Date: Wed, 10 May 2006 18:32:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Dennis Banneker Subject: Eyes for my Hot Little Brother - Chapter 3 __________________________________________ Eyes for my Hot Little Brother - Chapter 3 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com May 10, 2006 __________________________________________ WARNING! To qualify to read this story, you must be of legal age and allowed by the jurisdiction or jurisdictions that govern you to read sexually explicit homosexual material. If you do not qualify, you must exit and seek other material. You have been warned. Thank you for cooperating and being fair to others. __________________________________________ Dear Readers, If you should send email--THANKS! You have no idea how much difference it makes in my desire to write. Well, maybe you do. As of chapter two, I got a few emails and am hoping for more. The guys who wrote in really liked the story, so thank you. :-) Thank you so much, Dennis B. StoriesNew@yahoo.com TO FIND MY OTHER STORIES: ALL my stories are at NIFTY. Look me up in the AUTHORS section, but NOT under my name. Look under "Storiesnew." Also, there is a FULL LIST of my stories at the END OF THIS CHAPTER--under six different headings--giving NIFTY SECTION, DATE OF LAST POST, and DESCRIPTION. But I admit, Nifty's 'Author' section is very convenient. ______________________________ Eyes for my Hot Little Brother by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Brian, Gainsworth, 17 Greg, Gainsworth, 15 Jeremy Hunter, 16, a friend Peter Hunter, 15, a friend ______________________________ "Brian? Are you really gonna suck me again?" "Yeah," I said, teasing his nice cock with my toe. "Ah! Don't do that--I'll come!" "Oh--wouldn't wanna do THAT. Not so soon." "How long will you make me wait?" he said as I felt his little pole throb. "You never know," I said, putting my lips to his chest, suddenly sucking a nipple. "Oh, God!" he said. Now I was in control again. "You're surprised?" "Um, no. I loved when you teased me," he said, his hand reaching up, playing with my bone. "Mmmm," I said, giving him a wicked smile. __________ CHAPTER 3 I wondered how we got into all this. One minute we were regular brothers, but now--maybe it was too quick; maybe we should stop. I really didn't accept those thoughts because I liked what Greg and I were doing. I worried that it would all come crashing down somehow. The sight of my little brother's dick, all boned up, brought me back to the reality of our sexual needs. I reached down for Greg's dick and gripped gently. "Ahhh." "You like my hand there, Greggie?" "Yeah. Feels good." "Your hand feels good to Little Brian." This made my brother giggle. I loved his cute smile. "So, Bri--um, that's what you named your dick?" "Yeah. And I just named yours Little Greg." I started thinking of other possibilities. Would we get tired of each other? Too much of a good thing? I knew about two gay guys at school--they were hot-looking. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to get anyone involved besides me and Greg. "Mmmm," he said as I squeezed and released his cockhead, "Little Greg is getting restless." He made his dick jump. I did the same, making us both laugh. But that didn't stop us from being horny. I could never get this sexed up right after coming if I was just by myself, jacking off. I was doing it with *him* and that had me crazy for more. "Yeah--well Little Brian is dyin,'" I said, not realizing it would rhyme. "That's so cool," little bro said, bouncing his cock like mad--his face screwed up like he was thinking real hard. "I think Little Greg is ready to beg," he said, going hysterical. "Shit--you're such a smart kid, goofball. If you're not the next Einstein, you really fucked up." "You really think that?" "Yeah! Plus, you're probably the sexiest little bro I could think of. Can't beat THAT combination." I saw the joy in Greg's face, but I never expected a passionate kiss. He twisted around so he was on top of me and lined up his dick to press against mine while he let his body down to mine. His lips made love to mine, moving and sliding around, sexy as hell. "I never thought you'd say anything THAT nice to me." He kissed me again. This time I kissed back with all I had. Greg had me so hot, my dick swelled. The skin felt tight, and I could feel precum flowing out. Just before Greg pulled his face away, he licked my lips with the tip of his tongue. His tender touch made me shiver, and I pulled away. "Fuck--look what you did to me," I said, pushing him up so he could look down at my cock. "You look, big, Bri. Oh--precum, too! *I* did that?" "Yeah. Anyone who can do that to me . . . shit, feels so good, I'll do anything you want. I mean--as long as you finish me off when I'm done." "You WOULD?" "Hell, yeah! I never been this horny. Shit--I mean it feels awesome." "I did that?" "Yep," I said, looking Greg in the eye. "Okay, Brian--you asked