Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2018 22:16:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Alex M Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut Chapter 5 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 alexnifty@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'm next?!" I ask myself, "What the fuck does that mean?" There was no way I'd ever let him fuck me. I wasn't a faggot like Logan. I am a man. I mean sure, he has a huge cock, but I didn't want to suck it, let alone have my ass ripped apart. No, I'd leave that shit to Logan. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything that just happened. For the second time, I watched my little brother take a cock the size of a baby's arm. It turned me on, but Brian's words were haunting me. I hear the front door close and I quickly jump in bed, knowing Logan would probably check in on me. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I hear my bedroom door open. I could feel his eyes on me, or maybe it was just my nerves. I heard him approach the nightstand and heard the sound of an object being placed on it. Then, he quickly exited the room. I sit up in bed as soon as he left. I wasn't going to be able to sleep until I knew what the fuck Brian meant. I look over at my nightstand and see that Logan's left his phone. I guess, that's what the noise had been. At least he knew how to follow the rules. I quickly grab his phone, this time not bothering to check the messages, and go straight to the contacts, looking for Brian. I grab my phone and quickly text him. "What do you mean, I'm next?? I'm not a faggot!" I text and immediately see the three dots appear, indicating he was responding. "LOL. Somehow, I knew you would message me. You will see tomorrow. Looks like you enjoyed the show," Brian replies. "Tomorrow!? WTF?" I text anxiously awaiting his reply. I waited for what seemed like hours and no reply. I began to get nervous. What the fuck did he mean? I should have just minded my own damn business, I think to myself. That night, I tossed and turned all night. My mind racing with possibilities of what the next day would hold. Finally, after a few hours, I fell asleep. My alarm woke me from my dreamless sleep. I quickly slap my phone to silence it, I was exhausted. I tried to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep, but my alarm wasn't having it. I get up and shower, hoping the warm water would clear my thoughts. I get into the shower and luckily my mind goes to the long list of things I needed to get done before we took off to the cabin. I get dressed and head downstairs to make breakfast for myself and Logan. When I was coming downstairs, I heard his music playing and the shower running, so I knew he was awake. I was still a bit nervous, but somehow, I managed to get my breakfast down while I waited for Logan to finish getting ready. "Logan! Let's go, Bubba, you're gonna be late!" I yell for him, just as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. "I know, I'm sorry! I was so tired!" He tells me. Little did he know, I knew why he was so tired, "You passed out last night! I came to give you my phone and you were out!" "Yeah, I guess I was pretty tired," I lie. We get through breakfast pretty quickly. On my way to drop him off at school, we go over the plans for the trip and he makes a few requests for snacks. His adventure last night must have put him in a good mood because he actually sounded excited to be going. After dropping him off, I head to work, all but forgetting Brian's texts. My first client of the day was already waiting for me when I get to work. I quickly drop my things off in my office and take her through her workout. The rest of my morning went like clockwork. I was finishing up paperwork when I heard a knock on my door. My mouth dropped. "Alex, I know you're leaving but this is a potential new client, Brian Smith," one of my coworkers says pointing to the big, black man that had just fucked my little brother in my living room last night. He has a huge shit eating grin on his face. I couldn't speak. I just stared, "Oh..um... hey! Nice to meet you man! I'm Alex! Have a seat" I say shaking his hand, my hand visibly shaking, luckily no one seemed to notice. My coworker leaves him in my office, closing the door behind him. I sit frozen at my desk. How had he found me? What did he want? This was my workplace... He better not try anything funny, I tell myself. My mouth was dry, I licked my lips, trying to find my voice. "What are you doing here? How the fuck did you find me?" I ask, angrily. "Well funny thing about personal trainers, your information is all over the web. Logan talked a lot about you after our 'sessions', so it wasn't very hard. Don't worry I'm not here to create any drama. I have a feeling you're going to be very happy with my proposition, well, if your hard cock last night was any indication," he says in a cocky tone. I was intrigued, "Look man, I dunno what you think you saw but I can promise you I'm not gay." "I didn't say you were. You don't seem like the type that likes cock. I'm not gay either, I just like getting my dick serviced. You see Logan told me you saw the messages between he and I, and I saw you watching me pound his pussy last night. Let me tell you man, your brother is the best fuck I've ever had. The faggot was born to take dick. Which brings me to my offer," He