Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2018 20:54:07 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 4 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks everyone who has kept me motivated with their comments and feedback. I feel excited and grateful for the reception of this series, and glad to hear anything from y'all. Please keep them coming to army.mando9@gmail.com , they are so inspiring. Chapter 4: Pass/Fail Ben took a shot at me, but missed, not realizing that he fell into my trap mine, giving me another point. "Fuck! You clever bitch!" He laughed. "I'll get you this time" We sat next to each other, our knees occasionally touching when either of us would get excited or mad at the prospect of beating the other at a match. He decided the best way to finish our emotional quagmire was with some classic split screen action. I enjoyed his nearby warmth, it was comforting, like a fireplace in winter. BOOM! I watched as my character exploded suddenly. "You screen peeking dickhead! Fuck your grenades!" I was playfully mad, and enjoying the camaraderie. "Army, don't be bitter, be better!" "Says the guy who has to cheat to beat me!" "Hey, whatever I gotta do to win, right? The only thing that matters is- Damn it! Screw your sniper!" He dropped his controller. "Boom, headshot, bitch." In retaliation, Ben hit me on the arm, laughing to himself. "Good shot though!" "Guys, I'm home!" Mom shouted from the front door. We completely forgot she left, to be honest, too caught up in our own stuff. "Hey, Army... did... umm," Ben started. Despite all that had transpired, he still seemed uncomfortable with his feelings. But hey, at least he was trying. "Did you wanna tell mom about... well, you being... uh... you?" I never considered telling her, honestly. Part of me wants to say "thats none of her business" and the other part also wants to say "why tell her, I'm still single and I doubt I'll find a boy by the time I graduate and move out." Hell, I was surprised Ben cared at all. But it made my heart warm over... maybe he's changing already. "What, me being gay? Why? I'm not banging any guys, and she has enough on her plate anyway." I started to get up. " Besides, I'll probably just avoid dating till I'm in college anyway. Seems easier, than risk getting beat up at school because some douchebag got insecure that I suck dick better than his girlfriend, so..." Bens face took a slight change... He seemed angered at the thought. " Okay. But that leads into something I want to say to you..." He looked deep into my eyes. "I've seen what dumb guys do to people... like you, Army. And since your dads... not around... It's my duty to make sure you stay safe, so if anyone ever tries to start shit because of your... you know." He still seemed uncomfortable about saying it. It was kind of cute, like watching a cat trying to swim. Poor guy. "You can say gay, Ben. Or whatever you want, I don't care." I rolled my eyes. "But I appreciate the offer, but I'm too clever to get myself caught up in some school fight." "Army..." Ben crossed his arms, doing a good impression of being stern. It just looked goofy, but I still loved this faux-macho act. It was really putting gas in my spank bank for sure. Ben, my knight in shining armor... Oh, no wait, maybe dressed a half naked viking, axe in hand, fighting for my honor. Taking me in his sweaty, muddy, bloody arms, kissing me like some kind of cover art for a really bad Romance Novel. Ugh, why does my brain keep going to these places... *Knock Knock* "You guys okay? I swear if one of you is dead..." She stepped in, and a wave of relief hit her face. "Oh thank goodness. Is... everything okay now?" Ben took point on this. "Y-yeah Ma... Army and I talked it out." He stood up and went to give her a hug. "I'm... I'm sorry I was being a total dick to y'all. I promise I'll try... No, I'll be a better son for you." I went to join them in a hug, and we stood there for a moment, silent, enjoying the shared understanding. Mom pulled back, wiping some tears off her eyes. "Ben, I'm really sorry... I know I haven't always been there, but I swear I'll make it up to you, okay? Now go to bed, you have a long weekend of studying so you can pass that damn drivers test!" She gave us both a kiss on the head, and left. I went