Date: Sun, 12 Apr 2020 21:14:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Jacob Subject: Adventures of Ethan - Chapter 3 - Bonding Archive; `Adventures of Ethan – Chapter 3' {JakeK}( inc BM 1st anal teen2 ) If you are offended by brother-on-brother action or if reading stories of this nature is against the law where you live, turn back now. This is based on a story a reader shared with me, which I have embellished with a lot of extras. Find me on Patreon: www.patreon.com/jakespot Nifty is an amazing free service so whatever we can do to help, donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adventures of Ethan Chapter 3 - Bonding By JakeK Copyright by author 2020 ---------------- The next morning felt strange. Travis didn't say much to me when I came downstairs and made myself a bowl of cereal. "Morning," he said, breaking the silence. He must have known that I didn't want to be the first to talk. "Good morning," I replied. "Jenna stayed at her parents' last night," he told me. I didn't care. I guess he wanted to make small talk. "Okay," I said as I took a big bite. He sighed, trying not to think about anything. "Can you help me in the barn?" he asked, looking over to me. "Sure," I agreed to help. I didn't have anything else to do and I needed to move past what happened otherwise it would be awkward forever. He was pretending nothing had happened; that was what our family did. I wanted to talk to him about it, and I hated that he didn't even want to think about it. Though it certainly wasn't something that brothers commonly do with each other, his refusal even to acknowledge it felt like utter rejection, and from someone about whom I cared deeply. I guess that's why it hurt so much. My brother had a large empty barn in which he kept two of his cars. They were old muscle cars. He had worked on them a lot over the years, restoring them to their present condition, and I had often helped him. He had always appreciated my help, telling me how much faster the work went when I was there with him. I didn't know too much about cars, so he always had to tell me what to do or what to get for him. I picked up quite a lot just by being around him. "Thanks, I'm going upstairs to change," he said as he stood up from the table. He was wearing the same shorts he always wore, but unlike most mornings his dick wasn't visible; he must have put on a pair of underwear. Maybe after last night he had realized I could see his VPL through them, and it freaked him out to the point he felt he needed to cover up? Travis carried his bowl over to the sink and turned the water on for a second. He left the kitchen and headed up stairs. I let out a sigh as I sat there. Things were most definitely off between us. How could they not be? I didn't regret what I did, I had wanted to do it, but I was bummed that it seemed to have changed things. I got up and rinsed out my bowl. I grabbed a paper towel off the roll, wiped some water off the counter with it, then pushed the lever opening the trash. There they were: all the condoms we had wasted last night. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about what we had done together. Even if it had messed things up between us, it had still been fun. I closed the lid and put the awkwardness of the situation out of my mind. I didn't want to make things stranger for the two of us, but seeing the used condoms immediately put me in a better mood. As I headed upstairs I passed Travis, who had covered himself with only a towel as he headed to his bathroom. He didn't look at me as he entered it and closed the door behind him. As I went into my room I realized that his underwear was probably in his hamper. I took two steps back and then went straight for his dirty clothes. Right on top was an old pair of Hanes boxer briefs. They were grey and nothing special. I thought it funny how such a good looking guy like Travis didn't care about wearing clothes that showed off his body. I reached down and picked them up. They were still warm with his body heat and a bit damp from his sweat. `Fuck' I thought as I pulled them up to my face; he smelled so good. He must have put them on last night because his smell was still pretty strong. His scent was earthy, mixed with sweat and the soap he used. It filled my nose as I put them right up to my face and inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of him. I turned them around and inside out to find where his cock would have rubbed while he slept. I put them back to my face and took another deep breath. My dick got hard as I smelled my brother and felt his warm underwear pressed against my face, and I started to rub it. I walked back to my room like that, still smelling them and rubbing my dick. I took a few more breaths before tucking Travis's boxer briefs under my pillow. I wanted to keep them close, to smell them while jacking off later. I grabbed my towel and headed to take a shower too. Travis already had a head start having showered before me and likely