Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2024 18:58:07 +0000 From: Enzo Matrice Subject: Lil bro pwned me Lil bro pwned me by EnzoMatrix [enzomatrice@protonmail(dot)com] (boy/teen, incest, oral, anal) Please support the Nifty Archive Alliance so we have a place to share and enjoy our stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As my idol Zachyboy once said. "Give a little something today, you frisky little cheapskate." If you like this story and want to check out my other stories, search for enzomatrice in the Nifty search bar and they should all appear. All my stories start on AllTheFallen and propagate from there. Constructive feedback is always welcome :) This story was written based on an idea an anonymous reader sent me. Yes, sometimes dreams come true :) enjoy, enzo =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Martin Taos mashes the buttons on his keyboard as he watches his blonde bombshell Amazon warrior from behind plow through a horde of orcs. The choice of a girl started as a joke among friends, but he likes her stats and has grown to like the character. She is a level 80 now, so it would be stupid to start a new character. Despite his performance, he still gets ribbed by his crew of fellow 14- and 15-year-old boys. I mean, what do you expect from a bunch of 14- to 15-year-old belching, farting, pubescent boner factories? But they know what he is capable of and Martin knows it is all in fun. Heck, he has even been propositioned once or twice by horny teenage boys that don't realize behind the barbarian chick is also a horny teenage boy. While plowing through the horde, he calmly directs his guild through the chaos. "Left flank! Left! Big Boss on the left! Momma's gonna cut you down beeeee-aach!" He squeaks out while click-clacking the keys. The enormous barbarian sword his character is wielding slices left, then right, cutting chunks out of the Big Boss's body. "You deed beeeee-aach! DEED!" Martin hears a boy yell over the headset. The sword swishes through the air, striking a final blow, chopping off the Big Boss's head. It lands on the ground with a `Thump!' "I pwned you beeeee-aach!" He yells out as his crew of squeaky, voice-cracking geeky teenage gamers yell their guild's battle cry. "You've been pwned by da boogie bunch, beeeee-aach!" "Martin! Hey! Martin!" A shrill young boy's voice cuts through the teenager's headsets like a dagger to the ear. "One sec. Brat's calling me." Martin says before muting his mic and pushing the left muff aside. "What, dweeb?" He says turning toward the annoying voice. His 10-year-old bossy little brother is standing there, in his typical bossy pose, all dressed up in his soccer uniform. Unlike the tall and skinny geeky 15-year-old, his little brother Oliver is a 10-year-old boy god. Cute as hell, fit as a fiddle, and has a hot little body to go with his blondie-boy bowl haircut. His smooth arms and legs are tanned golden brown, as is his face, but not dark enough to hide the cute freckles on his slightly sunburned nose. He is a wet dream if there ever was one. "I said, Mom is taking me to my game now. I want pizza when we get back from my win! And don't forget the extra pepperoni!" Conceited little shit, Martin thinks to himself. "I'll give you extra pepperoni, twirp." He says grabbing his crotch. "Don't call me that! And don't do that grabby thing or I'll tell Mom I saw you playing with your dicky again!" "OK, Olivera." The teenager says with a giggle. He knows feminizing the boy's name really pushes his buttons." "It's Olly, jerk-face!" "OK, Olivera." He repeats, mashing his little brother's buttons like he is playing his video game. "Erg! You're such a jerk! You better not forget the pizza!" The boy yells as he storms off. Martin chuckles knowing he won another victory today; killing a Big Boss and pissing off his bossy little bro. He flops the headset back on and unmutes the mic, "Gotta go brahs. Finally got the house to myself." "Wiggle it, just a little bit..." He hears one of his crew sing out. "Don't spank it too hard brah, or you'll go blind." Squeaks another boy, voice cracking every other word. Martin disconnects from the Discord and jumps ass-first onto his bed. He pulls out his cell and fingers the screen for something to get him in the mood. He hears the pitter-pattering of his little brother's feet echo through the house. He rubs his hardening boner, waiting for everyone to leave so he can take care of his teenage hormonal needs. When he hears his Mom yell, "We are leaving now!" and the door closes, he knows the coast is clear and he can get down to the business in his hand. He squeezed his boy meat, "It's go-time little M." Martin has recently found a website that has become his go-to for juicing his lemons. The perfect outlet for his horny teenager