Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2020 00:21:26 -0700 From: Jim Selfie Subject: Lockdown with Str8 Big Bro - Part 1 of 4 Lockdown with Straight Big Bro Ñ Part 1 By Jim Selfie © 2020. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or repost without consent of author. ****** Hey boys. Long time no see. Still hard at work on my next book "Stepdad Versus Stepdad" coming soon to Nifty. Here's what I've been up to in the meantime. Tell me what you think at thejimselfie@gmail.com. Don't forget to donate to Nifty! Help keep these sexy stories alive at donate.nifty.org. Support my work by purchasing my book "Stepdad Becomes Real Dad" at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07T2TD4NG Enjoy. -Jim ****** I was working as a server in LA when the shelter-in-place orders started coming down. My restaurant closed abruptly and I was suddenly left unemployed, aimless, and really goddamn lonely. *Want to come up here?* My older brother texted me, completely out of the blue, at 1AM on the first day of quarantine. The date stamp on our previous text exchange was his birthday, six months prior. We hadn't spoken since. *Angie's worried about you being down there alone. Come stay with us bro* Angie, my brother's wife, was a goddessÑ I adored her. The kids, however... let's just say being cooped up with those little monsters twenty-four hours a day was not my idea of a good time. And then there was my big brother, Vinnie. Did I really want to be trapped in a house with my conservative, uber-Catholic, overly macho big brother? But as I looked around my empty studio apartment in the dark of the wee hours, feeling the existential dread of quarantine setting in, I thought: why the fuck not? They drive me crazy, they're fucking nuts, but they're the only family I've got and I love them. If I was going to get cabin fever either way, I might as well do it with people around in the place with better cable. Plus, my brother is a fucking hunk, so at least I'd have some eye candy to distract me. *K. Need me to bring anything?* I texted in reply. His answer came almost immediately: *Nah we got plenty of everything you know I'm a prepper LOL* I actually did let out a morbid laugh at that. "Doomsday Prepping" had always been a sick hobby of my brother's, his excuse for obsessive planning, hoarding, and judgment of others. I could only imagine what his garage looked like these days. *Cool. I'll drive up tmrw* I answered, adding: *Got nothing else going on haha.* And damn if it wasn't true. I had plenty of time to think about my big brother on the long drive the next morning. Vinnie and I had never really been close: he was older than me by ten and a half years and we'd only lived under the same roof for a short time. He dropped out of high school when I was seven and my parents promptly kicked him out of the house. Mama would say, literally to her dying day, that this was the source of the heart attack that claimed Pop a few years later. Vinnie wasn't around much when I was growing up so we never really had a chance to bondÑ that, and the fact that he was my polar opposite. My brother was a red-blooded, blue-collar, God-fearing, pussy-loving, Italian-American family man. Which, of course, only made him hotter to me. By the time I graduated high school, VinnieÑ or Vincenzo, as only Mama was allowed to call himÑ had cleaned up his act, gone back to school, and made himself a great life as the chief building inspector for his county. His wife, Angie (the goddess) snagged him early in his rebellious teens and stuck with him all the way to his responsible adult years. They still seemed to adore each other, too, which was quite a feat considering how long they'd been together. They certainly must have boinked on the regular because she always seemed to be pregnant. They were at five kids and counting, all under the age of ten, with the next one due in August. Vinnie's ranch-style house sat on an acre of fertile land in Northern California surrounded by farms and sparse forest. The closest neighbor was nearly a mile away, the closest town much further. I felt like I was driving off the edge of the world as my little car wound down the empty country road. But as soon as I pulled into the familiar gravel drive and saw my little brat nieces and nephews playing in the front yard, I knew I had made the right call. My heart swelled as they swarmed my car and screamed out, "Uncle! Uncle!" "Alright, alright!" I laughed. The kids threw open both doors and clamored into my car as soon as it stopped moving. "Let me get out, you little monsters, so I can say hi!" They screamed and squealed, carrying on three conversations at once, none of it making any sense. The little one scrambled up onto my lap and I got a distinct whiff of stale diaper. It was utter chaos. Dear God, I thought, did I make a terrible mistake?! "Kids! Out!" The bass rumble of my brother's voice cut across the racket and suddenly the kids were gone. They scrambled out of my car as quickly as they'd come and immediately became distracted by something else. I was old news before I'd even taken off my seat belt. "Sorry bro. They're attention-starved." My brother sidled up to the car and just like that, all my doubts evaporated. Of course I had made the right call. Where else could I see this absolute hunk? He wasn't on Facebook, never returned a phone call, and after Mama passed we never really visited. It took a statewide lockdown to bring us together but fuck it, he was my only family and I was damn happy to see him. I could tell Vinnie was glad to see me too when he threw his arms wide and gave me a big, smothering bear hug. We usually hugged when we greeted each otherÑ we are Italian, after allÑ but these were always quick and non-committal, with lots of back-slapping thrown in to make it "not gay" (Vinnie had been weird with the gay thing ever since I came out, like he might `catch it' if he ever showed too much affection). But this hug was tight, warm, and weirdly relieved. Our closeness gave me a chance to inhale my brother's aftershave and the hint of manly odor wafting from his pits. "Glad you made it, bro," he