Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2018 13:00:10 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother Part 20 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 Well, this the end of the first act of this story. I got about 10-15 chapters left in my head. Next chapter will be kind of surprise, a lot of changes happening, so I hope you guys enjoy turning the status quo on its head! So in the immortal words of Scar from Lion King: Be Prepared! Or you can finish it here if you don't like where the story goes! Let me know what you think here at army.mando9@gmail.com! Thank you guys! Chapter 20 – Spiderwebs Finally , Army's birthday rolled around. Way faster than I expected, but what the hell, I was ready... That's a lie, but I was ready as I'll ever get... Still got those bees in my guts, buzzing around. I got everything planned out, picked up what I needed, and bided my time... well, tried. I'm not a patient guy. Anyone could guess that. I was so damn antsy and nervous. What could go fucking wrong, right? Not much, Army at the very least would appreciate me trying, even if he just laughed at me. Thankfully we had the house to ourselves. Ma had to go to a work party for New Years Eve, which gave Army and I the whole night to have fun. No interruptions, no chances things could go wrong. Well, other than me shoving my own foot in my mouth, but whatever, I'll just roll with the punches! I felt... nervous about the whole thing. When Army told me what he wanted, I was hoping "Let's go have a fancy candle light dinner" or "let's fuck at the zoo" or whatever random shit I could think of. Didn't see this happening. Hell, when Army told me what he wanted, I just about dropped my ice cream cone. But... I felt excited a little. Maybe it was the fantasy? Maybe it was because Army asked? Who knows. Army and I were already on winter break, so we just chilled in our room, playing games as Ma rushed around the house, trying to find her earrings or whatever. The woman would lose her ass if it wasn't attached to her, y'know? I remember once having to spend an hour inside J.C. Penny because she lost her fancy sunglasses... turned out, they were on her head. I still love her, but she's like a bad sitcom character sometimes. "Alrighty, I'm really sorry we couldn't do anything for your birthday, honey.." Ma walked into our room, gave Army a kiss on her head. "But I promise we'll do something as soon as I get a free night. Maybe go have some fancy Asian, or Italian? Whatever you want." "Don't worry about it, Mom. I'm fine. Ben and I are just gonna play games and watch movies, relax. Just... make some cake this weekend!" Army smiled. "I will." She turns to me. "You take care of him. Okay? I left some cash on the table if you want to order pizza. Call me if anything happens." "Yeah yeah, go have fun." I stood up and started ushering her out the door. "We love you, blah blah blah. Good night Ma." I shut the door behind her, and walked back to our room. Army looked up at me and had this huge grin on his face, but I ignored him and peeked out the window, making sure Ma left. "Well well well..." I turned back and smiled back at my brother. "You ready?" Without a hint of hesitation, Army dropped his controller, shut off the TV, and stood up at attention. "Yep!" "Okay. Let me change first, so I can settle into character. Go get yourself ready too." Army nodded and rushed out, shutting the door behind him. I locked it, mostly to make sure he didn't cheat himself out of his own gift and ruin it. His idea of a gift was a fantasy he wanted to play out... And I spent the last few weeks since he told me thinking about how best to do that. I thought about what to wear, what to say, what to do... Hell, I spent time making sure the when, where, why, and how's were checked too. I wanted this to go perfectly. Because if it doesn't, then I would feel really fucking terrible. I put on my outfit for the evening, and unlocked the door, and sat down on my bed, waiting for Army to step in and begin... _ _ _ _ _ I felt nervous. So damn nervous. I felt weird telling Ben my fantasy, but he asked, and that's... well, that's what I wanted. He probably thought it was weird or dumb or silly, but it's something my brain kept going back to... Flashes of this would pop up, like at the lake or whenever Ben had said something to me in a certain