says to me as if we were having the most normal conversation. "What are you talking about man? What do you want?" I ask, confused and turned on. "I want you to let me keep fucking Logan. My wife can't take dick like he can. You've seen him, the little queer is hungry for it. I want to be able to come over and fuck him whenever I want, and if you say yes, which I know you will, since you keep adjusting your hard cock, I will let you watch all you want, hell you can join if you want," He says to me grabbing his crotch. "Dude! He's 14. That's my little brother! What makes you think I want to watch you fuck him?!" I ask, pretending to be offended, but he was right, I was rock hard. "Cut the bullshit, Alex. I saw how you looked at him. The kid was meant for this. I know he's young, but that's what it makes it so hot. He's not like other boys, he's a pussy. We both know that. Look, he will never know you're watching. The little faggot does whatever I tell him. Watch, I'll prove it," he tells me before pulling out his phone, "I just text him asking him to send me a picture of his pussy," he says showing me his phone and the three little dots appeared almost instantly. "Yes daddy," Logan replied and a few minutes later, a picture of my brother's pink hole was staring at me and Brian laughs. "See, what did I tell you? He was made for this man! Look, I know you're going out of town this weekend, so think about my offer. It's a win-win for each of us. I'll be in touch. Oh, and by the way, I'm going to keep fucking him one way or another. I'm just giving you the courtesy of including you in on the deal," he says getting up and walking to the door without another word. This didn't just happen; Did it? There's no way this man just waltzed into my office and offered me a piece of my brother's ass. This was a dream. I had to be dreaming, this kind of shit doesn't happen in real-life. I reached down and squeezed my rock-hard cock. For a moment, I forgot all my morals and thought about texting him right then and there. YES! You can fuck my brother, but I want to watch, I thought about saying. Finally, I would get a close up view of that pink, puckered pussy. A few more tugs at my cock and I was creaming my underwear. I could feel it dripping down my leg. I look down at my mess and shake my head. The cum had actually oozed through the fabric. It was white and thick, just like the kind that Logan sucked out of my underwear. I had no doubt in mind now, this kid was capable of anything, even eating his brother's cum. I grab a few paper towels and start to clean up my mess. My office reeked of cum. I spray some disinfectant spray and finish up my work before leaving for the weekend. I take my duffle bag and adjust it, so it covered up the cum stains on me shorts, while saying good bye to my coworkers. I let out a huge sigh when I get into my car. I needed to get laid. This whole fantasy thing I had going on with Logan, was a result of no sex. I mean, I wasn't a fag. I didn't want to suck dick or get my ass fucked, so why was I thinking of fucking an ass, my brother's ass to be precise. I pick up my phone, as I drive to the grocery store to pick up the food for the weekend, and text one of the girls I hooked up with once in a while. When I get to the store, she texts back and says she's free and we agree to meet at my house in an hour. Finally! I quickly run through the grocery store, I had to make sure I had enough time to get home in shower. Somehow, I managed to get everything on the list and then some. Luckily, I wouldn't have to unload it and reload it, so when I pull into my garage, I grab my gym bag and run upstairs to shower. I had about an hour before Stephan showed up and we had to go to get Logan. She said she didn't have much time either, so this was perfect. I won't bore you with the details of the sex, because let's face it, you're not hear to read about straight sex. I will say though, I had the bitch moaning and begging for daddy's dick. She loved it. When we finished, I walked her down the stairs and there was Stephen with a shit eating grin on his face. She rolled her eyes and left. "Nice dawg! She's fucking hot! I heard you giving it to her, kind of boned me up!" He says grabbing a handful of his cock. "Fucking perv!" I tell him laughing, quickly averting my eyes from his crotch. "I'm low key jealous though, bro! All I have been getting is blowjobs from this sexy ass bitch, but she won't give up the pussy," He tells me, watching my face. "That sucks, bro. I guess I'm not helping the situation by dragging you out this weekend," I tell him, almost feeling bad for him. "Don't sweat it. I'm a resourceful guy!" He says and mimics a jerking motion, while winking at me. We talk a bit more before I grab Logan's things along with mine and head out to start loading up the car. My trunk was quite spacious, but the few things that didn't fit would be riding in the back seat with Logan. He was small enough, he wouldn't even mind. "How are things with Logan?" Stephen asks. "Fine, I guess. I mean he basically told me he doesn't want to stop having sex, but that he will be careful. I don't know man, the older guy thing bugs me still. I know the more I nag him though, the more he will do it. So right now, I'm just playing it by ear. I just want to spend time with him this weekend, ya know?" I say as we get in the car, on our way to pick up Logan. "Yeah