Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2018 07:27:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Alex M Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut Chapter 3 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. This is my first time submitting my writing and welcome any feedback. You can email me at alexnnifty@yahoo.com. Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! I ran the entire way home without stopping. I replayed the events I had allowed to transpire over and over in my head. It was an endless loop and try as I might, I couldn't get it out of my head. When I finally got home I noticed I was drenched in sweat. My chest hair was matted to my body and I was ripe. I was so nervous and started pacing in the dimly lit kitchen trying to process what I was about to do. Wait, why am I nervous? I didn't do anything wrong, Logan did. He's the one out there acting like a whore. He better hope I never see Brian because it wouldn't be pretty. I quickly pour myself another drink and hear the front door open. To get upstairs, I knew Logan would have to walk right by me, and then I hear footsteps approaching. "Oh...umm.. hey Lex. What are you doing up?" He asks startled to find me at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I quickly flick on the rest of the lights and he shields his face with his arm, setting his backpack on the kitchen table. "How was studying?" I ask looking at him, but his face is down. "It was good but I'm really tired. I'm gonna go to bed." He mumbles trying his best to get to the stairs. "No good night hug, bubba?" I ask him. He always hugged me, it was a ritual of ours before going to bed. I can smell the sex on him as he got closer. He smelled like a fucking whore. I look at his face and see a few dried stains of cum on his face. I lost it! "Where were you and what the fuck were you doing?" I ask him. I was pissed off and I couldn't hold it any longer. "W-w-w-what do you mean?" He stutters looking down again. I grab his face under his chin, hard, but not enough to hurt him or bruise him. "Stop! What are you doing?!" He asks trying to break free of my hand. "You smell like a fucking cum dump" I say to him, and I see the color drain from his face. "I called Casey's mom, Logan. You weren't over there. So, I'm going to ask you one more fucking time...Where the fuck were you?" I ask him, lying. "I... I.... I... I went to the library to study instead because she wasn't home yet." He lies to me through his teeth. Pissed off by his lies, I grab him by the front of his shirt and start to pull him up the stairs forcefully. "Stop! You're drunk Alex! You're hurting me! Let me go!" He yells in protest. He wasn't used to me being aggressive with him, so he was petrified. As I drag him behind me, I feel him stumble. I was tired of the struggle, so I pick him up and throw him over my shoulder until we reach his room. I open the door and throw him on the bed a bit harder than I wanted to, causing him to hit his head on his headboard. "What's wrong with you!? Get off my computer and get out of my room!" He yells crying as I sit down at his computer desk. He knew better than to try to come by me. Right now, he was scared and tried to stay as far from me as he could. As I look over at him, my eyes void of all emotion except anger, I could tell that he knew I had found out his secret. I begin to start up his computer. "P...p... please Alex. Don't go through my computer! Please, I'm begging you. I'll tell you everything, just please don't look through it!!" He cries, scared. "Tell me everything Logan?! You mean how you send pictures of your asshole to old men? How you have been sucking dick in MY HOUSE when I'm not here? How you made plans to meet up with some old faggot to fuck you? I think that about covers it right!?" I rant pissed off and I slam my hand on his desk. The computer finally loaded, and the screen shows a video in the background and it was Logan sucking dick. He must have been watching it before he left. That was the last straw for me. I get up and grab Logan, who was now sobbing covering his face trying to protect himself. I grab him by the t-shirt and rip him off the bed, slamming him against the wall hard. "Is this what you want? To be treated like a little bitch? Are you a fucking queer?! Answer me!!!" I say and grab him by the neck and slam him into the wall again, as he tried to fight me off of him. It was no use, I outweighed him by at least 80 pounds and stood over a foot taller than him. "Fuck you!" He says short of breath and spits on my face. I laugh and punch him in the stomach hard enough for him to double over but not enough to truly hurt him. I couldn't stop myself. I was so pissed off and couldn't think straight. "Fuck you, you little fag!" I say grabbing him by the hair and standing him up again. "Say it, bitch. Tell me you're a fag." I yell. "Fuck you!" He yells and with all the strength he can muster, he kicks me in the balls causing me to fall over in pain. He runs into his bathroom and locks himself in, sobbing. "I hate you Alex! I wish it was you that died and not dad!" He yells at me through the bathroom door. His words cut me like a knife. I hurt my little brother and now he hates me. I deserved it. I did something I had vowed to never do, hurt him. It was almost as if his words sobered me up. What the fuck had I just done? I knew my dad would have beat my ass if he could see what just happened. I didn't have any idea