Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 18:41:53 +0100 (BST)
From: Chaim <bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My little brother Timmy

My little brother Timmy.
[t/b masturbation/incest]

Disclaimer:
The following writing is a work of gay fiction.
The following contains scenes of sex between young
brothers.

If you should not be reading such material don't do
it.

English is not my mother tongue.
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Enjoy it, Chaim, from the Netherlands.

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I'm Tom, 17 years old and living with my parents and
little brother in a nice house close to Amsterdam.
Last Friday evening I came back from a skating game
with some friends from school at our half pipe.
Still sweaty all over my body, I took the stairs in a
rush, just dressed in my baggy jeans and a tank top.
Halfway the stairs I paused, hearing a strange noises.
I stop at my younger brother's bedroom door and
knocked.

Timmy, he is my younger brother. I think Timmy is a
cool little kid (at least most of the time) didn't
open the door.
I will tell you some more about my little brother.
Timmy is very young in my eyes, but he is already a
great sportsman. He has a young fresh and still very
smooth developing body, you know he is just 12. Timmy
left this summer his primary school.
I always go to his swimming games, to watch my little
brother making his training and afterwards playing
with his buddies. Giving him advice in the changing
room and the showers.

"Yes?"
My younger brother Timmy answers from within his room.
His voice sounds unusual. In a way he sounds strange!
I open the door and stuck my sweaty head in.

"I'm just back. I am going take a shower. Do you need
to get in the bathroom first?" I ask my little
brother.

"No, that's okay." Timmy is sitting at the edge of his
bed, just wearing a pair of tight white boxers. Timmy
his head is turned away from me.
I can't help it: I admire his cute smooth young body.
He has a great tanned body. And being so being so
young, he is already strong.

"Great. Mom and dad are gone. I will make us some
dinner after my shower,
ok?"

"Ok" He is still not turning his nearly white blond
head to me.
I start to leave and but hesitate a second.

"Is something wrong, little brother? ... Timmy?"
Timmy turns his head around, looking up at me. You
have to know some things about us.
Timmy is the opposite of me. He has very soft long
blond hair on his brown shoulders and deep blue eyes.
Some people get confused and address him like a girl.
I know he hates that!
His blue eyes looked, at this moment, anxious, afraid
and worried.

"Hey, little brother," I say, coming into his small
bedroom.
"Something is wrong, buddy, isn't it?!"

"No, nothing's wrong, really." Timmy hesitates really
I feel it.

"Relax, and go on, buddy. Spit it out, what is on your
mind?"
I wait.

"It's just that..."
My little brother brakes off his line, turning away
from me, as his cheeks get red like hell.

"Come on, buddy," I say, walking to his nearly naked
frame on his bed and sitting down beside my little
brother.

"What's the problem, little one? It can't be so bad
you can't talk to me about it, can it?"
I lay my strong arm across my brother's naked back and
grip his naked slim shoulder.

Timmy starts sobbing.
"I think I got something wrong. I mean something..."

"What? What are you talking about? What's wrong? You
are ill?"

I'm worried and feel his warm trembling frame in my
hands.

"I was sleeping last night having a weird dream. I
woke up and my... I felt very funny... down there..."
Timmy points at his little cock in its cotton prison
of his tight white boxers. His sobs move heaven and
earth. He takes a deep breath before he continues.
"...and it was like I was wetting my bed."
He looks at me in embarrassment.

"I didn't pee in my bed, honest. But it was all sticky
... and I'm afraid something is wrong with me. Maybe
something is wrong, but there was no blood. Just that
sticky stuff and it smelled strange."

"Something wrong with you?"
I grip his naked shoulders to take his smooth naked
frame closer. I try not to laugh thinking about his
shaking body, his little smooth cock, his little
balls. I watched him this morning naked in the shower.
Never thought about my smooth little brother this way.

He must have had his first orgasm!

"You think you have a problem or something?" I mutter,
but I can't hide my smile.

"It's not funny. It's not, Tom, please, it scares me,
really! Why are you laughing about me? You smile! You
like me to be ill?"

I made a serious effort to pull himself together again
thinking about his smooth little balls. Well, well...
my little brother isn't little anymore. His little
balls have cum to share? Wow, this can be fun some
time.
I love my young brother very much and didn't want to
see him feel bad.
"Timmy, I'm not laughing at you, honest."

"You're not?"

"No, honest. You don't have to worry, trust me. There
isn't anything wrong with you."

"I don't have to worry?" His crying stopped as he
looked at me hopefully.
"No, it's the natural way."