was using up most of the hot water, too, so I couldn't take forever like I would normally. I quickly lathered up, rinsed off, and jumped out. As I stood brushing my teeth, I felt someone standing behind me. I looked up and saw it was Travis. He stood in the door frame looking at me. "Meet you outside," he said, and he turned and headed to the barn. I couldn't respond with my mouth full of toothpaste, but I did nod at him and saw what he was wearing: a blue hoodie, grey loose fitting sweatpants, and a pair of boots. It got cold out there and he dressed for it. He'd have worn a bigger coat, except he wouldn't be able to work wearing it if he'd had one on. He normally put a few heaters on and pointed them toward his work area to make it a little more tolerable. After I put on some jeans and warm clothes I headed out to meet him. When I opened the door of the barn he was already bent over the hood of his car. He had a nice round ass that I couldn't help but look at. His sweatpants hugged his ass snuggly, each cheek covered tightly, giving me a perfect view of it. "Hey man," I said, letting him know that I was there. "Hey," he replied, moving his head sideways to glance my way. I sat down on a close-by chair. I didn't know how to act and I was trying not to let it show. I just waited for him to tell me what he wanted. "Hand me that socket," he said as he reached out his arm, hand open. I jumped up and grabbed the socket sitting on the top of his tool bench assuming it was the correct one. "Thanks," he said as I put it in his hand. "You're welcome," I replied. We kept the conversation simple and minimal as he worked on different parts of the car. At one point I helped him jack up the car and he slid under it. It was the perfect view of his large bulge. His package looked so inviting in his sweatpants. I wanted to fall to my knees and nuzzle my face into it, into him. Despite his wearing underwear again, I could clearly see the outline of his dick from this angle. It was snaking down to the right, and it took all that I had in me not to get down and touch it. I stood over him subconsciously rubbing my dick through my jeans. It felt great massaging myself while looking down at him from just a few feet above. It was so sexy seeing the outline of my older brother's dick as he lay on his back under his car. He was a guy who loved to work with his hands and get dirty, the opposite of me. I mainly came to help him because he was always there to help me, but moments like this just made it that much better. "Ethan," my brother called out from below the car. "Yeah?" I asked, wondering what he wanted next. "I know I said I didn't want to talk about it," he started, then paused for a moment. I got nervous and excited at the same time, scared for what he would say next. When he continued, he only asked, "Why did you do that?" "I, uh..., I don't know," was the only response I could muster. I wanted to tell him how I wanted every part of his body to be on and in me, but I knew that wasn't what I should say. "Are you gay?" he asked, not beating around the bush. He stayed under the car, but he had stopped whatever he was doing and was waiting for my answer. "I'm... I'm not sure," I confessed, at least partially. My hard-on had gone down as my brother started this heart to heart with me. I braced myself for any other questions he might have. This wasn't much fun anymore. I was much happier staring at his bulge and rubbing myself as I did. "Bud, you know you can tell me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what," he said as he scooted out from under the car and sat up. He looked at me with concern in his eyes, but I couldn't hold his gaze. I sighed and looked down at his boots. I was afraid to look into his eyes, knowing he could always read me. "Maybe, I guess so," I said, relieved to tell someone but also not comfortable telling him. "Okay," he stopped and thought about what he wanted to say. "It's cool, little bro, no big deal. Hope it feels better now you've told me." "Yeah, I guess it does," I replied. We sat for a moment in silence and I wondered what he was thinking. It was almost unbearable because I knew he had more to say but didn't know how to say it. "Ethan?" He started again. "Yeah?" I responded. "So, when you watched Jenna and me through the hole in my door, you weren't looking at her, were you?" Travis probed me. I took a deep breath before responding. "No, not really." I didn't take my eyes off his boots. He took a deep breath just like I had. "I guess that's natural, you're a horny teenager and I guess you just wanted to see anything even if it was..." he paused realizing something. "Hey?" he said, and my heart sank. "Do you know what happened to the rubber I had on my bed? The one that was sitting there when you came and talked to me the other day?" Fuck, I'm such an idiot, I thought. Of course he would notice it went missing. I went beet red as I stood there trying to invent a good lie, knowing full well my face