Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2024 16:51:58 +0000 From: Enzo Matrice Subject: Lil bro pwned me again (2) Lil bro pwned me, again 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 :) The previous part of the story was written based on an idea an anonymous reader sent me. I could not get it out of my head, so I wrote antoher one based on reader feedback. Yes, sometimes dreams come true :) enjoy, enzo =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Martin Taos, a horny 15-year-old boy with raging hormones, wakes with the typical morning wood in need of urgent care. He slips his hand into his boxers and moans with pleasure. Like most mornings lately, he fantasizes about his bossy 10-year-old little brother, dressed in his soccer uniform, and absolutely owning him. Whether it's pounding his ass or the aroma of his boy bits wafting up his nostrils as the younger boy pounds his face to completion. "OMFG, that smell..." Martin thinks to himself. He rips the sheets off and pulls down his boxers. His teen cock, glistening with morning dew, is stiff and in serious need of attention. "Fuuuuuck..." he moans as he begins the morning ritual of pounding his pud furiously, "I gotta get more of that smell..." Just the thought of his little brother's unwashed, sweaty boy crotch makes him quickly bust a nut, "Oh... fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" He moans as Mount Martin's volcanic eruption sprays hot teen lava all over his smooth, tight belly. He grabs a T-shirt from the floor and wipes the thick jizz from his belly and chest. It's been days since his little brother did anything more to get even with him. It feels like weeks, and it is driving Martin absolutely crazy. He jerks off like three or four times a day thinking about it! Did his little brother forget? Was it just a passing thing? Or is this just more torture from the little brat? Should he... maybe... stir the pot to see what happens? It's not like he can just ask his little brother to have his way with him. He needs to figure out a way to get him to think he is punishing him, when in fact he is getting something he really badly wants. Oliver is sitting at the kitchen table woofing down Lucky Charms, his favorite breakfast cereal. He is dressed in his soccer uniform, a bit anxious, and eating sloppily as he thinks about the upcoming game. He is intensely focused, running the plays in his head and psyching himself up as he usually does on game day. Martin walks in and sees his bratty little brother eating breakfast. He ogles the boy, dressed in his soccer uniform and looking hot as ever to the teenager. He sees a little milk running down his cheek and his horny teenage mind flips into naughty mode, thinking to himself. "Man, I would love to grab that little leprechaun and shove my face in his Lucky Charms right now! His little green clover and tasty blue diamonds are so magically delicious. And that aroma... the smell of vitamins and minerals that make a growing boy big and strong, and wicked hard... God, I just wanna lick the dribble running down his cute-ass face... Wait... WTF am I thinking?!?! Snap out of it, Martin!" "MARTIN! Are you listening to me?" His mom yells. Martin shakes out of his naughty daydream. "What?" "I said, could you babysit Oliver..." As the words escape her lips, she realizes the huge mistake she just made! "Moooooooooommmmmm! I don't need a babysitter, I'm 10! And Martin is not a babysitter, he's just a big jerk!" "He's just a big jerk..." Martin says, mimicking his brother's little boy voice, mockingly. "Mooooooommmmmmm! He's picking on me again!" "Martin, stop picking on your little brother!" Their mom says, just to make the boy happy. Oliver sticks his tongue out when his mom is not looking, and Martin returns the gesture. "Twirp," the teenager says under his breath. "Sure, Mom I will babysit the little baby!" Martin says looking at Oliver for a reaction. "Martin! Enough!" She says, giving him another stern look. "Your father and I are going to help the Collins' with their plant sale. We should be home by dinner. Oliver has a game, so make sure you are home by noon before the Johnstons drop him off." She knows damn well he will just be playing those video games all day, but just wants to be sure Oliver is not home alone. As their mom is turned around, the boys give each other bickering gestures and quietly taunt each other while she gives additional instructions. Martin goes to the cupboard and grabs a bowl, then sits down and grabs the Lucky Charms. "Hey, those are mine!" Oliver whines. "Hey, those are mine." Martin mocks his little brother again. "Mom, Oliver is picking his nose again." Martin says with a naughty smirk. "NO, I DIDN'T! You're such a jerk!" "You're the jerk." "No, you are!" "You boys better stop it, right this minute, or I will ground you both! So, help me..." Their mom says looking at them angrily. "Sorry, mom." They both say in unison but give each other the tongue as soon as she looks away. When he hears a car horn, Oliver jumps up. "The Johnstons are here! See you guys tonight to celebrate my win!" Martin shakes his head, both annoyed by the little shit's arrogance and hypnotized by his tight little bubble-butt filling out those soccer shorts. Damn, he's a little hottie he thinks to himself, but would never dare admit it to anyone. "Oh, we need to head out too." His Mom says looking at the clock, "Martin, clean up your brother's mess, will you?" "Seriously? He's such a little piggy..." "Martin! Don't talk about your little brother like that. Just do it. We will see you tonight. OK?" Martin's dad pops his head in the kitchen, "Honey, we really need to go." "Yeah, OK Mom. See you guys later." Martin says looking at the mess Oliver made. "He is such a spoiled brat..." Martin says with a sigh. When he finishes eating, he cleans up the bowls and wipes Oliver's mess from the table. "Such a little piggy!" With the table clean, Martin goes back to his room to see who is online. Most of the crew is off doing their own thing on a Saturday morning, except they are outdoors like most teenage boys. But Martin is a true gamer, along with the two other boys in his guild who are also online. One of them is the youngest of their crew, the 12-year-old Virg, which is short for virgin. His real name is Vernon, but everyone just calls him Virg. It used to bug him, but now he just accepts it. Everyone thinks he's a bit of a spazz, but he's a pretty good player so they keep him around. The other boy is Martin's cousin Fed, which is short for Fedder, his last name. He is 16 years old, and the oldest in the crew. His first name is Geoff, which is pronounced like Jeff. But ever since that damn Game of Thrones, everyone tries to pronounce it with the G, as in gee-offry -- which bugs the living shit out of him. Fed has a bit of a temper, so nobody dares call him by his first name. "Hey cuz, ready for a little dungeon crawl?" Fed asks over the headsets. "Yeah