Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2021 11:17:38 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Boner Boy Begins, Part 9 (Bi - Incest) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between related minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Boner Boy Begins, Part 9 "Wait...who's Daniel?" I asked. "My friend," Nathan quickly replied. I shrugged my shoulders. "I never heard of him." "There are seven and a half billion people in the world, Easton," Nathan said, fluffing his hand through my curly hair. "There are bound to be plenty who you've never heard of." I rolled my eyes. "Duh. I mean, I've never heard of you hanging out with him. Where's Nino?" "How would I know?" Nathan quickly shot back. "Besides, I'm allowed to have more than one friend, aren't I?" "I guess. I just never heard of him. Are you staying over?" "Yeah, I won't be back until tomorrow. Hailey is gone, too. Just you tonight, little bro." I remained stoic but smiled inside. The truth was, I was glad to have Nathan out of the house for the evening as it would give me some time alone with his undies. After the night he slept in my room, I had been dying for a little alone time with his used briefs, and it looked like tonight was going to be the night. A couple of hours later, Nathan was on his way over to his new friend Daniel's house thanks to my dad, while my mom took Hailey over to Ramsay's. I suppose I should have just enacted my plan right there, but I wanted to save it for that evening, so I waited. My parents soon returned and we ate a late dinner of grilled chicken and baked potatoes. I ate quickly, anxiously awaiting my little adventure I had planned. "Easton, how can you even taste your food?" my mother asked. "Call of Duty can wait. Take your time or you're going to get sick." I forced myself to slowly chew all my food, almost sarcastically. We soon finished our meals and I helped my mom clear the table and load up the dishwasher. Once I had the all clear, I was racing up the steps to our wing of the house, and bounded my way into my brother's room. When I arrived, I went right to his dirty clothes hamper, happy to discover that my mom hadn't done a wash recently as it was pretty full. Right at the top of the pile was a pair of Calvin Klein briefs. They were gray, and I quickly picked up the small undergarment. Turning them inside out, I could see white, crusty stains where his penis would go, and took a smell, inhaling the intoxicating scent of boy and cum. I could feel my dick grow erect in my briefs. "Easton!" my mom shouted. "Is your room clean? I don't want you doing anything else until your room is clean!" I grunted in frustration, throwing the briefs back on top of the dirty clothes pile and stomped into my room. My room was a mess, admittedly, and I spent the next twenty minutes or so cleaning it up, mostly just pushing my mess off to the side and into drawers and closets so it was less visible. Satisfied that I was completed, I ran back into my brother's room and found the same briefs, holding them and admiring their shape and look. I flipped them inside out again and brought the inside of the underwear up to my nose, inhaling the sexy scent as I sighed. Keeping the underwear up to my face. I walked backwards until I felt the back of my legs hit Nathan's bed and sat down. With my free hand I slid my shorts down, kicking them away. My white briefs were next, and I slid them down over my erection, my boner slapping back against my stomach with a `thwap' when the waistband cleared the head. Holding the underwear with my left hand, I reached down with my right and started to jerk off, sliding my thumb and two fingers up and down the length of my boner. I started to get a little warm, so I set the underwear to the side so I could take my shirt off. Once I had, I brought the briefs back up to my nose and started to jerk again, sighing from the pure pleasure I was experiencing at the moment. I jerked a while, taking my time, not in any hurry to cum as I knew I had all night. I was about to get up to find a different pair when I detected a presence at the door. I pulled the briefs to see my brother standing there, a smirk appearing on his face. "What are you doing, Boner Boy?" he asked playfully. "Masturbating," I replied. "Well, I see that. What are you doing with my underwear?" I grinned. "I like the way they smell." "Oh, do you?" he said, shutting the door behind me and locking it. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. He slid his shorts down, and I could see that he was growing erect inside of his orange briefs. "How long have you been doing this?" I shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "A while." "You should have told me sooner," he said, pulling his underwear down so it joined the puddle with his shorts at his feet. His cock was rock hard, his balls hung down, and his pubes looked so cute at the root of his dick. I took another whiff of the briefs from yesterday. "I can always tell when you've cum in them, which is most of the time." "Get on your knees," he said. Knowing what he was going for, I turned my back to him and bared my ass in his direction. As I did, I felt Nathan's tongue pushed roughly against my ass, slipping and sliding over the clean, puckered skin. I moaned into the gray cotton material of the underwear that was pushed against my face. Nathan continued to lick me, pushing his tongue into my hole, tongue fucking me, preparing me for what I knew and hoped was coming next. Nathan grabbed my hips and flipped me over like a sack of potatoes. Somewhere in the shuffle he had removed my briefs from my legs without be realizing, and now I was fully nude, legs spread wide, my rock hard boner waving in the air. I looked at Nathan's dick and saw that he was hard, too—REALLY hard. His ding-dong was red and pointing straight up, and I watched a dollop of spit land on his head as he stroked himself. He moved closer to me and pushed his dick right into my bum. He normally spent some more time getting me ready, but he must have been really horny for some reason. I looked at his face, and there was something different there in his eyes, something I hadn't seen before. When Nathan was with me, it was always obvious that he was concerned with my own pleasure and comfort, but tonight, he seemed only interested in taking care of himself. To be honest, I didn't mind it. Without any warning, he very abruptly and quickly shoved his four inch cock straight into my hole and I let out a yelp as his dick penetrated me out of nowhere. Nathan skipped the usual time of savoring the feel and started to fuck me right away, and he fucked me hard. Every stab of his boner into my bum made me yelp out loud as his dick poked against my little spot. "Shh," Nathan hushed me, although he continued to pound into me relentlessly. As much as I tried to stay quiet, the feeling of his dick violently pushing into my hole and