Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2018 23:58:16 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 15 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 The reception I get after every chapter is amazing. Every email really shows how much this all means to y'all. Please keep them coming to army.mando9@gmail.com , they are so inspiring! Chapter 15 – Confessions of a Teenage Dirtbag The ride back to Riley's house was uneventful, save for the girls drunken snoring. I feel sorry for the guy who has to share a bed with that Jet Engine with boobs. I push her shoulder, waking her with a resounding SNORT, and we head inside. All the lights were out, and doesn't look like the boys had a party of their own while we were out. Is this what a dad feels like coming back to home after a night out? Searching for small evidence of juvenile delinquency? Empty beer cans and used condoms? Haha. I think Army would like this talk of me being a "Daddy," on the prowl for a reason to discipline. Riley shuffles her way upstairs, down the hall, and collapses on her bed, restarting that snoring engine. Poor thing, all tuckered out. I sneak my way to check on Army and Harry, when I began to feel this... stirring in my gut. I guess the anxiety bees are back. I slide the door open a little, praying for no noises or sudden creaks. Rooms' dark, other than the dull glow from the TV. Rampaging war elephants and elf archers fighting orcs. Fucking no surprise there, the dorks would spend the night watching Lord of the Rings. And on the bed, I see Army and Harry, sitting against the headboard, side by side... passed the fuck out. Army's head laying on Harry's shoulder, drooling a little on himself. Harry, on the other hand, his head had fallen back, hair all fucked up and mouth wide open, snoring just as bad as his sister. This family needs to invest in some sleep-breathing masks or some nasal surgery, dear lord. I don't know what I was anticipating... The image of my brother balls deep in another guy threw me for a loop. Or even worse, cuddling and sharing a moment... That one made my heart skip a beat. It was very odd. I'm not really a guy who gets insecure about small shit. What you see is what you get with me, you know? Yet I felt... oddly intimidated at the idea that Harry could sweep my brother of his feet. Why? Maybe it was the idea he had all this nerd cred. He was creative, way smarter than me, is a walking gay game of Jeopardy trivia. And is suave to boot, not awkward like my brother. Knew how to own it. And being they aren't related, he could actually be out and proud of his relationship if he and Army ever wanted to take it further. That was my biggest scare. That is what keeps me up sometimes. I worried about the future because I doubt Army would want to hide the happiest thing in his life away from the stupid judgmental fucked up world, because of our own fucked up relationship. At what point does "brotherly love" start looking like "creepy abuse?" I don't want to end up on Dateline or some daytime `Jerry Springer' show where they strap me to a lie detector, like some backwaters family from a swamp. With Harry, or any other nice guy, he has a ticket to a normal life, you know? But I feel territorial... I shook my head, trying to get those stupid thoughts out of my head. Stupid leftover shitty alcohol, making me think stupid shit. Must be somewhere to sleep. I don't wanna disturb them. There's a computer chair, but that looks very bad for my back. There's something on the chair though... Oh thank gawd, Harry had pulled out a sleeping bag. I guess if Army felt weird sharing a bed. That awkward weirdo, I gotta thank you in the morning... . . . . . "- to wake him up yet. We can leave him alone for a little." "He looks so damn cute asleep. Like a hibernating bear." "And like a hibernating bear, he'll maul you if you disturb him." "Is it bad that I think that sounds hot?" Ugh, do these guys not know how to whisper? Trying to sleep here... "You're weird, Harry." "Can you blame a guy?" Damn it! "YOU KNOW I CAN HEAR YOU, RIGHT?!" I shout at them. Fuck! They giggle to each other. "Let's go make some breakfast. The sound of bacon frying will make him happier." Thank fuck, I gonna strangle them later. . . . . . The room is now thankfully empty and silent, but the smell of food pierces straight to my stomach. Damn it, I wanted to sleep more, but I'm fucking starving. I rub the sleep out of my eye and stand up, making sure I don't have any obvious morning wood to tempt either of those dweebs downstairs, and make my way to the source of this delicious smell. "Morning, sleepy head!" They both shout at me. I growl for them to tone it down, I just want to eat. They were still dressed in their sleeping clothes. Harry was shirtless and wearing gym shorts, while Army had on really baggy shirt and some sports team shorts... Very unlike him. Must be Harry's. They both looked pretty nice though. One had this confidence to walk around proud of how he looked, showing off his