needs. It's full of short little jerk-off clips of mostly teenagers. They are usually older than him, but occasionally he sees someone around his age. He would never admit it to his crew, but he really gets off watching other dudes his own age bust a nut – particularly the sporty types. Lately, though, he has been watching one poster in particular. He appears to be around his age or maybe a little younger. He's blonde, hot-looking, and always wears a soccer uniform. He goes by the name Soccerjerkr. The videos typically start with him lying on the bed. He does this quick strip tease, removing his soccer shorts and shirt but keeps on his knee-high socks. As soon as his dick pops out, he lays back and jerks it for the camera. His timing is impeccably synced to Martin's and they always bust a nut at the same time. In some recent videos, he has started playing with his butthole. Martin has become very curious about what it feels like to put something in your butt like that. It really looks like Soccerjerkr enjoys it, moaning loudly "fuck me... yeah, fuck me..." as he pushes and pulls a rubber dick-shaped thing into his butthole as he jerks off. Watching these recent videos with butt stuff really gets Martin's nads in a twizzle. Knowing it's game day for his little brother and the house will be empty, he is finally going to try it himself. He searched the house earlier in the day for something to use and finally decided on a thin carrot with a blunt tip. Something small to start with. He washed it really well and made sure it was really smooth. He also noticed the soccer player had a jar of Vaseline, so he grabbed some from the medicine cabinet. With everything ready, he pops his earphones in as he usually does, strips naked, and gets a video cued up. In this video, Soccerjerkr starts with his typical soccer uniform strip tease. But then instead of laying down, he gets on his hands and knees with his butt toward the camera. Martin mimics him and follows his lead. He puts some Vaseline on his butthole and the carrot as Soccerjerkr does. Then he positions the greased carrot at his backdoor as Soccerjerkr positions the rubber dick. He watches closely as Soccerjerkr slowly pushes it in; Martin follows. "Ouch! Fuck, that hurts!" He whimpers, stopping the carrot's penetration. It's like a thousand bees stinging his butthole and it hurts like hell. "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Turn around Mom, I forgot my lucky towel! I can't play without my lucky towel!" Olly screams. She tries to calm him by saying, "Honey. You don't..." But is cut off. "Mooooooooooooom! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeze!" He whines, practically in tears. "OK, OK!" She says, giving up and trying to avoid a full-out tantrum. She does a U-turn and heads back home. When they pull up to the house, the boy is practically out the door before the car even stops. "Be quick or we are going to be late for your game." She yells out the window. "I will Mom. Be right back!" "Holy fuck, that hurts!" The voice-cracking teenager squeaks out. Even though it's a small carrot, it feels like a baseball bat is going into his butt. He wonders how Soccerjerkr can enjoy this so much. He wishes he could enjoy it too, but right now it just stings like hell. Martin hopes jerking off as Soccerjerkr is doing will relieve the pain. "Oh, fuck it stings." He moans as his dick finally perks up into a stiff boner. As Olly runs to his room to get the towel. He hears weird sounds coming from his big brother's room as he picks up the towel. His brother is moaning and using swear words... even the f-word! He tiptoes up to the door and peeks in through the crack. He sees his brother in bed, naked! He is kneeling and is putting something in his butt while he plays with his stiff dicky! It's both shocking to the 10-year-old and thrilling. He watches as his big brother does very naughty things to himself. He sounds kind of like he is in terrible pain though. Then the lightbulb in his little mind starts to burn bright and ready to pop. "Gotcha!" he whispers to himself, before turning and dashing off. He sits down in the car seat, closes the door, and clips his seatbelt in. He has a naughty smirk on his face knowing he caught his brother doing naughty things. Now he has the leverage to get anything he wants! "Everything OK, honey?" "Perfect Mom. Just perfect. Hurry or we will be late for the game." The boy says clutching his lucky towel. His mind goes into overdrive thinking about what he will do with his newfound leverage against his big brother. After a few minutes of jerking, Martin's butthole starts to relax a bit and the pain subsides. He watches the guy in the video pleasure himself with the rubber dick. Martin also begins to enjoy it. "Oh, shit... fuck..." Martin moans along with the video. "Oh, yeah..." he moans loudly at all these new feelings making his body tingle. As the feeling intensifies, Martin pokes himself and jerks off in rhythm with the video. The feeling is like nothing he has ever felt. It's amazing and his dick is harder than it has ever been. He continues to push and pull the carrot and his dick harder, coming closer to orgasm. They moan loudly in tandem, "I'm gonna cum... Fuck! I'm gonna..." Until they both bust a nut at the same time. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Martin moans as spurt after spurt shoots out of the teenager's dick into a towel below. When the last shot is fired, he pulls the carrot out and collapses onto the bed. When his bliss subsides, he falls asleep exhausted, laying in a puddle of his own boy jizz. Martin suddenly wakes and feels the wetness under him. "Ewe, jizz pool." He says with a giggle. He crawls out of bed and heads for the shower. As he washes his skinny teenage body, he thinks about his first butt play. He thinks about how good it felt and when he will get to do it again. But the memory doesn't last long. He is knocked out of his daydream by his shrill little brat brother. "Martin! Where's my pizza?!?!?" "Shit. I forgot to order pizza!" Martin thinks to himself. He hears his name being yelled throughout the house, and then the bathroom door flies open. "Martin! Where is my pizza? We won and I want my pizza!" "Sorry squirt, I fell asleep and needed a shower," Martin says from behind the shower curtain. Then, like it was emanating from a child spawn of the devil, Martin hears a shriek, "MOM! MARTIN FORGOT TO ORDER THE PIZZA!" The banshee shriek is followed by a low threatening whisper from the depths of hell, "I know what you did... you will pay for this..." His little brother storms out like a hurricane and slams the door. Martin has never heard him this pissed. Wait, what did he say? I know what you did? What the heck is his little brother talking about? It's just pizza. He pushes it off as another idle threat from his little brat brother. His Mom will give his shit and it will blow over. But it doesn't blow over and the evening is unnervingly quiet. Normally the boys are bickering and fighting, but tonight the house is silent. Martin continually gets the stink eye from his little brother. Something has really got him riled up, more than normal. After Martin finishes his homework, he goes online to see if his friends are on, but nobody is logged in. He pushes his pillows against the headboard and flops onto the bed. After doom-scrolling for a few minutes, his favorite website draws him back in. He starts checking on new content, which naturally draws his other hand to his hardening boner. He pops his earphones in and checks out a new hot-looking video with Soccerjerkr. He focuses on the screen as the soccer boy jerks off. Martin's hand gently squeezes his stiff boner. He listens to the moans, causing him to get super turned on. But his focus quickly shifts when he hears the click of the door. His eyes quickly shift up and he sees his little brother, still in his soccer uniform, standing there. He quickly moves his hand off his boner, but the tenting is unmistakable. His little brother's eyes shift and he can tell he is looking right at the tent in his shorts. He rips out his earphones, "What the hell? Don't you knock?" His little brother still has the stink eye, he looks really ornery, "I saw what you did..." "What... uhm... what do you mean?" The teenager says, honestly without a clue what his little brother allegedly saw. "I saw you doing... stuff... today. When I came in to get my towel." Busted! Shit, what exactly did he see?? Martin's face turns bright red and he gulps loudly. Martin is barely able to whisper, "What kinda... stuff..." "You were playing with your dicky, like you were just doing now... and other stuff..." The blush is now gone from his face and it is white as a ghost. "...and other stuff..." he whispers. "Stuff Mom and Dad will punish you for if they find out..." "Please Oliver... please don't tell on me... I will do anything... please..." His big brother pleads, like his life depends on it. A naughty smirk replaces his previous pissed-off look. "Anything?" "Anything... please Oliver. I will do anything you want. Just don't tell, please." "You forgot my pizza, Martin. My pizza with extra pepperoni. You need to make it up to me..." "I'm sorry Oliver, I will make it up to you. I promise. I will do anything... please." He sees his big brother practically trembling in fear. He knows he has him cornered, but he decides to go a bit farther to really teach him a lesson he won't forget. He thinks about something Martin said earlier in the day and his wheels start spinning. Oliver slowly walks to the bed, he bends over and whispers in his big brother's