Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 18:40:30 -0400
From: Dom R <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: HOT YOUNGER BROTHER - CHAPTER 2

HOT YOUNGER BROTHER CHAPTER 2

Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga

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A part of my mind was trying to invent some new games I might
play with Todd, but I pushed the thought down, remembering that
dad had just said something.

"Thanks, dad," we both said.

"The room will go over the East end of the house.  I decided to
extend it, and put in a bedroom over the garage," dad said
proudly.  "It'll be a like a little apartment, up there."

"Little?" I said, "That place will be huge."

"Right, Pete." dad said smiling, "Let's just say, an apartment
with a huge living room."

"Ok, dad," I said.

Then dad disappeared to parts unknown.  I guessed he went to the
bathroom or to check on the truck.

"Wow, Pete--this'll be cooler than I thought!"  Todd said
smiling, his sexy blue eyes wide with excitement.

Seeing his cute little face got me to thinking about this attic
room in a new way.  When it was done, it would be very private.
It would sit above the living room and den, totally at the
opposite end of the house--as far away from the bedrooms as you
could get.  But the bedroom over the garage--that would be so
private and disconnected from the house, I'd probably be able to
play drums in there, and no one would hear me.

What I was really thinking that I wanted to do in that room was
to take Todd, strip him naked, and have sex with him until we
couldn't cum anymore.  Problem was, I knew any possibility of me
getting sexual with Todd was a big zero--besides, I didn't want
to face those thoughts, head on.

Second problem was, by now, I was hard as hell, and the end of my
dick was wet, I could feel it--and little brother Todd-boy was
staring right at the bulge in my shorts with that same smiley
look on his face.  Probably, it took a while for him to register
what he was looking at.

Todd's face soon turned slightly uncomfortable, and his cheeks
blushed real quick.  I blushed worse than he did, and felt my
cock pulse.  I felt the warm head move away from my leg, then
fall back against it, so I know it moved.  Now, my eyes were
glued to Todd's.

At this point, my heart was in my throat.  In this embarrassed
state, I felt so humiliated, my mind rebelled by going into
'escape' mode.  In a flash, I had the hottest fantasy--complete
with 'live' video--of me ripping Todd's little white briefs to
shreds, slapping his cute butt-cheeks, and shoving my hot cock in
there.  For the first time, I had a full visual fantasy of
fucking my brother.  My inhibitions must have been goofing off.

By this time, my dick was fiercely hard, and pushing itself
outward, every few seconds, until my crotch became a signal that
said, 'Look here--look here!'

My eyes were still glued to Todd's, and Todd chose this moment to
tear his eyes from my bulging shorts, and look me straight in the
eye.

I felt bad that Todd had seen this display of mine--my mouth
opened to tell him that, but no sound came out.

I guess Todd felt that he had to answer my silent apology.

"It . . . it's ok, Pete.  It happens to--"

I suddenly realized that Todd not only let the sight of my
bouncing cock really sink in, but now he was actually going to
talk about it.  I thought I'd explode with embarrassment, and had
to cut him off.

"Yeah, Todd," I said jokingly, "watch out, it might get loose and
attack you."  I thought that was a pretty good save, and I was
proud of myself.

Todd gave a funny laugh, but not before gulping.

I smiled at that, thinking that maybe I actually had him in fear
of my dick.  Not a bad position for a big brother to be in.
'Anything to have more control over the little brother,' I
thought.

I got very brave, all of a sudden, and decided to unzip and take
my dick out, right in front of Todd.  By the feel of it in my
shorts, it had to be the biggest hardon I'd ever had--and I
wanted to see it as much as shock Todd by showing it to him.  I
reached for the zipper, making it obvious what I was going to do.

"Pete, no!" Todd whispered, just as I heard dad's footsteps
coming our way.  Todd must have heard them before I did.  I
thought to myself, 'God, what was I thinking?' as my cheeks got
so hot, I thought they'd burn off.

"Let's finish unloading the truck, boys," dad said from the next
room, his footsteps continuing in our direction.

