Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2020 14:02:26 -0500 From: Rod Rey Subject: Private Brotherhood I lay naked on the bottom bunk in our shared bedroom, the nightlight luminating the small room from the outlet near the door. I stroked my big cock while I waited for my little brother. I had to edge for as long as I could because the anticipation alone threatened me to come. I used the copious amount of precum I dripped as lube and rubbed the head on occasion just to tease myself. The door opened, and my little brother tiptoed inside and gently shut the door, giving me a thumbs up. Finally. It had taken Mom and Dad long enough to fall asleep. If only it'd been hot enough tonight to turn the fan on, but the temperature had dropped low enough to make it too cool for that, and Dad especially would gripe about the electric bill. My little brother came toward me in a silhouette, the nightlight outlining his figure while dusking the actual details. He took his tank top and shorts off, leaving on just his classic-style jockstrap that no one but us knew about, which he had to wash by hand because Mom insisted on doing all our laundry like a devoted homemaker. My cock twitched at his naked presence. His body was slender and toned from being as active as I was from all the baseball we'd played and the swimming we'd done over the years. I was a little taller and broader with a bigger build, and because of that, we fit perfectly in each other's arms since I wasn't too much bigger than he was. Though, I still worked out at the gym with the ambitious goal of bulking up as much as I could. He climbed on top of me and reached for my lips. We made out for a long time as our typical warmup. We pressed our smooth bodies against each other, and my big cock frottaged with his average-size bulge. Even though I was a total top, I loved it when he was on top of me like this because I was able to caress his smallish bubble butt more easily and play with his trimmed hole. Sometimes, we were dirty freaks because I liked fingering him and having us both suck my finger afterward for a taste of his hot ass. He was always clean whenever we messed around, though, since he douched each time. I melted so much whenever we kissed. He was my own brother, and I wasn't supposed to feel like this, but stranger things had probably happened. When we'd started messing around back in January, I'd sworn I'd never let my feelings get in the way. But what did I do? Yep, just that. I knew he had a bigger crush on me than whatever it was I felt for him, which I thought was adorable. But it was a problem. We could never be together like that with all the complications that came with an incestuous relationship. He was my own blood, after all. I broke the kiss and smiled at him like a drunk fool, gazing into his beautiful eyes as blue as the lake not far from here, as blue as mine. Even though we were a year apart at eighteen and nineteen, it was almost like looking in the mirror, just with enough of a difference to tell us apart since we weren't twins. I was the older and dominant brother, yet despite his submissive nature, he had the charm to unintentionally cast me under his intoxicating spell. Oh, yeah, look at that tiny smile creeping up on his pretty lips. He knew he was hot too. He knew I couldn't get enough of him. But that was okay. He couldn't get enough of me. My little brother gave me one last kiss. Then, he moved his lips to my cock and placed them over the leaky head. He gave it a few gentle sucks and swirled his tongue around my piss slit, showing so much hunger for me. I still wondered if he'd really been joking the few times he'd said he worshiped me, my body, and my cock, and that he'd submit to me for life if I wanted him to. I didn't mind that. In fact, I was still flattered. I'd actually searched about it online a few times, and the results had led me to loads of BDSM and kink stuff that I'd never heard of, including the Dominant and submissive lifestyle roles. Because it had turned me on in unexpected ways, I'd told myself never to browse that stuff again to avoid getting ideas, even though the occasional fantasy still spawned inside my mind. My little brother continued sucking my cock, unable to control the slurping because of my girth. Would he eventually do this to other guys? It was probably bound to happen at some point. How many guys would he hook up with? Would he turn into a cock-hungry slut? I had to admit that it made me feel a little uneasy thinking about the possibility of other guys using both of his holes. They were mine to use whenever I wanted, but not forever, which I had to accept. Why did it bother me, though? Was I selfish? He sucked me off and bobbed his head, always showing me just how fantastic he'd been. As his first and only sexual experience, I'd taught him well. He knew just how to do this. He was born for this. I fucked his throat just like I'd fucked his ass too many times to count. While he was still learning to deepthroat and had made a lot of progress, he was at least able to take all eight inches of my thick meat up his ass. If my girlfriend only knew what had been going on between me and my own brother behind closed doors. Being devoted to Christ, she was against premarital sex, much to my frustration. I rubbed the back of my little brother's head and stroked his hair, sometimes thrusting in and out of his slurping mouth. Was I no longer straight by messing around with him like this? I never let him touch me back there except to grope my cheeks on occasion, since even my first girlfriend had done that during the year we'd dated. I also never sucked his cock, so maybe I still was straight? Or maybe I was just horny? Then again, I loved kissing him, so there was that. That mouth of his, though. It was like a vacuum except not too hard, and never any teeth involved. He did it just right like a natural. I didn't want him to stop, and I edged some more in hopes of not ending the moment just yet. Then again, with my short refractory periods, I'd probably be in the mood again, only this time, I'd fuck him from behind to switch it up. What if I'd never have this awesome experience again? Would he want to continue messing around even when we were grown men? Would he fall in love with another guy and shut me out forever? That was the thing, though. We didn't have to mess around for me to want him every time I saw him. I never felt this way about other guys, just him. I didn't even want other guys since he was the only one I'd ever do this with. It was like I was gay just for him and too straight to fuck other guys. Weird. But the best part of me messing around with him was that I never had to use a condom. I'd made him promise never to do this with another guy until after I was gone, which was tomorrow, much to my sadness. Once that happened, he'd have to get tested regularly since I wouldn't be with anyone else, and I wouldn't dare to cheat on my girlfriend. I didn't count messing around with my little brother as cheating since we were just helping each other out with our natural male needs, and had I been having sex with my girlfriend, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. Any other guy, though? Yeah, definitely cheating. My little brother would always be a secret exception. I moaned while remaining cautious not to make any noise. I breathed in and out slowly until my little brother's quickening pace got me close. I didn't have to warn him. By now, he knew just when. He was ready to taste me. And that was it. The electricity from brain to cock shot instantly and caused me to flood his mouth, leaving me grunting and shaking uncontrollably. He was a pro at this and wasted no drop. He swallowed me completely, loving the taste of my milk, or so he liked to call it. We stopped while I caught my breath. He reached for my lips and kissed me, and the euphoria could easily put me to sleep. We weren't supposed to be doing this, but our hormones didn't discriminate, at least not with each other. If only I didn't have to go out of state for college tomorrow. I missed him terribly already, but it was important for me to attend the school of my dreams after taking a gap year. I was already nineteen now, and I needed to get away from this religiously stifling house, what with Dad being the pastor of our church and enforcing his fanatical rules at home. If only I could take my little brother with me now that he'd graduated high school at eighteen, but I'd be living in a dorm, so it wasn't possible. Still, it wouldn't be the last time. My little brother and I would keep doing this in private every chance we got. No one would ever have to find out about our private brotherhood. *** Want more by Rod Rey? Visit: https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com Please show your support by donating to Nifty to help keep these stories alive! Copyright © 2020, Rod Rey. All Rights Reserved. DISCLAIMER: All details of all characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.