and color had already given me away. "You took it, didn't you?" he accused. "Dude, what did you do with it?" he asked before realizing he might not want to know the answer. "Sorry! I don't know what I was thinking," I tried to apologize. I risked it and looked up at his face. He wasn't looking at me. He was full of shock and uncertainty. I knew he was thinking about what I must have done with it. He wanted to ask a hundred questions but again, he wasn't sure if he really wanted the answers. I looked at his bulge, and something in me recognized that it was bigger than it was before we started talking about all this. Was he turned on by my taking it? Did he like the idea that I was into him? I wished I could ask him all those things, though I knew for certain he would never tell me even if he were. "I won't do it again, I swear!" I told him trying to regain his favor. "I don't... I mean...," Travis tried to speak. He laughed a little and I wasn't sure why. "I guess I'd do that too if I was gay and could have," he confessed. His revelation surprised me; from a horny guy's perspective,he understood why I would do something like that. That was the amazing thing about my brother; he tried to understand things that he didn't get intuitively. He always tried for empathy, wanting to see things from another person's perspective even when it was strange to him. "You would?" I bravely asked, knowing I'd have been better off if I shut up. "Well yeah, I'm sure you're not getting any, and if that kind of stuff turns you on then you got to take whatever opportunity you can," he shrugged and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, pretty much," I agreed with my older brother taking the easy way out by letting him understand it the way he wanted. He reached down and adjusted himself, seemingly without realizing what he was doing. He was getting a little stiff as he sat there talking to me. I was finally brave enough to look him in his eyes. He had this strange look to him. He wasn't judging me and there was no hate in his eyes. He smiled and stood up, then wrapped his big arms around me and held on to me really tightly. Travis was strong and his grip didn't loosen. He rocked me back and forth, and I lay my head onto his shoulder. "I love you, Bro. I don't care if you're gay," he comforted me. "You can be whatever and it won't ever matter." I melted as Travis held on to me. I felt safe in his arms. His embrace was like nothing I had ever felt, and I didn't want him to ever let go. I took a deep breath and inhaled my brother's scent, that same woodsy smell I had enjoyed earlier. My body tingled as I got drunk on his scent, on him. He had no clue how he affected me and how he was making it worse. "You like the way I smell, don't you?" he asked. "It's okay, you can do it. I remember how it felt when I first noticed how girls smell. Take it in," he said so casually, still not letting me go. My dick stiffened instantly, and I did whatever I could to keep it away from his leg, as he gave no sign of releasing me, which just a moment ago had been a good thing. "It's okay, take it in, Ethan. I think you need this." He squeezed me tightly and started rubbing my back. "Thank you." I smiled, though he could not see, as I did what he said. I did need this. I needed to feel another person against my body, to feel his warmth. I almost started to cry as Travis gave me a connection I hadn't realized I needed so badly. His touch was intoxicating and my dick was almost hurting confined in my tight jeans. "Come on, bro, deep breaths. Smell your big brother. It's okay, I don't mind," he kept saying as he held me and rubbed me. He was driving me crazy. I could tell my precum was starting to soak through my jeans. He loosened his hold just enough to give me space to move my head to his chest, I took another breath. Then he lifted up his arm a little and let me move my head toward his pit, and I took another whiff. The heaters had done their job; it had gotten warm enough for him to start sweating. My dick was drooling uncontrollably as my brother let me take him in. "I must smell so good to you, Ethan," he stated. He was enjoying the fact that I was into this, into him. "Smell how good a man smells, I bet this is heaven to you." He lifted up his arm fully and I buried my face in his covered pit. It was moist with his sweat and I could smell his deodorant as I took long deep breaths. He put his hand on the back of my head and moved me lower. I wasn't sure how far he was going to take this but I let him control me. I pressed my face against his chest, and then his stomach. He kept pushing me lower and lower until my face brushed against his crotch, and I collapsed onto my knees. He put his hand down into his sweats and palmed his dick and balls, moving them to the side. He pushed my head into his crotch. My face was pressed into his groin where his dick and balls normally rested. "Take it in, this is the best part, bro. It's right where my sweaty dick and