way or messed around with me, so I knew he was capable of it... And I was craving more. I gave my boyfriend about 10 minutes to get ready, which was plenty of time. I hung around in the bathroom, making sure I was ready. Took a shower, brushed my teeth, stuff like that... I wanted this to go perfectly. Put my clothes back on, and I walked back to our bedroom... My hand gripped the knob, the faint cold feeling of the metal against my warm and slightly shaky fingers... I swallowed deep, and turned it, opening the door. There sat my brother, dressed even better than I could ever imagine. A tight, slightly wrinkled red and black flannel button up, with only 1 or 2 fastened, the rest showing off his chest, partially obscured by a wife beater tank top. A pair of classic, iconic, deep blue jeans gripped tightly as his legs, exposing his thick thighs and nice calves, leading down to a nice pair of worn out boots. Everything looked slightly worn, a little dirty and muddy, like he had just been outside working. On the other end, Ben has a stern look on his face, but his brown eyes lit up underneath a nice white cowboy hat when he saw me. He's not the best actor, but he tries. I bit my lip to avoid smiling, happy with how he looks. "Can I fuckin' help you?" Ben's voice broke me out of my trance. But it was a little deeper, with no sense of humor under it, just detached disdain. "Umm... I... Sorry... I didn't..." I was unprepared for this, so I kept fumbling my own words. I didn't exactly think of a script. "Don't think I don't notice how you look at me, when I'm out there workin'. Or how you peek through cracks in the doors to catch me changin' or showerin'." Ben stood up, towering over me... All it takes is a change in attitude to feel smaller than him now. "I always knew you were a fuckin' queer, but... Lustin' after your own brother? That's fucked up. It's gross, it's weird, it's perverted!" He took another step closer to me, and I felt an energy in the room crackle. Even his shadow was weighing on my chest, my breathing felt short and anxious to be near him. I could smell him... Masculine, a mix of body musk and a little body odor, like his deodorant was clinging on to dear life. He went the whole 9 yards for this... Even the smells, the look, the voice... Perfectly executed. "Well? Have nothin' to say, you worthless faggot?" He gave me one more dark look, staring down at me with pure condescension, with a hint of disgust. "Can't even fuckin' own up to it? So guess that makes you a cocksucker and a coward." Ben places his heavy hands on my shoulder and shoves me hard against the wall behind me. He follows up, and grips my shoulders tight, pressing me against the wall, but his face still looked stoic, not angry. "Ben, it's... it's not what you think, I... I just..." I felt a little more into the moment, and tried to argue, but Ben's whole demeanor just... swept me away. "You just what? Wanted to see my cock?" He pushed me into the wall again. "Wanted to see a real fuckin' man naked?" And again... "So you can jack off to it later with your little boy dick like the little pussy bitch you are?" And again... I cried out a little, but I already told Ben what to do, I trusted him to know what was "in-bounds" so he didn't pussyfoot his way out of this. I knew my limits, and I knew his. "N-no... I-" "Shut the fuck up and get on your knees." He shoved me down to the ground. "If you wanna be a pathetic cocksucker so bad, then do it. Do it like its your damn fuckin' job." I scrambled onto my hands and knees, looking like I'm begging, but all I really wanted was to play along with this... Gotta tease him to get him to tease back, I want to enjoy this as long as I can. "But... No... That..." I felt Ben's boot on my back, and he stepped down lightly, forcing me back to the ground. "Listen here, you pathetic excuse for a brother." He spat the ground in front of me. Actual spit! He knows his character, haha. "Either you do as I fuckin' say, or I'll tell everyone: Ma and Pa, all the people at school, everyone I fuckin' know that my pussy bitch brother is a faggot. Who want's to go down on his own brother! Guess how well that will go over." "You... You can't... Please!" I sniffled a little, trying to sound defeated. "Then either do as I say, or I'll make your life a livin' hell." "... Yes sir." "I didn't hear you." He took his foot