Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2020 13:09:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Casey Monoghan Subject: Step Brother Porn This is a stand-alone story.I love feedback, so if you like the story let me know! It means a lot.monoman89@yahoo.com I donated to nifty. Did you? Step Brother Porn I weaved my way excitedly through the throngs of people toward baggage claim, grateful that I was old enough to board and de-board without having to wait for a flight assistant escort anymore. They saw me and started waving, and I laughed happily as my dad and Rosie took turns sweeping me up in hugs and greetings and kisses on the cheek, my dad wearing one of his usual baseball caps and Rosie wrapped in a loud summer dress, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing just a little too much perfume. There was a kid I didn't recognize standing to the side, looking out of place, but I was sure they'd fill me in. I spend a week with them every summer, and it's my favorite time of the year. I live with my mom the rest of the year, and she could be exhausting, the kind of person who wanted everything to be perfect, who wouldn't think twice about publicly shaming a cashier for the lack of ketchup on a burger, to my frequent humiliation, but my dad and Rosie were the polar opposite. My dad was friendly and polite and soft spoken, Rosie was spiritual and honest and cussed and probably smoked pot and loved animals and plants more than people, and I secretly wished she was my real mom even though I'd never say that out loud. She had a son from her previous marriage named Damon who was almost a year younger than me, and he was alright, though I hated that he took his awesome mom for granted. We'd kind of grown up together, one week a year anyway, but we didn't really think of each other as family. We got along for the most part, but he was a know-it-all who had to have his way all the time and liked being the center of attention, and I think he resented my presence a little, so we butted heads a bit. Last year we hadn't really fought at all though, I guess we'd grown up a little, and for the first time I was actually kind of looking forward to seeing him, but he was nowhere to be found. I answered the usual questions about my flight and it wasn't till we were standing around waiting for my bag that I was able to get a better look at this other kid. At first I thought maybe it was a girl, but I saw that he was in fact a boy, his blonde hair combed straight over one side, the ends dyed blue, the other side shaved short, wearing all black except for the white earbuds in his ears and oozing cool disinterest, and oh my god it was Damon. I tried not to stare. This... was Damon? I was used to a smart aleck kid who put zero effort into his appearance and didn't give a crap about what he wore or what other people thought. This new Damon didn't even look like the same person. Not just the weird femme-emo styling, even his face looked different. His features looked more delicate, and I didn't remember him being so short. Or maybe I'd just grown more in the past year. He didn't say anything the whole time. Even on the ride home, he just played with his phone in edgy darkness next to me in the back seat while I happily chatted away with Dad and Rosie. We got to the house and it was refreshingly the same, just as it was every year. Sometimes it felt like almost no time had gone by since the previous summer, and I loved that. They didn't have a lot of money, Dad worked in construction and Rosie just did some kind of filing part time for her sister's real estate business, but it was comfortable and lived in, unlike the house I shared with my mother and annoying sister, which was kept in a showroom state at all times. I happily dropped my luggage and got big warm face licks from Forest, his tail wagging joyfully, and I chased down the cats to say hello and rub my face against them before they could jump away. I went hunting for the third cat and found him in Damon's room, and noted the posters and other new signs of angsty self expression. I was examining his anime collection when he walked in and finally said hi. He sat on his bed and I tried to act cool and casual, asking him about some of the new stuff, trying to get a sense of him. The dog came in smiling and I ruffled his ears as we talked and after a while it was pretty easy to see the old Damon underneath the new look, though more subdued and mature. Oddly his voice sounded softer, while mine had just started changing (and occasionally squeaked, unfortunately) in the past year. I'd spent most of my life seeing him in a bowl haircut, probably done by Rosie herself, and I had to admit the new look actually complimented his round face, especially his big blue eyes. I found myself wondering about his body, thinking back to when we'd bathed together as little kids and trying to equate that to the boy sitting across from me. I'd been secretly checking out boys for a couple of years now, and was surprised to find myself now doing that with Damon, of all people. He was a little extra sarcastic at dinner, and Rosie called him out on it, saying he was putting on a show for the guest, but soon we were all laughing at each other's stories and goofing off