Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2006 18:43:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eyes for my Hot Little Brother - Chapter 1
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Eyes for my Hot Little Brother - Chapter 1
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
March 21, 2006
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Eyes for my Hot Little Brother
Brian, 17
Greg, 15
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CHAPTER 1
Sometime last summer, I started taking a special interest in
my younger brother, Greg. At first, it was because he decided to
sign up for the swim team and wanted to join me in my practice
runs to get conditioned. (I'm on the track team and run every
day.) That turned out great, because I ran alone before that, and
loved having Greg along. Plus, we like to talk and enjoy teasing
each other with the usual brother banter.
Running together last summer made me pay more attention to
Greg. I was excited about the little changes in him that came
from running every day--hard to pinpoint, but he looked healthier.
After school started and I got to see him perform with the swim
team, I started seeing my little brother with different eyes.
You just look at a guy in new ways when he's wearing those
skimpy Speedos. I had ultra-brief underwear that didn't show as
much. Greg was thin and had a good build in his smaller frame.
Yeah, I peeked at his bulges, wanting to see how he measured up to
me, but I wasn't focused on Greg's sexual side.
Greg slowly become more appealing. I felt that. And I didn't
know what those feelings were exactly.
I'm a senior in high school now, and this year's been great so
far. My brother Greg is 15 and a sophomore at my school--and he's
having a pretty good year, too. But he complains about the
dumbest things sometimes. He's embarrassed about his braces.
I kept telling him that it's no big deal, and some girls even
like guys in braces.
I thought he looked cute in braces--they give him that 'Hey I'm
young and still growing' look. According to Greg, I was two years
older, so what did *I* know. But there are lots of times he does
listen to me. I was glad when Greg's braces came off and he
finally shut up about them.
My interest in guys started slowly, with me sneaking peeks at
the other boys on the track team when we showered after practice--
even though I dated girls. It didn't take long before I had a
good mental picture of each of my naked teammates. This happened
last year when I was 16, not too long before school let out for
the summer.
While I was peeking in the shower room one day, there was an
incident--luckily it was just me and my best friend Tom. The rest
of the guys were done with their showers. Tom and I stood about
ten feet apart. I made the mistake of looking at Tom's pole once
too often and got caught. I say it was HIS fault because he kept
touching it. I HAD to look. Besides, he had a nice one.
"Hey, Brian! You trying to see what your dick is gonna look
like when it grows up?" Tom said with his usual smile, not seeming
to mind that I peeked at him down there.
"I was just gonna tell you what you should eat so you can
catch up to ME, Tommy--but screw you, now."
"Yeah--you WISH, Bri!"
We both cracked up. Tom was fun.
That's when it hit me that none of my teammates were as good-
looking as my kid brother Greg. He always was the cuter, smarter
one. He had a thinner body, but a perfect chest, great legs with
hairless thighs, and his dark blond hair and blue eyes turned a
few heads. With his naturally tanned skin he looked like a
California kid.
In the middle of Idaho, I had a surfer boy for a brother.
I was fairly good-looking--more plain than Greg--built bigger,
but not huge. You couldn't be huge and do well in track, and I
was fast.
Summer came and went, and I forgot all about the mental
pictures of my teammates from track. We moved--just a mile away
to a better neighborhood. Our new house was a little bigger than
the old one, but Greg and I still shared a room.
School started up--for me, the last year of high school--and
soon the weather turned cold. Ball-chilling cold. In Idaho,
winter starts in September.
Two weeks after Christmas, Greg and I were doing our homework
when the electricity went out. It was eight o'clock, and the
sudden darkness scared us for a minute--then we got our
flashlights out of our top dresser drawers.
"Fuck! There goes the heat. It's like twelve below."
"But it's GAS heat," Greg said, sounding six years old.
"Yeah, smurfbrain, but the furnace still needs power to run."
"Oh."
"BOYS! Don't move!" I heard dad yell. "I'm coming up with a
flashlight for you."
That was the same routine we used at our last house. The rule
was that Greg and I had to stay put until dad brought us a light,
so no one would trip and fall in the dark.
"It's okay, dad," I said, going to the landing at the top of
the stairs and shining my flashlight, "we both got flashlights."
"Yeah," Greg said, coming up behind me and flashing his light
all over the ceiling, "Brian forgot where he put his, and I had to
show him."
