Date: Tue, 1 May 2012 14:11:10 -0400
From: A Le <writera.le@gmail.com>
Subject: My Older Brother Part 2

This is an incest story about two brothers. There is a lot of story to it
so if you're looking for a quick sex story; this is not the story for
you. But if you like a good story with hot steamy sex, this is the story
for you. Enjoy!

The next day I woke alone in my bed, wondering if it had all been a
dream. But my ass was sore and I had bruises on my hips, so I knew that
Ryan had been in my bed last night. It was late, nearly noon, and I
stretched slowly, feeling the pleasant ache throughout my limbs. I had
never been fucked before, never thought I would like it, but I did. It felt
amazing. My cock was hard just thinking about the way that Ryan had thrust
inside me so good and hard.

I got out of bed and went to take a shower. I started washing my hair
slowly, my eyes closed, and still thinking about the previous night. Who
knew Ryan had ever wanted me this way? I just couldn't believe how happy I
was. In the midst of fantasizing about my brother, the door came open to
the bathroom and then the shower curtain pushed open. When I opened my eyes
Ryan was standing there, smiling as he looked me over.

"Morning little brother.' He said and I suddenly turned dark red,
completely embarrassed at how I'd behaved last night. My arms came down
slowly and I just looked at him a little, nervous and unsure how to act.

Ryan seemed to sense this and he smiled a little more, "its okay little
boy, don't be embarrassed." He reached out, his fingers stroking down my
side so very gently. I felt a little bit of relief, and then a little more
as his fingers roamed, stroking down my belly, down that fine line of hair
that swirled around my navel and on down to my crotch. I had a nice soft
little nest of brown pubes, and his fingers stroked through them slowly.

His touch had me shivering and I just kept staring at him. This was
happening. This was really happening. "Ryan..." I started, my voice
catching a little. But he interrupted me right away. "No. What are you
supposed to call me Jackie?"

"Daddy." I whispered. "I'm supposed to call you daddy.'

"That's right Jackie. You call me Daddy. Such a good little boy you are."
He purred the words to me, his fingers stroking my cock now nice, slow,
long strokes that had me panting and my cock swelling painfully hard.

"Daddy please." I whimpered as he kept stroking and my head fell back, my
breath quickening in excitement. He knew just how to touch me, just how to
stroke me. His hand was wrapped fully around my cock now, really jerking
it, and my thighs quivered. I knew I wasn't going to last but another
moment and he seemed to know it, too. He reached down with his other hand
and cupped my big balls, squeezing and massaging them. "Daddy!"

Ryan chuckled so softly, watching my face the entire time. "That's a good
little boy, give daddy your cum, let me have it." He didn't have to tell me
twice! A second later I shot a huge morning load of hot sticky cum all over
my brother's hand and up my own stomach and chest. It felt so fucking good,
and left me breathless. I braced a hand to the wall and stood there
panting, my eyes staring at Ryan.

He lifted his cum covered hand up to my mouth and I quickly started to lick
his fingers clean, tasting my own cum. It was good, and I licked until his
hand was completely clean. Ryan reached over and stroked my wet hair
gently. "Good little boy. As long as you do as you're told, you're going to
be so happy here. You want to be happy don't you Jackie?"

"Yes daddy, I want to be happy." I replied, not finding this so strange
anymore. It felt, well, it felt really good! I wasn't alone anymore, I had
Ryan, and he was going to take care of me! It made me feel so happy.

"Alright little boy, finish your shower and then come downstairs, naked. I
have a surprise for you." And with that Ryan left the bathroom.

I watched him go, so surprised at this. I loved my brother so much; I never
had realized what a great man he was, what a strong, confident man he
was. But now that I knew, I was so happy I'd found out. I finished up my
shower quick as I could. Once done, I dried off, combed my hair, brushed my
teeth, and naked, I headed down stairs to the first level.

When I was halfway down the stairs though, I stopped, my eyes widening a
little and I quickly reached down to cover my crotch with my hands. In the
middle of the room was one of those massage tables, and a woman standing
there, messing with some items on a tray at the side of the table. "Oh." I
said quietly, unsure.

Ryan saw me from where he was relaxing on the couch and waved his hand at
me, "Come here Jackie. And put your arms at your sides you don't cover your
pretty little boy cock, that's rude."

His voice sounded a little different , and I realized he was reprimanding
me. It made me turn red again, but I quickly dropped my arms to my sides. I
moved the rest of the way down the stairs and over to Ryan. He pulled me
down onto the couch next to him.

"This is Elise. She's my personal massage therapist. She's amazing. And
she's going to help us with a little problem that you have."

I was watching her, and when he said her name the blond woman smiled over
at me warmly, then went back to whatever she was doing. She wasn't anything
special, just average looking, short, with soft blond hair and green
eyes. I smiled at her shyly and then looked up at Ryan. "What problem do I
have?"

"That's not how you speak to me little boy. Try again."

I cleared my throat a little, glancing at Elise then back to him, "What
problem do I have, daddy?"

Ryan smiled at me, pleased, and that made me smile right back up to him,
happy that I'd done it right, just the way he wanted.