and having a good time, like we always did. The following morning Rosie made pancakes, my favorite, and I sat at the dining table while she cooked so we could hang out. Damon came out a bit later and got on the computer, which was in the kitchen as well, and started playing a game. He was wearing one of the t-shirts he always slept in, and I tried hard not to be obvious about checking him out. He'd never been shy about his body, and that didn't seem to have changed, the way he lounged in his briefs. I'd known Damon for almost six years, and it was kind of weird to be looking at him in this new light. He was... kind of a hottie. He'd always had a slight softness to his build, which had been accentuated rather than diminished in the past year. His hips had a fullness to them that I found alluring, his legs looked soft and smooth, and I watched as he lifted one leg onto the computer desk casually as he drank some orange juice, a very typical Damon thing to do, but it offered me a nice visual opportunity and... holy shit his underwear was a little loose around his crotch and I could actually see his groin- I looked away, smiling at Rosie as she shook some cinnamon into the batter and talked about the stuff they'd done to the backyard, but my attention was laser focused. With fleeting glances I was able to see and memorize the open area at Damon's crotch. I could see the fold of skin where his scrotum met his groin. He was just sitting there, totally unconcerned that he was partially exposed. I could just make out the outline of his penis through the white fabric of his underwear, and my mind was going into overdrive, imagining my face hovering over that soft bulge, kissing it, rubbing my lips over it, wrapping my arms around those smooth sexy hips and slipping my tongue into that gap in his underwear... I was raging hard and had to be very careful about where I was facing as I excused myself to go to the bathroom, where I masturbated furiously. My knees buckled and I barely got anything into the bowl, and I had to spend some time cleaning my mess off the lid and the rim and the porcelain and even the floor. I had just started ejaculating about ten months prior and this was a surprising amount for me, but at least it gave me time to allow the swelling in my groin to subside. Breakfast was much simpler now that I'd gotten that taken care of, but I still just couldn't quite get over how different Damon looked. Had his lips always been so full and sensual, with that boyish little half-smile? Had his eyebrows and nose always been so delicate, his skin that even and smooth shade of color that somehow looked naked, no matter which part you looked at? And then he'd get caught up in the conversation and he'd start getting loud as he and Rosie gave each other a hard time in that joking way they did and he'd do his silly voices and that evil "heh-heh-heh!" laugh he liked to do, and it was Damon through and through, but it was never long before he'd get quiet again and his cool detachment would return. I mostly left Damon to his own devices that afternoon, instead spending time with Rosie or Dad, but he surprised me after dinner by asking if I wanted to watch a movie with him. We unfolded my bed from inside the couch in the living room and set it up and started watching the movie. At least, he watched it. I wasn't super into it, and besides, there were much more interesting things to occupy my attention. I was laying on my back with my head against some couch cushions while Damon laid on his stomach facing the TV, propped up on his elbows. He hadn't put a shirt on after his shower, which wasn't unusual, so he was only wearing white briefs, ones which seemed to be much more snug than the loose ones he'd been wearing that morning. Many things about Damon had caught me off guard and secretly delighted my inner homosexual pervert, but nothing prepared me for this view. The only light was from the TV, and it's flickering glow softly illuminated the perfect skin of his body. The blonde hair on his round head glowed in the dim light above thin, almost feminine shoulders. His back was soft and smooth and the flickering glow made his clean skin look shiny and surreal like something out of a sexual fever dream, the valley of his spine a seductive curve running down the middle and leading to the swell of the fullest, most perfect ass I had ever seen. His upper thighs were soft and smooth and deliciously thick, and at one point he laughed and his hips lifted a bit and I stared in wonder at the movement of that beautiful body, and when he settled again some of the fabric got creased into the crack of his ass and I probably spent a solid ten minutes transfixed by it. He looked over his shoulder at me and I quickly diverted my starving gaze. "What?" I asked. "Just making sure you're still awake." "I am. Maybe still a little tired, but I'm awake." "I can turn it off if you want." "No, no, I'm fine. Let's keep watching." "Okay." He got up to get a drink of water, and when he came back he laid in pretty much the same position but now resting the side of his face against a pillow, and instead of crossing his ankles, he parted his legs. He resumed the movie, and I resumed my amazing visual feast. I couldn't believe my eyes. Between