Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2019 01:10:22 -0400 From: Taylor Butera Subject: Making Brother Mine - Chapter 1 Troy stood in front of me, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. His chest was in my direct line of vision; the just barely visible abs, the light patch of hair resting on the pecs. Under his arms, which he had spent the last few years toning up, dark patches of hair peaked out. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it; with such a sight in front of me, it was nearly impossible to turn away... trust me, I've been trying for years. I didn't like getting so turned on by my older brother, but any time I stumbled across him in this state of undress, my pants were tightening within seconds. "I'm not an idiot, Jack," Troy muttered, bringing me back into the situation. "I see you staring, trying to sneak pictures on your phone." For some reason, his tone lead me to believe he was okay with my interest, in something in me lead me to lunge forward and touch him. I started with his pecs, one hand on each, the light hair dusting across my now sweaty palms. I moved my hands down his chest, running over the skin of his toned stomach, worshipping the body that had been on my mind for as long as I could remember. I don't know what came across me, but next, I turned Troy around, pulling down his pants to reveal his toned ass. I reached out to grip the solid masses when suddenly I was jolted awake. Fuck. Dreams like this were happening more and more frequently. Whenever they did, I had to fire up my phone, pull up the hottest brother/brother story I could find, and rub one out. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I would have photos I snuck of Troy saved to fuel my fantasies. On days like today, where my camera roll was currently dry due to an onslaught of shame fueled photo deleting, I just had to use my imagination. As the cum splattered over my own chest, I imagined what it was my older brothers. **** As we drove, I wasn't really paying attention to what my mother was saying, that is until something caught my ear. "I was telling Troy about your new apartment," she said, and I perked up. "He was saying that he would love to spend a weekend there this summer, like a mini vacation." Like always, my mind went to places it had no business going to. Me and my big brother, my hot big brother, alone in an empty apartment, in my small town, not much else to do. I had no choice but to make this happen. **** "Wait, Jack, get the door!" Troy yelled to me. I turned around to see him fumbling with too many bags, unable to close the trunk. "You know, if you didn't try to carry everything at once this wouldn't be an issue," I said. "Less trips," he quipped back. "And you're welcome." I couldn't help but smile at that. Plus, a part of me knew that he was just trying to show off the strength he had built up from years at the gym. When we got inside, Troy dropped all the bags on the living room floor and looked around. "Wow, not bad for your first apartment. Where's your roommate?" "They don't move in until after the summer" I responded. "So we have the place to ourselves? Sweet," Troy said, not knowing that the innocent announcement of that fact made my dick twitch in my shorts. "So, what are we doing today?" "I guess just bullshitting around until dinner," I answered. "Not much else to do." And that's exactly what we did. Troy spending most of his day watching sports in the living room, while I was upstairs in my room building up confidence. This opportunity was too good to waste; I was aware of the consequences. Fucking up our relationship, our entire family. But for the off chance that Troy would go along with it, I had to take the risk. Dinner came, and we ate at a local spot. The conversation was normal, but I couldn't stop thinking about getting back to the apartment. Tonight was the night I would turn my dreams into a reality. **** I sat on the couch, about 3 feet away from my older brother. It was getting late, and we were watching a movie; I choose it, and purposely landed on one that I knew featured a lot of sex, specifically involving women; I knew this would get Troy hard. Right according to plan, as soon a pair of tits appeared on screen, I noticed a tent forming in Troy's loose basketball shorts. This, in turn, caused a tent to form in my own shorts. The girl on the TV had nothing to do with it, but seeing my brother physically reacting to the sexual act boned me up good. With both of our dicks clearly needing attention, I knew now was my chance. "I take it you're enjoying the movie?" I asked Troy. He looked at me from the screen, confused. I nodded my head to his crotch, where a now glaringly obvious tent had formed. "Shit!" he yelled, reaching for a pillow to cover it up. I laughed at his frantic reaction. "You're good, I've got the same thing." I saw Troy's eyes drift to my own growing tent, then back to his, now covered by the pillow. "Do you wanna just, take care of our problems?" I asked, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to be. "Jack, shut up," Troy answered. Clearly thinking I was joking. "I'm being for real, like why not?" For some reason, this convinced him. Troy removed the pillow from his crotch, and before I knew it, he was pulling down the waistband of his shorts. This was all happening faster than I expected it to, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Troy had his eyes glued to the TV, while I had mine glued to him. Finally, his shorts were around his ankles, and his dick sprung free. It was a lot like mine; a little bit smaller, but definitely thicker. His plump head was so pink, it was exactly the perfect cock I would picture attached to that perfect body. Speaking of, I needed to see more of that. With my own shorts around my ankles, I leaned forward and pulled off my shirt, my hand quickly returning back to my throbbing cock. Troy glanced over at me, but did not mimic the action. Fuck. Slowly, I began to inch closer to where he was situated on the couch. He didn't notice at first, but as I got closer and closer, his eyes kept darting to