Date: Thu, 05 Apr 2007 12:15:18 -0600
From: L B <mntdewlove69@hotmail.com>
Subject: My brother made me Ch. 1

This is a fictional story containing sex between teenage
brothers. If you are not interested or shouldn't be reading
this, then you shouldn't continue reading. It is to be read
in the privacy of your own home and should not be shown to
minors. You should be of legal age in the area in which you
live to read this story.
Please feel free to email me with comments since this is my
first story.  Please use the title of the story for the
subject, so I won't delete it.  Email me @
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                     My Brother Made Me

Chapter One


....I think Mark and Derek are going to enjoy this too!"


2 hours before.

        I (Landon) am not going to sit here and tell you
that life is unfair, however, being the youngest child with
an older brother pretty much sucks (in more ways than one).
It wasn't always like that, just once my brother hit
puberty, which that was three years ago.  You see my brother
(Dylan 16 yrs old) is now a sophomore in high school and
pretty much the shit at school already.  I guess it doesn't
hurt that he is 6'2, 175lb, blond hair with blue eyes, and
like no body fat what so ever. Almost forgot, he is the
starting third baseman for his school's baseball team and
reigning state champs.  I mean the fucker can do no wrong!
I know I sound like a whiney little bitch right now, but
you'll soon understand why.  Let me just clarify something
up first, I am just as athletic as he is.  I've been playing
soccer for like 8 years, and now at the age of 14, I'm
pretty fucking good.  I have been on the under 16 select
team for two years now.  And in the looks department, I am
just as good looking as Dylan.  I stand 5'10", 135lb, brown
hair, and the same blue eyes as my brother.  Now that we got
that out of the way, lets get to why my brother has been an
asshole to me for the past three years.

Like I said, once puberty hit, Dylan changed into such a
different person.  Dylan hit puberty at the age of 13, which
would have made me 11.  It seemed once he saw his first
curly hair, he stopped being a kid, and thought he was too
old to play GI Joe's with his kid brother.  He started to
get mean towards me and was always calling me a little
fucking kid and baby.  I could've dealt with the verbal
abuse, but everyone once in a while a blow to the head or
shoulder and I was down on the ground crying, while he stood
over me laughing and calling me a baby.  I probably should
have told my parents, but that would have just pissed Dylan
off more; so I just took this type of punishment for the
next three years.  It wasn't until his sophomore year that
the punishments changed for the worse.  Dylan had always
date girls since the eighth grade, but it wasn't until his
sophomore year that things started to get more physical
(sexual) with the girls and me.  It always seemed that if
Dylan didn't have a girl over, he had his two fucking lecher
friends, Mark and Derek, over talking about girls.  Since
our parents didn't get home until 6 or 7 at night, Dylan
took advantage of this regularly after his practices or
during the off-season.  I've had to listen to Dylan fuck
girl after girl for about month, but today was different.
Today was the day that changed everything.  I was seating in
the living having a protein shake and watching SportCenter
when in walked Dylan and some girl named Susie.  Dylan went
into the kitchen to fetch them something to drink and Susie
headed towards me.  She started to talk to me, but before
she could say anything Dylan walked in and said, "Don't talk
to him, he's a pussy."  "Fuck you!" I shouted back.  Next
thing I knew came the hand of Dylan on the back of my head.
"Fucker!" was the only thing I could do.  So up stairs went
Dylan and his next victim, Susie.  Just like I had done a
million times before it seemed, I went up to the top of the
stairs to listen in on the fuck fest I was sure was about to
happen.  I know what you're thinking, but come on, you can't
blame me, and I'm a horny 14 year-old boy.  I know it's my
brother and all who is doing the fucking, but I try and
imagine that it's two complete strangers who I've just
happened to stumble upon them doing the nasty.  It usually
works, and most of the time I end up blowing a nice wad in
my hand and then run downstairs to the bathroom to wash up.
However, on this day once I got to the top of the stairs,
the noises were not the same, it sounded more like arguing.
"Why do you have to be such an asshole to him all the time?"
complained Susie.  "Can we just drop it," replied my
brother.  "Stop it!" demanded Susie. "I'm fucking out of
here."  All the sudden my brother's door flew open, and
Susie was making her way towards me on the stairs.  I
quickly jumped up, as Susie made her way past me.  Dylan
came running out with his shirt off and pants unbuckled, I
couldn't help the grin that was forming on my face as he
struggled to caught up to her and apologize, "Come on Susie,
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." It didn't work, and with a
"Whatever!" and a slam of the door Susie was gone.