In a few seconds, and for the first time, Todd and I communicated
just by looking at each other.  Half in a panic, I looked at
Todd, dreading the fact that dad would walk in and see my boner--
and I'm sure the fear showed in my eyes.  I kept staring at Todd.
In total silence, Todd responded with a look that seemed to say,
'It's ok, Pete, I'll help you.'

And that's exactly what Todd did--he scooted himself in front of
me, so when dad approached, he saw Todd, and very little of me.

I had tried to see if Todd had a bulge, but his shorts were so
damn baggy, I don't think you could spot a boner in them if you
tried.  So I had no idea if little bro was 'catching' big bro's
hardon.  I wondered if he had any clue at all that I was boned up
because of him.  Not much chance of that, but it was fun thinking
about it.

"Hey, dad!  Ready to go get more stuff from the truck?" Todd said
bravely, further distracting dad's attention from me and my
stubborn bone.

"Let's go son," dad said, turning around and heading in the
direction of the living room, (and the front door).  Todd flashed
me a grin.

I was so excited that Todd had done this for me.  He actually did
shield me.  I never felt closer to my little brother than at that
moment.  Maybe I was making too much of this, but the fact that
HE was protecting ME for once, only added to my excitement.

Had I missed part of my brother's growing up?  How long had Todd
been doing things like this for me?  I suddenly felt like I'd
just crawled out from under a rock.

While we were walking out to the truck, I struggled with my
conflicting feelings.  I loved Todd more, and wanted to protect
him--wanted him to feel the same warm love I was feeling.  But at
the same time, in my mind's fantasy, I fucked him rougher, made
him cry out, and talked tough to him in my fantasy . . .
    'That better be a cry of pleasure,' I growled in Todd's ear,
    as I shoved my cock harder into him.  'Oh yeah, Pete--it is,
    it sure IS,' Todd's said in a voice obviously filled with as
    much pain as pleasure.  In this fantasy, there was something
    so cooperative, yielding, and compliant about Todd's voice.

I finally snapped out of my daydream, and found myself outside
again, leaning forward against the outside of the truck, slowly
humping the fender, pleasuring my hardon immensely--as dad and
Todd picked up a load of lumber from the truck's bed.

I was embarrassed that I wasn't helping, and it must have showed
on my face.  I caught Todd's eyes, or his caught mine.

"Relax, Pete, dad and I got this load," Todd said--not sounding
at all like a younger brother.  His voice had a hint of
protectiveness.  Maybe I imagined that, but to me, Todd was
saying, 'It's ok.  We win.  Hide your bone.  Don't let dad see.'

I'd covered HIS back for a long time, but for HIM to do that for
me was so exciting, it almost made me wanna cum.  To me, this
opened up a whole new world of brotherly love.  I wanted that
world to include sex--but I'd take what I could get.

While dad and Todd slid the lumber out of the truck, dad's back
was toward me.  I gave Todd this huge smile, and then felt that
my smile was just a little too much--too syrupy, maybe.

Todd reacted with a similar smile--and I swear, that was the last
thing I expected.  I bubbled over with good feelings.

I managed to get my hardon to go down before Todd and dad
returned to the truck to get the last of the building supplies
for the new attic room.

I was already in place to pick up my end of the load, and without
saying a word, Todd leaned forward against the truck at about the
same spot I had used.  I wondered if he was hard, slowly humping
his sensitive dick against the warm, hard metal of the fender--as
I had just done.

I was jealous of the fender.  I suddenly had a flash memory of a
pic I'd seen, and imagined myself on my knees, sucking my younger
brother's dick through a hole in the wall, waiting for his hot,
14-year-old cum to come flying at me.

Todd followed behind, as dad and I got the last load of building
materials off the truck and into Todd's room.

"Dad--" Todd said anxiously, "what about sleeping arr--"

"Hold on, son," dad said to Todd, "you have to work that out with
your brother--isn't that right, Pete?" dad said, turning to me.

This was my chance to grab control and make myself look good,
hoping for the best.  I went for it.

"Yep," I said--quickly putting my arm around Todd's shoulders.
"Todd, you're my brother, and you're not going to sleep on the
couch, or anything.  You come sleep with ME."  For a second, I
thought I'd laid it on too thick.

