Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:44:25 -0800 (PST) From: Scott Bruck <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: What My Brother Began: Part 1 :::Disclaimer::: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places or events is of coincidence. This story contains descriptions of fictional sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old, or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, do NOT read. If this type of story offends you, please go to another site. All others enjoy. You may send comments, suggestions, or ideas to email@example.com What My Brother Began For as long as I can remember, my brother Brad always teased me. When we were younger, he'd always call me a baby even though he was only a little more than two years older than me. As time went on, though, his teasing changed slightly. Since I turned 14, his favorite things to call me range from `twerp' to `pussy' and just about everything between. Most of the time I know he's just joking, trying to get a response out of me, but sometimes he just likes to be an ass. Brad's always been bigger and stronger than me. By the time I joined soccer, Brad was already playing as a defensive tackle in football. When we were younger, I had tried to be more like my brother. I tried cutting my hair as short as his and wearing baggier clothes, but it was all just stupid emulation. I could never be as tall or big as Brad, and I've come to terms with that. His broad shoulders and tight body are completely contrasted by my small figure and soft physique. As if those factors were enough, I got up the guts to let my hair grow longer, something which Brad jokes about because he says I look even more like a girl than usual. I never really thought that Brad and I would get along, even though I secretly wished we would. Of course, my outlook on everything changed one day, which set into action things I would have never dreamed of. It was early Saturday morning, and while mom and dad were away I took the opportunity to watch TV on the big screen. I was just eating some cereal and adjusting to the morning when Brad walked down the stairs with the usual smirk on his face. "Move over, twerp, I wanna see what's on." He said as he grabbed for the remote. "I got here first, Brad, just let me finish my cereal." I said as I held onto the remote in one hand and my spoon in the other. "You have a TV in your room too, so don't act like you can't watch it up there." Brad said as he continued to hold onto the remote. "You know I don't have one in mine." "Only because you broke it." I looked over at Brad and he sort of gave me the evil eye. "I'd be easier if you just went up and watched it in my room." "Come on, Mike, just go up and let me watch TV. Mom and Dad will be home in a few hours." He said as he yanked on the remote. "So? Can't you just watch it then?" I looked over at Brad as he stood next to me in his pajama bottoms. His tanned, muscled body seemed to loom over me. "No, I can't. Sides, you don't even have a DVD player in your room." "So what, what DVD do you wanna watch so badly?" "Just give me the damn remote." Brad said as pulled hard on it. I looked over at him and noticed a bulge in his flannel pajamas, and I began to understand why he wanted to watch a DVD downstairs. "Just go up stairs and beat off. Sure you got porn on your computer." I said rather smugly. Brad paused, as if he didn't understand how I knew what he was going to watch. "Just give me the fucking clicker, twerp!" Brad said as he yanked really hard one last time, hard enough for me to lose my grip and smack my bowl off of my lap and all over the floor . . . and Brad's pajamas. I stood completely frozen while Brad threw the remote on the floor and shook his hands. The milk had flung all over his pajama bottoms and part of his lower abs, it ran down the grooves in his muscles as he angrily flung the milk off of his hands. "You little bitch." Brad said as he moved near me. "I didn't mean too . . . " I said, knowing that I shouldn't press my luck here. Brad didn't joke around when he was mad. "What do you mean, of course you did, you fuckin' cunt." I glanced over at his pajamas again noticing that the milk had completely soaked the area around his crotch, and that he was still very much in the mood. "Get a rag." he said, I paused for a moment but decided to listen to him so he didn't go ballistic. I went out into the kitchen and returned to Brad who was standing in front of the couch. I handed him the rag he asked for, but he just pushed it back and looked at me strangely. "You made the mess. You clean it up." I stood silently as my brother glared down at me with complete seriousness. "Brad, come on . . . " I said almost pleading. I wasn't his maid, I thought, and it was as much of his fault as mine. "Get the milk and cereal off my fuckin' pants, Mike. Now." Brad glared at me. I hesitated again but then stretched out my hand and began to rub into a spot on his leg. I brushed the cereal bits onto the floor and daubed the spot with the rag until it dried a bit. I looked up at Brad, who was still glaring at me. I moved the rag up to his stomach where the milk was still pooled at his waistband and bellybutton. I reached out and began to wipe my brother's stomach off, resisting the envy I felt while touching his hard muscled abs. "There, I cleaned them. You could have just changed you know." I said as began to stand back up. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Brad said just as angrily as before. "You still have a spot left, and you better get it clean." I paused and took a deep breath. I knew that most of the milk had spilt over the center of his pants, right over his crotch^÷and I knew that he was also sporting at least a partial hard on. "Come on Brad, just change pants." "Listen, either you clean up the mess you spilt all over me, or I won't let you watch TV down here again. Got that?" Brad looked down at me and continued to glare, my heart raced as I knelt down again and slowly stretched out my hand. I started around the waistband, because I figured that if I attempted to at least dry his pajamas he'd be satisfied. But his glare continued even after I daubed the area near his thighs, and I only had one spot left. I held my breath and just went for it, I ran the rag over my Brad's crotch, and his cock was defiantly hard and waiting. I could feel the outline of his head as I gently rubbed the area, hoping that it'd be dry enough to suit him. I lingered for a few moments as I felt his cock twitch and pulsate under his damp pjs. "Ok?" I said, looking up at my brother. "Did I say ok yet, twerp?" Brad said as he looked down at me, looking slightly angry but still very stern. "Come on, Brad." I pleaded. "I'm not going to rub your cock just so your pajamas get dry, you could just change." "You'll do whatever I tell you to, alright? And don't act like you didn't rub a bit too hard or felt me up, you fuckin' pussy." Brad's cold blue eyes cut into me like knife. I backed away. "Just go change, Brad!" I said as I began to stand up, but suddenly Brad grabbed my hand and forced the rag out as he pulled it down toward his pants. I tried to jerk away, but he soon had my hand pressed against the thin, wet fabric of his pajamas. "Listen, twerp. I came down here, planning to get off while mom and dad were away, but you had to be a bitch." Brad said as he held my hand in place, my fingers tried to bend into a fist. "Brad please, stop joking around." I muttered. Brad pushed me closer and my hand loosened by reaction, allowing him to force my open hand onto his hard bulge. "I felt you rubbing it, and don't act like you didn't. I see you looking at me too, so if you want it so bad you're gonna get it, you fuckin' sissy." Brand grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. "You got that?" I stood silent. I defiantly did not `get that'. Was Brad asking me^÷telling me^÷to give him head? I had my answer soon enough when he pulled his pajamas down and let his unhindered cock spring up and slap his moist abs. "Get over here and suck my dick you little fag." I was kneeling in front of my own brother as his massive cock stood straight up in front of my face. "Please . . . " I said one more time, my resistence fading from both fear and . . . lust. Brad walked up to me and took his cock in his hand, I stood motionless as his wet, hot dick head ran across my lips. "Come on, Mike, you know you've been waiting for me to do this. To let you suck on my cock." Brad said as he rubbed his dick across my cheek and returned to my lips. I tried to say something, anything in my defense, but Brad's powerful figure^÷his powerful cock, they both stood over me and I felt powerless. A part of me clicked into place and I parted my lips and with one hand around it, I took the top of my brother's thick cock into my mouth. "Mmm, I knew you were a queer, Mikey." Brad said in a sigh as arched his back a little and slowly rounded his left hand around to the back of my head. My mouth enveloped the shaft now, and I could feel the veins and texture of my brother's cock slip across my wet lips. As slowly bobbed my head up and down upon his dick, I began to taste the saltiness of his precum as it leaked out of his large, swollen dick head. "God, looks like I was right, huh?" Brad said as he grabbed the back of my hair and pushed me forward, engorging my head on his huge cock. "I knew you were a fuckin' sissy, but I never thought you'd have a mouth like this." My brother continued to hold the back of my head as I ran my tongue up and down his massive cock, once in a while it would spring out of my mouth and while I gasped for air I would stroke the shaft up and down with my hands. We continued like that, me sucking on Brad's cock, for what seemed like an eternity. After a while the slight taste of milk that had drenched his pants was gone, and all I could taste was his precum. Likewise, all I could smell was the sent of my brother's cock and nuts. As I was about to take him into my mouth once again, wondering how long he could possibly hold off, Brad suddenly pulled back on my head and jerked his dick away. "Take off your clothes." He said as he gently held the base of his cock. I was too far gone now to resist anything he said. I slid off my pajama bottoms and then my T-shirt. Brad looked down at me as I continued to kneel on the living room floor. "Get up, twerp." He said, a little bit less stern than he had seemed before. I stood up and faced my brother, feeling slightly embarrassed and completely flushed. "Looks like you liked that even more than I did, you little queer." He chuckled while glancing at my own rigid hard on. I may not have even been nearly as large as Brad, but my lower stomach was covered in my own precum. Brad