Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2018 08:20:42 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 11 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 Thanks everyone! I'm glad that chapter 10 ended up being a big hit! This one is a short one, but I just wanted to set the scene for the next big chapter! Any comments or critiques are always welcome, send to army.mando9@gmail.com! Chapter 11: Daydreams and Nightscapes The warmth of a light breath on my back, the feeling of a small hand on my stomach, the sound of a light snore... This was the life. I opened my eyes, and the sunlight started... Wait, the sun... FUCK! I snap up, suddenly alert and scared. Ma could walk in any moment, and Army was still in my bed, naked (sexy, but still... naked). "Army! Get up!" "Huh?" Army shook his head, and yawned. "Get back in bed you doofus, Mom's not here, remember?" Holy shit, I totally forgot... "Get * yaaaaaaaawn * back into bed, Ben... We still got..." Army turned to the clock on my nightstand, "About 30 minutes before we actually have to get up." "Sorry... Just never know, right?" I tucked myself back in, and felt my brothers arms wrap around me, pulling me in. Its weird being the little spoon in this cuddle, but Army was warm and comfy, so I didn't really mind. Well, except for his morning wood poking me but it was kind of hot, something distinctly masculine just shoving a rude reminder right into my lower back. I couldn't fall back asleep though, guess the scare woke me up completely. Instead, I took the time to relive the events of last night. It was a fucking whirlwind for sure. I could still feel that deep passionate heat in my dick, his tongue in my mouth, even the movement of my hips against his poofy ass, that slap they made each time they collided... It wasn't technically the best "fuck" I ever had, but something about it... It was the first time I felt really in sync with someone. I felt like myself, like I was making love instead of just shoving my seed into some chick. Army didn't judge or care, he loved me and we shared that between each other in the most feral fucking way. I just hope when he takes his end of the deal that we can have that again... but if not, I'll just mount him again, right? I saw how he just came from me fucking him, that was pure passion right there... and really fucking hot. No doubt he'll want to do that again. I turned around to face him, and saw his eyes open, smiling a little. "Still thinking about last night?" Army looked utterly devious in knowing me so well. "How'd you know?" "Oh, for starters, that's gonna be a night you won't stop thinking about for the rest of your life, haha. And secondly, I could feel you lightly thrusting the air... You didn't even notice, did you? Trying to relive the glory I bet!" "Wow, fucking Sherlock over here. What am I gonna do next then, nerd?" "Kiss me." Welp, can't disappoint that prediction. I scooted a little closer to him, and gave him a brief peck on the lips. I felt awkward making out before brushing my teeth. It seems dumb in retrospect, since I ate him out just last night, but a guy has to have principles! I pulled away and stood up, stretching. Guess its time to get ready for school. I did a few extra stretches, to please my audience... "You know, if you are gonna keep flashing your ass at me, I might just have to take it here and now." "Haha, you wouldn't cut class just to fuck. Nerds like you care too much!" I said as a sorted through some clothes to wear. "Hmm, one day of boring class, or fucking my big brother into submission? Hmmmmmm" Army exaggerated some critical thinking, but his still hard cock told the real story. "Submission? Ha, you think you can take your big brother down and make him your bitch?" "Don't tempt me, Ben. You taught me to do whatever it takes to win, right?" "Gonna have to beat the master to fuck this dojo, Armando-San!" I bowed at him as I left to take a shower... ___________ We made it to school with little time to spare. Ben decided that he wanted to make out for a few minutes before we left. That guy will be the death of my good grades. But he gets an A+ for tongue work, for sure. I rushed through my classes, eager for the day to finish. Both my head and my... other head were keen on getting through this all as fast as possible. Knowing I had a night with Ben all to myself... I almost drooled on my homework... I'm too thirsty for him, but hey, when in a desert, right. Plus he was the best drink of water... . . . . . Lunch time rolled around, and I waited around where we caught each other yesterday. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see the wrong familiar face. "Hey Army! What'cha up to!?" Harry smiled at me . "Just waiting for-" "Your boyfriend, right?" That little elvish smile turned into sneer, fishing for information. I wonder what his endgame is... "What?! N-" I stammered. "Ha, it's cool. He's really really hot. A little rough 'round the edges though, eh?" Harry joined up arm in arm with me, leading me to the cafeteria. "But you bagged yourself some A+ meat though! Though meat head might be more appropriate.." He went on and on... But damn was he spot on. "N-no! He's my b-brother..." Totally caught me off guard. "Oh! That's a shame, but hey, means no competition for me, right?" Harry gave me a sly wink. "Wait, you're gay?" "I don't normally introduce myself as a queer, but yeah, I am. 'Salutations! I am Harry and I suck dick!' Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue... Plus down here it can be gateway to a beating. But hey, nice to have a friend who's the same!" "Why'd you say competition? You're really handsome and all, but I don't know if-" This conversation is confusing... "Oh! Thanks, you're not so bad yourself, but I meant your brother. Assuming you aren't protective of him..." He gave me some sad puppy dog eyes, but all I could give back was some deep laughter. "Haha, good luck with that, Harry. Maybe if you grew tits..." "Hey, you don't know what I do in my spare time! I could grow the biggest tits and you'd never know." "You look better as a guy, honest. 'Harriett' doesn't have the same sexy ring, haha." "ARMY!" We turned to see Ben running into the cafeteria to catch up to us. "Speak of the sexy devil, and he shall appear. You are so lucky you get to see that every day." Harry muttered to me, grinning hard. Ben eventually hit us as we stood in line for food. "Hey Army, sorry I didn't see you, some girls from last period were holding me back. And who is..." Ben turned to acknowledge the *other* drooling gay guy. "Oh right, you're in our theater class." "I'm Harry, nice to meet ya!" They shook hands, firm hands meeting even bigger firmer hands... "Same. Mind if I hang with you guys for lunch? The rest of my team decided to go hit up some sluts under the bleachers, which... after seeing the girls in this school? If I wanted an STD..." "Damn it, you are straight..." I could almost taste the disappointment in Harry's hushed tone after that little confirmation. "Huh?" Ben tilted his head, like a dog who just heard the word 'food.' "Oh, I said uhh... 'damn straight!' The girls here are gross. At least the guys are cute." Harry winked at Ben, who didn't even notice him. This is gonna be a long lunch, but its funny that Harry won't give up. Have to admire the effort. We took a seat a small circular table, me with my burnt yet still cold corndogs, Ben on my immediate left, eating what looked like cardboard with cheese and ketchup on it, and Harry, with a "burger" that has seen better days. Harry couldn't take his eyes off my brother. Deep long gazes at him when Ben wasn't paying attention, studying him, memorizing him, maybe even eye-fucking him. Is this how I looked? Like a starving kid at his first thanksgiving dinner? I couldn't help but laugh at myself, no wonder Ben caught on to me so fast. Ben, as usual, didn't even acknowledge it. Either because he was used to it due to my gay gaze for weeks on end, or he was just kind of absent minded about it. "So Harry, what are you gonna do in our theater class?" Ben asked, trying to stave off the awkward silence. "Oh, I'm going to man the sound board and music and stuff. Sadly I don't have the skills or thinly veiled narcissism to be an actor." Ben looked at me, "Wow, Army, he knows you so well." I rolled my eyes but laughed, Harry was right. "What about you, Ben? You do look like a leading man type." Harry was still trying. "Nah. Despite the charm and dashing good looks, I just like building stuff. Army is the one who loves to be on stage like some weirdo." "Haha, don't be jealous because you can't talk to more than 3 people without crying." I laughed at my brother. "Not all of us can be attention whores naturally, Army, haha." "Can't blame me for being the center of attention. When you got looks and smarts-" "Is this how it is all the time with you two? Just flinging