his thighs his briefs were stretched tight over what was clearly his ball sack, slightly flattened and bulging beneath the magnificent swell of his butt. A carnival of scenarios played out in my feverishly horny mind as I hypnotized myself with this body which appeared to be made completely out of sex, and I was exquisitely tortured by my inability to touch myself despite the amount of visual stimulation. My erection ached for release under the blanket I'd covered my lower half with despite the warm evening, but I couldn't even risk getting up to satisfy myself in the bathroom, since I was only wearing underwear myself. How was this possible? How had Damon, the stubborn know-it-all brat I'd known half my life, become this nearly androgenous being with blue tinted hair and a body like some kind of hyper sexualized fuck fairy from my gayest, most depraved dreams? After the movie Damon asked if I wanted to play cards with him. I didn't know many card games but he said he'd teach me, and he grabbed a deck and we played for a couple hours before bedtime. "Hey, what do you call me?" he asked at one point. "What do you mean, what do I call you?" "Like to your friends or whatever." I thought about it for a second. "I don't think you come up in conversation very much, but I guess I call you my step brother." "Doesn't that seem funny, though?" "Why?" "Well, we don't live together, and just cause, you know, how popular step brother porn is and everything," he said with a chuckle. "Step brother porn?" I asked innocently, as if I didn't know. "Uh, yeah! You haven't noticed?" "I guess I don't watch that much porn," I lied. "Well, trust me, it's, like, everywhere. I swear, every other video is like, 'step brothers doing it in the kitchen' or 'step brothers banging in the garden' or something." My mind snagged on a realization. I was quite familiar with the videos he was talking about, but I also knew he wouldn't be having that issue if he'd been looking at the straight side of those sites. He hadn't said step sister or step daughter, he'd said step brother. So he had basically just told me he watched gay porn. "Wow," I said. "I didn't know people were into that." "Oh, yeah. People are really into it. Like, super into it." "Huh." I badly wanted to push the subject, but my mind was kinda spinning and before I could think of anything more to say he was dealing and talking about variations of the game and the moment had passed. After he went to bed I was finally able to indulge myself, dwelling on Damon and the implications of what he'd said, until I was breathless and satisfied. The next day we spent some time outside, and I saw that Dad had finished building the clubhouse in the side yard. He'd started it a couple years before, but it had still sat as a wooden frame last year and I assumed the project had been abandoned, but now it was actually finished. There was a sort of built-in bunk bed on one side, and the floor had carpeting and everything. I thought it was amazing, and Damon happily agreed when I suggested we sleep in there that night. So after dinner and showers we brought some drinks and blankets and a lantern and it felt like camping, and we played cards on a small folding table. Damon and I were getting along better than we ever had, though maybe I was unconsciously treating him differently, trying to earn his affection. I couldn't deny that I was deeply attracted to him. But he seemed to be going out of his way to be nice to me as well. "This place is so cool," I remarked. "I'd kill to have a place like this where I could just get away from my stupid family and hang out by myself. Or have some friends over." "Yeah, it came out pretty nice. There's even shingles on the roof. I helped put 'em on." "Really? That's awesome!" I collected the cards and badly shuffled them. "Man, you could do whatever you wanted in here!" "Yup!" he said proudly. "I mean, you could turn this place into a freaking porn studio and no one would know." "Oh ho," he said, "that would be awesome! We could block out the windows and have sex in here all the time!" "Yeah! Not sure how we could convince any girls to come in here, though." "Haha yeah, 'Come hang out in my creepy little cabin thing!'" he laughed. "But hey, who says we need girls to make porn? Remember, all anyone wants to watch anymore is step brothers getting it on." At the mention of step brother porn again, the thought occurred to me that we were alone, isolated together in his little clubhouse, and I knew he at least looked at gay porn, and that it was theoretically possible that something could actually happen tonight. Not a fantasy or anything, but like... actually happen. "Oh yeah, that's right! I mean if it's that popular we could be, like, millionaires!" "Yeah, we could! All we gotta do is turn this place into a porn studio!" he laughed. "Oh, sure, no problem!" I said, standing up and gesturing. "We'll just put some flowers over here, replace this curtain..." "Yeah! Maybe get some nice pillows..." "And presto, porn studio!" "Yep! That's all we need!" We both laughed. "And of course we gotta learn how to be sexy," I added. "Pshh, speak for yourself." "Oh reeeally? Alright, let me see your sexy pose then!" He laid on the bunk and crossed his legs and threw his head