Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 14:16:54 -0800 (PST) From: Scott Bruck Subject: What My Brother Began: Part 2 :::Disclaimer::: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places or events is of coincidence. This story contains descriptions of fictional sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old, or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, do NOT read. If this type of story offends you, please go to another site. All others enjoy. You may send comments, suggestions, or ideas to lightofmithras@yahoo.com:::: It had been a few days since 'it' had happened, and by `it' I mean my brother Brad fucking me. After it happened, I thought about it the entire day, I couldn't keep it out of my head. I kept thinking things like: 'it was wrong' and 'if anyone found out, I'd...', but mostly I thought about it felt to have someone in me. To have Brad in me. I was thinking about all those things as I sat in History class, and even though Mr. Routh couldn't read my mind, he still could tell that I wasn't paying attention. "Whatever you may be dreaming about, Mr. Howards, I am quite certain that it has little to do with the Battle of Antietam." My eyes shot wide open and I quickly stared up at Mr. Routh and nodded compliantly. I began to take notes on the casualties of the war and the aftermath of it, but soon my words began to falter and my mind wandered back to Brad. I found myself kneeling in front of my brother again, while he brushed the swollen head of his dick across my lips. Luckily, before I got too caught up in my own day dream, the period ended and the bell rang, knocking me back into my senses. As I stopped at my locker, my friend Tim nudged me as he threw a few books into his locker. "You alright?" He asked. "Sure, why not?" I replied as I took out my math book and held it to my side; I slowly closed my locker and faced Tim. He brushed his light brown bangs out of his face. "Just that, usually it's Wallace or Kyle that zone out during History class, not you." Tim shut his locker as well and faced me. I averted my eyes, feeling that eye contact would somehow tell him what I was thinking. "Maybe you're just sick." Tim said as we began to move down the hall to our next class. A group of junior students passed us, including the head cheerleader, Lisa Edwards. "Ooooh, I get it!" Tim suddenly said, I turned to him and looked puzzled. "You like Lisa, don't you?" "N-no way!" I said bluntly. "C'mon, you so do. Why else would you be spacing out in class?" Tim leaned forward and looked me in the face. "I mean, I guess you could like someone else in our class though." "I don't like anyone." I stated matter-of-factly. "I just zoned out; that's all." Tim chuckled and opened the door to our math room, while I turned around and took a glance back into the hall; I let out a small sigh and walked into class. When the final bell rang and class was dismissed, I usually waited for everyone else to run out and crowd the halls before I left. But that day, I was one of the first people out of the door, like I was being driven by something. When I got my locker, I tried to calm down. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing, and I didn't even know why. "There you are, twerp." I heard Brad say, and I knew it was Brad. I froze solidly and turned around, I looked at him completely taken by surprise. Brad had never talked to me at school before, I thought, and there was no reason for him to start now. "No practice today, so I can take you home if you want." My brain didn't quite grasp what my brother had just said, him offering to take me home was even stranger than him asking me to give him a blow job. It just didn't happen with Brad. I paused, because I had never formulated a response for this kind of question. "Sure, I'll, uh just get my things." "Alright, just hurry your ass or I'll leave without you. I'll be at the front doors." Brad said with a slight chuckle in his throat, he swung his bookbag over his shoulder and walked down the hall where he joined up with his friends. I was almost scared, I guess, because I figured that something was going to happen. Brad wasn't just going to take me home, I thought, no way, he'd at least tease me the whole way home. I knew mom and dad would be home by now, so Brad couldn't just leave me at school and claim not to know where I was, but then again, I didn't want him to try. I grabbed my book bag and began to walk down the hall. If I wasn't anxious before, I certainly was now. When Tim touched my shoulder from behind, I swore I jumped five feet into the air. "Where are you going?" He asked, as I mellowed out I turned around and faced him. "Uhh, Brad's gonna take me home today." I said, even saying those words felt weird. I could tell that Tim was as surprised as I was. "Oh, oh ok, well I'll call you later then." Tim said. "Try not to zone out too much tomorrow, you'll never get her to like if you all you do is impersonate a zombie." I nodded and then turned, making my way to the front doors again so I didn't miss Brad. As I walked down the steps to the front of the building, I saw Brad's car sitting in front already running. I picked up my pace and rand down the small hillside with my bookbag swung over my shoulder. When I got closer, Brad rolled down the window. "Put your shit in the back." He said; I heard the doors unlock. I opened the back door and threw my bad inside, I lingered for a moment before I shut the door and then opened the front one. So many things flew through my mind as I opened the front door and moved to go inside, I though maybe Brad would suddenly speed away with my stuff and leave at the school; but he didn't, and I sat down inside the car and shut the door. "Took you long enough. I told you to hurry; I should've just left without you." Brad said as he slid his car into drive and began to pull out onto the road. "Sorry." I