insults at each other?" Harry interrupted. "Yep!" We both answered at the same time. "Dang, I'm jealous. All I got is an older sister who thinks screaming at the top of her lungs is winning the argument." "Sister? Does she go here?" Ben chimed in. "Yeah, she's a senior." "Oh? Same class as me... Hmm..." He wondered out loud, trying to remember all the girls he's bumped into so far. "You may have seen her. She mostly just does art classes though." I felt it was time to steer the conversation elsewhere. Couldn't explain it, but Ben talking about girls bugged me a little. I know I could trust him, but something about it put me on edge. "So Harry, what games do you have? Maybe we can play together sometime..." . . . . . Lunch passed quickly after that. Harry and Ben got really engrossed in talking about games and movies and shows, which was really fun. We found a lot of mutual pop-culture love shared between us. We got up to get rid of our garbage (though some would say it was garbage the second it hit my tray) and started to part ways to our separate classes. Ben gave me a look as he took off in the opposite direction, a mix between longing and happiness. Damn I wish I could kiss the bozo right here and now. But Harry grabbed my arm and drug me away. "Huh?" I was confused. "We got English together next, or did you already forget?" "Oh..." I turned back but Ben was already gone. "You're so damn lucky. Sexy, loves games and sci-fi movies, funny? Your brother hit the jack pot." Harry couldn't help but gush about his new found crush, no matter how much I told him to shush. "He's a good brother. That's all I could ask for, honestly." I didn't know what to say... The conversation could be a potential minefield if I said something wrong or off. "Plus I can kick his ass in games, when needed." "I'd do much more to his ass, if you know what I mean." Harry laughed to himself. "Sorry that was awful. I'll cool it." "Well, if you were free this weekend, you can come over to our place and hang out with us if you want. I know one of the local theaters is showing `Alien' on Saturday night if you wanted to go..." "Oh, that sounds fun. I love Alien!" We finally made it to class, and I felt happy. Harry is proving to be a really great friend, tons of layers and matching interests, and I really just enjoy talking to him. Now just to bide my time till the day ended and what I really want could begin. Taking a seat, I pulled out my notebook but felt 0 urge to care what the teacher was saying. I just stared longingly outside the window next to me, my mind as far from Greek Tragedies or Shakespearean Comedies. Instead, I found myself engrossed in a fantasy for tonight. The phantom pleasure of me ripping off Ben's clothes, ravenous and lusting to be with him, on him, in him, around him. To reciprocate that pure pleasure that popped between us last night. I can't wait to tease him, to please him, to just enjoy the moment between us. How his face will paint a hesitant picture as I rub my hard cock against his virgin hole, a mix of anticipation and anxiety. I couldn't keep the thoughts of last night outside of my head either. I had 0 idea how it was going to play out. But I'm glad I put my trust in my brother. He knew what he was doing, for better or worse (Still wish he was clean and pure as the morning dew, but oh well.) The best part though? The way he looked at me, the way he cared, happy he was getting laid but also because I was enjoying it too... It was a moment I am grateful that happened. Hell, the fact its gone this far is fucking pure insanity. "Psst... Army... Stop fantasizing," Harry waved at me. Oops. Gotta focus. Don't want to start my school year making D's because I was busy thinking about the D... ...Yeah, that joke was awful. . . . . . School finally decided to pick up pace, and last period hit. Harry and I ended up sharing all of our afternoon classes together, which was a nice surprise. Someone to talk to endlessly makes time pass by a lot faster than thinking of my brothers dick and ass till I ended up hard and anxious I'll get with a boner in the middle of class. Playing with pure hot fire with that temptation for sure. Ben was waiting for us at the door to the drama room, chatting to some guys and girls. He waved at us as we walked in, flashing us that warm smile as he finished up. As we took our seats, Harry turned to me again, and gave me a stern look. "So what are my chances of ever getting a