balls hang. It's okay, take a deep breath," he coached me. What was happening? I had my face next to my brother's dick and he was letting me smell him. I nuzzled into him and took long deep breaths. Fuck! He smelled amazing. He was warm and I couldn't get enough of it. I felt the back of his hand on my head as I pressed into him. He was cupping his junk as I got long deep breaths. "That's it, Ethan," Travis said. "How do you like it?" "So much, you smell so good," I mumbled, my face pressed deep in his crotch. "Yeah? I knew you would like it. Don't worry I'm not freaked out about my little brother liking my scent," he said. He used his other hand to push my face between his legs under where his balls normally were and I loved it. I loved that he was being so casually forceful with me, not caring if he was hurting me. I could barely breathe when he pressed down but I didn't stop him. After a while he let go and I just looked up at him. Travis was all smiles and gave me a wink. He must have lost his mind; I had never seen him like that. He let go of his junk and I felt it against my cheek for an instant before he backed away for a second. His dick was definitely bigger than when it was soft. He took the hand that had been cupping his cock and balls and rubbed it on my face, then tozzled my hair with it. "You're welcome," he said with a smirk. "Thank you, Travis," I said as I tried to regain my composure. "Let's go inside. I think you need some contact," he said. "But don't get any crazy ideas. I'm sure you haven't been close to anyone and you need to feel someone close," he said as he helped me stand up. What the hell was he talking about? What was he going to do? I thought. My dick was so fucking hard in my jeans. I put my hands over it trying not to bring attention to the fact that I had a raging hard-on. Of course that had the opposite effect, drawing his attention to what I was trying to hide., But I'm not sure it mattered, as I'm sure he already knew I was erect. My brother lowered the hood of the car, turned off the heaters, and closed some drawers in his tool box. He headed toward the door and motioned for me to follow him. We went back into the house and he headed for the living room. Once there, he grabbed the remote and stood by the couch looking for something to watch. I just waited in the doorway for his next move. My brother unzipped his hoodie and threw it on the side chair and then pulled off his shirt, which caused my dick to jump in my jeans. He was so fucking beautiful! After kicking off his boots he looked over at me with a `get going' expression. So I followed suit and took off my shoes, my jacket, and my shirt, too. He put some pillows on one end of the couch and lay down on it, using the pillows to prop himself up a bit. He looked over at me and held out one of his arms toward me. He wanted me to come lie with him. "Lie down, just trust me," he said so confidently. "Okay," I said as I sat down and started to lie down facing him. "Nah bro, how are you going to watch TV like that? Get up on top of me," he instructed me as he spread his legs apart making room for me between them. I did as he said and got between his legs, low enough that my stomach pressed against his bulge. I could feel what had to be his dick pressing against me, or into me, rather. I lay my head on his chest, our skin touching as we lay together. Wow, it felt great being on top of him like that, skin on skin, his warm body against mine. He had a patch of hair in the middle of his pecks. I turned my head away from the TV for a moment so that I was staring straight at that patch, and I inhaled deeply. "That's it, Ethan, just relax," my brother said as he put his arms around me and held me. My dick was throbbing in my jeans as I was on top of him breathing in his scent. As I turned my head back to the TV, I saw his pink nipple close to my lips and I wondered if he'd let me suck on it. I just lay there thinking about it over and over until I couldn't stop myself and I went for it. I sucked on it and began to swirl my tongue over the top of it. I felt his dick shift in his sweats as I did. "Hold up, bro!" my brother laughed as he grabbed my head and pulled me off of him, "Don't get the wrong idea. This isn't about sex; it's about you needing contact with another human. It just so happens I'm all you've got at the moment." "Sorry. I'm so stupid," I said feeling dumb about what I had done. It was all so strange to me but I wanted my brother to keep letting me lie with him so I did as he instructed. "Naw, you're not stupid. You're just a horny teenager who can't help himself. Just like you couldn't help it when you stole a used condom full of my jizz," he said, with the tiniest chuckle. "Thanks for not being mad about that." My face was resting on his chest and it was rising and falling with his breathing. "Well it's kinda weird, I won't lie: my little brother stealing my used condom with my load in it," he laughed nervously. I felt his dick squirm