Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2022 20:38:35 +0000 (UTC) From: J J Subject: Shawn and Billie Chapter 1 STORY CODES: Incest, bb(t), masturbation, anal AUTHOR'S NOTE: After I finished "Billy Girl", I got an email from a fan thanking me, and mentioning he had an idea he'd like to see turned into a full story. This is the first chapter of that story. It's mostly just an introduction to set the premise and start things rolling. Stick around for following chapters as I get to them. Let me know what you think. CHAPTER 1 Hey, I'm Shawn, and I've just got to tell someone my story -- well, our story, me and my brother's. It started out so weird, but it's gotten so cool. It's not the sort of thing you'd expect, but like Dad says, when the unexpected happens, that's when life becomes an adventure. We're like, a normal family. Unlike a lot of my friends, our parents are still married, and seem to be happy together. No drugs, no booze, other than a little wine (they tell us Billy and me are almost old enough to have some.) Dad works as a business manager for an architect, Mom is home most of the time, but does some work in real estate. She stayed home with us when we were kids, but now that we're older, she likes to have something more to do. We go to church, but only like, on Christmas and Easter. My folks aren't rich, but we're okay. We have a nice house on the edge of the city, not too far from downtown, but with the space of a suburb, and anything we need Mom and Dad can afford. Billy and I did boy things together when we were little, riding bikes, playing a roughhouse kind of tag, wrestling, all that stuff. We both played little league baseball. Billy stopped being interested in sports at 12, but I think I might try out for Peewee football. That's kind of how this started, with Billy losing interest in sports. I'm two years younger than him, and I thought we were reaching an age where we'd play something together, but Billy said he didn't want to anymore. He said he had other interests and new friends. He started working harder on his schoolwork, and looking at some intellectual stuff for after-school activities. At home, he'd just keep to his room mostly. I was kind of mad about that at first, but I had the kids I played sports with, and my own friends, and being a boy was pretty good. Billy is 13 now, and I'm 11. I know all about sex -- anybody with a computer and internet can find out all they want, and Mom and Dad are pretty cool about the fact that Billy and I are growing up. So, about six months ago, Billy got very private about his friends and where he went when he left the house. I had my own things to do, and didn't much care, but he was so weird about it! He let his hair grow out until it was almost to his shoulders, like he was some kind of hippy. He'd go off after school with some friend from art class, and he wouldn't tell me who it was or where they were going. Then he'd come home and go straight into the bathroom, locking the door. It's the bathroom between his room and mine, and he'd lock my side and stay in there for an hour, then go to bed. Like I said, he was getting weird, and that made me curious. Besides, he was my older brother. We'd always hung out together, and he was drifting away from me. I missed it. So I started trying to find out what was up with him. I tried snooping on his computer, but he was smart enough to put some passwords I didn't know in some places to keep snoopers out. I tried following him and his friends after school, but he caught me and told me he'd beat me up if I didn't stop. Then I was telling one of my friends how weird he was getting, and he said he had a spy camera I could borrow. It was very small, about the size of a pen, and worked on a bluetooth signal. You could program it so it was only visible to the one computer you linked to it. So I did it. One afternoon when Billy was out, I snuck into his room and found a hiding place for the camera, one that would show most of his room. I had programmed it for my computer only, and I went into my room and tested the link. Sure enough, I had a good view, and I could turn it on and off remotely. That night I said good night to my parents and went to my room about 9, figuring Billy would be home soon. I heard him come in around 9:30, and turned off my lights, pretending I'd gone to bed. I stayed very quiet, and heard Billy come upstairs and go into his room, then go into the bathroom between our bedrooms. I saw the light click on in there, and heard him lock my side, so I waited. When the bathroom light clicked off, he unlocked my side, then went back into his bedroom. Then I turned my computer on and opened the camera view. It was perfect. Billy was there, naked, in the middle of his room. He had his clothes in his hands. Then he did something odd -- some of the clothes he put in his laundry hamper, but he still had something in his hands, something he put way in the back of his closet. He came back out and walked over to his computer, still naked. The camera view was so clear that I could see he had no pubes! The last time I saw him naked, when we changed at the city pool, he was starting to grow hair down there. What's that about? He turned on his computer, and I couldn't see the screen, but he started stroking his cock, so I knew it was porn. I'd never seen anyone else do this, and well, he was my brother, so it felt pretty strange watching, but I still had to figure out what was going on with him, so I kept going. He was staring intently at the screen and getting harder. It was kinda making me horny too, so I put my hand down into my underwear and started stroking with him. Then it got really strange. We each had these souvenir miniature bats we'd gotten at a pro baseball game. He picked his up, and without missing a stroke, put it in his mouth. He was pushing it in and out, then suddenly he raised up from his chair, put it under his asshole, and sat on it. Whoa?!? What the fuck?!? He pushed it in just a few inches, and rode it. His head went back, and he kept stroking his cock. Then he put his other hand over the head of it, and came into his palm. As I watched, he looked at the load in his hand, then... he licked it up! It wasn't the kind of sex I'd been looking at online, but it was hot, and I came just watching him, just a thin watery load in my underwear. Billy pulled the bat out of his ass and cleaned it and his cock with some tissues he threw in the trash. Then he turned off the light and climbed into bed. I watched a minute longer, to be sure he was out, then got up very quietly and wiped my own cock with my underwear and put them in the hamper. I got back into bed, but didn't go to sleep. I had some answers on Billy, but they were really only questions. Was he gay? Were his friends? What was he getting into? And why did I get so excited watching? I liked girls. I was all about pussy! But -- his hairless body, the way he used that toy as a cock to fuck himself, eating cum -- those things were, well, hot!