shot at your brother?" "Let's see... maybe the area between pig's flying and hell freezing over." "Curses. I never felt so damn in love with a guy till he graced me with his sexy fucking self. Damn it!" Ben sat down next to us. "What are you fuckers whining about?" "The eternal torture of the human condition... And my inability to get laid." Harry sighed, defeated. "I know how that is! But hey, you got me and Army. We'll be your wingmen! Find you the best pussy!" Ben cheered, eager to use his straight skills to help a friend. Oh, how misguided... "Or a nice dick, whatever you're into." Well, I take that back, Ben is an equal opportunity friend. "A nice dick would be great!" Harry's eyes shown bright, trying his best to twist Ben's words into some kind of admission of homosexuality. "Well we're going to the movies this weekend, would you like to tag along?" "Army already asked me, and I said yeah." "Maybe we'll strike gold! Find you a nice fella'" I said, trying to make sure Harry didn't misconstrue simple human decency with flirting. We traded details. Harry didn't live far from us at all, so it worked out pretty well. I honestly couldn't wait, though I'm not sure where this friendship is gonna head... Could I ever share Ben? Or even worse, could Ben ever share me? I never considered any "real" guys past my brother. Not because I'm obsessed, but just... okay, maybe a little obsessed. But still, this is all fresh to me... Are Ben and I sustainable? We'll always be brothers, but years down the line? Work? College? The thought gave me dread... but even if the worse happened, if there were guys like Harry out there, it wouldn't be so bad. However, being Ben's brother, I know he's... territorial. What's his is his, no question or opposition. And I'd never want to see Angry Ben again... Hell, Drunk Ben was a handful, in more ways than one. But my brothers words rang in my ear again: Don't think, feel. Stop worrying over shit in the future, Army... Enjoy the now, otherwise you'll miss it if it ever does go... . . . . . "Already everyone, we're going to decide what shows to do this year. We got the One Act Competition play, the children's show play, and a Christmas Carol, per tradition. We'll take suggestions for them, along with our fall "special" show later. Once we get a show picked, we can audition for parts. So spend this week picking monologues and scenes to audition! And that'll be it for today!" Mr. Reese retreated to his desk, eager to dive deep into the plethora of scripts about people loudly dying or abusive families. The bell rang though, giving us little time to chat about anything. Harry packed his stuff and rushed off to catch his bus, while Ben and I marched back to the parking lot. But all I could focus on were the butterflies in my stomach.. I was so damn anxious about getting home. Excited to finally do this, but... my mind raced. What if I sucked? What if I go too fast? What if I hurt Ben? I was so scared, and my head spun with potential nightmare scenarios, till I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. Oh Ben, you sweet- "Watch it, Army, you almost walked into that flagpole... I know you love poles, but you should only focus on one, haha." Oh Ben, you fucking asshole. But he was right, I did almost run into shit trying to think about not thinking. "Sorry..." "What's wrong?" Ben said as he unlocked his truck. "Nothing..." "Oh come on. Spit it!" He took his seat and started the engine, his face flush with a little worry. "Just... nerves, that's all." "Awww, my baby brother fucking someone for the first time, and he's nervous... Poor thing!" Ben sneered at me. "Awww, my big brother, taking a dick like a bitch!" "You seemed to loved it last night!" "And you'll love mine too, then!" "Good! See, just focus on that. The fun! The excitement! Trust me, if you're enjoying yourself as much as you can, I will too. Even if I'm... * sigh * getting fucked..." He had a point... You know, despite having 0 tact or skill, he always knew the exact words to say to get me out of my funk. Maybe that's why I truly loved that meathead. "Don't over think it, okay? No one likes Anxiety Dick... It's like Whiskey Dick, except you are too sober and it fucks your head up too." "Thanks Ben. I love you... You're a good brother." "No problem. I love you too." Ben laid his hand on mine, and gripped it tightly. And all my anxieties melted away as we drove home... End of Chapter 11. Thanks for Reading!