and gave Ben another hug (so many hugs tonight... I'm growing addicted. Being snuggled in those big arms of his...) and climbed up to my bed. Ben turned off the game and started getting ready to sleep as well. Ben went to turn out the lights, and I realized I was just too tired to spy on what briefs he was wearing tonight. Instead, after heading Ben get settled below me, I took off my current night shirt and swapped it to his worn, used, semen coated shirt I borrowed a little while back. It fit me pretty big, but so very comfortable, and still smelled like him. I pulled the collar up to my face, and took a deep breath, and fell into a nice slumber. ... The weekend came and went. So much of our spare time spent on making sure Ben was ready for his test. By the time we turned in to sleep on Sunday night, Ben and I were both tired, but confident he could ace it. I relaxed under my covers, staring at the ceiling, already exposed and memorized the baby blue cloth prison that Ben had on display, just comfortably dreaming about how to break little Ben (Big Ben? Nah, too on the nose...) out and into pure bliss. "Army?" I perk up, and turn to see Ben looking at me. His dark eyes shining against moon behind me. "Hm?" Odd, he never talks after lights go out. "Hey... do you... nevermind... this is dumb. Forget it" He sighed and went back down to his bunk. "Ben, whats up? You okay? Not feeling sick are you... I don't think I'm prepared to grab a bucket for you." "Dont worry about it, I'm just being stupid.' I scoffed loudly. "You know better. Spit it out, its better that way." "... Can you come down here?" ... I was confused, unsure what his endgame was, but I wasn't gonna question it. Don't want to deter him... or myself, I shamefully confessed. I was getting desperate for any contact with him, any way to improve our friendship. I climbed the ladder down, and saw him back under the covers, propped up against the headboard. Taking a seat on his bed, I looked him in the eyes, awaiting his response. "Umm... I... Sorry, I'm not good at this shit... I can't sleep... I'm really nervous. Scared, you know?" He looked back at me, his jaw tense with anxiety. I decided to take a chance, scooting myself next to him, side by side, trying to make this moment as intimate as possible. Maybe it'll help his nerves. He stared back, unsure but at least not reacting negatively to my closeness. I took a deep breath, trying my best to concentrate without letting the warmth of his body distract me. "Thats fine. We spent hours on this! You got this. Haven't you done shit like this before, for baseball or asking a girl out? That anticipation?" I smiled at him, trying to ease his stress. "Yeah, tons of times, but its different this time, you know? Like..." He shook his head, trying to find the words. "I'm good at baseball, I'm never worried about me fucking up. I just know I can do my best by... instinct, I guess. Same with girls, I just know what to say. But like... A lot is riding on this, and I'm not really good at it. I'm not like you." Oh... Damn, this is tough. "And? Hey... I'm not that smart either, I just know how to do tests and shit. Questions and quizzes are easy because they have an actual single answer, or just require knowing trivia, like a dumb game of Jeopardy. Not like I can pull a whole essay out of my ass on Shakespeare or whatever, but I can get by. Thats what I tried to teach you. I set it to your strengths, you may not score a 100, but you'll pass, I trust and believe in you, got that?" I put a comforting hand on his strong shoulder, which was so very warm to the touch. "Promise?" He looked back at my eyes again, unblinking, looking for signs of doubt. There were none to be found. "I swear, Ben. Now stop this pussy act and get some sleep. Don't want you killing your driving teacher because you fell asleep at a light." He laughed, a little harder than usual out of relief, but I could tell he felt a weight off his shoulders. Ben relaxed back on his pillow, lacing his arms behind his head. I caught myself staring again, consumed in the sight of his strong chest, watching it rise and fall, illuminated by the moonlight. Dark patches of thick hair highlighted his underarms, their exposure to the air releasing a nice masculine scent. I followed his strong