Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2005 18:00:11 -0800 (PST) From: "New Stories (Dennis B.)" Subject: Teasing Hot Little Brother - Chapter 1 Teasing Hot Little Brother - Chapter 1 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Check with your local and regional laws before reading this story which depicts homosexual sex acts. You must be of legal age and not be offended by this type of content. ________________________________________ TEASING HOT LITTLE BROTHER Aaron Rallington, 17 Kyle Rallington, 15 Various friends Mom, 35 Dad, 38 __________________________ CHAPTER 1 At first, I just wanted to have fun with my younger brother. But that project got more interesting with time. It's us two brothers and my parents. We're a loving and close family--not rich, but on the high end of middle class, with a house in the better suburbs--which meant a neighborhood with large lots and big houses. Most of these dwellings had four bedrooms and a guest room, a lot of other rooms, two parents, two children, a swimming pool, two SUVs--and at least one other vehicle in the driveway. We fit that mold exactly. Dad was about to get a fourth vehicle--for Kyle, when he gets his driver's license. Except for *our* family, all yard work in our neighborhood is hired out. My brother and I gave up complaining about that a long time ago. I had my 17th birthday two weeks ago, and noticed that my parents and all my aunts and uncles addressed their birthday cards to, 'Mr. Aaron Rallington.' To me, the 'Mister' was their way of saying I was grown up--or getting close. My brother Kyle, 15, thought I was mentally defective for getting excited over, 'the way they wrote the envelope,' as he put it. "What's the big deal, Aaron?" he said in a tone designed to be the most insulting to the idea I was loving at the moment. "It's just an envelope." "The big deal, screwball, is this is a sign of growing up," I said, waving one of the envelopes high in the air. "And that means I--" "Yeah, I know--you're older and bigger 'n' me, and all that--" "It's not just that, Kyle! It's MATURITY--something YOU know nothing about, dickhead." "Whatever," he said, purposely sounding as disinterested as possible. "Don't 'whatever' ME, you little twerp." Suddenly I was sounding like my dad--I wasn't sure I liked that. "I'll show you a few things." I grabbed his ribs and dug in--doing a professional job of tickling him to the floor. The more I did it, the harder it got for me to hold back a big grin. "AH! Eeeeeeee! OW! Come on, Aaron--stop!" "See? I can make you laugh," I said, grabbing his wrist, "and I can make you cry--if I twist your arm just right." I love his sweaty red face when I do stuff like this-- especially when I tickle him. I threatened to twist his arm painfully. "No--no, please--don't! I GIVE! I give!" "Shit--I didn't even twist it!" "Yeah, but you were going to." "You don't know that, pea brain," I said, leaning over him. I pinned him down like a good big-brother wrestler should, and felt the heat coming off him as he panted--out of breath, with me on top of him. This moment of conquest chubbed up my dick, and I was getting nervous thinking Kyle might feel it if he twisted his body just so. As I let him loose, and Kyle regained confidence, I gave him my most angry look--the two of us on the floor. "You're not really mad, Aaron, are ya?" "Maybe I am," I said, grabbing him again and putting my knee too close to his balls for comfort. "You wouldn't do that to me," he said, lying on the floor near the door to his room, staring at my knee, fear in his eyes-- looking flushed and docile--half his body out in the hallway. "Don't bet on it." I tried to sound as cruel as possible. But I'd overdone it. Kyle gave me one of his sly grins. His face always fascinated me. He was smart, too--the smartest of all of us. Cousins included. I'd be sure to work on my acting and fool him next time. I'm good-looking enough, but Kyle is the cute one. When I was younger, I used to fantasize that I looked just like Kyle, and that we were twins. Lately, I'd been having a little fun showing off to him in subtle ways--undressing down to my underwear and stretching in front of him; going wrapped in a towel to his room after I took a shower; scratching myself more than necessary--just to see if he'd take a peek. But now that I had Kyle subdued, and he was watching me closely, I decided to take a leak in full view of him. The hallway bathroom lined up with Kyle's doorway, and it was a straight shot from his door to the toilet bowl. He'd get a good sideways look at me. From the corner of my eye, I saw him staring while I let go with a loud stream--his interest perking when I shook my cock slowly, a whole lot more than I needed to. I let it chub up good before I flipped it back inside my boxer-briefs--a nice horny feeling coming on. I turned around suddenly and was looking at a red-faced little brother. I just gave him a subtle smile. That made him blush more, but I didn't say anything--until I thought of a good line to shatter his nerves. I loved to do that. "So, dearest little brother, how's your sex life?" "What?" he said, caught off guard, his face going purple. He recovered fast. "Oh, just great! I'm getting calluses on my hands." Now and then, we'd catch each other jerking off. I'd finally had the big-brother talk with Kyle, and we agreed we both did it, liked it, and--thanks to dad's talk--saw nothing wrong with beating off. Now, it wasn't a dark secret between us anymore, and sometimes we'd talk about it. "Aw, poor baby! I'll have to buy you some lotion so you can jack-off like the big boys." "Whatever." Kyle tried to act indifferent, but I could tell he'd like that. I was even thinking I'd get him the same kind *I* used. "Maybe I'll show you how to do it, little bro." "Yeah, right!" I could not help grinning when he blushed at that. His silence told me I'd struck a nerve. "That is, if you can FIND it. I'll bet you still have a baby dick." "I do not!" "Yeah? Prove it." In the heat of the moment, Kyle stood and rushed to pull down his pants and show me his half-hard boyhood. "There! See?" he said, staring down at himself. "Actually," I said, "that's not a bad size." I couldn't lie about