Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2019 02:01:07 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 32 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 Sorry about the big delay on this one... I jumped back and forth how I wanted to go through this, a few rewrites and revisions and one whole deleted chapter and rewriting it again later... Here we go! Its a little different than usual but hope yall like it. You know the drill: army.mando9@gmail.com Chapter 32: A Paladin, a Bard, and a Ninja walk into a bar... "Army, help! HEEEEEEELP!!!!" "I'm trying! Stop standing in the bad shit!" "My Health is sooo low! I'm gonna dieeee!" "I swear to gawd, if this clown doesn't kill you, I fucking will!" "Ha, calm down, I'm kidding... a little. I think my butt is sore from clenching so hard." "Your butt will definitely be sore when I'm done with y- Watch out, he's casting some kind of Blizzard Spell!" "Got it!" Oh, this is fucking intense. Ben's tanking some kind of boss as a badass paladin, while I'm trying to keep us all alive as a healer in the face of some sadistic magic clown, along with a bunch of other random people. But the clown keeps playing tricks and hits like a truck, which doesn't help Ben's cavalier attitude towards being defensive. But it's fun. We've died a few times today, but it's something to learn... and I like spending time with him in voice chat. It's not the best, but it's all we got. He makes up for it as much as he can, being his naturally goofy and funny self. Half time I can't concentrate on healing because he's just making joke after joke. "White mage, huh? Bet you know all about white stuff," or "Watch out, Army, it's a g-g-g-ghost! Jinkies!" Just... normal Ben-isms. We're cutting it close. The Clown's HP is super low, but he's using more and more strong spells in quick succession, which I gotta make sure our team has the HP to survive. Ben's keeping him still, and... and... "Army, I think we got it!" Ben cheered into the mic. "It's not over till he's dead!" I toss a few more spells out, and like that, he falls, laughing his weird 16-bit laugh as he falls off the stage. DUTY COMPLETE! The screen reads, showing our whole party cheering as he dies. "WOOOOOOOOOW! Damn, Army, that was some fine ass healing! Great job!" "You too! He almost had you there!" We type a few congratulations into the chat, letting our team know it was a fucking great game. The Bard, a tall red haired dragon boy, typed a few smiley faces and bunny hopped his way to the exit, while the other tank, a Warrior elf with magenta hair, waved and tossed us a fine howdy, and the other healer, a dark skinned dragon girl dashed away with some mention of being hungry. The group was pretty nice, I might send them a few friend invites once we exit this instance... A loud voice pierced through my headset, straight into my stomach. "ARMY, DINNERS READY!" "Is that Ma shouting in the background?" "Yep! Gonna have us some breakfast for dinner! I'm gonna hop off for a bit for dinner!" "Dinner? It's barely 5 o'clock?" "You know I'm ahead of you, right? Or are you jealous you can't have any?" "Fucker, I want some pancakes!" "I'll make you some when you visit!" "You better, bitch! Have a nice dinner... I love you a lot." "I love you more. I might eat an extra pancake in your honor!" "Why you-" Poor thing. Setting down the headset, I stand up and wander off to the kitchen. It's been an absolute blast these past few days playing with Ben almost all the time. I was worried he'd hate it, since he's super picky (about everything. Music, movies, tv, games. Surprised he wasn't picky about sex stuff too... Well, of all the gay guys and girls in the world...), but... sometime when he discovered he could be a super badass looking Paladin giant orc thing, who loved playing dress up in the weirdest outfits, and could crack jokes and be himself even in a game, he got hooked. Now, I think he plays more than I do! Oh well, I still got this amazing cook at home with me. Mom, better let that syrup flow! _ _ _ _ _ The little tease. Ah well, fuck him anyway. I'll get my own pancakes... with blackjack, and hookers! Who needs the little bozo. I mean... I'm glad I get to play with him. It's something, a little band-aid stopping a gunshot wound, but still... something. It's fun, though. Army's really good at this game, and thanks to him, I'm actually pretty good too. Confident in being a big strong sexy Paladin! I'm sure