said over my shoulder. I was just beginning to melt into the embrace when he pulled away and held me at arm's length. "Let me look at you." He did, and I looked back. Vinnie had been taller than me for most of our lives but now that we were adults I had a good two inches on him, standing just over six feet. My eyes were level with his wavy black mane, just like Pop's, darker than mine but just as thick. Vinnie's hair had receded a bit in the past few years only to explode everywhere else on his body. His goatee was thick and lustrous, perfectly paired with his strong Italian features. Deep-set chocolate-brown eyes, identical to my own, twinkled with mischief as they scanned me head to toe. "What would Mama say?" "Are you eating?" I droned. "Damn right. Look at you! What the fuck?" he bellowed. "You going vegan down there or some shit? We need to get some pasta in you pronto. And what's with the hair? You growing that shit out? You look like Cousin Jeannie on steroids." I couldn't help but laugh at that. Poor Cousin Jeannie. "Yeah? Look at you, you fucking perv!" I retorted with as much disgust as I could muster. "They let you hang out at kids' parks with that facial hair? And you need to cool it with the pasta, buddy boy. I thought Angie was supposed to gain the pregnancy weight!" He threw back his head and cackled, then slapped my arms and started to unload the car. It felt good to be back with my big brother again. Even after all these months apart we still fell right back into our routine of ball-busting and profanity. And, secretly, I was thrilled with the changes to his body since our last meeting. Vinnie now had the textbook definition of a dad-bodÑ thick in all the right places and covered in whorls of curly black hair. He still had the bulging biceps and meaty thighs from his weightlifting days but now those muscles were lined with an extra layer of padding. He even had the beginnings of a manly paunch pushing out the hem of his plain black t-shirt. And that ass! It was high and round, tight with muscle and just the right amount of jiggle when he walked. I couldn't help but stare as he bent over to grab my bag out of the car. I silently thanked Mama and Pop for the good genes they passed on to us both. "Go ahead and set me up in the master bedroom, Jeeves," I quipped. "And make it snappy." "Go ahead and fuck yourself. You'll take the couch and like it." He tossed my bag over his bulging shoulder and sauntered off toward the house. "Great. I drove all the way out here to sleep on a couch?" "We'll figure something out for the long haul, if it gets there," he said nonchalantly. "Who knows how long this shit's gonna go on." Oh, if we only knew. * * * * * The first week felt pretty normal, given the circumstances. Angie (the goddess) made our every meal, kept house, basically refused to sit down or take a break even though she was super pregnant. Vinnie was on a limited schedule, working from home most days with a few onsite projects at essential workplaces. When he was around, he was the kids' de facto teacher and babysitter. When he wasn't around, that job fell to me. At first I was intimidatedÑ they outnumbered me five to oneÑ but the little rascals actually enjoyed learning and seemed to be genuinely interested. You just had let them blow off steam every once in a while. And boy, did they have a LOT of steam. That ran in the family, apparently. My brother was the worst of them allÑ in fact, Vinnie seemed to be the most stir-crazy out of all of us. Sure, he kept up appearances the first week, but by the following Monday I could tell something was up. He was snapping at the kids more often, totally absorbed in his phone, and I'd never seen him and Angie more distant. They'd been orbiting each other for days, always at opposite poles of the house, and their usual touchy-flirty banter was completely absent. It took a while, but I finally got a rare moment alone with my brother to ask him what was up. He had just yelled at the kids for being too loud and sent them to the next room to play. Now it was just the two of us in the family room, sprawled on the sectional, half-watching the news on a lazy weekday evening before dinner. "So... what's up with you, bro?" I asked casually. "You doing okay?" "Yeah dude." I let a few moments pass before I pressed. "You sure? Everything good at work? With Angie...?" "Yeah yeah," he mumbled distractedly. I wasn't buying it. "Is it me, bro?" I added sheepishly. "Am I like... putting a strain on you guys?" "Fuck no, dipshit," Vinnie scoffed. "We're glad you're here. Seriously, thank God you're here. You know Angie loves having you around." I took that to mean they both loved having me around, though my big brother would never confess to such a feeling. "Cool," I said, satisfied that I was not the problem. "So what is bugging you?" Vinnie let out a pffft of air, his mustache curled up in disdain. "The world," he said flatly, gesturing to the yammering heads on TV. I couldn't blame him, but I knew that wasn't the only thing. I kept staring at him, taking the opportunity to study his beefy body. Those charcoal grey sweatpants were starting to get ripeÑ he'd worn them just about every day this week. Luckily they left very little to the imagination and framed his prominent bulge perfectly. His white tanktop clung to his frame with corkscrews of curled body hair spilling out on every side. His big feet were bare, surprisingly clean, and stretched out invitingly toward me. Fuck he was one good-looking man. "And?" I pressed further. "And what?" he said, finally making eye contact. "And what's really bugging you?" "What do you think?" Vinnie whispered huskily. His eyes darted to the next room where his kids played, then back to me. To my surprise, he reached down and lewdly wagged the floppy bulge in his sweatpants. "You think Angie's giving it up with my kid kicking the shit out of her? I haven't busted in a week." My cock lurched in my jeans. I had to gulp down a mouthful of drool as the image of my brother `busting' filled my imagination. "So?" I asked dryly. "So what?" he hissed. "So I'm fucking pent-up is what." "Dude... is that