Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 20:09:05 -0600 From: L B Subject: My Brother made me Part 2 This is a fictional story containing sex between teenage brothers. If you are not interested or shouldn't be reading this, then you shouldn't continue reading. It is to be read in the privacy of your own home and should not be shown to minors. You should be of legal age in the area in which you live in to read this story. I would really like to thank everyone who sent me an email, keep them coming. It's wonderful to receive comments and thoughts about my writing (yes even the bad ones). So you are encouraged to continue. The more responses I get, the more I'm inclined to continue exploring this story. Please use the title of the story for the subject, so I won't delete it. Email me @ mntdewlove69@hotmail.com. Thanks again and without further ado here is chapter two. My brother made me Chapter Two ............"You know Dylan, by just looking at your brother, it easy to see he has a nice ass." Four days earlier: ....I think Mark and Derek are going to enjoy this too!" With those words still ringing clearly in my mind, I ran to the bathroom to clean myself off. Once in the bathroom, ironically the one my brother and I share, I looked in the mirror. The look of terror was written all over my face. As I stare at my reflection, I finally notice my brother's cum caked all over my face and in my hair. I start to feel my stomach turn and rush to the toilet and begin to throw up. Once done, I immediately go back to the mirror and just stare and myself. This time tears flow from my eyes. I'm not sure as to why I have these tears. Are they from me violating the toilet moments ago? Are they from what just happened with my brother? Or worse, from the fact that deep down I realize his cock didn't taste all that bad? My little daydream was broking from the sound of my brother banging on the bathroom door. "What the fuck are you doing in there! Are you spanking the monkey little bro'?" "Fuck off Dylan, just leave me alone!" He just started laughing and began making his way downstairs, but not before he yelled, "You better get used to it cock-SUCKER!" I knew my parents would be home soon and I needed to clean up, so I turned on the shower and began to strip. Before shedding my clothes, I again looked back into the mirror, this time I noticed my brother had not only shot his load on my face, but also my favorite Aeropostale shirt. "Asshole." I quickly discarded my shirt and pants revealing my smooth tan body. Standing there in my light blue boxer briefs, and being the narcissist that I am, I let my hands roam all over my well-developed body. Soccer really had its benefits. I quickly came to my senses and shedded the briefs and hopped into the shower. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin, and I quickly lost trace of time because the next thing I knew, I heard a knock on the door and my father's voice. "Landon? Buddy, you okay?" "Uh...yeah dad, I'm fine...I'll be out in a sec." "Alright buddy, dinner is ready." "Fuck, how long was I in the shower," I say to myself. I quickly dried off, hurried to get dress and made my way downstairs for supper. Since my parents are old fashion, we eat every supper together at the dinner table. Once I was finally seated, both my parents asked if I was all right. And being the complete asshole he is, my brother replied, "Yeah little bro', you okay?" Glaring at my brother, I told my parents I must have eaten something bad (Dylan's cock) but nonetheless I was fine. For the most part, the rest of dinner went along as usual, excluding the blowjob motions my brother would make with his hand and mouth when my parents weren't looking. And just like always, my brother and I had to clean up the table and do the dishes, while my parents went to relax and talk about their day in the living room. I had just started the water, when my brother came up behind me grabbing my hand and forcing into his shorts. "I can't wait for another blowjob tonight before bed!" His cock felt warm against my hand and slow started to come to life, but I hastily took my hand out of his shorts and began to whisper, so as not to draw attention to us, and I told Dylan there was no way in hell I was ever doing that again. But just like earlier in the day he replied with a laugh, "As if you have a choice." Without any more incidents, we made swift work of the dishes. I rushed into the living room once we were done, not wanting to be alone with my brother, but not before he told me he would be expecting a repeat performance once mom and dad were in bed. I sat and pretended to read a magazine trying to figure away out of this, while my parents sipped wine and continued talking about their day. Unfortunately the nighttime hours flew by, and my dad finally said I should be heading upstairs and getting ready for bed. When I heard the voice of my dad, it was then I realized I totally blew off doing my homework. Oh well with everything on my mind who could blame me. Knowing what was waiting for me upstairs I reluctantly told both my parents goodnight and headed for disaster. Just as Frodo and Sam trudged their way to Mount Doom, I began my dangerous journey upstairs. However, luck seemed to be on my side for once, when I noticed that my brother's door was shut and knew this was going to be my only opportunity. I could make my way to my room without brushing my teeth or washing my face, or I could head for the bathroom and pray to the heavens above he doesn't hear me. With those being my only options, I quietly meandered my way to my room locking the door behind me. Quickly undressing I went to bed and hoped I would fall asleep fast. It must have worked because the next thing I realized it was a little past two in the morning, when the sound of my brother raping my door awakened me. The rattling of the door handle didn't last too long, he must have detected he was being too loud and didn't want to wake our parents. Before heading back to his room he merely whispered, "Oh little bro' you shouldn't have done that." Unable to stop my heart beating in my throat, I laid awake for the next three and half hours contemplating as to what my brother was going to do to me once he had me alone. Not wanting to find out, I made my way into our bathroom that we shared and quickly took a shower and got ready for school. Since I hadn't done my homework the night before, I went downstairs to the kitchen to finish it while I ate a bowl of cereal. The fact that I knew my parents would be down soon and heading off to work would help me avoid my brother at all cost. Convincing my parents as to why I was up so early was harder than I realized. For the first time in my life, I hated the fact I was an "A" student. But finally with much persuasiveness I told this enormous lie that I had fallen behind in school (won't bore you with all those details). Basically all my parents said was that they were glad I was taking responsibility for my poor decisions, and they would be delighted to take me to school early so I