Army has spent every night as he's jacking off, imagining me in big armor, a giant sword and shield, just protecting him from some big dragon or something. The sort of fantasy shit where you know he pretends I can speak like a knock off Romeo and Juliet. "Ye olde cocksucker" or something like that. Of course, I tease him about it. You don't know how fucking fun it is to tease the little bugger over mic. A few stupid sex jokes and suddenly Army can't be a smart ass for a while, just trying to focus and control his breathing so he doesn't give in to my little temptations, haha. Listening to him squirm... It's not the same as *watching* him squirm, but when in a pinch... Guess I'll go eat something too... All that talk of pancakes really got my tummy rumblin'. But it's kind of late... Might as well be simple and make a PB&J sandwich. Despite every single try to be a good cook and a good adult, living on my own, I still can only make sandwiches, ramen, and scrambled eggs. Still a college age frat boy, deep down... Fuck, I could hunt and kill a deer back when I was with Pa, but like hell I ever learned how to cook. Damned step-bitch was too busy being a fucking asshole cunt face bitch to ever do anything other than complain and ruin everything. Bleh. Oh well... A tub of Jif, a scoop of Red Plum Jelly, and some wheat bread! I'm set! Wonder when Army will hop back on... I'm sooooooo bored! _ _ _ _ _ Mom set our plates down on the table, with a big smile on her face. "You and Ben having a good time playing that game?" "Mostly... He can still be a bit of a dick." "Hey!" "Sorry... His bad influence." "Your brother and his damn potty mouth." We ate for a while, passing the time with updates about work, school, friends, and family. Grandpa got a new exercise bike, Aunt Robin is enrolling my cousin at the U of H, etc etc. I updated her on the going ons of my friends... Harry and Lee are still apparently seeing each other, but still seem hesitant to label it anything. And Ben... always Ben. She's glad we made up, and she's even happier about us being able to still do stuff together despite being so far away. Of course, she still lectured him about astronomically priced Computer gift he got me, but he stood his ground till she got over it. I was impressed... Her nagging would have made me return all of it so fast... We're hoping he'll be down for Thanksgiving in a few months, spend the week with us (Mostly with me... What?! I'm not gonna share that easily... He's mine!). I'm counting down the days, marking X's on my calendar, basically every time passing cliché. I'd kill for a montage to make this season pass. Probably set to "Walking on Sunshine" or something equally awful. After splitting the last pancake with Mom, I quickly scuttle back to my computer, and sigh a breath of relief to see Ben is still online. >Sapphire_Frost: You still up for some more? What could we do though? Finished our dailies, finished that stupid clown fight... Oh well, maybe we can help out some other newbies. *Ding* >BiggerBen42: yea u still up 4 some? I wish he didn't type like he was Prince's teenage doppelganger. Nothing compares 2 U, indeed... Ugh, it's bad, but oh well. Can't help it I guess. Must be his laziness. Still... The little jingle of a voice call rings through the headset, and I'm greeted with the sound of chewing... Groan. "Hey... *chomp chomp chomp*, bro, how was dinner?" "Fine, tasty, though Mom and I miss you." "I know, bud... I miss y'all too, trust me. This peanut butter sandwich barely hides... *chomp chomp chomp* my pain!" More chewing... "Anyway, mind helping me with something? I can't decide which shield I should use..." I log into the game and ride my giant yellow ostrich chicken... thing straight to the armor vendor, so I could peek at what Ben thinks he needs. I already told him the best shield to get, but nooo... It probably looks cooler, that's why he wants it. And there he is, his big doofus looking orc, wearing what looks like a leopard print speedo, dancing. "Ben! I thought you needed help?!" "Yeah, but you were taking too long! Thought I'd get comfortable..." "Dancing in your underwear?" "It's a battle thong, thank you. Protects all the necessary parts!" "There's more to life than just your dick, y'know!" I sigh loudly into the mic, annoyed... Yet I loved it. I loved his complete lack of shame or anything. The best part of him is that he'd totally do this in real life. Completely confident