off me, allowing me to get back on my knees again. "Yes sir..." "Good, little faggot, you know your place. Now get to work. I haven't had good head in a while. Any if you try to get any clever ideas, don't forget that I'm bigger and stronger than you, bitch." I nodded, obeying what he said. My hands shook as they made their way to undo his belt. I felt so dang excited, so turned on, just... I looked down and saw that I was fucking diamond hard, a fresh dark spot of pre-cum dotted the front of my pants. Ben got me going better than anything else. I felt fucking insatiable. I fumbled awkwardly with with the fasten, trying my best to undo it. "What, boy, never seen a fuckin' belt before?" Ben drawled at me, southern condescension seeping from his voice. "Sorry..." He roughly pushed me away with his foot and undid his own belt, on top of getting the belt and zipper undone too. And right under that was a pair of white briefs, classic Y-front, Fruit of the Looms, fruit of my loins, etc. I starred deep into his bulge, my eyes laser focused on the equally spreading dark spot he had on the front, where his half mast cock was awakening. Guess he was liking this too. This bodes well. "You gonna just stare at it, or will you fuckin' start suckin'?" I pulled the waistband down a little, exposing the dark batch of hair above his cock, slowly, enjoying the view again as though it were the very first time. Like a virgin, hey. Touching for the first very time, or at least pretending that. Pushing my nose deep into his bush, taking in the smell again. It's always the best way to flick that little light switch in my lizard brain to get horned up and ready. * SMACK * I felt a sharp slap to the side of my face, heavy enough to make me feel a pinch of pain, but not enough to leave a mark. "Smellin' me? Fuckin' weirdo, I said suck. I wanna get off, not watch you get off, queer." Ben told me sternly. Guess I'll obey. He's really in character. Placing the head of hardening cock at my lips, I give them a small lick, wetting my lips and his tip, and I slowly slide my mouth down his shaft. He feels so hot inside my mouth, so firm and warm. I try to go down further, but I gag a little and back off. But I feel his hand grab the back of my head and start forcing me down again. I fight back a little, but Ben is too strong to let me back off. My eyes water and I start coughing, but I try to remain composed. Not really used to forced deep-throating, but guess I'll have to try now. I look up at Ben, but he is hanging his head back, staring at the ceiling through closed eyes. Guess he doesn't want to see his handiwork. I cough a little more, but I feel myself adjusting now, my nose deep into his pubes either way. I take a deep breath, and start bobbing my head back and forth, trying to keep up the depth and pace that Ben wants. Don't want him to smack me again, even if it was a tap. Gotta be a "good boy"... Ugh, I hate myself for thinking that. Ben would be proud, haha. Ben's hand is still latched to the back of my head, but less forcing and more... guiding. I feel his fingers tussling and feeling through my hair, like he normally does. Must be hard for him to resist the urge to be his usual affectionate self even in this persona. My idle hands become the devil's play things, seeking something to do. One finds solace playing with his balls, heavy and hot in my hands, like holding a hearty package. The other struggles with pushing his briefs and jeans down to his ankles, but his legs are too far spread. I can feel my throat start to get sore. It's not really used to this yet, but I push on, trying to make Ben happy. I slip and slide up and down, letting my tongue work the head when it can, seeking hout his "sweet spots," slipping between where his head and foreskin meet. His face and body always makes certain... motions or twitches when he feels good. He'll bite his lower lip a lot and curl his toes as usual, but it's the subtle things. He'll flex his left hand a little whenever his dick feels good, probably from his jacking off habits. Or his right eye brow will lightly twitch when he gets close. Makes it easy to know if I'm doing a good job. Also I stare at him a lot, so hard not to notice. Maybe I am obsessed... "Mmm, not bad, you perv, but I gotta get off, and it's gonna take a little more than a blow job to get that..." Ben stood up, pushing