"Shut up, goofball," I said, punching his shoulder.
"Good, Brian. I'm glad you boys were prepared," dad said,
surprised. "I didn't know you guys had your own flashlights."
"Yeah," I said, "that's one of the things we bought with our
Christmas money." I didn't say that we got them more for camping
than anything else.
"I'm proud of you guys."
"Yeah, it was MY idea," Greg said in his best taunting voice.
"Cool it, twerp!" I said, giving Greg another brotherly shove.
"OKAY, settle down, guys. Just stay in your room until the
lights comes back on."
"You made him mad," I said as we got back to our room.
"You're always doin shit like that, Greg."
He gave me one of his grins--the kind he knows pisses me off.
I grabbed his arms and kicked his legs from under him. The
flashlights went flying.
"No, NO, Brian, come on! No tickling!"
"Fuck tickling--I'm gonna twist your arm off, dorkface."
I wasn't really going to hurt him, and as smart as Greg was,
he never caught on to my scare tactics. I loved making him
squirm. I pinned him to the floor. I do that a lot and was
liking the feel of our chests together as we both struggled and
lost our breath. We had enough light to see fairly well.
"You gonna quit talking shit about me in front of dad?" I
said, yanking his arm behind his back.
"Okay, OKAY!"
"Okay, WHAT?" I said, pushing my hips down hard, my leg
pressing against his dick.
"Okay. I give! I'm sorry."
Then I eased up on the pressure and just laughed. The two of
us giggled like little kids for a minute, then I let him up.
"Wimp!" I said, staring him in the eye and giving him my
victory smile.
"I'm not a wimp--you got stronger, Bri," Greg said as he
rubbed his arm.
"Well, I work out a little. You swimmers aren't allowed to
put on extra muscle."
"You finish your homework?" he asked.
We weren't top students, but we learned that if you do your
homework and read the book, you get decent grades. Greg did
better in school than I did. That was okay with me. Plus, he
didn't have teachers nagging that he wasn't doing as well as his
older brother.
"Yep," I said. "Was on the last math problem when the power
quit. You?"
"Yeah, I was done an hour ago. I was just reading." Greg
stuck out his tongue at me.
"Fuckin bookworm," I said, goading him.
"Jock!" he said, taunting me as usual. "You should've done
football."
He was right, and that was a sore point with me.
"Fuck you, geek!" I said, giving him my mad face. "We better
unplug the computer and the stereo before the power comes on."
"YOU do it. I'm afraid of electricity," he said, whining.
"Yeah, RIGHT!"
We quit just in time. A few seconds later, dad came in,
looking serious, carrying a battery-powered lantern and his
flashlight.
"Um," dad started, "your mother is concerned that the power
outage might last all night, and since this is the first outage in
the new house, she's worried about having enough hot water. So,
she wants you guys to shower together."
I could tell dad was 'made' to do this. Mom had her quirks.
I had a feeling if it was up to him, he wouldn't be up here
telling us this.
"Sure, dad, no problem," I said.
It was no big deal because Greg and I had showered together
whenever track and swim practice let out at the same time. Still,
this was a new thing for us, and I wondered how Greg felt about
it.
"Thanks, boys. Put this on the bathroom floor so you can see
in the shower." Dad gave me the lantern. "Don't stay up late."
"Okay, dad."
"And keep this door closed," he said, closing the door between
our room and our bathroom. "I'm sure you guys figured out this
bathroom gets more heat than it needs. No sense letting the warm
air out." Dad smiled and left.
Our parents had their room at the other end of the house, so
dad never knew if we stayed up late or not. But we liked it so we
could make noise or play music and not get yelled at. We learned
the hard way not to stay up late if there was school the next day.
Greg was silent the whole time dad was in our room. That
meant something was up. When I turned to look at him, he looked
worried.
"What's up with YOU, goofball?"
"Huh? Oh, nothin."
I let it drop and got my clothes out for the morning.
"Hey Greg," I said, seeing him frozen, slouched in the chair,
"aren't you gonna get your clothes for tomorrow?" He stared out
the window at the blackness. I glanced between his legs and saw a
little bulge there.
"Yeah, I guess. It's only eight-thirty. What are we gonna do
till bedtime?"
"I don't know," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "We'll think
of something."
