Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2000 02:28:40 -0800 (PST) From: einhard Subject: Me and Brad III Me and Brad III (M/t, incest, oral, anal, WS) by einhard There's not much sex in this, I'm afraid. Not very wet, either. More to come in ch. 4, which will be ready next week. Then I take my Christmas vacation, and expect to wrap up the story in January. There will probably be 6 or 7 chapters in all. My mind (as well as my heart) was racing. I could hardly move, which was no wonder, because my feet were tied and my hands cuffed to the bed. And somebody had declared that "Now you're mine, Tommy." Well, I had one end of that sorted out. "Tommy" was me. I knew that much. But whose was the voice? I wasn't using my hearing aids, and I had only just been able to hear the voice. It was dark, too. Not a thing to be seen. And anyway, I felt so tired, so really, really tired. From behind heavy eyelids I tried to focus on the Person who was bending down towards me, but everything was so blurry and heavy... Mmm, this is nice. Lying naked among the flowers on a beautiful day. Why haven't I tried this before? Ah, Robbie, watering the plants, I see. Good, good. So, you think I need some water, too? Maybe you're right. See you again soon. Ahh! It really is pleasant, this. Just lounging about, all warm and wet, and... And hard! Ooh, does it get any better? Hey, what's the big idea, messing with my backside like that? Feels good, though, real gooood... Slowly, the mist seemed to be clearing. Aww, it hurt. My head was throbbing, my mouth felt woolly, and there was something else. Oh, yeah, my ass was hurting. My ass?! I opened my eyes, and found I was ....Where was I? Oh, in my own bed. What was all this about "Now you're mine"? No handcuffs, either. Nothing else seemed out of order, except I had no underwear on. I always sleep in boxers, and I could have sworn I didn't take them off the night before. I decided to try getting up. I needed to take a piss. Yes, in the toilet bowl! Whoa there! Will you stay still, you..bedroom! After a few deep breaths (deep and foul-smelling, I was sure) the world seemed to settle down, and I could go for my piss. Back in my room, I decided a shower was out of the question. I'd probably faint from the heat. Breakfast wasn't very tempting, either. So, an expedition to the kitchen in search of liquids, and then just some walking about to steady my stomach. And the rest of me. I stepped out in the corridor, gently walked to the stairs and then up. It was still early, and I didn't want to wake the boys. Katie was no problem; that child could sleep through the Apocalypse. Passing Brad's room, I could hear moaning sounds. Hm, somebody having fun at this early hour. I just had to eavesdrop a little bit. Strange, I didn't think Brad or Tim had such high-pitched voices. Gently, I pushed down the handle and opened the door just a fraction. Nothing. A fraction more, and I began to see something. Bed empty, no Brad, no Timmy. But somebody was there, because I could see movement. I opened the door further, and there was Robbie, lying on a small couch, dressed in only a pajama top, and jacking off! I thought I had shouted out loudly, but it seemed I hadn't, because he gave no sign of having noticed me. I focused on the TV screen in front of him, and saw......What was that? A fuck movie? It took a few seconds to register, but the evidence was clear. That was me, flat on my stomach, with Timmy's long cock pistoning in and out of my ass. This time I did yell, and poor little Robbie, after a sitting jump, fell on the floor and went completely limp. Not his dick, I mean, all of him. "Robbie! Robbie, wake up, kid!" I slapped his cheeks. Hm, it seemed he'd been having fun for a little while. There was sperm on his belly and his almost hairless crotch. Not much, but still. "Huh? Brad?" Robbie opened his eyes, saw who it was, and promptly panicked, trying to reach for both his pajama bottom and the remote to the VCR, while getting up at the same time. He ended up in a heap on the floor, looking like a tomato, and spluttering like an expiring frog. I know I shouldn't have laughed. At least not quite as long and heartily as I did. I could see him virtually getting smaller and smaller on the floor. With an effort, I composed myself, bent down to pick up my little cousin and his pajama bottom, handed it to him, and then turned around, telling him to get decent. "You can turn round again now, Tommy." I did, trying to make him wilt even further under my stern gaze. It might have worked better if I hadn't let out that goofy giggle. Memo to self: When gazing sternly at young cousins, do not giggle! "Well, young man, I think an explanation would be in order, don't you?" "Uhm...ahh...It's, er, it's like this..." "Yes?" I sat down, and motioned for him to sit next to me. He stuttered a few more times, and then he broke down, sobbing. "Please don't hit me or yell at me or anything. I didn't mean nothin' wrong, honest, Tommy." "Shh, don't worry. I won't bite, and I'll only bark a little. Now, pull yourself together, and then tell me how you got hold of this tape. Not least, you can tell