me back a little, and stepped out the clothes around his ankles, leaving him only in his flannel shirt, wifebeater, and hat. "My girl hasn't put out in a while, so guess your ass will have to do..." I turned to him and gave him my best shocked face. "But... I never had a guy... I don't know..." I stammered, looking at him, pleading. "Oh fuck off with that bullshit. You've thought about it. Probably shoved a finger up your ass thinkin' about me plowin' you, playin' with your little cock. Don't fuckin' lie to me. Now drop your pants and bend over... No, stop tryin' to talk out of it. Bend the fuck over." Can't argue with that tone. Fuck, I felt so damn hard. The way Ben talks to me, looking down at me and being so... mean and hateful. Holy fuck, this was the best idea ever. I unbutton and drop my jeans, and turned around. "The fuck is that?!" Ben yelled at me. "W-what...?" "Are those my underwear? My fuckin' underwear?!" I turned and looked back at him, and frowned. "... Yeah, I stole them... I'm sorry." "You'll be fuckin' sorry after I'm done with you. Fuckin' faggot thief." Ben stepped up to my back, and I felt his heavy hands grip the back of my shoulders, and push me down into the bed, hard. I felt a little winded, but I was in bliss. Too happy to care. "Gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget." I felt his hands grab the fabric of my briefs right around the middle of my ass, and suddenly... * RIP * Ben tore a big hole, exposing my ass to him, but still leaving my cock covered by what was left. "Ruin and steal my clothes... You probably jacked off in them too. Fuckin' sick, dude." He whispered to me, grossed out and outraged. I felt him fumble with something above me, and I felt the cool touch of silky lube on my hole. He roughly rubbed it around, and I moaned into the mattress as I felt his finger slip into me. "Oh, you are so damn tight. This is gonna be good..." He whispered again, his mouth close to my ear, his hot breath making me lose my focus, succumbed to lust. Ben went on for a while, just letting his fingers do the walk, the talk, the fuck. I felt so lost in pleasure, his attitude, the way he talked shit about me while pleasing me, his faux disgust... It was driving me mad. I lived for this. *SMACK * He smacked my ass hard. I cry out a little, feeling the phantom hand still on my ass, warm from the stinging of his slap. "Ready, faggot? Oh well, too late." I bit the blanket below my face, bracing myself... I felt his burning hot head against my skin, hard as diamonds, slowly pushing in. "Ahhh... Ben... Please d-d-don't..." I moan outloud, trying to feebly stop him, both of us knowing I was lying. "Fuck... Too late, queer. You're gonna remember this... Holy fuck... Damn you're tight... Tighter than... Mmmm... Any pussy I've had.... Fuck fuck fuck..." He slipped in further and further into me. I started feeling full, complete, absorbed into the moment, letting myself go. My hands gripped the blankets hard, pushing and pulling them as Ben kept his descent into me. Ben matched my girp, his hand firmly on my hips, almost in a damn death grip! I was gonna be sore after this... "Fuck fuck fuck... Dang, Army, this is... Wow... I love y- Shit... Ummm... Fuck, fucking faggot... Uhh..." Ben was getting lost in the moment too, almost slipping out of his act and into his usual I-Love-You-Army routine. I felt happy that he was enjoying himself, I knew this might be tough for him. Ben finally rested his hips against my ass, his balls bumping into mine. He sighed outloud, enjoying the feeling, the warmth... My warmth.. _ _ _ _ _ Holy holy holy fuck. I hope he didn't noticed me almost saying I loved him. Would ruin the mood, but damn, I can barely keep my head straight. It feels so good. And I can tell my brother is living for this shit. Who would have thought my brother would be into this kinky stuff. Well, maybe not kinky... But he likes it a little rough, a little country, haha. Wasn't hard to think of how to make it work, I grew up in this shit, but being mean to my brother... my boyfriend... that's alien to me now. But he asked for it, and I am not the type to say no to sex. "Shit... Damn!" I tried to say something else, something Army would enjoy, to belittle him, but my mind was blank, all the blood pumping to my dick, screaming at me to fuck harder, better, faster, stronger. "When I-I'm