"Do you think we should shower now or in the morning?" he
asked, tension in his voice--left over from when the lights went
out, I thought.
This piqued my interest. At school, a shower with Greg meant
seeing him 20 feet away. In our small bathroom, we'd be much
closer.
"Now, I guess." I tried to sound casual, but I had a knot in
my gut--and a bigger one growing in my pants.
"Mine's bigger 'n' yours," Greg said in his silly voice,
playing with his flashlight. He had bought himself one of those
long, heavy-duty ones.
"Keep dreamin, twerp." But something about Greg's voice made
me smile.
"It's getting cold in here fast," he said, grabbing fresh
underwear and pointing to the bathroom.
"No shit."
I grabbed my underwear and the lantern, and when Greg turned
the doorknob, we stumbled into the bathroom together and shut the
door behind us. Dad was right--it was warmer in there.
Undressing in close quarters was interesting. I stared at his
crotch the whole time, and I thought I saw Greg's dick thicken up,
just a bit. And what a nice dick he had--smooth, virgin looking,
white and pink with a perfect shape. And almost as big as mine.
"We better make it a quick one, huh?" I said, just to break
any tension he felt. By this time, he was naked.
"Yeah," Greg said tentatively, "but I don't wanna rush."
I looked his body over real well, and my cock began to swell
with excitement. Then I admitted to myself I wanted him, lusted
after him. I was having bad thoughts about my brother--picturing
myself jerking him off and making him shoot his cream on my face.
He didn't seem embarrassed. I wasn't embarrassed that I was
boning up in front of him. A lot of guys do that when they take
their clothes off.
In the shower, the light was just right--dim enough to feel
cozy, bright enough to see. And I was feeling real cozy.
It was fantastic every time we had to trade places so one of
us could rinse, because there was cock-to-body contact. His dick
would slide across my hip, and mine against his. Once, I
maneuvered myself so my cock touched his as I went past him to the
showerhead.
It was Greg's turn to get past me to rinse. This time, I was
sure his dick felt bigger. And when he turned facing me, rinsing
his back, it looked bigger. He washed his cock--if you could call
it washing. He gave it a quick squeeze with his soapy hand.
But that gave me an idea.
"THAT'S no way to wash your dick," I said. "You hardly
touched it. You should show your body more respect." I tried to
sound sincere and non-threatening.
Greg's face fell like I had insulted him to the core. He took
it very seriously. For a moment he was stunned.
This was my chance. I took my slippery hand to his half-hard
pole, and stroked it. I think he knew I wasn't trying to wash his
dick.
"Wash it good, like this," I said as my brother gasped.
I was jerking him off. I gulped, my dry mouth making it
difficult to swallow. I felt a thrill through my body, knowing I
was touching Greg this way.
And he responded. The way he breathed, the sight and hot feel
of the head of his dick as I stroked, the squish of my soapy hand
--knowing what was making that sound--left me breathless.
"Feel good?" I said, my voice soft, my insides shaking, and my
brother getting hard in my hand.
"Y-yeah." Greg tried to smile, but there was doubt in his
voice.
"Cool," I said, crouching, my face closer to his hard shaft,
my hand stroking my own.
When things fell silent, I knew I had to fill that void. He
could call this off, any second. I splashed water to rinse off
Greg's dick and admired the bounce it had.
"Yours is feelin good, too, huh?" he said, playing with his
pubes and looking at me stroking my bone.
"If you liked, that, you'll love this." I spoke softly, still
crouched, and leaned toward him.
I didn't dare look at Greg's face. I just slid my mouth over
my little brother's beautiful cock. The taste and heat--and just
knowing I had him in my mouth--was a thrill I'll never forget.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," he whispered. Greg never cussed.
I wasn't certain of his reaction, but I thought it sounded
good. I knew for sure when he bent forward and put his arms
around my neck. I slid down Greg's delicious hardon, and sucked
faster, pumping my mouth on his hard, hot, 15-year-old dick.
I tried to think what would feel good on my own dick, then I
thought of pressing my tongue up against his hard shaft while my
lips stroked him. To make it better, I put my hand under his
balls and touched them gently. Finally, I wiggled my tongue while
my own pole throbbed, excited that Greg's cock was actually in my
mouth.
"Don't stop, Brian . . . . Ahh, yeah!"