said, trying not to make eye contact with him. I snapped my seatbelt into place and sat up straight in the seat. I felt like I was in an alien land, because since Brad bought the car, I hadn't ever stepped inside of it. The silence between us remained, and I began to felt relieved until I glanced outside of the car. We began to pass the park and the library, meaning we were going in the exact opposite direction of home. "Where . . . where are we going?" I asked. "Thought we'd take a drive up to Fischer's." Brad said looking over at me. My heart resumed its quickened beat, and I stared out the window as we began to leave the town behind. Fischer's Landing was near the foot of the mountainside which basically surrounded the town. When we were kids, I remembered, that dad used to take us there for camping and hikes through the forest. Before long, I couldn't see any of the buildings or landmarks in town, just the road stretched out for miles. The longer Brad drove, the more dense the trees became. "Well, looks like we'll park here." Brad said as he pulled the car over on the side of the dirt road. Next to my side of the door was nothing but trees and thick grass. I looked over at my brother. "Brad, why . . . "Mom and Dad are home." Brad said as he took off his seat belt and turned the car off. He looked over at me and smiled. "I need it bad, Mike." He said in a whisper as he placed his hand on my denim-covered thigh. "Brad . . . " I looked over at him, my face still in complete shock. "I can't...do that. What we did, what if anyone found out?" "No one's going to find out." Brad said, pausing for a moment. "And you know you want to do it. I've heard you jacking off in your room every day since then." "That's not true." I said as I jerked back, my face was completely red. I unhooked my seat belt and fumbled for the door. "Where do you think you're going?" Brad said as I opened the door and shut it behind me. I walked outside of the car stood in the thick grass, I could hear Brad's door open and shut between the calls of birds and the whistle of the wind. My mind was racing again, and I knew that Brad was right. I did want it, want him, and that fact dug into me. Suddenly, I felt a sudden warmth, and I turned around to see Brad. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "Look, Mikey..." He said as he looked straight into my eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you before, but...I thought about it all week, and I realized that I want to do it again. That I wanted you again." I turned around and faced my brother. For once in my entire life, I could tell that he was being honest with me. Brad smiled at me while he slightly pushed down on my shoulders, and as my resistence finally gave way I found myself kneeling in front of my brother again. Brad leaned up against the car with one hand still resting at the back of my head. I looked up at him and the down at his jeans, which were straining as his huge dick pushed against the fabric. My hands wandered up to his bulge, and I ran my fingers along the outline of my brother's thick cock. "You know you want my dick, Mikey." Brad said as he looked down at me. I ran my hands up to his buttons and looked back up. "You're right." I said plainly while I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly took his zipper down. "I do." Brad let out a relieveing sigh as I pulled his jeans down and he kicked them off his feet. I glanced up again at my brother's crotch, this time his dark blue boxers had tented with his hard dick. I grabbed at his cock through the boxers and massaged it with my hand. I leaned forward and licked at my brother's dick through the boxers for a moment, before I unbuttoned them. Brad adjusted his crotch and pushed his hard dick out the front of his boxers, it was literally throbbing in front of me. "Well, bitch, you gonna just stare at it or are you gonna suck it?" Brad said as he pushed my head forward with his hand. I quickly opened my mouth and ran my tounge around the swollen head of my brother's cock. I heard him sigh as I licked around the shaft and took it into my mouth. I reached up and slide one hand around Brad's back and the other one at the bottom of his hard shaft. I slide his dick out of my mouth for a moment and jerked it in my hand, my own spit acting as a lube. Brad glanced down at me with eyes full of lust as I jerked his thick cock. I wrapped my hand around it tightly, and my fingers just barely touched around the thick shaft. With my hand still wrapped around his cock, I slid the rest of it back into my mouth. I ran my tounge around the head and bobbed up and down on my brother's dick. "You're such a girl, Mikey." Brad said as he moaned and grabbed a grabbed a hunk of my hair. "Swallow my dick, bitch." I moaned around my brother's dick and looked up at his powerful body, I took his cock out of my mouth for a moment again and jerked it in my hand while licking at the head hungrily. Suddenly, without warning, Brad pushed my head back onto his cock and pumped his hips into my face. I stretched my mouth open as wide as possible as my brother fucked my face with his powerful dick. I moaned around his cock's girth as my lips stretched and parted around it as it pushed further in. Brad let go of my head for a moment and let his cock slide out of my mouth. "Take your clothes off." Brad said as I knelt before him. I froze for a moment, feeling hesitant to take off my clothes outside, even if we were alone. "I'm fine." I said, standing up. The realization that we were in the middle of an open area caught my attention. "Maybe, maybe we should do this in the car." I said as I began to walk around the front of the car. Brad pulled off his boxers and I felt him walk up behind me. "Maybe we do this ON the car." He said as I felt his thick cock press up against my ass. He rubbed it through my jeans and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Someone