cuz, up for some fun this morning?" Virg adds. "Dude, you're such a little dork, he's not your cuz, he's mine. Seriously, you can be such a spazz." Fed snarls back. "Get a room you two." Martin chuckles, but the other two don't laugh with him. The other boys in the guild are Martin's classmates and around the same age. Fed and Virg are actually neighbors and live quite a few miles from Martin. Other than online, Martin sees the two when his family visits his cousin's house; typically, once a month. Fed has also brought Virg a few times when they visit Martin's house. The 12- and 15-year-old are close... I mean, like really close... and Martin suspects something might be going on between them, but has never seen or said anything. He wouldn't dare ask Fed for fear of him beating the crap out of Martin for even thinking it. Even though Fed is always going on about how hot some girl is or about how big some other girl's tits are, the signs are there. Like when Virg spazzes out and Fed gives him shit, then weirdly walks it back when Virg appears hurt. Fed gives shit to everyone, but Virg is the only one he walks it back for. "Whatever..." Fed says, at Martin's remark, and tries changing the subject. "Let's kill some stuff!" As he hacks and slashes through the dungeon, Martin's mind drifts back to his little brother. There is a chance of getting some later today, but he just needs a plan. Something to trigger Oliver, which should not be too hard he chuckles to himself. Martin knows which buttons to push and levers to pull to set him off. Martin is not really thinking straight and leads the three into a dark room in the dungeon. Virg is a mage, so he lights up the room with his staff. They are surrounded by slow-moving skeletons! "It's a trap! Back out guys! Get out of here! NOW!" Martin yells. But the door shuts behind them. They are trapped and have no way out without a fight. The three players move into position, back-to-back-to-back, and just start slashing away. After what seems like hours and countless skeletons in piles on the floor, they finally hit the last ones. What they don't notice is that the piles have been starting to collect and slowly morph into a single giant skeleton boss! It makes a loud screeching sound and moves toward them. "Arion must have cast a spell on the bones! That thing is huge! We are so screwed!" the youngest boy squeaks. "Force field! Now!" Martin yells. Virg's character raises his staff, says an incantation, and up comes a glowing bubble that surrounds them. Martin and Fed stab furiously at the monster through the bubble's wall, which the monster can't penetrate. After what seems like forever fighting this creature, Fed yells, "Screw this! Time to use The Redemptor!" He is referring to his one and only time-limited enchantment, which he purchased recently. He has been waiting for the right time to use it and now is that time. He mashes the keyboard to enchant the sword, his character releases the sword from his grip, and it flies through the air and directly into the monster's back. The monster screams in pain waving its arms to try and pull the sword out. Martin finally sees his chance to take the beast down. "Ya mine beeotch!" He yells as he watches his barbarian beauty chop the monster's head off. They watch in awe as it falls to the ground with a loud `thunk'. The spell holding the bones is broken and they fall to the floor in a pile. The boss has been defeated! "YES!" the three scream in unison into their headsets. The battle is over and gold coins and shinies fly into the air. The boys scramble to collect their booty as they hear the door unlock and open. All excited, they go through their new treasures announcing their finds. Fed yells, "Sweet, I got my Redemptor back!" Martin yells, "I got the Ring of Ready! Been wanting that thing for like f-o-r-e-v-e-r!" For Virg, it's a new staff, which he can't use until he levels up. "Yessssss!" he hisses, "I got the Staff of Thoth! I will need to level up, but it's like a gazillion times better than the staff I have now!" As they go through their treasures, Martin realizes the time. "Oh, hey, gotta go... the brat's game is probably almost over." "You gonna go jerk your dick off and sperms before he comes home?" The younger boy says drawing out `comes', thinking he is being witty. "Dude! WTF! You're gonna get us banned for swearing, you twit! You are such a little spazz! Say like spank the monkey or something. Geeeeezuuuuuus!" Fed yells at his much younger friend. "Sorry... I..." Virg says timidly in his little boy's voice. "I... I..." Fed says mockingly, "Seriously, you need to calms it down, little boy. Such a spazzenstein." "Sorry..." Virg says, his voice a bit wavery. "Oh man, you gonna cry now?" There is an awkward silence, then a sniffle. "Awe, man... It's OK... just... think next time instead of spazzing out." Fed says, realizing he might have hurt his friend's feelings. "Hey, why don't you come over and we can hang and stuff? OK?" Fed says in a calm voice. "Really?" The younger boy makes a sound like he sniffles in a snot. "Cool! Be there in 5..." Virg says excitedly, clearly over it already. Or maybe he is just excited to go to Fed's to do... well... whatever they do when they `hang and stuff'. Those are the little things that tip off Martin that some `stuff' is going on between them. Martin chuckles, "You guys have fun over there, doing yer stuff... See yaz later maybe?" Martin disconnects and pulls his headset off. He gets out of his gaming chair and jumps onto the bed, butt first. "Now, what to do, what to do..." he thinks out loud as he grabs his phone. He pops his earbuds in and starts listening to some tunes. He tries to think about ways to really upset his brother when he comes home. Something that will definitely lead to something between them. He needs inspiration. He takes a deep breath and the lightbulb goes on. "Oh, snap!" He says out loud. He jumps out of bed and dashes out of his bedroom to his little brother's bedroom. It's a typical little boy's bedroom, slightly messy but looked after by his mom with some neatly folded clothing. Martin looks around for something, anything to inspire him. Then he sees it, "Bingo." He walks to the side of the bed and looks at the floor. There is a pile of dirty clothes from the day before and sitting right there on top are a pair of red undies with blue trim. Martin leans down and grabs them. He looks at them and then brings them close to his face. They have a distinct odor, the lingering aroma of Oliver's unwashed boy crotch. Like many 10-year-old boys, Oliver tends to wear his undies for a bit too long before changing -- sometimes days -- and that appears to be the case with these. Martin puts them closer to his nose and takes a big whiff, "Oh man..." he whispers, a bit shameful but excited. "I can totally smell his dick and nuts on these..." he whispers, taking in the aroma and feeling his teen cock inflate. "Fuck that turns me on..." he