for it. Suck me whenever I want. And play with my dick with your feet first. That's what I want." "Nope," I said, waiting for his reaction. "No?" Greg's disappointment shocked me. "No, twerp--I don't mean NO," I said, restoring his happy look. "I mean you gotta let me tease you first." "Cool. DEAL!" "Don't I get anything special?" I said, making a sad face. "Can't you tell I like your dick? You're a stud, Bri." "Oh, yeah?" I said, feeling like a little kid. "Yeah!" he said, fingering my bone, making it throb. "Shit! Better watch out, it's loaded. So, what would you do for my dick?" "I'll suck it whenever you want," Greg said, all smiles. "Whoa! This is a lot of cock to handle, bro. You sure you can do it?" I figured saying this would make Greg say 'yes' again--then he'd be locked in to a promise to blow me whenever I wanted it. I wasn't sure if he'd really go through with it, but I knew I'd have no problem sucking him off. Greg gave me his slick little grin and went down on me. I thought he was in the mood to shove it in his mouth as fast as he could, but he went slowly. I never expected him to deep throat me. After a few seconds, he coughed and slid off. "Well?" he said, acting so innocent, blinking his eyes. "Fuck," I said softly, half out of breath from what he'd just done. "Yeah, you can handle it." "Precum tastes even better than cum," little bro said, fingering my dick, looking up at me adoringly. "Oh yeah?" I said, feeling my face in a warm smile. "You wanna sixty-nine with your stud big-brother?" "Um, sure," he said, like he wasn't sure what it was. All I had to do was get into position and start sucking his stiff boy-dick, and he caught on right away. That night was the start of a whole lot of fun with Greg. It snowed during the night. I woke up to the sound of the flakes hitting the window. We turned off our flashlights when we went to sleep, and I stubbed my toe in the dark--waking Greg. "Damn! There's a ton of snow out there," I said, imagining all the possibilities for the coming day. "Uhmmm, that's nice," Greg said, his sexy, sleepy voice making my dick twinge. "We better go back to sleep, Greg." "No. I want you to suck me now." "Now?" "Yeah. You promised." I was suddenly very interested in exploring my little brother's body. It would be fun in the dark. But I made like I didn't want to. "Nah. I'm not in the mood," I said. The long silence bothered me. I had to say *something.* "Greg--you awake?" "We had a deal," came a soft, woeful voice. I thought Greg would cry, any second. "Fuck. I'm sorry, Greggie. I was kidding. I'm ready for ya, bro--big time!" I asked him to lie back and let me do what I wanted first. Greg had no problem with that. All of a sudden, little bro's body was a feast just waiting for me. And boy, did I dig in. I licked him from head to toe, making him tense and squeal when I licked his feet. But each time I slid my tongue up and down his body, I skipped his cock and balls. Even though he was younger, and used to me dominating, I knew he'd complain eventually. "Can the blow job start now, Bri? I'm ready to bust." After groping around to find his face, I kissed him. There is nothing like a squirming little brother heating up, his dick throbbing against your body as you kiss him. I wanted to tease him more, so I started with my tongue at the base of his cock and slowly flicked my way up Greg's stiff, tasty, 15-year-old pride and joy. I did the same, working my way down the underside. I repeated the sexy procedure, loving how Greg's bone bounced more and more. The little guy squirmed so much, I just gave in and impaled my mouth on his hot pole. His quick breathing was sexy. Somewhere along the line, Greg wrapped his hand around my cock. As my sucking brought him close, he started jerking me off. That blew all my fuses, and I came, shouting, spraying his face with gushing streams of cum. And bro responded. "Oh, oh GOD!" he screamed. That's when he flooded my mouth with his hot, little-brother boy juice--nice strong jets of Greg's semen shot into me. I was almost done coming when he was at his peak, and I think that made it hotter for both of us. We dropped off to sleep right away, leaving cum everywhere. I didn't care. It was nice sleeping together in my big bed. I had a king-- inherited from my aunt Jessica. My parents thought it was dumb, but they let me have the bed because my aunt had really wanted me to have it. I was her favorite nephew. When I woke up in the morning, the room was warm. I was glad to hear the furnace running, knowing we wouldn't freeze through the day. At breakfast, I felt weird that Greg and I had slept together, but mom and dad were long past checking up on us at night. I had no clue that dad had peeked in because of the power outage and the blizzard we'd had last night. "I see you boys kept each other warm, last night." I was so stunned, I couldn't say a word. "Yeah, dad," Greg said cheerfully, "REAL warm." I wanted to crawl into