how I was going to fix this, but I had to try. I rubbed my balls, now a bit swollen, trying to ease the pain. The little shit got me good. I catch my breath and stand up slowly, using the wall as support, and knock on his bathroom door. "Logan... Please come out, little bro. I am so sorry about what just happened. Look Bubba, I don't care if you're gay, I just didn't know how to handle what I saw. Please Log..." "Leave me alone you homophobic piece of shit. I hate you and you're lucky I don't call the cops on you for hitting me." He said in between tears. He was enraged. I had never heard him use this language, let alone directed at me. I knew this would be no easy feat. "Bubba, I'm sorry. Please come out. I swear to you if you come out, I won't touch you. I just want to talk. I love you little man!" I say in between tears, trying to calm myself down. "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!" He yells, and it breaks my heart. I knew I deserved it everything he was telling me. I walk out of his room defeated, leaving the door open. I wasn't used to feeling this way. I always got my way, especially when it came to Logan. I walk downstairs, wiping my tears, finally reaching the kitchen and taking a sip of the drink I had poured earlier. I really fucked up! At this point I didn't even know how to fix the issue I had just caused. I could have avoided all of this had I not been such a pussy when I first saw what was happening. I just wished that when I woke up, this would all be some fucked up, bad dream. Who am I kidding, no such luck. I grab my phone from my pocket and do something that I should have done sooner, I dialed my best friend, Stephen. Everyone who knew me, knew that I hated talking on the phone, so it had to be important if I was calling. I start pacing as I wait for him to pick up the phone. "Bro, you alright?" Stephen ask when he picks up. See he knew me very well. "No...." I say before I started crying again. I was such a softy when it came to Logan. "Dude what the fuck? Where are you? What's going on? Did something happen?" He asks me worriedly. "I fucked up man! I need you to come over, bro. I need to talk, but I can't do it over the phone" I finally say after pausing for a few seconds. "Aight. I'm on my way." He says and hangs up. Stephen and I had met during freshman orientation a few years ago and have been inseparable since. He had become like a brother to me. Unlike me, Stephen was an only child but that's about all we didn't have in common, well besides our physicality. My family loved him so much and had unofficially adopted him as one of us. He was a good-looking guy. He's 6'1", blonde, blue eyes, muscular and smooth as a baby's bottom. We both hit the gym 5 times a week and our bodies showed it. Stephen didn't know how good looking he was. He was bullied a lot as a kid until he lost weight and started lifting, and then a whole new world opened up for him. I hear a car pull up and seconds later, he lets himself in. "Dude what happened? Did something happen to Logan?" He asks coming over and pulling me into a hug as I break down in front of my friend. Between tears, I begin to tell him everything. I tell him what I saw on Logan's computer and my confrontation with him. We were close, but I had to leave out all of the details of me jacking off to the pictures and following him and watching him lose his virginity. He didn't judge, he just listened. I had been stupid not to call him sooner. "Dude! What the fuck were you thinking?" He asks me unfazed by any of the things I told him, except for when I told him I hit Logan. "You're lucky I don't beat your ass right now. Who cares if Logan is gay? We have all known, even your dad knew! No one gives a shit! It's 2018, who cares?!" He tells me. He was right, we talked about it often. I had even threatened Stephen and my other frat brothers, if he ever fucked with my brother I would beat their ass. The only teasing Logan ever received from any of them was about his bubble butt being so big, otherwise they were equally as protective. When Logan moved here after my dad's passing, he was having issues with a kid bullying him. He kept it a secret from me until he finally broke down and told me. Stephen and I showed up after school and threatened the kid. Since then, no one messed with Logan. "I know! I know, man. Fuck!!! I just... I know I fucked up, but he won't talk to me. I just wanna make things right. I don't give a fuck that he's gay. I don't. I care that he's out there meeting old dudes. What if something happens to him?" I say "Dude relax! Logan is a smart kid. Let me talk to him and you keep your dumb ass down here" He instructs me. I knew he meant business, so I don't push it. He walks upstairs, and I can hear him approach Logan's room. I pour myself another drink while I wait for the ok to come upstairs. "Hey Logan. It's me, Stephen, dude, can you come out, so we can talk?" I hear him ask. He must still be in the bathroom. "Go away, please!" Logan says still crying. "Come on Logan, you know I can't do that. Your asshole brother isn't here man, it's just me. He told me everything and buddy trust me, it's ok." He says and after a few minutes I hear a door open. He must have gotten him to come out of his room. I couldn't wait for the ok, I needed to see what was happening. I needed Logan to forgive me, so I start going up the stairs. I couldn't hear much of what they were saying with all my thoughts about how to get him to