stepped forward and actually groped my cock and nuts, massaging them in his strong hand. "I want you to get on your hands and knees." He said. "What?" I asked, unsure of what he wanted me to do. "Get on your hands and knees, twerp. I've been waiting to fuck a pussy all week and your ass is going to take its place." My mind went completely blank. Yes, I had just sucked his dick^÷but my own brother wanted to fuck me? Just a few moments ago I hadn't had any sexual experiences at all, but now Brad was standing before me^÷his cock slick with my own spit^÷and now he was asking me to let him fuck my ass. "Brad, I^÷ Brad forced me down on my knees again, and my arms slid onto the couch as he pushed my back down too. Now my ass was completely exposed while I supported myself on the couch. Brad moved behind me and I saw him stroke his cock. I glanced over as he spit in his hand and then spread it over his large head and shaft. I was trembling now, but my dick was throbbing. Brad pushed my ass up a little higher and positioned himself behind me as he lined his cock up to my hole. Brad rubbed the my back for a moment before he began to push his hips forward. "Oh god..." I moaned as the I felt the tip of my brother's huge cock head push into my ass. "Brad, please, it hurts." "I can't stop now, I finally got a hole to fuck and I'm going to fuck it." Brad replied as he pushed his hips closer to me, while about a fourth of his cock slid into my ass, spreading my hole wider than I thought imaginable. I actually felt a tear roll down my cheek as my brother pushed his cock further into me, and I felt the warmth and rigidness of his huge cock from the inside. "So fuckin' tight..." Brad moaned as he paused for a moment, letting me adjust to the feel of his intrusion. I felt his hands rub up and down my smooth, slender back as he slowly pushed the last inch or so into me. We both sighed in relief and^÷dare I say^÷pleasure, and Brad began to run his large hands down my thighs. "Mmm, damn bro . . . " He moaned as he pulled his cock out a bit and slid it back in. "You really do look like a fuckin' chick, you know?" I felt his thick cock slide back out and then spread open by hole again as he continued to fuck me. I was biting my lip as my entire body throbbed and reddened. "I'm gonna fuck you like one too." Brad said as he slid in and out of my hole. "Gonna fuck your little pussy." "Brad . . . " I moaned automatically as my brother began to push into me with strong thrusts, pounding his huge cock into me. My ass felt like it was on fire, but was beginning to subside to a strange pleasure, and I couldn't control myself. Before long I was almost begging, pushing myself into my brother's thrusts as if by instinct. "Mmm, fuckin pussy." My brother moaned. "You're so fuckin tight..." He said as his hand slid down from my thigh and grabbed hold of my hard cock. He slowly stroked my own dick as he continued to pound his cock into me. Every few strokes of his long dick in my ass, he would push in as far as he could and grind into me as if he was trying impale me on his cock. He continued to moan and talk dirty, calling me his bitch and pussy, but I was moaning just as loudly as him as I bucked my back and forth letting him fuck my ass and stroke my cock at the same time. "Mmm, fuck me...fuck me..." I moaned uncontrollably as my brother rammed my ass. "You're such a fuckin sissy." Brad said. "Mmm, fucking you like the girl you are..." He continued to pound my ass, and my own cock began to twitch with every stroke. Suddenly, his hands reverted to my hips and his speed increased. I moaned loudly as his cock prodding my insides, smacking against my prostate and driving me mad. My cock continued to leak precum uncontrollably as my brother drilled my ass. "I'm gonna cum, you little fag." Brad moaned as his rabbit thrusts continued. "Gonna shoot my cum in your pussy." My brother slammed into me quickly with extreme force, so hard that when he hit my insides I almost screamed and my cock shot without warning. My own cum shot and shot without discretion, and my asshole contracted accordingly. "You fuckin pussy!" Brad moaned as he bucked in to me again slowly and moaned loudly. His cock sprayed into my insides, loading my ass with my brother's cum. He continued to fuck his cock into me for a while as the cum was packed deeper inside of me, and my cock continued to drip. As I began to come down off of my own orgasm, my brother's massive cock slid out of my ass and left me feeling empty and tired. My ass lowered and I collapsed on my stomach, breathing deeply and taking in the scents around me. Brad continued to hover over me with his still hard cock dripping the remnants of his cum onto my ass. "God..." Brad moaned as he grabbed his cock once more and shook it over me. "That was fuckin amazing, bro." He said sincerely. I turned, surprised by him actually calling me brother. I looked up at him as he loomed over me, and he smiled. "Thanks, Mikey." He said as he held his down. I went to grab it when he pulled it away and laughed. "Just kidding!' "Hey!" I said as I pushed myself up to my feet. "Not funny." I tried to look angry and upset. "Whatever..." Brad said as he places his hand on my shoulder, I looked over at him and noticed a change in his eyes. "Lets clean this mess up, then." He said, and I knew that things were beginning to change between my brother and I.