in every single obnoxious and dumb thing he could ever do. "Yeah, but... You still wanna give him attention." The silence as I formulated my comeback was broken with the faint but distinct sound of a zipper being undone. Ben and his damn super high quality mic... "Ben! Put it away!" I knew what he was doing... Could feel the rising beating of my heart. Fuck, I'm such a stupid moron. Letting even the faintest hint of my brother being a sexy punk get to me. The vaguest idea of his cock gets me going... So fucking pathetic. "What? I'm not doin' nothing." The voice of the guilty, sing song and playful, hiding its true intentions... I lower my voice to a hushed tone, "Mom's still up... I don't wanna-" "Don't wanna what, think about me?" He was speaking lower too, but not to hide... no, something far more nefarious. "It's not-" "Thinkin' about us coming back to our little castle, my shiny paladin armor covered in dirt and dragon blood, and you, my healer, running up to check on me..." ... I couldn't fight the imagery. The mere thought of my brother, storming in wearing the brightest, most holy knight's armor I could imagine, an intricate mix of chainmail, plate, belts, and a long flowing cape. Deus Vult, indeed! "Ben..." I sigh as loud as I could, to feign annoyance... but we both knew it was just for show at this point. "You watch me toss my helmet on the ground, and you see the bruises and a bloody nose. I laugh as you nag at me, 'what did I tell you about fighting dragons alone!' Shit like that, but I just pull you to me and kiss you to make you shut up..." There was something about Ben's voice that just knew exactly how to hit me. This sort of playfulness that strikes me as pure distilled "Yep, this is my brother, being a hysterical goofball." But somehow, the exact voice is what really gets me going... He just makes it a tad bit... breathier? Just enough to heighten the sex appeal without losing what turns me on about him. Even for this big dumb fantasy scenario he's trying to build up to... Gawd, I would fuck Paladin Ben in a heart beat! "Should I go on, Army, or did you already blow your load, Mr. Quick-Draw McGraw?" "Fuck off!" I hadn't even got my dick out, and he's already assuming the worst... "You were just being silent, I assumed you ran off to clean up!" That smug bastard. "Fine, fine... I grip those ill-fitting robes of yours, and just rip them off, hungry to get a taste of your 'healing magic.'" "Only the finest Cure spells for you, my lord..." I respond, a part of me eager to play along. "Oh, I'm a lord now? Badass... Getting sexier and sexier every moment!" "Don't ruin it!" "Sorry, sorry..." He takes a deep breath and goes back into his 'character', and begins anew. " I set you back down, and I ask for your help to... de-armor me..." He goes silent after that, as a subtle suggestion that I pick up the little story... Well, when you have an audience. "I start at your arms, unbuckling the straps for your gauntlets and bracers, desperate to feel the warm touch of your hands on me. It's been a long time since we were alone, not surrounded by our partners in arms. Not even a second after you toss your handguards on the ground, and I feel your rough but warm hands on my sides, pulling me back in to kiss me, gripping my ass hard." Just as faint as the zipper was earlier, I can hear the light rhythmic movement of... something. Maybe it's his breathing, picking up pace and sound... Or maybe he really is turned on by my rambling. Wow... "A-and...?" The faint whimper of Ben begging for more. "I gently push us away, so I can work the rest of you. I go to your back, and see the intricate web of buckles, belts, and chains, and begin to unbuckle and unhook them all. Slowly, you feel the tightness and weight of your armor relax and drop around you... your chest, your shoulders, your thighs, your feet... then all you are left in is some very indefensible small clothes... your cute little underclothes, stained with sweat and a few drops of blood, unsure if its yours or that dragons." Pausing to take a deep breath, I join in my brothers unseen journey through this lame erotic story we've been weaving together... My hand slithers down my PJ bottoms, gripping the serpent who's eager to please. And I'm hit with a sudden bout of deja vu... The phantom sound of my brother stroking himself reminds me of the first time I even grew to develop these weird ass feelings for him. A little smile forms at