"The natural way? How can it be natural? It never
happened before to me."

"Well, it is, and it will happen lots more and you
will love it, little one."
I stroke his blond hair with affection.

"Oh no!" Pete looks so sad. I wonder what to do. Can I
tell him everything, the sexy truth every boy his age
has to know?

"Stop laughing at me. You still have a big smile on
your face. What's wrong with me? Please don't laugh.
Tom, you're my big brother!"

"I told you, everything is ok nothing's wrong with
you," I keep on telling the little boy.
I am getting myself under control. My big hand strokes
his naked smooth warm skin.

"It's the natural way. Its called 'wet dreams', little
one."

"Wet dreams? Sure, I was dreaming. But, Tom, what is
that supposed to mean a `wet dream'?"

"Maybe you don't remember your dream, but you can tell
me. Where were you dreaming about?"

Timmy smiles again.
"I was dreaming about the swimming pool. I was
wrestling with the other boys and when I lost a game I
was on my back. A bigger boy, I didn't saw his face
was pushing me down. He... his swimming trunks were on
my wet body.
I felt his cock and balls pushing on my skin, on my
belly.
But, I mean, just a play, to keep me down... the way
we always do. I felt his wet strong body and his
skin... his legs were close to my chest. He rubbed his
skin on mine...
... and then it started."

I smile at him.
"That was a nice dream little one! You liked the
fantasy in your dream so your cock had a mind of its
own which is normal and natural. You got a boner and
sperm left your body. Wet dreams are as natural as to
jerk yourself off."

"Jerking off?"

"Yeah. You know. Playing with yourself. In books they
call it masturbation."

"Playing with yourself?"

"With your little pee-pee, I mean playing with your
cock."

"Playing with your dick? What do you do? You do that?
I rub my cock sometimes, sure, but what do you mean?"

"You put your hand on your dick and play with it,
stroke it, having a nice fantasy and shake it, you
feel good and then it's like a wet dream only you're
awake."

"Show me. Please Tom, can you show me?"

"I can't show you. I am your big older brother."

"Why can't you show me?"
I stare at my little younger brother for a moment and
then rocked my broad teen shoulders. I don't know what
to do. What the hell, why not.

"Good point, little brother. I will show you. But you
can't tell anyone."
I hopped off the bed and started to unfasten my baggy
blue jeans.

Timmy looks with open eyes. He is very interested.
I give him a good show, I'm very proud of my strong
teen body. Slowly I take my tank top off. Exposing my
teen chest to him. I am very proud of my growing
muscles, the sparse hairs between my little nipples
and the love trail from my navel into my boxers.
My little brother is impressed.
I can see that on his eager face. My teen cock stirs.
Slowly I put my baggy pants down. I show him my white
CK boxers with the outline of my nice teen cock.

"Wait a second. I get something in my room."
Nearly naked I slip out his door, to my own room. I
take the body lotion I use for my own sessions.
I return and toss the bottle on his bed.

"What is that? You use that after swimming!" Tommy
says, surprised.

"Yes, little one, it makes it better," I said, locking
the door. I sit next to him just in my boxers. Slowly
I take them down, exposing my crotch hair half-mast
eager teen cock.

"Get your boxers off too!" I told my brother.

"You mean I have to take mine off too. I have to strip
naked?"

"This isn't a spectator event, little one. We have to
do this together.
Do you want me to show you or not?"

"Ok, ok, I will take mine off."
Timmy jumped up. He stood in front of me in only his
tight pair of tented boxers. Timmy rubs his smooth
stomach and slips his little hand underneath the
waistband of the boxers.
He slips off his boxers and drops them on the floor.

"O.K. you are a good boy!"
In a matter of seconds we are bare ass naked and Timmy
stares at my big teen cock with an open mouth.
"Wow, yours is so much bigger than mine, and you have
a lot of hair around your cock."

"Well, I'm taller than you, am I not?"

"Yes!"

"So why shouldn't my cock will be taller. Yours will
get bigger very soon, and your body hair will grow.
Nothing to worry about."

"Oh, good," Timmy said, with a sigh of relief.

"Now the first thing I like to do is get comfortable,"
I crawl on to his bed and sit up against the headboard
with my legs spread wide and my cock gets rock hard.
I pat the pillows beside me.

"You, too. Get comfortable with me, little one."
Timmy scrambles up beside me and sprawls his still
smooth shorter legs as much as he can.
"Like this?"

"Yes, little one."
I admire his smooth boy body. Wow, what a sight!