again. Something about me stealing it must have excited him. I wished he would just tell me he liked it, since I was already starting to catch on to the fact that he did. I looked over at his round nipple again; it was now erect, probably from the chill after having been left wet from my spit. I wanted to suck on it so badly. I pulled my hand up to his chest and grazed it, feeling its rigidity. My dick wouldn't stop throbbing as I rested on my brother. He brought his hand to my head and ran his fingers through my short hair. It felt so perfect being with him, with him holding me like that. He was rubbing my upper back and shoulders with his other hand as we watched TV together. This was making me feel better but it was also making me want to taste him and suck on him even more. It was a strange feeling being so close to him like that. It felt nice and with every passing second I got braver and just had to ask him. "Please, Travis?" I looked up at him, pleading. He knew what I wanted. "Okay, but just a little," he nervously smiled down at me. I could tell that it made him very uneasy. I slowly moved my mouth over him and took his nipple into my mouth. I ran my tongue over it and tasted my brother's salty skin. His nipple was hard at first and as I ran my tongue over it and sucked on him I felt it go soft from the warmth of my mouth. His dick moved a little; he must have enjoyed the feeling of my mouth on it. I sucked harder and my brother held my head as I suckled on his peck. Travis rubbed my head as I tried to get his cock to move under me. I moved on top of him pressing down on it hoping to ignite something in him. "Fuck, slow down Ethan, it's not a race," he said softly as he ran his hand through my hair, "You needed some contact bad, bro. It's okay, enjoy it for a little longer and then we need to stop." After a few short minutes he moved my head off of him and I laid it back down on his chest. After a few minutes had passed I went back to it and slowly sucked on it some more. His breathing was heavy as he let me suck it again for about a minute. "Okay, you're good now," he said softly and I let go. This went on over and over for a while, each time I could feel him give into it a little more. He was enjoying it too but knew that he couldn't say it out loud to me. He felt it was his job to stop me and slow me down so I didn't get too amped up. It wasn't quite working. As we watched TV lying together for a few episodes, we both slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the sound of him snoring under me. He still had his arms wrapped around me. I shifted a little looking up at his face, and it made my dick go hard. I kissed his chest really lightly, he didn't move. I kissed his skin again, but he still seemed to be out like a light. I felt suddenly brave and I stuck my tongue out and licked him, tasting his salty flavor. I did it again in the spot right next to my first lick tasting more of his flavor. I felt his dick pressing on my stomach. He was definitely partially hard. "Whatcha doing, Ethan?" Travis said, startling me. "I just wanted to know what you taste like," I said like it was no big deal. "Oh, is that all?" He laughed and rubbed my bare back with his hand. He was enjoying the attention I was giving him, even though I was his little brother. I continued to lick his chest because he didn't seem to mind, then I sucked on his nipple again. I was slowly moving to the top of his shoulder, making my way to the bend of his neck. I kissed and I licked and I tasted my older brother and he didn't stop me like he had before. He was breathing heavily as I kissed and licked his neck. Travis's dick was pushing against me and he didn't seem to mind that I was sucking on his neck. His hands were running up and down my body as I did so. "This shit is crazy, E," he said as I kept it up. "It feels good and I know I should care but I really don't. As long as you're good, I'm good." I pulled off him and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm good, Trav." I went back to his neck and kissed on him and sucked harder. I wanted to give him a mark showing I was there. "None of that, bro," he laughed and pulled me away for a moment, "I don't want Jenna seeing anything." I looked down and a small mark had already appeared, I smiled at what I had done. He didn't realize it was too late. "You're hard?" I asked him as I moved over to the other side of his neck. "I told you, it feels good," he said softly, clearly happy with what I was doing. "I can feel it," I said as I pressed my body down, "Can I see it again?" My brother took a deep breath, "This feels good, but don't get any ideas. This is nice for both of us but we're not doing more than this." "Come on, Travis, Jenna will be gone for a few days. Can't we just jerk off together or something?" I did my best to plead with him, kissing and licking his skin. "No, little dude," his words said no, but his tone said yes. I moved my hand across the length of him, reaching