Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2012 12:21:12 -0430 From: Guy Kibee Subject: Big Brother The following story is inspired on my own experiences growing up. Things didn't happen exactly as I've narrated them, but I hope my imagination has made the story more enjoyable to those who like reading about incest between brothers, sex between under aged boys and sexual awakenings. ----------------------------------------------------------- BIG BROTHER by Capt. January Growing up, my brother Manny and I had little in common. He is two years my senior and has always been more of a bookworm while I was into sports. But I always looked up to him, as Dad was rarely at home and kind of distant when he was around. By the time I was 12 our parents separated, Mom was left to raise us on her own, and Manny and I started spending a lot of time at home on our own while Mom worked. That's when Manny and I started getting closer. It started out with parading nude around the house, something I was a bit reluctant to do as I was conscious of my small wiener compared to his. I had faith that my dick would eventually grow bigger, maybe even larger than my brother's, but I was destined to top off at 5 inches hard. One night, after he'd spent a while locked in his room listening to his progressive rock bands and burning incense, he came out to the kitchen for some water while I was eating a jelly sandwich. He grabbed one half of my sandwich and we wolfed it down whole. I got mad and shouted at him, but he was mellow as hell and responded by tickling me which initially got me angrier, but I was soon on the floor with Manny on top laughing and begging him to stop. We suddenly got conscious of each others hard-ons and he started rubbing his against my stomach. I was fascinated by the feeling of it. He asked me if I wanted to have 'pretend sex'. I said yes immediately, as I was interested in anything having to do with sex. We went to his room and he explained we would take turns rubbing our dicks between the other's ass cheeks. When I began having second thoughts about it, he said I could go first. So he lay stomach down on the bed and I mounted him. When I first tried rubbing my dick in his dry hole, Manny told me he'd forgot something, got up and went to get some hand lotion from my mother's room, his hard cock bobbing in the air. He squirted some on his hands and rubbed it on me. I thought nothing in the world would ever feel as good as his hand slipping over my hardened wiener, but I was proved wrong just a minute later when I mounted him again and slipped inside his fleshy butt. It didn't take more than 5 thrusts before my leg was shaking and I was having that familiar, tingly sensation all over. We switched positions and I lay face down on the bed. I felt the mattress sink under his extra weight. My big brother slipped his stiff dick between my ass cheeks and started slowly thrusting. His hairy balls felt weird as they tickled the lower part of my bum. I knew what we were doing was wrong but that made it all the more exciting. He took considerably longer than me to reach his orgasm and, when he did, I was surprised by the warm wet feeling of my butt being flooded with cum. I knew all about the seed we had to have babies, but no one had bothered telling me it was packaged in sperm. At first I didn't take it well. I was already jealous of the extra inches of cock he had that I lacked. And now, besides having a bigger dick, he had become a man first, which bothered me even if I knew it was only logical. The very next day, I asked him about cum, and Manny masturbated in front of me and showed me how the cum dribbled out of his dick. It was beautiful - I probably got hooked on cock from that day on. Up to that point I remember liking girls, and was very much curious about pussy and tits. But I knew girls had nothing to offer that could possibly top a hard-on spewing cum. It suddenly became agonizing to be in the locker rooms trying to avoid getting an erection and not stare for too long at the wealth of naked guys around me. Manny and I never talked about what we did, he'd just invariably come out of his room for sex if he'd spent some time locked in his room listening to his progressive rock music while burning incense. I used to get excited as soon as the speakers started blaring Emerson Lake and Palmer's "Lucky Man". It was fun to reach my dry orgasms in his butt, but what I really enjoyed was the sensation of my butt being flooded with his jizz and the sound of his dick squishing into the goo in those final thrusts. One day while his thrusting pace quickened up to his climax, his big cock squeezed through my unsuspecting butthole. I whimpered in pain, he quickly withdrew, but kept on thrusting till he shot his load between my as