I knew it was his dick talking, but it struck me in the heart
when he said that. I was hitting him in his most vulnerable spot
--his raw animal senses. It HAD to feel good. Of course he
needed me to keep going. But did he WANT it? My heart wouldn't
let this question go. Still crouched at his feet, I slid off the
beautiful hard thing I wanted so much, and looked up.
"Are you sure, Greg?"
His face told the story quickly--at first, shock. Then panic.
When it looked like reason struck him suddenly, my heart stopped.
"Do you love me?"
"Oh, God," I said, trying to catch my breath. "Yes!"
I hadn't thought of it that way before, but as soon as he
asked, I knew I had loved him a long time.
With his hands behind my head, Greg thrust his hips forward,
sliding his beautiful penis into my open mouth.
My hands went around to the hard mounds of my brother's butt,
and they were as desperate to pull him into me as he was to pump
his anxious cock in my mouth. I pushed my lips tight to his
pubes, loving the tip of his throbbing dick in my throat.
"Uh!" he said--a deep moan that vibrated the shower stall.
At first, I thought he was just getting more into the
sensations in his boy-stick. When I felt something hot hit the
back of my throat, I knew Greg was coming--filling me with his
warm seed. I swallowed a lot of cum, kneeling there, adoring my
brother's body with my hands and mouth. In seconds, our shower
was over--my brother holding his cock and bent over in the after-
pleasure of his climax.
We didn't say much as we dried. We were panting. I loved the
sounds of our hot breaths together filling the room, making
talking unnecessary.
Behind him, I slapped his butt as we walked into our room.
No response. Greg crawled into bed and curled up into a ball.
'What did I DO to him?' I thought, seeing him lying there.
Did I just make the biggest fuck-up of my life? I couldn't stand
to see him looking so alone, afraid, and isolated.
So I got into bed with him, snuggled up behind him, and
nuzzled his neck. I felt a tiny wiggle in response.
"I was hoping you'd do that," my sexy little brother said.
"Mmmm." I felt relieved and relaxed with him.
"I love you, Brian."
His words sent hot thrills through me. "I thought this would
never happen."
"I knew it would."
"Do you feel anything?" I asked, pressing myself against his
butt as hard as I could, leaving his comment for later.
"Yeah. A dick. Yours." He giggled. "You're boned, Bri."
I went blank totally--forgot what I wanted to say.
"What about you?" I asked, feeling a hand slide up my leg, its
fingers finding my cock.
"Yeah, I am--still," Greg said, his voice suddenly sounding
younger than his fifteen years--ready to break out giggling. But
our sensuous touching prevented that, I think.
"So, uh . . . . "
"I know what you're gonna ask, Bri."
"Oh," I said, believing him.
"Yeah, I want you to do it again. Was I right?"
"Yes," I said, throbbing into the crack of Greg's ass, my
heart pounding for him.
"Do you wanna?" he asked, his young voice thrilling me, making
me hug him tight to my body. He sounded sleepy--like he'd gone to
some distant place.
"Oh yeah, Greggie," I said, half whispering, my tongue at his
ear making him squirm and pull away. I pulled him back so his
head was directly below mine. "Do you know what I wanna do now?"
"Yeah, do it," Greg said, staring into me, sounding suddenly
awake.
And with our eyes wide open, I kissed him.
At first, it felt strange, so I pressed gently against his
soft, boyish mouth. Greg gave a deep moan--so low, it was
unmistakably a man's voice, startling, magnetic.
That sound triggered something in me, and I pressed harder,
moaning into the kiss, feeling my brother's body writhe under
mine.
Then we were grabbing--hands pulling at each other, desperate
for flesh, feet sliding against each others' limbs, lips kissing,
tongues licking everywhere.
After a few minutes, I was tired and lay on my back--my thick
bone in plain view, Greg's hand tipping it up to his face, his
little mouth poised above it.
Innocent, pleading eyes looked into mine.
Dennis B.
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 21 MARCH 2006
(IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)
(The story you just read is # 14.)
1. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (Dad teases and
spanks his son, and gets aroused suddenly. Ages
13, 16, to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
2. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
3. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 11, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
4. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
5. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
6. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
7. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 14, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Newest story.
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
9. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
10. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
11. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
12. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
13. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18)
- Last post APPROX. March 18, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
14. Eyes for my Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18)
- First post APPROX. March 21, 2006.
NIFTY
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may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
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