man, I get it. Everyone has their preference though. You can't tell him who to find attractive. You just gotta make sure he's being safe. He's smart man, you know that!" Stephen tells me. We turn on some music and I begin to get excited about the weekend. Finally, a stress-free weekend with my little brother and my best friend. I was feeling like a new man. After having sex with Natalie, I had all but forgotten about Brian's proposition. I pull up to Logan's school and wait for him. After a few minutes, he comes out with Casey. She waves at us as they walk up to the car, hugging him before she heads towards her partents' car. "Hey! How was school?" I ask Logan, waving goodbye to Casey. "It was good! I had my test today! I think I did ok though," He says smiling as he got into the car. "That's good! I'm sure the studying paid off!" I tell him, causing him to blush, but he just nodded. "Did you pick up all the snacks I asked for?" He asks me. "Yeah, I got them and then some." We drive the next two hours listening to music with Stephen and Logan singing along occasionally. It was like old time when we would go up to the cabin with my dad. I finally had my innocent little brother back. Every so often I would look into the rearview mirror and find Logan smiling. We hit a bit of traffic on the way and snow, making the two-hour trip into a three hour trip. "Alright boys! Time to unload the car," I tell them, finally pulling into the driveway. "Fuck! It's so cold!" Stephen says stepping out of the car, making Logan laugh. "Pussy! You're just used to all the sun. This is nothing. Hey Logan, remember that time Steph came to Chicago and stayed indoors the entire time cuz he was too cold?" I ask laughing. "Yeah! That was funny! He wouldn't go anywhere," He replies laughing. "Yeah, yeah fuck you guys! Come on Logan, help me grab these groceries," Stephen says as I walked to unlock the doors and check to make sure everything was in order. Immediately, I am flooded with memories of my dad and all the time we spent here when I unlock the place. I walk inside and wipe away a tear. I missed my dad so much. I take a deep breath and do my best to get myself together before helping the guys unload the car. The caretaker had come earlier to turn on the heat and make sure everything was in order for when we arrived. "About time!" Stephen says when I head outside. He and Logan had their hands full with grocery bags. "Someone had to unlock the door," I joke with him. I grab all of our bags and lock up the car. I see some firewood had already been chopped up for us. I reminded myself to text Jim, the caretaker, to thank him for everything. When I enter the house, I see Steph talking to Logan in a quiet tone. "What are you two fags... I mean... I'm sorry Logan, what are you guys talking about?" I ask a bit red in the face for letting the word slip. "Nothing. It's ok. I guess I'm used to it," Logan replies. I'm sure he was used to it, he loved it. "Nothing. I was just asking him if he was thinking of coming out at school and what not," Stephen answers quickly. "Well, get the stuff in the fridge. You guys hungry?" I ask, brushing off whatever was just happening and changing the subject. "Yes! I'm starving!" Logan says quickly, "Can you grill up some burgers?" "You read my mind, Bubba!" I say, "Steph can you season the meat while I go outside and start the grill?" "Sure thing, bro," He says. I head out to the wrap around deck to start the grill. It was a bit cold, so I brought my jacket with me. The way they were secretly talking was still gnawing at me. Stephen wouldn't do that to me, he loves Logan like a little brother. I know what you're thinking, 'you have been fantasizing about Logan's ass too, and he's your little brother'. I know, I know, but that's different! After a few minutes, Stephen comes out with a tray full of patties and a few beers. "You good man?" He asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts. "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine man. Just was thinking about my dad, ya know?" I lie to him. I didn't want to tell him I was thinking he might be fucking around with my brother. "You know, he would be proud of you for how you're handling Logan's thing, you know that right?" He tells me, patting me on the back. "Thanks man! I'm trying." I tell him. I take the meat from him and throw them on the grill. We pop open the beers and toast to my dad. We talked a bit more about work and life, nothing too serious, just two friends catching up. Logan comes outside a few minutes later with cheese. "You forgot the cheese!" He says his voice cracking, making all of us laugh, "Ugh! I hate my voice!" "It's ok man. It's kind of cute!" Stephen says, making me give him a questioning look. "Don't worry Bubba, your voice will eventually stop doing that!" I tell him taking the cheese from him and throwing it on the burgers. "Can I take a sip of your beer?" Logan asks surprising me. "Come on let him," Stephen says to when he sees the apprehension on my face, "We're both here. What's the worst that can happen?" "Alright. You won't like it though," I hand him the beer bottle. He grabs it from me eagerly, wrapping his lips around the bottle and drinking. I had to admit it looked pretty hot. I look over at Stephen who was watching Logan intently. He hands me back the bottle, making a bit of a face. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I don't think I like it. Maybe I can drink some of the vodka you brought?" He asks. I smile at him. I was glad we were sharing this moment together, "Sure man. I'll make you a drink when we get inside." The burgers were finally done. I turn off the grill and we all head inside to eat. The burgers hit the spot as we sat in the kitchen eating until we couldn't move. I turn on some music and get up and grab another beer for me and Stephen. I see the vodka and make Logan a drink. "Here," I say handing them their drinks, "Logan just sip on it, don't be chugging it bro. I don't want to have to clean up your puke." "I won't. I promise!" He tells me, taking a sip of his drink, making the face all people make when their drink is too strong, making us all laugh. We spend the rest of the night drinking and talking about all the memories we had up here. I refilled our glasses a few times and I was starting to feel good. I could tell Steph was drunk and Logan was getting there. He had finished his one drink in the same time it took Stephen and I to drink three beers. "Come on Logan, keep up. We have had three drinks while you're babysitting your drink," Stephen says going to the kitchen to get a few shot glasses and a bottle of Jack Apple, "Here this will put some hair on your chest," He says handing us our shots. "Cheers!" We all say. I watch as Logan takes down his shot, making sure he was ok. He seemed fine, so I poured myself another one. I look at him and he nods, so I pour another round for all of us. I couldn't let things get out of hand. "Alright Logan, last shot." I tell him. "Ok, but can I get another vodka drink?" He asks slurring his words a bit after we all drank our shots. "Yeah you can!" Stephen says getting up and making him a drink. "Alright Steph, that's enough vodka bro," I say as I watch him pour. "Chill man. I got this," He tells me handing Logan his drink. I see him pull out some weed and start rolling a blunt at the table. Logan's eyes got wide. I look over at him and give him the 'don't even think about it' look. He still looked on in awe. As soon as it's ready, he looks at me and we head outside. We start passing the blunt to each other a few times before Logan comes out side to join us. "Man, I'm super fucked up!" Stephen says laughing, "I really shouldn't be smoking anymore!" "I'm right there with you man! I need to take a piss," I say. I head over to the edge of the deck and pull my cock out. I noticed Stephen was still smoking and Logan's eyes were glued to my cock. My piss starts to flow, the warmth of it contrasting with the cold air made it steam up. I give it a few shakes to get the last drops of piss out before tucking it away in my pants. I could have sworn Logan licked his lips. We head back inside, all of us drunk. Stephen was the first one to pass out. I have Logan help me get him to his room. Logan starts to take off Stephen's shoes and I swear he inhaled deep. I didn't say anything as I didn't want to make things awkward. I put a trash can next to his bed, just in case, and head out to the living room and turn on the TV. "Hey, grab me another beer, Bubba." "Sure! Here you go," Logan replies, coming back to the living room with a beer in his hand, I could tell he was drunk. "Thanks for treating me like an adult!" "You're welcome, but don't think this is a normal occurrence," I tell him and he nods. He cuddles up to me, his head in my lap and a few minutes later I swear his breathing slow down. He was asleep. I tap him, but he was out. I was shocked he didn't puke and kind of proud, to be honest. Maybe I could still make a man out him. I rub his back while I watch TV and notice I started to get hard. My cock was on my brother's face. I could feel the warmth of his breath on me. I let my hand wander a bit until I reach his ass. I squeeze it and I heard Logan purr. I stop moving for a second, ensuring he was still asleep. He moved a bit getting into a fetal position, giving me better access to his ass. I slide my hand under his pants and feel his soft, smooth skin. I was ready to burst! I hear a noise coming from Stephen's room. Fuck! I quickly remove my hand and get off the couch. I check in on Stephen, luckily, he was still passed out. I grab my phone and go through my messages, looking for my conversation with Brian. I had to do it now, or else I wouldn't go through with it sober. Before I could change my mind, I send my text. I look over at Logan, his bubble butt sticking up in the air, sleeping peacefully. "I'm in!" AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry for the delay in posting, I came down with a horrible cold and didn't really write much! However, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. There is no sex here but a lot of tension and build up for what's to come. I want to thank all of you for your messages on chapter 4. I was scared because I couldn't pinpoint the direction I wanted to go in, however, it turned out to be the most emailed about chapter. I was flooded with replies! For those of you writing to me saying you would stop reading if this or that happened, feel free to read the thousands of other stories available on nifty.org. For those of you waiting on the edge of your seat to find out what happens next, I hope you enjoy! I promise chapter 6 will come a lot sooner! Oh, and I fixed my email on top for you guys! Keep the messages coming! alexnifty@yahoo.com