ear, "Did it hurt? When you were putting stuff in your butt?" Martin's body immediately becomes stiff at the realization his little brother saw everything. Even the butt stuff. He is so screwed. "Well, maybe I should put my pepperoni in there," Oliver says grabbing his crotch as Martin did. "How about that? You want my peperoni in your butt?" Martin gulps, "If that's what you want..." His mind races. Is this really happening? Did he just say he was going to put his dick in my butt? "You can put it in me if that's what you want Oliver..." "That's what I want, for now. Maybe more stuff later." "I'll do anything, Oliver, just don't tell Mom and Dad, please." "Tomorrow, after school before Mom gets home. You need to pay for what you did." "OK, Oliver... Just don't tell on me." Now with the upper hand, Oliver says goodnight to his big brother and struts out of the room like he owns his big brother. When Oliver gets back to his room, a grin appears on his face. What Martin doesn't realize is that this is not the first time his little brother saw him doing naughty things. The younger brother has peeked in his room many times on the way to the toilet, late at night. He watches Martin rubbing his dicky and moaning. That got Oliver to try it too, imitating his big brother and making his little peen stiff and feeling really good. But he usually just rubs his stiffy for a little while before falling back asleep. Since he caught Martin doing that stuff with his butt though, his mind has been racing. If his dicky feels good in his fingers, what would it feel like in his big brother's butt? Well, he is about to find out. Martin lays in bed, unable to sleep. His mind races with the thoughts of his little brother doing that to him. Then he puts two and two together. The soccer boy in the video. His little brother dressed up in his soccer uniform... is there some connection there? Then he comes to his senses, "Nah, it's just a coincidence... right?" He thinks to himself. As the thoughts wander his head, he slowly falls asleep. Like most days, Martin leaves school and walks home with his little brother. They walk without speaking a word, both knowing full well what is about to come. They walk in the front door and Martin turns to lock it as they have been told. When he turns around Oliver is standing there in his typical bossy pose. "You ready for your punishment?" Martin blushes, "Can you... ya know... like, maybe put on your soccer uniform?" Oliver's face scrunches up, "What? Why?" Martin realizes he just said that out loud. "I mean, you won last night... and I forgot... So..." Oliver thinks it's a bit weird, but agrees. "Yeah, OK, I guess. I will go put it on and meet you in your room." They both go to their rooms. Martin is super nervous about what is about to happen, waiting and biting his nails. This is really happening. Oliver quickly removes his school clothes and puts on his soccer shorts, pants, and knee-high socks. He walks over to Martin's room, enters, and then closes the door. Martin suddenly realizes how hot his little brother really is. The loose shorts, that shirt, and those knee-high socks. He is hot like the soccer boy in the videos, but much younger. And now his hot little brother is going to take him. "Get naked," Oliver demands, in a bossy tone. "OK," Martin says before he strips. His boner is already at full mast and ready for action pointing at his little brother. Seeing his brother's big boner, as he has many late nights, causes his little nail to grow. His loose-fitting soccer shorts begin to tent. Martin stands naked looking at the little spike grow, waiting for his little brother's next command. "Now, on the bed, like you were yesterday." Martin gets onto the bed on his hands and knees, ready for his little brother. Oliver walks beside the bed and grabs the stiffy hidden in his shorts. "I'm gonna stick this in you, like the thing you had in your butt yesterday." Martin gulps, "You need to drop your draws... And put some of this on it so it goes in easier." He hands him the jar of Vaseline. "I know that." He says in a bossy tone, but actually has no clue what he is doing." Oliver drops his shorts and his stiff little prong pops straight out. He opens the jar, gets a glob on his fingers, and puts it on his prong. He lets out a little moan from the feeling, "mmm..." He gets on the bed behind his big brother and without any warning just shoves it right in, all the way, without any hesitation. "OUCH! That hurts!" "Good, it's supposed to. This is punishment, remember?" The boy barks back. But it doesn't feel like punishment to Oliver. That feeling of plunging into his big brother's butt was amazing! Martin feels a thousand bee stings again as his butthole burns like hell. Except this time, he is not in control, his little brother is. And his