Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2021 13:02:35 +0200 From: Kinky boy Subject: My Straight Brother chapter 10 Please make a donation to Nifty. This is a mutiple chapter story. If you wish to contact me, you can do so by email. I'll respond to every email. Before you start reading, I want to thank Valentin Delgrado for his help to check my chapters. I got in contact with him after reading his beautiful story Brotherly games. If you want to read a good story check out: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/brotherly-games/ Chapter 10. When I handed in my exam papers, I felt so relieved. The exam I dreaded the most was finally over. I knew I did a good job. It wouldn't be my best grade, but it would be decent. I walked out of the class in silence, while some others were still working on their exams. Some classmates shot me a confused glance. How could I be finished already? Truth being told, I was a fast worker. Most of the time I was the first to complete my exams. I mouthed "good luck" to them and left the room. Once outside, I took out my phone and texted Nathan. I hadn't indulged all week in my desire to talk to him, but now I did a good exam, it was time to reward myself. I sent him a message asking if we were still on for tonight. Not more than a minute later, I got a reply. "Yeah, sure, I'll be in Bar Rock tonight most likely." I was so happy. I took my bike and paddled home. There was no one home, but I hadn't expected it to be otherwise. Dad and Tim were both at work. I made myself a big sandwich because I was hungry as fuck. I had skipped breakfast since I was too nervous, but now all the nerves were gone, my appetite was back. When I finished my sandwich, I went upstairs and took my geography books out, to prepare for my exam for Monday. Before I started to study, I took off my school clothes and put on a Nike short and t-shirt. Much better in this heat. I had only read the first few pages, when I heard Tim's truck on the driveway. Odd, normally, he would work until 4PM on Friday and then go for a drink with his workmates. I heard the front door slam shut. "Tim?" I called. I heard him leap up the stairs. He came immediately to my room. I turned around and watched as this stud stood in my doorway. He was still in his work clothes. He stood there in his work boots, work pants and white wife beater. The shirt was so tight that it hugged every muscle. He still had his toolbelt on, which I thought was strange. But I was not complaining, it made it feel like I was in a sleazy pornflick. "I came to fix your awning." He said in a deep voice. Now it made sense why he had his toolbelt on. Indeed, my awning has been broken for weeks, so it was time it was fixed. Tim opened the window and leaned out to fix it, all the while I was studying. No, I'm lying, all the while I was pretending to study, but in fact, I was watching my hunk of a brother who was sweating while he was working. I had fallen back in my old habits and snapped some pictures of him. My dick was rock hard in my short and for the first time, I didn't feel the need to hide it. "There, it's fixed!" Tim announced. "My hero!" I giggled, but in fact it was true, Tim was my hero. He took his toolbelt off and leaned with his ass against my desk. "So, how was your exam?" He said while he wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm. I told him it went okay, and I saw him beam with pride. I loved that he cared about me. "Are you studying? Sander, it's Friday, you'll have Saturday and Sunday to study!" He rolled his eyes, not understanding why I was so studious. "Besides..." He started with an evil grin on his face. "You haven't thanked me for fixing your awning." "Thank you, Tim." I mumbled, a bit surprised that he wanted me to thank him. I looked him in the eye, he raised his eyebrows and then looked down. My eyes followed where he was looking, and I saw he was groping his massive bulge. He then snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of him. I got the hint and kneeled before him. "Good boy!" He said as if he was talking to a dog, displaying his shit-eating grin on his face. I sat up and stuck my hand out to open Tim's pants. Tim swatted my hand away. He put his hand on my forehead and pushed me down, until my ass was on my feet. "Don't be presumptuous, slut! I decide when and if you get to suck my pole." He said in a deep voice, while he groped his dick through his pants. I loved when he behaved so dominantly. "Take off your clothes!" He growled. I stood up and undressed. When I stood there naked, Tim snapped his fingers again and pointed at the floor. I went back to the previous kneeling position. He walked around me. When he stood behind me, he came extremely close, until I was sitting between his legs. I could feel his crotch at the back of my neck. He put his hands on my shoulders and grabbed them hard. He browsed his hand down over my chest and pinched my nipple. Gently at first, but harder each passing moment. He kept pinching until I let out a small protest, involuntary. Tim chuckled. It hurt, yet I couldn't deny that it was fucking exiting. He let go off my nipple and moved his hand up, to my throat and then under my chin. He pushed my head back. I looked him straight in the eyes. "Open up!" He