"Thanks, Pete," Todd said softly.  In the distance, I could see
dad smile approvingly.  Todd's eyes had lit up, and there was a
blush in his cheek.

I didn't know if Todd blushed because of my arm around him, my
friendly tone, or the idea of sleeping together, but I felt good
that I'd gotten him to blush.

Right then, my love for my little brother grew.  I wanted to hold
him in the air, kiss him, and tell him how beautiful I thought he
was, and how much I wanted to protect him, and make love to him--
not selfishly, but making sure he got his share of pleasure.  And
how I WISHED that I could be free to tell him all that.

I was just dreaming to think that Todd would accept that speech,
even if I had the courage to say it to him.  I knew there was no
way Todd had any sexual ideas about this arrangement--but I sure
did.

At the very least, jacking off would be an issue, since Todd was
more than old enough to be doing that--and maybe, since we would
both need to do it, we'd get to see or hear each other doing it.
My mouth got dry at the thought that I might get to actually see
him naked--or at least with a boner in his little tighty-whities.

We ate a late dinner, the three of us, and as I ate, I realized
it was getting close to bedtime, and I began to tense up, knowing
that for the first time, Todd and I would be going to the same
room to undress for bed--not to mention climb into the same bed
together.  I had a sudden image of me stripping Todd, and forcing
him to shower with me, but I brushed that thought away.  Then, I
was even more tense.

Todd, on the other hand, seemed his happy, relaxed self, so I
tried to relax, too, and joined in on the conversation.  I hope I
made sense when I spoke, because the thought of Todd, naked, or
half naked--in the shower or otherwise--was a distraction.
Finally, my boner went down in time for me and Todd to load the
dishwasher.  Dad went off to bed.

As the two of us loaded the dishwasher, I made quick plans in my
head--of how to manipulate Todd into sleeping naked, to get to
see him naked before lights out, or before we got into bed.  I
think my hormones were taking over, bringing out the aggressive
side of me.

I decided I wasn't going to pussyfoot around--I was going to be
myself, and be damn assertive.  Toward the end of our dishwasher
routine, Todd got silly, and I slapped his little butt--hard, but
playfully--pretending he'd done something wrong.  "It's time to
get to my room and get to bed, Todd."

Oh, yeah, I was being assertive.  I was gonna have a good time
with his skinny little body, or go down tryin'.

Todd totally ignored my slap.  "Carry me, carry me," he said,
just like he used to do when he was little.  It wasn't too long a
walk from the kitchen to my room--but long enough.

I debated if I should give in to him, but I decided he would owe
me, if I did.  So, I got down into a squatting position behind
him, and stuck my head between his legs.  I reached up and
grabbed under his arms to support him--my hands squirming with
pleasure at the feel of his hairless armpits.  As I stood, up he
went.

"Wow, Petey!" Todd squealed.  He was not only acting eight years
old, he sounded like it, too.  Except the heat I was feeling on
the back of my neck was definitely too much to be coming from an
eight-year-old.  And Todd was definitely taller since the last
time we'd done this--it was hard for me to keep him balanced.

"Duck when we get to the doorway," I warned, knowing how easy it
would be for him to whack his head against the door frame.

"Ahhh!" Todd screamed, when we got to my bed and I leaned
forward, causing him to lose balance, and drop from quite a
height into the mattress.  "Oh, God, you scared me!  That was
like falling off a cliff."

We were both grinning.

"Cool," I said.  "You liked it."

"Yeah, Pete.  What a rush."

At that point, I didn't care that I had a hardon, or if Todd saw.

"I'm tired," I said, as I pulled off my t-shirt.  "Get undressed,
Todd."

That was definitely aggressive--I'd spoken with all the bossy,
deep-voiced authority I could muster.  I quickly followed-up by
taking off my shorts and underwear in one move.  Now I was naked
and facing my little brother, and making small talk--as if being
naked with a hardon in front of your brother was the most natural
thing in the world.

Inside, my body was screaming--out of insecurity, excitement, and
the need for sex, combined.  Todd looked at my dick just for a
second.  I hoped I wasn't scaring him--I'd hate myself if that
happened.

