Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 20:00:26 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 8 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please send in any critiques or comments to army.mando9@gmail.com . I'm always enjoying the feedback from readers. Chapter 8: A Tale of Beef and Chicken On the horizon, through the thick summer haze, you could see the distinct orange triangle frame, a gaudy steeple in certain lights, of the holiest of holy fast food places: Whataburger. Our Texan pride showing high! Armed with the cash Mom gave us and empty tummies and a busy morning that drained of us more than just energy, we settled for a feast worthy of the mightiest warriors... Or 2 lust-struck teenagers eager, same difference. Ben parked, and gave me a big smile "So tough choice, Army... Bacon Cheeseburger or Chicken strips? You are being judged." I met his smile with one of my own, hunger flashing across my face, "Does it matter? You always fucking steal my food anyway!" "Damn right I will!" And with that, Ben took off out of the truck, and I quickly followed. We stood in line, playfully shoving each other and killing time as the elderly couple in front of us painstakingly asked for the list of ingredients of the Number 1 meal (Its a burger, its not that complicated, people!) I felt a strong warmth in my chest, like a morning sun illuminating a bright blooming meadow. The way we joked and messed around, even after all thats happened... Ben has slowly transitioned into the brother I wanted, I needed, I felt I deserved. Coming to terms with everything, with me, and what we needed from each other... I never for a moment thought Ben ever needed some kind of emotional support, he always seem so self assured, so self sufficient, but I guess I never really understood how his side of the family was to him. Makes sense in retrospect, of course, but hey... I'm glad I can give him something. Granting a mutual understanding, freeing our minds from our beastly idiocy... Its unlocked this clarity, this light of my life, fire of my loins, Lolita... Wait, no, wrong reference. After what felt like a damn eternity to explain what kind of lettuce was in the damn burger, the cashier finally waved us up. I opened my mouth, but Ben cut me off, laughing lightly to himself. "Hey, yeah, I'll take a number 5, extra bacon if you don't mind, whats a burger without extra bacon right?" He winked at the cashier, and she blushed, giggling, "And for my little dork here..." He nodded at me, "How much is one slice of tomato?" She smiled, baring her teeth like a dog trying to stake territory, oblivious to my brothers Machiavellian machinations. It's a trick I've seen him use everywhere, just light flirting, giggling, then accidentally forgetting to order something, and using that gorgeous smile of his to coerce free shit from people. I always wonder how people fall for it... But wait... he convinced me to lick him clean... Oh fuck, he has me wrapped around his finger too. God damn it, Armando, thinking with your dick again. Gonna have to get payback later... "We don't sell single tomatos, but we do have jalepenos?" Watching her try to banter with him was funny. Like a sheep trying to howl at a wolf and blend in. "Nah, get me the chicken strip dinner." "Sure thing! That'll be..." Ben gave her the cash, and waited for his next move. And like clockwork, as soon as he got the reciept... "Hey, gorgeous, would you mind Whatasizing it? And toss in an apple pie. I'm really hungry, and I got a big game later..." Another big smile from Ben, letting his eyes finish her off. "O- o- of course...G-gorgeous? Y-ou're too.. too sweet!" Her face turned the color of a tomato (Did Ben plan that bad joke set up? Guy has a way with humor...) After getting way too large cups (this extra large Whatasize is, like everything else in Texas, one size too big,) we went our seperate ways, Ben smiling to himself, proud of his handiwork. We grabbed our drinks from the fountain, grabbed several handfuls of ketchup, and relaxed in an empty booth in the secluded corner. Our personal fried heaven... "Nice work, Ben. Thanks for the extra fries and stuff..." Without missing a beat, "Was nothing, turn on the ol' charm and you can have anyone wrapped around your finger. Well, maybe not you. You aren't blessed with this handsome fucking face." He joking checked out his face in the reflection of the mirror, the smug sexy devil glancing back. "Ha, get over yourself. I saw how desperately you wanted to kiss me earlier. Bet when you dream tonight, this face is what you'll fantasize about." "Bold talk for a guy who wouldn't hesitate to duck under this table and suck me off... get some extra gravy for your chicken tendies." "Oh?" I lean forward, lowering my voice, wanting to enjoy this little joke... see how far it'll go. "Want me to just move down there, put my face in between your