Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 08:40:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Stu Wrigley Subject: Our Baby Brother (gay/incest & gay/urination) The following story is nothing short of pure fiction, it never happened in reality, and if anybody who reads this story can say otherwise, then the events within this story are purely coincidental to said actually occurring event. I take no personal responsibility to whatever happens to readers of this story after they have... well obviously read it (kind of redundant, don't you think?) This applies to all laws and ordinances in your place of habitation. I'm open to just about any kind of feedback from my stories except flame e-mails, and no I'm not talking about e-mails with magenta and hot pink colored themes. You know the kind I'm talking about. Oh, and just for a serious note, this is obviously a fantasy world where diseases and viruses do not exist, so in real life, use your fucking head when it comes to sex with others. Be smart, and be honest. Now that I've written the usual pre-story bullshit, on with the insanity! ------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ From Inside a Fucked Up Mind ~ INK BLOTCHES PUBLISHING ink_blotches@yahoo.com "Our Baby Brother" Materialized: September 19, 2005 Part One: Unfair? "Mom this isn't fair! Why can't Sean take care of himself? He's sixteen years old for god's sake!" "Don't you take the lord's name in vain Benjamin Ross!" My mother responded always the vigilant of the lord is she. "You know the rules around here mister, unless you're of age are you allowed to be by yourself in this household. If you have any problems you know what the alternate solution is." "Yes ma'am I know, but couldn't we just make an exception? There's this party tonight that I've wanted to go to all week. I did all of my homework and finished off two projects that aren't do for weeks." "I'm sorry Benjamin, but those are the rules, they don't change for good reason. I don't want anything bad to happen to either of my boys when your father and I aren't home." If it wasn't for the fact that I was raised a good boy, I would have decked this bitch in front of me with every ounce of energy I had in me. It was ridiculous to think that my brother couldn't handle himself on his own. I deserved to go to that party, I earned it dammit. Sean's going to fucking pay for this. "So what am I going to do all day? All my homework's done, I can't leave the house without Sean and he's got work up the ying-yang." "Well why don't you invite Caleb over? He can spend the night if he wants to." "So you'll trust three boys on their own in a house for a night rather than one alone?" "Oh stop it Benjamin." "Mom you know I hate it when you use my name like that." "In any case, I know Caleb; he's such a sweet boy and can be trusted, as I know you can too. Now you take care of your brother and don't cause him any grief because you're missing a party. There will be plenty others." Yeah right, not this one. There was going to be all sorts of sex and drugs all over the place, and there's nothing like a giant orgy with pot that gets me going. But then again, bringing Caleb over for the night would be just as good, I mean he likes to fuck, and he's one of the biggest pot dealers at school. I guess a private pot-fuck would be just as good as a public one, besides, some of the people there are just plain nasty. "Fine!" I responded, sounding not as enthusiastically as I felt on the inside. The argument my mother and I had with one another in the kitchen reached it's end, and as I was leaving I passed my brother in the hall, his eyes trying their hardest not to make contact with mine. Though I was going to have some fun tonight, my malice towards him was far from over, and tonight he was going to pay, but for now, I've got to get ready. Dashing upstairs to my room, I shut and locked the door behind me, before grabbing the phone and lying on my bed. I quickly rang up Caleb's number and he picked up after one ring. Part Two: Calling for Backup "Caleb here." "What's happening man?" "Benjamin?" "No, Saint Jude! Yes its Ben, and quit calling me that!" "But I just looove how it sounds." God he such a fag, not that it's a bad thing or anything, but Christ he does nothing to refute the stereotype. "If you're done swooning over my name I have some good and bad news about tonight." "Well let me guess. Knowing you as I do, your mother and father are going out for an expensive night on the town, while will include dinner and dancing, followed by a sex-romp in a penthouse suit downtown, meaning you can't come to the party tonight because you have to stay with Sean because of the asinine rule in your house about not being left alone." "Okay, first of all, I don't want to think about my parents having sex." "Well neither do I, but it happens, so get over it." "Secondly, yeah that's right." "So I guess that means that your mother