says, enjoying the aroma. It is the same aroma etched in his brain when it lingered on his upper lip after Oliver face fucked him. Martin starts to rub his cock. It is stiff as steel and ready to play. As the 80's metal rocks his eardrums, the smells of Oliver's undies rock his world. He pulls down his shorts and boxers in a single motion, exposing his stiff teenage cock. It is leaking precum like crazy. He kicks off his bottoms and jumps onto his little brother's bed to take care of things. He is enveloped in his brother's lingering scent. He puts the undies to his face, closes his eyes, and takes a deep sniff. "Fuuuuuuck..." he moans, imagining his face in Oliver's crotch and sniffing his hairless boy bits. He grabs his cock, imagining his little brother dressed in his soccer uniform, and jerks off like there is no tomorrow. He leaves the undies on his face, coats a finger in precum, and moves his hand down to play with his boy hole. His finger slides into his boy furnace causing a whimper. As jerks his cock hard and fingers his hole, he imagines his brother having his way with him. "Oh, yeah... fuck me you little shit... fuck the shit out of me twirp!" Martin moans loudly. Martin takes deep whiffs of his little brother's dirty undies, "Oh god... oh my god... I'm gonna cum so fucking hard little bro... fuck me harder little bro... Fu...." He jams his finger deep into his boy hole and wiggles it, imagining Oliver having his feeling inside him. The door suddenly whips open and hits the doorstop with a loud bang. He opens his eyes and sees his little brother standing at the door, but he is already past the stopping point. Martin moans as his teen jizz starts to spurt into the air. He quickly pulls the finger from his butt hole and the undies from his nose. Then quickly covers his erupting dick, coating the undies in thick teen spunk. "What are you doing in my room!?!" Martin hears piercing through the earbuds like a knife. There is an awkward moment of silence before Oliver realizes what is going on. Martin pulls out his earbuds with his cummy fingers but immediately wishes he hadn't. "WHAT THE HECK MARTIN!" His little brother screeches, scarier and louder than the monster boss he fought earlier. "Are those my undies? Are you???? Did you get your white stuff on my undies!?!?!" Oliver is fuming mad now; Martin wouldn't be surprised if steam started coming out his ears like in the cartoons they sometimes watch together on Saturday mornings. His eyes are like laser beams ready to slice Martin into little pieces. Buttons have been pushed and levelers pulled, but just how far? Maybe too far? "We lost and now this? I am telling Mom and Dad everything! EVERYTHING MARTIN!" The boy screams. Martin, naked from the waist down with a deflating cock still dribbling from the aftershocks of his intense orgasm, jumps from the bed. He dashes toward his brother and gets onto his knees. "Please, Oliver! Please don't tell! Please, they will kill me. I will do anything, just don't tell." He pleads, looking up at his little brother. "Not this time, you need to be punished for this! You got white stuff in my bed and said a bunch of swear words... even the f-word! And look at my undies! Ewe! There is white stuff everywhere!" Martin can see it in his eyes, this may have done it. This may have kicked the boy over the edge of no return. He puts his hands together like he is praying, "Please, Oliver. They will kill me if they find out. You can punish me however you want. You can do whatever you want to me! Just please don't tell on me!" He begs, looking at his hot little brother in his well-worn soccer uniform, "Do you want me to make you feel good again? Like last time?" "No, I think you actually enjoyed that. You need a punishment that Mom and Dad would give, but worse. You need to be grounded... or..." Martin sees something in the boy's incredibly pissed-off eyes. A spark, spinning wheels, and even a lightbulb going off... "You need to be spanked! Hard!" Martin looks up and cocks his head, "What?" "You need to be spanked and then grounded. Like Mom and Dad would do." Martin looks his brother up and down, sizing him up. He is smaller and not yet old enough for defined muscles. He's kind of a young jock but how bad could a spanking be from the little guy? "OK, brat... If that's what you want." He says, kind of in jest, like a `whatever'. "This is serious! And it's Olly! Say my name!" "OK, OK, Olly... If that's what you want, Olly." "It's not what I want, it's what you deserve! You deserve a serious spanking!" "So... uhm... how do you want to..." "Like Dad does it, over my knee. But I want to smack your bare bottom." Oliver says, walking toward his bed. He sits, "Get over here. Now!" He yells, saying what his father always says before a spanking. Martin is a little embarrassed that it has come to this, getting spanked by his little brother. Martin gets up and lays across his brother's lap. His bare ass is exposed to his little brother's still very pissed-off gaze. Oliver raises his hand and then quickly connects with big brother's buttocks. It makes barely a sound and Martin tries to hold in a giggle. "It's not funny! You are really gonna get it now!" Oliver says, trying a second, much harder slap. It makes a louder `slap' sound, but Martin seems unaffected. Now Oliver is fuming! This is not punishment; he needs something better than his small hand. He looks around and sees something that might work better. "Go get my Harry Potter wand!" "What?" "I said go get my Harry Potter wand hanging over the desk! NOW!" Martin, a bit confused about what the hell he is going to do with the toy, "Ah... OK?" He gets off of Oliver's lap and gets the wand. He looks at the seemingly flimsy wooden branch, walks back, and hands it to Oliver. "Get back up here. Maybe this will work better." Immediately after Martin gets back onto his lap, he hears a swoosh through the air above him and then a snapping sound so sharp it makes him cringe. "FWACK!" "FUCK! What the hell, you little shit? That hurt!" Martin screams, his teenage voice cracking. The wand feels like a whip on his skin. "Not so funny now, is it? You are gonna get an extra one for swearing and calling me names." Oliver says, looking down at the reddening line on Martin's butt. "Stop, that hurts!" Martin whines, a tear forming in the corner of his eye. "Good!" Oliver says as he raises his arm again. "You are being punished!" "FWACK!" "Ouch! Not so hard! It stings like hell!" Martin yells. "Shut up! Take your punishment!" As Oliver feels the power over his brother, he starts to tingle inside. He looks down at the two red lines he made on Martin's naked butt and he becomes aroused. Very, very aroused. His little dick starts to harden, poking into Martin. Another "FWACK!" echoes through the room, blending with the sound of Martin's whimpers. Oliver is now stiff as a #2 pencil, which does not go unnoticed by Martin. "Is he getting off on this?" Martin thinks to himself. The