something I knew was important to him. This changed his expression. He looked like a little boy now. "Really?" he said, his face showing excitement. "Yep," I said, turning away and faking disinterest. "Hey--that's not fair." "WHAT'S not fair?" "I showed you mine, and you didn't let me see yours." "Oh--no sweat," I said, pulling my boxer-briefs down slowly for him. I thought I heard a gasp. "I'll even get it up for ya, twerp." It didn't take much. I stroked myself for a few seconds and gave Kyle a good look at my bone. And he gave it a good long look. "Yeah, thanks," he said, running off, pretending he had more important things to do. He wasn't fooling me. I saw the heat in his face. I went to my room, got on line, and was soon at my favorite boy pic site. I was pissed there were hardly any new pictures posted. I chatted with some buds on IM, killing a couple of hours, then logged off, needing to get a snack. I looked around for little bro before I got to the kitchen. No sign of him. "Hi, mom," I said, seeing my mother doing the familiar tasks of getting dinner ready, "Do you need a hug?" "Oh," she said with a big smile, "I sure do." Mom was always saying she needed a hug, so I volunteered every once in a while. That always made her feel good. "Love you, Airy," she said, using my nickname. "Love you too, mom." "Some girl is going to be very lucky to get you for her husband." "Yep. That would be one very lucky girl," I said, laughing with her. I didn't say that the girl would be very lucky because I liked guys a whole lot better than the opposite sex. I wouldn't dare. I suppose I would have to, some day. "I mean it, Aaron--you're smart and loving, and you're becoming quite a gentleman," she said, touching my cheek. "Yeah--a real knight in shining armor, huh?" I had this silly grin. "Oh, go on!" When mom gets embarrassed or doesn't know what to say, she always says that. "Hey, mom--have you seen Kyle?" "Kyle?" she said, as if she didn't recognize the name. This was her way of being funny. I thought I saw a blur go out the front door, a couple of hours ago." "Oh . . . okay." "Why? Did you need him for something?" "Not really. You remember those textbooks they gave us before school ended--so we could study over the summer?" "Of course I do." "Well--I thought me and Kyle could read them together and maybe Kyle could get leg up on stuff. And maybe he could help me with the stuff I don't understand." Kyle was a genius, as far as I was concerned. "Aaron--are you sure you're feeling all right?" mom said, her silly smile saying it all. "Yeah, mom--I feel fine. It's just there's not much to do." Oops! Bad thing to say! "There's always the summer chore list I wrote out for you boys." I KNEW I had said the wrong thing. "Yeah, mom," I said with a sheepish grin, "maybe I don't feel that good, after all." "You men are all alike. At least fix the screen door before Saturday. Maybe you could get Kyle to help you. You could teach him a few things about repair work." "That's a big MAYBE, mom." I was good at shop and hands-on stuff. Kyle was all thumbs. "Kyle needs someone like you to show him those things. God knows your father doesn't have the patience." Dad is a really great guy, but he wasn't cut out to be a teacher. He is a good doctor, though. "I guess I could show Kyle a few things." I was thinking about a lot of things, just then. And I knew exactly what I wanted to show him. One of them was the sex-education book my high school gave me to take home over the summer. "Well, good. And I'm pleasantly shocked you want to study with him. There's no such thing as brothers being too close. And I know Kyle could help you." I liked that idea. And I knew just the kind of help I wanted. "Yeah, close. I guess you're right, mom." SLAM! went the front door. "I'm home," a thin young voice shouted. "Yeah, we can tell," I said sarcastically, giving Kyle a brotherly grin. "What's up?" Kyle said, eyeing us suspiciously, "You guys plotting against me?" He gave me and mom his cutest grin--the one that gets to me every time. "Yeah--you're dead meat, twerp." Mom jumped in. "Kyle--your brother has some books he wants to study with you." "Books?" he said, smiling like crazy. Books always got Kyle excited. "Yeah," I said, knowing mom was going to answer, and probably get it wrong, "those books I brought home from school that I'm supposed to read over the summer." I was going into my last year of high school. "Senior books?" Kyle said, his interest piqued to the max. "Yes, honey," mom said. "Aaron thought you could read them with him and help each other." "Yeah--you're the nerd, Kylie." "Aaron, that's not nice!" "It's okay, mom," little bro said--miraculously coming to my defense. "He doesn't mean it in a bad way. Besides, Aaron's the jock." I *am* the jock, and proud of it. I'm one of the star wrestlers on our high-school team. I'm almost six feet tall, and weigh 160--a lightweight. "Enough. You boys go play." Kyle and I laughed. I led the way to my room. "Mom says that like we're little kids," Kyle said, looking up at me. "You wanna play with me?" I sounded like a twelve-year-old, just to see how bro would react. "What do you wanna play?" he said, taking me up on it. "Peek-a-boo." "That's a baby game!" Kyle said, all disappointed. "Well, little bro, it depends on what you're peeking at." "Huh?" he said, genuinely baffled, wrinkling his nose in that cute way that always affected me down below. Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Any comments would be great! Hope you liked it. I feel like continuing this story. Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it easier to write more. :-) --Dennis I HAVE 8 OTHER STORIES: (Paste this list to a text file. Send it (www.Nifty.org) to a friend.) :-) 1. Crazy for Chad (a love story; ages 16 & 17) - last post APPROX. Nov. 15, 2005; High School 2. Getting it Hard at Spankin High (a discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19) - last post APPROX. Oct. 26, 2005; Authoritarian 3. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (a kind of love story; ages 22 and 15; nothing forced) - last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth 4. 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