said I could come over for the night because I'm such a sweet boy who can be trusted. Little does she know that I'm a constantly horny pot-head fag that her son screws on a regular basis after we've rocked the gange." I couldn't help but laugh, Caleb knew me like the back of his hand. "So you're in?" "Hell yeah! I'd rather do this at your house rather than that party, as everyone will keep interrupting me as I'm shagging for some of my good stuff, which by the way, I've updated my stash and have got some great stuff to use." "Great, bring it in with your duffle, and try to think of something we can do to Sean tonight, you know, to get back at him for home-bounding me tonight." "I don't know why you pick on him so much; he's not that bad of a person." "You try living with him." "I wouldn't mind it so much, I think he's cute. Ever see him naked?" "Dude, have you already dipped into your stash today? That's just wrong." "Oh come on, like you haven't thought of messing around with him, let along fucking him." Okay, so I have, a few times, but hey, he does have a great body, and as much as I hate to admit it, I do share Caleb's sentiments in thinking that Sean's cute. Well tell me what you think. Sean's sixteen years old, weighs one hundred and forty some odd pounds, is about five foot seven, short brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and from the times when I've walked in on him coming out of the shower, only has hair on his legs, under his pits, and above his crotch, along with a little treasure trail which is adorable to say the least. Oh right, the most important feature, his package. He's got about three and a half inches soft and a decent size set of nuts hang below it (but not too much). So d'you think he's cute? "Benjamin, you still there?" "Stop calling me that! Listen my folks are going to be leaving soon, so get over here as quickly as you can, I'm horny already and need a pot fix badly." "Alright, keep your pants on `till I get there. Later dude." "Later." I tossed the phone towards the foot of the bed and laid there for a minute while staring at the ceiling. This could be very interesting. My best bud, my younger brother, a big fucking stash of pot, and a whole night completely parent-free; what could possibly be any better than that? I know a half an hour ago I wasn't too hot about this situation, but as my mother always says, a door doesn't close without a couple more opening. The question is which one do I open? "Ben! You in there?" My brother asks from the other side of my bedroom door, while knocking in that hyperactive kind of way he always has. God he's such a dork. "Yeah, what do you want?" "Well are you going to open the door?" "Do I have to in order to have this conversation?" "Well it is kind of rude if you don't." "You've been living with me all of your insignificant life, do you really think I could actually care about coming off as rude?" Sean didn't answer, he's probably still standing there, chewing on his index finger while staring at the floor, unsure of what to say and probably a little hurt. I got up and opened the door to check, yup, there he is. God he looks so fucking adorable when he has that look on his face, looks so helpless, almost like a baby. "Sean, what did you need?" "I just wanted to know what you and I were going to do for dinner tonight." He said while slowly looking up from the floor at me, before darting his eyes away from mine. He could never really look right at me. "Well for starters," I said while turning around and heading back to my bed, "we're going to have to wait until Caleb gets here before we decide on anything." "So he is coming over tonight?" Sean asked with what seemed to be restrained interest. "Yup." I answered while flopping stomach-first onto my bed, pulling a pillow underneath me, and picking up the latest issue of Gentlemen's Quarterly (can't afford any of the shit, but damn they've got some nice threads in here). Sean tentatively made his way over to my bed, looking overtly pensive about something. Always thinking, rarely speaking my younger brother is. He sat down on the bed with his back facing me before dropping this bombshell, "Is he bringing another giant bag of pot like last time?" I swear to god my head must've rotated all the way around to face him like in The Exorcist: head turning, body not. "How the hell did you know about that?" I asked after grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and pulling him face-to-face. Sean simply stuttered and utter incoherent sentences which does nothing short of driving me nuts. "Answer me dammit!" "We're leaving boys!