pale but fucking sexy chest and arms and tummy, while the other is super cute in his shy and meekness, hiding himself, playing hard to get. Army sets down 3 plates on the little island in the middle of the kitchen, while Harry goes around with a skillet of scrambled eggs, sliced up bits of ham and bacon, and some toast. "How was the party?" Harry asked, taking a seat to my left, while Army flanked my right. "Eh... It was okay. Your sister definitely had more fun than me. I'm not much of a social butterfly kind of guy. More like... a social spider, I just wanna hang out in my web till a fly or 2 passes by, you know?" "Awww, that's a shame. You missed out on all the fun here though!" Army gave me a big smile. "What did y'all do? Also, you got any hot sauce?" I said, taking a bite of food. Maybe it's my Latino side, but fuck I need hot sauce on these eggs. Something to singe my mouth a little. "Oh, not much. A few movies, a few games, I kicked Army's ass at Smash." Harry stood up and walked to the pantry and grabbed a big red bottle and handed it to me. "Here you go." "Fuck off, it was a close fight and you know it! Haha!" Army snapped back. "We can go again if you want to be a lying bitch! I'll fight for my honor!" "Sure, whatever you say." Harry winked at me. "Oh, Army, how was his music? Was it just bad Green Day covers?" Harry rolled his eyes and smirked back at me, his green eyes shining bright. "You wound me, sir!" "It was honestly pretty nice. Harry has some nice talent. I think you'd like it, Ben." "Is it Ska? Please be Ska, I need something to laugh at." I gave Harry a playful push. "You wish, jerk!" Harry pushed me back. "We gotta get going soon though, Ma wants us home for lunch." I gave Army a sly wink while Harry had his head turned. Ma didn't say anything, but I knew what I wanted to eat. One order of Army, medium rare. "But I promise I'll listen next time we're over!" "Totally! Did you like the food?" "It was pretty tasty, thanks Harry!" I gave him a pat on the back. His skin was very warm against my hand. Damn it. He can cook too? Dear lord, that boy will make some future husband very happy. I watched as they both rush to clean up, and followed them back upstairs to grab Army's things. We got back in Harry's bedroom, where Army was changing out of his borrowed clothes, and... Wait, is he wearing my underwear? I told him to wear those to bed only. Whatever, I'll deal with that later. Harry tosses on a shirt, finally. He was kind of distracting... Ugh, I got one thing I have to do before we leave... "Hey, Army" I said, tossing him my keys. "Go get the truck started, I'll be there in a moment, okay?" Army nodded at me and left the room. I turned to Harry and took a deep breath. Come on, Ben, you've done this a hundred times to thirsty dumb girls. You can turn down a guy. Even if he's great and was just unlucky at the draw. "Hey, Harry..." "What's up?" Harry smirked, his green eyes piercing into me, knowing exactly what I was going to talk about. "I wanna be straig-... Umm... Haha..." I laughed awkwardly, realizing that ironic choice of words. Army would have a field day. Thank gawd I kicked him out. "I wanna be honest with you... You're great, like really great. You're a really hot guy, you're funny, super smart, creative, and you have a lot going for you. But..." I tried to find the words. Ugh, just like talking to his sister last night, I just can't spit out my god damn feelings. Fuck this stupid shit, I just wanna be a monk and never talk again. What's sign language for "suck my dick?" "But?" "I just... I just recently accepted that I'm... *sigh*... bi. And I... I don't know... I don't think I'm really... ready to dive into anything yet, you know?" Fuck fuck fuck. I feel like a moron. Maybe that's why this is so hard. With girls, I didn't care if I broke their hearts, I just wanted them gone and away. Shut them down, move on. But with Harry, he's our friend, and I don't wanna screw that up for either me or Army. "Plus with you being close to my brother, I don't wanna... I guess, put a wrench or make things... awkward? Between us..." Ever feel like no matter what comes out of your month, it just makes everything worse? I should just lodge my foot in there too while I'm at it. "Don't worry, Ben. I totally get that. I came on really strong anyway, and I knew that kind of fucked things up. Just know, in case you ever want to explore your new found glory, I'm always here for you. Or to talk or whatever." He gave me a big smirk and the most obnoxious wink ever. "See, I knew you were great. Thanks, Harry... Sorry about all this." "Don't be. I'm glad I don't have to live with the regret of never trying. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right?" He shook his head, laughing at his awful quote. "Plus how many guys can say they kissed you." "Haha." Fucker, laying traps. Nope, not gonna give him ammo. I give Harry a big tight hug, trying my best to convey how fucking happy I was without using more of my fucked up useless words. That's a huge weight off my shoulders, though. Oh thank gawd, I was not prepared for drama and crying, like Riley last night. Oh, right, Riley! Should probably tell her something. She's been a real help, honestly. Surprised, since holy hell did she give off such a bad first impression. I walked over to Riley's bedroom and knocked. Nothing. Silence for a minute or 2. Then the door cracked open, and a dark circled eye looked back. "What's up?" "You were right. And thanks. We're heading out." I gave her a smile. I felt bad for her, probably dead inside right now. Or just really badly hung over. "Oh. Hold on." Door slams shut for a few seconds, and opens completely again. Wow, mess was right. Hair all messed up, make up smudged, still wearing the clothes from last night. Riley steps out, gives me a hug and a small kiss on the cheek. "You owe me." She gives me a big sweet smirk and shuts her door. I put my hand on the still warm spot she left her kiss of death on me. What shit did I get myself into? Harry walks out of his room. "She okay?" "Might need a bucket later." We laughed together as we walked downstairs and out the front door. I gave Harry another hug and thanked him. Army leapt out of the truck, and gave us both a big hug, trapping us all in a big dumb gay display of affection. "See you tomorrow!" . . . . . "So what did y'all talk about?" Army broke the silence of our morning drive. Jeez, I just wanna get home without any issues. Why is everyone asking me all these loaded questions? That Vow of Silence idea doesn't seem so crazy now. "Just... Umm... Stuff, I guess." "Did you turn him down?" Fuck, damn it. Why do I feel like I'm a step behind in every single conversation? I feel like such a dumbass. "You know?" "Yeah, Harry told me last night." "Listen, please under-" I couldn't even look him in the eye, I felt so embarrassed. For a former serial cheater, I am really not fucking used to have a conscious. Army put his hand in mine and smiled at me, he didn't look upset or mad. Maybe I'm out of this quagmire of fucking weird family drama. "It's fine. Harry explained it, and I'm not totally mad." "You're... not?" This was a curveball. "How can I be? He surprised you. Though I am a little mad you didn't kick his ass for kissing you, haha." "Well fuck, I can turn around if you wanna defend your honor yourself!" "I make it a point not to pick fights with people taller or more handsome than me." Army laughed to himself. "Well, when it comes to handsome... You win that fight, easy. Fatality, even!" I hate when he lowers himself. I know self-deprecating humor is his defense thing, but it's annoying sometimes. "... Awww..." Army lifted my hand to his lips and gave it a light kiss. "Now let's get home, I think ol' Big Ben was lonely all night." "I missed him too!" . . . . . We got home to a thankfully empty house. I called Ma to let her know we're home, and to see how much time we had for some... personal business. "Oh, I'm just at the mall, I need new shoes for work." Score! That gives us some time! The woman could spend the rest of time in a shoe store if she could. "Thank Ma, love you, bye!" Ain't got the time to chat now! I turn to Army, who is already tossing his clothes off. No need to waste time. "May not have too much time, bud, but we'll make the most of it. Right?" "Right. Now take those jeans off, or I'll rip them off." Army gave me a filthy smile, eager to make this quickie worth it. "I'd like to see those weak arms of yours tear any pair of clothes. You'd struggle with my damn shoe laces!" I did as he said though, undoing my belt and the buttons on my pants. Army kicked off his (mine) underwear, and tore off his shirt, and pounced on me, while I was still halfway to pulling off my shirt! Fuck, my shoes were still on and my jeans roped around my ankles! Dork, calm it down! I was able to back us up and lay us on the bed, while still being viciously attacked by my brother's tongue. Sometimes he should appreciate my ability to multi-task... "It's kind of ... Wow! Watch your teeth, Army!" All I could hear was a muffled "sorry" as he made his way down, kissing a trail along my chest and stomach. Fucker! I try to shuffle out of the maze I used to call my shirt, seeking air and a glimpse of that cute naked dork about to be nose deep in my pubes. I finally tear off the stupid shirt, and find Army gazing longingly at my dick. Entranced by it, like a reverse snake charmer. "You've seen him before, not like he's gonna dance if you stare hard enough." "I know," Army laughed to himself, grabbing the base with his hand. "Just... He's really nice to look at." My giggling at his weird-ness was overtaken by pure... mmm... Damn his mouth is so warm and soft. Holy holy hell. My left hand rested against his head, lightly pushing down, while my right hand played lazily with my own chest. This was the life. Comfy, simple, the best. Maybe I'll just have him stay like this, suckling at my dick all day. Throw a blanket on him, watch some TV, till I pass out, while he still