Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2018 01:20:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Alex M <alexnifty@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut Chapter 8

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When I slipped into bed, Logan woke up.  He quickly edged his way towards
the wall.  I could see the fear in his eyes.  I must admit it made me feel
bad, but I also liked it.  I needed him to fear me a little bit.

"I am really sorry Alex!  I promise that it wasn't Stephen forcing me.  I
told you I really like older guys," Logan says, rubbing his eyes.

"Logan, I don't wanna hear shit from you!  So please, shut the fuck up and
go to bed," I reply to him.

I was still angry that my own brother betrayed me.  I had taught Stephen a
lesson, and now it was Logan's turn.  After this weekend, nothing would
ever be the same.  I had thought that coming out here would change him, but
it only did the opposite.

When I wake up the morning, Logan was already awake.  I don't know if it
was because he was scared of me or what, but he hadn't moved.  I look over
to him and I could see he wanted to say something, but I quickly got out of
bed and took off towards the bathroom.

"When I get out, I want your shit packed and be ready to go.  I better not
hear this fucking door open.  I want you to stay away from Stephen," I warn
him, and he just nods, fighting back tears.

I knew I was probably being a jerk and being too hard on the kid, but if he
didn't understand how serious I was when I was being nice, maybe this way
he would.  I quickly get into the shower and clean up, so we can head home.
I start to wonder how things would be with Stephen now.  I had fucked him,
but not only fucked him, but I took his virginity.

I dry off and realize I didn't have any clothes with me.  I walk out, and I
don't know if Logan didn't hear me or not, but he was lost in the moment.
I watched as he picked up a pair of my underwear and brought them to his
nose and inhaled deep.  I didn't know what to do but I noticed I was
starting to chub up.  There was my little brother sniffing my sweaty, piss
stained, probably nut stained underwear, and it looked as if he was
smelling heaven.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I ask startling him.

He spun around, beet red, my underwear still in his hands, "I... umm... I
was checking to see if they were clean.  I was separating the dirty and
clean clothes, so I could wash them when we got home," he lied.

I could see a small tent in his underwear.  He followed my gaze and
realized his body had just given him away.  He was embarrassed enough, and
I didn't push it.  I drop my towel and walk past him naked, my limp cock
bouncing a bit.  His eyes never left my cock and I swear he started to
drool.

"Let's go!  Get your ass in the shower," I scold him, as I pull my
underwear on, adjusting my cock.

He turned towards the shower disappointed as I finish getting dressed.  I
get my things together and go check on Stephen.  Before this trip, I would
have been embarrassed but last night had embolden me and I walked out with
my head high ready to see him.

"Hey," he says when he sees me, he smiles and quickly looks away to avoid
my gaze.

"What's up?  You ready to go?" I ask him as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah... you didn't tell Logan, did you?" He asks me still staring at the
ground and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Yeah I told him.  He knows I fucked your hole and how you're gonna be my
own personal bitch boy now!" I tell him, teasing him.

His gaze meets mine and he looks petrified.  He was almost on the verge of
tears.  I start laughing at his face and his face falls to the ground
again.  It made me laugh how after I fucked him, he couldn't even look at
me.  I used to see him as an equal and now I put him in the same faggot
slut category with Logan.

"I'm kidding dude.  I wouldn't tell him that, but I was only half joking.
I will be using you when I feel the need arise!" I warn him, and he nods.

"Yeah I guess I deserve that.  Just please don't tell anyone about me.  I
want to come out on my own terms.  I'll do whatever you want," He informs
me.

I laugh a little at how easy this was.  If getting a faggot to suck my cock
or let me fuck them in the ass was this easy, why didn't I do this earlier.
Like I told you guys, Stephen is a good-looking guy, if you're into the
stereotypical, All-American blonde Adonis type.  I liked my women petite
with a fat ass.  I guess that's why I didn't mind fucking Stephen, he was
part of the fat ass club, too.

"Look brotha, for the most part, nothing is gonna change between us.
You're still my brother, but now that I know you like cock, I am going to
use that to my advantage.  Not that you mind, you have wanted me since
we've met," I reminded him.

"Yeah," He replies, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.

I pull him into a hug, just to let him know I was sincere with what I said.
He hugged me tight and only let go when he saw Logan come into the living
room with his bags.  He gave us a worried look, but Stephen shook his head
to let him know it was nothing to be worried about.

"I'm ready to go," Logan says sadly. He knew as soon as we got him home
he'd be losing a few privileges.

"Alright, well you two go ahead and load up the car, and I'll make sure
everything is in order here," I tell them and watch as they walk out.
Neither one knew how to talk to the other after what I caught them doing.

