Date: Sun, 8 May 2022 22:40:18 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 35 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 Hey everyone! I know it's been a hot minute since I've posted an update. A lot of time is now being put into a non-nifty related novella, but I got a hit of inspiration to do a chapter for this. Luckily this is a part 1 of 2 chapter I did, so you'll see the second one soon! I know a lot of yall missed the antics of these 2 dorks, so please enjoy. As usual, my email is army.mando9@gmail.com, I appreciate and value any and all input from you all! Chapter 35 - A Cabin by the River - Part 1 "Come on, you goof. You'll have a blast" "But you know I don't like swimming in the river." "Army, that was years ago. Don't bring up the past!" He knew why, that dummy! "Because when we used to go as kids, you'd always mess around and try to drown me." Even without seeing his face, Ben's sneer is burned into my mind. "And what's gonna stop me this time?" I unlock the dressing room door, and motion for him to come in. Ben wanders in and leans in close, so close that I can feel the faint scratch of his facial hair against my ear. "My personal cocksucker can't do his job if he's lost in the river." While my mouth snarks a retort, my lower half starts losing itself in a little lust. We're at the store right now, trying to shop for some swimming suits so Ben can take me on his favorite pastime (well, after talking shit and fucking): camping at a cabin. I enjoy the outdoor dry portion, relaxing with no noise, seeing the stars shine bright deep in the heart of Texas, catching up on a book or two. My brother, however, loves the river. Sitting on a tube, just letting the current take him and his buddies, enjoying a beer or two that someone snuck in, soaking in the sun. But curse my fear of water. The same brother I currently am stupidly in love with, always decided to torture me the second our mother looked away, pushing me under the light waves or flipping my tube upside down, and once just snatching my shorts off and tossing them far away. Hmm... Now that has a whole different connotation looking back. Wonder if he just wanted to catch a peek at my dick. Maybe he was just as pervy as I was with him. Just with the bravado to hide it behind fraternal bullying. Ben stares at the shorts I selected, judging them for color, fit, and how well my butt will look in them. He tosses the nice blue ones straight into corner, and is split between a forest green set that's a little on the high cut side (showing way too much thigh), and some dopey ones with flames on it. "Okay, I'm split on these..." He places them against my crotch, doing mental calculations for maximum hotness, then swaps between the 2 leftover choices. "Hmmm. Heads or tails?" "Uh. Heads?" He sneers again. "Good. Get on your knees." "Ben, we're in the store." "You picked heads, so that's what I am gonna get." Damn it! Why do I let him do this silly, sexy, stupid shit? I carefully lower myself down, my face at height with his belt buckle, as he slowly undoes it, teasing me hard. The worn away "silver" metal bet holding this beaten belt finally finagles itself open and I am gifted with a peek of his underwear band and a faint showing of hair. He playfully slaps my face with the non-metal end, and lowers down his jeans. My view is consumed with the weight of his briefs (navy blue this time), the warm bulge of his dick politely tucked away. "We don't got much time, so you better get to work." I lower the front of his underwear and... Hellooooooo Nurse! His cock springs to attention, hot and firm against my right cheek. "Question." Ben looks down at me, almost mockingly. "Fine. Just one." "What would have happened if I picked tails?" His free hand ruffles my hair. "Well, you'd be on all fours." My lovers voice a deep whisper, a feral growl. And with that, I was off to the races. My lips kissed the tip first, my usual greeting when we meet this way, then slowly started making my way down. First past the head, then back away. Then a little further, then back away, then a teensy bit further down, and back up. Till finally, my nose was deep into the dark hair, the smell sending me hard into euphoria. I think that's my brothers real secret: he's turned every single sense of mine into his personal slave. Even in public, he can drive me crazy. Sometimes he'll just slip his hand up my shorts at the dinner table with mother, right there! Other times he'll whisper the dirtiest fucking