services this hard cock. A strong gagging noise snapped me out of my day dream. Oops, might have been pushing down a little hard. Oh well, the smile on his face (well, the attempt at one) says he likes it. Gawd, he feels so hot, burning even. After barely a week, he's become the best little cocksucker. I think I'm a great teacher, but I never had such a willing student. I love his eagerness. Worshipping at the chapel that is my cock. After what has felt like a million years, he finally lets up, given me a big slobbery grin, like a sexy puppy. He scoots himself to sit on my tummy, giving me an extra wet kiss. Our tongues intertwine, like barbed wire, trying to trap the other forever. I love how he kisses, so thankful, so eager, so full of lust and love. Like a horny teen should, messy but passionate. Plus I can taste my own pre-cum on his tongue, and its soooooo fucking hot. I can feel his ass grinding on my cock, I don't even think he notices it, but I certainly do. Gawd, I want to fuck him again so bad. "Army, you sending some not-so-subtle hints there, bud." "Huh?" "The way you keep sliding your bare ass on my dick... Its hot, but stop it, I can't take it! Haha!" "Sorry, I just... like how it feels." "If we had more time! Now turn yourself around..." Army looks at me confused. He gets off me, but I hold his body steady. "No, just turn around, stay in this place though." "Like..." He turns around, so his pale butt and the bottom of his balls are staring me in the face. "Yep. Now suck my cock again, and I'll return the favor..." It finally clicks for him, and he adjusts himself, letting his leaking cock poke at my face. A few strings of pre-cum stick to my cheek, but he finally finds my mouth. I know I've said this before, but holy fuck he tastes so good. Like a sweet-salty taste, the perfect treat. Any reservations I had about sucking dick has completely vanished. Guys don't know what they are missing. We 69 for a while, but its a little hard. His balls just resting on my nose, which while they smell amazing, makes it hard to breath, while at this angle, he has some trouble taking all my dick, since the way my cock curves is a little different than he's used to, but I find a better way to tease him. Since his ass is in the air and a little spread, I let a wandering finger start teasing his hole. I can feel him fucking shiver, and maybe its my imagination, but I swore he got even harder in my mouth. I run my tongue along his head, hearing him moan hard as fuck. He is loving this, for sure. He quivers, and I feel him finally release my dick from his mouth, moaning and panting. "B-Ben... I'm..." And I know what's gonna happen next. He starts thrusting into my mouth again, super hard, his dick grinding against my tongue, releasing load after load of his cum into mouth. Boy, my brother had a lot fucking saved up, it was just one day and it's like a fucking water fountain. I try to swallow, but its too much, so I move out from under him and sort of spit the rest into his (my, I haven't forgotten the little thief) underwear. Such a waste, but it was a fucking lot! Looking back, I see my brother stroking the last few drops out of his cock, his foreskin going up and down. I go back for seconds, making up for the quitter attitude of spitting, making sure to run my tongue under the little ridges. I felt bad, okay? I hated girls who spit out my glorious spunk, can't be a hypocrite now, right? Army takes a few deep breaths, regaining himself after another orgasm of a lifetime, courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Ben... Ugh... Army has ruined me bad with these lame ass jokes. He looks at me finally, opening his eyes and seeing me all smiling and a little wet from the spit and some leftover semen in my facial hair. "You look cute like that." "Haha, thanks I guess. Wait till I shoot all over your face, then you'll see cute when you look like my little dirty whore." "Hey, if you're gonna call me a whore, at least pay me." "No, if you were a hooker, I would pay you, haha." "We are not arguing this right now!" "Because you'll lose, dork?" Army finished the argument by forcing me to lay back, and putting his head on my chest, relaxing. I feel his hand grip my cock, who was almost sad that he was forgotten, and starts lazily stroking me. "I love you, Ben..." "I love you too, Army." He looks up to me, and our lips meet again. Tender this time, not trying to devour one another like 2 monsters. We hold this for a while, softly making out, shy tongues deftly moving between their homes, while his hand continues stroking me, lightly picking up pace. I see him pull his face back a little, watching my eyes as he goes a little faster, jacking me off properly now. My breathing deepens. Damn, he knows the exact speed I love... The boy must spent countless nights studying me, listening to my own motions. I'd say it was creepy, but holy fuck it feels perfect. I feel myself close, but Army continues to look deep into my eyes, watching every wave of pleasure that