Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 00:12:00 -0800 (PST) From: Scott Bruck <email@example.com> Subject: What My Brother Began: Part 3 :::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 firstname.lastname@example.org:::: What My Brother Began Part 3 Brad had his entire cock in me, and I was pushing back with my ass, meeting his thrusts with desperate pants and moans. He grunted and slapped my ass a few times, until each cheek was a bright pink. He leaned forward as he continued to fuck in and out of me, which each thrust of his cock I was brought closer to my own orgasm. I felt his hands slide up my back and to my head and he began to speed up his thrusts as he ran his hand through my long, dark hair. My dick was leaking precum all over my hand as I grabbed at it gently and jerked it slightly, I knew that if I jerked it too hard I could cum at any moment. "I'm getting close, you little queer." Brad moaned as he slammed his dick into my ass more powerfully than before; he gyrated his hips and as he fucked in and out of me, causing his dick to prod throughout my insides. I moaned in ecstacy as my dick twitched and came ever closer to cumming. "Fuck me, Brad." I moaned as my brother's fat dick tore into me again and again. "I'm gonna cum in your ass, bitch." Brad moaned. "Gonna breed your pussy." He grunted as he suddenly grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back. His body became stiff and rigid as he began to force his dick in as far as he could, and with a few powerful strokes of his cock, I began to feel his warm seed spray into me. I grunted as my own dick exploded in my hand, covered me in my own cum and tightening my ass around my brother's deflating cock. As I came down from my orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Ever since Brad had started to fuck me, my fantasies had become transfixed on him. Even now, I thought that I had jerked off to the memory of him fucking my ass. There were still parts of me that thought what my brother and I did was wrong, but those parts were growing increasingly less powerful than the lust and desire I now had for Brad. I slid my hand down to my stomach and chest, and ran my fingers across the warm cum I had sprayed over myself. I grabbed an old T-shirt and wiped it up before standing up and taking a deep breath. I only had a few minutes before the school bus arrived, but for the last week, Brad had taken me to school, which means I had a little more time to get ready^÷and like that day, I was able to also work in some time for other things. I quickly took a shower and changed into some new clothes, grabbed my book bag, and ran downstairs. Brad was at the door already with his car keys in his hands. "I was just gonna yell up there for you, twerp." He said. "Ready?" "Yeah." I said as I swung my bag over my shoulder and followed him out to the car. On the way to school, there seemed to be a slight tension between Brad and I^÷but this was different from the usual tension we shared. What used to be sibling hostility and annoyance, had become a sexual tension between us, and I must say that I preferred the new tension to the old one. When we got to the school, Brad dropped me off at the entrance and drove off to park his car. Before I could even turn around to face the school doors, Tim jumped me. "Brad sure has been acting weird lately. Maybe it has something to do with him and Jess, her sister was saying that they're going to break up." Tim said as he looked at me with his calm brown eyes. "Y-yeah." I said, sort of ignoring what Tim was saying. "What made him suddenly offer to take you to and from school? Before, you were luckily that he didn't try to keep you from missing the bus." I swung my book bag over my shoulder as Tim and I began to walk into the building. "I mean, I just don't get it. Don't you think it's weird?" "Y-yeah." I said again, trying to keep from making eye contact with Tim. "...But you, know, you've been acting sorta weird too, Mike." Tim said as he turned and faced me. "Have not." I paused. "Brad isn't being weird either . . . maybe different, but not weird." Time's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he found my words odd. "Well, whatever. I'm just glad I don't have an older brother." He said as we walked up to our lockers. When I began to open mine, a piece of paper suddenly fell out and floated down to the floor. At first, I thought it was just some scrap I had lying in there, but when I picked it up I knew it wasn't my own hand writing. "What is it?" Tim asked, looking at me. "It's a note." I said as I began to scan the paper over. "What's it say?" Tim asked, his eyes lit up like they always do when his curious nature takes hold. He sat his things in his locker and stood by me as we both read the letter together. "Hi Mike, I was talking to Dennis and I thought maybe we could meet up sometime. If you're not busy tomorrow, could you hang around after school and meet me in the gym? I'll at practice until 4:30. ~Lisa~" "Shit." Tim said as he looked at me, I was reading the paper over again. "You know what this means, don't you? Lisa Edwards has the hots for you after all." He said it excitedly at