all?" I laughed, even though this was deathly serious to me. "Why don't you just jerk off like the rest of us?" "In this fucking house? I can't get a moment's peace anywhere, you think I got time to jerk off?" He shot another glance to the next room and adjusted the growing bulge in his sweats. "Fuck. My balls hurt they're so full." I felt his painÑ my own cock was painfully hard in my pants right now just thinking about it. My brother and I had never spoken so intimately and I was thrilled. I could have laid there and watched him fondle himself through his pants all day. But somehow, I managed to fire back, "Join the club, douchebag! You think I'm getting any play sleeping on your crummy couch? We're all hard up right now... like, the entire world is on lockdown, everybody's horny. It's no excuse to be a dick, bro. Just get over it and chill." Vinnie scoffed again and shifted on the couch. His hand remained in his lap, absently adjusting his growing hard-on. He never looked away from the TV, which was good because I was openly staring at him. My lips parted and I had to stop myself from panting like a dog. Oh, to see the mound of flesh hidden beneath those lucky sweats! At this point in our lives I had still never seen my brother's cock. Since we didn't grow up together I had missed out on seeing his developing bodyÑ still one of the great regrets of my youth. But I had given his junk enough sidelong glances over the years to know that Vinnie was packing heat. Plus, there was the simple fact that the men of our family were blessed with respectable slabs of meat, myself included. But I had never actually seen my brother's goods, neither soft nor hard, and the curiosity was eating me up inside. There was just that one notable exception, of course: one incident, one cherished memory that fueled decades of masturbatory fantasies after... "Dinner!" screamed one of the kids. The spell was broken, Vinnie's hand withdrew from his bulge, and he jumped up as if nothing had happened. But I couldn't get the thought of my brother's full balls out of my mind. That youthful fantasy had come back full force and I was determined to finally do something about it... but what? My big brother was the straightest person I knew. His full balls were not, and never would be, my problem. Or so I thought. * * * * * It finally happened at the end of Week Two. By then my brother was clearly at the end of his tether. The whole family had given up on trying to brighten his mood. Even the youngest, barely a toddler, got the hint and steered clear. It was just easier to keep our distance from him and hope he'd snap out of it soon. But at Angie's behest, Vinnie and I were suddenly thrust together on a round of chores. There was a decrepit old RV on the outskirts of their property, long out of commission, that Vinnie had been vaguely promising to fix up so I could have some space of my own. By the end of Week Two it was pretty clear things were not going "back to normal" any time soon and my stay would be prolonged. So Angie, goddess that she is, handed her husband a twelve pack of cheap beer and handed me a bucket of cleaning supplies and chased us out of the house. "That RV needs a lot of work," she called after us, "and it's not going to clean itself!" I was more than eager to help if it meant I'd get my own space. The novelty of sleeping in the living room had officially worn off and now the kids were just bugging the crap out of me. I missed privacy. I missed jerking off. And good God almighty, I missed sex. I missed fucking. I missed getting fucked. My hole twitched just thinking about it. I shifted the bucket of cleaning products in front of my growing bulge as we trudged out to the old mobile home. Vinnie threw open the squeaky door and squinted into the dark, musty interior. "Fuck. This shit is gonna take all day." He wasn't lying. The RV hadn't been touched in years and it was caked with dust and grime. Two of the windows were busted outÑ the kids' doing, no doubtÑ and bits of shattered glass and dried leaves crunched under our feet. But it was fairly spacious, not too smelly, and better than sleeping on the couch surrounded by the rugrats from hell. "Quit bitchin' and pitch in," I mumbled, quoting Mama's favorite catch phrase for chore time. We worked a solid four hours before we finally stopped for a break. The time passed easily between us and we worked pretty well as a team, which I think surprised us both. The place was looking fairly decent by the time the sun went down. The beer was also down by thenÑ ten out of twelve cans down, most of them in Vinnie. I definitely had a solid buzz-and-a-half going but he seemed to be just fine. The guy could sure hold his liquor. I was feeling tipsy as hell when we finally settled down, him on the bed and me at the kitchenette table, to polish off the last two beers. "Gettin' dark," he mumbled. "No power out here, shoulda brought a lantern." "All good," I shrugged. "I see super well in the dark." Vinnie chuckled between slurps. "Bullshit. Why do you say dumb shit like that?" "Because I can, dipshit." "Yeah? Then what am I doing right now?" He was a good ten feet away in the bedroom and shrouded in shadows, but it was still unmistakable: my brother had his big sweatpants bulge cupped in one hand and was furiously shaking it in my direction. "Same thing you do every night, bro, playing with yourself." Vinnie busted up laughing and gave his junk one last squeeze. "Yeah pretty much. Actually took your advice the other day and jerked off." I sat forward on the bench seat, my beer can sloshing in my hand. Now he had my attention. Vinnie laid back on the RV bed and took a deep swig of his brew. Through the bedroom doorway I had a great view of his splayed legs, clad in those ever present sweatpants. I could just make out his sparkling eyes peering over his expanding beer belly. His crotch, in all its splendor, thrust out toward me. And now the conversation had turned to sex. "Yeah?" I said after a moment. "How'd that go for you?" Vinnie scoffed and threw his head back. "Terrible, bro. I'm a married man! I shouldn't have to jizz in my bathroom sink