done with ya'... Fuck... You ain't gonna be walkin' straight for a week!" Uhhh... Fuck, not my best, but who cares. Army will still jack off about this night no matter what I say at this point. Hell, I was sure the outfit alone would be enough. I know he has a thing for me in cowboy boots and hats. I push him down harder into my bed and I try to pick up speed, finding my rhythm, the room filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin, our moans erupting through the room, mine loud and filled with fucks, his silent and between clenched teeth. "Yeah, you like that, you pussy?" "Uh... Uh... Y-yes s-s-sir... Fuck, yes..." Army responded, trying to still show respect, haha. "B-Ben... I'm.. I'm I'm I'm..." "Shut up and take it, bitch!" Army moaned loudly, trying to stutter my name out but he failed, badly. Fuck it, I'm done with this act. I need to kiss him, to hold him, to tell him how much I fucking love him as I pound his ass to next week! I pull out and flip him over, and see what he tried to say... A giant wetspot on the front of his briefs showed off exactly how much he was loving this. He came without anything again... I felt a twang of pride in my heart. The gods of fucking have blessed me, haha. Looking deep into his eyes as he opened them after recovering from his orgasm. I smiled, and he tried to give me one, but he was spent hard, trying to catch his breath. Oh well, I still get to enjoy this. I lean down, and kiss him deep, hard, my tongue matching my dick in movements, in and out of his mouth/ass, respectively. "Army.... Arm-Army... I love you... Fuck... Fucking love you..." I try to tell him, wiping the sweat off my brow, accidentally knocking my hat off. "I love you too, Ben... Ah... This is... Amazing..." "Same!... You are so perfect..." "Shut up and kiss me more, you... f-fucking prick!" "Ha, shut up and keep t-taking my dick, bi-... bitch!" We got lost in each other, a mass of thrusting, kissing, fucking, loving... I never felt so good in my life. This was the best fuck... No, the best love making I've ever had. Army is a fucking mind reading about what we would like. Who'da thunk the punk would have guessed this. I pull out again for a second, and back off, ripping off the flannel shirt. Holy fuck was I hot. "S-sorry... It's really fucking... hot in here! I'm sweating like a motherfucker!" I tell him, rubbing my face into the shirt and tossing it to the side. "More like a brotherfucker..." Army smiled at me. "Hahaha, that was fucking awful!" I reapply a little lube on his ass and my cock, wanting to hit the finish line.. I get ready again, but Army pushes me back a little. "Hey, lay down instead..." He gets off the bed and swaps places with me. Obeying his words, I lay down, my dick throbbing eagerly. Army mounts me, positioning himself and... Oh oh oh... He slides down my cock, slowly at first, easing himself to a new position. "Wow..." Is all I have to say... I lace my hands behind my head, watching my brother work, ride, his face a mix of pleasure and pain. He's still not used to me, but he's finding what works for us. I watch him smile at me finally, finding an angle that hits his sweet spot... his hands slip under my sweat soaked wifebeater, feeling up and down my chest and tummy. Gonna let him work now, enjoy himself at his own pace. His cock pokes out of the leg hole in his briefs, greeting me with a firm hello! He's hard again, the champ! I unlace my hands and I grab him, stroking his cock as he rides me. I watch a string of precum leak out and land on me, connecting us like a sticky web... Fuck, I feel myself getting close. I beg myself to not cum, but my balls say otherwise, clinging tight to me, readying their load to shoot deep into my brother, my lover, my best friend... "R-ready, Ben?..." Army smiles at me, biting his lower lip. Fucker always knows! "Yeah..." I grip his hips to help him move faster, pushing me over the edge... I feel it coming, and it hits me like a baseball bat to the face. "FUCK!!!!" I moan outloud, thrusting deep as I unload shot after shot of every-fucking-thing left me into him. I convulse and thrash about, losing control of every inch of my body to this fucking life-changing orgasm. Hoooooooooooooooooooooly fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! I open my eyes after what feels like hours, and I see my brother collapsed on