first, but for some reason his enthusiasm began to fade with each word. "Who did you tell?" I said, looking slightly angry. "I didn't tell anyone . . . but . . . " Tim paused. "But who?" I asked again, looking at Tim. "Well, I told Dennis." "Your brother?" I asked, knowing that Tim's brother was in 7th grade. He didn't seem a logical candidate to spill the secret of my supposed love for Lisa Edwards. "Yeah, I promise I only told Dennis." Tim repeated. I could tell he wasn't lying, which made me think about Dennis and Lisa for a while, until the obvious hit me. "Lisa has a younger brother too." I said. "In Denny's grade. I bet he told her brother." "I'm sorry, Mike . . . " Tim said. "But, at least she likes you back right?" "But I never said I liked her, in fact I think I told you the complete opposite." I sighed. For some reason, Tim's eyes lit up slightly. "So now what?" "You could just tell her the truth, I guess." Tim said. "Or not show up at all." "I can't just ignore one of the most popular girls in school." I said bluntly. Tim sort of nodded in agreement. "I guess I'll try and see meet her tomorrow then." The rest of the day went by quickly. Between Brad and Lisa, I couldn't really think of much else. I wasn't sure what I was going to do the next day, but refusing Lisa in any way could easily make me into a laughing stock around school. Tim and I went our separate ways at the school doors as his bus came to pick him up and I waited at the steps for Brad. Soon the buses had all left, and I was still sitting outside on the school steps waiting, after a few minutes passed my heart began to beat rapidly. I knew that Brad had ditched me. I didn't understand why he would suddenly choose to go back to how we were, when things were starting to look up. Mom and dad worked late that day, and I didn't have any other way home. So I walked. I walked for about an hour to get home, something I had only done a few times before, and something I never wanted to do again. Regardless of living in the country, trucks flew by the side of the road like madmen and the heat that day was exceptionally dry. By the time I got home I was exhausted and thirsty, and the first thing I did was throw all my stuff on the ground and got a glass of water. `Fuck you, Brad.' Is what kept running through my head. He put me through all this, I thought, and I couldn't understand why. I fell asleep on the couch watching tv, and I didn't wake up until the sound of the front door echoes through the living room. It was him. I quickly sat up and took a deep breath as Brad walked inside. I glared at him, and he looked back as if he didn't know what was wrong, and then his own eyes narrowed. "What the fuck's your problem, twerp." Brad said coarsely. "My problem is that I had to walk home today because of you." I bit back. Brad paused, and for a moment he looked like he actually cared, or that he was reflecting. "Whatever, you should have gotten on the bus when I didn't pull up in the first place. Not my problem." I stood up. "It is your problem." I said angrily, I wasn't annoyed^÷I was hurt. "You said you'd pick me up!" "Just shut up." Brad said solemnly as he ran his hand through his hair. "No, I'm not gonna shut up until you apologize!" I stepped up toward my brother, and my eyes narrowed. "Shut. Up." Brad turned and faced me, and his eyes narrowed too, but more fiercely, like daggers. "You made the mistake of waiting for me, so it's your fault. Don't cry to me like a pussy." "Shut up, Brad!" I yelled, my fist stiffening at my side. "Why are you acting like this? I did wait for you, because I actually trusted you! I didn't ever think that you'd ditched me after everything that's happened. Things were better, between us! And . . . and...what we did...together...I . . . " "SHUT UP!" Brad said as he pushed me violently, knocking me back into the couch. I didn't have time to recover before he began to yell. "I was only being nice to you so you'd shut the fuck up, and the only reason we did anything together was so I could bust my fuckin nut. It has nothing to do with you. You fuckin fag." I began to cry, and I'm not sure when, but I started to cry during Brad's tirade. Somewhere along the way, I had actually begun to truly care for Brad. I actually had begun to feel like I had a brother, not just some older bully who wanted to rag on me all the time. Somewhere, I had begun to attach myself to him, but now all of that had been brought down in pieces. I continued to cry, uncontrollably, into my hands as I lay on the couch. I didn't care if anyone saw me, I didn't acknowledge Brad's presence in the room because of how strong I was feeling. It wasn't until I felt his hand on my face, that strong hand, that I knew Brad was still with me. "Don't cry, Mikey." I heard Brad say, but it wasn't enough to stop my tears. "For God's sake, stop crying." He repeated, but I didn't answer. He took a hold of my arms and pulled them from my face, but I looked away and the tears continued to flow down my cheeks. Brad paused for a moment and looked at me with very . . . sad eyes, and then he leaned in and did the unthinkable^÷Brad kissed me. It was like someone had splashed cold water on my face, that was how shocked I was. Brad's warm lips meshed with mine, and slowly calmed me down to the point where my crying ceased. He lingered for a moment, our lips still together, before he pulled away and we both took a deep breath. "Brad . . . " I said quietly, still unsure of what was going on. "I had to get you to stop crying, bro." Brad said as he looked at me square in the eye. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean . . . I didn't mean what I said." "Then why?" I asked, referring to how he had acted by ditching me at school. "Jess and I broke up today." Brad said calmly. "I knew it we would, so it wasn't just that, but she started to spread rumors around school that I beat her up and things like that. Total bullshit, you know? So we had a fight today, nothing big, but we had some words. I didn't mean to...but . . . to be honest, I forgot. I forgot that I was going to pick you up." Brad was still holding my arms gently as he looked at me. "I'm sorry, Mikey." He repeated. I smiled. Brad noticed. I smiled and I leaned forward, almost by instinct, and I wrapped my arms around my brother. "I'm glad." I said as I held my head at his strong chest, his arms began to warp around my slim waist. "I'm glad that you...that you didn't mean what you said." "Yeah." Brad said as he ran his hands up my back. "I'm glad too, bro . . . but..." I looked up at brad with big eyes. "But what?" "Well, I do like to bust my nut." Brad said, smiling coyly. His hands drifted down my back and lingered just above my ass. "But that's only if you wanna do it too." "Always." I said as Brad lowered me down on the couch again and kissed me deeply. This time the kiss was hot and urgent, and my pulse began to quicken again. Both of us smelt of sweat and our heat was combing as our tongues entwined. Brad's hands roughly grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and tore it up over my head. He knelt down slightly and leaned over me before he took one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned as my brother gently licked at my nipple and chest, and his hand began to grope at my pants. "Brad . . . " I moaned as he continued to tease me, he licked down my smooth chest and stomach as he took my other nipple in his hand and twisted it gently. Suddenly, Brad forcibly lifted me up from the couch a bit and pulled down at my loose pants and boxers, and in a few moments he had ripped them off of me completely, thrown in a heap on the floor. My cock was at full attention and as my pants slid off it smacked up against my stomach. A bit of precum had formed at the tip, and it was throbbing in anticipation as Brad continued to slowly lick and fondle my small body. "Looks like your dick likes this, bro." Brad said as he took in a breath. "Do you like it, twerp?" "Y-yeah." I said, my words were being fumbled by excitement. "Good." Brad replied with a smile as he leaned back down, but this time he grabbed at my cock in one hand and began to lick at my nuts. I moaned again, feeling my brother's warm tongue slide over my balls, and feeling his strong hand gently massage my dick. It was too much. Brad sucked on one of my balls, causing me to groan and gyrate slightly, I felt him chuckle when I did this. When he spit my nuts out he moved up a little and licked at the shaft of my cock. For the first time I felt my brother's, or anyone else's, warm mouth begin to envelope my dick, and I was gone. The wetness and smooth warmth of Brad's mouth was like a volcano in some ways, and I began to melt into him. He slowly took my dick all the way into his mouth, while he held the base and my balls in his hand. I groaned loudly as his mouth slide off and he jerked my cock for a moment as he licked the shaft. "I knew you'd like it, Mike." Brad said as he took a breath of air. "You like my mouth, don't you?" "Y-yes." I panted. "Please, don't stop." Brad chuckled and returned to my cock, he took it back into his mouth and slid it all the way in, down to my nuts. As I closed my eyes and limply rested against the couch, my brother began to bob his head up and down my dick^÷sliding his warm, slick lips up and down my shaft. Occasionally, he'd lick around the head, and while taking it back in he slid his tongue along it. My hand slid over to his arm and I gently held it, Brad looked up at me as he jerked my cock in his hand and licked up and down my cock. I took a deep breath, realizing how close I was getting to cumming, and I figured that somehow Brad noticed that too. His hand left my cock and in a moment, the feeling of his warm hands on my dick was replaced with his finger slowly pushing into my ass. Brad licked at my dick some more as he twisted his index finger into my asshole a little bit, and then pulled it back out. I groaned. "You like that?" Brad asked again, his and my own attention turning to my ass. "Yeah." I said in a sigh of pleasure and release. I opened my eyes and looked down at my brother as he I he continued to finger my ass in one hand, while slowly undoing his pants with the other. "I know you love things in your boy cunt." Brad said lustfully as he slid his finger the entire way into my ass, causing me to groan and gyrate slightly