Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:35:47 -0700 (PDT) From: traumarei Subject: Little Brother Little Brother by Traumarei Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I'm gonna go straight to hell when I die. I'm Mark. I'm 15. I have a little brother named Rob. He's 11. We get along well enough. He tags along and annoys the shit out of me a lot of times. Still, it's kinda nice having someone around who thinks I hung the moon. God knows my parents and teachers don't. Let alone the girls at school, who won't even give me the time of day. He's there. He's part of the landscape. We get along. I was home after school one day, getting ready to lube up my cock for some personal attention, ya know? I still feel kinda guilty about it, even though the books I looked at said it's pretty normal. I guess it just kinda reminds me what a loser I am. I feel really, really horny until I cum, and then I'm kinda disgusted about the whole thing. I mean, it's like spilling rubber cement on yourself. Just a mess. I've thought about tasting it sometimes, but no matter how hot it sounds while I'm jerking at it, once everything's over, it just seems gross. Too bad I was feeling horny that afternoon, when I walked past Rob's room and heard some funny noises. I looked inside. He was lying down on his bed, on his back. It looked like he'd been reading one of his comic books, cause it was open, facedown, on the bed next to him. He wasn't looking at it now, though. He was pressing one hand against his jeans, right on top of his prick. It looked like he was trying to push up into his hand. It also looked like he didn't know for sure just what he was trying to do. I don't think I'd ever seen that look of lust on my little brother's face before. It did something to me. I went inside. He looked at me, startled, and jerked his hand away from his front. Aha, I thought. He may not know what he's doing, but he doesn't want anyone to catch him doing it. "So, little bro." "Mark." He looked up at me, his face all innocent looking. He runs a good con on Mom and Dad with that face. "Looks like you were trying to have some fun with your peter." Deer caught in headlights. "Uh, well, I, uh." He stopped. "Want me to show you how it's done?" Inside me, something was saying, what the hell are you doing? This is your little brother. But that part of me was being pushed to the back by how horny I felt. Evil-Mark was in control. Rob's eyes got big. "What do you mean?" "Shuck your shorts." He looked at me oddly. "Take off your Levis. Your undershorts, too." He did it. I wondered a bit what was going through his head, but then decided I didn't care. Any other thoughts would be driven out soon with the way his body would be feeling. In a minute, he was sitting on his bed, pants and undershorts off, legs a little apart, prick sticking up at about a 45 degree angle. Yeah, he was hard all right. I pushed him back gently onto his back, then wrapped my hand around his prick. He drew in his breath, whether from the way it felt or from his surprise at having someone else's hand there. "You had sex ed last year in health class, right?" He nodded. "You read about how a guy's prick gets hard and goes inside the girl?" He nodded again. "You can make your prick feel a good feeling with your hand, like it does when it's inside a girl." I gave his a stroke up and down. His mouth opened, but he didn't make any sound. "It feels really good. It's called jerking off, or masturbation. Even guys your age can do it." I pumped on him again, and he wriggled his hips a little. "Best part is, you can't get a girl pregnant doing it." I grinned, and he snickered a bit, which was the reaction I had wanted. "There's lots of ways to do it," I said, softly stroking his balls and prick just with my fingertips, without moving his skin at all. "You get to find out the way you like it best. It's great to try different ways at different times. "It's especially nice if you can get something slick to lubricate yourself." I pulled my hand off, dripped some saliva into the palm, and wrapped my hand back around him again. He gasped as I started moving it up and down in the classic pattern. "This is the way most boys do it. Do you like that?" "Ye--yeah," he gasped. His cheeks were blushing, a bright fiery red. Looking down at my hand, I could see the little red tip of his cock poking in and out of my hand as I stroked back and forth. It looked obscene. Inside a part of me wanted to scream at how perverted I was. Evil Mark just laughed and smirked and thought this was the greatest thing I'd ever done. I picked up the pace. Soon he was getting close. I could tell because he started breathing all ragged and making little sounds, like he was trying to make words but couldn't think straight enough to get them out right. He stretched out his legs really stiff, and his right foot started bouncing up and down like crazy. Then he was there, and I could tell because he was arching his hips up off the bed and saying "Unh, unh," like it hurt, except that the look on his face said it was the greatest feeling he'd ever had. I could tell from the way he squirmed that his prick had got all sensitive as soon as he hit the top, but it looked like he was too carried away with how he was feeling to actually ask me to stop. So I kept rubbing him all the way through, just cause I could and because I liked to watch him squirm. For about a minute, he was completely out of control. After it was over, he gave me a brilliant, kinda sleepy grin. Then he pulled me down onto the bed with him and snuggled up next to me, which wasn't something he did very often but only sometimes when he was real sleepy. He closed his eyes, and looked like he was going off to sleep for a quick nap, still naked except for his shirt and his socks. I wasn't sure what to do. I was still hard cause I hadn't come. Then he started pushing back against me, just where my hardon was. I groaned. He giggled. "Feels like you haven't jerked off yet." He paused. "I remember that older boys, they shoot sperm when they come. Can you do that?" "Yeah." My voice was deep, as Evil Mark figured out where this was going. "Can I see?" I pulled away from him, pulled down my pants and undershorts, and pulled out my prick. I'm six inches, an inch or two longer than Rob, and a lot fatter. Besides, I have a full bunch of pubes, which he doesn't have, except maybe one or two about an inch long. He rolled over and sat up, eyes intent on my prick. It was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled off my shirt as well, then started slowly pulling on myself. As I went, I twisted some on my shaft, which I really like doing. I was already pretty close. In just a couple of minutes, I was shooting up all over my chest, and even onto my chin, breathing hard. Now that I'd cum, Evil Mark withered up and slithered away, leaving the rest of me behind to realize just what I'd done. Rob reached forward with one finger toward my chest. "I wonder what it tastes like." I quickly batted his hand away. In my mind's eye flashed a quick vision of Mark's mouth, sucking on one finger and with a bit of my cum dripping down his chin. I felt like throwing up. The really bad part was I could tell a little bit of me was actually interested, because I could feel my cock twitch. I grabbed a couple of kleenexes and cleaned myself up. I did my best not to frown, cause I didn't want Rob to think I was mad at him, even though my brain was busy telling me just how fucked up I am. "Wow! That was great!" I looked at him. There was a big grin on his face, and his peter had plumped out, like he thought it was cool watching me shoot. I tried to smile, but didn't succeed very well. "Glad you liked it." "Can we do it again?" I stammered something and escaped to my room. ################################################ I jacked off three times that night. I'd get to thinking about my little brother, and his hard little prick, and the look on his face when he hit the top, and I'd get all horny again. After, I'd think about what a loser I was, perving on my little brother. I hated myself for what I had done. But it didn't stop me from getting hard again. Each time after I felt worse than the time before. This was my little brother. He liked me. Loved me, even. He was the one guy in the whole world who I'd never really screwed up with. And now I do this. I'm such a shit. After the third time I went looking in the medicine cabinet for Mom's sleeping pills. I woulda taken them too. Too bad there were just two of them left. I put the bottle back. ################################################ Things didn't seem so bad the next morning. Rob was a grump at the breakfast table, but that's normal. It takes two bowls of that crap cereal he eats before he's ready for the world. I don't know what my folks are thinking, letting him eat that stuff. I swear there's more sugar than everything else put together. 10 minutes after he's done with the first bowl, he's bouncing off the walls. Shouldn't that be a clue? Luckily, I'm off to school by then and don't have to see it. Let his first period teacher deal with Hyper-Rob. Anyway, though, things seemed pretty okay with him the next morning. I even got a smile and a half-wave from Rob as I was taking off. Seemed like he didn't have a problem with what we'd done. And I got to thinking. After all, it was just jerking off. Not any big deal. I mean, if I'd found him and one of his friends going at it with each other on the bed, I'd of laughed at them and closed the door. Why was this so much different? It's not like I hurt him, in fact he liked it. It's not like we were gay or anything. I was just helping him out with figuring out how to jack off. Once I worked that out I felt a lot better, though I still felt kinda guilty about the whole thing. I told myself that I shouldn't worry so much about what had happened. After all, it wasn't like it was gonna happen again. Yeah. Right. That lasted until a bit after I got home from school. The middle school starts and stops later than high school does, so I was home before him. I was sitting at my desk with a book open, trying to think about my algebra homework, but I couldn't help worrying some about how he would act toward me now. Then I heard a noise at my bedroom door, and I looked up and saw my little brother's grin. It was the same grin I'd seen on his face the day before, and I knew that he was more than okay with what we'd done. And my stomach tightened, and I felt happy that he wasn't mad or upset. And I knew that he wanted to do it again, and I was pretty sure I was gonna give in. And I was excited and happy about that too, even though it made me feel like even more of a pervert. ################################################ So that's how it I earned my one-way ticket to hell. It's several months later. Things have changed a little bit. Most days, Rob has friends over after school. Mostly, they just seem to play video games all the time, though I can't help but wonder if they get up to other things too. And I have to get my studying done after school, so that's not a good time for us to get together. Instead, Rob crawls into bed with me at night a lot of the time. He gets naked. He rubs up against me until he comes. Then he sighs, gives a big smile, and goes to sleep. Sometimes I give him a hand job. He likes that. Mom and Dad don't know. I don't wanna think about what they'd do to me if they find out. I guess they'd better not find out. I'm still pretty sure I'm not gay. When I jack off, mostly I still think about girls. Except that sometimes I think about Rob, now. I try not to do that so much. I don't think Rob is gay either. Someday he's gonna discover girls, I'm pretty sure. When he does, I'm sure he won't have any trouble getting them to pay attention to him. He's a handsome little dude, and awfully cute. Girls go for that. So far I haven't let him jerk me off. I don't know why for sure. He's asked a couple of times. Maybe it's cause it doesn't seem so much like me taking advantage of him if he's the one getting off. I really shouldn't be doing this with him. I know it's pretty sick that I like doing this so much. I love the horny look he gets on his face as I'm stroking him off. I love the way his jaw drops open and his eyes get big when he gets off. I love the way he gets all sleepy and cuddly after he comes. I can see lots of ways this could end really bad, especially if I get to liking it too much. But no matter what I say to myself before, I just can't say no to him when he shows up in my room, all big grin and naked body and squirming all over me to get himself off. For right now, it's awful nice. Author's Note: Poor Mark! All mixed up inside his head. What do you think is going on inside Rob's head? Stay tuned... (c) 2008 by Traumarei. All rights reserved. Other Nifty stories I've written: - Good Friends (Gay: High School) - After School (Gay: Masturbation) - Borrowed Time (Gay: High School) - Middle School Empath (Gay: Science Fiction or Fantasy)