my lips... Good ol' times. _ _ _ _ _ I can hear my brother joining in. Hearing that sound for months on end makes it sort of unforgettable, and I get that old rush, when my brother would make dream goo-goo eyes at me. Gawd, he was really fucking bad at hiding it. But he goes quiet again... Guess he wants me to continue. Well, time to take charge again. Right when I was getting into it too... He's definitely better at this than me. Though he uses a few words I'm not sure what they mean, but whatever... Still kinda hot. "I.. umm... Fuck, sorry... I pick you up, and we kiss. You wrap your legs around me, trusting my big holy strength to keep you steady. I set you on your potion desk, and you push off your books and ingredients to the floor, and lay back... I lean in and kiss you, and you feel warm... soft against me. The little scrapes and bruises on me suddenly melt away, and I feel powerful!" Playfully roaring into the mic, I lean into the little part a little, letting Army enjoy the idea of this warrior Ben going to town on his little white mage ass. Hell, I kind of like it too. Maybe it's all those DnD games I played back in school. Haha, roll for initiative all right... "Ben..." A faint whimper cuts through the sound of my brother spanking that little fantasy monkey hard. "I kiss a little trail down your body while you moan 'Oh, by the Twelve..." * Snort * Army giggles a little, but tries to play it off as a cough. "What?!" Damn it dork, throwing me off. Here I am, trying to be all accurate and shit, like he would want... "N-nothing! Just... I like the lore..." I smiled, "Just thought you'd appreciate a little bit of extra fantasy for you... uh... fantasy." "Keep going, Ben... I'm kind of close." "See!? Quick-Draw McGraw!" "BEN!!" Snickering, I take a deep breath and get back into it... My cock demanding attention, but hey, it can wait till Army reciprocates! "I kiss down your chest, following the faint scars of battles we've won. You shiver when my tongue plays with your nipples, all hard and begging. I pass that cute light tummy of yours, following your magical trail to that mighty... strong... warm... holy staff of the gods +1." "H-hey!... My... my staff would be a +69, th-thanks..." Army manages to pant in between his strokes. "Fine! Your mighty strong warm holy DICK of the gods. I shove my nose deep into your bush, smelling deep... Fuck, I miss how you smell... A weird sweet musky smell, I can't fucking describe it. It's just fucking like drugs to me. I just wanna shove my face right into your fucking crotch and just huff it till I pass out, damn it!" "You... okay?" His voice a mix of concern. "Yeah... Just horny and I miss you..." "I miss you too, Ben... Now tell me more about this hot staff of mine..." Army went quiet again, returning to the uh... task at hand. In Hand? Guess I'll help him out some more... He better give some high shelf... phone... sex for this. Is this phone sex? Close enough, I guess... "You pull me in close and beg for me to give you my..." I think for a second to find a good name for my fantasy dick, and it hits me like cleave of a greatsword. "My Zweihander!" The name is met with a big groan from my brother. "Really?" "What?" "It's...Fuck, it's fitting..." I could hear him giggle to himself. "So what were you gonna do with that big sword of yours?" "You moan in my ear 'Fuck me like that time before you left for a month to save Prince Caspian, my holy knight!' I flip you over, and see that gorgeous ass of yours, still pale and glorious as the last time I looked upon it. I can feel your body shiver against the cold of the room, but I warm you up with my hands, my mouth... my tongue as I get your ready to sheath my big ol' sword." His moans pick up pace, the same pace I know by heart at this point. Like a train coming down the lane. Chuga-chuga-chuga! Chuga-chuga-chuga! Woo-Woo! Next stop: Pleasure Town! "I slide my dick deep into you, slowly at first, letting you get used to it. It had been a while since we last did this, and I want you to enjoy every single inch of me." "Ben..." Faint, but I heard him begging for me. Gawd damn, I'm good! "Your skin is like fire now, so damn warm and bright. Like magic... You curse every word in the book, both the old gods and the new, as you feel me fill you up. And ahh... finally, we're together again. I hold you close as I fuck you slowly and deeply, reminding you who's your holy knight!" "Y-you are... you are..." "You