my hand down between us, and I took hold of his fat dick through his sweats. Travis sighed as I gripped it firmly. My brother was clearly enjoying this and was having a hard time saying no. "Fuck, Ethan, this isn't right," he said but didn't stop me as I felt him up. I moved my hand up and down his shaft as I kissed his shoulder and neck. His dick was pulsing in my hand as I jacked him off through his sweats. "That feels so good," he moaned. "You're so big, bro," I complimented him. I lifted myself up to the side so I could look down at him. There was a wet spot where the tip of his dick would be. I jacked him faster as I watched. He squirmed and moved his hips into my hand. I couldn't take this anymore. I pushed the front of his sweatpants and underwear down all at once and watched as his dick fell out. It was hard and glorious, leaking and just begging for release. "Shit, Ethan," my brother said. "Just enjoy, Travis, you clearly need this," I told him as I tried to close my fingers around his big dick but it was too large. I slowly jacked him off and watched as it drooled onto my hand. I used his precum as lube as I lay half on top of him jacking him off. He moved his hips up with the rhythm of what I was doing. He was so amazing and I was so excited to be getting him off. "What a nice dick, fucking nice," I complimented him again, I was shocked at how large it was. I felt his veins as I ran my hand up and down the entirety of his member. From what I remembered of his friend when he and I had messed around, he had liked it when I focused on the tip of the dick. So that's what I did; I moved my hand to the top and squeezed and jacked the top part of my brother's big cock in a loose grip. I felt his mushroom shaped head pulse as I worked it fast, holding it tight. "Fuck, Ethan, you're gonna make me cum," Travis said. He was breathing pretty heavily. "Ya? That's cool," I replied. I was happy with myself for getting my brother off. "Fuck, here it goes," my brother moaned. "Hell yeah!" I yelled, I was so excited. A large rope of cum flew from my brother's dick and hit the top of his stomach, almost getting me. It was thick and white. This was so hot, I had to taste it. I moved down and wrapped my lips around his dick. Another volley of his cum hit me in the face on my way down. It felt nice and warm. "Fuck, Ethan!" My brother cried out as I sucked on his dick mid orgasm. It must have felt too good to stop me because he thrust up into my mouth as more flew out of his dick coating my tongue. Damn! His cum tasted amazing, just like before but now I was drinking it right from the source. I sucked, slurped, and swallowed as he shot the rest of a huge load into my mouth. I held onto his dick and pulled it up and down as he kept cumming. "Oh my god, fuck dude," he moaned as I swallowed his salty load. I kept sucking until there was nothing left, and he didn't stop me. He let me keep going until I was completely done playing with him. And because he didn't stop me, I prolonged it. I wanted to keep going until he came again, but I knew that probably wasn't going to happen. I also wanted to keep going because I didn't want to have the conversation I knew was coming afterwards. I popped off his dick with a loud noise, and it fell down wet and spent. It was truly impressive. I pulled his underwear and sweats back up to cover him again. I didn't dare look up at his face. In no way did I want to see the expression I knew must be there. Very slowly I lowered my head and lay back down on his stomach as if nothing had happened. Were it not for the taste in my mouth and laying in some of his cum I could have almost convinced myself that it hadn't. "You really just did that?" Travis asked, not giving me much of an idea how he felt, good or bad. "Mmhmm," I responded with a snarky tone. I was kind of proud that I had gotten him to let me. I didn't care if he was mad, if only for that brief moment. "You know that's incest, right? I am your brother. We both can get into some serious shit," he said, as if I didn't understand. "Only if you tell someone," I said. "You just sucked the cum out of my dick, Ethan. Sucked my dick, ate my cum. Are you not getting this? Does this not sound wrong to you?" He sat up, making me sit up too. I looked at the TV trying not to look at him. I sat there on the couch looking forward still enjoying the taste in my mouth. "And you let me! You could have stopped me!" I snapped at him, overwhelmed at the pressure of the conversation directed at me. "Fuck, dude," he responded, knowing I was right. "I can't believe you did that. I'm just, I just don't know." "You liked it. Stop making it a big deal," I said looking at him. I moved my hand and gripped Travis's dick through his sweats feeling his hard dick. He was all talk; he liked what I had done and his hard cock was proof of that. "Bro, you're hard. Again," I tugged on him. He put his hand on top of mine and pushed down onto his dick. I felt it throb in my hand. He