pain is excruciating and he is moments from bursting into tears, but the feeling of his little brother's stiff boner poking into him gives him hope. "FWACK!" Martin whimpers and pleads, "Olly, please. I have learned my lesson... let me take care of you... Let me make it better and give you the good feeling... please stop...it hurts like hell!" Oliver looks down at his big brother's crimson butt. Welts from the wand line his butt cheeks. The boy is more aroused than he had ever been, "OK. But I'm not finished with you yet... but... I got a stiffy and I want you to give me the good feeling now." "OK, I'll take care of you..." Martin says, his voice quivering. He gets up off his little brother's lap. Oliver gets up and stands as Martin gets on his knees. Oliver sees the tears in his big brother's eyes as his little dickie throbs. His little dickie has never been so stiff as it is right now. Martin puts his hand by his brother's sides and pulls his shorts and undies down to the floor. The sweaty scent is strong and sharp when it hits the teenager's nose. "You better not shoot the white stuff this time or I will spank you again after I get my feeling!" "OK... Olly. Please, no more spanking. I won't shoot this time." Martin says and he takes his little brother's pencil-stiff dick into his mouth and sucks. The aroma is unmistakable and pungent after playing sports all day. Martin's tongue plays with the stiff little cock, licking his little piss slit, causing Oliver to shiver with delight. "Oh, yeah... so good..." Oliver moans. "Lick the tip like that and suck it good... give me the good feeling..." He moans, grabbing onto Martin's head. "Oh yeah..." He moans as he slowly fucks his big brother's face. "Mmm..." Martin moans, taking in all the tastes and smells his little brother's crotch has to offer. Oliver picks up the pace a bit, really enjoying his brother's mouth. "Yeah... that feels so good..." He looks down at his big brother, who seems to be enjoying it as much as he is. "No white stuff!" he demands. Martin looks up like a puppy and moves his head back and forth. Martin can tell his little brother is getting close, so he reaches up and plays with his tight little nut sack. Dragging his fingers across the ridges of his tight little scrotum. When Oliver gets close, he looks down at his brother. "I want to get my good feeling in your butt. Get on your hands and knees. Now!" He demands. Martin pops off his dick and gets into position, presenting himself to his little brother. "Spead `em!" Oliver says. Martin obeys, cringing as he spreads his bright red, stinging butt cheeks. Oliver aims his stiff dripping prong at the hole and plunges in all the way. "Ouch! Slower." Martin yells. "My butt really hurts!" "No talking! This is still your punishment! It should hurt!" Oliver says before he starts fucking his brother silly. Pounding his stiff little pencil-hard throbbing dick into Martin as hard and deep as he can. Martins whimpers as the bee stings return. "Unk... Unk..." and the slapping of flesh against flesh is all he hears from his little brother as he stabs his teen boy hole. Oliver grabs Martin's waist and fucks his older brother like a bunny, "Yeah... yeah... yeah, here it comes..." the boy moans loudly. He takes one last stab, deep into his big brother, and begins to squeak and squeal loudly as his whole body shivers and shakes. "EEK!" He yelps as the brilliant fireworks go off in his head, more brilliant than ever before. Martin feels his little brother's dick spasm like crazy inside his boy hole. He can feel the little balls vibrate against his ass cheeks like they are trying to shoot cum, but can't yet. He so wants to pound one out with him but doesn't dare to for fear of more whipping. Oliver falls onto Martin's back and his little dick pops out. He whispers into his brother's ear, "That was the best one ever. Ever!" He shivers with an aftershock and sighs. Martin feels his brother's chest against his back, breathing hard as he enjoys his bliss. He waits, letting him enjoy his moment after such an intense orgasm. When Oliver regains his composure, he gets off his big brother and stands up. Martin also gets up. Martin tries to sit on the bed, but his butt is in pain, inside and out now. He just remains standing, looking at his little brother, "You're not gonna tell, right?" "No... but... you're grounded too." "Like, to my room?" "No. That is what Mom and Dad would do. It would be weird, and they might suspect something. But since you don't want to be punished by them, my punishment will be much worse." Martin gulps. If the whipping is any indication of worse, he almost cringes at what his little brother has in store for him. "Worse?" "Yes, because you can't do the thing you like to do more than anything?" "No video games?" "Worse!" He gulps, "Worse than no video games?" "Worse... no shooting white stuff for the whole week." Martin tries to process what he just heard. "Wait... so... you mean, I can't shoot for a week?" "A whole week. Until next Saturday. And I will check every night to make sure." Oliver says, reaching for his soiled undies that Martin spewed into. He sniffs. "Ewe. Your white stuff smells like when Mom is doing laundry... I better not smell this all week, or I tell Mom and Dad everything! I will show them these as proof!" Martin thinks to himself, that video games would have been worse. No jizz for a week is nothing. "OK, no shooting white stuff for a week. Fine." "Now, get out of my room," Oliver says. "I don't want to see or hear you until I have to; at dinner. I am so mad at you right now! I just want to spank you again!" Martin pleads, "No please, no more spanking. It still hurts like hell! I'll go..." He grabs his clothing from the floor and quickly leaves. Oliver observes his handy work as his big brother's beaming red ass cheeks leave the room. Martin's head is spinning and his ass is stinging. He got a lot more than he originally bargained for. He gets into bed and lays on his side. "It could have been worse, I guess." He whispers before nodding off, exhausted from the whole ordeal. His dream is vivid and intense. He dreams of his brother pounding his pud into his face. He can smell his brother's boy stink vividly. "You like that, Martin?" He dreams of his brother saying to him, "You like the smell of my dirty, stinky undies from running all day?" Martin slowly wakes to the feeling of something touching his face. He swats at it like a kitten and hears a giggle. He opens his eyes and sees his little brother with a pair of undies in his hand as they are being shoved in his face. "I saw you sniffing my undies before you got the white stuff on them. You were moaning my name. I wore these all day. Do you like my dirty undies, Martin? Huh?" Oliver says with a little giggle, rubbing his undies in Martin's face. Martin is speechless but his cock is rock hard from the smell and his sexy dream. "Let me see it. Now! I want to check before dinner to make