first thing in the morning." A shudder ran through my body. I pictured my handsome big brother, underwear bunched around his ankles, one hand propped against the wall, the other hand stroking his meaty Italian schlong. I heard his desperately muffled groans of pleasure, pictured his potent dad sperm firing out into that lucky, lucky bathroom sink... "Fuck," I breathed. "I know, right?" Vinnie took another swallow of beer and shook his head ruefully. "This quarantine shit has been the death of my sex life." "Tell me about it." For once, we were in agreement when it came to sex. Neither of us was getting enough. And since we were doing so well, I decided to pry a little further. "So what's the deal with Angie, man?" I asked. "She just won't put out when she's pregnant?" "Pretty much, once she gets to a certain point." "Fuck, you must have to jerk off all the time then," I laughed. "How many kids do you have again? She's pregnant every other week." "Tell me about it, bro." Vinnie took a deep breath and let it out in a long, low whistle. "So... are you always this much of a shithead then?" I half-teased him. "Cuz your whole family hates you right now." Vinnie guffawed and lifted his beer can as if to throw it at me. I ducked beneath the flimsy table, laughing along. When I looked back, Vinnie had gulped down the last of his suds and let out a long, satisfied "Aaah!" We passed a few moments in silence. I could barely make out Vinnie's face in the dimming light but it almost looked like he was working his way up to something. I just sat quietly, sipped my beer, and watched. After a moment he sat up a bit to peer through the askew blinds next to the bed. Satisfied that the nearby yard was empty, he settled back into the bed. His dark eyes sparkled in the twilight. "Usually I have other options," he said at last. I blinked, genuinely shocked. "Wait... what? You have other...?" Vinnie nodded, sniffed, looked away. The Catholic guilt was strong with this one. "Yeah. You know. I'm a man. I got options." "What... options are we talking about here?" Vinnie tsked dismissively, as if I'd just asked the world's stupidest question. "Look at me. I got options." Oh, I lookedÑ and I had no doubt that my cocky hunk of a big bro could get just about any piece he set his sights on. But I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to admit it. "Yeah I get it, Fabio. So, what, you got a housewife on the side or what?" He smiled wolfishly, his teeth agleam in the dark. "Couple of `em." I sat back and shook my head with a chuckle. "You dog. You motherfuckin' dog! Are you serious?" Vinnie shrugged, nodded, beamed. Now he was getting cocky, feeding off his little brother's shock and awe. My usually tight-lipped brother was opening up about his sexploits and I couldn't get enough. "So how many are we talking about here?" He shrugged again. "Just two." "Two? Two mistresses? Two side pieces?" "Yep. Two different married broads on opposite sides of town. Their husbands have no idea," Vinnie said, clearly satisfied with himself. "Does... does Angie know?" "Fuck no!" he exclaimed. He sat up and tried to find my eyes in the dark, but ended up glaring a foot to my left. "And you better not fucking tell her, bro!" "Damn Vinnie... I can't believe you'd cheat on Angie," I said in a mock-serious tone. "I mean, she's a goddess, bro!" "Will you stop fucking calling her that all the time?" Vinnie roared. His anger was fierce, sudden, and totally overblownÑ classic Italian. I was used to it and didn't react. "I know she fucking is but you don't need to remind me. I love Angie and I'd do anything for her, anything! You know that. I only ever do it when shit gets like thisÑ when she can't fuck, or doesn't wanna fuck, or whatever. I mean what the fuck am I supposed to do? I'm a red-blooded man, bro. I need to fucking cum in a hole. Don't tell me you and your fag friends don't do the same shit all the time and don't fucking judge me when I do it." My pulse rose to meet his immediately. Ahh, famiglia. "Don't call my friends and me fags, bro. And I'm not the one who judges people, that's for you and all your church friends. I love that you all play holier-than-thou, Jesus this Mary that and bitch about my lifestyle while you and your friends do all the same fucked-up shitÑ and worse!" "Fuck that," he spat. "I don't fuck dudes in the ass." "No, you just fuck behind your wife's back." "Fuck you," he said, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. His anger was already cooling off. Sure, he ran hot, but he almost always lost steam before things got too far. "Knew I shouldn't have told you." "Whatever, bro. Honestly, I don't care what you do with other chicks. That's your business, bro. I get it. I'm glad you told me." I took a quick sip and added, "And you know I'd never tell Angie, right?" "Shit, you better not," said Vinnie. "You're my little brother, not hers. Don't ever forget that." I couldn't help but get a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomachÑ and my pantsÑ from his oddly fraternal sentiment. "I know, bro. I got you," I replied simply. Vinnie seemed satisfied with that and lay back on the bed. We passed a few moments in companionable silenceÑ me finishing my final beer, him feeling the effects of his last oneÑ and I could tell that the subject was over. Soon we would get up, decide we'd done enough for one day, and drunkenly stroll back to the house. We'd be surrounded by kids and food and chaos and who knows when we'd have a moment like this again... just the two of us, talking about sex. I couldn't just let it pass by. "I'm just amazed you get any sex at all," I blurted out. "Especially with that thing on your balls." Vinnie perked up. My eyes had adjusted enough to see the amused confusion on his face. "The fuck?" "You know what I'm talking about." "What? What thing on my balls? You're fucking crazy." "Are you serious right now?" I asked incredulously. "That big weird thing on your balls." "There's nothing weird on my balls," Vinnie insisted. But he also sat up fully, abuzz with caution. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Now it was my turn to get cockyÑ I had him right where I wanted him. My brother could be such a hypochondriac. "Haven't you and Angie ever talked about it?" "Talked about what?" he yelled, exasperated. Then he shifted and settled back on the bed. "WaitÑ go fuck yourself. You've never seen my balls. When did you ever see my balls? Get the fuck outta here." "No, I'm serious," I said quickly, not wanting to break the spell. "Remember the camping trip? You, me, Angie? Remember our hike?" "Yeah I fucking remember," he grumbled. Vinnie had only ever taken me camping once when I was eleven and he was twenty-one. This was years after he'd dropped out and moved away, when Vinnie suddenly got it in his head that I needed a big brother in my life. So he and Angie convinced our parents that I was mature enough to accompany them on a four-day trip deep in the Redwoods. It was pretty fun, actually, except for our disastrous hike. Vinnie read the trail map incorrectly and got us lost, turning a three-mile trek into somewhere around eight miles of panicked wandering. When we finally got back to camp we were starving, dehydrated, exhausted, and pissed at each other. But that's also when the incident occurred. And that incident made it all worth it. "We had just gotten back to camp," I reminisced. "And we were sweaty and gross, covered in mud from that creek you made us slog throughÑ" "Yeah, yeah, boo-fucking-hooÑ" "And you said you were gonna change first, so you went into the tent and..." "And?!" Vinnie prodded. He was hanging on every word. "And you zipped the tent back up but you only did the screen, not the door, so we could still see right through into the tent. And I guess you couldn't find clean clothes cuz you took off your shorts and you were all bent over with your ass facing out the screen door." "Okay..." "And I walked by and your big bare ass was right in my face, practically." A dreamy tone invaded my voice as I related the oft-recalled memory. "I could see right up your hairy crack and your balls were like, hanging down between your legs and... and that's when I saw it." "Saw what?" he asked timidly. He sounded like a scared kid listening to a campfire ghost story. "I saw the thing on your balls," I said matter-of-factly. "It's on the back, that's probably why you never saw it." "What... what is it?" He sat up further and glanced down at his generous crotch bulge. "What does it look like?" "I'm surprised Angie never mentioned it," I mused. "But she probably just didn't want to scare you." "What the fuck does it look like?!" he pled. Panic seized him. "Do I need to see a doctor? You know how hard it's gonna be to see someone with all this shit going down?" "Dude, relax!" I said nonchalantly. "That was over a decade ago. If it hasn't killed you yet, you're probably fine." Vinnie bolted up off the bed and glared at me. Then he lurched and grabbed the doorway for supportÑ his rolling eyes told me he'd just felt all those beers hit him at once. He regained half his composure and pawed his way to the bathroom compartment. "I swear to God bro if you're fucking with me right now I'm gonna kick your ass." "Why would I do that?" "I don't fucking know," he said with a burp. "But I gotta piss like a race horse and I'm checking this shit out." "Good luck!" I laughed. Vinnie stumbled into the bathroom and slid the louvered door shut. The tiny space amplified the sound of his zipper and the voluminous splash of his piss in the dry bowlÑ Jesus, it sounded like he was manning a fire hose in there. After nearly two solid minutes of urination the RV went eerily quiet and I knew my brother was inspecting his balls. The dim glow of his phone screen lit the crack in the door, followed by a lot of heavy, clumsy bumping sounds. Finally, he cursed under his breath and threw the door open. He entered pulling up his sweats and a whiff of stale crotch and beer piss hit my nose. "You're full of shit, bro. My balls are beautiful." I couldn't argue with thatÑ I'd been jerking off to the memory of those balls for well over a decade. But I wasn't about to tell him that. "Fine bro. Don't believe me." Vinnie perched on the edge of the bed, still self-conscious. "You were just a dumb kid. You didn't know what a man's balls looked like." Couldn't argue with that, eitherÑ and all I wanted was to see them again. "Okay. So prove it." Vinnie sniffed and licked his lips. "Prove what?" "Drop those nasty sweatpants and I'll show you what I'm talking about." Vinnie expelled a puff of air dismissively. "Fuck you. I'm not showing you my balls." "Whatever," I said as if I couldn't care less. "Just ask Angie tonight if you don't believe me. She still lets you get naked in front of her, right? Or are you not allowed to do that when she's pregnant, either?" Emasculating him did the trick. Vinnie stood up, swayed a bit on his feet, and stubbornly stuffed his thumbs into the loose elastic of his waistband. "Fine. But if this is some fucking joke, bro, you're dead meat." And with that, my big brother turned his back to me and bent over. With one swift yank, his sweatpants slid all the way to his ankles. He wore no underwear beneath them, just as I suspected. It was exactly as I remembered. My brother's ass jutted out toward me, his pale skin aglow in the dark confines of the RV. His butt cheeks were perfectly round and perky even when he bent over. The skin was alabaster smooth, except near his crack, where dark, curly hair fanned out from his crevice and dusted the center of each cheek. The twin orbs jiggled like a Jello mold as Vinnie bumped his shin against the bed frame and cursed like a sailor. He stumbled forward unsteadily and wound up bent over the bed with both hands on the mattress, knees resting on the edge of the frame. And there, like an offering from the gods, were those big, beautiful balls. They swung heavily between Vinnie's legs as he settled into place. I could hear them slapping against his thighs when he moved. His ball bag hung low and droopy, corded with veins and studded with coarse, corkscrew curls. His nuts were big and pendulous, easily the size and shape of two plums. The left testicle hung slightly lower than the