forgive me replayed in my head. My palms were sweaty as I finally reach the room and see Logan sitting on Stephen's lap hugging him while my best friend consoled him. "Logan.... I'm sorry little bro. I love you and I don't know what came over me, but I promise it won't ever hap..." I say, walking towards him, before he cuts me off. "Get out!" He yells standing up defiantly. "Come on Logan. He fucked up and he knows that. He just called me crying like a little bitch because of what he did. Give him a chance to explain himself." Stephen says to Logan and winks at me. I knew I could count on him. After a bit of convincing, Logan relents, "Say what you have to say so you can get the fuck out of my room and my life." Had it not been so hurtful, it would have been hilarious with the way his voice went in and out of pitch. He had never talked to me like this and while part of me wanted to lash out, I knew I deserved it. He was right earlier, I wasn't his father, I am his brother. I was supposed to teach him about life. I was supposed to be there for his biggest milestones like the sex talk, girls, well I guess boys in his case, drinking, strip clubs, you know all the things brothers do together. I was supposed to show him the ropes and have him look up to me, but he did this on his own and I think that's why I was also upset. "Look Logan, I know you're upset and so am I." I say, and he rolls his eyes. "I didn't purposely look through your computer, I came in here to clean up for you and I accidently hit the mouse and your computer lit up with a ton of porn. I was excited that you were finally into porn but then I realized it was you. You were the one in the pictures. Dude, you're 14. You could get in a shit ton of trouble. Not just that but think about the diseases you could catch from these guys! You think they care about you, man?" I begin to preach like a father and not like a brother. Stephen gave me a look meaning change the subject. I appreciated him here right now. I look over to him and nod. I take a deep breath and just sigh. My hands go up to my hair, ruffling it a bit to get my composure. I catch a whiff of myself as my hands go up, after all of this I would need a shower. A long, hot shower. "I don't care that you're gay. I don't, Logan. I just don't want you to be out there like you're some trashy whore fucking guys old enough to be your dad. We weren't raised that way. I want you to be safe and if you're gonna have sex at least promise me you will hear a condom," I say to him explaining myself. "You were having sex at my age so what's the big deal?! I'm not a baby, Alex. You hurt me not just with your hands but with your words. You called me names and made me feel like shit. You never have done that! You were always my protector and you hurt me!" he says. As he speaks a single tear falls down his cheek. I reach out to wipe it away, but he pushes my hand away. I look at Stephen for advice and he just shakes his head, indicating to just let him be. "I am gay, Alex. I'm not a faggot nor am I a queer. I'm gay." He says proudly, but I could tell he was still upset. I wanted to bring up the fact that the men he had using him called him worse than that and he loved it. This wasn't the time nor the place, though. He was right. He was just a boy who happened to be gay. He was still my little brother, regardless of who he fucks, or who fucks him, I guess. "Logan, it's not that you're having sex, it's that you're having sex with guys old enough to be dad. I just worry about you and what might happen to you. You know I would do anything for you and if someone hurt you, I'd kill them Logan." I tell him, softening my tone. "I know you would, but Lex, I am not a baby anymore." He replies. He called me Lex, which means he was letting down his guard. Score! He didn't hate me! "Yes, I still cuddle with you and hug you but that's because I love you and you're my big brother, not because I'm a baby. I'm becoming a man." He says, and I had to hold in a laugh. Stephen on the other hand wasn't successful, he was laughing. "We can talk about that later, but right now, I just need you to forgive me. I promise I won't call you names or go through your things, but I want you to, no I need you to be honest with me." I tell him, and he smiles and hugs me. I swear I heard him inhale as his face rested near my pits. This little queer, is insatiable. "I love you and I'm sorry too, Lex. I am! I dunno why I do what I do and I'm sorry!" He says crying a bit now as he holds me. I can feel him trembling. My arms wrap around him tightly, comforting him. I smile over at Stephen and mouth a thank you to him. He nods and walks downstairs, letting himself out. I owed him more than he knew. "You know you're not out of the woods, yet. You lied to me about where you were going. I am going to monitor your computer and phone usage, also, I want you to turn on your location on your phone, so I know where you are at all times. When I have late class, I will have Stephen come over and stay with you. I can't trust you right now Logan, I can't." "You can't be serious?! Come on!!" He whines, pushing away from me. "Look Logan, I am not going to argue about it. Be lucky that I don't take your phone and computer. Oh, I need you to turn your phone in to me at 10 pm every night and you can have it again in the morning. I know you might think I'm being a jerk but it's for your own good. Plus, it won't be forever, dude, just until you prove to me I can trust