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs. "Have a good time!" I replied before whispering, "Say the same," to Sean. "Have fun!" He barely squeaked out of his frightened self. When I heard the door slam and the car outside start I fixed my glare back to Sean and threw him down onto the bed, getting on top and straddling his torso. "How did you know about..." "I saw you guys go through half of it the last time he was over." Sean interjected, looking as if I was about to kick the shit out of him. "You were spying on us? What else did you see?" I was starting to feel a bit alarmed, firing up the roach wasn't the only thing Caleb and I did that night if you know what I mean. "Nnnothing." Again the stutter. "Don't give me that crap, what did you see us doing you little Peeping Tom?" Now I was getting pissed, I knew the little creep was watching Caleb and I fuck each other's brains out, my question is what did Sean think of it all? "I saw you guys like kissing and playing around with each other." "Sean, don't be such a baby, you saw the two of us going down on each other and fucking ourselves silly. Didn't you?" "Yeah but I didn't tell anybody." A little smile crept across his face and I could feel a little stiffness underneath me, oh he was going to get it. "Tell me something Sean, did you enjoy watching us? Did it get your little nuts off?" "They're not little!" "I know they aren't, I've seen them before." "You did not!" "Did too." "Did not!" "Did too! God you're a pain in the ass!" "Now who's being a baby?" He shot back at me with a childish giggle which drove itself straight towards my center of anger and rage, normally kept dormant, but fuck it, the `rents aren't home right now. I quickly moved off of Sean, grabbed him by the waist, flipped him over to his stomach, and gave a thundering smack right on his khaki-covered ass. "OWWWW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" Sean yelled in a pitch damn near high enough to shatter the glass of water on my nightstand. "For mouthing off to your older brother, that's why." I said while leaning down to talk directly into his ear. Sean just laid there on the bed and started whimpering. "Sean, don't start crying, you're sixteen years old for god's sake!" "Yeah but that hurt." He said while turning over, a tear trickling down his soft cheek. "Seriously dude knock it off, do you want to be treated like a baby?" Though it was a rhetorical question the look on Sean's face told me he was actually thinking of an answer. I shook my head and laughed to myself, before my attention was averted to the sound of the doorbell. "Ah good, Caleb's here." Part Three: Caleb's Idea Leaving Sean upstairs in my room, I bolted downstairs to the backdoor, where Caleb was, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. I stood in the doorway about to welcome him, when he dropped the duffle on the floor, wrapped his arms around me, and stuck his tongue down my throat. Caleb was never one for taking things slow. He played tonsil hockey for a few minutes while moving inside the house, leaving the door wide open. He backed me into the kitchen while holding onto the sleeves of my shirt for dear life. He broke momentarily for some air and I managed to get out, "Dude, slow down. I've got something that's going to knock your socks off." "Sean knows about the pot and the sex?" "How the fuck..." "Because I saw him watching us you goof." "And you didn't say anything?" "Benjamin, when you have your dick in my ass you know I can't say much other than `Oh!! Ah!!! GOD YES!!!!' all the while I'm ripping strands of your hair out. Hell I was hoping he'd join us." To say I was stunned by this would be to say that the ocean is damp. "Fair point," I mused, "so you're okay with that?" "Of course! When did you find out?" Caleb asked while heading back towards the door to grab his bag. "Like six minutes ago when he dropped the bomb on me upstairs." "How did he take it?" "I don't know actually. He said he didn't tell anybody and not much else. He's being a bit of a baby today." Caleb snorted and rolled his eyes, "Benjamin, he's always being a baby. We might as well powder his ass and diaper him." After finishing that thought, Caleb stared intently at his bag. "Did you honestly fill that whole fucking thing with weed?" I said incredulously, my eyes becoming larger the saucers within my head. Caleb simply walked over to me and started rubbing my crotch, while whispering into my ear, "Nope, but there's a giant dildo in here and a shit-load of lube I want you to use on me tonight after I service your cock for three hours straight, as well as a towel for me to clean it all up with." "Fucking tease." I replied while returning the rubbing of his crotch. "You bet. Hey Sean, how are you?" Caleb said in a sing-song like way. I quickly turned and saw my brother standing in the doorframe to the hall, an obvious bulge in his pants. I couldn't muster anything to say really, didn't know what to say for that matter. All I knew is that I was fucking horny as hell now. Caleb took the liberty of speaking for the both of us. He walked past me and wrapped his arm around Sean, almost in a brotherly kind of way. Sean winced and turned away as he was led over to me by Caleb. "Sean, look at me when I talk