looking arms up to his neck, where the visible stubble has taken root again. His hair had lost its styling shape and was left in an even sexier disheveled shape, thick and getting a little long due to laziness to get it cut. He opened his eyes and looked back at me, confused. "You... okay?" Oh shit. Damn it, you stupid obsessed creep. Stop staring at him. "H-huh... Yeah, I'm... fine." I tried to get up, but instead hit my head against the bed and fell on the floor. Between the stars in my eyes, the throbbing of my head, and the roaring laughter of my brother, I felt awful. So damn stupid. "Haha, Army, what the fucks wrong with you? I know I'm hot, but no reason to hurt yourself over it." "Oh fuck off. I'm just tired... I'm going to bed." "Dont go falling in love with me, bro, haha." Fucking damn it, I'm just gonna screw it all up, aren't I. "Tough talk coming from the guy who needs his baby brother to help him feel better!" Maybe some insults will distract him. "Ha, oh please, you need me just as much as I need you. Who's gonna teach you how to hit a ball, or how to pick up guys, or work out those scrwany arms of yours." "Oh, you know how to pick up guys? No shock there!" Keep up the banter, Armando. "Maybe! Charm and looks can work for both chicks and guys! Unless you think hitting your head on shit is a cute way to get laid." His retorts are getting better... Maybe I'm rubbing off on him (Oh I wish). "I mean, you were dropped a lot on your head as a kid, and look where you are!" We laughed at each other. Last week, this kind of shit would have led to one of us fighting with the other, but now its just brothers goofing around, having fun. It has a different, positive energy. It's so much more enjoyable. I crawled back up to my bed, feeling cold now that Ben's heater of a body was left below. Eventually sleep took us though... ... I spent the whole day at home, nervously looking at the clock to see when Ben will finish his test. I had every limb crossed, from my fingers to my toes to my dick, hoping he will pass. He had to, I didn't want to let him down because I wasn't a good tutor... Mom left to go pick him up, and all I could feel was my heart in my throat. Will he thank me if he succeeds? I wonder how... Don't fucking fantasize about a kiss, Armando. Unless you turned into Amanda in the next 30 minutes, Ben will never be interested. Ewww... Amanda... I hate that name. But if he fails... No, he won't. Don't even think about that scenario, its bad jujubes. Don't want to jynx him, he deserves a little faith. I hear the truck pull up, and rush to the door, eager to hear the fruits of our work. But the faces on mom and Ben seem to already tell me the results. Moms face seemed to be set in a stern frown, and Ben slouched in his seat, defeated. I felt my eyes start to feel heavy, tears approaching... "Ben... Ben! Please tell me..." I was getting upset... They got out of the car, and Ben walked up to me. I wanted to hug him out of sadness, hit him out of anger, kiss him out of ... No. Not that last one. "Army, I'm sorry... I... I..." He showed me the paper. I looked at it, searching for the F word. Passed. "You fucking little-!" I raised my fists, broken and upset, and hit Ben repeatedly. Well, more like a flimsy brush but my point still stands. Mom busted out laughing, and Ben joined her, grabbing my hands to calm me down. "You fell for it! See, Ma? I told you he'd fall for it. The guy has 0 faith in his big brother!" I stayed silent, mixed emotions taking hold. Happy he passed, mad he tricked me, annoyed mom played along, entertained by my brothers surprisingly good acting. Mom drew us all into a family hug, though, and the anger slipped away. "We need to celebrate! What did you want to do, Ben?" "Can't tonight, Mom. Some of my friends are doing a party to celebrate my newfound freedom. But we can celebrate later." Mom was so proud she couldn't refuse his request on this, the day of her son's passing drivers ed. She let him go, and said we'll get groceries and make a nice dinner and cake for tomorrow night. I went to go join her. Ben went to go rush and get ready. I felt sad I couldn't celebrate his success with him alone yet, I really wanted to tell him how proud of him I was, but it could wait. Not like he was going anywhere. The night passed quickly. I went to bed early, knowing Ben probably won't make it back till super late, might as well expedite the free time till we get some privacy. I put his shirt back again, and relaxed in the aromatic embrace of my brother... ... I woke up to the sound of the bedroom door shutting a little loudly. The sound of uneven footsteps and a thick body bumbling into furniture took the room. I peeked down and saw Ben, trying to strip for bed but struggling hysterically. "Psst! Pssssttttttt!" Ben whisper-slurred. "Armmmmmmy, you awake? Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Psst!" "What?" "C-can you... haha.... can you come down here and help... help me? I'm a litt-little stucky stuck in my shirt. Damn shirt, it won't let go... Heeeeeeeelp me, Army." Ben giggled to himself. Oh goodness, he's drunk... "Sure, Ben. Give me a sec" I hopped down to him, and was greeted by what looked like a bad tornado of clothes and skin. Pants stuck at his knees, shirt lifted weirdly around his arms and hands, missing a shoe. Poor guy, he sucks at this. Sadly, his green briefs were affixed firmly to his body... "Ben, stop spinning, I can't help you if you keep fucking spinning." "But its fuuuuun! Wheeeee!" Oh dear lord. Drunk Ben is apparently a toddler. Eventually he stopped and let me pull his shirt off. With his head finally free, he looked at me, and smiled. "Come here, bro. I'm soooooo happy I have you! You help... helped me so much!" He drew me into a very firm hug... Very very firm... Oh, now hes crushing me. "Ben... Ben!" "Oh sorry... haha." He put me down and looked back at me, and big smile grew on his face. "Hey, buddy.... isn't that my shirt? Hey, I thought... I lost that shirt." He rocked his body a little back and forth, but he seemed more focus now... Fuck, I forgot I was wearing this. "This? Oh..." C'mon Armando, think fast. "I t-think... mom g-got our laundry c-confused..." I stuttered my lie out, hoping the alcohol will sell the parts I can't. "Ma? Confuse my big man shirts with your tiny shirts? Our Ma? Haha nah... Plus..." He poked the obvious stain on my chest. "My jizz is still on there... Haha jizz... That's gross, bro, haha." His laughter went against my absolute dread and panic. I was stuck between a huge hunk of drunken rock and a hard place, and apparently alcohol gave Ben a weird heightened perception... "It... Umm... it was dark and I couldn't tell... Sorry Ben..." "Thats not okay, dude. Stealing my dirty cum rag shirt, haha. Okie dokie, artichokey? Tell me the truth, and nothing but the truth, Army." Ben crossed his arms, trying to mix weird authority with jovial drunken bravado. "... I stole it. I'm sorry..." I couldn't lie anymore, might as well cut this conversation down fast. Maybe he won't even remember what happened. "Army Smarmy... Do you have a 'wittle' crush on your ol' big bro? Is that why you looked at me all super pervy the other night? I rememeber you had 'this face'." Ben scrunched up his face, looking like a total idiot... which is probably very accurate to how I looked at that moment. This keeps getting worse and worse. He stepped closer, jokingly poking me with his fingers, trying to get the truth out of me. "N-no... I don't have any ... c-crush on... you" I felt defeated and hopeless. What is he gonna do... Ben hiccuped and laughed at me. "Awwwwwww, you do, don't you, little brother. Thats soooo cute and weird and shit!" He randomly hugged me and stared deeply into my face. "Its totally fine, I know I'm a catch and all, but shhhhh... keep it a secret, I won't tell a soul... Shhhh..." He put his finger to my lips, and all I could smell was beer and a very strong earthy musky scent. What is going on, I wondered. This is pivoting so wildly... "So... Uhhh... how was the party? What did you do?" I tried to pivot the conversation, get him to just go to bed... "Army," Ben continued. "The party was so badass. Yes, sir! Veronica was there too, have I told you about her? Really fine girl, realllllllly fine. Empty head though, like a balloon with make up on it. She kept trying to kiss me and I'm liiiiike "Nah dawg, I'm cool." Eventually I gave in, and oh my gawd!" He busted out laughing again. "Sheeee was soooooo bad at it! Like making out with... what are those fish called with the teeth? Pirahnas! Like