legs" I move my foot a little till it touches his, lightly rubbing against it. "Lower down the waist band of your gym shorts, take a deep huff of that delicious smelling bulge..." Ben grew silent, his face stern with silence, and leaned forward too, his eyes sparkling against mine, taking in the scene I'm painting, his breathing deepening... Taking a deep sigh, punctuating the image of me obsessed with his scent, I continue. " I take a taste of that little dot of pre-cum at the tip, before I pull down your briefs, and I let your... hard... cock... rubb against my lips, teasing you, then I open my mouth and I-" "TABLE 26, YOUR ORDER IS READY!" I pull back, laughing loudly at the perfect timing. Ben snaps out of the lust trance, his face reddening a little. "Mind getting our food, Ben?" "Uh... umm... Army... I- I can't." Watching Ben get flustered and a little embarressed was the most enjoyable thing today, even more than our shower together. Knowing I have some power over him puts us on equal playing fields. If he can wrap me around his metaphorical finger, I can do the same with his dick around mine. "Why, you got hard from that!? Wow man, you got the hots for me bad." I laugh, and stand up to grab our order. "Fuck off. I'll get you back!" "Bet you will, hot stuff..." I quickly rushed to grab our food, and returned to find Ben back to relaxation pose, looking cool and sexy. As though a magazine shoot were only minutes away. Back against the corner split between the booth and wall, one arm stretch along the back of the seat, the other playfully messing his perfect hair, his dark eyes twinkling at the sign of his massive burger, legs comfortably spread with no erection to hide anymore. Shame... He grabbed his tray and set it in the middle, and poured both of huge sets of fries between us, setting off the communal buffet we were about to under take. I set my gravy and our vast collection of ketchup to the side as well, equally shared and desired. He looked at me and smiled again. The guy just hasn't stopped smiling since that moment at the lake... It's sweet and sexy and everything in between. "Here, you can have the first bite. I know you want some of my meat..." He winked, enjoying the word play. Damn, what I'd give for some more real play... "Such, since I assume you want a piece of my long meaty strip of... chicken..." I tried. "Should have went with cock, dork! Haha!" "Too on the nose, where's the fun in that?" We shared food, shared laughs, and shared minor flirting over the course of the meal. It felt wonderful, comfortable, and natural... I couldn't even remember how Ben and I would have done this scenario a week ago. Insane how much changed in such little time. But I had something on the tip of my tongue that needed to be said aloud... "So is this like our first date?" He spurted a little of his root beer on himself, shocked by what I said... Uh oh... I didn't like that reaction... "Hey now. If this were a real date, for one, I wouldn't take you to a fast food place, dork. And two... I... Listen, can we not talk about this now?" He couldn't look back at me. Oh fuck, why did I say that... Stupid fucking idiot, stop ruining things. "S-sorry..." It took a minute of silence, but finally Ben swallowed whatever thoughts he was brewing in his head. "I'm not mad at you, don't think that... Just... That's a fucking loaded question. Can't surprise me with that shit, dork. This is still... It's just... I feel... Fuck, why can I find the word!" "Complicated?" "Yeah! Wow I'm dumb..." He tried to laugh the awkwardness away, but it wasn't working well. "Armando..." Here it goes... "I don't know where this is going or even what this is right now, okay? Not like there's a book or a map or something. I still don't regret anything. I just..." "Ben, I get it. Sorry, it was a really bad joke." Some relief, but still can feel that anxiety eating away at my heart. Fucking pussy, damn it, Armando. You are just as confused and unsure about this as he is, don't blame him or yourself. "It's fine. Don't worry about it, okay, Army? Just let things play out naturally. Don't think, feel. Remember?" "Yes sir." "Please don't call me sir, Lil' Ben loves it too much, haha." And with a bad dick joke, that weird air of heavy awkwardness released, letting us breathe normally again. We finished our food, sharing and joking around again, as though nothing happened. "Hey Ben, don't forget, school starts next week. We should probably go pick up some clothes with mom later." "Aw fuck, you just bummed out the rest of my summer. Thanks loser." He took a last swing of his drink, rolling his eyes. "What's your school even like? Dorky weirdos like you?" "You say that, but you know a school full of me would make your dick explode. Don't even argue that fact, bitch!" We laughed. "Its okay. Normal? Nothing major. Can't be any worse than your old country bumpkin school of