back, and I pretended to be taking pictures. "Mahvelous," I said playfully. "Simply mahvelous. Gimme some heat, baby! Gimme some passion!" Damon threw himself into a variety of poses, some goofy and some making me wish I actually was using a camera. "And now we're millionaires!" he proclaimed, standing and throwing his hands in the air. "That sure was easy!" I sat down at the table and started separating the playing cards into little piles. "And look at all this cash we made!" "Yeah, but you forgot one thing, Mister Director!" Damon said. "What's that?" "The money shot!" Damon said, turning around to face me. He had his t-shirt held up by his chin and his fly was pulled open, and underneath his underwear was the shape of a full erection. I tried not to stare in amazement. "Oh yes, yes, the money shot," I said, trying to keep my composure. "We mustn't forget the money shot!" I continued in my silly accent, and I got up and pretended to take pictures of his erection from different angles, using it as an opportunity to drag out the moment. "Mahvelous, mahvelous!" "Okay there, hold on now," Damon said as he buttoned up his shorts. "What kinda movie are we makin' here, anyway? Is dis a step brutha movie or what?" "Of course it's a step brutha movie!" I played along. "What other kinda movie you think we making here?" "Well, I see we got a money shot from one step brutha, where's da other one? Ya gotta have anotha step brutha if you wanna do a step brutha movie, eh?" Was he trying to get me to show him mine? It certainly sounded that way. "Alright, alright, just hold ya horses, I got a step brutha money shot right here," and I unzipped my fly and reached in and straightened up my raging erection. "Ya ready?" "Ready!" Damon said, crouching down and making a pretend camera with his hands. "Aaaannnnd, action!" I pulled my fly open and revealed my erection to him, so hard my underwear couldn't even hold it against my body. "Yes! Yes! There's da money shot!" Damon said, moving around the small room and pretending to take pictures. "Beauty-ful, baby," he said. "Beauty-ful!" I couldn't believe I was standing there with my erection visibly poking up out of my fly. "Wait!" he said. "Let me take a selfie!" "A selfie?" I asked, laughing. He rushed over and crouched onto his knees next to me and put his arm around my legs. He pretended to lift a phone for a selfie and said, "Cheese!" and snapped a couple pretend photos. His head was just inches from the little pole straining up against my underwear. "Okay, lemme take just one more!" he said. Then I watched as he leaned in and stuck out his tongue and touched it to the tip of my swollen length, which throbbed heavily in response. "No, no! You gotta hold still or you'll mess up the shot!" Damon said, and he tongued it again, and I throbbed again, this time putting a little conscious effort into it, and he sighed dramatically. "Okay, one more time," he said, pointing an angry finger at my crotch. "Now hold still this time! Here, just to make sure," and he reached up and grabbed me, cupping my balls and the bottom half of my erection with his hand before leaning in and tonguing it through my underwear again and pretending to take a photo. I couldn't believe he was just boldly grabbing me like that. And touching his tongue against it. While I was hard. "Perfect!" he said, and stood up, leaving me dazed with horniness. "Hey, wait a minute, don't I get to take a selfie with my favorite celebrity?" I asked. "Oh yes, yes, of course," he said playfully, fumbling his fly open. "Where's my manners!" He actually pulled his shorts all the way down to his ankles, and I stared at the clearly hard cock beneath his briefs. I got onto my knees next to him and wrapped my arm around his thick, bare thighs and rested my head against his hip and took a pretend selfie. Then I leaned in and stuck my tongue out and touched it to the hardness beneath his underwear like he'd done to me, and it throbbed, the head pushing forward against the white fabric, though whether it was a reflex or on purpose I couldn't tell. "Hey now," I said, and he giggled. "Fair's fair! No moving!" I did it a couple more times and it throbbed each time, then I used the same excuse he'd used and grabbed it with my hand and held it still. It was warm and firm, the sack underneath full and round. I tongued it again. "There," I said. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" and started to get up. My legs were actually a little weak. "Hold on," Damon said. " Lemme lookit dat," and he pretended to swipe through the photos. "No, no, dis is all wrong. The composition's all wrong, the lighting's all wrong. We gotta do yours over again!" Oh my god, he wanted to keep going! "Okay, okay," I said, trying to hide my excitement. He got back into position and I dropped my shorts down to my knees. I could feel a cool spot on my underwear at the head of my penis where he'd tongued it earlier. "Hmm. No, this isn't working for me," he said, looking at the pretend phone and shaking his head. "The lighting's all off. Here let's try... this." And then he pulled my underwear down. I rocked my hips back a little in surprise and went "Damon!" as I reflexively reached down to pull my underwear back up, but he'd already seen everything by