them!" He laughed hard at his own joke... At least Drunk Ben had a great sense of humor, but I was too on edge to laugh. "She kept trying and trying, but I just told her upfront to her face. I'm like "Ma'am! You have to learn the ropes before you take on this tongue master! Your skills are baaaaaad! She got sooooo mad, she slapped me and left. My pals and I just laughed and laughed and laughed." He calmed down and looked at me with serious eyes. "Have you ever kissed anyone? You know, put your lips on their lips and go all 'Mmmm.' Come oooooooon, tell your big brother... I won't tease you." I stood there, shocked and silent, unsure how to respond. I have never kissed anyone, but why does he care... "Hey, nothing to be ashamed about. Its easy to learn, and I don't want you to feel like you're missing out... Or worse, be awful like that chick." He leaned closer, and I could smell his breath. "I won't let some douche-guy ever call me or my brother a bad kisser, that's for sure..." My heart pounded hard, and I felt light headed, overwhelmed... Is he going to- And then the room spun. Ben put his lips against mine... I was lost, confused, found, electrified, caught between living and dead. I tried to match his movements (and maybe tried to mimic what I saw in movies). It was sloppy, wet, passionate, and amazing in how weird and awkward it was. His lips were a little chapped, but the texture was unique... He grabbed the back of my neck, and continued, now using his tongue. My face felt like it was on fire, desperate to keep up with him. But my body was too frozen to react well, to hold him, to keep this kiss going. Ben was breathing deeply, caught in the moment, a light moan erupting from his throat. I felt this energy, like lightning, and I wanted more. Shoved my face against his, trying to keep up... But eventually, we parted, and I stood in shock, unsure what just happened. Ben just looked back and laughed at me some more. "There, see? See see? No longer a loser kiss-virgin. Plus its easy... its all in the lips... Allllll in the Liiiiiips. Maybe a little teeth and tongue too..." He looked down, and laughed more. "Ooops... guess other Ben got excited." I followed his eyes, and saw the green tent... A little dark spot spreading at the tip. "Hahaha! Go to bed, Army. Nighty night, you queer. I still love you, my little obsessed weirdooooo." And with that, Ben dropped his briefs, his hard cock flopping down and back up, a small smack from hitting his stomach. I was transfixed, seeing the uncut piece of my brother's excitement greeting me with a strong salute. The half mast reveal a while back had nothing on what he looked like totally at attention. Ben's cock pointed at a long 6 ½", a bead of precum leaking from the slightly exposed tip. He giggled at himself, wiping the precum up with a fingertip, and licked it, giggling some more. What the fuck is going. Is this a fever dream? It has to be. "Stop staring, Army, haha. I know its the best cock you've ever seen but he's shy!" He dived into the covers, and within seconds, he was out, loudly snoring to himself. ... I stood still, in shock, fearing any movement would wake me up, but reality persisted. Grabbing Ben's green briefs, I retreated to my bed. I smelled them deep, a mix of piss and musk penetrating the deepest parts of my horny teenage lizard brain. And I decided to add to the depravity, and lick the wet spot of precum... And was greeted with something better than any savory flavor or delectable spice that had ever existed... Ben tasted like perfection. I took a sip of the forbidden pre-cum of his even more forbidden fruit, and emerged forever changed. Addicted to this salty-sweet essence, the madmans insight trapped on the tip of my tongue, revealing my inner-most desires and fears and hopes. I loved my brother, I lusted for him, I wanted to be with him, be him, him to be with me. Everything at once. I collapsed, confused, letting my feelings coalesce. He kissed me... I could still feel the scratches of his stubble on my hairless face. My lips felt burned and demanding more. The ghost touch of his hand on the back of my neck. The sight of his full hard glory burned into every part of my brain and imagination. Eventually, dawn came, and the fallout with it... End of Chapter 4 Thanks for reading!