Todd glanced down, saw my boner again, and blushed, then he
seemed to ignore it, and took his t-shirt off.

"Wow, you've been working out, Todd!" I said, hoping he wouldn't
hear the quivering in my voice.  His chest was awesome.  I could
feel my knees getting weaker, just from looking at him.

"Yeah," he said, his face redder as his head disengaged from the
empty shirt.  "I been doing my legs, too," Todd said proudly as
he pulled his shorts off, then stood up straight.

I think my eyes popped out, and my heart stopped as I looked at
Todd's naked body--for the first time that I could remember.  He
had skipped underwear today, obviously, and my dick responded
with a huge throb.  A quick glance at his leg muscles told me he
had a lot to be proud of.  I knew how hard it was to get results
like that in your lower body.  Todd's dick wasn't hard, but it
looked like it was starting to grow, if only slightly.  I
wondered if that was because he'd glanced at my naked boner a few
times.

Problem was, how could we be standing with each other--naked and
hard--and be acting like it was nothing?  Was I dreaming?  Or was
Todd nervous, too, and just trying to act cool?

Another problem was I could see that Todd's 14-year-old dick
wasn't that much smaller than my 17-year-old one.

"Damn, Todd--you got a big one," I said admiringly.  I gulped
because I was waiting for him to chide me for being hard.  He
never even mentioned it, nor the fact that I kept glancing at HIS
dick, although I didn't stare.

"So do YOU, Pete," Todd said.  "Yours is a LOT bigger."  I was so
desperate to suck in his whole body with my eyes, I forgot what
Todd was saying.  I finally remembered, he was saying my dick was
really big.

"That's just 'cause it's hard, Todd."

"Yeah, Pete, but mine doesn't look near that big when I'm hard."

The evidence of his soft dick before my eyes told me that wasn't
true--I mentally calculated how much Todd's penis would grow when
it got hard.

What I really wanted to do was ask him if he liked the look of my
dick.  And I wanted so much to tell him to get hard and SHOW me
how his hardon looked.  But I didn't say anything.  In my head, I
was denying my desire for Todd, and I knew it--but I didn't want
to rush anything at this stage.

Part one of my plan worked better than expected.  Now it was time
for part 2.  I held my arms straight out (for maximum distance,
so as not to scare him) and put my hands on Todd's shoulders.
His skin was hot.  He was blushing a little--I was blushing a
lot--but we were now looking each other in the eye.  This was
perfect, and it was my time to speak up.  I almost couldn't talk,
because seeing him and feeling him like this took my breath away.
At that moment, I loved my little brother more than ever--body
and soul.

"Todd," I said softly, "I want you to know that whatever you do,
good or bad--you'll always be my brother, and I'll always love
you."  I was so nervous, saying that, but I paid special
attention to Todd's alert, blue eyes when I said, 'Love.'  He
didn't cringe.  As a matter of fact, he smiled softly.  I thought
that was sexy.

"Thanks, Pete," Todd said.

That was the last thing I expected my little brother to do and
say--especially with both of us naked, and me hard--standing only
an arm's length away from him.  Did he know?  Was he teasing me?
Was I dreaming?  Did I even know, myself, what I meant when I
said, "Love?"  What kind of love?

Todd still wasn't hard, so I was beginning to doubt my plan.  I
guess I felt like I'd just proposed to him, and he'd accepted,
but I was the one with a boner and it didn't look like Todd was
gonna get one any time soon.  I was hoping I'd broken at least
SOME of the ice, but I felt weird.

Not knowing how to get out of the awkwardness I was feeling, I
motioned toward the bed with my eyes, and went to get under the
covers.  Todd followed.  I was now in bed with my little brother,
and we were both naked.

I lay on my side.  Todd turned, facing me, and put his hands on
MY shoulders.  His face was so cute--almost angelic.

"Same goes for me," Todd said quietly.

I was never so pleasantly, totally shocked in my life.  "Huh?" I
said, snapping out of the trance of Todd's hot hands on my
shoulders, not knowing why he was saying that.