I make sure no one forgot anything and turned everything off.  I left a
note for the caretaker and left him some money for taking good care of the
place for me.  I lock the place up and send him a text to let him know we
were leaving and he could come clean up the place.

The entire car ride home was awkward for Logan and Stephen.  I was singing
along to the music and acting normal that I am sure Logan and Stephen both
thought I was crazy, but after an hour into the trip, they relaxed and
started talking.  We talked about all the good times we had at the cabin
before this trip.  All of us were laughing, just like old times.

Luckily, we didn't hit any traffic on the way home when I pulled up to my
house.  I grab my bags and head inside the house, throwing my bag on the
couch.  Stephen comes in and quickly beelines it to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna just piss and then I gotta take off," He yelled from the
bathroom.

Logan walked in just as Stephen was coming out of the bathroom, zipping up
his zipper.  He looked at his crotch with lust in his eyes.  I swear when
the kid sees cock, he immediately forgets where he is or maybe he doesn't
care.  A true cock loving faggot.

"See ya!" I tell him, breaking Logan out of his trance, "What are you doing
still standing around?  Go take your stuff upstairs!" I bark.

"Yes, sir," He says heading up to his room to enjoy the last few minutes of
freedom.

After getting myself settled and putting away my things, I go out to the
garage and grab my drill.  I meant what I said to Logan, I was done with
empty threats.  I march upstairs and open the door without knocking.  Logan
looks up and continues to put away his clothes.

"I know you're punishing me, but I still need my computer for homework and
my phone in case of emergencies, since you work and go to school," He rants
giving me the most pathetic face he could muster.

"I know, Logan.  Honestly, I am my wits end with you! I've told you I don't
mind you being gay, but why with my friend?  Do you know the kind of
trouble you could put everyone in?  Do you want to be sent off to live in a
foster home?" I ask, and his eyes grow wide.

"I would never tell anyone!  I am safe, and I can't help how I am and how I
feel.  I am a faggot!" He says sobbing.

"It's ok, Logan!  You're not a faggot, Bubba!" I tell him.

I knew I shouldn't give in so easily, but I couldn't stand to see him cry.
It brought back memories of my dad's funeral and of him being little when I
saw him cry.  My protective nature takes over and I go over and hug him.  I
hold him, his crying subsiding, when the moment was broken by a text
message alert.

We both looked at our phones, I quickly reply, "Guess that's me."

I got up and unlocked my phone and saw I had a message from Brian.

"Is the faggot home now?" The text message read.

I knew there was no more going back and forth, plus Brian swore he was
going to keep fucking Logan whether I wanted him to or not.

"Yeah, he's home," I text back quickly.

"Look Logan, since you need some of your things for school, I am going to
turn on your location, so I know where you are at all times, I am going to
put up firewalls and when I'm home, you turn in your phone and I disconnect
your internet for the evening, oh and your door is gone," I inform him and
he nods, the look of despair and resignation on his face.

I watch as he texts on his phone.  He looked worried and kept looking over
at me, while I made my way over to his door with the drill.  After a few
minutes, I removed the hinges from the door and lugged it down into the
garage.  I wasn't worried about him trying to get it back because the door
weighed more than him.

As I walk back into the house, my phone alerts me I have a text message.  I
pull my phone out of my pocket and see it's Brian.  He had sent me a
screenshot of his conversation with my baby brother.  I couldn't believe
what I was reading, but I guess at this point I shouldn't be surprised.
One minute Logan was crying and asking for forgiveness and the next hungry
for cock.

"Hey faggot, are you home yet?" Brian asked.

"Yes, daddy.  I just got home a few minutes ago.  I may not be able to text
a lot bc my brother caught me sucking his best friend's dick and he's
pissed," Logan replied.

"My little slut was hungry over the weekend, huh?" Brian text back.

"Yes, sir!  This morning my brother almost caught me sniffing his dirty
underwear.  I need you!" Logan replied.

I guess I had been right, the little faggot had been sniffing my underwear.
I reach down and rub my bulge.  Even though I had fucked Stephen last
night, I knew I was in for a treat tonight.  My cock was already drooling
and causing a wet spot to appear on my jeans.  I rubbed it a bit before I
continued reading.

"Daddy's gonna come fuck your pussy.  Make sure it's nice and clean for
daddy.  Wear that thong I like, bitch!"

"Daddy, my brother is home.  He would literally kill me!  I can't.  Maybe
later when he's asleep, but otherwise I don't know how I'll sneak you in
since he took my door, too!" Logan informs Brian.