now, so I stopped and left them down. "What?" he asked through his grin. "See how much better it is now? Watch." He put his head against my now bare hip, my exposed penis throbbing with sexual yearning. "See? Okay, now let's hold still!" Damon said, and then he grabbed it and pretended to take a picture while my mind seized up. He was holding my dick. My bare, exposed, rock hard dick. He leaned in for another photo, his tongue stretched out... oh my god he's going to lick it, which means I'm going to get to do that to him... We heard the distinctive squeak-bang of the screen door to the house opening and closing, and we shared a brief, stunned glance before we raced to pull our shorts on and sit at the table as footsteps approached, and then Dad was there, checking to see if we needed anything and if we were having fun and letting us know that they were going to bed but he'd leave the back door unlocked in case we needed anything, goodnight. We looked at each other and Damon had his lips pressed together comically, then he put his face in the crook of his arm and quietly laughed. "That... was close," I said. The laughter was a nice relief, but inside I was disappointed that we'd been interrupted. It might have been interesting to see what would've happened next, and I doubted anything else was going to happen now that the momentum was gone. "Welp!" Damon said brightly, clapping his hands together as he stood up and walked to the door. "So, I'm just gonna go ahead and..." He very deliberately thumbed the little hook into the catch, locking the door from the inside with a smile. "There we go." "Good idea," I said with a chuckle. Did he lock the door because... he wanted to do more? "So! What do you wanna do?" he asked. "I dunno. What do you want to do?" "Why do I have to decide? Aren't you the porn director man?" he asked, smiling, and a fresh tingle of excitement coursed through me. "Well in that case!" I said. "As the director I have to point out that you're wearing far too many clothes for a porno." "You think so?" he asked, looking down at himself. "Oh my gosh you're right! What should I do?" Luckily I was still sitting down in the chair because my shorts were bulging already. I looked and happily saw that his were, too. "Let's lose the shirt," I said. "Oh-kayyy," he said, his shoulders hunched as if he was sad to see it go, then lifted it up over his head and dropped it to the floor. "Now what?" Was he literally going to strip at my command? My heart fluttered in my throat at the thought. "Your shorts," I barely managed to get out. "What, these?" he asked, swaying his hips. "But I like these shorts! Alright, I guess you can't make a step brother porn with shorts on." Hearing him say step brother porn again sent a warm flush through me, which only increased as he unfastened his shorts and dropped them to the floor, kicking them over by his shirt. He was now standing in the middle of the tiny room in just underwear and socks, his body lit by the small battery powered lantern on the folding table next to me. He was beautiful, his hair combed to one side with those blue frosted tips, his skin smooth and soft, his hips and thighs slightly plump in the sexiest way imaginable. His smallish erection was clearly outlined, pointing up at an angle toward his hip above his small but surprisingly round and full scrotum. He was smiling at me, and my mouth was dry. "Okay," I said, nervous with anticipation. "Now-" "Hold on a second," he said with his hands on his hips. "We need two step brothers in this porno. You gotta take some stuff off too!" I'd just been practically naked in front of him a minute ago anyway, so I took my shirt off and put it on the table, and then my shorts, still a little self conscious about my hardness. "Hold on," I said, and I turned off the little battery powered lantern. There was still plenty of moonlight coming in through the window to see by. "Aw, are you a little shy with that?" he teased. Before I could respond he stepped forward and crouched in front of me. "Here, let me help," he said, and he yanked my underwear down again. I was now completely naked, my dick harder than ever. "Let's see here," he said, and he reached up and grabbed it. "I'll need a closer examination." I couldn't say anything, my throat was too locked up with nerves, but he didn't need any encouragement, and I watched in disbelief as he opened his mouth and put my dick inside it. He closed his eyes and started sucking on it, one hand holding the base. His mouth was warm and wet and I could feel his tongue moving around. He took it out again and looked at it, then he licked it's length and put it back in his mouth again. I couldn't tell what was hotter, the feeling or watching his thick lips as he sucked on me. As my pleasure grew, so did my hunger for a taste of him, He took it out and rubbed the slick skin with his fist, and I took the opportunity to pull him up to a standing position so I could crouch in front of him. My turn, I thought. I don't know why we stopped talking. The joking mood was definitely gone, and for some reason talking just felt... out of place. Like talking would break the spell or something. His underwear could barely contain the fullness of his body, the hem dug gently into the soft