you." I tell him. "Fine whatever!" He sighs and rolls his eyes. He knew there was no winning. "I'm gonna shower" "Yeah that's a good idea. You stink" I tease, smiling and he smiles back. I get up and when I get to the door, I turn back around. "Hey Logan?" I ask, and he turns and looks, "Fuck my pussy, though?" I ask teasing about him calling his asshole a pussy. He turns bright red and slams the door in my face and then I hear giggling. I walk downstairs, shaking my head and rubbing the back of my neck. I start to pick up the dishes in the kitchen, when I hear the water running. I notice Logan's backpack on the table and pick it up to take it to him when I hear his phone beep, indicating a text. Call me nosey, I don't care, I open up the bag and right on top of his books, is the black thong Logan had just been fucked in. I stare at it with desire, my eyes start to glaze over, and I realize I am rock hard, again. What the fuck is wrong with me?! I pull the thong out carefully, as if I was handling the most precious jewel. Ignoring the beeping coming from the phone, I lift the thong out and examine it. I could smell the funk and the cum. I was a man possessed. I was so turned on when I see the thinnest part of the thong, covered in cum, cum that had just fucked into my 14-year-old brother's hole. As I go to bring the thong up to my tongue, the phone beeps again. Saved by the bell. I put it down and I grab the phone out of the bag and unlock it. The message thread with Brian was already open. "That was amazing bitch. Can't wait to dump another load into your faggot hole." "I can't stop thinking about it. My pussy is still throbbing." Logan had replied. Apparently, they had been texting after their encounter but before Logan got home. The messages causing Logan's phone to blow up, were photos. I was staring at 5 pictures, the first, Logan's throat being stretched out with Brian's fat, black dick. I hear the water turn off and I am distracted momentarily, scared even. My heart starts to beat faster. I quickly put the phone down. I stay quiet and listen for footsteps, but I don't hear anything. I bring my attention back to Logan's phone, and realize the rest of the pictures are of his dick in Logan's tiny little, pink hole. It was one thing to watch through the window and another to be looking at a close up, point of view picture of his man dick in my brother's hole. Without thinking, I quickly airdrop the photos to myself and make sure I delete all traces that I was on his phone. I continue to stare at the pictures, lusting, wondering what it felt like to shove his dick into an untouched hole. My mind was racing. I bet it was wet, tight, warm. So fucking tight and to be the one to stretch it.... Without touching myself, I begin to cum. I grab on to the counter as I start to shoot a thick load into my underwear and shorts, convulsing with pleasure. I grip the counter harder and let out a few moans, as my orgasm starts to subside. I felt soaked and instantly felt shame. Damn, what was I doing?! I had just shot my second load of the night, wondering what it would be like to fuck Logan. I drop my shorts revealing my blue, Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs, covered in cum. I mean, there was still thick wads of it that hadn't soaked through. I quickly take them off and wipe my dick off, before putting my shorts back on. Absentmindedly, I leave my underwear on the counter, as I was about to head to my room upstairs. As I reach the stairs, I hear the phone go off again. "Shit, I forgot to put his shit away," I tell myself and head back to the table. As I pick up the thong, the phone beeps again. I finally put away the thong and grab the phone. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I reach for the phone. "Fuck daddy! Those are so hot! So, my brother knows! He went through my computer and my texts!! We have to be careful cuz he's monitoring all my shit. Don't worry tho, he won't say anything. I swear. Please daddy, don't be mad! It wasn't my fault!" Logan was texting him from his computer. Fuck this kid was stupid. "You better make sure faggot or no more dick for you. You're lucky I think it's fucking hot! Did he see daddy's cum on your face?" Brian replies, and I saw the three little dots indicating Logan was replying. "I will daddy. I promise, he won't do or say anything. But yeah, he saw! LOL. It was so hot! But he was pissed!" Logan replied. "Good! Well, at least now he knows you're a faggot who needs dick. We still on for Friday night? My wife is going out of town, and I need your faggot pussy to take care of me." Brian texts. "Yes! I told my best friend and she's gonna tell my brother I am staying over. I have it all planned out! I can still feel your cum inside me." Logan replies. "Good! You better, or else, faggot!" Brian replied. "I will daddy. I'm promise, I'm gonna be your good, little faggot!" Apparently, our conversation hadn't gotten through to him. Desperate times call for desperate measures. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well there you have it, Chapter 3. I know this one didn't have a whole lot of sex but it's building up for what's to come. I wanted to showcase the relationship between the brothers. Thank you to everyone who has reached out! I appreciate the feedback! I am shocked so many of you have responded so positively to my story. Please continue to submit your comments and suggestions. I will try to incorporate them in somehow. Stay tuned!