a hole. "Good thinking. Was it YOUR idea, Greg?" dad asked, knowing Greg's habit of taking credit and boasting. "Nope. Brian's. He sorta, um--got the ball rolling." My face was red hot. I coughed, hoping that would be a good cover-up. "Is that right?" dad said to Greg, obviously happy to see this change in his attitude. "Yeah, dad," I said, "that power outage sorta changed a few things. We figured it's time to start acting like brothers." I thought that sounded good. It was mostly true. "I heard that," mom said, walking in on the conversation. I was sorry dad brought it up. He and mom went on and on about how nice it was, and how good we are to be getting along better. Finally, they stopped when the guy came to plow the driveway. Everyone knew by then that school was canceled. "Any plans for today, Brian?" dad said. Greg was in the bathroom. "I s'pose I'll call a few buds--Greg, too. Then maybe we'll all do something together." Actually I was hoping to keep it short with my friends so Greg and I could explore the joys of sex again. "Together? Oh," dad said, trying not to get excited about the new turn things had taken. He knew how fast things could change between me and Greg, but he didn't know about our new close bond. I cleaned up the table and got everything in the dishwasher, then went to our room. Greg came in a minute later. "Is the deal still on?" "Yeah, bean brain," I said, grabbing his crotch. "You think I'd go back on my word?" "Well--not really," he said, smiling, looking down at my gripping hand. "Good. So what do you wanna do, twerp?" "Oh, I don't know," he said in that way that told me he knew damn well what he wanted to do. I just didn't know what it was. Greg wasn't staring at my dick, so it probably wasn't sex. "You don't fool me, Greggie. I can tell your wheels are turnin.'" "Okay. I wanna call Jeremy." I thought for sure he'd hit me up for a blow job. "Jeremy? Jeremy Hutchins? The basketball player?" Jeremy was 16 years old, the star center for our high-school varsity team. I hardly knew him, but as I thought about his looks, I realized the kid was hot. But he was no kid--tall, fairly well built, and hot-looking, I suddenly realized. Damn. The same change happened in my head about Jeremy that happened with Greg. One minute, Jeremy was just a guy. Now, I thought he was sexy. "Yeah, him." "You gotta be kidding! Shit. You KNOW him?" "Yeah," Greg said with a little blush. "How?" "Through his brother, Peter. We went to the locker room after the game, Friday night." "You saw JEREMY in the LOCKER ROOM?" I said, feeling my heart pound. That's when I realized I liked guys. But having Greg to play with made that easier to take. I talked with Jeremy once in a while but didn't really know him. "Yeah! And we talked until the rest of the team was gone," Greg said with a very knowing grin. "You think he's hot, too!" "Fuck, yeah," I said, resigned to my inability to hide things from my little brother anymore--not that I wanted to, now. "This is SO cool! I got the hots for him, too, Brian. Real bad." "So?" I gave Greg my most expectant look and never saw such a crafty grin on his face. "So, he got naked and took a shower. His build is awesome and he has a big dick!" "Bigger 'n mine?" "No--well, maybe, but I bet it's the same size." "Naked--DAMN! So then what?" I said, finding it impossible to hide my excitement. "Then Jeremy got a boner in the shower." "Holy shit! And you saw it?" "Yeah. Me and Peter BOTH saw it. Peter was teasing him about boning up, pointing to it. Jeremy just laughed at first. Then when Peter kept it up, he got pissed and dared Peter to touch it." "Oh, my GOD!" My dick was gonna break off at that point. "Yeah! And he did! Pete got naked, went in the shower, and grabbed Jeremy's bone! Jeremy grabbed his wrist and told him to stroke it. They were both laughin' their asses off--but Pete pumped his brother's dick few times. Then Jeremy stopped him and said they would finish at home." "No, shit! Damn! What did Pete say?" "He just laughed. They were goofing around." "Oh." I was disappointed. "I THOUGHT!" Greg said. "Saturday, Pete called me and told me they messed around big time." "No, way!" "WAY!" I was relieved, actually, to know Greg and I weren't the only brothers doing this stuff. "Shit! So THAT'S why you want to call Jeremy. He's a damn stud. Are you sure Pete wasn't lyin?'" "I'm positive. I was at their house. Peter told Jeremy I was gonna try it with YOU, and--" "WHAT? YOU were gonna TRY somethin with ME? You had this all planned?" I said, feeling the heat rise to my face. "No, NO! I swear, Brian. I didn't know what to do. Then, when dad said for us to shower together, I knew that was my big chance to . . . you know." "Yeah--but *I* made all the moves." "Oh," Greg said, his face scrunched, "I thought *I* made the moves." "Fuck," I said, suddenly realizing Greg and I wanted this at the same time, "I guess we both did." "So Pete told his brother I was gonna