right, and both lurched upward when Vinnie let out a self-conscious cough. "Well?" he asked. "You gonna come over here and look at my nuts or what?" He didn't have to ask me twice. I was up and moving toward him before he could finish the sentence. But I had to do this right: I couldn't appear too eager. So I slowed my pace and lingered at the door, really drinking in the sight of my big brother's ass splayed open. "I dunno, Vinnie," I said hesitantly. "Are you sure you don't wantÑ" "Come on, bro. I don't wanna sit here like this all night. You said there was something on them, now look!" I couldn't believe my uber-masculine brother was on all fours right in front of me, offering me his ass. The position was distinctly sexual and my cock took notice. I was harder than I'd been in weeks. I had to resist every urge to just take out my dick and shove it in him right then and there. "See anything?" he asked in a nervous voice. I sighed (for dramatic effect) and knelt down at the foot of the bed. With an uncomfortable clearing of the throat, I leaned in toward my prize. Heat radiated off my brother's body and engulfed me as I closed the gap between us. His recently-clothed nether-regions emanated humid warmth, ripe with pungent man-smells... Vinnie had definitely neglected his shower today. I inhaled deeply the scent of his balls, his taint, his ass. His heavy nuts were the most fragrant, their potent testosterone-laced aroma filling the air between us. The sweaty ripeness of his taint smelled exactly like his pits, that masculine body odor that I loved so much. And his assÑ well, it was a straight man's unwashed ass after a long day of work. Sharp, earthy stank emanated from his open hole, his most intimate place, now mere inches from my face. "Can you see?" he asked. His voice sounded a million miles away. "Uh huh," I gulped. Vinnie's melon-shaped cheeks spread before me, the dusting of hair pointing the way to his deep ass crack. I could just imagine the tight pucker of his virgin asshole hidden beneath that tangle of coarse Italian body hair. And those heavy, manly balls swaying in their veined sac, sweaty-pink and fragrant, just inches awayÑ And there was something even bigger and heavier, swaying on the other side of those balls, in the shadow of his torso just beyond my reach. I'd never been this close to my brother's cock before and I wasn't about to waste this chance. "Hang on, it's dark. Let me get my phone." With trembling hands, I pulled the phone from my pocket and switched on the camera. It wasn't until the flash lit up the RV that Vinnie realized what I was up to. "The fuck, bro? You taking pictures of my ass?" "You wanna see this or not?" I countered. "You got a better idea?" He grumbled something unintelligible and shifted his knees. I took two more pictures with flashÑ unbelievable spank-bank material for laterÑ and blinked the light away, letting my eyes adjust back to the dim. "You done?" he asked. "Lemme see." "Hold on," I said impatiently. "There's definitely something there. Move up on the bed, I gotta get closer." "Fuck." Vinnie shuffled forward and I followed. My forearms rested on the mattress as I knelt closer to my brother's upraised ass. The miasma wafting from his genitals was intoxicating. I leaned in for a closer sniff, my nose a mere two inches from Vinnie's low-hanging balls. My cramped cock spurted pre-cum into my already damp briefs. I let out a shuddering breath and watched in awe as his nuts rolled up in their sac and goosebumps rose on his inner thighs. "Fuck, bro," he muttered. "Is that your breath? You're pretty close..." "Yeah, sorry," I answered distractedly. "Hang on, I think I see..." Vinnie jumped a bit as my upturned palm rose to meet his balls. His velvety scrotum rested in my hand and after a moment, the tension gradually drained from him. My brother's testicles lowered into my handÑ first the left, then the rightÑ and I ever-so-slowly closed my fingers around them. Holy shit. I was holding Vinnie's balls in my hand. "See anything?" "Yeah, it's like..." I trailed off, distracted by the bull balls in my grasp. I felt their weight, rotated them slightly, gave them a gentle squeeze. My brother grunted and shifted uncomfortably. I adjusted my grip, made an O with my thumb and forefinger, and wrapped it around his sac. The veiny, hairy skin was warm and pungent. I pulled my hand down until his nuts were bunched at the very bottom of his sac, the skin taut and shiny. Fuck, they were so big. So full of sperm. A deep rumble began in my brother's throat. I caressed his balls with my other hand, gently combing my fingers through the short curly hairs on his scrotum. Fuck, he smelled so good. That manly ball-funk went straight to my dick. It took all I had not to tongue those big, throbbing babymakers right then and there. And in all this groping, I hadn't felt his cock. Not even once. That could only mean one of two things: either my bro had a ridiculously small dick, which I already knew not to be true, or his dick wasn't hanging down against his nuts. Which meant it was hard. I took a final sniff of my brother's nutsac and let go. His heavy balls swung forward and smacked against his inner thigh. I inhaled sharply through my teeth, as if in shock, and followed with a sympathetic wince for good measure. "Hmm... actually it looks like it goes all the way under..." "What? Are you fucking kidding? What is it?" My brother's thighs spread another inch apart, widening the crack of his ass. He peered between his legs, desperate to see what I saw. "Hang on," I assured him. "Let me get... a better... angle." I grunted with exasperation and swiveled my body around so that my back was against the mattress. Like a mechanic sliding under a car, I scooted between my brother's spread knees and wound up with my face right beneath his crotch. And finally, after all these years of wondering, there it was. Good ol' Vincenzo, my own flesh and blood, had the kind of cock that would make our ancestors proud. This thing was perfect, all the right proportions, the sort of phallus that inspired marble statues and shit. It certainly was hard as marble, pulsing