sure you didn't shoot after we did that stuff earlier." "Huh?" Martin says, still a bit groggy. "Your dickie, show it to me." Martin is not sure what is happening but goes along with it. He turns, still naked under the sheets, which rises like a tent being erected. Oliver giggles. "You got a stiffy." Blushing, Martin pulls the covers off. His teenage cock is fully erect. Oliver leans over and looks. "It's all wet..." "It's just precum. I'm aroused from a dream or something... it's not the white stuff, I swear... I was asleep the whole time." Martin says trying to convince his brother. Oliver gives him a suspicious look. "You sure? It sure looks like the white stuff to me." Martin nods, "It's not the white stuff, I swear." Oliver gets really close; Martin can feel his brother's warm breath on his erect boyhood. Oliver grabs the big stiff cock and retracts the skin. The glans glisten with precum. Oliver leans in and takes a sniff. It is musky and smells strong but not like the white stuff that Martin shot in his undies. Martin's cock starts to throb in his little brother's hand. Oliver takes it a step further and slowly moves his hand up and down. "You sure it's not white stuff? I will spank you again if it is!" His little brother says, giving him a gentle hand job. "Oh... man..." Martin moans, as his little brother slowly jerks him off. "Stop or I might shoot Olly... please stop." Olly gives him a naughty smirk, "If you do, you get a spanking worse than before." He says, stroking a little faster. "Then stop, please... please... Olly, please." Martin begs, hoping he doesn't pop off. Oliver suddenly stops, "Mom said dinner's ready, and to get you," then wipes the precum off his hand onto Martin's leg. "You better wash up; you're all gooey." He says with a giggle before dashing off to wash his hands before dinner. "Oh, my fuck that was close," Martin says looking at his throbbing cock. He was moments away from popping off. "Calm down little M, we can do this. It is just a few days." Martin gets his things in order, gets dressed, and cleans up for dinner. After not even a full day, Martin realizes the torture his little brother has unleashed upon the horny teenager. His hormones are totally on high alert and he is not sure if he will last a week without spilling some seed! His little brother checked again Saturday night before bed, taunting him with another inspection and a quick tug on the totem pole. Now he wishes he would have lost the gaming privileges instead! On Sunday morning, he wakes up to the taunting of his little brother once again, but worse. Oliver wakes at the crack of dawn, sneaks into Martin's room, and closes the door. He pulls off his shorts and undies, then shoves the undies right into Martin's face for a morning sniff. He knows it will get Martin's morning wood extra stiff. Oliver then proceeds with the morning inspection, pulling back the foreskin and sniffing the teenager's cock to make sure he doesn't smell cum. That is followed by a quick hand job, bringing him to the edge and stopping short of an orgasm. With a giggle, he puts his clothing back on and goes for breakfast. He does a similar routine before bed to make sure Martin doesn't sneak one during the day. It drives the horny teenager absolutely bonkers being constantly put on the edge and then denied completion both morning and night. By Monday morning, Martin can no longer take it. He wakes early and waits for his little brother to sneak in again. After Oliver does his inspection and rub-a-dub on his nob, Martin whispers so he doesn't wake his parents, "Please Olly, let me shoot, please... my nuts are turning blue... Please!" He begs his little brother. "No, you are being punished! Grounded for a whole week without shooting! You need to learn your lesson" He whispers back, sounding like a parent. His nads hurt so bad he almost cries, "Please Olly, I beg you. It hurts when you inspect it, I really need to shoot. Please, Olly." "No! Do you want a spanking again? I'll do it." "No... no more spanking. I am still sore. But this is torture." The power he has over his big brother is indescribable to Oliver. His little peen is now super stiff. "I mean... maybe I could reduce your punishment if... ya know... you make me feel good?" The younger brother says with a naughty smirk, looking down at his stiffy. Martin knows exactly what his little brother wants. He crawls out of bed and gets on his knees. "Be quick, and be quiet. We need to get ready for school." His little brother puts his hands on his hips and pushed his crotch toward Martin, "Suck my cherries first. I like it when do stuff to my cherries." Martin leans forward and proceeds to lick the tight little nut sack before sucking on it. When Oliver is ready, he demands, "Suck it now and give me the good feelings. Quick." When his little brother's nut sack is removed from his mouth, it is immediately replaced with his stiff prong. The younger brother quickly face fucks him like a little bunny until he gets his sparkles. "I will reduce your time for good behavior for doing that," Oliver says with a smile, pulling up his pants, "you're only grounded until Saturday morning now." "Wait? What? It was already going to end on Saturday?" Martin whines looking up at Oliver. "It was Saturday afternoon. That's when you sniffed my undies and spurt your white stuff in them. Now I will let you off on Saturday morning." Oliver says with a shit-eating grin. "No way, I just gave you a BJ! That's not fair!" "OK, I guess I will go tell Mom and Dad then?" "No, please don't! Fine... such a rip off..." Martin grumbles as he wipes the spit off his face and gets up. Secretly though, servicing his little brother and getting a whiff of his crotch is like heaven on earth. "And be nice to me or I will spank you." "OK. OK. Saturday morning." Oliver, feeling the power surge through his body says, "We need to get ready for school." "That cocky little shit..." Martin grumbles when his brother is out of ear range. Thank God he had school all day to take his mind off things, otherwise it would be even worse torture. Martin almost didn't make it through inspection again that night. He had to convince Oliver he didn't sneak into the toilet stall at school and then wash off the evidence later. Oliver really did a serious inspection even licking the tip to `make sure' he said. The lick sent shivers through Martin's whole body making Oliver giggle. Martin suspects Oliver was curious about his precum and might have actually enjoyed it? And a curious enjoyment it was! With the taste of his brother's sweet precum on his tongue, he went back to his room. He thought about his big brother's dickie leaking all that gooey stuff. It was weird but tasted kind of sweet. That power over his brother was such a turn-on that he was stiff as steel. Not really understanding it all, he went to sleep with a wicked stiffy. On Tuesday morning, Oliver adds something new to the inspection. The stuff his big brother