to you young man." Caleb quickly winked at me before turning back to look at Sean, who had put his attention to my best friend, "It seems that you were watching your brother and I doing some rather, what's the word, naughty things a couple weeks back when I was here. Now, why would you do something like that?" "I don't know." Sean said before turning his gaze back to the floor. Caleb grabbed him by the chin and lifted his head. "Oh I think you do Sean, I think you were turned on by it, and I think you're turned on right now." With that Sean's face turned about eight-seven shades of red. "There's nothing to be ashamed about baby," Caleb continued, "in fact your brother and I are going to make our baby brother feel all better. Now, go upstairs and use the bathroom, make sure you've had a nice pee-pee and poo-poo, and we'll be right up." Normally any other person would have decked Caleb right in the face, but not my brother. He smiled sheepishly and then ran upstairs, with Caleb watching. I grabbed him and spun him around, "What are you nuts!? What the hell are you thinking?" "Well here's what I say. You're always complaining about how he's always acting like a baby, well why not make him one?" "What are you talking about?" "I mean exactly what I said earlier. Basically we'll powder his ass and diaper him." "So we're going to dress him up like a baby and take pictures or some shit?" "Now what good will that do for us? No, after he looks like a baby and treat him as such, you and I take turns fucking him and abusing him like a sex-toy." "As sick as that sounds, I gotta admit that I like the idea!" If one thing went wrong with any of this and Sean squealed, I was royally fucked. Other than that, why the hell not? Caleb kissed me on the lips and replied, "Good. By the way, is the nursery finished?" Mom and Dad had the nursery upstairs remodeled as they were hoping to have a third child (hopefully a daughter as my mother would always say) and stocked it up with all kinds of supplies for a baby. Though a major pot-head he is, Caleb is certainly quick on the uptake. "Has been for a week or so." "Good, let's put it to good use." "Dude if we wreck anything in there my parents will have my ass hung on the wall." "I love fine pieces of art." "You know what I mean." "Don't worry, and I'll make sure to replace anything we might use." Caleb said before turning and heading for the stairs, me right behind him. "Oh yeah, a teenage male buying diapers, that won't look too bad." God I love sarcasm. Part Four: For Baby-Soft Skin... I followed Caleb upstairs to the bathroom my brother and I share, which is at the end of the hall, my bedroom to the right, Sean's to the left. The nursery is just before the end of the hall, on Sean's side. Before opening the door to the bathroom Caleb turned to me, "Ok, now the important thing here is to just play along, and go with the flow." "Like you know what you're doing." "Not really, but I'm orchestrating this thing. Besides, it'll just be too creepy if this looks like it's your idea." "Yeah, that's what'll make all of this creepy." Caleb opened the door and stepped in as Sean was washing his hands in one of the two sinks. Our bathroom was of very decent size. Two sinks on a granite countertop, toilet in the far corner just behind the sinks with enough privacy for one to use the crapper while another brushes his teeth. He had two showers in the room opposite the sinks and toilet. One was a shower-only unit while the other was a bathtub-only unit that had a shower installed into it with a separate water line. This is how Sean and I would take our showers in the morning at the same time, as well as allowing me glimpses of Sean's growing body (and now I'm pretty sure that also worked in Sean's favor too). At the very end of the bathroom, opposite the door, was a full length fogless mirror, mostly used to help model clothes or steal peaks at siblings. "What a good boy, washing his hands after using the potty!" Caleb chimed as he walked behind Sean and gave him a hug, also while grinding his crotch into the seat of Sean's pants. As I watched my best friend do this to my younger brother my cock grew instantly hard in my jeans, right to that level of non-comfort where you just have to adjust yourself. "But what are you doing in these clothes; babies don't wear clothes until they're a little older and mature. Benjamin, come help me get your brother out of these inappropriate clothes." Together Caleb and I stripped my brother out of his clothes, with Caleb standing behind Sean, and I in front, his eyes locked with mine for the first time ever. A smirk ran across his face as he looked at me and I returned it. This is what the little shit wanted, I was going to give it to him. Caleb stopped stripping Sean when we had him down to his ankle-socks and white briefs. He turned Sean so that he was facing the full-length mirror. I stood beside the two and watched as Caleb ran his