against my brother's beer-bloated gut. His cock was etched with veins, the most prominent of which snaked up from the loose skin of his balls and crisscrossed his thick shaft. He was cut, like me, with a wide flared head and deep piss slit. The tight cord of his frenulum stretched down from the prominent ridge of his head, dewy with freshly-dripped pre-cum. Once the initial wave of overwhelming lust crested, my next response was good old-fashioned brotherly ribbing. "Whoa there, Vin... happy to see me?" "Shut the fuck up," he said, looking away in shame. "I'm so horny a breeze gets me hard these days. Just ignore it and hurry up." I chuckled mischievously, making sure my warm breath doused his crotch. Sure enough, Vinnie's erection bounced in answer. Milky pre-cum slid down his tip and formed a droplet that descended toward my forehead. Fuck... he was a leaker, just like me. Like brother, like brother. I was utterly fascinated by this manly display, this powerful man's tool above me, begging for my mouthÑ "I'm about to kick your ass if this is some bullshit, bro," my brother warned. "Dude, chill," I said hurriedly, snapping back into character. I was going to lose him if I didn't make this good. "There's this stuff on your skin, bro, it's like... I don't know how to describe it!" "Fucking try, bro. You're close enough to it!" Vinnie moved an arm to wipe his nose and his junk swayed heavily above me. That droplet of pre-cum broke off and splashed on my cheek, just under my eye. Without hesitation, I reached for my faceÑ which required my arm to circle around the meaty thigh straddling my head. As I surreptitiously swiped Vinnie's pre-cum tear onto my finger and stuck it in my mouth, my arm movement pulled his leg closer to me. His crotch thrust down toward me and Vinnie's already precarious balance gave way. He caught himself when his elbow bounced onto the bed, which brought his hard penis even closer to my face. And with the aphrodisiac of his tangy-sweet pre-jizz flooding my taste buds, I was suddenly not interested in playing nice anymore. "What does it look like, bro?" he pleaded. "Maybe you can feel it," I offered huskily. My fingers once again encircled my brother's scrotum and gently squeezed. His full balls pressed together and another rivulet of pre flowed from his slit. Vinnie sucked in air, his body tensing against my ministrations. "You feel that?" "Yeah I fucking feel that." I massaged my brother's testicles like ben wa balls, rolling, squeezing, and pulling them toward me. "How about now?" "Yeah," he said incredulously. "So?" "How about..." I poised at the edge of the precipice, knowing my next move would change everything... for better or for worse. But fuck it. "...now?" I stuck my tongue out and lathed it across Vinnie's nuts, leaving a trail of warm, sticky saliva on his hairy, wrinkly skin. "Holy fuck," Vinnie moaned. "What was that?" I answered by wrapping my entire mouth around my brother's ball sac. His nuts were huge, way too big, but Mama always said I had a big mouth. I opened wide and took all of Vinnie's testes into my hungry maw. My full lips clamped around his warm skin and I moaned with pleasure. His flavor exploded across my tongue: sweaty, nutty, slightly sour, and all man. "Holy... oh fuck, is that... is that your mouÑ bro!" Vinnie jerked away as the shock passed and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. But almost immediately, his brain registered the pleasure of my tongue and mouth. He didn't have much fight in him to begin with, but when I gripped his ensnared thigh like a vice and tongue-bathed his nuts with renewed vigor, I felt my brother pause. "Aww, bro... no, you can't... I'm so... aww you gotta be fuckin' kidding me... I'm fuckin teabagging my baby bro? Noo..." Vinnie whined and moaned above me. He shifted his weight, ran his hands through his hair and over his face, basically hemmed and hawed and made it very clear that he disapproved of all of this. But he didn't get up or try to pull away again. "Is that your tongue? Jesus Christ... what the fuck is wrong with you?" Vinnie asked as I slobbered all over his massive cum-filled nuts. "How could you do that? To your own... oh God. Motherfucker!" I moaned again, the vibrations of my mouth sending waves of pleasure up through Vinnie's balls. He stopped bitching and resorted to guttural sounds and a long, mournful moan. But I had no intention of stopping... or of staying on his balls. With an audible pop! I pulled off Vinnie's scrotum and sucked in a lungful of cool air. I let go of his ball bag andÑ before he could move or protest any furtherÑ grabbed his rigid cock at the root and pointed it down toward me. Vinnie didn't even have time to register what was happening before he felt my warm, wet mouth envelop his manhood. "Aww, fuck!" Vinnie cried. His penis bucked in my mouth and the tang of his pre-jizz flooded my tongue. "No, bro, you can't... that's my cock, my cock in your... Oh God..." I wish I could say I gave him the five-star treatment. After all the years of secretly lusting after my brother, I wanted him to get my absolute best. But the angle wasn't great, and it was all so rushed, and I wasÑ fuck, we both wereÑ so overwhelmingly horny that it wasn't really about technique or finesse. It was animal. It was desperate and hungry. And holy fuck, it was hot. "You need to stop, bro. Take my... take my cock out of your..." Instead, I slid my mouth all the way down Vinnie's pole, savoring the meaty taste of his unshowered cock. My nose ground into his wild thicket of pubes, ripe with pent-up hormonal musk. Eight solid inches of brother cock impaled my face and filled my throat. But I kept swallowing. One thing I didn't have much of, other than shame, was a gag reflex. When I was really turned on I could practically swallow a traffic cone. So I kept pushing, and finally felt Vinnie's head pop past the last layer of resistance in the back of my throat. I swallowed in triumph and felt my muscles massage his thick coronal ridge. "Oh fuck! You can't do that, bro. I need to cum so bad, don'tÑ oh God!" I only sucked harder. Vinnie's cock sluiced my throat