Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2018 21:28:36 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 1 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is my first story, so I hope it goes well. Please email any solid feedback to army.mando9@gmail.com This is planned to be a long form story, so it'll be a little light on sex and heavy on world building for the first 2 chapters, so bear with me. Chapter 1: The Table-setting "Your brother is moving in with us!" Mom said to me, showing excitement I couldn't match. I faked a smile as best I could, but despair took over. Where is he sleeping? Is he gonna bully and torture me more? Maybe he'll be too busy chasing tail and doing dumb shit with friends to be home. "Now Armando," she continued, "this means you have to share your room, but his dad bought us a bunkbed for y'all to share, so it won't be too bad right? Plus you can have the top bunk." Sure mother, try to ease the pain. Another layer of despair hits me. Ugh, this keeps getting worse. "Go get your shoes on, now. They'll be here soon and we all have to help move his stuff in." Salt in the wound, mother. Pure salt. And on cue, we see a truck pulling up boxes of furniture. I already spied my brother in the passenger seat, one foot defiantly on the dash. Ben and I are half brothers. He, from a time when my mother could make easy mistakes in high school but couldn't afford the consequences, and I, from a time when she knew better. She had to let him grow up with his dad and their family, since mom couldn't do it by herself. I would see Ben on rare occasions, but otherwise we grew up in separate but intersecting lives. While he was only 3 years older than me, Ben always passed off as a little older, a little more mature (though the personality would immediately destroy that idea.) Thanks to his dads genes, he got scruff early on, developing a nice 5 O'Clock shadow where his classmates were enjoying their shadow-staches. While puberty hit everyone like a bag of bricks, he caught that bag and built a throne. He stood a little taller, a little bulkier from helping on the ranch all summer, and a smile that worked like a searing knife, cutting through any icy armor. He wasn't some jock with model muscles, but he looked better for it. He looked human, perfection in flawed form. Brown hair, dark eyes, always ready with joke. He was a prankster and a clown at heart. Always doing something to make himself laugh, usually at the expense of me. It was cute at first, innocent stuff, but time has only made the humor worse, with an air of hostility. Some (I) would say it was insecurity, but oh well, good looks can take your mean jokes far. Me, 13, on the other hand, lacked such nice masculine lineage. The only way you could tell we were related was the smile we reflected at each other. But I was always stuck in a face that was both "youthful" and "cute." Always a boy, never a man. But I always knew I was gay, from watching soap operas with my grandmother and how the guys in them were so handsome and always had some excuse to be shirtless. It persisted for years, lingering gazes at underwear catalogs and peeking in locker rooms. I didn't really know how to focus these feelings, how to vocalize how I am, being from Texas, it wasn't really talked about till you were too old for it to matter, but it still set me apart from everyone. Most of the day was spent moving and building important furniture in my room, which grew alarmingly smaller by the hour. Bed, stereo, posters of movies and pin ups of models, my room evolved from plain but nerdy simplicity to cliche rebel youth. I helped him unpack in a room that we will now share, my privacy divided. Thoughts turned in my head "Will he hog my games? Will he snore loud? Will he interrupt my comfortable newfound addiction to jacking off?" But those hit a screeching halt the second I saw how he looked. The way his ass looked as he bent to grab something under the bed, the dark patch of delicious hair underneath his arms as he lifted some boxes in the closet, how his arms tensed as he moved some furniture, how his eyes pierced as they- "ARMY!" I snap out of my trance, Ben looking at me with confusion. "Fucks gotten into you, dork?" "Watch your mouth!" Mom chimed in, bringing in some clothes. "Sorry, ma. Bad habit." He tried to sound sincere, but his smile said otherwise. "I know, your dad always had a... colorful language. But just make sure your brother doesn't pick up on your bad habits." "Yes ma'am. I'll make sure Army stays straight." he snickered to himself, thinking he was clever. I coughed a little, flustered. "I'm fine. I only curse when needed, thanks..." followed by a whispered "you dick" to Ben, to which I got polite middle finger. "Well Ben, if you are missing anything, your dad will be back this weekend with the rest of your stuff. But please go to bed soon, you start school soon and I don't want you keeping your brother up late." Mom gave us both a kiss on the forehead, and left. "Yeah, ma, whatever. See you tomorrow." Ben set himself down on the bottom bunk and laced his hands under his messy dark hair. " Well Army, guess this is it... Fuck. I hate sharing a room with people. How am I supposed to bring chicks over now?" Ben sighed to himself. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure the cows you picked up back in the farm were begging for alone time-" THWACK Ben threw out a swift punch to my shoulder, making me wince in pain. "Say that again, bitch." I stayed silent and fled to the top bunk and he retreated back to his bed. Now, while my brother and I never spent a lot of time together, we always shared an... antagonistic relationship. We always regarded each other with contempt, always trying to one up the other with an insult (me) or a punch (him.) That's the other reason I was scared about us living together... It would end up with us absolutely hating each other. Ben stood up and started to undress for bed. I tried my best to retain my anger for him, but it melted away to curiosity. I hid behind a book, but in-between ignored pages of fantasy, I found a better reality to read. He turned around, and took off his shirt, and I burned a hole into his back, entranced by his broad shoulders, mesmerized by the freckles that marked that canvas, hypnotized by the curve of his spine flowed to that juicy ass of his. Then came off the belt, the shoes, the socks, and my breath got caught in my throat as he started on his jeans. Time felt slowed as he dug his thumbs into the waistband, and pulled down, revealing to me an image that I would want forever burned into my spank bank. He stepped out his denim prison, and stood in the glory of white briefs, casually looking at his phone while he scratched himself and stretched. I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way these iconic, these classic, these perfect underwear molded themselves to him. An ass barely constrained by the fabric, perfectly shaped and round, the kind of twin peaks you could get lost in. He stretched him arms, and I watched how his back muscles danced in return, almost thankful for being part of such a hot Adonis. "Lights out, fucking loser." Ben muttered, stepping to the light switch. "B-but... I'm not done reading yet," I lied. My eyes and my cock got a hit of a delicious drug, and it was hankering for more. "Well who's the boss here, bitch? Read your fag shit later." Before I could consume myself on the view of his front, the room descended into darkness. Cold, empty, unfulfilled darkness. Ben sat back down in bed, a small light emanating from his phone. I set my book aside, and laid on my stomach, willing my rock hard cock to give up. I dared not risk jacking off, partially because I didn't trust this new bunk bed to not make noise, and partially because if Ben caught me at all, it would only be more ammunition against me. And when stockpiling for a war, one doesn't make easy targets. Thankfully, after several long minutes of boredom, I fell asleep, though my erection never let up, attempting to stab through the bed to see the new obsession underneath. ... "Wake up, cunt..." Ben whispered to me, and roughly grabbed my shirt. I snapped awake and fought against whatever his stupid shit was, but he easily overpowered me, and all I could feel was sharp painful cold... cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold! He had shoved some ice down the back of my shirt, and when I finally was awake enough to hit back, he was gone out of the room, the remains of his laughter heard down the hall. I stormed out of my room, thirsty for vengeance but was met with an empty house, save for a note on the fridge: "Took Ben out to grab something, back before dinner." Well, thanks Judas. Grabbing a towel and some clothes, I fled to the shower to warm me up after the arctic assault my brother cast on me. I undressed, and looked at myself in the mirror while the water warmed up. The person staring back was a cute but still unmanly teen. Dark hair, dark eyes, light caramel skin, no specks of facial or body hair, just some tufts under my arms and above my dick. Not much of a shower, but when excited, hey, close to 5 1/2" inches (on a good day, at least) of uncut meat wasn't anything to scoff at. However, the real spotlight was my ass. Being half Latino, it seems the best thing I inherited from my dad was a bottom that was plump, nicely shapely, and filled out a pair of jeans just right. Stepping into the shower, I started the lather/rinse/repeat process, but something kept nagging my brain... the mental picture of my brother in his briefs, the way his ass shaped it out, making me salivate. My cock got hard at the thought, the idea of rubbing itself against Ben's beautiful bubble butt, wondering what his bulge was like, if he was big and hairy down there as he was elsewhere, did he have his foreskin like me, was it delicious, could I fit it in my mouth, swallow it, lick it, kiss his balls, my tongue wander a- "Fuck... Damn it..." Not realizing I was stroking myself, I lost control, my body convulsed against the warm water, leaning against the cool tile to regain my balance as my knees buckled against my orgasm. I coated the wall with nice splatter of cum, not surprised given how horny I was last night too. Catching my breath, I closed my eyes, just trying to shove the embarrassing thoughts of Bens body from my mind... Turned off the water, turned off the lights, and turned off my trains of thoughts. End of Chapter 1 Thanks for reading, I'll try to be consistent with posting, and like I said before, please email any legit comments or critiques to army.mando9@gmail.com