crosses my face. I try not to break the stare, but holy hell this is getting intense. I shut my eyes as I approach... And I feel Army lean again. His lips barely meet mine, his tongue licks my bottom lip as he completes the kiss. And that's all I needed. Fuck fuck fuck, his hands keep speed as I erupt. I meet his kiss hard, my teeth biting his bottom lip in response, as I feel my own cum coat my stomach. I thrust again and again, each time another hot load shooting out onto myself. Ugh, I don't even wanna open my eyes to see the mess. It feels like a lot. But it feels so good. Army tries to kiss back, but my teeth hadn't let up from its prey. I moan into my brother's mouth, unable to control myself, riding the wave like a pro surfer caught in a hurricane. I know it's stupid that someone kissing me and giving me a handy was a top 5 sex moment... But it was. Something about the way his eyes just wanted to see my face as I came, the kiss, everything... It was so weirdly emotional yet... perfect. Army is a damn expert on what I might love, because he's like a god at making me feel good. He finally lets up and stops stroking me after he sees me flinch from the sensitivity. Thank gawd. One time hard a girl keep going, and it was like fucking sandpaper at that point. Soooo bad. We sit back, his head back on my chest, feeling it rise and fall, his fingers playing with the mess on my tummy, while I lace my fingers behind my head, recovering. "Holy... Wow, Army. Who taught you how to kiss like that?" "You did, idiot. Haha." "Well, its the best kiss I've had all weekend. Even counting Harry and Riley..." And as soon as the words left my mouth, I cursed to my self. Ben, you fucking idiot! SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH! "Wait, Riley?" Shit. Well, time to come clean then. "Well, at the party, Riley got super drunk, and we played some dumb Spin the Bottle game with a bunch of other people, and well, she just went in and tried to kiss me. I didn't return it or anything, I just told her I wasn't interested and shit..." I thought it was a good explanation, but you could almost feel the warmth drain from him. He sat up and moved himself to the window, trying to process it. Fucking weird... He took the Harry stuff just fine, but this seemed totally left field. "What's wrong? Talk to me..." I hate silence, I hate it with a passion. I'm not good at reading people's emotions. I'm good at pushing what I want and getting what I want, but not in helping others with their feelings. I'm working on it, okay? Army continued his gaze outside, the light poking through the blinds reflecting against his dark eyes. I hope he doesn't cry... "Army, talk! Why does this bug you, but not the stuff with Harry?" My patience is wearing thin... He finally looks back at me. "The stuff with Harry... Like, it still means you are `you' still. But I get scared if it's a girl, because what happens... if... if..." Army punched the wall, angry. I've never seen him like this before. He's not the type to get upset and hit shit. That's my thing! "If what? That if I get with a girl, I'll suddenly go back to thinking dick is gross and throw this all away?" I sat up and curled myself around my brother, as he sat cross-legged, staring out the window. . My chest against his back, my legs wrapped the outside of his, my arms reaching around under his arms from behind in a hug, my chin resting on his shoulder. He felt cold to the touch. Distant, despite me completely surrounding him. I felt bad for him, but what do I do to prove to this dummy how I feel? It hurts me, I guess. He can't fucking trust me for one single god damn moment without thinking I'll take this all away. He keeps forcing me to hold all the power in this relationship. Fucking delusional, man. He doesn't see how we are equals. All he sees are his own damn flaws, and none of my own. I'm not perfect, I'm an idiot with stupid feelings too. "Stop that. You stop that, right now." "But-" "Fuck you, no. My turn to talk." My voice took on a deep authority tone. I don't sound like myself at all. But I'm sick of this, and I'm gonna set him straight... about my not-straightness? This joke again? I need to find a new phrase. "You've been on edge because you think this will fall apart at any moment. That's fucking wrong. This genie is not going back in the bottle, even if the perfect 10/10 woman appeared with like 40 tits and a tight pussy for a face. I told Riley and Harry I'm bi. I'll tell any fucker who asks me. `Yeah, I like cock too, got a problem?!' I'm being honest with everyone about who I am. Why can't you accept that? You're the goddamn reason I accepted who I am, at all! So get with the program. Yesterday was one of the best days I ever had because of you, you fucking dork. You're the best brother anyone could ask for, the best friend, best lover, best... boyfriend." You could almost hear his heart stop and the smile rip across his face at the word. Ah jeez, what the fuck have I done... End of Chapter 15! Thanks for reading!