try to do stuff with you," Greg said, taking his clothes off to let me see his stiff, 15-year-old prick, coated with precum. "And Jeremy took me aside and said I could watch. But Pete didn't hear that." "He let you WATCH?" I said, taking out my dick. I was boned. "Yeah, he left the door open a crack. Pete didn't know." "Come on, Greg--what did they DO?" I said, stroking the same as little bro--slow and easy. "Pete got on his knees and sucked Jeremy a while. Then he asked Jeremy to suck him back, but he told Pete, 'later.' He got dressed and pretended to go looking for me." "Aw, Shit! I gotta blow a load," I said, masturbating at full speed--the first time, I realized, that I'd ever done that in front of Greg. "No, Brian--don't! I might get him to come over!" "Shit. You think Jeremy the hunk is gonna run over here to suck our dicks? I don't think so, Greg." "Oh. Well, I uh--I . . . we all got to talking, Bri." "Who? Just you, Jeremy and Peter?" "Yeah. We talked about who we thought was hot at school. And I asked them what they thought about you." I waited, holding my breath. "Well, come ON! Are you gonna tell me?" "First, you gotta--" Greg said, shaking his cock at me, "you know." "Okay," I said, relenting. But this was coercion! I twirled my tongue around a bouncing little-brother dick, then stroked with my mouth about ten times. "How's that?" Greg's smile was the answer. I had a feeling he was more interested in the power play than the actual sucking I did. "Wow! You really did it! God!" Greg said, amazed with himself--or me. I didn't know which. "Yeah now TELL me!" "Oh! Yeah! They both said they thought you were really hot. Jeremy stroked his dick few times and said he'd try to mess around with you if he knew you liked it." "Holy shit! Well, hurry up, smurfbrain--call him!" "Are you sure, Bri?" "Yeah!" I said, watching Greg pick up the phone. "Cool," he said, looking shocked that I agreed. "Wait--I don't wanna SHARE you. We can PLAY, I guess--but nobody sucks your dick." My heart beat real hard as I watched Greg with the phone to his ear. I still couldn't get over how quick I got horny feelings about Jeremy. And Peter wasn't bad--for a 15-year-old. "Hey," Greg said, his eyes lighting up. He mouthed the words to me, 'It's Jeremy.' "No, I wanted to talk to YOU. Can you come over?" . . . "No, Brian's here. . . . Well, yeah. Yeah!" At that point, Greg blushed, and I could tell it was something sexual Jeremy must've said. Then my mind wandered. All of a sudden the phone call was over. "Oh, God!" Greg said. "He's gonna walk! Be about a half hour." "Holy shit! Jeremy Hunter--right here in this house!" I practically threw my brother into the shower and stepped in with him. This time, we were all business and wasted no time. By the time Jeremy arrived, mom was telling us lunch would be ready soon. I flushed red. I didn't have a clue how to handle Jeremy and lunch at the same time. When I opened the front door, I almost fell over. Seeing Jeremy's face in the doorway had me weak in the knees. He looked fantastic--cute, actually. His chestnut-brown hair, powder-blue eyes, and beautiful smile overwhelmed me. "Um--come IN!" I said, sounding totally stupid. "Thanks! Man, it's cold out there!" Jeremy said with a big smile that showed off his nice teeth. As he walked in, his foot caught on the rug, tripping him. Jeremy tumbled forward. I reached out, catching him under his arms. But his momentum made the lower half of him keep going. For a few seconds, we were groin to groin, and I felt the thickness of his cock against me. My arms went around him to keep him from slipping. I threw in a hug for good measure and I was sure he didn't know it was an actual hug. "Sorry," he said. His teeth could light up a room. "Nah, don't be sorry," I said. "I'll catch you, anytime." Those words just slipped out. Although Jeremy's cheeks were still red from the cold, it was obvious he blushed at what I'd said. "Thanks, Brian," he said. I let him lean on me while he took off his snow boots--long ones that you needed to survive the Idaho winters. I hung up his jacket--getting a little whiff of cologne and essence of Jeremy. "Well, hello!" mom said. "It's nice to see a familiar face. I've seen you play basketball." "Mom--this is Jeremy Hunter." Oh, yeah--the stud of the junior class in the flesh, I thought. Jeremy was quite the athlete. Everyone knew about his superior ability at basketball, and most people in town knew him by sight. "Hello, Jeremy. Nice to meet you." "Real nice to meet you, ma'am. I mean, Mrs. Gainsworth." "Well--you're just in time for lunch, young man. Would you like to join us?" "Of course he would." Dad appeared from nowhere and spoke before Jeremy could answer. "Teenage boys are always hungry." "Um--sure. Thanks!" he said with a timid blush as he and dad shook hands. Poor Jeremy didn't have a chance. "Where's Greg?" "Oh--he'll be here any sec," I said, embarrassed because Greg was in the