things in my ear, then proceed to order our lunch in front of the cashier. Or he'll wear this one cologne, and just... lean over to reach something and get real close to me. Hell, just this morning on the drive here, he gets out of the truck, does this big exaggerated stretch showing off his stomach and happy trail, and then points and laughs at me for staring. But my secret is that I know he loves it, and I know I drive him crazy the same way. The way I catch him looking at me when I'm playing a game or reading. The way he'll just swoop in for a peck, and a peck turns into our tongues and lips playing couples tennis. The way he asks me to tell him what I wanna do to him when we get to bed. Pulling away, I look at his hard wet dick, then back up at him, his eyes closed tight from the overwhelming pleasure, and I just smile, and get back to work. *Knock Knock* A random female voice cuts through the passion. "Excuse me, is this room taken?" I call out a reply while Ben tries to stuff his cock back into its cage and wrestle with putting his jeans back up, all the while we both try to stifle our nervous giggles. Grabbing the 2 pairs of shorts I didn't want, I readjust my own excitement into a hidden plane of existence between my shorts and hoodie, and wander out. An older employee is grabbing some random strewn about clothes and walks up to me, asking if I'm done as I close the door behind me. Fuck, gotta distract her. Don't want to be escorted out of a store... again. "Yeah, I think I'll... Uhhh... pick these shorts? Do you know if they come in other colors?" She sighs as she grabs it and reads the tag. "I don't think they do." "Mind checking for me, please?" I give her my biggest puppy dog eyes. "Fine." She sighs again, wandering over to the nearby inventory scanner. The second she starts walking, I tap the door behind me and follow her to keep her occupied. The girl scans the shorts and mutters a bunch of crap I stopped caring about, and Ben slowly sneaks around her and blends into the background as if he is perusing some purses, no one any the wiser. Close call! . . . . . We escape with the green shorts and a nice red pair of trunks for Ben, and into the sanctity of the truck. One shared glance between us and we just bust out laughing. Half from nerves, half from enjoyment. Ben and I have been a little riskier with how we mess around, for better and worse. Better in that it's really fucking hot. Changing rooms, restaurant bathrooms, movie theaters. Nothing major, but the taste of risk makes it hotter. Worst though is that... we're dumb kids and it's easy to forget how fucked this can be if we ever got caught. So sometimes I have to be the mature one and stop us. Rare that it happens, but it does. "Quick thinking there, Army. That lady didn't suspect a thing." "She probably wouldn't have cared if she caught us anyway. She looked like she was ready to quit." I start sorting through the clothes and other camping supplies we got. So far, so good. Food? Check. Entertainment? Check. Something to sleep on that isn't my brother? Check. Actual useful supplies? Check. Even a fresh bottle of lube just in case. I'm actually pretty excited, truth be told. With how Ben is now, I know it'll be a blast where I don't have to paranoid he's going to do something awful. or say hurtful things. Or throw things at me. Or trip me. Or push me. Or hide my things while I'm changing. Or steal the toilet paper. Or Gawd he was a monster sometimes. Though he'll probably still pull a prank like put my fingers in a glass of water as I sleep. But I'm not scared of his retribution anymore, so I'll just prank him back. Hope he likes cum for hair gel. _ _ _ _ _ Ma spent the morning lecturing us. "Blah blah, stay safe. Yadda yadda, don't let your little brother drown." "We know, Ma. We'll be fine! And we're only a phone call away!" "And you can trust us, because I'll keep Ben in line." Army pipes up from the bathroom, making sure he has toothpaste and deodorant packed. "Well, I trust you honey." She laughs as she gives me a kiss on the cheek. Glad she can trust one of us. But I think she knows I like to corrupt my dopey brother a little. She did notice when he smelled like cigarettes, or if we stayed up too late, or snuck into an R rated film. That Mom 6th sense of hers. Well, this vacation won't be too bad on that front. Maybe share a beer on the river because it's tradition for me. Nothing too crazy! Well, I might do some really corrupting things to Army, but he'll be begging