could see us..." I said as Brad continued to rub his cock against my jean-covered ass. "I want your ass, bitch." Brad said sternly. "And I'm gonna get it." He reached around me and unbuttoned my pants, and before I knew it he had slid my pants off. "Brad, please..." I moaned. But now Brad wasn't in the listening mood, he was in the fucking mood and nothing I said was going to change what he wanted. Brad bent me over onto the warm hood of his car and slide my underwear down over my ass, as they fell down to my jeans my own hard dick smacked up against the side of my brother's car. The next thing I felt was Brad running his cock inbetween my ass cheeks. Brad paused for a moment and I heard him spit, and when he returned to running his cock up and down my ass, I could tell it was slick with his saliva. "You said you didn't want this, Mikey." Brad said as he continued to rub his dick head across my hole. "But you do, don't you? You ass is twitching for my cock, isn't it?" He paused for a moment, and I remained silent until I knew he wanted me to answer. "You want my cock don't you, bitch?" "...Yes..." I said in a sigh, my entire body was waiting anxiously for my brother's cock to press into my ass. "Yes, I want your cock." "I knew you did." Brad chuckled. "I knew you couldn't wait for my big dick to fuck your ass again, you little slut. Tell me you want me to fuck your little ass, fag." "Brad..." I moaned as Brad continued to rub his slick cock head against my twitching hole. "Please fuck me..." I moaned. "Fuck my ass." I felt Brad begin to push into me as he moaned. "You're such a fuckin girl, Mikey, such a slut." My entire body began to shake as my brother's huge dick began to push open my ass. The pain was so great, but at the same time I felt completely turned on and hot. Brad's hands slide down to my hips as he pushed more of his cock into me. "You're ass is so tight, bro." He moaned as he slide out a little bit and spit on his hand, Brad rubbed his spit on his cock and then pushed more of it into me. I moaned out as my ass was stretched to the extreme by his thick shaft. Brad laughed as he finally pushed the entire length of his cock into my ass. "How do you like my cock in your little cunt, bitch?" "Please..." I maoned, my senses lost. "Fuck my ass, Brad, please..." Brad chuckled and the grunted as he slid his dick out a little and then pushed it back in. We both moaned as my ass accepted his cock, and he was able to begin to actually fuck me. At first, his thrusts were long and soft. I could almost feelt my ass hole opening and closing around the veins and bumps of his thick cock. Brad ran his hands around my body and grasped at my dick as he sped up his pace a little more. "You really like me fucking you, don't you?" He moaned as he bucked his hips into me. "Yes..." I sighed in pleasure. "Tell me how much you like my cock in your boy cunt." Brad said as he stroked my dick and fucked my ass at the same time. "I like it alot." I said as my own hips pushed into my brother's hands, and likewise, back onto my brother's thick cock. "How much do you like it, cunt." Brad said as he stroked my dick a little harder, and then slide his cock out of my ass. "How much do you like my dick in you?" I sighed as my ass began to close without his cock in me. "I love your cock in me, Brad." I moaned as my brother continued to jerk my cock. "Please don't stop, please...fuck me." My body clenched in pain as Brad suddenly plunged his cock back into me, thrusting it in to the hilt. I screamed out, unaware of who or what could hear me. My cock continued to throb in my brother's strong hand as he began to fuck into my ass in faster, harder strokes. "Fuckin' cunt." He grunted in pleasure, pushing his cock into me and lightly smacking my ass with his hand. "You're such a slut, asking for my cock. Begging for me to fuck you." "Yes, please fuck me!" I sighed desperately as my I felt my body coming close to orgasm. "Fuck your dick into me!" Brad grunted and put his hands on my hips as his fucks became so fast and hard that my entire ass giggled from each slap of his hips. I reached down with one hand and grabbed my dick, jerking it wantonly as my brother's thick cock penetrated the deepest parts of my insides. "I'm gonna cum, Mikey." Brad groaned as he fucked into me harder. "I'm gonna cum in your pussy." I jerked harder as Brad pushed into me with extreme force. His cock smacked against me from the inside and I began to shoot my cum all over the side of his car and my hand. I moaned and contracted my ass as I bucked into my own hand. Brad began to moan uncontrollably as he fucked into me again and again, each time he shot another round of his hot cum into my ass. As I let out one last sigh, I could feel my brother fuck the last of his cum into me. I pushed my ass back into him as Brad let out a deep breath and ran his hand across his brow. He slowly pulled out of me, making my ass spill out some of his cum. I felt my brother's hand rub my back gently. "Thanks, bro." Brad said. I turned around and bent down to put back on my pants when suddenly Brad kicked me in the shin. "What the hell was that for?" I said as I grabbed my leg. "You got your cum all over the side of my car." Brad said bluntly. "Lick it off, bitch." "No way, just wipe it off." I said as pulled my jeans and underwear back on. "Lick it off, or I'll leave you here." Brad said, grinning. I sort of knew that he wouldn't, but as he walked around the front of the car and grabbed his pants, I bent down anyhow and licked my own cum off the side my brother's car. Once I licked all of it off, I ran my tongue across my lips and tasted the salty mix of dirt and sperm. "You're such a fag." Brad said as he tossed my already messed up hair. I played angry, of course, but when we both got into the car and began to drive home; I actually felt happy. I felt like I finally had a brother.