does with his cherries feels amazing! He wonders if his big brother would like it also. So, his inspection starts differently this time. "Get out of bed for inspection," Oliver demands. Martin groggily obeys. "Now spread your legs. Wide." Oliver looks at his brother's morning wood and low-hanging fruits. He cups them in his small hands, "Woah, they are really big and heavy. I bet they are really full of white stuff?" Oliver giggles. "Stop torturing me. Just do your inspection so we can get ready for school." Martin barks, which only gets another giggle. "You're being punished for what you did. Remember?" Oliver says, grabbing his big brother's heavy ball sack for a bit before the inspection. Martin groans, "Careful with those..." when Oliver gets a little too handsy. Following the inspection, he once again brings his big brother to the edge with a tug and more ball fondling. "Stop please, I'm gonna burst. Please, this is too much. I really need to shoot. Just let me shoot Olly... Please..." Martin begs, ready to pop off any moment. Oliver jumps up, "Nope! You are still grounded for a few more days. We need to get ready for school." "Please. Let's trade again I will give you the good feeling, any way you want it, for one less day." Martin begs. "Don't really want that right now... Maybe after school before mom gets home?" Oliver says with a smirk. "After school then... please. I can't take this anymore." Martin begs. "OK, maybe after school," Oliver says with a smile. After school, the walk home is absolutely torture for Martin. Oliver gets a bit cocky, "I bet they are so full of white stuff now they are weighing you down. You are walking so slow today." "Screw you..." "OK, maybe I should add a day for that?" "No... I'm sorry, please don't. I can't take it any longer Olly. This is too much. I need to let some out or it might literally kill me! I'm so backed up right now." "Yeah, right." He says rolling his eyes. "Like it would literally kill you if you don't shoot some out?" He says exaggerating the words dramatically. "I mean, it could..." Martin says meekly after Oliver calls his bluff. Oliver just giggles, which feels like a slap on Martin's face. When they finally arrive home, Martin closes the door behind him. Oliver says, "Meet me in my room," before running off. Martin drops off his stuff in his room and then goes to Oliver's. Oliver is standing there tapping the Harry Potter wand in his hand, with a naughty grin on his face. "Close the door and get naked." Martin obeys his little brother and gets undressed. He stands naked before him, waiting for his little brother's next move. "I want to spank you," Oliver says lightly tapping the wand in his hand. "No way. It really hurts too much, Olly... I didn't do anything to deserve more spanking." "Well, you haven't been exactly nice to me," Oliver says trying to convince his brother. "Well... you neither! You torture me every morning and night." "Hey, you are the one that spurt in my bed and soiled my undies. But... I really want to spank you and then get the good feeling again, like on Saturday." "No, it's too much. I will just wait until Saturday." Martin says, bending to pick up his clothing. "Wait. Stop. OK... If I can spank you just like two times and get the good feeling before Mom gets home, I will trade you for a day." "You tricked me before. No way. Grounded until Thursday night." "That's more than a day." "Thursday, night or I leave..." He starts to bend down again. Oliver feels like he is losing ground. He needs an advantage and wants the good feeling really bad right now. "OK, OK... Three spanks and the good feeling, and you are off Thursday night to spurt all you want." He says, trying to barter with his big brother. "No way, you just said like two spanks, and now you want three?" "OK...OK... Two spanks, followed by a good feeling, and..." Oliver trails off and a naughty grin appears. "And what..." "I get to do it." "Huh? Do what?" "I get to make it shoot," Oliver says with a wicked smirk on his face. It's like a sudden whomp on the head. "You want to what?" "I get to make it shoot, and you can't shoot until I tell you to shoot. But hurry, Mom will be home soon. Deal or no deal? Time is running out!" Oliver says, trying to pressure his big brother. "Two spanks and the good feeling now. Then one spank on Thursday after school and you get to make it shoot. But it has to be when you get your good feeling too. Together. Then we are done. No more spanking and no longer grounded after that. Deal?" A wicked smile appears on Oliver's face as he just got more than he wanted. "Yeah, yeah. It's a deal. But hurry," as he quickly sits on the bed. Martin gets onto his lap and notices his little brother already has a wicked stiffy. "Not so hard this time Olly. It still hurts." Oliver looks at the faded welts. "OK." "FWACK!" "Ugh..." Martin groans, then sucks air in through his teeth to get through the pain. His little brother's prong throbs against him. He is seriously getting off on this he thinks to himself. "FWACK!" Oliver is now stiff as steel seeing the crimson cheeks in his lap. "I need the good feeling Martin. Give me the good feeling now." Martin gets off his lap and gets on his knees to suck him. "No, the other way. Hands and knees on the bed, quickly. And no spurts, remember." Martin nods yes. What Martin didn't notice earlier is the Vaseline already on the nightstand. The little shit has probably been planning this since yesterday. Oliver quickly lubes up his stiffy while Martin spreads his cheek, ready for his little brother's intrusion. He quickly enters his big brother with an "oomph," then quickly fucks the shit out of him. He reems his big brother like a little bunny rabbit until the feeling overtakes him. His sparkles are just as hard and intense as they were Saturday. He lets out a loud squeaking sound as his whole body shivers and shakes like crazy. "EEK!" He yelps as the intense fireworks go off once again. Oliver's orgasms after a spanking and fucking are super intense and both boys realize it the second time. His smaller body collapses onto his big brother's back from exhaustion. "That is the best..." he whispers before becoming quiet and still, enjoying his bliss. Moments later, he whispers, "Martin?" "Yeah, Olly?" Oliver rolls off his brother, "When we do the spanking and the f-stuff... the feeling is always the best." "Yeah, I noticed that. I just wish I could share it with you. It takes everything not to shoot with you." Martin says before getting up. "What does it feel like? Ya know, to shoot the white stuff?" "Like that, I guess, except, you know, the white stuff shoots all over you. So, it's like an extra good feeling." Martin says with a smile, "I can't wait to feel that again on Thursday with you." Oliver thinks for a long moment about what Martin says. "So, like... even better than that?" Martin chuckles, "Yeah, I guess." Martin can see his little wheels turning. Oliver snaps out of it when they