for it anyway. I watch him toss on his over stuffed backpack and start losing balance. Bleh, what I am gonna do about this dummy. "Here, let me take that." I shrug off my backpack and sling his around my shoulder. "Just make sure you grab that cooler!" "Thanks..." He smiles at me as he rushes to the kitchen and shuffles his way outside with the food and drinks we packed. We get everyone loaded in, and I hop in the driver seat, just tapping on the steering wheel. "C'mon, dork, let's go!" "Hold on. Just don't wanna forget anything!" "Aw jeeze, you bitch." Army double checks my bag, and runs back inside. ... What the fuck did I forget? He rushes back out, a big bitchy smile on his cute bitchy face, and rushes back, tossing me a few things. Oh. Forgot my phone charger. And some underwear. "You goof." He playfully mutters as he finally sits in the passenger seat, ready to go. "It's a mans weekend, Army, I don't need underwear." "Then how am I going to enjoy my present if I can't unwrap it." Damn, boy's good. We back out of the drive way and onto the very long drive. Ma waving us a sweet good bye from the porch. It's been a while since I've just been on the road, a long destination on the map, just relaxing and zoning out. Army sits next to me, reading. I don't know how the guy does it, but he can do that for hours in a car without dying of motion sickness. I'd be puking my guts all over that poor book. I keep the music low and just find a sweet spot to sit back. Occasionally a song both Army and I love will pop up and we'd sing along, both really out of tune. But who gives a fuck, the smile on our faces says it all. Eventually the freeway leads us super far from buildings and traffic, now it's just green trees, pastures, and a spot of a lake here and there. "Hey, Army?" He cocks his ear at me, "yeah?" "I wanna be a good big brother to you, so let's do something real fun." "Ben, please don't drive stick with my dick." I wheeze a few good laughs. Dork. "No, you doofus. Here." I spot a gas station up ahead and pull off the freeway into it, and park along the side. "How about you drive for a bit? Let your big bro teach you?" "I'm not gonna sit in your lap while you push the pedals." "No no, of course not. Like, I wanna show you since there's no traffic, and it'll be really fun to learn." "Ben, you remember how hard I worked to help *you* get your license, I think I got a lot of it handled." "Yeah, and you watched a lot of porn before you got laid and you weren't some stud." He looks down. Ah shit, did I strike below the belt? "Awww. Come here you dork. I was joking." I unfasten his seatbelt and mine, pulling us close. "It'll be good to get practice, and it'll be nice for me to have to teach you something for a change." "Fine, fine." He leans his head a little up towards me and we kiss. And the kiss moves on to wandering hands till I push him off. "Come on, save that for when we get to the cabin, mister." We laugh as we swap places. He sits in the drivers seat and looks so out of place. Like Santa Claus on an Easter Egg hunt level of out of place. "So first things first. We got a real height difference, so I suggest you adjust the side switch till you feel your back is supported. Same for the little lever thing under the seat to move you close or far from the pedals. Then finally, there's a little switch right under the steering wheel to make it higher or lower. There, you got it." Army shifts everything around and fine tunes it till finally he looks like he almost belongs there. Almost. He still looks like a dopey baby brother. Same way he looks when he takes a drag off my cigarette or sips a beer. It's too funny. "Nice! Looking a lot better. So you got the 2 pedals. Only use one foot to either use your brakes or your gas." "Why one?" "Well, for me, when I'm driving, it's a lot easier to focus with one foot. If I need to brake or need to speed, I have to make the choice, you know? Both if both my feet are on each, then I can fuck that up real bad having to think with both." "Oh, that makes sense." "See? I'm not an idiot." He smiles at me as he tip taps the pedals with his feet. "Think I'm ready?" "I know you are, you dumbass. Now grab the shift stick thing, put it in R, and we can work our way back onto the road." We talk out what to do, and Army drops the smart ass act and just listens and works through it. After a few rough stops and almost running a stop sign, we finally got the nerves out. I tell him a few more tips and what to watch out