little brother doesn't wait for the stinging to subside. He pulls his little nail out. Thinking it is now over he says, "That really hur..." and before he can finish the word, his little brother rams it in him again. "Unk." The younger boy moans, with a little shiver at the awesome feeling of plunging back into his brother. "Fuck... not so hard you little shit!" "I'm punishing you, remember. And don't swear or I will tell on you." Martin grunts, "Little turd." Martin's little commentary is rewarded with the small spike pulling out again and then ramming it back in. "Ugh... man... too rough, you little dweeb." Oliver smiles knowing he has the upper hand, "Call me Olly or I'll do it even harder." "OK Olly, Ok... it really hurts... don't be so rough, please..." Oliver starts to slowly pull out and gets a chill up his spine. Ramming it in and out is fun, but the feeling of slowly pulling out is intense. His brother's tight butthole squeezes tight on his dicky making it feel really good as he pulls out. Before it goes all the way out, he slowly pushes it back in and it feels even better. Nature takes over and he begins to get his rhythm. He lets out a low moan at the intense feelings. "That feels so good Martin... doing it slow..." With the jabbing pain stopped and the gentler push and pull of his little brother's dick he begins to enjoy it. He reaches down to grab his stiff teen cock and jerk it. "Do it like that Olly... slow... yeah..." Olly smiles, then leans in and whispers, "You like that, don't you?" "A lot Olly, it feels so good now... when you do it slow like that... it feels so good inside me." "Mine too... it feels really good inside you." "Keep pumping in and out Olly, it will feel super good soon. Just keep pumping it into me until you get the good feeling, OK?" "Oh, unk... OK..." Oliver says between pumps. His eyes roll back in delight. "It feels so good..." While Oliver pumps his nail into his big brother, his big brother begins to push back. They both moan as the feeling intensifies. "Harder now Olly, hard and deep. I'm getting close..." The slapping of skin echoes through the room as the little brother fucks his big brother like a bunny. "Unk. Unk. I think I'm gonna pee... Martin... I need to pee." "Keep going Olly, you're almost there. Just keep pumping hard. It's the best..." "Martin... I... Mar..." The boy starts to shake and squeak. "Unk. Unk." As his first dry cum hits hard like a room full of sparklers going off. The feeling of his little brother's dick pulsing inside him kicks the older brother over the edge. "I'm cumming Olly, I'm cumming too!" The teenager busts his nut sending spurt after spurt of teen jizz at the bed. It is the most intense orgasm he has ever had and all thanks to his bratty little brother. They both collapse on the bed to enjoy their bliss. While they both lay on their backs looking at the ceiling, naked and satisfied, Olly asks, "What just happened? It was wicked." Martin chuckles, "You had your first dry cum little bro. In a few years, when you are older, you will spurt stuff like I do." "Cool..." The younger brother says. Then after a long pause. "Martin?" "Yeah?" "You know we are not even... right? I'm still mad at you." "Yeah, I figured as much." "I'm gonna make you keep doing stuff until I say we're even." "Anything you want Olly, as long as you don't tell anyone." "Well, I am definitely doing that to you again!" "I sure hope so little bro. I sure hope so." Olly's anger subsided after that. He was back to being his typical brat self by the next day. But things changed between the brothers and there was a new tension between them. Martin looked at his brother differently now, not just as a brat, but kind of a little hottie. He was actually hoping Olly would make him do more stuff, but days went by without even a peep. Martin thought that maybe things had gone back to normal. "I will crush you, little man!" The geeky teen gamer yells into his headset. He watches his Amazon warrior's sword slice her opponent in half. "Ya deed beeeee-aach!" "MARTIN!" The shrill little boy's voice pierces through his headsets. "It's the brat... brb..." He mutes his mic and turns toward the annoying voice. "What do you..." His little brother is standing at the door, looking pretty roughed up. He is in his soccer uniform which is disheveled and soiled. He does not look happy. "We lost today. We never lose and it sucks! You need to make me feel better. Now!" The boy grumbles, looking serious in his demand. Although he would really love to get another pounding, he doesn't want to lose his own game because of his bratty little brother's hurt pride. "Dems da breaks squirt, sometimes you lose. I'm in the middle of something, I can't help you right now." "I told you to call me Olly from now on! I'm telling Mom and Dad everything