hands up and down Sean's body, remarking at how smooth and hairless he was. "Our baby has such soft skin but wait, this isn't right." Caleb said in reference to Sean's pit hair, "Babies don't have hair under their pits. That's going to have to go." "Well what about his legs?" I asked rhetorically. "That'll go too." Caleb promptly responded before yanking Sean's briefs down to his ankle and shifting around to Sean's front, where his five inch pecker stood at full attention. "And this," Caleb said in reference to Sean's minute patch of pubes. I looked at my brother and noticed he didn't seem at all bothered by any of this. "But first," I said while jumping into this exercise, "baby needs a bath." I then grabbed Sean by the wrist and led him, bareassed, into the hall and then the nursery, with Caleb in tow. The nursery was a fairly sized room, larger than the bathroom, but smaller than our bedrooms. The floor was covered in linoleum to ensure that any spills could be cleaned up easily. In the center of the room was a large, wooden changing table with a plush, padded top. To the right of the room was a set of shelves which extended the length of the room save for a space in the far corner where there was a sink. On these shelves were loads of products and packages for a baby including: diapers, baby wipes, baby oil, blankets, lotions, oils, and a large bathing tub which connects to the top of the changing station. To the left side of the room was a crib that could fit any normal sized child (and if he didn't mind looking like a sleeping fetus, my brother) as well as a rocking chair. I flipped the lights as I walked into the room with my brother. Needing no direction Caleb walked over to the shelves and took the down the tub, walking over to the sink and began filling it up. "Now Sean," I said after kissing my brother and holding him in my arms, "You do realize that if you tell anybody about what we did, both of our asses will be in a sling and this will probably never happen to you again... unless you go to prison." Sean simply nodded as I heard the sound of the water being shut off. Caleb, very slow and carefully, walked with the tub of what I assumed to be warm water and set it down on the changing table. As he adjusted the tub so it locked in place, I scooped my brother up in my arms and gently set him in the tub. His legs and arms dangled outside of the tub, but the rest of his body was enveloped by the water. The table, you have to understand, was high enough only so that it would come up to an adult's waist, but also had adjustable legs. That being said, Sean's head was right at the same level as Caleb and my crotch. Caleb passed me a wash cloth as a vapor rose from the water and wafted under my nose. "Caleb, what did you put in the water." "Some of that eucalyptus bath lotion; it's supposed to make baby's skin soft." He added emphasis on the last part of the sentence, while slowly dipping his cloth into the water and beginning to wash Sean's right arm. I did the same to Sean's leg, all the while my younger brother's cock jutted out of the water at us. He looked so adorable. With that kind of look of innocence that screams `I need to be fucked long and hard' in the worst way. Caleb and I slowly gave the same treatment to Sean's entire body, focusing on each body part with painstaking effort, leaving his genitals to the very end. Sean's cock was so incredibly hard by the time Caleb and I had reached it that I was afraid it would snap off if not handled properly. "Please... oh please," Was all that Sean kept softly moaning each time our wash clothes passed by his dick. Once we had finished washing Sean, Caleb helped me raise Sean out of the tub and into a towel I had draped across my arms. Though he was sixteen years old, Sean weighed light as a feather, and probably felt the very same after his bath. I looked down at my brother and he looked back at me with a twinkle in his eyes, something which could have gone on forever had Caleb not interjected. "Alright, it's time to remove all of that unnecessary hair." He announced after returning to the room with two safety razors and my can of shaving cream. Sean didn't say a word, but simply stuck his thumb in his mouth and began sucking on it. I could have dropped a load in my pants. I set Sean down on the changing table, this time his whole body rested comfortably on the padded table, save for his legs which hung off the edge. Caleb passed me the shaving cream before grabbing hold of Sean's arms and stretching them above his head. I took aim and sprayed a generous amount of cream on both of his pits and carefully smeared it to cover up all of the hair, tickling Sean playfully as I was doing so. With the shaving cream applied, Caleb and I each shaved one of Sean's pits, being careful as not to cut him anywhere. We repeated the same for Sean's legs, and I had the pleasure of shaving off Sean's pubic hairs. "Baby should keep quiet while