for, give him a general idea how to think and feel when he's on the road to make sure he's safe. He turns to me when he finally feels comfortable and gives me a really big smile. This smile is really new to me, I think I only half remember seeing it when I showed him how to kiss. The experience of learning and the happiness of trying. I'm glad that we live together and I can finally do all the real big brother shit to him. I feel proud of my little dork. _ _ _ _ _ The drive there is very relaxed. You wouldn't know it based on how tight I gripped the wheel, but we made it to the park all the same. We pulled over, and I had Ben swap back to the drivers seat since the lack of real road and all the bumps made me nervous. He muttered a joking "pussy" and happily took over. Took a few long turns after a polite meeting with a park ranger who pointed us in the right direction, and we arrived at our destination: A cute little one room cabin. It seemed about the size of our living room, nothing big or showy. And you can spot the next few cabins around us at a distance, so it doesn't feel too lonely and horror-movie vibe. Far enough for privacy though, so we got that. I still might put a tarp up on the super wide "windows" (it was just a mesh wiring.) Ben parks and we hop out, grabbing our stuff. He asks me to unpack inside while he gets our other stuff untied from the bed of the truck. Chairs, a table, an air mattress, etc. I mostly just separated our clothes and swimming stuff like towels and shoes. Eventually everything is all settled and accounted for. I look outside and it seems like the sun is already setting. "Guess we arrived too late to go swimming?" Ben looks up from getting the air mattress flattened out to inflate "Yeah. I mean, unless you wanna go skinny dipping in the dark." "Luckily your ass is so pale I can see it at night." He scoffs, "Fuck off. I got a nice natural tan butt. Latino ass rise up." "Say that in espanol, then?" "Uhhh... Chinga tu madre." Both of our Spanish tongues suck. It's something mother gets on to us about a lot. She's bilingual despite being a white girl from rural Texas. But neither of us ever needed it. So we can look the part, but we can't talk the talk. "Need help with that?" I nod at the air pump for the mattress. "Just because you blow me good doesn't mean you can solve all my pump problems," Ben gives me a sly smile as he finally powers on the pump and the cabin is filled with the loud noise of the machine. I stand up and walk over to him and put my hand out to help him up, but instead he grabs me and pulls me down into a mess of limbs and laughs. We stare at each other for a second and smile, before he sighs and says "Get on with it." Our lips meet again, rekindling the passion paused from the changing room earlier. His hands immediately pull off my shirt, and my hands settle beneath his waist band, grabbing that amazing ass of his. He pulls away a second and grabs a nearby towel, and lays it out on the dirty floor. "Just one towel?" I ask as I undo my shoes. "Maybe more, if the mattress isn't ready by then." "So... heads or tails?" Ben smirks, "Oh no, you're not getting out of the blowjob you owe me for earlier." "Just a blow job?" He grabs a coin from his pocket, and flips it for fun. "You know I always want more." The coin flips down but misses his hand, bouncing around the ground a bit before landing. I lean over and grab it, and we see it together. Tails. "Dang it," Ben sighs. "Hope that mattress is ready by then, otherwise you fucking me is gonna be killer on my back." "Just your back?" "My knees too, probably." He kisses me again as he finally kicks off his pants, leaving him in his underwear. "You'll be enjoying it too much to care!" "Yeah, but maybe not tomorrow morning!" _ _ _ _ _ Army leaps over to me, horny as ever, finally having kicked off his undies. His hard cock still glistens as the sun sets, wet from precum. If his mouth isn't drooling for me, that dick always does for sure. We make out for a bit, his kisses becoming more wet and hot as he leans further onto me. I lift my legs a little, and I can feel his hard cock rubbing more and more slime on my still covered ass. He always loves to take his time with getting me out of my cloth prison. He kisses a path down my body, always hitting his favorite spots: my neck, my underarms, my tummy, and finally the waistband. He stares, like a fucking hungry bear, playing with his food. He paws at my bulge, a dark stain at the tip from my own dumb horniness. "Just take them off already, you doofus." "Ten more seconds, please?" He begs in that breathy voice that I always obey. "Fine, but I get to fuck you after." "Deal." I loudly countdown from 10. Throw a few Mississippis in there for good measure to get him amped up. "3 Mississippi... 