       My brother just stood there by the door all
dumbfounded as to what just aspired.  You think with all the
abuse I've dealt with for the past three years I would have
known better, but something inside me couldn't resist, and
the next thing I knew a voice filled with sarcasm spoke, "Oh
did poor Dylan get the shaft. What happened couldn't get it
up?" I started to laugh when Dylan turned to face me.  "You
little fucker, it's all your fault!"  Dylan took the stairs
two at a time and grabbed my by the shirt and pulled me into
his room.

"Fucking let me go!" I shouted. He released me, and when I
looked up I could see the hate and red in my brother's eyes.
He turned to face the mirror on the wall, his muscles all-
bulging from having dragged me into his room.  His pants
were still unbuckled and some sweat ran down his smooth
chest.  Looking into the mirror he finally spoke.

 "It's all your fault..." he replied again.  "..And since it
is your fault that Susie is not here sucking my fat cock,
you are going to pay!"

I was on the floor leaning against my brother's bed, not
aware of what he had in store for me.  He slowly turned to
face me, and for the first time I was staring at my
brother's body all ripped with hatred.  The rest of his
torso was as smooth as his chest except for the happy trail
that made its way down his V-shaped waist and into his
pants.  A little smug smile made its way upon Dylan's face.

"Wh--What do you mean?" was all I could muster.

He said it again this time all coy, "It's all your fault,
and since it is your fault that Susie is not here sucking my
fat cock, you are going to pay."  The whole time he repeated
this statement he was kneading his crotch and looking into
my eyes. Once it dawned on me what my brother had in mind, I
immediately freaked out.

"You're fucking nuts! There is no fucking way!"

He just laughed at me and said, "As if you even have a
choice in the matter." And with that, he grabbed my hair and
pulled my face into his jean-covered crotch.  Grinding his
hips back and forth.  I could smell his aroma just pouring
out of his jeans, all the while his cock started to grow.  I
kept trying to fight my way out of this predicament I found
myself in.

"Stop flailing your fucking arms around and hold still. I'm
only going to say this once little bro, so you better as
well listen carefully.  You can keep fighting all you want,
but THIS is going to happen whether you like it not.  So
that being said, just relax, sit there with your little
mouth open, and take my cock."

He released my hair only so he could step out of his jeans.
I couldn't help but look up at my brother now, who was
standing there in his A&F boxer briefs.  The light from his
bedroom made his muscles and body look tighter than ever.  I
found myself looking at his bulge, which was right in front
of me now.

"Come on Dylan, I'll do anything else. I'll...I'll do your
chores for a month! Please."

Dylan just laughed and moved closer to me.  Again he grabbed
my hair and brought my face to his crotch, grinding his
growing cock on my face.  "Mmmmmm... ." Dylan moaned,
"Little bro's getting me all hard and shit." I was going to
speak, but with his crotch in my face, it would have done no
good.  Dylan stopped grinding my face and while looking down
at me, he began to rub his thumb on my lips.  "Open your
mouth little bro," he demanded.  When I didn't respond.  He
pulled his arm back and.... WHACK! He made contact with the
back of my head.  "I'm not asking you fuck head, I'm telling
you!"  This time when I began to speak, he jammed his thumb
into my mouth.  I choked a little bit out of sheer
amazement.  Dylan starting playing with mouth and telling me
to suck his thumb like a Popsicle.  Since I knew there was
nothing for me to do, I obeyed my brother and started
sucking his thumb.  While I sucked on this thumb, Dylan
continued to play with his cock through his brief.  After
what seemed like an hour of sucking his thumb, Dylan exited
my mouth a big POP! He stripped off the briefs and stared
into my eyes and said, "You ready for my dick little bro?"
His thick, hard seven-and-half inch member was now throbbing
and pointing straight-ahead, right at my face.  With a moan
and squeeze, a little drop of pre-cum formed on the end of
his cock. Dylan told me to come and get it, to lick his pre-
cum off the head of his fat cock.  I couldn't move. All I
could do was gawk at my brother's cock.  It looked fucking
amazing to me. All hard and fat. I was the first dick I had
seen up close other than my own, and it just seem to beg me
to slip it into my hot mouth.  I was so scared as to what
would happen if I did take his cock in my mouth.  Would I be
able to suck it without gagging or getting sick? Would I
enjoying it and become a fag? Would I have to swallow my
brother's...Just then Dylan's voice brought me out of my
daydream.   "Bro, stop staring at it and just slide it into
that wet mouth of yours.  Don't make me force you!"  That
last statement brought me back to the harsh reality.  I,
Landon Johnson, was about to suck my older brother's junk. I
placed my left hand around the thick base of my brother's
cock and slow brought my mouth towards it.  The heat coming
off his cock made my mouth water.  His pre-cum started to
drip alone the purple head, and with that I engulfed the
head of my brother's cock.  My brother moaned in response to
my action.  I began to circle my tongue around the head,
getting the rest of the pre-cum off.  To my surprise it
didn't taste that bad.  In fact his juices tasted sweet, all
most like honey.  His moans continued and they seemed to egg
me on.  It was as if they were encouraging me to continue
the wonderful job I had started.  I took more of his cock
into my mouth.  Getting about only half way down before I
needed to come up for air.  While catching my breath, I let
my tongue explore the whole length of his shaft, and the
oval shaped golf balls hanging low.  Again moans crept out
from my brother's mouth.