"I'll . . . always love you, too, Pete," Todd said as he pushed
himself closer.  I never expected anything like this.  Todd put
his hands together, behind my back, practically hugging me.  I
was trying to figure out how I was going to turn the light out,
but there was no way I was going to break Todd's brotherly hug.

As Todd slid himself toward me, I felt my aching dick touch the
raw heat of his tight, flat stomach.  Either he was numb, or he
had to know it was my dick that he'd just pushed himself into.

"Ah, Todd, Jesus!" I said.  The words slipped out before I could
catch them.  I was biting my tongue, staring into my little
brother's eyes, wondering what he was going to say.

"Pete--let's go downstairs and get a snack."  I couldn't believe
Todd had said this.  He looked scared--almost like he knew he had
interrupted the moment.  Or was he scared of me?

I was crushed--devastated.  I'd built up all these thoughts, and
maybe I was just imagining things.  Before I did a total dive
into the dark waters of disappointment, it came to me that at
least I could grab control.  "ONLY if we both go naked, little
bro."  Todd knew I was extra serious when I called him 'little
bro.'

"Um, well," he said, weighing his options, "ok, Pete . . . we
better not get caught, though."

"I'm in charge, here, Toddy boy, and if we get caught, I'll take
care of it," I said--totally amazing myself that I had the balls
say that, and that Todd didn't complain.  I knew dad was fast
asleep, though.

"I don't know--I'm scared now," Todd said with sincere, youthful
fear in his eyes.

"Too bad!" I said, maintaining my authoritarian position, (and
breaking my own heart, saying that and sounding so mean to him),
"The only slack I'll allow you is that you can take some briefs
with you, and you can put them on if you hear dad coming.

"Ok," he said.

I don't know how it got there, but Todd had an overnight bag in
my room, and he pulled out a pair of thin, red briefs--briefer
than any I'd ever seen.  I didn't know he had anything like that.
I wanted to comment, but I was so stunned, I just stared, wide-
eyed.

As we got to the kitchen, Todd's eyes resumed their interest in
my dick, which had gone down a little, in the process of walking
around.  Now I was starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have
insisted that we both go naked.

When we sat down and I faced him, he was blushing.  We tore into
the bread, peanut butter and jelly, which were always on the
table.  We had a good time and laughed a little, but by the time
we'd finished eating, my mouth had gone dry again, knowing we'd
have the fun (and stress) of getting into bed naked a second
time, and that I would make some sort of move on him.  My stomach
gurgled from the tension.

We heard a thud and both looked toward the kitchen door.  Todd
jumped up and put his briefs on.  They didn't cover much, but
they got the job done.  We both froze, waiting for dad's voice to
come booming out, any second.  But it didn't.  I went to
investigate in the living room.

A book had been placed too close to the edge of the coffee table,
and our cat had helped it fall.  Suddenly Todd was behind me.

"Hi, big guy," Todd said.  He only called me that when he was
scared.  His voice was shaky, too.  "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah--Connie knocked a book off the table.  Cats are nocturnal,
remember?"

"Yeah.  I'm just glad dad's not awake," he said, with a mixture
of fear and relief.  "Pete--do you think we can watch some TV?"

"No," I said, turning to face him.  I put my hands on his
shoulders, and turned him around.  "Now, little boy, you march
upstairs and do everything I say."  This was the most aggressive
I'd ever been with Todd.

Todd hated to be called 'little boy,' but his silence was very
encouraging.  Either he was too tired to defend himself, or he
was getting into the spirit of the game.

"Ok, Pete, ok," Todd said quietly, with a new submissive tone to
his voice.

"Not enough respect," I said, coolly.  "Drop down and give me
twenty."

I knew twenty pushups would be a stretch for the little guy, but
Todd dutifully did them all, straining and moaning cutely on the
last four or five.  He was out of breath.

"One, more," I said, placing both hands on his back, pressing
down to add weight.

"Yes, sir," Todd said meekly.  I was hoping he wasn't just in the
spirit of the game--that he had some notion of pleasing me--but
that was too much to hope for.