2 Mississippi... 1 Miss- Woah!" He rips my briefs down, and I feel his hot breath on my balls, another weakness of mine. And there's the tongue as it slowly slides up my shaft till finally he takes a deep taste of my precum. He pulls back my foreskin, and licks around just in case he missed some. Boy is fucking addicted. And like that, my cock is enveloped in his wet warm tasty amazing perfect hot mouth. I thrust a little in tandem, enjoying every single damn second of this. Almost like blue balls from being interrupted early, making up for wasted time when he wasn't blowing me. I moan... a lot. Something about nature and not having Ma nearby makes me a little more vocal than normal. "Watch... out. You might not be able... to fuck me if you bust early." He says in between panting, catching his breath from a nicely held deep-throat. "Fucker, don't worry, I know how to control myself." "You sure?" He gives me a devilish grin as his tongue slides lower and lower till finally I feel it on my hole. My whole body shudders in delight. It's a feeling I love and can never get used to. It drives me fucking crazy. On the list of shit Army does that I love, eating me out almost ties for first behind kissing. It's just that good. My moans go deeper as his tongue and fingers start working me out. I've gotten a lot better at being in the moment and being able to relax. Part of it is just being with Army, and part of it is just learning to enjoy it. At first, I was still sort of unsure about being fucked. I was wondering when it would feel good, like the guys I see in porn who are just lost in their asses being dominated. It looked fun, but I never really felt that sort of lust. Took us a few tries to finally find a good rhythm that my ass really enjoys. The way it feels as his cock slides back especially, almost like hes about to pull out and his head is right there where I know that hot spot is. Plus he isn't, like, big nor does he last a super long time, so I don't feel like it hurts or sore after. It's honestly pretty great. The real part though is seeing my brother actually be a stud. Army leans over my body, his throbbing cock right at my wet and ready hole, "Ready?" I kiss him in response, and he bites my lower lip and holds it for a sec, smiling like a bitch. He grabs the new thing of lube we got, and slathers it on the eager parts of us. And I hear him lean back in and whisper to get on all fours. Fuck, I love that stupid whisper. As expected, I obey, spreading my legs and feeling the cool night air that flowing in from the windows on my exposed ass. Lube makes it feel almost chilly. Then the almost burning hot feeling of my boyfriends dick pressing into me, it resists a few times at first as he slides against it. The worst part of us being so different in height is finding the perfect angle every single time. I slide my legs a little wider, and he adjusts himself, and I cover my mouth as he finally slides into me. Slow at first, deliberate and delicate. He always worries about hurting me, but other than accidentally kneeing me in the nuts last week, or that awkward elbow to the nose, or that time he came in my eye, we've never had too many issues. But he still worries. He starts off slow, the cabin now filled with the sound of skin on skin, light. I groan as I straighten up a little and turn back to kiss him, but then I end up being too tall and he slips out, muttering a little "fuck" as he gets annoyed with himself. He still seems a little insecure in the cock pit (heh) but I tell him it's fine, he's doing great. "Oh, I'll show you great," is all he whispers back as he slips back into me, and picks up a pace. Sometimes a little bullying goes a long way for a good fucking for him. He grabs my hips, thrust after thrust as pounds into me, eager to prove something. Fuck, I love this dork. I hear him utter a little dirty talk, but sometimes he sounds like hes nervous and doesn't know what to say so it's like a mix of being dominate and being lost. "You like that, you little cumdump" which was great... or "Now who's the big brother" which was not so much. I feel him pick up pace, his breathing becoming more shallow and his words incoherent. And I look up to see the