ordered. I did open my mouth and Tim spat right in it. His hand, which was still under my chin, pushed my mouth closed, he put his other hand over my mouth. "Now swallow, whore!" I did as I was told. It made me so horny. Tim must have seen that my dick leaking precum, because he ordered me to lick the precum from the floor. I did as I was told and licked my own precum from the floor. While I was down, Tim placed his foot on my back, to hold me down. He reached down and spanked my ass. The applied pressure of his work boot on my back made me feel so helpless, yet I trusted Tim so much. "Fucking faggot!" Tim exclaimed with a sneering chuckle. He kept his foot on my back, and when he spanked my ass again, he let his hand rest for a second on my ass. Then he started to caress it gently. He put both hands on my butt and gently spread my cheeks apart. I heard him hogging up some spit, and then I felt the spit landing in my ass crack. With his thumb, he started to spread the saliva around. I pushed back out a little, to show him I was ready for whatever he wanted. His thumb pushed against my ass and entered my hole just a little. I moaned in pleasure. Tim took his foot off my back, and sat on my back, turning away from me. He spat again on my ass. This time he used his index finger. I felt him entering me. There was a shot of adrenaline running through me. I whimpered in pleasure. "You like that, huh? You fucking whore!" I felt a second finger entering me. He waited for a few seconds to let me get used to it. When he felt me relaxing, he started fingerfucking me. Slowly at first, but when he felt I was relaxed enough, he went faster and faster. All the while I kept moaning, until there was no holding back and I came on the floor, without touching myself. Tim stood up. "Look at the fucking mess you made, dirty whore! Clean it up!" He ordered. I reached for a tissue, but he pushed the box away. "With your tongue!" He barked. "And when you're done, I've got something else you need to take care off!" After I was done licking off all of my cum, he ordered me to sit back on my knees, with my hands behind my back. He stood in front of me. Towering over me, he seemed even more impressive than he was. He opened his fly and took his dick out. He was not wearing any underwear. His dick was fully hard and a drop of precum leaked from the tip onto the floor. "Okay slut, you know what to do!" I sure knew what it was he wanted. I leaned forward and wanted to grab his dick with my hands, when he said: "I told you, hands behind your back!" I tried a second time, using only my mouth. I engulfed his dick and Tim immediately put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me deeper on his dick. We got a good rhythm going on. I bopped my head up and down that fucking hot pole. "Oh man, you give fucking awesome head, slut!" Tim sighed. I looked up at him and saw he was looking down at me with a grin on his face. With each hip trust, his balls slapped my chin. The smile on his face made room for a determined look on his face. He bit his under lip and curled his upper lip up. He was getting close. Two more trusts and I heard him groan and seconds later, I felt his sperm filling my mouth. After he was done, he kept standing there, his deflating dick still in my mouth. I didn't dare to move. I looked up to him. He wiped the sweat of his brow. He let himself fall back on my bed and sighted. "Man, I needed this!" I sat there on the floor, still in an afterglow. I enjoyed this so much. "Take off my boots!" Tim ordered. I did as I was told. I took off his boots and his socks. Both were damp from his sweat and smelled awesomely. I sniffed them and my dick rose to attention again. "You sick bastard!" Tim laughed. He leaned on his elbows and looked me straight in the eyes. He didn't say a word, but suddenly came off the bed and sat on his knees in front of me. He put his arms on my shoulder and leaned towards me. He kissed me on my lips, and I felt his tongue licking at my lips. I opened my lips slowly and his tongue entered my mouth. Tim let himself fall back on the ground and took me with him, so that I was laying on top of him while we made out. It felt so good in his arms. I didn't want to stop kissing him and Tim didn't seem to be in a hurry to end it either. When he finally broke the kiss, I was a little frustrated, but still felt in total bliss. He must have seen that I was frustrated, because he gave me a peck on the lips and said: "Don't worry, I'm just going to get out of these hot clothes." He stood up and took all of his clothes off. His dick was semi hard again. When he was naked, he stuck his hands out to me. I grabbed both of his hands and he pulled me up. When I stood in front of him, he put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer. Our dicks touched each other. He puckered his lips and dropped a kiss on my lips. While we made out, he let his hands travel down my legs. He lifted me from the floor and guided my legs around his hips. He was so strong. I held on to him. He walked forward until we reached my desk. With one sweep of his arm, he cleared my desk. Books, pens, my phone, all landed on the floor, while Tim laid me down on the desk. I looked him in the eye. My face must have shown how confused I was, because he