I started to laugh when I realized Brian text me again, "You took the
little slut's door, huh?"

"Yeah, caught the whore sucking my buddy!  I taught that little queer a
listen too, so he won't be fucking with Logan again.  I'm telling Logan I'm
leaving for a bit.  Text me when you're here," I text back quickly.

"Iight, I gotchu!" He texts back quickly.

I run upstairs to my room and grab my gym bag, telling Logan I would be
back later.  I had already installed the software on his computer and his
phone had parental guides on it, plus I knew Brian would be here shortly.

"Umm... where are you going?  When will you be back?" Logan fired off
curiously.

I had to stop myself from laughing, "I'm gonna hit the gym for a bit and
then the library so PLEASE stay out of trouble!"

"I promise!" He lies.

After I get into my car, I have another text from Brian.  This time it was
another screenshot.  I turn on the car and start reading the new set of
messages between them.

"Actually, my brother just left.  Give me 15 minutes and I'll be ready
daddy.  Should I have my pussy up in the air?" Logan text him, attached was
also a picture of his ass in the black thong.

His ass looked plump and ready to be fucked.  This kid couldn't get enough.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes. I'm bringing a friend and I need you to make
me proud today!  Show him how well daddy's trained that pussy." Brian text
back with a picture of his cock.

"Mmmmm... daddy don't tease me.  My pussy is so wet already.  I promise I
will make you proud and take good care of your friend!" Logan replies.

My dick was so hard it hurt.  I looked down and I actually saw it pulse.  I
stroked it a little, but was afraid to play with it for fear I might not be
able to stop myself before I busted a nut.  The little whore didn't even
ask who the 'friend' was.  All he cared was that he was going to fucked.

I drove around the block and parked my car at the park where I had caught
Logan with Brian the first time.  I waited for Brian to text me that he was
at my house.  I kept glancing at my phone and the clock in my car every
couple of seconds.  I was anxious, nervous and excited.  Everything I had
fantasized and dreamt about the last few weeks was finally going to become
reality.

After twenty minutes, I get a text message from Brian.  I wasted no time in
quickly unlocking my phone and reading his text message.  I was expecting a
message saying he was there, instead my mouth dropped when I was staring at
a video of Logan on his knees.

Brian had him blindfolded, dressed only in the black lacy thong.  His cock
slapped Logan in the face a few times causing the boy to moan in pleasure.
Brian was calling him names, degrading him, letting him knowing he was
nothing more than a hole to be used for real men's pleasure.

"Tell the camera what you want, faggot!" Brian demanded in the video.

Logan raised his head up and replied without skipping a beat, "Please
daddy, I need dick!  I need it now!"

A few more seconds of the video were left, and it was Logan trying to reach
for Brian's cock with his lips.  He looked like a bird trying to catch a
worm.  He looked so small compared to Brian and I was ready to go.

I get out of the car and make my way back home.  I didn't have to worry
about anyone seeing me, but I still sprinted home.  Maybe it was the
excitement of me finally seeing my brother's pussy destroyed or nervous I
might chicken out if I didn't move.  When I finally reached my house, I
hesitated at my front door.  I take a deep breath and turn the door knob,
letting myself in.  I know they were both expecting me, but it didn't stop
me from feeling like I was sneaking in, doing something I shouldn't be.

Upon entering, my ears are flooded with low grunts and moans coming from
upstairs.  I take off my shoes and make my way upstairs.  My heart is
pumping hard.  I am sure if the other two weren't preoccupied they would
have heard it.  The moaning was intensifying as I reached the top landing.

I heard the unmistakable sounds of someone slurping on a dick.  Logan was
making a production out of sucking Brian's cock.  I heard Brian moaning and
suddenly I heard what I figured was Logan gagging and choking.

I made my way towards his room slowly and Brian turns and smiles at me.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Hey guys!  I am overwhelmed by the enormous amount of love this story is
getting!  I never thought my sick, twisted fantasy would reach anyone!
Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!  Your emails are what motivate to keep
this story going!

I am sorry it took me so long to get this chapter written, but I got sick
again!  Shitty luck, huh?!  Chapter 9 is already halfway done so I won't
keep you in suspense for long!

Here are the most requested scenarios you have all suggested to include in
the story:

-	Alex, Stephen and Brian gang banging Logan
-	Piss play
-	Pit play
-	Bondage

What do you guys think?  Yay?  Nay?  I'm always open to suggestions as most
of you know!

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everything else I have going on.  I guess the only perk, since you would do
it for free, would be an early preview of the story.  Hopefully, it doesn't
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