"Now we get some of this slick stuff on our cocks."
Unscrewing the lid of the body lotion, I scooped out a
gob of the white stuff and reached over, gripping
Timmy his small but now very stiff cock.

"Oh," Timmy gasped.
"It does feel so good."

"Would I lie to you little one? I told you it would."

"Do you want to know how this goes or not?" teasing
him.

"Yes, please! Now what do I have to do, Tom?"

"Here, get some on your fingers," I say, holding the
jar over to him. Timmy dips his little fingers.
"Now you just smear a little on my cock."
I feel his little fingers on my eager teen cock. Very
careful he puts the lotion on it.
I sigh softly. Damn, this is such a good feeling!
"Now we start playing with ourselves."

"Like this?"
Timmy is stroking his little boy cock.

"Yeah. Like that! You are a good student!"

"Oh hell, it feels so good.
I love it."

"How long have you know about this, big brother?"

"I can't remember, little one."

"Do you do it often?"

"Every chance I get."

"How long does it take?"

"It depends. I can do it fast or take it as long as I
want."

"AH, it's starting to feel like the wet dream
feeling."

"Hold off. Stop stroking and you can make it last
longer."

Timmy took his hand off himself for a moment and
watched his dick shaking at his crotch. His body is
trembling.

"Wow that looked close, boy."
I said, stroking myself with the steady rhythms of a
real teen expert.
"Watch me closely. I will show you some different
techniques."

I stroke my hard cut teen cock from the underside of
my shaft, while my thumb strokes the head.
"Do it yourself!"
I smile at him. This little man is so eager to get his
rocks off.

"Right. You're getting the hang of it. You're a good
brother! Little one!"

"Show me some more. Please!"

"Ok. Let's see. What else feels fucking good? Well,
almost everything feels good. You can play with your
little balls." I tell to my little student, moving my
other hand down between his smooth legs and feeling
the soft skin over his little boy nuts, full of boy
cum.
I was rolling them around and tugging them down in
their little sac.

"Oh yep, man that does feel great!" Timmy sighed. He
follows my example on my hairy nuts.

"It even feels good if you sort of make them ache
sometimes."

"Like hurt?"

"Well, not hurt exactly, though sometimes I kind of
lose track of the difference myself to tell you the
truth."

"I don't think I understand."

"So what? If you got it all the first time, you
wouldn't have anything left to do research on and you
wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Oh no, I want to do lots of research!"

Timmy giggled.
"Lots and lots of research! Do I have to tell you my
developments?"

"Of course and sometimes you have to pass an exam."
Looking at his eager hands stroking his little cock, I
smile.

"That's the way, boy. Oh, I will show you one more
thing that sort of surprised me. Really."

I dip my other hand in the jar before I raised up on
my knees and reach between Timmy his smooth legs.

"What are you doing?" Timmy asks. His tone is a little
worried now.

"Relax a second. Trust your big brother. Let me show
you something very special!"
I tickle with my fingertips again over Timmy his
smooth balls and then slowly down. Lower and lower on
my little brother's crotch right up his narrow crack,
between those white beautiful cheeks of his butt.
"Lift your legs a little, but keep stroking, boy."
I touch his little butt hole.
"There boy. Right there is a lot of fun! How does it
feel?"

"I don't know."

"Relax. Let me push in a little."

My little brother his eyes are wide in surprise, his
mouth drops open, and his legs jerk.

"It feels very funny," Timmy grunts. But he doesn't
fight me.

I grin and wiggle the tip of my finger. I give it some
pressure.
Bingo!
It slips inside.
Wow, my finger is inside my little brother his butt!

Timmy falls back against the headboard as his little
cock spurts his young white cum.
"OH! AGGHH! OH!" he pants over and over.

"Watch it! Slow down! I will get it on with you!"

It takes only two hard strokes on my own eager teen
cock. I feel the boiling need in my balls. I push my
hips forward and shoot my own big teen load all over
my little brother's belly his chest and even on his
chin.

Spurt after spurt leaves his trembling young body.
"OH! This is so fucking great!"
Our white juices mix on his smooth belly.

"This is so wonderful!"
Timmy sighs deep as his young cum complete its flow.
"WOW, So fucking great!"

I sink back on my heels as he milks the last few
spurts of his own shooting. I am running my thumb over
the head of his little boy cock, spreading the last
drops around on its shiny head.

I smile, "Told you, didn't I?"

"Thank you. Thank you a lot, brother."

"Oh, little one, it was great. I enjoyed it. My
pleasure little brother!"

"How long takes it before we can do it again?"

"We, little brother?"

He smiles his beautiful smile at me.

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