we do this," Caleb said before I started on Sean's crotch, which was now all lathered up, his cock drooling pre-cum. He stood in front of the table where Sean's head now hung over the said (as we moved him when we shaved his legs, which were incredibly smooth now) and proceeded to take off his clothes. Caleb is by no means an athlete, but he keeps himself in decent shape. Some would call him scrawny that is until you see him in the buff. His obsession with smoothness led to him maintaining his body that way, as there were no excess hair on his body with the exception of a small, triangular patch above his impressive seven-incher with a treasure trail leading up to the belly button centered in the middle of a well defined six-pack of abs. He has an all over tan, rock hard ass, and set of nickel-sized nipples which are pierced and he enjoys it when I either chew on them or twist them in a pleasuring way. Normally I would have been unsure as to what to expect, but by now I knew Sean wanted what was dangling in front of his face, and without even asking, Caleb stepped forward and slowly slid his cock into my younger brother's mouth. Trying to keep my mind to the task at hand, I slowly began swiping away bits of shaving cream and hairs away from my brother's crotch. Sean was purring like a kitten by the time I had finished, and Caleb had gripped the changing table in front of him to balance himself while he slowly face-fucked Sean. Realizing I was the only person in the room with clothes on, I quickly shucked mine off and tossed them into the pile with Caleb's clothes on the floor. I looked at Caleb and he kept motioning for me to go down on my brother, who was ready to burst at the slightest touch. Grinning wickedly, I shook my head and walked over to the shelves, bringing down the jar of anti-rash cream, and brought it back over to the table. I opened it up and applied it all over Sean's dick, balls, and crotch and then lifted his legs up to put the rest of it in between his ass cheeks. I left his feet on the table, as to expose his asshole, which was puckered up nice and tight. I looked back up at Caleb and he had the eager expression of a kid in a candy store as he knew what I was going to do. Spreading the cream all over my hand to use as lube, I stuck the tip of my index finger at his opening and slowly pushed my way in, causing Sean to moan in ecstasy, a sound muffed by Caleb's cock buried deep in Sean's mouth. "Go for another dude, quit fucking around." Caleb urged me on and I slipped my middle finger in, fighting against Sean's very tense anal ring. With both fingers firmly in Sean's ass, I proceeded to rapidly and violently finger-fuck his anus, thrusting in and out like a steady piston. As fast as I was doing so, Caleb's thrusting into Sean's mouth increased as well. Sean grabbed onto Caleb's arms and arched his back high as his cock started spewing cum into the air, spraying all over Caleb's chest and face. I bent down and enveloped Sean's cock and caught the last half of my brother's orgasmic expulsion in my mouth, drinking it greedily down. "Oh god! Here it comes baby!" Caleb shrieked before his body violently shook and sending volley after volley of his own cum down my brother's throat. By now Sean's body was relatively motionless, save for his chest heaving up and down trying to catch his breath. My cock was begging for release, and I took my fingers out of my brother's ass, before grabbing Sean's hips and dragging him back to my side of the changing table. I took another scoop of cream out of the jar and smeared it all over my cock before ramming it into Sean's ass in one thrust. Without a cock to silence his moans, the room filled with the sound of Sean in pure lust and sexual heat. I held onto my brother's hips and fucked him without a thought in the world, long and deep, harder and harder with each thrust. Caleb, by now, had leaned back against the shelves and watched me fuck my brother without mercy, while smoking a rather large joint, his cock still rock hard, and dripping with a combination of Sean's saliva and his own semen. We both smiled to one another while my nuts kept banging against Sean's ass, whose moans had turned into screams and were starting to get annoying. "Dude, shut him up." I urged Caleb, who simply sauntered back over to my brother and put the joint he had been smoking to Sean's lips, who in turn took a huge drag and emitted the smoke out through his nose. Almost immediately Sean quit screaming and melted right down on the changing table, his ass loosening even more. I continued to fuck Sean while Caleb came over and got down on his knees behind me, giving me one of his expert rim-jobs all the while I took long drags out of the joint. The world around my started to become more surreal and I shot my load into Sean's ass without much warning. I kept fucking him as my cum dripped out of his gaping hole and splattered onto the linoleum floor. I