cheeks. It had hurt a lot, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. I started hoping his cock would slip in again by mistake, and at times would move my butt a bit hoping to cause penetration. I knew it would have been queer of me to ask him to penetrate me. I started jerking off in the shower while diddling my butthole. I experimented with any phallic-shaped object I could find around the house, including a roll-on deodorant bottle. But I chiefly enjoyed my own fingers best, and it was on one such solo jerk offs that I ejaculated for the first time with such force that my leg shook like it wanted to run off on it's own. I felt the spasms of my ass-ring around my fingers. That night I dreamed about one of the guys I had a crush on at school, a Latino guy whose thick dark dick was a sight to behold. In the dream he was fucking me while my ass actively nibbled on his cock as if it had lips. I woke up, jerked off with my fingers deep in me, but was unable to repeat those ass spasms ever again. The next time Manny climbed over me, I dropped all pretenses, reached behind me, aimed his dick at the entrance of my asshole, turned my head and told him to "Push it in all the way". He didn't hesitate, and started fucking me as the Gods had intended. I grunted in pain at first but instinctively relaxed and began taking in the sensation of my big brother's stiff cock pounding into me, making my own dick rub against the mattress. I felt my orgasm start to build, but I couldn't stop. I just started whimpering with pleasure as his thrusting quickened and I let my juices flow. Manny froze and howled as he pumped his load deep inside me. "That felt so fucking good!" he said. "Awesome" I added as I rolled over. He saw the wet spot I'd left on the sheet. "Fuck!" he said laughing but with a worried look on his face. We quickly got up and he helped me stuff the sheet in the washing machine. While we waited on the washer we took a shower together. Manny never seemed interested in my personal things, so I was a bit shocked when he asked me: "Any girls you like at school?" I didn't think twice and answered "No". For the first time, Manny addressed our sessions: "Just because we mess around doesn't mean you can't like girls." "Yeah, I know". Our sessions changed completely from then on. I discovered what the incense burning was all about when he shared a joint with me in his room. He asked me if I'd ever sucked a cock, and it became a regular part of our sessions. Manny would occasionally experiment a bit. He began sucking my dick but, after the first time I shot in his mouth, he told me to never EVER do that again. On the other hand I've tasted my brother's seed quite a few times. Manny also tried bottoming, but definitely didn't care for it. As a matter of fact, I no longer got off between his buns, and usually shot my load while he fucked me. After the sheet soaking incident, we tried different positions, my favorite being the ones where I could see how much he enjoyed burying his cock in my ass. Our sessions became less frequent when Manny started going steady with his first girl friend. Sharing the shower one night, he told me his girlfriend didn't suck his cock as well as I did. We laughed and then he asked me if I hadn't tried having sex with a girl, and telling me how good it was. When I told him I wasn't too interested he said: "I'm sorry I turned you queer". "I'm not queer, asshole!" I told him. He looked perplexed and, looking back, I can't blame him. It would take me a little while longer to figure myself out. It wasn't till I was 20, in 1982, when I walked out of the cinema after watching "Victor/Victoria" that I knew I was gay. Manny got married and has two grown kids, but even if we don't see each other for years at a time, we'll still find the occasion to get naked, share a joint, and cum together like in the old days, except now he uses a condom to butt-fuck me. He says that, excepting for one business trip in the mid 1990s, I'm the only guy he's ever had sex with, and claims he doesn't even feel he's bisexual. Maybe it's his turn to figure himself out. He's also asked me again if maybe he was to blame for turning me gay (although I must point out that he showed his concern after he put a knot on the cum-filled condom and not before I slipped it on his dick). I assured him that sooner or later some guy would have made me realize I liked cock. That first guy just happened to be my big brother. I truly believe Manny and I would not be as close if we hadn't started having sex all those years ago. I have no regrets. Actually, my only complaint about the whole thing is that, to this day, I can't smell incense or hear a few familiar bars of Emerson Lake and Palmer without getting a raging hard-on. captjanuary@gmail.com Feb/7/2012