Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 18:01:53 +0100 From: Nick Johnson Subject: You don't have to be gentle This is a complete work of fiction/fantasy. Please do not read this story if it is illegal in your area. If you would like to contact me and give me any suggestions please do so Please remember to donate to. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html (Gay, Incest) You don't have to be gentle I wasn't a huge fan of the fact that my dad remarried after his divorce and invited his new wife and her son to live with us. Now, I know that living with my dad at thirty I'm no authority on life choices so I keep my mouth shut. Besides, dad let me remodel the attic into my own room and I gave my old room to Joey, which meant I had a space to myself and didn't have to share with a sixteen year old boy, who was basically a stranger to me. We lived on a ranch and I helped my dad out most of the week and especially on the weekends, on top of having my own job in town. I didn't move out because dad couldn't afford help and wouldn't be able to keep his stock on his own. Besides, these arrangements allowed me to save up money for my own business which I hoped to open in the future. Anyway, after they moved in, Joey and I did not get along at all. I was thinking that he would at least help us a little with the ranch but apparently he didn't have to, because "he was still in school", even though I have been working with my dad since I was 5 years old. But okay, I sucked it up and didn't want to waste my energy on this. I just made my peace with the fact that my new stepbrother and I just wouldn't get along. We had different personalities, and no common interests which was fine. We just didn't talk to each other unless we had to and stayed out of each other's way. After a couple of weeks though he started acting out and it seemed like he was trying to provoke me. He started talking back to me, acting like he was somehow smarter and better than me and soon his attitude started to get on my nerves. He wasn't particularly smart or clever and didn't seem to have any ambition besides working out to have, what I call, `show muscles' and spending most of his time on tiktok and snapchat. Which is why it really bugged me that he implied that I wasn't smart or had any ambition in life. The hypocrisy just boiled the blood in my veins. But still, I was the older one so I decided to ignore him, hoping he'd stop and move on to other things. But before that happened I started to notice that sometimes things in my room were in different places than when I had left them before leaving for work. I didn't keep my room tidy but I thought I noticed that my mess was `rearranged'. I didn't notice anything missing so I thought I must have imagined it. Until I looked at my credit card balance and noticed a strange charge. It was for over a hundred bucks and made out to a company I didn't know the name of. After googling it I found out it was a shop with erotic male underwear. I looked through some of their inventory and found it was all jockstraps, thongs and leather boxers with zippers in the front. It took me a second before I realized that Joey must have stolen my credit card and made an order with it. He probably was too shy to ask his mom for it and obviously he didn't have any money of his own. That was the last straw. He can act like a shithead and call me names all he wants, it doesn't bother me, but I'm not going to be paying for his underwear. At that time our parents were out and I heard music playing loudly in his room so I thought it was the perfect moment to have a brotherly chat. I stormed downstairs from the attic and knocked on his door. He didn't answer so I assumed he didn't hear me on account of the music so I knocked again louder. After getting no response again I opened the door and saw him sitting on his bed, wearing only a thong, his back turned to me and staring into his phone hunched over. He must have not heard me come in because he then sat up straight, and recorded himself flexing his bicep before kissing and licking it with a cheeky smile on his face. I couldn't believe my eyes. He must have finally noticed me on the screen of his phone because he got startled and it almost fell out of his hands as he sprung up on his feet and turned towards me. "What the fuck, man?! They didn't teach you how to knock?!" he screamed covering his crotch frantickly but I could see he had a hard on despite his best efforts to hide it. The thong was barely covering anything. "I knocked twice, actually. You'd hear if you weren't blasting that garbage all day." I explained calmly and walked up to him. He tried to push me away but I was quicker and grabbed his phone from his hand. Then I put my hand on his forehead and kept him at a distance as I scrolled through his phone. I had over a foot on him so I kept him with ease even though he tried to break free and was slowly starting to hurt my arm. I was too focused on what I was seeing on the screen to pay attention to the pain, however. I was scrolling through his twitter feed