air mattress is full. I don't want him to go yet, especially not when I've had my fun yet. Straightening myself up, I turn around and grab Army, and I kiss him. The look of confusion flashes across his eyes for a second as he feels my tongue on his lips as it slips into his mouth. My hands grip his arms, keeping them at his side so he doesn't try to jack off and finish yet. We make out for a bit as he calms down, his breathing slows a bit from panting to just feral. I lean close to his ear and simply say "My turn." And he melts in my hands as I push him onto the mattress, making him land on his back. Grabbing the discarded lube, I move up to him and lift up his legs, slicking up his cute butt. He whimpers like a dog in heat as he feels my fingers circle his hole. I spend a few minutes relaxing him, muttering little things to drive him crazy. How he loves my cock, how it feels inside him, the usual. Eventually I put his legs on my shoulders and aim my almost aching dick to its goal. Been waiting for this for so long, ever since I suggested we go camping. I just wanted to spend a whole weekend with us doing fun shit, and fucking and messing around in between. The sounds and smells of nature mixed with the sounds and smells of an amazing dicking of my dopey brother. I feel his legs tense up as I slowly fuck him, just the tip at first, till finally my hips are pressed right up against his sweaty cheeks. Fuck, I should have brought a fan, it's getting hot up in this place. We're both sweating like animals. I wipe my brow with my arm and just go to town on him, as I feel his hands tighten around my arms, gripping every thrust for dear life. He lifts his head up a little and we awkwardly meet for a kiss as I still try to fuck him. Once again, I hate how short he is sometimes. Eventually, I pull out and flip him over onto his hands and knees, and I go straight back in again. I see his hands try to go between his legs to play with his dick, but nope. Not on my watch. I grab his wrists together and pin them to his back, keeping them under my control. "Ben... Please... I need to..." He begs. "Nope" is all I say. We start moaning in tandem, music to my ears as he knows I'm getting close. His ass drives me crazy, and fucking it is a gift that keeps on coming. And I feel myself getting close, and I don't let up, shaking the sweat out of my hair, keeping focus on the image of my dick just slipping in and out of my boyfriend. The little peek of his balls swinging to and fro beneath him. Fuck, I can't take it anymore. I thrust with each wave of pleasure hitting my body as I groan, guttural and dirty. The slap of skin on skin again punctuating every single drop of cum I shoot into him. I weakly collapse onto my back, exhausted and spent. Army feels me leave him, and he crawls up next to me, and I extend my arm to invite him to cuddle. "Can I jack off now? Pretty please." I lean over and kiss him, stroking his still hard and dribbly cock as he moans into my mouth. Doesn't take long to see his own volcano erupt on both of us. "Hey, watch it! Don't make a mess on the mattress, we gotta sleep here," I joke as I block my face from shot of cum that soared past my ear. Holy shit, that boy was just ready to burst. "This is... your fault!" was his only excuse. We lay and cuddle for a bit, still almost soaked in sweat and cum and drool, feeling manly and loved and just content. "So what's on the agenda tomorrow?" Army says, his fingers playing with my nipple hair. "I was thinking breakfast. Something simple like eggs and ham? Then we can go rent some tubes and coast down the river till midday, then maybe come back for a bit?" "That feels like its missing something." His hands slide down to my soft dick, giving it a polite grab. "Army, we just fucked eachother. Hell, my load is probably still warm in you. Don't think for a second I'm not going for seconds later." We kiss till finally the grossness of our sticky bodies becomes unbearable. It's too late for a shower given it's now super dark, so I just soak a spare towel in water and clean us both. Army puts the linens on the mattress while I get everything ready for the night. He stares while he fails to get the sheets on since I'm still naked, and it always distracts him. "Can you please put on underwear?" "So what, you can stare at me more?" I know that fucker too well. But I slip on some briefs and eventually we make it to bed, and without a word needed, we pass out. End of Chapter 35 - Part 1 Thank you for reading.