could caught up. I kept up this precaution for the rest of the week, as either my mom or dad would drop me off early at school. It also helped that Dylan and I were not at the same school. I even managed to get out of doing the dishes with Dylan, by persuading my parents to quiz me while we did the dishes together. A couple of times during supper my parents would even tell my brother he should take a page from my book, and study a little harder. He would just simply smile and sarcastically say, "Not everyone can be the HEAD of the family, when it comes to brains." But just as all good things come to an end, mine fell like a ton of bricks on Thursday night. Thursday night By the time it was Thursday night, I soon realized how quickly the week was flying by. It never fails, when you are trying to avoid someone time flies by like no other. My mom and I were in the kitchen making dinner and studying for a math test (which I really didn't need help on) when Dylan came in. "Hey mom, I grabbed those suitcases out of the attic like you asked." "Thanks sweetie!" Did I just hear that correctly, suitcases, attic, what the fuck! "Why do you need the suitcases from the attic, mom?" "Oh, your father and I are going to Seattle for one of his conferences. Don't worry, we'll be back on Sunday, so I can continue helping you study for that math test, but for the life of me I can't understand why you didn't ask your brother to help you out." "Yeah little bro'. Why didn't you ask me?" I felt my face getting red and all I could manage was, "I just...figured you...had your own work to worry about." And being the dick face he was, my brother retorted, "Come on Lan, you know I WOULD always make time for you little bro'." FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. At that exact moment I knew I was done. I couldn't eat my dinner, and I told my parents I wasn't feeling very well and asked if I could be excused from the table, so I could go lie down. Once they said I could, I raced up the stairs like Barry Bonds looking for a needle full of steroids. Once I locked my door and was in the confines of my bedroom, I began screaming in my pillow. Even though my parents were only departing for two nights, the endless possibilities of what Dylan was going to do to me filled my mind, and I fell asleep. Friday-Morning: Dylan's sixteen-year-old, 175 pound, hard smooth naked body continued to hover over me. He kept hammering his throbbing seven-and-half inch manhood deep within the dominion of my mouth. His thrusts became more forceful and violent in nature. Moans would escape from his mouth with every backwards plunge, and he constantly repeated.... "Oh...fuck YEAH...suck my fat COCK...you little BITCH! That's right...take it in...you little FAG! Hey little bro'....I think Mark and Derek are going to enjoy this too! Oh...fuck YEAH...suck my fat COCK...you little BITCH! That's right...take it in...you little FAG! Hey little bro'....I think Mark and Derek are going to enjoy this too!" I can start to feel his rigid cock swell even bigger and I know what this means, he going to cum; however, before he gives me the preverbal money shot I suddenly wake up. All covered in sweat, I try to catch my breath. "Fuck, I'm dead!" I look at the clock, and it's just past five in the morning. I got up and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for school. Staring at myself in the mirror all I can do is mumble "This is going to be the longest weekend of my life, I just now it." And with that, I jump in the shower. Once dressed and ready for school, I make my way downstairs and wait for my parents to drop me off before they head out to the airport to catch their flight. The day at school seemed to finish quicker than a teenage boy losing his virginity. Saying goodbye to my friends, I set my sails for home. I wasn't even a block away from school when a 2005 black Dodge Durango with the music blasting and tented windows pulls up next to me. I glance over to see if I notice anyone in the car, but with the tented windows, I'm unable to make out anyone...suddenly the passenger side window starts to roll down. And there in the front seat is my brother, Dylan. "Hey little cocksucker, you want a ride?" "Fuck you!" With that, the car screeches to a halt and my brother and his friend Derek, (who is a year older at 17 and is the starting linebacker, he stands about 6'3 weighting around 190-200, all fucking muscle, brownish blonde hair and hazel eyes) jump out and force me into the backseat. As I'm thrown in the backseat laughter fills the car as Mark (who plays baseball with my brother, has a slimmer built and is also 17, 6'0 165, black hair with green eyes) makes his way down the street. Silence fills the car for only seconds when my brother opens his big fucking mouth. "So little bro' I was just telling Mark and Derek what a wonderful obedient cocksucker you are. And I thought... wait I mean...I KNEW you would just love to show them your new skills." Without even waiting for a response, Derek grabs me by the hair and forces my face into his crotch. Only grinding against my face a couple of times, he quickly releases me. Pushing me off the seat, Derek begins to yell, "Get on the fucking floor in front of me, and take out my cock!" Once on the floor of the Durango, I start to reach for Derek's pants, but for some reason he slaps my hands away and starts to laugh. "What the fuck do you think your doing? You have to ask my permission. I mean...you can't go around grabbing at peoples crotches without asking. Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" Between Derek's words and the laughter filling the car, my face felt like fourteen different shades of red. Unable to think clearly, I just sat there on my knees, when from the front seat came my brother's hand, WHACK! "Landon, mom and dad raised you right, so ask Derek nicely if you can unbutton his pants and suck his manhood." Again I could feel my face turning red, and I just sat in between the spread eagle legs' of Derek and began to stare a hole through his body. Derek looked all relaxed with a smile on his face and hands behind his head awaiting the blowjob he knew I was about to give him. I must have taken to long to respond because again the hand of my brother made contact with the back of my head. "I'm not going to tell you again Lan." "Derek...may I please...unbutton your jeans...so I can su...suck your dick?" Not leaving his comfortable position, Derek muttered, "I don't know...you really don't seem all that interested in sucking me off." Again, my brother's hand whacked me and Dylan told me to ask again, but this time I better sound as if I really want Derek's cock in my mouth or I'm gonna get it. Not wanting to meet the wrath of my brother I asked Derek again. "Derek...I really need your manhood deep inside my mouth. Please allow me the honor of sucking your hot cock." A huge smile filled Derek's face and he replied, "Landon, it's all yours buddy!" And with that, shaking hands and all, the journey and exploration of Derek began. Part 2 to be continued......