when they get home!" The teenager leaps from his gaming chair, headset flying, and dashes to his little brother. "Don't tell on me, please... What do you want me to do Olly? I will do anything you want. Just don't tell on me." Knowing he has his big brother's attention; he uses his leverage. "I want you to make me feel good like the other day. I feel really sucky about losing. You need to give me the good feeling again." "You... you want to put it in me again?" The teen brother suggests, not letting on he would really enjoy another pounding. "No, I'm too tired to do that. But you need to make me feel better. Right now, before Mom comes home. She dropped me off and went to the store to get milk." Martin looks at the clock, "She will be home any minute bro..." Then that naughty smirk appears on his bratty little face, "Then I guess you better not waste any time." Martin tries to think quick, about what to do to get him off quickly. He really feels sucky... so... BINGO! The teen drops to his knees, "I hope this cheers you up." He looks up into his cute little brother's face. "Whatever gets me the good feeling again. Just be quick about it." Martin puts his hands on either side of his brother's waist and quickly pulls down his soccer shorts and undies. He gets a whiff of sweaty, un-showered, pure boy stench. "Whoa, dude! You need a bath!" "Never mind that, hurry, Mom will be home any minute." While the boy-stank is strong, it is actually pure ambrosia to his teenage brother. His teen dick immediately bones up and is ready for action. Here goes nothing... He grabs his brother's soft stinky noodle and pops it in his mouth. "Oh... what the..." His little brother's noodle immediately grows into a stiff spike within seconds. He looks down at his big brother, "You put it in your mouth?" Martin looks up into his little brother's eyes and nods. Then he teases the stiff spike with his tongue, causing the boy's eyes to flutter. "That feels so good..." Martin knows he doesn't have much time, so he puts his fingers against his little brother's nuts and gives them a gentle rub. His brother chirps, "Rub my cherries, yeah rub `em and suck my dicky! That feels so awesome!" The teenage big brother enjoys the taste and smells of his hot little brother. He reaches down and puts his other hand down his shorts and starts to beat off. The experience makes him hum with joy, causing more stimulation for his little bro. "Yeah, like that... yeah... suck it... rub my cherries..." Then like before, nature takes over and the younger brother begins to pump his peen into his big brother's warm wet mouth. "Unk... Unk... awesome..." Then he grabs his big brother's head and pumps for all it's worth. He whimpers as the good feelings come. "Unk... Unk..." "I'm close... the feeling is coming... I'm..." When Martin feels his little brother is close, he gives one last ball scraping, making his brother explode in sparkles. "The feeling... it's happening!" Olly holds his big brother's head tight and jams his little body into his brother's face. Martin feels the boy's dick spasm between his lips and his balls pulse like they are trying to eject baby juice. Feeling his brother's intense dry cum just kick him over and he starts spraying teen boy jizz in his undies. Spurt after glorious spurt. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he hums on his little brother's dick as he rides through an intense ejaculation. Almost as soon as their orgasms are over, they hear the front door open. Olly quickly reaches to pull up his shorts. "That felt awesome! You are definitely doing that to me again, later! Gotta go!" Still kneeling, he checks out his little brother's firm ass as he dashes out the door. "Fuck that was hot!" He whispers to himself in a daze from the boy's funk wafting around his head. "Shit!" Martin jumps up, throws himself into his gaming chair, and pulls on his headset. "Back." "Dude we are getting crushed here! Where the hell were you?" A younger crew member squeaks, his voice cracking as he yells. "Sorry brah, needed to help the brat with some stuff." As he speaks the words, he can smell his little brother's boy crotch stank on his breath and face. The boy seriously needs a bath! But despite having had an intense orgasm only minutes ago, the smell keeps him rock hard. He can't get the image of his little brother's hot soccer body face-fucking him silly. Martin continues his hack `n' slash but can't get his hot little brother out of his mind. He ruffles his lips to his nose and takes of whiff. The strong stench of his little brother's crotch lingers in his nose, making him throb. He grabs his stiff rod and squeezes it. "I hope we are never ever even..." He whispers. "What was that, brah?" He hears someone squeak in his headset. "Nothing, brah... Let's pound these beeeee-aachez!"