bathroom--where he usually was when you couldn't find him. But I couldn't bring myself to say that out loud. My little brother had to pee more often than anyone else I knew. I listened at the door enough times to know he was pissing and not jerking off in there. Come to think of it, I didn't know where he would sneak off to when he needed to blow a load. Well, that was history. I had charge of his not-so-small cock now. "Where's Pete?" Greg said to Jeremy, walking into the kitchen just as we were sitting down. "Spent the night at Darren's," Jeremy said. "I think he'll be shoveling snow for the next three hours." Darren lived on a big farm. His parents had lots of money, but his father was one of those guys who wouldn't spend it on things he and his family could do themselves. I couldn't remember if Darren had any brothers. "Poor Pete!" I said, shaking my head. "Poor Pete, nuthin!" Jeremy said. "He'll be in the hot tub after the shoveling." "Must be nice," Greg and I said at the same time. We ate while mom and dad asked Jeremy a million questions. I was embarrassed for him, but he didn't mind. Jeremy was good with adults. He had lots of cousins, aunts, and uncles. Plus, he'd been playing basketball since he started to walk, I'd heard--so he had tons of interviews and talks with the coach under his belt. When we finally got to our room, Greg and I were tense. Jeremy seemed relaxed as hell. I wished I'd thought to put on a jock. I couldn't keep my eyes off Jeremy's pants, which bulged nicely. I didn't think he was hard, but I wanted to see what was making the bump in the cloth. "So," Greg said, breaking the silence, "what do you wanna do?" "Play chin-up," Jeremy said with no hesitation. I didn't know what that was. "Cool. I'll set up the bar," Greg said. "Nah, never mind," Jeremy said, looking at me. I was busted. He'd caught me staring at his crotch. Even worse, he saw my shorts tenting out a mile. "Bri--it's cool," Greg said, having watched the whole thing. "Yeah--way cool," Jeremy said, his eyes glued to my tent. I think we all blushed. Jeremy took a step toward me and stopped. I think he wanted to do something, but left it up to me. Jeremy was taller, but overall, I was bigger. Plus, I was a year older. He was a polite, respectful guy, and he relaxed me. "Okay--stay right there," I said. "Greg--we should get a few things from the basement." "Okay," Greg said, playing along, knowing there was nothing we needed. "Can I help," Jeremy asked. "N-no, really--just stay right there. Won't take long." "What's up?" Greg whispered when we got downstairs. "I don't know, Greg. I can't do it." "Brian--you can't back out NOW. He just about took a dive at your dick." "I wasn't sure, but--" "No but's, man." "Yeah--I guess I'd look like a butthead saying no to him, or just walking out." "Okay," I said, shaking. "Let's bring up some old blankets and a chair. Just for show." When Greg and I got back to our room, Jeremy was standing in the exact same spot. But his bulge had grown--and he stared at my big tent. I thought he'd give me some shit about it, but he didn't. Too polite to do something like that, I thought. "What's all that?" Jeremy asked, looking at the blankets. "Oh, nothing really. Just thought we . . . might need them," I said, turning to put the blankets on the floor. When I stood up and faced Jeremy, I saw him and Greg smiling at each other. Greg went to Jeremy and got to his knees, putting a hand on the waistband of the athlete's ski pants. I never moved so fast in my life. Soon, Greg and I were like bookends, with our hands ready to relieve Jeremy of his pants. "Is this . . . okay?" I asked nervously. "Sure," Jeremy said calmly, ruffling my hair and Greg's. "Geez," I said softly when the pants slid down. I had no idea Jeremy was wearing gym shorts under the ski pants. The good- looking 16-year-old was hard. I saw his penis so clearly, I could tell his was as long as mine, but a lot thicker. "Yeah," Greg said, picking up where I left off, "That looks soooo good." I blushed with embarrassment at my brother's boldness. As I thought about what we should take of him next, Jeremy answered that question by sitting on my bed, lifting his feet. I took one shoe, Greg the other. I could smell the laundry detergent from his white socks. The kid was clean. I had no qualms about taking his sock off. Greg and I pulled them off at roughly the same time. Jeremy stood, raising his arms--our signal to take his shirt off. He wasn't demanding to be served. His gentle smile was soothing, and his moves very smooth and unassuming. Before long, there was only one thing to take of--his shorts. Jeremy stood. "Um--you want us to take this off?" I said meekly, my hand at the top of his shorts, looking up to Jeremy from my kneeling position. "Yeah--I mean, if you want to." "Slow!" Greg said as he tilted his head up to see Jeremy--who smiled his approval. I think he liked Greg's forwardness and enthusiasm. That made me want to try it. "I get to lick it," I said. "Nope," Jeremy replied. "I get to undress you guys first," the sexy basketball player said, making his cock jump. I glanced at Greg. His shorts tented as bad as mine. This was incredible, My brother and I were kneeling in front of one of the hottest guys at our school--and we were about to take off his shorts. He would be naked soon. I felt a big throb in my dick. "Fuck," I whispered, openly admiring the boy's bulging hardon. I looked down at myself and saw a wet spot. Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great! I'd feel so much better hearing from you and knowing you're out there. If you're not sure what to say, tell me what you liked. Or whatever. :-) --Dennis That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it easier to write more. DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 10 MAY 2006. 16 stories under the following 6 headings: - HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE - SCOUT/CAMPING - BROTHER - ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER) - DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER) - "NO PAIN NO GAIN" You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty. HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES NEW: Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education (Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting secretly in the basement.) - Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006. NIFTY - Adult/Youth 1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.) - Last post APPROX. May 6, 2006. NIFTY - High School. 2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear] ** Listed as just "Special Sale." ** (17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal attention to High School and College students, motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing. Ages 14 to 25.) - Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006 NIFTY - High School SCOUT/CAMPING STORY 3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and some incest. Ages 12 through 17.) - Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006. NIFTY - Camping; Incest BROTHER STORIES 4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother (Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15) - Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006. NIFTY - Incest. 5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother (Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.) - Last post APPROX. May 10, 2006. NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother (Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.) - Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006. NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad (little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.) - Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006; NIFTY - Incest. 8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers, 17 and 13 start to get along real well.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005. NIFTY - Incest. ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER) 9. Boy Who Was Late for School (A tender story. Ages 24 and 13) - Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006. NIFTY - Adult-Youth. 10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind of love story. Ages 22 and 15.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005. NIFTY - Adult-Youth. DAD-SON INCEST STORY 11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005. NIFTY - Incest. "NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES 12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far. I'm still debating with myself on that subject. Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing" the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.) - Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006 NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 13. Spankin High School Club Initiation (High school ages. Later, some college guys. Some soccer action. Some love.) - Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005. NIFTY - High School; Athletics. (Please note there are 2 titles with the words "Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I didn't think of that when I picked the titles.) 14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High (A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.) - Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006. NIFTY - Authoritarian. 15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22. Not as grueling as first meets the eye. Most characters are of college age. The younger characters do some teasing, only.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005. NIFTY - Authoritarian. LAST POST DATES good as of May 10, 2006, and may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this, because new chapters of the listed stories may have been posted since this was written. Thanks, Dennis StoriesNew@Yahoo.com