Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 07:25:13 -0700
From: furman2006 <furman2006@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Big Brother's Chores Part One

Disclaimer:  I am of legal age to view sexually explicit material and
you should be to. This is a work of fiction, none of it really happened
so no kids were harmed in real life. It is one thing to read stories and
fantasize but please never break the law or be unsafe in real life! This
(fictional) story takes place beginning in early 2002 when I was 12
years old.

Big Brother's Chores

Hello, my name is Jason and I live in Central New England (1.5 hour
drive from Boston) in  a small house in a quiet rural town. Despite the
fact that we are within driving distance of any city in New England or
even New York, our little town is quite unspoiled. As you enter the town
you travel along a winding road lined on both sides by quiet woodlands,
old stone walls, ponds and the occasional Deer or Turkey. Our downtown
consists of a town green, a couple of municipal buildings over 200 years
old and some old white colonial houses from the 1700s.

Everyone knows everyone.

My family is made up of myself, my Big Brother, our mother and our
father. We have two absolutely terrific dogs. I have just turned 12 and
still have not gotten over the new sensations of jacking off and cumming
for the first few times. My older brother is 17 and a half, he is always
bitching about the lack of privacy. Once I walked into his bedroom
without knocking and he was jacking off. His dick was HUGE!

After lunch one Saturday when my parents were out to the store Jacob, my
brother came into the computer room.

"Hey Jason."
"Hi Jacob."
"Jason, you need to do your chores. You've got laundry, dishes and you
need to vac the dinning room floor. If mom and dad get back and you're
not done there'll be hell about it." Jacob said. I was pissed, he was
clearly just trying to get me off the computer so he could play games
himself.

"Jacob, its not fair. I always have to wait for you to finish your
homework before I can play games on the computer, the one day I get to
play and you want me to work. You suck." I said, I was fed up. He knew
that there was nothing I hated more than doing the dishes and laundry.
Its just such a pain, I'd rather do almost anything. "Jacob, what if we
shared the workload?" I asked as nicely as I could, we'd been down this
road before.

"No way. Mom and dad said that you have to do those chores. Besides I
already did my chores." Jacob said. He was sneering at me, his chores
were simply to feed the dogs and put them outside.

"Jacob, please!" I pleaded my heart out but there was no budging him. We
were not lazy boys but for some reason doing chores always seemed like
the worst possible thing to me. So I went about vacuuming the floors
upstairs. When I caught a glimpse of the kitchen I could have cried. The
sink was overflowing, and every counter top was stacked a foot high. The
dishes would take my whole Saturday. I walked down to the basement,
where we have our bedrooms and the computer room that is between them.
As I reached the door I called out to my brother. Opening the door I saw
a flurry of movement and realized I had caught my brother online
downloading porn. I had just started doing that too so I knew exactly
what he was up to sitting naked in the chair with a shirt hastily thrown
over his crotch.

"Ha HA, looks like you can't get off today, I need you're help." I
thought maybe I could make him help out since there were so many dishes.

"Fuck OFF! Get out of here, I could use a little privacy." Jacob said as
I folded my arms. "Jason I'm serious, I really need this, its been
days." He wasn't kidding, he'd just lost his girl friend and she was a
total bitch. After the trash-talking she'd done about Jacob he had no
hopes of getting a girl anytime soon. With the guests we'd had all week
I would not doubt that he hasn't been able to cum in almost a week. I
knew because I was going crazy too and to be honest I was planning on
using the computer today for the very same task.

"Jacob, just come up and help me for an hour and then come back down." I
was trying to reason with him.
"No Jason. I'll come up in a couple of hours, I just need a fun day if
you know what I mean. Tell you what, once I get the first one off I will
help you for a while." I was floored, this was the first time he'd ever
been reasonable like this. He must have really wanted to get me out of
the room. I went up stairs and tried to wash a few dishes but I suck so
bad at it that I had to redo half of them, plus I hate putting my hands
under the water when its too hot so I go wicked slow.

After a few minutes I went downstairs to see what was stalling Jacob. I
cracked the door slightly to spy on him. He was sitting at the computer,
dick in the air but only half hard. I watched, fascinated as he stroked
it, pulled on it and tugged at his balls. Something wasn't right. Like
he couldn't get enthusiastic. I could see the porno playing on the
screen but it just didn't seem to be doing it for him. I walked in.