jamming against my spot was too good, and I found myself yelping on each insertion as my older brother fucked me. Nathan reached past me to grab the orange briefs he had been wearing earlier, rolled them up into a ball and held them near my face. "Easton, open your mouth," he said. I opened my mouth, still moaning as Nathan continued to fuck me, and he pushed the ball of underwear in my mouth, effectively muting any noise I could make. When my tongue hit the soft texture of his underwear, my mouth exploded with his boy flavor, and I swear I could still taste the cum that had been plastered into the inside of his briefs. He continued to fuck me brutally, pounding into him in an unforgiving way. Every time his boner jabbed into my tight hole, a high pitched yelp went against my underwear, and the more I moaned, the faster Nathan went. He was pounding into me and grunting like a wild animal, seemingly unaware that I existed. His face was flush and sweat started to soak his short brown hair. The moment came where his fucking became too much for my little body. The relentless pounding on my spot was overwhelming me, and my nervous system was begging for a break. I attempted to ask him to slow down, but the underwear gag in my mouth prevented me from doing so. Instead, my body continued to endure the brutal pounding. There was a part of me that became scared, as I had relatively no control over what was happening. It was starting to feel so good it hurt, but I couldn't receive the respite I needed. On the other hand, being in this position—my older, stronger brother dominating me, was so incredibly sexy and turned me on to no end. As the first little sparks of orgasm began to fire in my stomach, I could feel tears welling up and spilling out of my eyes, blurring my vision and soaking my cheeks. For a few moments before my cum, I felt like I was weightless, floating in the air, levitating high above the bedsheets like Sigourney Weaver in `Ghostbusters.' When it hit me, it hit me hard. It felt like my weightless body was propelled upward at an incredible speed, and I screamed bloody murder against the underwear in my mouth. When I looked up at Nathan, this was the first time I had seen in his eyes that he had any concern for me, but by now it was too late. I lost control of my voice and body, screaming into the underwear gag while thrusting my body too and fro. I looked down at my beat red dick and watched a shot of clear liquid shoot out the tip onto my heaving abdomen. As I was in the throws of my orgasm, I looked up to see Nathan's eyes wince shut. He pushed his dick in as far as it would go, and then I could feel his dick swell and began pulsing deep in my bum, prolonging my euphoric orgasmic state. The muscles in his body went tight as he came in me, filling up my butt with his seed, and I continued to grunt and moan against the balled up underwear in my mouth. Nathan finally pulled his dick out of my bum, and I groaned as I felt it empty. He looked at me and pulled the ball of underwear out of my mouth, and now I panted outloud, still not totally recovered from the intense orgasm he had given me. The look of concern he had before turned even more serious, and now worry wiped over his face. "Oh my God," he said, his hands going to my hips. "Did I hurt you?" I shook my head. "No," I cried. "It just felt...so good!" Nathan hugged me tight, and I think he might have started crying to. He rolled on the bed next to me and pulled me in tight as we began to kiss, our tongues pushing against the others. We kissed for a while, and when he stopped, he leaned his head into my chest. We laid there for a while, not saying anything, just enjoying each other in that moment. After about twenty minutes or so, Nathan shifted and his penis bumped into my leg. I noticed that he still had an erection. "You're hard again," I observed, grabbing onto his boner. "I don't think I ever went soft," he responded. He looked at his dick and took it from my hand, moving it around, seeing that it was beat red. Nathan started to look uncomfortable, his breathing increased, and tears began to pour down his face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I don't know," he responded through the tears. "But it hurts. Really bad." "Should I get dad?" I asked. "No!" he shouted. Only a few minutes passed, and it was obvious that Nathan was in even more pain and discomfort than he was before. He grabbed onto his boner and rolled over on his side. "Get...dad," he said through gritted teeth. I shot out of bed and ran for the door, still nude. "Wait!" Nathan shouted. "Put your underwear on first." I turned back and ran towards Nathan's bed, grabbing my white briefs and sliding them up my legs, covering my soft penis and boy balls. I ran to the other side of the second floor where my parents' bedroom was, I ran in and found my parents both asleep. "Dad, dad, wake up!" I shouted, pushing his shoulder. "Dad, wake up!" He finally rose, looking at me through squinted eyes. "Easton. What is it?" "It's Nathan! Something is wrong, come quick!" My dad threw back the covers, wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a black t-shirt. I led him back into Nathan's room, where we found Nathan on the bed, wearing the pair of gray briefs that I had been smelling earlier. "Nathan, what's wrong?" the concern obvious in his voice. "It's...it's..." he stammered, trying to find the words. "Whatever it is, bud, just tell me." "It's down there," he finally got out, pointing to his groin. "Okay," he responded, seeming to understand my hesitation. "What's wrong?" "It hurts. It hurts, really, really bad." "Let me see," he said. Nathan just laid there a moment, not really doing anything. "Nathan, I know it's awkward, but I have to see it to see what is wrong." Nathan gripped the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down and hooking them under his balls, exposing his rock hard, beat red erection to our dad. "You said it hurts?" he asked. Nathan nodded. "It feels like it's going to explode." "Has it been this way for a while?" "Yeah, for like an hour or so." "Have you tried to make it go down the old-fashioned way?" Nathan nodded his head. "Nathan, put some shorts and a shirt on. We have to go to my office." ----------------------------- Thank you for reading! This is one of a series of connected brother/sister stories that can be found in the Nifty Bi – Incest Archive. The other stories include (in order): "Sharing a Bed" "My Sister's White Bikini" "Beds and Bikinis" "The Bikini Returns" "Welcome to Our Bed" "Nathan and Daniel" "Beds, Bikinis, and Mistletoe" All of my stories can be found on my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach I love hearing feedback from readers. Please email me at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. Flames and messages with attachments will be ignored. And don't forget to donate! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html