me, trying to catch his breath. We both look like we just ran a fucking sex marathon... Naked, hot, sticky, sweaty, exhausted... Army looks up at me, and he looks like a mess. His hair is fucked up, his cheeks are flushed, his mouth looks wet and sloppy. He picks himself up off me and lays beside me, closing his eyes again. "Wow..." "Is that all you gotta say?" I ask, giggling to myself. "Fucking wow..." Haha, he's in a daze. I scratch my tummy, but there's a small pool of cum there. Ugh! "Fucker, you came twice? And just unloaded it on me? Gonna be all sticky now." "I'll clean it up in a sec. Calm down!" He laughs back at me. I watch my brother stand up and try and grab a towel, but he collapses on the floor. "You okay?!" "Well, you said 'ain't gonna be walkin' straight for a week,' and I can't feel my legs, haha!" Hahaha, fucking so stupid. Damn it, he's gonna make fun of me forever for that bad line. I felt like a bad gay porn actor now. "Sorry!" His ass looks great, peeking out between the big rip I made in his briefs. I felt bad wasting a good pair of underwear like that, but I'm sure Army is gonna make a shrine out of them or something. They still look super cute on him... Plus, easy access right? Maybe he can wear them when I ask... Made me feel like a man! Ripping clothes, being strong! Haha! He grabs the towel and climbs back into bed. He wipes off the sweat off our faces first, then cleans some of the cum off me. I still feel sticky though... I look down, and see a pearl of white goo in my belly-button. I dip my finger in and grab a drop, licking it off. "You taste great..." I smile at my brother. "Shit, sorry, I missed a spot." "Haha, it's fine." I stand up and stretch. Fuck, I feel spent. So dang tired. "Mind if we... y'know..." Army tries to ask something, but chickens out. "What? Wanna flip?" "Ha, maybe later, I'm too tired. Can we take a shower?" "Sure. I'm a sweaty mess. Can you grab the sheets and wash them? That's gonna be gross to sleep in." "Yes! Go get the shower ready!" We split up and go start are respective duties. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself for a second... My hair looks like a total disaster, my wifebeater is a mix of sweat, cum, and spit. Totally needs to be washed, haha. This is gonna smell rank later. But I look at my face. I smile, and I feel... happy. In love. Perfect. "You ready?" Army asks as he steps in. "Yep!" He helps me peel off the wifebeater, and we step into the shower, together. We let the warm water soak over us, washing away the evidence of our perfect night. Well, the physical evidence. Our memories will be drawn to this for a long long looooooooooooong ass time. "So... Would you wanna... do it again sometime?" Army mumbles at me, letting the water pour through his hair. "Hmmm..." I think outloud, as I grab my brother and hold him close to me, his head resting into my chest. "Would totally be down to do this again. Maybe you can be the mean cowboy and I'll be the innocent nerdy virgin!" "Hahaha, that'll be weird but I would love that too." "Sorry I slapped you a little." I felt bad, didn't mean to hit him as hard as I did, but I was kinda in the moment, y'know? "It was fine... It turned me on, for sure." "So how would you describe tonight? How do you feel? "Hmmm..." I think again... I need to find the right word. "Amazing." "Ha, that's it?" Army laughs. "Fine fine fine... Spectacular? No, Ultimate? How about Sensational? Superior? Ummm... Astonishing?" "Are you out of Spider-Man adjectives yet?" Army looks up and gives me a big smile. "Well, 'Giant-Size' is weird, and while you covered me in your white webs, can't really use 'Web of,' haha." Army punched me in the chest and giggled outloud. "I love you..." Army got on his tip toes and leaned in... "I love you too, dork." I look down, and we kiss, just simple and deep, enjoying the feeling of the water around us. "Happy birthday, bro." "Thank you, Ben... It was 'Amazing.'" He mocked me, the little bitch! "Ha, fuck you." I love how we just... get each other. We can just... know and predict eachother. Our jokes? Our feelings? Our hopes, our dreams, our wants, our desires. We are just... perfect. Soulmates? Eh, I don't know if I'll ever go that far, but... Army and I? We are just... Amazing? Ugh, that's just so dorky... You know what? Yeah, fuck it. Amazing! End of Chapter 20 Thanks for reading!