seeing him posing in pictures and videos all around the house, either wearing underwear or wearing nothing but hiding his junk very strategically. The pictures were very thirsty, he had his tongue out in most of them and his ass featured prominently in almost all of them. "Are you getting off watching it, you faggot?" he yelled angrily trying to break free and get his phone back. "There is only one faggot here and it's not me." I said without looking away from his phone. I scrolled up to his profile bio and noticed a link to his OnlyFans. "Dude, are you a moron?!" I yelled at him "You're sixteen, you're not legal yet! You could go to jail for this!" "Fuck you, it's none of your business!" "How did you get verified, anyway?" "With a fake ID" he said as if that was something obvious. "They don't check them too thoroughly," he added with a shrug. "But no one realized? You still look like a kid" "My face, maybe, but not my body." He was right. His face was still boyish but his body, even though smooth, looked all grown up. He had a wide chest with big pecs, pronounced abs, broad shoulders and thick veiny biceps and arms. Still, like I said, all that was for show and I could hold him with one hand easily. "Some guys are into that..." he added with a smirk and I felt something turn in my stomach. "Fuck, man..." I cringed before letting him go and tossing his phone back to him. "Your mom is gonna be so pissed when she finds out." "Come man, you can't tell her! I'll be in so much trouble!" he started doing something on his phone, I could see he was nervous. "Besides, she's not gonna believe you! She thinks you're a dumb idiot, who's jealous of me!" I wasn't gonna open that can up so I just asked "Why did you steal my credit card if you have an Only Fans?" "I dunno, to fuck with you?" he replied without looking up from his phone. That was it for me. When I was walking downstairs I was ready to punch him and was barely holding back. But his attitude just put me over the edge. I firmly snatched his phone from his hand and tossed it behind me. "What the fu...?!" he tried to yell but my hand was already on the back of his neck, shoving him on the bed. He fell face first, his knees hitting the floor and upper body falling on the mattress. He tried to get up but my knee was already between his shoulder blades pushing him back down. "What the fuck?! Let me go?!" his voice was muffled as his face was pinned into the mattress and he tried to free himself from under me, to no avail. His legs were wriggling in all directions helplessly. "Get off me! I can't breathe!" I didn't respond, only quickly undid my belt, pulled it from my pants and folded it in half. He tried to put one of his arms between my legs and punch me in the nuts, but couldn't reach so he only hit my thigh a couple times. I grabbed his hand by the wrist and twisted his arm on his back, holding my belt with the other. I don't know what came over me. Then, I hit him with the belt on his exposed buttcheeks. He screamed in pain and I felt him struggle underneath me. I hit him again and again. "Ow! That hurts!" I heard his voice crack as he began to cry. "Stop!" I wasn't hitting him with full force, but I knew how much a leather belt could hurt on bare skin. Each time I looked down at his butt, watching his cheeks jiggle. He had a really nice, round ass, and he flexed his buttocks continuously as he tried to throw me off of him. I hit him again, savoring the sound leather made hitting his smooth skin. "Ow! Please stop, it hurts so bad...!" Joey was now sobbing into the mattress and I felt him cease to struggle underneath, lying limp half on the floor, half on the bed. I felt tightness in my pants and looked down to see I had a boner. I tossed the belt to the side and took my knee off of his back, still holding his arm, twisted behind his back. I was kneeling next to him staring hypnotized at his ass. I started slapping him on his now red buttocks with my palm, which didn't hurt him as much but he still yelled after each hit. Every time I let my hand linger a little longer and later even give a little squeeze. God, his ass was amazing. Soon, I wasn't hitting him in anger anymore, only slapping him just hard enough to see and feel it jiggle. I felt the tip of my cock getting wet in my pants. As I gave his ass a squeeze I felt him flex his buttock and arch his back, pushing his ass up a little. I turned to look at him but his head was turned in the other direction. His face was half pushed into his bed but I could see his eyes were closed. As I became more gentle his yelling and crying turned into moaning. I grabbed his thong by the waistband and pulled it down before leaning forward and pulling them all the way to his ankles and then all the way off. I felt the front of it was soaking wet. Next, with my free hand I moved one cheek to the side and looked at his butthole. It was smooth, tight and very tiny. I felt my mouth watering. Joey was laying face down, without moving, breathing sharply as I was still holding his twisted arm on his back. When I spat on the fingertips of my free hand