Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2008 21:19:59 -0700 From: IWFYA2 Subject: Not In My Wildest Dreams Disclaimer: This story is fictional. All characters and situations come from the mind of the author, potentially inspired from real life events but not based in them. As this story involves sex and sexualized situations, please do not read if your local laws do not allow such material or if such material is offensive to you. 18 and over only please! Not In My Wildest Dreams Part One Jeremy locked the door, while Ramos made sure the blinds were down and the curtains closed. They didn't want anyone looking in, after all. Jeremy and Brandon Ramos were two ordinary brothers. Both dark of hair, with dark tanned skin, they could pass for twins if they were closer in age. Brandon held two years over his twelve year old brother, and the height and bulk that went with them. Still, it was impossible to mistake them for anything other than brothers, and as brothers should be they were very close. Sitting on his bed, Jeremy watched Brandon sit down on the second bed on the other side of the room, mouth dry. "On three?" "Yeah..." Brandon replied nervously. "One." Jeremy said, as they bother busied their hands undoing belts and unzipping zippers. "Two." He wriggled a little to move the cloth around as he shifted his grip to grab both jeans and briefs. "Three!" they spoke in unison, yanking their pants off, revealing their stiff hard ons to the world around them -- the reason they had oh-so-carefully made sure of complete and utter privacy. Their parents wouldn't be home for hours, and none of their friends should show up today -- they hoped. If not, well, they only needed a few minutes to finish this. "Wow..." they whispered together, each staring at the others rod. Dark, purple, almost exactly identical. "Mines longer than yours!" giggled Jeremy. "Nuh-uh!" Brandon disagreed, and grabbed the ruler of his bed. Placing it at the base of his cock, he measured carefully. "Five and three quarters!" he exclaimed before tossing the ruler to his brother, who followed suit and proclaimed "Five and seven eighths!" "Liar!" Brandon shouted, and lept over to do the deed himself. His brother tried to wiggle away, then he got his hand on the ruler and his other hand on the cock. His brother froze, shocked by the contact and paralyzed by the heat of someone else's hand on his most intimate digit just long enough for his brother to assure himself of the proper number. "Five and a half you little braggart!" Giggling, they both pulled their pants back up. "That felt good..." Jeremy whispered to his brother. "What?" "Your... um... hand." "It did, did it?" Brandon sneered. "Thats 'cause I know how to jerk off, and you just pretend to!" Jeremy laughed. "You know I cum just as much as you do!" "Liar, you can't come yet your only twelve!" "Wanna bet?" "Sure!" Brandon snapped back. "OK! What stakes?" "I dunno... why don't you start jerking while we think about it?" By this time both brothers were clothed again, and Jeremy wasn't about to get unclothed so quickly. He was tired of Mr. Right Hand, and was hoping for something more. "You ever heard of a mutual, Bro?" "A what? Oh, wait, you mean-" "Yeah, you jerk me I jerk you." "Gross," Brandon replied. "Well, why don't we have one. And after we're finished, looser gives winner a blowjob!" "Yeah, right, why not make it a good fuck while your at it!" Brandon fished his tube of lube out of his nightstand and tossed it to his brother. "OK, that works! Done!" "Wait, what? No!" Brandom moaned as he realized he was trapped. His mind spun feverishly. Knowing his brother, the deal had been made just to make him break the 'deal', and thus let Jeremy out of an untenable situation because he knew he was gonna loose, so it wasn't likely he'd have to take it... but there was always the chance... "So, you want out of the bet already! Ha!" Jeremy retorted. "Not so quick, just wasn't meaning to make that a proposal.... but since you accepted, fine!" Brandon's girl wasn't putting out, and the feel of something tight and hot around his aching member would be so nice. Well worth the minor -- the nonexistent! -- risk of being fucked himself. And, in the deepest darkest reaches of his mind where the stigma of 'being gay' could never reach, he admitted that either way this was something he really would like to do... "So... how you wanna do this?" Jeremy asked softly, shock clear on his face. "I'll... I'll do you first." Brandon whispered, mouth dry. "Just... lie back and let me make you feel good Bro. Then..." Jeremy giggled. "Then I make you feel good... and then I get my fuck!" "Yeah, except its going to be my fuck!" Brandon bantered back. Jeremy just lay flat on his back, kicking his shoes off. Brandon sauntered over and fell beside him on the bed, and cuddled up against his hip. Hands drifting over his brothers body, he let one flow down and stroke his now bulging crotch. Jeremy moaned and pressed into him, even as Brandon's other hand worked under his shirt and started to pull it off. Jeremy, wanting more skin, worked his own hands under his brothers shirt and tugged it off, even as Brandon undid his belt and started shimmying his jeans off. Jeremy returned the favor, lifting his hips to help Brandon even as his hands worked feverishly on Brandon's belt. Instinct or desire gripped him, and Brandon pressed his lips to his brothers, and they started kissing, tongues dancing between them and breathing each others breath. Chests pressed together in sudden, unexpected lust, and Jeremy finally broke off and thrust his grinding hips against his brother even more insistently, reminding him of the deal. Brandon pushed his boxers down and reaching in started stroking, softly and slowly, the sopping wet member, not even realizing he'd forgotten the lube -- this could only be pre-cum! Jeremy moaned as Brandon slowly tortured him, hips thrusting and mouth gaping as he worked his way to pleasure. Brandon shut him up in the only way possible, by covering his mouth with his own as his hands moved up and down his brother's body, stroking his member, tweaking his nipples, playing with his ass, and stroking his asshole with his own precum. Jeremy pushed into it on both ends and moaned loader, his twelve year old stamina coming to the fore as his thrusting became quicker, stronger. Brandon slowed his stroking and playing down to match Jeremy's increase, until Jeremy almost screamed in agony. Finally, he started fingering his younger brother hard, even as his hand become a blur. With a series of muffled grunts, Jeremy finally came, hips thrust up into the air as he pumped shot after shot straight up, to fall back on his crotch. Brandon smeared it over his dick, even as Jeremy's hands moved to remove his briefs. With one swift moment, Brandon started kissing his brother again even as he straddled his body, chests touching and arms wrapped around each other. Oh so slowly, unable to believe it, he let himself fall backward, ass seeking something he never expected to take. His brother froze, still hard, as his ass made contact with the cock he'd just stroked. Nodding, he pushed himself back onto it and began to bounce, pulling himself and his brother upwards as he groaned horsely. He was pumping, pumping, hips swiveling under the covers and he rode his way to orgasm... Oh god, here it came, oh god! Brandon clutched his middle through the sheets as he soaked his briefs, gasping helplessly as he shot shot after shot into his clothes. Across the room, his brother snorted, then rolled over and resumed his snoring. Authors Note: Inspired by a dream I had this morning ("lock up" then skip to the mutual jack off, wake up with the alarm clock just a bit before the "finish"...), if I get enough e-mail, I fully intend to write additional pieces. Otherwise, I'll just work on my "Main" piece, which is more story focused rather than being an excuse for sex -- as a result, I won't be posting it for a while, untill I have enough to give me a good bit of buffer. So if you liked this and want more, e-mail me!