"That's it... Lan,.. lick...that
fat...cock...Oh...God! Yeah...put those...balls
into your mouth. You're...fucking doing
an...awesome job."

I again placed his cock into the realm of my
mouth.  Slurping up and down.  I started to get
a nice little rhythm going, when I felt my
brother's hand glide to the back of my head.  He
didn't push harder; he just simply rested his
hand there, and slowly began moving his hips
forward.  This caused more his cock to penetrate
my mouth even further.  I remained on my knees
as my brother's cock attacked my mouth in and
out, I felt it begin to expand in my mouth, and
I knew for jacking off what was about to happen.

"Don't fucking move a muscle.  If you move, I'm
going to blow, and I'm not done with your hot
mouth yet."

So for the next minute or so my brother and I
stood motionless, with his cock resting in my
mouth.

Finally he took the monster out of my mouth and
went to his bed. He got on his back with his
head resting on the pillows, and his pole rising
higher than ever from his midsection.  He
ordered me to get in between his legs and finish
him off.  As I made my way back up, I couldn't
help but take in how my brother looked lying on
his bed all naked and stiff.  His solid, smooth
body glistened with sweat.  I started exploring
his body with my hands, running them along his
firm legs and up towards his six back abs.  Next
I found his nickel sized nipples, and gave them
a quick pinch. Moans poured out of my brother's
mouth as if he was lost for words, but finally
he spoke.

"Stop teasing me little bro'. I want to feel
that hot mouth of yours on my cock again."

The calm way he said those words made me want
to please him, to make him cum.  So I hungrily
devoured his cock, bobbing up and down with both
my mouth and my left hand, while my right played
with his balls.  Every now and then I would just
suck on the larger than life head.  Again
tasting the sweat nectar.  I wasn't sure how
much longer my jaws could last, so I picked up
my speed.  This caused my brother to become for
vocal,

"Oh...fuck! YEAH...suck my fat COCK...you little
BITCH!  That's right... take it in... you little
FAG!"

The next thing I knew I was on my back with my
brother's body hovering over me, while he
pounded his cock in and out of my mouth.  This
assault on my mouth last for another five
minutes or so until finally my brother couldn't
take any longer.

"Oh fuck.. little bro'.. I'm goin' fucking
blow... yeah keep sucking...here it comes...here
it comes...SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTT...FUCK..FUCK...FUCK!!!
!!!!!"

And with that, my brother took his cock out of
my mouth, spraying his load all over my face.
His cum was so warm it freaked me out.  He
continued to linger over my face, milking all
the juices he could out of his man-cock.  I just
lying there, not knowing what to do or say, when
I felt my brother's hand grab and head full of
hair and force his milked cock back into my
mouth.

"Lick my cock clean!" was all he said.

I was surprised it didn't taste weird or salty
from all that cum that poured out.  Again moans
escaped my brother's mouth.  His cock started to
respond to my cleaning treatment, and with in
seconds he was hard as before.  But this time I
didn't finish him off.  He took his hard member
out of my mouth and slapped me with it.
"Fuck... you can't get enough of me can you?" he
said laughing as he climbed off me.

I sat up and couldn't help but stare at his
incredible body.  I was in one of my trances
when I hear him speak.

"Get the FUCK out of my room, cock-sucker!"

Over come with humiliation (and cum), I got up
as fast as I could, quickly making my way to the
door, but not before his final remarks.  From
these remarks I knew my live was never going to
be the same again.

"Hey little bro'....I think Mark and Derek are
going to enjoy this too!"