farming." "You'd give your left nut to watch me work outside, all sweaty and dirty, working like a real man. Can't argue with that either, now can you, double bitch." He tossed a french fry at me, smug in the fact he's right. "But yeah, my school was small. Everyone knew everyone, everyone fucked everyone. Lots a places to hide and get into trouble. Big city school must be prison... Too many people." "You're right there. But with your "charm," I'm sure you'll get some of the slutty girls begging to go down on you in the music hall or perhaps behind a dumpster." "Hey, dumpster blowjobs are the best. Trashy girls feel at home there, empowered by the garbage!" We roared with laughs, enjoying this awful mental picture. "We got a few sports team though, and there's a ton of clubs and stuff. Benefits of having too many people, you also get a lot of parents petitioning for as many inclusive groups as possible." "Maybe we can do something together, Army. Get some sun on that skin of yours! You're like a latino ghost!" His hand plafully rubbed my exposed arm, giving me light goosebumps... "Maybe we could. That would be nice... But you've seen me, I'm not really good at outdoorsy stuff." I sighed, disappointed by my own short comings. I know its so damn cliche, but I'm more at home as a homebody. "Yeah, its bad. Like watching a dead cat do gymnastics. Its fucking hysterical. But you helped me pass my drivers test, so let me help you open up to new... well, other new things, you know?" "Fine, quid pro quo, though. You help me with expanding my physical horizons, and I'll help you with your mental ones. Mom will get pissed if you flunk!" "Deal, pro squid quote. And maybe a little... extra homework, too?" A charming winked punctuated his implication, causing me to blush. "S-sure..." I couldn't think of a witty sexy retort, finding myself tongue tied of being... well, tongue tied with him." We scarfed down the remainder of our lunch, eager to return home, hopefully the house is still empty to partake in some... extra homework, as Ben called it. He split his bonus apple pie, and gave me half as we walked out, making sure his puppet cashier caught his "generosity," for later exploitation. The man was an expert, for sure. But I'm learning too... ... We got home, and saw Moms car parked too. Time for whatever the news was. "What do you think it is Army? Mom's weird surprise? I bet she found a guy." "Nah, she's too busy with work. Maybe she's giving you back to your dad." "Like hell she will. I just barely got here, and got my own little cock sucker. Can't leave that behind now, can I?" "Is that all I am? Just a cocksucker?" "Nah, you make a good ass eater too, now shut it." Mom saw us in the kitchen window and waved at us, her big brunette hair taking up the whole frame. Her smile pierced through the dusty glass, like a lighthouse in the middle of fog. Guess it was good news. She swiftly left the window and rushed to the door, greeting us. "HI GUYS, DID YOU HAVE FUN!?" She gave us both a big tight hug. And like twins in perfect unison, we responded. "Yeah Mom/Ma, what's the damn news!?" "Well, since Ben here can drive now, I'm not the only person here to take you both to school. So I decided to go back school myself! Finally do something with myself." "That's great, Ma! Is this like a night school thing?" "Yep!" Mom's face grew bright with pride for herself. "What school, mom? What do you want to do?" "Well, get inside first, wasting the AC!" Mom practically shoved us into the house, and sat us down at the kitchen table. "My friend from work, you know, the one with the wig? Army knows her, he said she looks like ginger Marge Simpson." "Yep, its pretty awful. No idea who's she fooling with that." "You're awful... but it's true, it's dreadful. Anyway, her husband works admissions at the Dental School downtown, and got me in! I start next week!" Ben and I stood up and gave her a big hug again, congratulating her. She seemed so happy to finally make something of her self now that there wasn't a young kid to take care of. We hashed out the logistics for the rest of the afternoon, working on travel plans, who picks up who, etc. Honestly, the whole thing worked out perfectly, with an extra perk unbeknownst to mother. She gave us a kiss goodnight and went off to bed, letting us know we'll getting school supplies this weekend. And left alone, Ben grabbed my hand and we retreated to our bedroom. "You know what this means, right?" "Yeah, I can stay up and play games more. Bye bye, 9pm bed time!" I tried to be sarcastic, knowing Ben's real point, but hey... I still liked to play games. "No! We got a ton of alone time!" "Oh? And what will we do with this alone time? " A smile broke through my forced ignorant face, but I still tried to pass off my faux confusion. "Oh... you know..." Ben grabbed and gave me a deep kiss, making up for the lost hours we spent