me, until my left arm was touching his right, which had slowed its pace on his cock. Staring at him, he met my gaze, but this time, he held it. At that moment, there was no confusion as to what I was about to do, and there was no turning back. Comfort overcame me, though, when Troy just smiled, and gave me a slight nod. I couldn't believe what I was doing as I reached my hand forward and grabbed his dick for the first time. Instantly, my hand felt full, fuller than it ever had before. His cock was warm in my hand, and was quite literally throbbing. I began to stroke it, my eyes never turning away from the sight. "I-" Troy choked out, which caused my hand to stop and my eyes to meet his. "I- Do I have to do yours?" I smiled at the comment, exactly the type I would expect to come from my straight brother while my hand was around his dick. "I'll live," I responded, to which he laughed. My focus shifted back to his cock, working my hand up and down, incorporating the head, which I knew from experience to be especially pleasurable. As I continued stroking, I noticed his skin was starting to get dry. "Hold on one sec," I said, letting loose of Troy's dick and running over to my backpack to pull out a bottle of lotion. "Wow, you're prepared," Troy joked. "What, as if I was gonna remain celibate this whole weekend?" I pumped some lotion onto my hand, then returned it to Troy's cock. When I made contact, Troy let out a deep moan, the first one I had heard. My dick jumped at this, which he definitely noticed, but didn't mention. Now lubed up, I continued pumping Troy at an even faster rate, his breathing increasing. After a few minutes like this, I decided now was a good time to make the next move. Troy watched, but didn't interrupt, as I lifted myself off the couch, my hand never leaving his dick, and kneeled in front of him. Situated in between his muscular thighs, I looked up at my brother. "Jack, you don't have to do that," he said. "I want to," I answered. "This is fucked up." "I know. But it feels so fucking good." "Just do it. Fuck it." That, my friends, was all I needed to hear. I slowly started taking Troy into my mouth. Starting with the tip, which I paid extra care to, moving down the shaft, easing his way into my throat. As I did this, Troy's groans grew more frequent. They were deep, guttural groans that kept getting caught in his throat. As I approached the base, I pulled off and backed up, gripping the hem of Troy's t-shirt. "Can I?" I asked. "The shirt needs to be off?" He asked, smiling. "You know the answer to that, so why are you asking?" I quipped back, earning another laugh from him. "Go ahead." I lifted up his shirt, and I swear my dick had never been harder. My older brother, my fucking hot, stunning older brother, was now naked in front of me. I stared for longer than I should have. At his chest, his abs, his arms... his collarbones. Everything about him was sex. "You good?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah, you're just... you know?" "Are you calling me hot?" he joked again. "Shut up," I said. "But yes." He smiled again. I couldn't believe how open to all of this he was, but I was in no way going to question it. Instead, I was gonna bask in this experience. I went back to sucking Troy off, this time letting my hands explore him a bit more. One hand gripping his base, I snuck the other up his toned stomach, running it through the light patch of hair. I tucked it under his arm, which definitely confused him a little. The hair was sweaty, basically wet at this point, and I made a mental note to smell the fuck out of that hand later. "Jack," he said, breathlessly. "Where the fuck did you learn this." I pulled off his dick. "Weird time to ask," he laughed at that, "but, mostly porn." With that, I returned to my task at hand. As more time passed, I could tell Troy was only getting hornier. His groans were more frequent, breathing faster. Sweat was dripping all over him, a sight burned into my memory. "Jack," he said again. "I'm gonna, uh, you know." He danced around the term. I just gave him a thumbs up. "You don't wanna pul-" I shooed him off. "Fuck," he moaned, like music to my ears. Reaching the end, I went harder, sucking on his head while I stroked his base. Troy had his hands on his head, eyes closed, thrusting his hips like wild. "UHHHHHHHHH," he groaned, followed by an "AHHHHHHHHH" and multiple expletives. His load shot to the back of my throat. I could tell this was an intense one, as the cum didn't just drip into my mouth, it flew. I counted 6 pumps into my mouth, and a few more once it had reached capacity. As Troy came down from his high, his cum leaked out of my mouth and back onto his dick as I attempted to swallow as much as I could. I fell back onto my ass, my dick painfully hard and pointing straight up. Troy ran his hands through his now drenched hair, sitting upright on the couch. "Fuck," he groaned, one last time. Suddenly, his eyes landed on my cock. "Jesus, Jack, come here," he patted the couch next to him. No way. I obliged, picking myself up only to plop down next to him. "Troy, you really don't have to, I can just deal with it myself." "Stop being a martyr," he said. "You're my brother." Holy fuck, I thought. I am your brother. Your little brother who just sucked you off, swallowed your cum. Your little brother whose dick you're reaching for. Your little brother who wants to worship you. It took all the strength in me not to cum once his hand made contact, and as much I would have loved to sit there all day like that, I only lasted maybe a minute with the speed he was stroking at. "AGHHHHHHHH TROYYYYY," I yelled as I blew my load all over my chest. The first shot hit my chin, the rest pooling in my own chest hair. We sat there like that, for a moment, his hand on my deflating cock, both of us drenched in sweat and cum, before he let go, going limp on the couch. Troy grabbed his discarded shirt, wiping the cum off himself then tossing it to me. "I don't know what the fuck just happened, Jack," he said. "Me neither," I answered. "But I didn't mind it." He looked at me and smiled. "Can't complain."