Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 04:31:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: iku_iku227@aol.com
Subject: Much Bigger Bro

I had always been super close with my little bro Dante. He was 3 years
younger than me and followed me around like a little puppy dog. Following
my every step and hanging on my every word. He was definitely my shadow if
I didn't have one. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the admiration
I got from him. He was the annoying little brother I wish I never had but
somehow was glad was always around boosting my ego.

I remember it like it was yesterday; the first time Dante climbed into my
bed. I was 14 and he was 11. There was this big thunderstorm. The rain was
pouring down really hard, and the thunder sounded like explosions in the
sky. This though was my favorite kind of weather. It was when I got my best
sleep. But I couldn't say the same for Dante. And this night the storm was
extra heavy, and extra loud. I was knocked out in a deep slumber, having a
great dream might I add. One of those dreams that 14 year olds had where
they wake up stuck to their sheets. But I never got to finish my dream that
night. Once I really got into it I started feeling something wet tickling
my feet. I tried to ignore it but eventually gave in and woke up. I threw
the covers off and there was Dante curled up at the bottom of my bed. His
arms wrapped around my ankles, as his head rested on my feet. He was using
my feet as a pillow and drooling away. The feeling was more than awkward. I
gave him a little kick and he let my feet go. Then I threw him a pillow,
and we both got comfortable and went back to sleep.

Over the years this sleeping arrangement became common, and more than just
during storms. Every night we'd climb into my bed and cuddle up to one
anothers feet and drift away like two little babies. As we grew older and
more comfortable with this, we'd both often slip one anothers toes in our
mouths and suck away till we were in a deep slumber. My brother and I got
the best sleep together. We loved each other's feet. Then I turned 18 and
went away to college, and it was all over.

The next four years in college was the worst sleep I had ever gotten in my
entire life. It had become damn near impossible for me to fall asleep
without the smell and taste of my brother's smelly little feet in my face.

Well fast forward a few years later. I'm 24 and Dante had just turned
21. He was a junior in college, and having a very tough time at it. So he
dropped out. Our parents weren't at all happy with this. So when Dante said
he was moving back home, they were having none of it. They were more than
disappointed in him, and way beyond angry that he'd wasted all there money,
only to end up a college dropout. They didn't even thank twice about not
allowing him to come back home. So my brother was now essentially homeless,
and jobless; and my parents didn't care. So I only did the natural big
brother thing and let him move in with me.

I had a really nice two bedroom apartment. Very plush and very cool. It was
my bachelor pad, and I was more than proud of it. The process of moving
Dante in wasn't exactly easy though. My second bedroom was more of a giant
closet /gym. So we'd have to move all my heavy workout equipment and find
somewhere to put all my clothes, before Dante could move in. The clothes
were the easy part but the workout equipment was more than a hard job. And
with me working most days long hours I had no time to move it. So for the
first week or so Dante had to ride the sofa.

It wasn't until the second week when things changed. I was knocked out cold
in my plush king sized bed. It was raining, so I was more than comfortable.
Then all of a sudden the loudest thunder started rumbling. It didn't bother
me though, it barely woke me. But what did wake me was the now much bigger
body of my little bro climbing in my bed.

Since we'd last been in bed together my brother had really grown up. He was
now 6'4" and quite built. After I went away to college he started playing
basketball for our old high school team, he was actually a really great
power player, although he didn't make the college level. He did however
maintained the physique of baller though . And his feet were much bigger
and longer now, and had a way stronger manlier smell. I sat up and laughed
at him as he climbed into the bed, "You still scared of thunder D. A grown
ass man still scared of thunder." He laughed too then told me to shut up,
playfully kicking one of his big man feet right into my face. I then
playfully tickled his toes, guessing he was still pretty ticklish down
there. We both laughed and giggled in bed, like we were two big kids. It
wasn't long before we were both fast asleep, cuddled up to each other's man
feet.

The next morning after I woke up from the best sleep I'd had since I was a
teenager, Dante and I decided it'd be better if we both just slept in my
bed, and leave the other room as a gym. For the next few months that was
the arrangement. Dante and I would go back to our old childhood habit and
just sleep together, head to toe. It wasn't long though before we fell back
into other old habits. Everynight as we fell asleep, we'd give each other
the best foot jobs anyone could give. Afterall we did have plenty of
practice growing up. Eventually it became less of a way to fall asleep and
more just something we liked to do for one another. We'd now just be
hanging around the house, maybe watching a game or something on tv, and one
of us would just start going at the other's feet. I just liked to make my
brother feel good and he like to make me feel good too, and in the best way
we knew. This now became our routine, especially in the early days before
Dante found a job.

I would come home from work [I was a teller at a bank, working my way up to
loan officer], and just flop down on the sofa exhausted, after being on my
feet all day. And being the good brother he was Dante would come right over
to me, slowly remove my shoes and socks and give me a nice foot massage.
After he had thoroughly cracked all my toes and tenderized every muscle in
my foot, he'd go to work tonguing and sucking my entire foot. Making sure
to suck each toe bone dry. My brother always knows how to make me feel
better.

One day though, I had a really rough day at work. When I got home Dante
could sense it on my face, and began his work of making me feel better. He
went through all his usually steps: removing my shoes, the massage, and
finally the toe sucking; but nothing seemed to make me feel better or even
relax. Then I felt him start to reach up my pant leg. He didn't stop until
his big basketball palming hand was resting right on my crotch. I never
expected this from him; but I was too tired to care. I let him have his
way. Next thing I know he's undoing my belt and pulling my zipper down. I
sat back letting him continue. Soon my pants are opened and my brothers
rubbing my dick with nothing between it and his hand but the thin matarial
of my briefs. Then he stops rubbing me and starts loosening my tie, and
unbottoning my shirt. Then he grabs me by the tie and pulls me close to him
with more force and strength than I knew he had. My shirt now opened, he
finds my neck with the familiarness of his wet tongue. I close my eyes and
just sit there, letting my little bro take control. Then he began kissing
down my hard hairy chest, till he finds my nipple sticking straight out.
Then with his juicy lips he begins sucking my nipple deep and strong into
his mouth. Sliding it between his teeth, then flicking it hard with his
tongue. I moan so hard. I had never had someone suck my nipples before or
even play with them. Then he released my nipple, and began tracing kisses
down my stomach. Taking time to kiss every individual one of my lightly
hair covered abs. Then he reaches under me and pulls my legs up, till I'm
flat on my back. He grabs the waistband of my briefs and begins pulling
them and my pants off in one fell swoop. My dick sprang out of its cotton
jail. My brother caught it in his hand, then ran his tongue down the whole
length of my shaft. Then he stood up,standing between my legs. Placing one
of my knees over each of his hips, his strong arms around my back and
lifted my mostly naked [ except for tie and opened shirt] body in the air.
I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck. The years of
basketball and training in the gym made my little brother now much bigger
and much stronger than me. He carried me into my room, and layed me on my
[our] bed. Then his tongue found my dick again. Slowly with his tongue he
led my dick in his mouth till I felt the back of his throat. He took me in
his throat so expertly. I was so proud of my baby bro's skills.  That day
his tongue touched every inch of my body before I shot my load in his
mouth. I was so surprised and proud that my little brother was willing and
able to please his tired big bro [his man] . Later on that night while in
bed before sleep, I let my big little bro fuck my hole, but not til after
he got it good and with his expert tongue.