"Shit, Jason. Don't you knock? Well, its officially out in the open now,
spose there's no reason in covering." Jacob said with a sigh. He seemed
relieved that he no longer had to keep up the pretense of always being
proper. His guard was really down, I could tell just by his face and
voice. "Jason, sorry I'm taking so long...I just can't seem to-um. Well
I-aaa." He was struggling with his words so I helped.

"Its just not working today?" A asked.

"Yeah, Christ. You think I've been spoiled by having a slut at my beck
and call? Miranda was as loose as they come and I haven needed to jack
in ages. Its almost like I HAVE to have a live body now, ya know?"
Jacobs expression was a mix of lust-fill need-to-bust-a-nut crazyness
and defeat. Almost without thinking, as I turned to walk to the door I
said:
"Well, if there's anything I can do call me..." I reached for the door
and heard a whistle. When I turned around Jacob was facing me still
sitting in the chair. One hand on his now rock-hard monster cock and the
other hand beckoning. I froze. Froze still. My 3 inch dick went
instantly hard, but then it would do that if the wind blew in the right
direction, I was mortified.

"Cum on, you said it. I don't know why but its got me so friggin hot
little Bro!" Jacob had a shit-eatin grin. It was like his Eureka, like I
was the answer that had been eluding him. I must have had quite a look
on my face cause he winked at me like he always does when he wants me to
calm down and go along with one of his crazy schemes. Problem is, I
always do.

"Jason, it's gonna take two seconds and then I can help do--no I will
COMPLETELY DO your chores." Now I was really floored. Not only did he
want me to jack him off but he would assume my chores. They'd be HIS
chores now. Does that make taking care of big brother my chore?

What a sight we would have been. Two brothers-me with my short
dirty-blond hair (with a hint of red) parted to the side, square frame
glasses wearing nothing but sweatpants sporting a three inch bulge and a
tiny tight behind. At 12 years old my butt was small and slightly
square, not much cushion 'back there' but it was right in line with the
rest of my body. At 12 I never played sports but was always extremely
thin and hairless everywhere but my head. The family joked that I was so
thin, a paper cut might go right through to the other side, the thickest
part of my torso was only as thick as an orange is wide. Of course I was
not boney, or sickly. I was thin, smooth and you could say looked lean
but everything looked good on me that way. I was a little short for my
age but not my much.

Jacob was a little bit of an athlete. He wrestled for his high school
team and had a slightly muscled physique but too muscular, just enough
to keep in in good shape, and much stronger than me. At 17 and a half he
had even blue-er eyes than me, his sparkled with the light. His hair was
bright blond, almost gold and kept very short and in the front it
pointed up to make a clean-cut line. He was a full head taller than me,
and his frame was fuller than my with his slight muscles. What really
got me was the mammoth log jutting straight up in his crotch. Without
measuring I'd say 8.5 or 9.0 inches easily and thick around. Big perfect
mushroom head, cause we both have 'cut' dicks. His ballsack was pulled
tight into a ball because of the cold January air. I couldn't see
Jacob's ass because he was sitting but I've seen it a couple of times
before. His ass is slightly muscled like the rest of his body and juts
out like a hard muscular bubble with dimples.

I must have been in a trance cause I don't remember walking across the
room. I don't even remember deciding to reach out and wrap a hand around
his tool, but there my hand was. Jacob let out a hearty laugh when I
ripped my hand off and said "Yuck" trying to shake the precum off my
hand.

"See Jason, real men don't need lube, we make it." Jacob pointed to his
dick and I noticed it was soaked with slick goo. Jacob grabbed my hand
pulled it in and licked some precum off.

"Ughh! You're a sick bastard. How can you eat that?" I thought I was
repulsed but I suddenly had the urge to do the same, and I did. It
wasn't bad, actually it tasted okay and the texture was soo cool, not
like anything else. I smiled and Jacob winked. Thrusting his hips upward
and motioning with this hands I knew what he wanted. "It won't hurt me
will it?" I asked.

"Nonsense! Girls love it and I've seen most of the guys do it in the
lockerroom before games to take the edge off." Jacob said. It was all I
needed to hear. I knelt down between his knees in front of this chair.

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