The poor kid did his best, but could not overcome the force of my
hands, pressing down on his back.  Before Todd could say
anything, I put my body on top of his, pinning him down, and with
my dick pressing against his cute little butt.  Too bad he had
briefs on, I thought, but then realized I probably wouldn't be
doing this if Todd and I were both naked.

Todd's ear was to the floor.  My face was next to his mouth, and
I felt the sweet, hot breath of his exertion.

"I give," Todd said, after I pressed myself harder against him.

"Not good enough," I said, slapping him very hard through his
thin briefs, and watching the reaction in his tight butt-cheeks.

"Ahhh!  Ow!" he said in pain, but I thought I heard a sexual
tone, too.

"Don't be wimpy, boy.  Get marching upstairs, like I said."

Todd silently obeyed.

When we got to my room, I noticed his big wet spot.  The dark red
circle in his briefs gave Todd a special, sexy look.  I wondered
if the living room rug had a wet spot, too.

"Did I wear you out?" I asked.

"No."

Todd just stared at me and took off his little red briefs.  'The
cheeky, little shit!' I thought.  That thought was quickly
replaced with, 'Oh, God, he's fuckin' beautiful!'  For a moment,
I couldn't breathe.  He tossed the briefs.  They were so wet in
the front, they made an audible plop as they hit the floor.  I
was seeing my brother hard for the first time.

A string of his precum hung from his beautiful bouncing dick,
which was longer, thicker than I thought it would be.  It was
whiter, smoother-looking than mine, as if nature went out of its
way to make sure that his younger penis would definitely have a
special look of 'newness.'  The head flared out just the right
amount, and the soft colors and proportions of my brother's dick
were perfect.

My eyes took it all in, then returned to his precum.  That was
Todd's precum--my little brother's precum--and I wanted it.  It
had no business being wasted dropping to the floor.

My mind snapped back to reality, even though my body was still
frozen, staring at Todd.  'My God,' I thought, ignoring a whole
bunch of things, including his erection, 'he's just getting
undressed.  If he figures out why I'm staring, the fun is over.'
But my brother somehow seemed frozen in time, too.

Todd's dick throbbed, and mine throbbed with his--our cocks
pulsing in matching rhythms.

I couldn't read Todd's expression, but he had to know my eyes
were burning into his body, especially his gorgeous penis--a dick
to be admired--for size, hardness, and sharpness of upward angle.
Also to be admired for the beautiful boy it was attached to.

My mind alternated between not wanting Todd to know my desires,
and wanting to pounce on him.  My heart was beating so hard, I
thought I could hear it.  'Maybe he's reading me.  Maybe he's
figured all this out . . . Maybe I should just lunge at him.'
But I didn't.  I knelt down and reached under my bed for some CDs
that I kept there.  But, deep down, I knew why I was suddenly on
my knees.

Then, there was that same moment as before, with my heart
pounding in my throat, my eyes suddenly locked on Todd's, my
mouth open--wanting to speak, with no words coming out.  And my
mind desperately flying back and forth between two opposites--
wanting to hide, and wanting to jump his bones.

"It's ok," Todd said--the sudden sound scaring me out of my wits,
"I know.  You, um, I mean, Pete--" he continued, stammering and
making no sense, as he took a step toward me, bringing his
beautiful bone within reach.

My mind snapped to a decision and I brought my sweet little
brother to me, reaching my arms behind his legs and his butt, and
pulling him in.  His body, the perfection of a Greek statue--the
most beautiful boy Athens had ever seen.  I pushed myself
forward, closing the gap between us.  My fingers sizzled on his
hot skin, and the blood flowed inside me like never before.

My mouth could barely contain the fullness of his hot, hard
flesh, nor the instant fountain of cum that blasted out of it.

"Uhhh," my brother moaned sensuously, over and over--sounding so
desperate, groaning mindlessly in his sexy, little-boy voice.

Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com.  I'm dying to write the
next chapter, but I'd really love your feedback, first.
Thanks.   --Pete

I know it's monotonous, but I'll keep posting this notice at the
end of a chapter--hoping you'll all write me a note.  :-)
RYTE A NOWT.

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