separated from our private intimacy. And with equal vigor, grabbed my shirt and pulled it off me. I repeated the move, my lips marking his now exposed chest with light kisses and licks. Shorts joined the shirts on the floor shortly after, and I pulled Ben onto his bed, clad only in underwear. We made out for a while, enjoying the sensual connection formed between us, his big warm body enveloping mine, his hard cock trying to thrust against mine, an act of frotage stifled by opposing layers of fabric. I felt his hand slip down my back, past the waistband, and grip my ass tightly, eager to pull me closer into him. Each squeeze sent chills down my spine. "Damn, I can't get enough of this ass, Army." "Enjoy all you want, Ben." Our lips and tongues met again, clashing and fighting over lustful dominance against one another. Ben then rolled our intertwined bodies over, me on my back, him on top of me. I felt a tinge a fear he would crush me under the weight of perfection, but he found the sweet spot between laying on me and bracing himself with his arms. And I lay there, enjoying the sheer amount of power that my brother radiated. Strength, masculinity, domineering in a romantic sense. Returning the favor, my hands slipped down to his ass as well, and felt up those thick round cheeks of his. He tried his best to flex them, but instead made himself laugh. The dumb goofball. "Find something you like too?" "Maybe. It's a really nice butt you got there, Ben." "Thanks! I know a guy who might treat it well." "That guy better be me." He rolled off me and laid back, relaxing. I cuddled up next to him, letting his arm wrap around me, and we just enjoyed the moment, resting my head against his chest. The soft movement of his breathing, the way his scent consumed and entranced everything around him, the deep baritone of his voice against my ear. My free hand lazily playing with the hair right below his navel, dark and distracting against his skin. "Hey Ben, I got a question..." "What's up? If you are gonna ask me to shave, that's gonna be a... hard... pass." With his bad joke, Ben flexed his semi-hard cock, making the fabric of his briefs tense, trying to contain his rousing beast. "No! Don't ever do that... I like your hair..." "Good, haha. Glad to see someone loves it. The last girl who took a trip down my happy trail begged me to shave." "Some people have really bad taste." I played with his body hair a little more with a very zealous moan, showing my appreciation. "So what's your question, dork?" "You'll think this is dumb, but... why briefs?" Ben smiled back to me and rolled his eyes. "You know exactly why. Remember who stole who's underwear. But I got a few reasons... I know, that seems complicated for underwear. Dad was strict and liked me wearing what he wore when he was my age. Briefs, jeans, shirt tucked in, belt, boots when we go out. Thank the lord for no damn cowboy hat." The thought of Ben as a cowboy flashed in my mind... Worn out boots, really tight jeans showing off his ass and bulge, an open button up shirt, exposing his glistening sexy torso, a nice brown cowboy hat... Oh, or some chaps to frame that ass of his, or- "Hello, earth to Army... Are you stuck thinking about me as a cowboy?" Read me like a damn book... I blushed, uneager to engage in that. "Haha, maybe one day for you. Gotta earn that!" He kissed my forehead, "So yeah, I wore them but hated them at first. All the other guys wore boxers and looked comfy. Then I realized after puberty, after posing in front of a mirror, I tell mself 'Damn, I look good. Calvin Klein would pay to see me in these!' So I kept them. I look good, I feel good, and that's the best part of it, don't you think?" "I do... You really look good in them, the way they shape and fit around you. Especially from behind..." Ben laughed at me again, enjoying my praise at his undeniable sexiness. "Damn Bro, you are obsessed with my ass. You talk about it, dream about it, can't keep your hands off it! Or your tongue!" "Hey! You basically made me do that... and don't act like you didn't fucking love it." "It drove me crazy, bro. You got oral skills... You sure I'm the first guy you messed with?" I rolled my eyes, and my brother planted a kiss on my neck, the scruff from his chin rubbing against my collarbone, sending energy all throughout my body. That scratchiness, such a fucking turn on. I felt him kiss and bite his way up my neck, till he got close my ear, giving it a small nibble. "I'm glad I'm the first..." He whispered, his warm breath on my neck, burning me up with love and lust. "No matter what happens, you'll have that first night to remember. No matter what guy steals you from me, you'll always remember the way I kissed you, the way my cock first felt on your lips..." Another set of kisses and bites against my neck and ear again. He was driving me crazy. The breath left my lungs... The way Ben sometimes spoke when he was into it, domineering yet still in his big brother mode... If I wasn't close to cumming yet, I was now... I pushed him off and got on top of him, and gave him a deep kiss. Sloppy, eager, horny. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated what he said, how much it turned me on, how it tickled this feral part of my brain. Our eyes met, and I felt compelled to respond in turn. If he could drive me crazy, I can do the same with my words... "You can't take all the credit. I'm the first guy to enjoy real Ben, one willing to a kiss guy... " My tongue entered his mouth again, punctuating the point. "One willing to suck cock and be himself." I rubbed my hard cock against his equally begging one. "Who knows, maybe I'll even get to take that perfect ass that you're so proud of for a ride..." His eyes widened at the idea, almost as though he was surprised at the thought. Maybe he hadn't thought that far. "Who knows Army, maybe you'll be on all fours begging for me, like the bitch you are... " He rolled again, pinning me on my back, my wrists held down by his strong hands. "Yes sir..." Ben lightly moaned to himself, enjoying the Sir again. I loved that it drove it crazy, and he knew I loved making him hot and bothered. It worked well. With a renewed ferocity, Ben ripped off my underwear, and repaid me for our morning adventure. The way his scruff scratched my inner thighs as he sucked, how he licked my balls, playing with them, how with a little effort he was able to go all the way down my pre-cum leaking cock till his nose was deep in my pubes. I moaned, my hands combing through his hair as I met his gaze, watching him work. He smiled while he had me in his mouth, and it's an image I don't think I can ever forget. After calling me cocksucker earlier, nice to see him enjoying the same. His hands traveled lower, and I felt his fingers brush against- "Oh! Holy..." My voice caught in my throat, my body suddenly filled with this shock. Ben laughed at my surprise. "Sorry, should have warned you..." "Y-you're g... good... that felt... wow... Please... more..." "If you insist, Army..." I held my hand to my mouth, trying to keep my uncontrollable moaning in check. His fingers teasing my hole, making me yearn for more. I spread my legs wider, exposing myself more to him, and he smiled at me. "I knew you'd love this..." He moved his face to meet mine, giving me a deep kiss as his fingers continued to encircle and trace along my ass. "Mind if I do a little more?" "P-please... Ben... Y-yes... Please..." I felt a yearning, a desperation had taken hold. I was putty in his hands. "Please what?" I sighed loudly, a mix of lust and annoyance. "Please sir..." "Good boy..." Ben's tongue played around my hole for a little bit, teasing me more, making me beg for it. All I could was thrust the air, trying to make him get to the damn point. After what felt like an eternity, I finally felt him take a deep breath, and like I had stuck my dick in an outlet, I felt fire and lighting inside me. He licked and ate, eager to please, eager for more. A dextrous tongue matched every thrust and movement I made, bucking uncontrollably. I felt the climax approaching, and realizing why he came so fast this morning... This was amazing, intoxicating, and I never felt this fucking turned on in my life. He spread my legs as far as they could go, going as deep as his mouth could take him. "B-Ben! I-I..." And like that, I burst. Shot after shot, wave and wave, moaning and thrusting and yearning and pleasing and everything hitting me all at once. I tried to catch my breath, but I just couldn't, the orgasm had pushed me out of the drivers seat, taking me down this crazy highway. After what felt like hours, my body finally calmed down... And my face suddenly felt very hot and wet. I tried to open my eyes- "OOOOOOW!" All I could feel was burning, my after glow ruined by whatever hit my eyes. "Army, you okay...? " Ben moved his face out of my ass and I lowered my legs, suddenly getting feeling back in them. "Hahahahahahahaha, fucker! You shot yourself... hahahahaha... in the fucking face.... hahaha," I felt him fall backward on his side of the bed, giggling uncontroably at me. "Ben, help me... It burns! I can't see!" He stood up and grabbed his shirt, still laughing hard at me. I wiped the cum off my face, anger and annoyance trying to take hold... But sadly all it took was one look at his big dumb smile and it all washed away. "Oh Army, you dork, haha.... You missed a spot..." And with that, he took a small lick of my right cheek, and kissed me... I could taste myself on the tip of his tongue. And I wanted more... But first... Grabbing the cum covered shirt, I pushed it into his face. "Ahhh, Army, it stings! Stop it! Haha!" His cries for helped marked with laughter. I laughed back at him, "Paybacks a bitch, ain't it?" End of Chapter 8 Thanks for reading!