bet I am!" "B-...B-..." and like that, I hear my sweet little dork fail completely at saying my damn name. I hear his little whispered moans, trying to remain quiet. Poor guy... But I fucking live for it. My dick is fucking diamonds right now, every little girly weak moan of his just turns me so dang on. "You okay there?" I taunt him a little, slowly stroking my dick again. "Sh...Sh-shish!" He tries to compose himself, but it fails. Can't help but laugh at him. "Oh, what, you like the idea of me going balls deep on that nice ass of yours?" "... Yes, now st-stop it!" The best part of post-orgasm Army is that little feeling of shame. Easiest time to fuck with him because he can't think clearly enough to be a smart ass, so he just gets all flustered and dumb. Its so damn cute. Half the reason I love getting him off is to torture him like that! And of course because I love him and all that gay shit too, I guess... _ _ _ _ _ Damn it, why does he have to be so dang hot? Even just the mere tease of him being sexy throws me for a loop! And the whole fucking holy knight thing... It's like he knows every little switch to flick to turn me on. Dropping sword names and talking about fighting dragons and protecting princes... My dick was basically mythril! "So... Army... I got a big... hard... problem here that needs dealing with?" Ben's voice swaps from taunting asshole back to seduction mode... and it works, I'm charmed again. "Guess I'll continue where you left off then..." I take a big breath to compose myself again, still a little flushed from Ben's aural ecstasy. "I lean myself back into your chest, your big arms grip me tight against you, the faint fuzz of your heroic chest hair tickling my back. You kiss the back of my neck, the feral side of you taking hold, each kiss more like a bite than the last. You slowly drop the facade of a valiant chaste knight, embracing your passionate and wild side. "You grip my hips tighter as you pick up speed, diving deeper and longer into me, making me feel every inch of your hard and righteous cock. And with a huff, you help me flip over onto my back, our eyes connecting... Yours bright with power, and mines shining with devotion. And I feel you picking up pace again, the room filled the sounds of our moaning and the sound of skin on skin." I could tell Ben was really getting into it now. No comebacks, no jokes, just the sound of his focused breathing on the other-side of the mic... and I was living for it. I loved turning him on so much, just knowing that my voice and our imagination was just setting him off like this... It was such a thrill! Plus it was way easier to concentrate without my own throbbing dick demanding focus from the part of my brain that weaves fantasy epics. Hard to juggle so much blood to both my head and my... other head. "I feel you scratch and claw at me, the building pressure in your body driving you wild, but any little damage you do is immediately cured thanks to my magic, so I let you persist. Our lips lock again, eager and hungry for mine, and..." "Arm..." It's faint but I hear that begging again. "Army?" "Yeah?" "I l-love you..." "I love you more, Ben. Cum for me?" "You... you bet your fu-fu-fuckin' ass I-I am!" A few moments later I hear tell-tale sounds of my brother giving it his all, the little mix of moans, grunts, and fucks... the same I've obsessed, longed for, and been the cause of. Of course, he threw in my name a few times, which made me blush with pride. I gave him a minute to recover, enjoying his little pants and "wows" like he just left a badass movie. "So..." He finally mumbled. Giggling, I poke fun at him. "You okay there, champ? Sounds like just ran a marathon." "You always make my heart run a marathon, jerk!" Awww... Corny, but awww none the less. . . . . . "So do you know when he'll be back on this side of the states?" Lee poked his head out of the changing room, his pale shoulders flashing at us, like high-beams from an 18 wheeler. Lee, Harry, and I were out at the mall, finding new clothes before the school year starts up again. I was mostly hunting for some jeans and a new jacket, but Harry was out on the prowl for whole new wardrobe. "New year, new me, right?" He would say as he pitched another awful style idea. "No matter how many layers of chic clothing you throw on, babe, you'll always be my little douchebag," was Lee's retort, shutting him down before he ranted about how cool corduroy was, and how baby