caressed my face and whispered: "Don't worry, baby, I want this too." He rested my feet on his shoulders, and what he wanted began to dawn on me. Suddenly, I became very nervous. It was what I always dreamed about, but now that it was about to become a reality, I was scared. Tim was milking his dick and he caught the excessive amount of precum in his hand. He then smeared it on my virgin hole. While he was coating my hole with his precum, he let the tip of his finger enter me. At first, I was afraid, but he was very patient, and I started to relax. A few moments earlier, he had fingerfucked me, but now that I knew what was coming, I was more nervous. "That's it, baby, relax, open up for me." He instructed me. When he felt he could do it, he slowly moved his finger deeper. He retracted his finger and then pushed it all the way in again. This caused my dick to jump. He leaned over me and started to kiss me. I put my arms around his neck. He then added a second finger and kept fingerfucking me. With each thrust he increased the pace. My dick was leaking precum like hell. "I think you're ready." Tim softly said in my ear. I knew I wanted this so bad. I wanted to lose my virginity to Tim. He kissed me deep and long. "Okay?" Tim asked after the kiss. I simply nodded, there was no need for words. I didn't want to break the atmosphere by talking. Tim stood back up and placed my feet back on his shoulders. He lined his dick with my hole and milked some precum from his dick. He started to push his dick against my opening. Involuntary I tensed up. Tim misinterpreted it and thought that I didn't want it anymore. "Do you want me to stop, baby?" He was gentle and concerned. I shook my head no. "Try to relax, I'm not going to hurt you. If you don't feel comfortable, just say so and I'll stop immediately." His words did comfort me. I relaxed and I felt Tim entering me. It fucking hurt, and I tensed up again. Tim stayed still and did let me accommodate him. He waited for what felt like a minute, and then pushed further in. I cried out, but the pain started to subside into pleasure, little by little. Bit by bit, Tim penetrated me further. I had no sense of time, but it felt like it lasted for a long time. Then suddenly Tim announced with a deep voice that he was completely inside. I felt so full. I loved the feeling. "Are you all right?" He inquired nervously. "I love this, and I love you!" Was all I could say. "I love you too!" Tim answered. His dick was still buried in my ass when, suddenly, he leaned over and started kissing me. While he did this, he pulled out his dick all the way. I felt empty and whimpered because of the emptiness I felt. "Don't worry, I'm going nowhere!" He said while he drove his dick back in, slowly. I started to moan in pleasure. This encouraged Tim to go a little bit faster. Gradually, he built up the pace and after a short time, he was fucking the shit out of me. He pounded my ass. I could feel his balls slapping my bare ass. Pearls of sweat ran down Tim's torso and dripped onto my chest. Tim reached behind me and took me in his arms. I put my arms around his shoulders. He lifted me off my desk and held me in his arms, while he slowly walked to the bed. He sat down; his dick still buried in my ass. I started to hump his pole, while we furiously made out. I couldn't hold on much longer and with a load moan my cum splattered on both our chests. This triggered Tim too, making him shoot his cum in me. We were both beat after that. We stayed in each other's arms, my head nestled on Tim's shoulder, while he rested his head onto mine. There was no need for words. We enjoyed the afterglow together. Tim's dick was still buried in my ass, but I could feel he was deflating. When he finally pulled out of my ass, it seemed to wake us up from our trance. "Want to shower together?" Tim asked. I simply nodded. It was as if the ability to talk had left me. I felt so blissful. After our joint shower Tim asked me about my plans for that evening. I told him I was going to meet Nathan in Bar Rock. "If you want, I can drive you! Maybe it's time I meet this guy." Tim suggested. "But, it's a gay bar!" I pointed out, shocked because I couldn't picture Tim in a gay bar. Tim started laughing. "Duh, you idiot, I know it's a gay bar. But I don't think it's forbidden for a straight dude to have a beer there?" We both were famished from our afternoon activity. We didn't feel like cooking, so we went to get a kebab. After we had eaten, I went upstairs to get dressed. I was nervous. I wanted to impress Nathan. I tried on several outfits before deciding on a short-sleeved shirt and tight jeans that made my ass look great. Tim had changed in a white shirt and a light brown chino. The shirt was hugging his body. Damn, he looked sexy! All eyes would be on him for sure. "Do you want to go for a ride on my bike?" Tim asked. When he saw my worried face, he burst out laughing. "I was just kidding buddy!" When we arrived in Bar Rock, it was mostly empty. The place was only open for 50 minutes when we arrived. When we entered, I saw Brecht stocking the fridges. He had his back turned to me. I took a deep breath and walked over to the bar. I had promised myself that the first chance I got, I would introduce myself. "Hi Brecht!" I shouted louder than I