skin of his thighs, and I grabbed the elastic band at his hips and pulled them down. His erection bounced up, pointing at my face, the same beautiful color as the rest of his skin, a little smaller than mine but thick for its size, like the rest of him. I reached up and cupped his round, full sack, and the skin felt tighter than on mine, and I held his dick steady. My mind couldn't believe I was about to do what I was about to do, I was electric with anticipation as I leaned forward and pushed it into my mouth. It was hard and thick but manageable, and I savored the warm, dry taste of it as the smooth skin became slippery. I moved my hand out of the way and was able to take his full length pretty easily, we were young enough that it definitely hadn't reached full size yet, and then my lips were flush with his groin. I moaned in satisfaction as I moved my hands to the back of his thighs, then slid them up to finally grab his impressively full behind. I sucked on him at least as long as he had sucked on me, and I wanted to keep going, but he urged me back up. I thought we would head to the bunk next, but he moved himself so we were standing side by side, his warm naked body right up against mine, and grabbed me in his fist and worked me, so I reached down and did the same to him. He turned a little toward me, and then he brought our erections together, pushing his hips forward because he was a little shorter than me. The feeling of our rock hard dicks sliding and rubbing together, the sight of the tips touching each other, was so exquisite my knees got weak and I had to put a steadying hand on his shoulder. I rubbed my other hand up his belly, his chest, his neck, his cheek. I passed my thumb over his thick lips, and he sucked it into his mouth while looking at me. Then he gently took my thumb out and guided it into my own mouth. I was sucking his saliva off my thumb. Did he want me to kiss him? I took my thumb out and leaned forward a little, my lips parted, to see if that was what he wanted. He leaned in too, but instead of kissing me he moved his tongue over my lips. I met his tongue with my own, and we slipped them around and over each other while he continued gently squeezing our genitals together, and it drove me crazy. I took his round face in my hands and he looked up at mine and I licked his mouth, and he licked mine back, and then I couldn't take it anymore, I was so horny, and I kissed him, and he kissed me back, deep and hard. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I grabbed his butt and we pushed our bodies together and his mouth tasted faintly like the blue Gatorade that was still sitting on the folding table. He squeezed up against me and kissed me like he was trying to merge us together, but it was awkward while standing, our knees and feet kept bumping into each other, our dicks poking each other's bellies. I guided us to the bunk while we tried to stay locked together, but we had to untangle once we got there. He fell onto his back and I got between his spread legs and laid on top of him, our crotches back together and our tongues back in each other's mouths, everything where it belonged, and our bodies moved with no real rhythm as we relished each other's nakedness. I broke the kiss and focused on the feeling in my groin, pushing my hardness against his as he pulled me into him, and the feeling was so incredible I whispered, "Oh fuck yeah," and he pulled my face back down and kissed me again, slowly this time. "What do you like?" I asked, kissing the side of his mouth. "I dunno," he said. "I like this. And I like... I like being touched. And... um, kissed and licked and stuff. Like, on my body." "Seriously?" I asked. "Yeah. Why, is that weird?" "No!" I said, smiling. "No." I sat up, sitting between his spread legs and looking at his naked body, taking it all in. He was asking me to touch and lick and kiss him. His body. So I did. His stomach. His chest. He held my head while I sucked on his nipples, one after the other. His shoulders, his neck. My mouth was filled with the dry taste of his skin. And he loved it, moving under me with pleasure, and I couldn't believe it, I felt like I'd typed a cheat code into reality, and I feasted on him like a boy buffet. I put my face between his legs and sucked on everything he had while he pressed his thighs against the sides of my face. Finally I came up for air, gasping, my hair a mess. "Turn over." He did, and there was his beautiful ass, just like last time but now bare in the dim light. I stared at it as I rubbed my hands up his thighs, and he started gently humping the mattress, and I was mesmerized by the motion of his body. I grabbed his round cheeks and watched the way the soft, thick skin rippled when I let go and it fell back into place. I grabbed one cheek and pulled his crack open and rubbed into it with the side of my hand, feeling its warm, slightly damp depth, and couldn't help whispering, "fuck." His body smelled of Ivory bar soap, and I pushed my face into the deep, warm crevice, and I licked the hot skin. He looked over his shoulder at me and put his hand on the back of my head as I licked the smooth skin around his hole, and then I pulled his full cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into him. He continued to move his hips, and I hugged his full, bare butt and made out with it as if we were lovers. I ran my hands up his back and down his thighs, and I kissed and licked and sucked on those luxuriously thick cheeks until everything was wet with my saliva. I kissed up his spine and then sat up and laid my dick against his wet crack, and Damon moaned and pushed his butt up against me, and I watched as my dick sank into the deep crevice. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation as I laid my full weight against his back. He pushed back against me again, and I pushed forward, and I felt myself sinking deeper between his slippery cheeks until I hit the bottom. We continued pushing against each other in a slow rhythm, until my cock was where it was supposed to be and I could feel the tip pushing right against his hole. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to go further, so I kept the rhythm as it was, but he continued moving his hips, pushing himself against me, so I pushed forward a little more until I felt a little bit of give. We continued, my tip just penetrating him, but I couldn't go much further from this position, I still had some growing to do, and his butt was so deep. I pulled it out and repositioned myself onto my side, both to make it easier and to give Damon an opportunity to do something different if he wanted, but he quickly turned his back to me and bent his knees, so I rubbed some extra saliva on myself before lining it up and pushing again, and everything was significantly easier from this position. I'd imagined this moment a thousand times. I'd always thought the inside of a boy would be tight all the way in, but as I pushed into him and he slowly gave way it felt like a really tight, wet ring sliding down my length, and past that the inside of him just felt soft and open, like my dick was just floating in silky warmth. I marveled at the feeling. "You okay?" I asked in a dry voice. "Yeah." "You sure?" "Yes." And he pushed against me again, eagerly, so I gently moved myself in and out a little, feeling that tight ring sliding up and down around the halfway point of my cock. I didn't want to pull out much past that, he was so tight I felt like if I did it would just squeeze me right back out. I could see Damon's elbow moving rapidly as he jacked himself, and I reached around to feel him. He stopped masturbating, but I said, "No, keep going," and I cupped his balls and the base of his dick. It felt so hot to be feeling him while he pleasured himself. My orgasm was building up quickly. "I'm getting close," I warned him, in case he wanted me to pull out, but he reached back and grabbed my hip and pulled me against him and moaned in the back of his throat in a high pitched, desperate way, so I pushed forward while he pushed back until my dick was in him as deep as it would go, his smooth cheeks pressed flush against my hips. That tight ring was all the way at the base of my dick now, while the rest of me just floated in that warm silkiness. I'd only ever orgasmed from jacking off, of course, working myself faster and faster, chasing the explosion. But this felt so different. The only physical stimulation was from that tight ring all the way at the bottom, and for an agonizingly long moment I was just hanging there on the cusp, like pulling back the string on a bow further and further, waiting for that extra bit of stimulation to send me over the edge, and I held on to him until it finally happened. I came in him in huge crashing waves, and since I wasn't squeezing myself in a fist like usual, it felt so... unrestricted. I could feel my dick bobbing up and down freely as I finally released my load into all that warm silky openness inside him. Damon was working himself faster and then he got there too, and I took over and squeezed his shaft for him, and I felt his hole tightening around me in time with the throbbing of his dick. A small amount of warm, silky liquid coated my hand, his legs were writhing and he made little noises in the back of his throat as if he was crying. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I continued slowly pushing myself in and out of him while his hole throbbed around me from his release, and I realized that, unbelievably, I was somehow almost there again. I worked myself in him a little more, still clumsy and slow from my last orgasm, my lips against the hair on the back of his head, his warm, bare back against my chest, and at first I wasn't sure I could get there but with just a few more strokes it happened, and I came again, the most satisfying climax I'd ever had, dumping what felt like even more cum than last time, and my body collapsed as I caught my breath. And then it was over. Damon settled, and then sighed, and I continued to just hold him. "Can we just stay like this for a little while?" he asked. "Yeah, sure we can." I was starting to soften already, having spent myself so fully, so I pushed up against him a little tighter so it would stay inside. I wiped my hand off on the mattress- there wasn't much to wipe off- and then he grabbed my hand and pulled my arm over him like a blanket. I rested my head against the pillow and sighed contentedly, and I started to drift off, safe and warm inside my step brother.