me who made the tape, and how." "Yeah, okay." He sniffed and wiped his eyes, and after a little hesitation, began spilling the beans. "You see, I know about Brad and Timmy. They even let me watch sometimes when they're, you know, having sex." "What?!" Shit, that was way too loud. Robbie cringed beside me. "What do you mean, they let you watch? What have you seen?" I asked, more softly this time. "Well, you know, everything. Kissing and cuddling, and when they suck each other's dicks, and... and stuff", he ended lamely. "Stuff?" "Yeah" he giggled. "Stuffing their dicks up each other's assholes." "Anything else?" "Yeah." "What?" He blushed profusely again. "Pissing" he whispered. "You have seen everything, haven't you? Ever done anything with them, or with Brad alone?" "No, they won't let me. They say I'm too young." "Damn right you are. I'm pretty shocked they even let you watch. You're sure you don't mean you've been spying on them?" "No. Well, that's how it started. But then one time, they caught me, and Tim said I could be in the room with them and watch. And I did. And later I've watched them maybe five, six times." "And Brad lets you?" "I don't think he liked it the first time, but he does what Tim says. Brad's older and everything, but Tim's the boss." "Is he, now?" I stroked my chin, thoughtfully. "How about this video? Who made that, and how come you've got access to it?" "Well, Brad's been learning a bit how to make videos at school. He's got a camcorder, so I guess he made it." "And the drugs? I wasn't awake during this session, you know. I think they used handcuffs and ankle cuffs, too." "I don't know about drugs. The cuffs are Timmy's. He uses them on Brad sometimes. I think he wants to use 'em more often, but Brad won't do it if he's sober." "They drink?" "Yeah, but not a lot. I think Brad's really scared of mom finding out. He won't let me try." "You don't say. And the tape?" "I don't know. I woke up earlier, because a door was banging, and I found this tape on my bed." "Well, I'll tell you one thing for sure. I'm taking it and keeping it." I removed it from the VCR. "Tommy!!!" my young friend whined. "It's so hot, and I don't have any other tapes. Not like that. I really want some." "Okay, I'll tell you what. You be a good boy and do what I tell you, and later this summer, I'll give you some really hot tapes I've got at home. Would you like that?" He nodded eagerly. Now, it was time for us plotters to plot some plots together... It turned out Robbie didn't think of himself as gay. He just thought anything sexual was hot. I'd have to give him a few hints about how he could find a sex life. I started mine when I was 13, but there was no reason he couldn't start at 11, as long as he did it with other kids. Anyway, he was almost 12. More to the point right at that moment, though, was that he could handle the camcorder. Brad had taught him. "Brad teaches me lots of things", he said. "Like, when I get stuck over homework, he helps me. Actually, I hardly learn any math at all in school, but when Brad explains, everything seems so easy." "So, he's a nice big brother, then, is he?" "Yeah, at least when it's only me and him." It seemed I would have to reconsider my assessment of the teenage brat. I thought all big brothers bullied their younger siblings. Well, what did I know? I was an only child. The plan was simple. Robbie would sneak out to the tree house, try to catch Brad and Tim misbehaving, and get it on tape. It that worked, we'd make a few copies of the tape, and proceed to blackmail and bully the two young teenagers. From Robbie's reports, Brad might be easy, but not Tim. He was quite a bully in his own right. Oh, well, whatever happened, it looked like it would be less than conventional. Copyright, einhard, December 2000. All rights reserved. Words from the author: First of all, I'm not American, and I don't have an American's urge to put in disclaimers all over the place. But a small reminder seems in order: The characters of this story never existed, and the events never took place. I made it all up. Further, even though Tom, Brad and Tim are not practising safe sex, you should. These three guys will never contract any STDs, because they don't exist. Also, I would like to give a few words of praise to the Nifty Archive, simply because it exists. It's wonderful! Lastly, just in case anybody might be interested, I have compiled a short list of stories on Nifty that I find worth reading. Mind you, these are not the only stories I like, there are lots of others that I follow eagerly. This is just the "creme de la creme". In brackets, I have indicated which categories they are listed in. Incidentally, none of them involve watersports. There are very few piss stories that I like. That's why I've decided to write one of my own. Without further ado, here's the list: A special place(HS) Flakbait(Hist) Flip(HS) Holding on for dear life(YF) Into the darkness(Scifi) Maria's sons(HS) Scout jerkoree(YF) The laird's son(HS) The sky in his eyes(HS) The strawberry boy(HS) P.S. I'll be posting one more chapter before Christmas, and then I'll be off on vacation until the new year. DS.