Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2015 02:11:40 +0000 (UTC) From: a4f101 Subject: Big Bro and His Big Bubble Greetings, dudes. Been stroking my dick to the amazing stories on Nifty since 1999, so I figured it was about time to do my part. I've been writing dirty family stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com – for a few months now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more there, too – more stories, from me and my likeminded buds – so come check it out. Hit the Story Time link at the top for more than 250 dirty tales, all by me, with the pics that inspired them. You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/110192767264/ This story is an original work of fiction, copyright me 2015. I own it, and all legal rights to it. If you're not of legal age in your jurisdiction to be reading it, do us both a favor and come back to it when you are. Love to hear from you guys. a4f101@yahoo.com. And hey – Nifty is an incredible, free resource. Changed my life, and probably did the same for you, this amazing treasure-trove of fantasies. If you can, please support them with a donation – even just a few bucks. Nobody pays for porn anymore, sure, and that's why we keep losing incredible resources like Handjobs Magazine. Don't let the Nifty Archive be another. Somewhere out there, a kid is just discovering this site. Having his world rocked, and his dick raised. You and me, we were kids like that, once. Let's keep it going, for them and for us. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ***** I stood in the bathroom doorway, as naked as him, eyes traveling over his athletic body, always returning to that big, rounded bubble ass. An amazing set of globes on him, one that he'd always had, that only improved as he got older. He looked over, saw me staring at it, fixated, groping my big, still half-hard dick, rolled his eyes and laughed. "Sooner or later, you'll have to stop ogling it, right?" he chuckled. "I've been staring at that fucking thing for over a decade, bro," I replied, giving him a wink. "Why stop now?" He laughed again, then raised up on the balls of his feet, arching his back subtly. The effect was anything but subtle, as those big, beautiful cheeks dimpled deeply and flexed. The moan he got from me in reply seemed to please him, and as he saw me step towards him, he grabbed the edge of the vanity and bent over a little more, inviting me in closer. So I obliged, dropping to my knees on the bathmat behind him, running my hands appreciatively over the solid, fleshy curves of him. The rest of his body was great too, all lean, trim and firm-muscled from years of running. He'd been a track star in high school, continued it through college, and now did it for fitness and pleasure, and it all showed in that great tight body, and most of all his bodacious butt. He'd told me last night, as I fondled it idly while we talked after our first session together, that he'd always just thought of it as big. Not exactly a feature to showcase. It wasn't until I'd confessed to him yesterday afternoon, as we made out sweatily on his couch, how I'd been fixated on it since I was 12, at least, that it wasn't just a feature - it was possibly the main attraction. How his beautiful, bulging ass had been making his baby brother hard as fuck since I could remember. The taboo fantasies I'd had ever since, getting deeper and more intense as I'd started to learn about just how many things you could do with an ass like that, all the many different ways to show you appreciated it. I had a nice ass, one that he certainly enjoyed fondling, exploring, spreading apart to lick and tease and finally sink his big, hard brother cock into. But not in the same outrageous way he did. I was built more solidly than him, thicker, more footballer than runner, and the contrasts played beautifully against each other when we pressed together, swept up in heated, taboo brother lust, sweating on each other as we kissed hungrily, hands roving over hard muscles, finally free to openly explore one another, and our shared incestuous kinks. Eating his sexy big brother bubble was one of mine, and I showed him now, even more heatedly than I'd done for the first time last night, when I'd lapped and licked and probed his tight, lightly-haired ring so intently, I'd nearly made him cum all over his pillows. I buried my face between his cheeks now, feeling him squeeze them playfully together as I did, and gave that ass a friendly, encouraging smack, loving that slight jiggle through the meaty cheek. Licked up and down his sweaty crack, tasting his salt, his musk, the lingering traces of my cum from when he'd let me fuck my big young cock up and down between those globes - not inside him, not yet, but between those cheeks. Playing out a fantasy I'd had since my early teens, one I'd shot buckets, possibly literal gallons of cum thinking of over the years. My big brother moaned, leaned even further over the sink, spreading wider as I opened him back up again. Using my big, thick, wet tongue like a cock on him, fucking him slowly with it, then hard and fast, trying to get to that pleasure spot inside him. Digging real deep, giving it my all, all those kind of BS motivators Coach used to drill into us back in school. Motivating me now in ways that big lug could never possibly have imagined, as I administered the best rimjob I'd ever given to my own brother. Feeling his muscles clench and quiver, the constant soundtrack of lusty moans from above, the way he reached back and pulled my buzzcut head even deeper into him, mashing my face joyfully into his cleft, making him moan my name throatily. My spit was starting to leak down the tight muscles of his inner thighs, dripping into the bathmat under us, and as I grabbed those powerful globes with both my big, strong hands, squeezed tight and probed inside his musky hole as deeply as I could, feeling his bud quiver under the merciless onslaught of my tongue, I achieved my goal. Heard his moans go up a notch in pitch and intensity, the shake of his body, the thick, heavy splat of his cum spurting out, all over the sink and mirror in front of him. When I finally surfaced, sliding up his body, caressing his firm pecs and abs and nuzzling his neck, I felt him press that amazing ass back against my big, throbbing cock. Subtly grind against it. I kissed his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and he growled hungrily into my mouth when our lips met, savoring his own intimate taste on my lips and tongue as we hungrily, sloppily, greedily made out. "Come on, little brother," he grunted huskily, grabbing my hand and dragging me back into his bedroom. "I think it's time to let you get inside this big ass of mine, you hot little fucker." The 12-year-old inside me jumped for joy, and I would have too, but I didn't have a minute to waste. It was time to fuck my big bro and that beautiful, bodacious rump of his.