blue is the in-color. "He said Thanksgiving, but we'll see... I think he'll be busy with work still, but Christmas for sure." I was shuffling through a clearance rack, hoping to find something in my size. "I guess the shit nobody wants is the shit nobody wants. Super Extra Small? What am I, an Oompa-Loompa?" "Short enough to be one," Lee muttered under his breath, smirking at me. "Fuck off!" "Aww, that's a bummer about Ben. I wanted his opinion on some new shoes I was..." Harry trailed off, and I turned back to look at him, but saw him and Lee locking lips. "Guys! GUYS!" They broke off and looked at me. "What?!" "Can we not, like, eat eachothers faces right now?" Lee rolled his eyes, "What can I say... He looked really good in that baby blue tank." "SEE?! TOLD YOU!" Ever since they started getting serious, Lee and Harry have been... Well, annoying. Great as friends, but exhausting as a 3rd wheel to their... what's that really annoying song that plays on the rock station all the time? Jack and Diane? That fucking obnoxious ass song. But I'm happy for them. I'm glad Lee found someone who could treat him the way he deserved to be treated. They sync up pretty well. Lots of talk about music, love of games and anime, going to concerts and rocking out. It's a blast to hear about it. Less so, being around them... They always are just eager to drop their trousers and get back to business, even if I'm around. Its fucking annoying as hell sometimes. "Can we just get the dang tank top and get out before this turns into another soft-core porn?" "'Mating at Macy's?'" Lee offered up as a title. "D.P. Penny?" Harry followed up. "Nah, how about Analcrombie and Fuck?" Lee shrugged. "UGHHHHH!" I stormed off to the entrance as they cackled like hyenas. Oh, my friends, how I hate them sometimes! _ _ _ _ _ "So get anything cute?" "Just some jeans, nothing major." "Bet you'd look hot not in those jeans... or any jeans... perhaps in a jockstrap... Oh, or a loin cloth, like George of the Jungle!" "Ben!" "What? You got a nice ass, and I'm sure its nice to show off." "I'm not a jock though." "And I'm not a jockey, yet I sometimes wear those underwear too." "You are a fruit though..." I hear him whisper to himself. "What does that mean?" "Fruit of the Loom, dummy!" I giggled a little bit after I got it. That was a solid jab, got to hand it to him. "ANYWAY! Harry asked about you, wondering when you'll be back in Texas." "Aww, he misses his buddy?" "Yes..." Army sighed. "He misses his buddy." "I'm sure I'll be down soon, don't y'all worry about lil' ol' me." All I heard was the groan of an annoyed teenager on the other side of the headset. "Ben, I swear, if I didn't think you were the hottest jackass on this planet, I'd hate your guts." "Oh, I know, I remember how you used to 'hate' me. Listening to me jack off at night, smelling my underwear..." "Sh-shish!" "Ha, so how are Lee and Harry doing now?" Last I heard, they were sort of seeing each other, but not putting labels on it. Guess they are taking it slow. Though according to Army, they mess around a lot. I sort of feel bad for my brother being the 3rd wheel in their weird love games. I know how envious he gets of that junk. Probably because we can't show off, or be together right now... Fuck, I feel like such a dick making him go through this shit. I wouldn't wish this on my own worst enemy. But Army is trying, and I am too... It's working so far... Right? "They are vomit-inducing as usual, like can they just keep their hands off each other for 5 minutes! In a public store, at that..." "Hey, you could barely keep your hands off me, either." "Yeah, but I didn't do it in public or in front of friends..." "Just let them have their fun. They'll be over it in a month or 2. So... who do you think the bottom is in that?" "Yeesh, Ben... I don't wanna think about it..." Army remained silent for a minute while I fiddled with some stuff on my computer, hoping he'll hop online so we can play. Just been a super boring day. Tends to be like this a lot now. A lot of the guys at work are busy again with the kids going back to school... I hear the jingle of an invite into the game, and I join Army for another night of questing! Or just vague sexual comments under my breath because I'm a horny bastard and Army sounds so dang hot when he gets frustrated with me. "It's gotta be Harry." I bust out laughing. Yep, can't take his mind off it... End of Chapter 32. Thank you for reading!