hear the front door. "Thursday, after school. OK? We can do it together? OK?" "OK," Martin says before bending to get his clothes. Oliver smiles again at his handy work, two new crimson lines on his brother's butt cheeks and a hole he made all greasy and red. Martin slips on his clothing and leaves the room. At bedtime, Oliver goes to Martin's bedroom for inspection. Oliver is dressing in only his tight undies which are tented something fierce. He looks stunning to Martin. A little bronze boner boy-God. "Fuck..." Martin whispers under his breath. "What's that?" Oliver asks, hands on hips looking a bit bossy. "Was that a swear word?" "No... I didn't say anything. It was just a sigh. You're gonna torture me again, right?" Martin quickly responds. Oliver ignores his comment, seeming pre-occupied, "Did you shoot, after... ya know... earlier?" Oliver asks in a demanding way. Martin shakes his head no. "OK, come here," Oliver demands. Martin walks up, his boxers are also tented. "Now, get on your knees." Oliver continues. Martin is a little confused but gets on his knees and looks up, expecting Oliver to face fuck him again. But instead, Oliver smiles. He puts his hands on Martin's head and pulls it toward his crotch. He rubs his stiff little spike in Martin's face. Martin moans, taking in the aroma of his brother's unwashed boy crotch. "Lower... my cherries... do my cherries," Oliver says in a low wispy voice, as he stands on his tippy toes. He guides his big brother's head towards his nuts, hearing him sniffing like a pig hunting truffles. "You like that, don't you?" Martin nods rubbing his nose against his little nuts. "Mmmm..." Oliver hums at the feeling. Oliver suddenly feels like he is about to lose control, so he pulls Martin's head from his crotch. "Let me see it now..." Oliver demands. He gently pulls Martin's head upward signaling him to get up. When Martin gets up, Oliver kneels, pulling Martin's boxers down with him. Martin's dripping wet cock pops out, slapping against his smooth teenage body. He is oozing precum like crazy from the sniff-fest. Oliver grabs Martin's incredibly stiff cock and fully exposes the glands. He gives Martin a close inspection, sniffing his strong musk. He admires the size and the oozing pre cum, then licks some off the tip causing Martin to shiver. He looks up toward Martin's face, "So... it like... ya know... the white stuff like shoots all over? Like every time?" Martin just nods, trying hard to maintain control of his hormones and not to blow off. He tugs his big brother's cock a few times and feels up his balls, making Martin moan and leak even more precum. "I'm gonna shoot Olly, please stop..." Oliver squeezes some precum out and takes another lick, then suddenly jumps up. "Thursday we will shoot together. Goodnight, Martin," he says quickly leaving the room. Martin stands there, stunned looking down at his dripping cock, "What the actual fuck was that..." He slowly pulls up his boxers and goes to bed, confused, horny, and praying he can make it just one more day! Wednesday morning, things seem to go back to normal. Well, if normal is Martin getting out of bed, assuming the position. Then Oliver doing his morning inspection to make sure Martin hasn't shot white stuff after he abruptly left him last night. This morning though, Oliver seems to be deep in thought. His eye focused intently on Martin's throbbing cock. He gives Martin a couple strokes, then says, "Get ready for school," and dashes off. Martin gets the feeling Oliver is preoccupied and just going through the motions now? "One more day little M. Just one more day and it is over," Martin says to his throbbing boyhood. Fortunately, Wednesday is soccer practice for Oliver. Martin finally gets a day of reprieve from his little brother's torture, at least until the nighttime. Wednesday is also a sort of practice for his gamer's guild, where they try out new moves, weapons, or whatever in a free-for-all. It gives them a chance to test stuff out, without affecting normal play or tournaments. After a couple hours of practice with the crew, most begin to log off to do homework. As Martin is about to sign off, Fed says, "Hey, see you in a couple days cuz." Martin replies, "Oh yeah, that's right. The `rents are going to that flower show this weekend." "Oh, and the Virg's `rents are going away for the weekend too. So, we gotta deal with Spazzy MacSpazzington." Fed says with a chuckle. "I will practice my noogies on the brat, so I am ready. We can tag team the two of them!" Martin says, getting a good laugh. There is a weird silence before Fed says with an odd chuckle, "Yeah, let's tag team `em... and do stuff to `em." "See ya then!" Martin says and signs off. That was weird he thinks to himself. The rest of the day is calm and quiet. But Martin notices that Oliver is totally consumed with something. Martin suspects something happened at practice because he is not usually that quiet and so deep in thought other than before a game. He doesn't even visit for an inspection that night. Martin decides to check on him. When he pops his head in the room. Oliver is lying in bed looking at the ceiling. He sees Oliver's hand quickly pull out from under the covers and looks over at Martin. "Hey, you OK squirt?" Oliver answers, "Yeah, just tired from practice, I guess. And please don't call me squirt..." Oliver is really acting weird, Martin thinks. "Sorry, Olly. No inspection tonight?" Martin asks. "I mean, you didn't shoot or anything, right?" Oliver says, looking into Martin's eyes like they can detect lies. "No. I promise." "OK... I will check tomorrow morning, then. I'm kinda tired." Then looks back at the ceiling. A bit concerned, Martin asks again, "Are you sure you're, OK?" "Martin?" Oliver asks, deep in thought, still looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah?" Oliver, in a low voice, asks, "You said it like squirts all over and feels extra good, right? Ya know when you shoot the white stuff." "Yeah? Why?" "Nothing... Good Night, Martin." Then Oliver turns away from Martin like he is going to sleep. "Goodnight, Olly," Martin says, turning off the room light. After Martin leaves, Oliver slides his hand back into his jammies and rubs his stiff little prong as he falls asleep thinking about tomorrow. Martin returns to his bedroom wondering what that was all about. Oliver must have a really big game coming or something. Martin gets ready for bed, then doom-scrolls through some stupid YouTube videos on his phone. Ever since he was grounded, he stopped checking out the porn site for fear of popping off. After he starts to nod off, he pops the phone on the charger and crashes. When he wakes, once again no inspection from Oliver. He goes to the kitchen and sees him deep in thought eating breakfast. They quietly eat breakfast, and then leave for school. As soon as Martin closes the front door, Oliver asks, "We are doing the thing after school today, right?" The light bulb goes off in