Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2015 02:11:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <ad4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Bro and His Big Bubble

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*****

I stood in the bathroom doorway, as naked as him, eyes traveling over his
athletic body, always returning to that big, rounded bubble ass. An amazing
set of globes on him, one that he'd always had, that only improved as he
got older. He looked over, saw me staring at it, fixated, groping my big,
still half-hard dick, rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Sooner or later, you'll have to stop ogling it, right?" he chuckled.

"I've been staring at that fucking thing for over a decade, bro," I
replied, giving him a wink. "Why stop now?"

He laughed again, then raised up on the balls of his feet, arching his back
subtly. The effect was anything but subtle, as those big, beautiful cheeks
dimpled deeply and flexed. The moan he got from me in reply seemed to
please him, and as he saw me step towards him, he grabbed the edge of the
vanity and bent over a little more, inviting me in closer. So I obliged,
dropping to my knees on the bathmat behind him, running my hands
appreciatively over the solid, fleshy curves of him.

The rest of his body was great too, all lean, trim and firm-muscled from
years of running. He'd been a track star in high school, continued it
through college, and now did it for fitness and pleasure, and it all showed
in that great tight body, and most of all his bodacious butt. He'd told me
last night, as I fondled it idly while we talked after our first session
together, that he'd always just thought of it as big. Not exactly a feature
to showcase. It wasn't until I'd confessed to him yesterday afternoon, as
we made out sweatily on his couch, how I'd been fixated on it since I was
12, at least, that it wasn't just a feature - it was possibly the main
attraction. How his beautiful, bulging ass had been making his baby brother
hard as fuck since I could remember. The taboo fantasies I'd had ever
since, getting deeper and more intense as I'd started to learn about just
how many things you could do with an ass like that, all the many different
ways to show you appreciated it.

I had a nice ass, one that he certainly enjoyed fondling, exploring,
spreading apart to lick and tease and finally sink his big, hard brother
cock into. But not in the same outrageous way he did. I was built more
solidly than him, thicker, more footballer than runner, and the contrasts
played beautifully against each other when we pressed together, swept up in
heated, taboo brother lust, sweating on each other as we kissed hungrily,
hands roving over hard muscles, finally free to openly explore one another,
and our shared incestuous kinks.

Eating his sexy big brother bubble was one of mine, and I showed him now,
even more heatedly than I'd done for the first time last night, when I'd
lapped and licked and probed his tight, lightly-haired ring so intently,
I'd nearly made him cum all over his pillows. I buried my face between his
cheeks now, feeling him squeeze them playfully together as I did, and gave
that ass a friendly, encouraging smack, loving that slight jiggle through
the meaty cheek. Licked up and down his sweaty crack, tasting his salt, his
musk, the lingering traces of my cum from when he'd let me fuck my big
young cock up and down between those globes - not inside him, not yet, but
between those cheeks. Playing out a fantasy I'd had since my early teens,
one I'd shot buckets, possibly literal gallons of cum thinking of over the
years.

My big brother moaned, leaned even further over the sink, spreading wider
as I opened him back up again. Using my big, thick, wet tongue like a cock
on him, fucking him slowly with it, then hard and fast, trying to get to
that pleasure spot inside him. Digging real deep, giving it my all, all
those kind of BS motivators Coach used to drill into us back in
school. Motivating me now in ways that big lug could never possibly have
imagined, as I administered the best rimjob I'd ever given to my own
brother. Feeling his muscles clench and quiver, the constant soundtrack of
lusty moans from above, the way he reached back and pulled my buzzcut head
even deeper into him, mashing my face joyfully into his cleft, making him
moan my name throatily.

My spit was starting to leak down the tight muscles of his inner thighs,
dripping into the bathmat under us, and as I grabbed those powerful globes
with both my big, strong hands, squeezed tight and probed inside his musky
hole as deeply as I could, feeling his bud quiver under the merciless
onslaught of my tongue, I achieved my goal. Heard his moans go up a notch
in pitch and intensity, the shake of his body, the thick, heavy splat of
his cum spurting out, all over the sink and mirror in front of him. When I
finally surfaced, sliding up his body, caressing his firm pecs and abs and
nuzzling his neck, I felt him press that amazing ass back against my big,
throbbing cock. Subtly grind against it. I kissed his neck, his jaw, his
cheek, and he growled hungrily into my mouth when our lips met, savoring
his own intimate taste on my lips and tongue as we hungrily, sloppily,
greedily made out.

"Come on, little brother," he grunted huskily, grabbing my hand and
dragging me back into his bedroom. "I think it's time to let you get inside
this big ass of mine, you hot little fucker."

The 12-year-old inside me jumped for joy, and I would have too, but I
didn't have a minute to waste. It was time to fuck my big bro and that
beautiful, bodacious rump of his.