on his finger. "Do you want my dick in here?" He asked as he slid his finger out and then pushed it back in^÷this time working his middle finger in too. "Yes, yes." I groaned as Brad slowly fucked me with his fingers. "Yes, what?" Brad said, smiling. "What do you want?" He pulled his fingers out and then jammed them back in, gently spreading my hole openly with his strong fingers. I groaned in sheer ecstacy, and my dick was still leaking precum all over my stomach. "I want your dick." I said in a breath. "I want you to fuck me with your dick." Brad grinned and slid his fingers out of my ass. He stood up, and took off his shirt, and then slowly pushed down his already unbuttoned pants and boxers. His cock was at least twice the girth as my dick, and several inches longer, I felt my hole twitch as my brother slowly gave his cock a few strokes. He moved back over to me and instead of just going right into it like I expected, he moved onto the couch and got on his knees^÷his cock right at my face. "Get me wet for your hole, bitch." He said, his voice becoming more lustful and urgent. I turned to Brad, and his thick cock which hung just above me. I moved up on the coach slightly and grabbed the base of my brother's cock, I licked my lips for a moment and then ran my tongue up the large swollen head. Brad sighed in relief as my lips parted along his dick. I took him into my mouth greedily, loving every inch of his dick. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft as I slowly ran his cock in and ouch of my mouth. I worked up as much spit as I could, completely flooding my mouth with it. I slid his cock out of my mouth and jerked it in my hand, it was slick with my spit and Brad suddenly moved down off the couch at grinned. Brad grabbed my legs and pushed them up near my chest, exposing my already moist asshole to him. I saw him add his own spit to his cock and his hand, and he worked a finger in my twitching hole, making sure it was slick and wet. Brad bent down slightly and aimed his cock at my hole, and in a flash of lightning I felt my brother's cock press into my ass one more time. The head slid in with ease, no doubt aided by our past encounters, and both Brad and I groaned in pleasure. Brad held his throbbing cock tightly as he continued to work his way into me. My ass was aching for his dick, and as it was spread further and further apart, my sexual inhibitions had already been lost. I looked up at my brother as he began to push the last of his thick dick into me, sliding it all in, to the base. Brad sighed and closed his eyes slightly as he leaned forward. "God, I love you bro." He said in a stifled sigh. All I could do was groan in response, as he slid his cock out slightly and then pushed it back in to the base. "I'm gonna fuck your tight pussy." Brad said as his hands returned to my legs, he kept them pushed back and watched his own cock slide in and out of my ass. "Such a fuckin, girl, Mikey, your ass is so hot." Brad groaned and pushed into me again and again. I threw my head back against the couch as my brother continued to fuck into me; my ass stretched and contracted around his shaft. Brad pulled out completely a few times and then slammed back into the hilt, causing me to gasp loudly. Each time I felt a brief ease, Brad's cock penetrated my ass again, spreading me open. "Fuck." I moaned. "Fuck my ass, Brad." I grabbed my own aching dick and looked at my brother, who was fucking me just like I imagined he fucked every girl he ever dated. His strong dick slammed in me over and over, and he made circles with his hips, driving me off the wall. "I'm gonna cum, bro." Brad moaned. "I'm gonna cum in your ass." He slammed into me again, this time causing me to cry out. As he pulled out and smacked into me for the second time, I felt the warmth of his cum shooting into me, and he fucked into me with short quick thrusts. I was lost in complete lust as my brother shot the last of his seed into me, and as he pulled his cock out of my ass, I started to cum. I lowered my legs and stiffed up, and I felt Brad's hand begin to massage my balls. "Cum, bro, shoot all over yourself." He said, and boy did I ever. The first ropey strand left my cock and landed on my collar bone, I groaned loudly as the second and third ones landed on my chest and stomach, and finally as I slowly my stroking a fourth one pooled just below my belly button. I exhaled dramatically, and continued to slowly stroke my deflated dick. "You're dirty slut, Mikey." Brad said jokingly. "And you're a mess." I looked down at my chest and stomach and nodded silently. Brad grinned as he held out his hand, I grabbed it and this time he pulled me to my feet. I smiled at my brother and he gently placed his hand on my forearm. "You better get cleaned up, twerp, mom and dad will be home soon." "Yeah." I said as I bent down to pick up my things. "Thanks." I muttered. "What are brothers for?" Brad replied coyly. I couldn't think of anything better for him to say, I beamed with a new found happiness as I walked down the hall to the bathroom. Brad stayed in the living room for a while and picked up his own things, and I heard him chuckle as I ran into the bathroom.