and wiped the pit on his hole he shivered. As I teased his entrance I noticed goosebumps on his thighs. I slid my middle finger inside him with a steady move. Joey moaned loudly and shifted but after a second he sighed deeply and pushed his hips towards me pushing my finger deeper inside him. His hole was so tight and warm, it was driving me crazy. When I tried to push my index finger in he inhaled sharply and clenched his hole tighter around my fingers. Instead of waiting for him to relax I pushed against his tightness and forced my second finger in. "Ow!" He screamed in pain and wanted to say something but stopped himself. He probably realized he wasn't in control anymore. As I moved my fingers inside him, in and out and pressing around the walls I savored how wet and warm he was. My cock was throbbing inside my pants, and my heart was racing. A part of me was telling me to stop, before it was too late, but another voice countered with the fact that it was already too late, and long ago, so I might as well go all the way. I listened to the latter voice. I let go of his arm and pulled my fingers out of him. Joey turned to look at me with wide eyes as I stood up and took off my t-shirt that I have sweat through. I took off my pants and underwear, with a wet precum stain, and tossed them to the side. I watched Joey's reaction with the corner of my eye. He gulped, but didn't move an inch. "You don't have to be gentle." He said quietly as I got on my knees behind him. "I wasn't going to." I replied, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer to me. I spread his cheeks with my hands and spat on his hole. Then I pointed the tip at his opening and pushed in with one steady move. Joey arched his back and screamed in pain but I grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into the mattress. I kept pushing until I was all the way in and then held still, feeling his hole clenching around my throbbing cock. I pulled back about half way before pushing all the way back in again, this time a little faster. Joey tried to yell but his screams were muffled into the mattress. He flailed his arms around trying to hold on to something before grabbing my forearm behind his head, arching his back even more. I started thrusting aggressively overtaken with how good his hole felt around my cock. He was tighter than any pussy I'd ever been in and was so deliciously wet. As I continued to fuck him I felt his hole relax and his upper body wasn't tense anymore either. I let go of his head and put both of my hands on his hips holding them in place which allowed me to thrust faster. Joey grabbed a pillow and put it under him, hugging it to his chest and biting the top as he moaned into it. Soon, I felt I was starting to get close. I wiped sweaty hair from my forehead and arched my back and closed my eyes as I slapped my hips against his with each thrust. Then, a powerful orgasm bent me forward again as my cock pumped warm, thick cum into my stepbrother's ass. I pinned him down to the bed with my upper body as I moaned loudly, holding his hips and pumping him full of cum. I kept thrusting slowly as my orgasm calmed down and I laid panting on top of him. He was out of breath two and was moaning gently with each breath. We laid like that for a good while coming to, before he finally spoke. "I didn't know you were bi..." "Me neither..." I chuckled "That ass fucking turned me." He chuckled and said teasingly "So it doesn't bother you anymore that I'm sixteen?" I laughed "Fuck you, whore..." before adding "you gotta pay me back for that thong somehow..." "Works for me..." he chuckled. "It wasn't just the thong, you know?" "I thought as much. You're gonna show me later." "Not now? What, you in a hurry or something?" "No, I'm not going anywhere." I said pulling out of him and getting on the bed. Joey turned to look at me and then down at my crotch. Then, he smiled with his eyebrows raised. "Fuck, how are you still hard, man?" he chuckled. "Shut up and lay on your back." he looked at me and hesitated so I added "I wanna see your stupid face as I fuck you." Joey chuckled mischievously and did as he was told. He put his legs in the air and grabbed his ankles with his hands before spreading his legs so far his feet were almost touching the bed. He smirked seeing my impressed reaction. I knelt in front of him and put my hands on his thighs pushing them towards him and pushing his ass up. I looked down at his hole which was still slightly gaping and drops of my cum dripped out onto his bed. I positioned my cock and pushed back in again, all the way, watching the reaction on his face. He closed his eyes, raised his eyebrows before frowning and gasping loudly. "Fuck, it's so big..." he said breathlessly, putting his hands on his face. I started moving my hips back and forth fucking his hole again. I pushed his hands off of his face. "Look at me, slut." I told him in a strict voice. He looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Stick your tongue out..." I started moving faster. "Like in your stupid, thirsty vids." Joey did as he was