don't know if it was the pot playing tricks with my mind, but when I looked down, Caleb was on all fours and licking up the fallen cum like some fucked up cum-crazy dog. Sean was completely limp by now and had a glazed over look across his face. Backing slowly out of him and letting his legs drop heavily, I looked up at my baby brother and marveled at how gorgeous he looked laying there on the table, the sunlight pouring in through the window and reflecting off of the specs of cum adorning his hairless torso. Caleb, insatiable as always, gripped my cock and started stroking me, bringing the monster back to life. My knees were weak and I felt lightheaded. Caleb, noticing this, took me down to the floor and began fucking me right there. I didn't complain; hell I barely even noticed as I was so messed up from the pot. My mind began to fog again and I lapsed into a deep sleep. Part Five: Piss on You When I awoke, I was still completely naked, though covered by a large quilt, and laying on my bed. I could hear noises coming from the other room; though what exactly they were I couldn't possibly tell. I had such a headache that even my hair hurt, and when I looked at my alarm clock, all I could see was the time reading LQ:9E. Groaning, I tried standing up, which was a mistake, and not so gracefully fell back into bed, nearly bouncing off and smacking my head on the nightstand. The sounds coming from the other room ceased and I think it was Caleb who came in, but I blacked out again before I could get a clear view. The second time I woke up, it was still completely dark outside, but I was a bit more of-mind, and had a piss hardon from hell. Standing up, and allowing my swollen cock to lead the way, I ventured out into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, only to find Caleb standing in front of the tub, completely naked as well. When he turned to look at me, he had that classic grin across his face, like a child about to do something naughty. "Have to piss?" He asked nonchalantly. I nodded and he beckoned me forward. Obediently I made my way over to the tub, where he grabbed my cock and turned me towards it. I moved the curtain over and saw, not to my surprise, Sean laying in the tub, hairless cock rock hard, smiling up at me. "Piss on him." Caleb whispered into my ear while licking the outer lobe. Without looking at him I responded, "Are you freaking nuts?" "Go on dude, he loves it. I've done it three times since you've been passed out. He's done it twice on himself." "How long have I been out?" "About six hours or so. Your brother is such a cock-whore; I've fucked him a bunch of times, cums buckets too. Go ahead, get in there and piss on him." Not believing in what I was about to do, I stepped into the tub with Sean, and my baby brother who had been defiled in so many ways in the past day got onto his knees as if he were paying religious homage to me and my cock. "Open your mouth baby." Said Caleb, and surprisingly enough, Sean did so and then took hold of my cock. I was about to object, but my bladder was so full by now, I had to let it go. Closing my eyes I felt a stream of hot urine shoot out of my cock, surely going directly into Sean's mouth and dripping all over his body. I didn't want to watch, but my eyes ripped wide open after Caleb slapped me violently on the ass. I looked down and Sean was turning his head as to be showered with piss, having it run all through his hair, coursing down his hairless torso. As my stream of urine ended, Caleb joined us in the shower, his cock rock hard as well, and he began to piss all over Sean, who took each and every drop as if it were a cleansing, sacred oil. This began our weekend together. Every moment until my parents came home we all spent bareassed and usually either fucking Sean, pissing on him, or "forcing" him to suck our cocks or rim our asses out. During the down times Caleb and I diapered Sean, and then having him drink large quantities of water, usually an entire two liter bottle in one sitting, thus keeping his bladder working overtime. Sean enjoyed it the most out of all of us, and after that weekend, he kept up at it, diapering himself before he went to school, and pissing himself while in classes. Sometimes I'd come home to find Caleb already at the house, using my brother like the little slut that he is. Other times, I'd come home and Sean would be there in the nursery, naked as the day he was born, begging me to fuck his sweet little ass, or shave him as to stay smooth all the time. Mom and Dad never had that third child, but they kept trying, and in the meanwhile we used that room to its fullest. We were like a family, a weird fucked up family. Caleb, myself, and our baby brother. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Questions, comments, thoughts, and all forms of feedback appreciated... with the exception of the kind noted above. Hope you enjoyed. INK BLOTCHES PUBLISHING ink_blotches@yahoo.com