intended to do. "Just a minute!" He shouted back, while he finished the last fridge. When he was done, he turned around. The moment he saw me, he smiled because he recognized me. I introduced Tim as my brother. Brecht shook his hand and shot me a conspiring smile. I started blushing. "So, tell me, what do you guys want to drink? It's on the house!" Tim ordered a beer, but I stuck to a ginger ale. We talked about small things, once in a while interrupted by customers who ordered drinks. The bar started to fill, and I kept shooting glances at the door, hoping each time someone entered that it would be Nathan. Each time I was disappointed. Tim drank the last drops of his beer. "Hey Sander, will you be okay?" Tim asked "I promised Daphné that I would come over tonight!" "Yeah, I'm fine!" "Okay, give me a call when you want me to pick you up." He said while he patted my back. I nodded. When he was gone, Brecht leaned over the bar and whispered so that no one could hear him. "You have great taste, brother or not, I would lust for him too." He winked. I turned crimson and laughed nervously. "Have you seen Nathan?" I asked, when the door opened for what felt the 100th time without him entering. "Yeah, he was here when we opened, to pick up his boyfriend, but they left quickly after." The sentence hit me like a bucket of cold water. I must have heard it wrong. Brecht did not just tell me that Nathan had picked up his boyfriend. I was his boyfriend. Brecht must have been misunderstanding something. He didn't notice my anguish though. "Yeah, his new boy toy, flavor of the week. In a few weeks he'll grow tired of him and another innocent twink will take his place." Brecht said while he was cleaning the bar. He didn't notice that tears were building up in my eyes. How could he say such things? Nathan loved me. He wouldn't have done what he did with me the previous week if he didn't love me. Brecht must be mistaking, he had to be wrong! "Speaking of the devil..." Brecht smirked as the door opened. "There" He exclaimed, finger pointing at the main door. "That's his boyfriend, he's cute right?" He chuckled slyly. I turned around on my barstool. When I caught the sight of the guy who walked in, my heart broke in a thousand pieces. It was like the floor opened up beneath me. I couldn't believe it. In the door frame, stood my best friend, Tijs. The one who always had my back. I couldn't believe Tijs had done that to me. Not Tijs. This could not be true. Then, Nathan entered and showered all remaining spark of hope that it had all been a huge misunderstanding. He dropped a peck on Tijs' lips, and I knew Brecht had not been wrong. I turned back around to Brecht so he could say he was wrong. That this was not true. Brecht shot me a concerned look. "Sander, what's wrong? you look like you've seen a ghost. You're white as a sheet." I couldn't speak, instead I let tears run down my cheeks. Brecht rushed around the bar and took me in his arms. I put my head on his shoulder and started to sob. I couldn't control it anymore. "Tina, can you take over! I'm going to take a break!" He shouted at his colleague. Brecht guided me past the bar, to a storage room. He sat me down on a sofa and sat beside me. He put his arm around me and caressed my back. I couldn't help but cry uncontrollably. I was so shocked. I started hyperventilating. "Breath with me!" Brecht guided me. "Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out." I managed to regain control of my breathing. But the tears didn't stop. "It's okay, let it all out." Brecht told me. I was so grateful for his presence. I felt comforted by him. When the tears stopped, he stood up and handed me a glass of water. I drank it as if I was parching. I took large gulps and handed him the glass back. I told Brecht everything; about Nathan, about my best friend. "Bastard!" was all Brecht said. Brecht took out his phone. "Hi, I need a huge favor. Could you come tonight and take over my shift? Please, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important!" Brecht paced the room, while he scratched his head. He turned to me and asked: "Do you want something else to drink?" "Water, please." I hoarsely replied. He took my glass and filled it again with water and gave it to me. "Yeah, I'm still here! You can? Great! I'll own you one man!" He sat back next to me and put his arm around me. "I'll have to go back to work, until my colleague is here to replace me. Will you be okay here on your own?" "I think so." "When he's here, I'll take you somewhere else. We can go out the backdoor, so you don't have to see them again." I faintly smiled at him,he was so sweet to me. "Do you want me to call your brother?" I hesitated, but I didn't want Tim to see me like this. Besides, I was scared of what he would do. If he knew, he would kill Tijs or Nathan, or both, I was sure of that. I shook my head. "Okay, I'll be behind the bar, my colleague will be here in about 30 minutes." He sat on the coffee table right in front of me. I was staring at my feet. He put his hands on my knees and squeezed them. "Hey, won't you smile for me?" I looked up at him and forced a smile. "That's better! I know you don't mean it now, but this will pass too, and you'll be smiling again." When he left, I sat there alone. I hated them: Tijs and Nathan. All fell into place. That's why Nathan ignored me most of the time. That's why Tijs had ignored me all week. I was such an idiot. Why hadn't I connected the dots. It was Tijs in the car with Nathan at McDonalds on Wednesday. "Tijs, why...?" I mumbled to myself as the tears came back. I sobbed uncontrollably. I felt empty inside. Suddenly the door opened, and Tina came in. She took a bottle of Jack Daniels from the shelf and looked at me. "Men are pigs! It's his loss, cutie!" She said as she ruffled my hair and walked away. I was thankful for her words. She looked fierce, but she seemed nice. In the backroom was a sink and a mirror. I walked over to it. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were puffy and red from crying. I splashed some water in my face, just as Brecht walked in. "Okay, let's get out of here." I followed him outside and to his car. He opened the doors and I got in. When he sat behind the wheel, he turned to me. "What do you want to do now?" He asked. I shrugged. "We can go to a quiet bar or, if you trust me, I can take you to my place." He said to me in a calming voice. "I promise, I won't take advantage of you." He smirked. I laughed too. "That's better. I'll hope to hear you laugh more." He said while he started the car. "So where do you want to go?" "To your place." I responded. I trusted Brecht and I didn't want anyone to see me. He started the car. It was only a short drive before he drove into an underground parking lot. He parked the car and we both got out. We took the lift to the 5th floor. When we entered his apartment, I asked if I could use the bathroom. When I got out of the bathroom, he called for me. "Sander, I'm here!" I followed his voice. He sat on the sofa, with candles lit around him. On his lap was a beautiful kitten. He invited me to sit next to him. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shrugged. "Nathan is a dick!" He suddenly said. This triggered something in me, and I started talking about what Tijs meant to me, and how I was in love with Nathan. All the while Brecht kept listening. Brecht's kitten left his lap and came over to me. She walked on my lap and then put her front paws on my chest. She then gave me a nudge with her head against my cheek. "She wants to comfort you. She likes you!" Brecht said, and then whispered a barely audible: "And so do I." I shot a confused look at him. "As a friend, I mean!" He specified. I smiled at him. He was such a sweet and caring guy. "You know...," I started to tell him, leaving a big pause to gather my thoughts before continuing. "I hate Nathan, and he did hurt me. But that's not why I'm so upset. Why would Tijs do this to me? He's straight, for fuck's sake!" I yelled, louder than I intended and the tears came back. "Like I said, Nathan is a dick. He only thinks about his own pleasure. He's all about the chase. He wants to conquer, but when he has, he goes on to the next prey. He's notorious for leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him." Brecht sighed. "When you told me you met him, I didn't know what he did to you. I had hoped that you guys only talked and that I could warn you about him. I should have told you." "You couldn't have. I wouldn't have listened." I sobbed. Brecht gave me a hug. All of a sudden, I felt guilty. Here I was, talking about myself, ruining this guy's Friday night. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "Hey, what's this now? Why are you apologizing?" He said while he held me close. "For ruining your evening." "Ah, don't worry about it. That's what friends are for." He called me his friend and that made me happy. I sniffed, because my nose started running. Brecht stood up to get me a tissue. My phone buzzed. It was dad, saying he would spend the night at Martine's. That was a relief. I didn't want dad to know about all this. I looked at the clock. It was after 1am. I couldn't believe I wasted the whole evening sobbing. "Sander, if you want, you can stay here." Brecht offered. "As friends!" He quickly added. "You can have my bed; I'll crash on the sofa." "Thank you for the offer, but I should get home." I straightened myself up in the bathroom while I waited for Tim. I had decided not to tell anything to Tim. I felt so embarrassed, and I didn't want him to think of me as stupid or pathetic because I had not seen this coming. I just came out of the bathroom when Tim pressed the bell. "I should go." I said to Brecht. He handed me a piece of paper. "Here's my number. Please call me or text me." He gave me a hug and told me that everything would be okay. In the car I didn't say much to Tim. When he noted that I was very quiet, he blamed it on me being tired. "So, how come I haven't met your boyfriend now?" He inquired. I swallowed my tears before answering. "I decided that I didn't like him as much as I thought." I lied. Well only partly lied. I hated Nathan's guts right now. The crying had me exhausted and before we were home, I had already fallen asleep. I was awoken when Tim parked the car. I got out of the car, mumbled good night to Tim and went straight to my room. I closed the door, got undressed and lay on my bed. I looked on my phone for pictures of Tijs and the tears came back. Who was this guy? I thought I knew him, but I was wrong.