as I bobbed up and down, using my whole head as his masturbation toy. Sensing the invader in my gullet, my saliva thickened into quite the effective lube. It helped him slide easily back and forth and added to the sucking, sloppy, slobbery sounds that filled the empty RV and echoed off the tin walls. "Aww fuck, I can't look at you... my own baby brother... aww fuck this is so wrong... fuck how do you do that with your... oh God. Aww fuck. Fuck that feels... oh my fucking God Jesus Mary and Joseph please forgive meÑ" But for all his verbal protests, my brother never budged. Eventually his hips just started to gently rock, surrendering to the rhythm of my throat-fucking. I eased my grip on his thigh and let my hands travel over his body: first his thick ass cheek, then his muscled back, then under his t-shirt to his hairy nipples. I wanted to explore his musky asshole but knew that would be pushing it. So my groping eventually descended back to his genitals, where I cupped his spit-soaked nuts in one hand and stroked his rock-hard cock with the other, all while sucking and slurping on the end of his rod. "You gotta stop now, bro. I'm getting close. You're making me close!" Mm, mm, mm I urged as I bobbed on his knob. My neck was starting to hurt from all this thrusting but I wasn't about to slow down. I could feel Vinnie's testicles pull up in their sac, readying to fulfill their biological function. And I wasn't going to miss it. "Bro! You're gonna make me nut, I can't... I can't cum in my own brother's mouth. You gottaÑ" Slurp, suck, slurp, stroke. I squeezed my brother's constricted nuts and shoved my nose into his pubes. The head of his cock went further down my bruised throat than ever before and a generous spray of pre-jizz coated my tonsils. "AHHHH motherfucker son of a bitch that feels so fucking good! Bro please, please don't... don't make me cum in... oh God. Oh God. Oh God I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum, bro. It's coming! You're gonna make me cum oh God oh please forgive me fuuuuuck!" I felt it in my hand a split-second before it reached my mouth: Vinnie's cock expanded and twitched as the cum filled his urethra. Then that cum exploded from his piss slit into my mouth in one long, continuous shot. There was no spurt, no drip, no ropesÑ just one long emission, as though the valve to his nuts just opened wide. And as it filled me, his voice filled the RV and the yard beyond. It was the roar of a man unleashed, the unbridled scream of a man dumping his much-needed nut into a warm hole. He was a savage, torn between the taboo guilt in his head and the unutterable pleasure in his loins. And while he moaned out all his conflicted feelings, I just kept swallowing and swallowing the steady flow of my brother's viscous cum. Much like my own, Vinnie's spunk was thick and creamy with a metallic tangy aftertaste. I couldn't believe I was drinking it, right from its manly sourceÑ my brother Vinnie's potent dad sperm, the virile mixture that had produced every one of those bratty kids inside. And now it was pouring into my body like a faucet on high. Even if this never happened again, I could die a happy man. The flow jerked to a halt and Vinnie pulled out almost immediately, dragging his throbbing cock across my tongue. He deposited one last slimy spurt of load along the way and I swallowed it eagerly. Vinnie took a deep, shuddering breath and stood up. "Jesus," he muttered. "Fuck. Jesus Christ." "Yeah," I agreed. I heard the drunken shamble of his footsteps as he shuffled through the RV and clumsily pulled up his pants. Then, with a snap of metal and a blast of cold night air, he was out the door, leaving me with all the clean-up. I added to the mess with two loads of my own before I slowly gathered our things and followed him to the house. I arrived just in time for dinner and we all sat to down to a big, noisy, chaotic family meal. Vinnie acted as if nothing had happened, cool as a cucumber, no weirdness whatsoever. No wonder he was such a good cheater. The change in Vinnie's demeanor, however, was immediately apparent. As Angie and I settled into our usual nightly dish routine, my brother and the kids played raucously in the next room for the first time since lockdown. "Whatever happened out in that RV, please make it happen again," Angie said with a grateful smile. I almost dropped the plate she passed me to dry. "Huh? Nothing happened," I said quickly. "Please, I know he needs `man' time," she continued. "Drinking too much, shooting the shit, just being a guy, I get it. I'm just grateful he has someone to have that kind of time with. I'm really glad you're here." My face burned scarlet. "Yeah. Me too." Peals of laughter erupted in the next room. Vinnie's gruff `monster voice' boomed out: "I'm gonna eat you up! Raaawr!" The kids screamed and stampeded all over the house. Angie cracked up and shook her head in mock exasperation. "Finally, he sounds like his old self," she said with a smile. "I don't care how you do it or how much booze it takes, you just keep that coming." Angie gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze and wiped her damp hand on my t-shirt with a laugh. "I'll make sure you two get plenty of guy time. Deal?" My brother's wife, my own sister-in-law, had no idea what she was suggesting. Would she be so grateful if she knew her husband's good mood was the result of an impromptu incestuous suck-off? How appalled would she be to know that the thought of my brother's cum in me, even now, was making me chub up a little? My face flushed with guilt, but I nodded anyway. "Deal." "Grrrr! The monster is hungry!" Vinnie roared. "Feeed Meee!" I shared a chuckle with Angie and we finished our chores. But all I could think about was my brother's thick load pulsing down my throat in one continuous, heavy stream... and how much more I wanted. The monster was hungry, indeed. And my brother and I were just getting started. ****** Thanks for reading! Support my work by purchasing my book "Stepdad Becomes Real Dad" at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07T2TD4NG Tell me what you think at thejimselfie@gmail.com.