didn't say anything. He just used my hand to massage his dick as he watched. "You're really gay?" He looked up at me. "Yeah," I answered, "I thought we went over that." Travis moved my hand off his junk and stood up. His cock was pushing forward, making his sweats tent in the front. There was an awkward silence filling the room. He reached down, grabbed my hand, and put it on his dick again, then stood there for a second letting me squeeze and mess with his hard cock. "I'm going to go take a shower," he said and headed upstairs. I lay back down on the couch thinking about what we had done. Travis wasn't mad; he wanted to be but he wasn't. I pulled off my jeans and underwear and jacked off thinking about my brother, about the taste of his cum, about it being in my tummy, and in less than a minute I was cumming all over myself. I was falling more and more for him and there was nothing I could do about it. I had to clean myself off with my own shirt, as I couldn't reach for a tissue without dripping my jizz on his couch. Once done, I headed up stairs to get cleaned up too. The next day was abnormally normal, and so was the day after that. Minimal conversation, acting like nothing had happened, and like it was not worth remembering or talking about it. For Travis, that is. Jenna came back on the second day and they resumed their normal, loud fucking. I didn't look through the hole again. I wanted to look, certainly, but it was strange now. He would know if I did. It felt like I was messing with his head or something, and if I looked it could make matters worse. I thought I had pushed him too far, and now he felt messed up about it. I hated feeling like I had done that to him. A few nights later I heard my brother going at it with his girl loudly, and I mean really loudly. He was louder than she was; he was grunting and yelling as he laid into her. From the thumping it sounded like he was pounding her hard, like he was trying to break her. There was no way to ignore it but I still didn't want to go look, because he would surely see me like before. I lay on my back listening to their primal fuck with my dick pointed up and toward my chest. I was naked and holding my dick. I began to jack it up and down to the thumping of my brother's bed against the wall. I spread my legs apart and found my hole with my fingers. I moved my fingers in a circle around the entrance of my ass. I brought them up to my lips and wet them, and then moved them back to my hole and circled it again. It felt good as I wet my hole with my spit. I slowly pushed inside with a single finger and felt the warmth. The inside of my hole was so soft, and I thought about how my brother would love the feeling of my ass if he slid his dick inside of me, tighter and warmer than Jenna's pussy, I told myself. I pushed a little farther in and twisted my finger feeling my insides. I imagined it was Travis's fingers instead of my own, and that he was curious and excited to know I felt in this most intimate part of my body. I imagined he was smiling as he pushed into me, lusting after his little brother. "Yes, Travis, that feels so good," I whispered. The thumping was getting louder, making my hand move faster too. I was now finger fucking myself to the sounds of my brother fucking his girl. Damn, I was getting close to cumming. I could hear him yelling in the background. It felt so good, I added another finger and went harder. As I fucked myself I pretended that Travis was fucking me instead of her, that my big brother was on top of me thrusting his cock deep inside me. I felt my load building and knew it wouldn't be long before I shot, but then the noise stopped. My brother had stopped yelling and I heard no more banging. I was disappointed, because I wanted to cum with him. But I supposed either he beat me to it or I had waited too long. I lay there slowly jacking my dick wondering if I should save it for tomorrow, when I heard a light tap on my door. I sat up quickly as the knob turned and my door started to open. I had nothing on my bed to cover myself, having kicked everything off. So I covered myself with my hands as best as I could, though I remained essentially naked and exposed. "Hey." It was Travis, and he came into my room. "Umm, hey?" My dick jumped as I saw his junk through his crappy pair of boxer briefs. "Here," Travis held out his hand. He was holding a used condom, full of his fresh cum. My face went red, I was embarrassed at what he was offering me. I just sat there on my bed not knowing if I should take it even though he was clearly offering it to me. "Take it. I worked her hard. It's a big load," Travis walked father into the room with his arm still extended out to me. Reaching up, I took it from him, and my hand brushed his as I grabbed the top to make sure I didn't drop it. I kept my left hand over my dick, though it wasn't covering much, and Travis noticed and smirked a little. "Were you jerking off while I fucked Jenna?" he asked. "Maybe," I said, shrugging. "But