"The problem is that you're covered in hair, and I can't have a little baby
boy covered in hair. Only men have hair on their bodies, and you're not a
man, are you? You're just a little baby boy."

I blinked a little, surprised to hear this. But I found that I was nodding
in agreement with Ryan, not even questioning his words. "Yes daddy."

"Good boy." He stroked my hair lightly and then Elise came forward.

"Okay baby Jackie, up on the table, on your back first." And I climbed up
onto the table, lay down, and let out a soft sigh.

Ryan stood up and held my hand, smiling down at me, stroking my forehead
gently. "Good boy, now don't be scared, daddy is right here with you. This
is going to hurt but afterwards Elise will rub you down with nice soft oil
to make you feel better, alright?"

"Okay Daddy." I said quietly, and he was right. It did hurt! That woman
started waxing my body, and she waxed everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. My
arms, my legs, my chest, my stomach, under my arms, my face, my ass, the
crack of my ass, my balls, my cock, everywhere. By the time she was done an
hour or so later, my entire body was red and burning and I'd actually cried
a little when she waxed my cock and balls. But daddy was there the whole
time, holding my hand telling me how good I did, and that made me lay there
like a good boy.

"Beautiful>" Ryan said, smiling as he looked me over. Inspecting her
work. She'd done an amazing job. "Rub him down now Elise."

The woman smiled, glad that Ryan was pleased, and soon she was rubbing my
entire body in soothing oil that felt so good. My skin felt so alive!
Without all that hair there to get in the way, it felt amazing. "Thank you
Elise."

She smiled at me, gently rubbing my cock and balls in her hands, easing the
oil into the skin. "You're welcome baby Jackie."

Hearing her call me that, and the way she was rubbing that oil in, had my
cock hard in a matter of seconds. I turned red and looked at Ryan quickly.

"The little boy gets so excited so quickly." He teased me and I flushed all
over again. "I'm sorry daddy." I said, embarrassed. He just laughed, and
patted me gently. "It's okay baby boy."

After Elise was done rubbing me down, I felt really good. My body was slick
and hairless now, and it looked really good. I started to sit up to get off
the table, but Ryan pushed me down. "Now now, not just yet."

I didn't know what he was up to now, but when I saw, I was mortified. He
had pulled out a diaper, and he was lifting my legs, `That's it, move your
legs back. Let me get this on you. We can't have any accidents now, can
we?" He looked at me, seriously, and I lifted my legs for him, so
mortified. He was putting a diaper on me! This was going too far. It was
too much. I'd gone along with everything so far, but this?

"Ryan please, don't. I don't want that on, I don't need it. Please."

But instead of answering me, he grabbed hold of my ankles in one hand and
lifted my legs up even higher. Suddenly I felt his huge hand smack down
upon my slick ass cheeks. It was hard, and it stung! "Ow!" I cried, and he
started spanking me nice and hard, his hand was relentless and soon I was
squirming on the table, whimpering and crying out, and he kept spanking me
until both my sweet round ass cheeks were dark red.

"The little boy isn't allowed to question daddy. Do you understand? You do
as you're told, or you get punished. Do you want another punishment?" he
asked me.

I was shaking from the spanking, and I quickly shook my head no. "No daddy,
no please no." the attack had left me so damn surprised, I hadn't expected
it at all. And now I lay there shaken.

"Good boy." He said quietly and then he put that diaper on me like he'd
planned on doing the entire time. And worse of all of this, was that Elise
had been sitting on the couch, watching the entire thing, because I was
still laying on her table. Before I knew it, I had a diaper on my newly
waxed body, and Ryan was lifting me off the table. "Good boy." He said
again and he stood me on my feet for a moment. "Get on your hands and
knees."

I didn't argue at that, didn't even think to argue. I quickly sank down to
my hands and knees, and knelt there quietly. Elise stood up and was getting
the rest of her things together. I watched her give Ryan a kiss to the
cheek, tell him she'd see him next week, and she let herself out. When she
was gone, Ryan sat back down on the couch.

I just knelt there quietly, looking at his feet, feeling embarrassed,
feeling hurt, feeling turned on. I had no idea what was going on, but I was
liking it. A lot.

After some time of just the quiet, Ryan finally spoke. "Let's go over the
house rules." I looked up at him and he smiled down at me gently.

"Little boys only crawl in this house unless told otherwise. Little boys
only eat what they are given. Little boys wear diapers so there aren't any
accidents. Little boys are not allowed to touch their cocks, ever. Little
boys get punished when they are bad. Little boys get used by anyone and
everyone that daddy sees fit. Little boys don't talk unless told to. Little
boys don't get a say in anything, the adults are in charge. Little boys
aren't allowed to wear clothes. Little boys will be loved, and taken care
of. Do you think these are fair rules?"

I listened to every rule that he listed out, and with each one he said, I
realized that my life was about to drastically change. I was going to be
Ryan's little baby boy, and he was going to take care of me. I felt so
lucky, and I felt so loved! I smiled up at him when he was done and nodded
my head quickly. "Yes daddy, those are fair rules."

And so began my new life with my big brother.


Comments welcome. Part 3 coming soon.