told, sticking his tongue out and putting his arms above his head. I looked at his smooth, muscled torso and watched his abs move as he breathed deeply. I looked further down at his cock, which despite being hard wasn't bigger than three inches, give or take. His tiny, smooth balls bounced gently each time I thrust into him. "You like my tiny cock, stepbro?" I heard Joey's voice. I looked up at his face and noticed he was smirking. He must have been so pleased with himself, turning his straight step bro bi. "Now I know what that fucked up attitude was compensating." I smirked back and thrust in harder. "You're so mean..." he gasped "But you're gonna fix that attitude, aren't you?" "I already started..." I let go of his legs and put my fists on each side of his chest. He grabbed his ankles again and put his feet above his head as our faces moved closer. I started thrusting faster and he moaned, pulling his head back with his eyes closed. "You enjoyed being taught some discipline, didn't you?" I asked him, smirking "Yes, daddy..." he moaned with his eyes closed. That drove me crazy. I grunted and started fucking him even harder. Joey started moaning continuously and biting his lip. It was so hot. "You're such a slut..." I moaned under my breath. "I'm your slut, daddy." he moaned back "From now on, you do what you're told, slut..." I closed my eyes and pulled my head back. He felt so good on my cock. "You understand?" "Yes, sir..." I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His face was shining from sweat and tears and he was biting his lip, while moaning continuously. I felt another orgasm building up. "Kiss me." He opened his eyes wide, puzzled. "Do what your told, faggot." I said sternly with a smirk. "Okay..." he replied shifting underneath me a little "You'll have to come closer..." "No." I was still smirking. "You come up here." Our faces were inches away from each other but Joey was already folded in half with his feet above his head so it was difficult for him to bend further. Difficult, but not impossible. Even from watching his videos briefly, I knew he could bend further. Joey moved his head up sharply but didn't reach my face. He tried again and this time managed to almost touch my lips with his but in the last second I pulled my head back. "Oh, you bastard..." he chuckled before thrusting his head forward again. This time I pushed my face forward too and our lips touched. We moaned simultaneously before Joey fell back on the mattress again. "Good boy..." I winked at him. Joey moaned suddenly and looked into my eyes. "Sait it again... please..." he moaned. "You're daddy's good little boy..." Joey moaned louder and I felt his hole throb. I also notice goosebumps on his skin. "You're my slutty little boy..." That was it for him. He moaned loudly as his body shook in violent spasms and his tiny cock spat out a few drops of clear cum. His whole body clenched and all his muscles flexed as he came which in turn pushed me over the edge. I fell towards him and started kissing his neck aggressively as he was still cumming. I started fucking him with everything I had and soon my cock was pumping cum inside him again. He grabbed my face with his hands and pulled it up so we could make out. Our tongues wrestled against each other as we moaned loudly and I came even harder than before. I don't know how long I was cumming but when I came to and opened my eyes he was looking at me with a cheeky smile. I collapsed on the bed next to him with a grunt and he let his legs fall on the mattress next to me. I was breathing heavily as I felt him put his leg over me and cuddle up to my side. I looked down at his face. His hair was completely wet, as I felt mine was too. He hugged my chest tighter and shivered. I put my arms around him, hugging him closer still. "That was something..." I said with a deep sigh. "Yeah... it was intense..." he replied weakly. "I don't think I ever came this hard before..." Joey chuckled. "I don't think I ever came without touching my cock." I looked at him surprised. "That doesn't happen every time?" "I don't know, I've never done it before..." he shrugged. "I meant I never came from just playing with my ass..." We laid for a minute quietly, thinking. "So you've only fucked girls before?" Joey asked "Yeah..." "And...?" he looked up at me with a cheeky smile "Which is better?" I spanked his ass and squeezed his buttcheek. "This ass is better than anything I've ever had." "I'm glad you liked it..." he said, putting his chin on my chest. "Your cock feels so amazing... I can't wait to have it in me again." he added in a whisper. "Soon, slut, soon..." I said, squeezing his buttock again. "We're gonna be doing it very often from now on." "Good." Joey said before biting his lip "So... you wanna see what other undies you bought me?" I smirked at him and nodded. As he jumped from the bed and walked towards his dresser I noticed he couldn't stand up straight all the way and was putting his feet wider than he usually does. I felt my cock get hard again. This kid may be a horny slut, but he won't be bored with me...