you didn't want to watch?" Travis asked, shifting as he stood there. "I didn't think you would appreciate that now that, well, you know," I said as I closed my hand trying to keep his load warm in the condom. "Thanks, I guess. I should be freaked that my little brother gets off on me," the front of his underwear moved a little, "I don't know why but I'm not. If you like watching, that's okay, Ethan." I was surprised. For one, I was holding a condom freshly filled by my brother, and two, because he was okay with me watching him fuck his girlfriend. He knew I was watching him, not her, and he was okay with it. "Thanks, Travis," I said, as I held my hand with his condom in it up at him. "No prob, bro," he chuckled. He turned around and headed out of my room, but before he left he turned back and looked at me. Not sure what he wanted I raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for what he had to say. "You going to taste it?" he asked and then looked back into the hall for a second. The shower was going; Jenna was still occupied. "Right now?" I asked. I hadn't expected this. "Sure, right now," he said. He wasn't backing down. "If you want me to, I guess," I shrugged. "I do want you to," Travis said, raising his eyebrows and giving me a nod back. I moved the condom right below my chin. I opened it and looked down into it. He wasn't lying; it was a large load. I could smell it, and my dick jumped. I was naked now as both my hands were on what I was doing so he could see my hard dick as I sat on the edge of the bed. I stuck out my tongue and moved the rubber up to my face above my tongue and turned it upside down at an angle. The cum inside began to slide toward my tongue. I let some fall from the condom. When the warm cum made contact with my tongue, I took it back into my mouth. I swirled the cum around with my tongue, tasting it all over my mouth. It was the same amazing taste I had enjoyed a few times now. "Fuck, Ethan," my brother said, and he grabbed hold of the front of his underwear. I looked at him and opened my mouth, and I moved it around to show him. He was all smiles. Something about what I was doing made him happy. "You like the way I taste?" he asked, trying to hide his stiffening cock. "Mmhmm," I responded, my dick throbbing as I showed him. "Eat some more. I want to see you do it again," he commanded me. So I did. I put the end of the condom to my lips again and tilted it up to let some more cum slide into my mouth. Damn, it was good! My dick was leaking as I moved the cum around my open mouth, showing him. I was going to swallow it when Travis spoke up again. "Put more in and open wide so I can see a bunch." I dumped even more of his cum into my mouth and opened it even wider, showing him his creamy white load coating my tongue. I moved his seed around in my mouth before closing it and swallowing, then opening my mouth again to show him it was gone. "Fuck, that's crazy," he smiled, squeezing his dick. "You going to eat it all?" "Yeah, it's good," I responded. "Do it, let me watch you eat the rest of my load, bro," he told me. That was when we both heard the shower turn off and my brother's face changed. He looked behind him. I figured he'd be out the door in a flash, but instead he turned back to me and waited for me to do as he commanded. "Dude, eat it. I want to see you eat it all!" He almost shouted. I tilted my head back and sucked the rest of it into my mouth trying to savor it as much and as long as I could before I swallowed, and taking the rest of it into me. "Hell yeah, eat that load. You love it, don't you?" It was more of a statement. "Uh huh," I said as I smacked my tongue to the top of my mouth. "Shit, that's crazy." Travis smiled big and stepped out of my room closing the door. My dick was leaking so much, I began jacking it hard and fast. I put the condom on my dick like I had done before, lubing it with the leftover cum that was still inside. It wasn't long before I refilled the condom with my own load. Damn, it felt good! I was thinking about my brother watching me eat his cum and telling me to do it. It was insane how much it turned me on, particularly when he ordered me to do it. Why the hell did he come and give it to me? Why did he want to watch me eat it? I honestly didn't think he was gay like I was. What a strange thing to turn him on, if he was straight. Did that make it hotter to me? It must have done. That my hot, straight older brother got turned on just by watching me taste and swallow his load, it made me want him more. I wanted to see how far I could get him to go. Could I get him to feed me his load, voluntarily shooting it right into my open mouth? Or would he let me give him a full blow job from start to finish? Would he fuck his load into my ass the way he had just pounded his girlfriend? I didn't know yet, but I was ready to do more, get him to let me take this further. -End Find me on Patreon: www.patreon.com/jakespot I'm also on Tumblr: jakespot.tumblr.com/