Martin's brain. He may be a dumb teenager, but he is not stupid. "Yeah..." He says with a smirk. So that is what's on Oliver's mind. Martin wonders what is cooking in his little brother's imagination. "Cool..." Oliver says with a smile. The conversation ends there when one of the neighbor boys, who is also Oliver's teammate, greets them. They talk about sports and school, which bore the crap out of Martin. He notices Oliver's mood changes and he becomes the little bratty brother again. After school, Martin meets Oliver in their typical meeting spot. The younger brother seems a bit excited and walks a bit more briskly than usual. "Come on Martin, speed it up." He barks. As soon as they enter the house and Martin closes the door, Oliver is off to his room. "Meet me in my room in 5 minutes, I need to change..." The little brother says before he dashes off excitedly like he is running on the pitch. Martin is just as excited about finally getting to cum after almost a week. He is surprised his balls haven't withered away and dropped off. "Fuck I need this so bad..." he says under his breath before dashing to his own room. He quickly drops off his school stuff and takes a deep breath. He looks down at his tented pants, "It's go-time little M. Finally!" When Martin gets to his little brother's bedroom, he sees Oliver just pulling up his knee-high socks. He stands up straight and Martin is almost floored. "I put on my uniform... `cause... ya know... when I caught you doing that last Saturday," Oliver says with a smirk. Martin is about to explode right there on the spot. His tented pants are ready to rip open. "OK." Is his only response. Oliver sits on the bed. He has the wand in his hand. Martin knows the drill. Without a word, he undresses for his little brother. His stiff teenage cock is ready for action. He lays on his brother's lap. "Just one, remember?" "Just one," Oliver says, already stiff as steel just thinking about it. FWACK! "Ugh..." Martin groans. His little brother's prong throbs against him. Martin is about to get up for his fucking, but Oliver stops him. "Martin, we are gonna have our feelings together, like you said, right?" "Yeah, that was the deal." "Can you like... ya know... do it on me?" "You want me to shoot on you?" "Yeah, `cause you said it feels better." Martin tries to process the words in his head. His little brother wants to feel like he is spurting. Then he gets an idea. Something he has seen in some porn videos. "I got an idea." Martin gets off his brother's lap. "Stand up." Martin is almost shaking in anticipation as he helps Oliver take off his uniform shirt. Then he gets on his knees, looks up at his little brother's cute face, and then pulls his pants down. His undies are well-worn from practice yesterday and tented something wicked. Oliver looks down at his big brother. "Can you do my cherries a little first?" Martin leans in and takes a whiff of the boy's crotch then goes in for a sniff and nuzzles at his nuts under the underwear. Oliver gets on his tippy toes. "Mmmmm. Suck my cherries. I like it when you suck my cherries." Martin pulls down his little brother's undies and then pops his nuts into his mouth. He sucks them, making Oliver purr. "My dickie now... get my dickie wet." Martin removes the tight nut sack from his mouth and replaces it with the stiff little cock. "Mmmm... so good..." Oliver purrs. "I want to put it in you now. I'm ready..." Martin stops and pulls the dick from his mouth. "Get on the bed and lie down, OK." Oliver obeys his big brother. Martin grabs the Vaseline jar and lubes his little brother's cock, making the boy shiver. He gets on the bed and straddles him, then sits on his little cock, letting it slowly enter his boy hole. "Mmmmm..." they both moan as the peen enters. After a moment, Martin begins to slowly ride his little brother's cock. "I haven't shot in almost a week, I'm not gonna last very long. Just start to jerk me when you start to get your feeling, OK?" Oliver nods. Martin rides him a little faster when he feels his little brother getting closer and starts to whimper. The feeling of his big brother's boy hole riding his dickie makes his body tingle. "Oh yeah... oh yeah..." Oliver moans, as his feeling approaches. He grabs his big brother's cock and stokes it. "It's coming Martin... My feeling is coming... ready?" "Harder Olly, jerk it harder. Almost there too..." They both pick up the pace. Oliver whimpers louder just before letting out a chirp. When Martin feels his little brother's prong start to spam, he lets loose. "Olly, I'm cumming!" Martin cries out as his teenage cock finally erupts for the first time in days. Oliver lets out a loud "EEK" as his sparkles take over. He feels Martin's butthole clamp onto his dickie like a vice and then feel's Martin's big cock start to spray his thick teenage jizz all over Oliver. The first spurt is so strong, that it flies past Oliver's face and at the headboard. Oliver aims his big brother's cock toward him. The second and third are not as strong, but have more volume, hitting Oliver in the nose and lips; making the 10-year-old flinch. The fifth skips across his chest and lands just below his neckline. The sixth and seventh only make it to his chest and puddle in his belly button. Martin has to push Oliver's hand away as the sensitivity becomes too great. He jumps off his little brother's prong and flops down beside him. They are both exhausted from the incredible experience and quietly enjoy their bliss. The very long moment of silence is broken by Oliver, "That was wicked!" "Yeah, it was." "Well. I guess your punishment is over..." They are both silent. Martin is glad the whole ordeal is over, but also not wanting it to end. Well, at least the sexy part. Oliver licks his lips and gets a taste of his big brother's thick baby juice. It's weird and different from the sweet pre-stuff. "Martin, can we maybe do it again... I don't know... maybe until I can shoot my own white stuff like you do. It's wicked when it shoots all over me." "I don't think I can go through that punishment again. That was torture." Martin says, but deep down very much wants to continue doing stuff with his little brother. "No, not that part. I mean, the part we just did, without the grounded part." "Or the spanking?" "Can we still do a little spanking? I mean, it's like the best after a spanking." "I think we might be able to make a deal of some kind, I'm sure." He says with a naughty smirk, giving his little brother an elbow nudge. "Cool. Yeah. We can make a deal..." Oliver says with a haughty grin. But their special moment ends when they hear the front door. "You better clean up before Mom sees you covered in my jizz, bro. She would totally kill us both. Not sure how you would explain how you begged me to cum all over you... brat..." Martin says with a chuckle while he quickly getting dressed and leaves his little brother's bedroom. With those words, they both realize they are now in this together.