Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 10:42:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler <tobyt_yler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brother Sucker Chapter 1

Brother Sucker

By

Toby Tyler


The story is completely fiction. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal to
read it, leave now. If you liked my story, I'd love to hear from you. You
can email me at Tobyt_yler@yahoo.com, and please remember to mention the
title of the story in the subject line.


Chapter 1


I couldn't figure out for the life of me why Erik would want to go back
to sharing a bedroom with me. I was ten going on eleven and he was
sixteen going on seventeen when this story took place. We slept in bunk
beds when we were little, but when he turned fourteen we stopped sharing
the room; the parents had decided to convert part of the basement into a
room for him, which he had decorated with lots of cool blacklight
posters. He also had a nice stereo and a little mini refrigerator down
there. It was an awesome room, and he could bring his friends and
girlfriends down there for hours without the parents bothering him.

I still slept upstairs in our old bedroom, on the bottom bunk of the bunk
bed. The parents were so cheap, they wouldn't get new wallpaper for my
room. It still had the crappy Noddy In Toyland wallpaper that I had
picked out when I was four. What was worse was that my parents wouldn't
even get me a new coat rack -- the old one I had was shaped like a
cartoon moose. You hung your coats from the antlers. I was embarrassed to
bring my friends to my room.  All the cool stuff was in Erik's room
downstairs.

The first thing I'd see as I crept down the stairs to visit Erik was the
big St. Pauli Girl poster on his bedroom door. It was a poster of some
waitress with huge tits and overflowing mugs of beer. Above it, a sign.
Keep Out, This Means You!

Usually I did keep out. Especially when Erik was with his friends or his
latest girlfriend. Once the parents were out and Erik was supposed to be
babysitting me. I went down to Erik's room to bother him for something
and I accidentally caught him with his girl; she had her t-shirt off and
I saw her tits for a split second. Boy, did he yell at me as he slammed
the door!

After the girl went home, Erik cornered me in the living room. "Jody, I
told you to fuckin' knock!" he shouted. I could tell he wasn't really
too mad, but he was having fun making me think he was mad. "I'm gonna
get you for that!" he shouted. I tried to hide under the sofa. He pulled
me out. I didn't resist too much. I knew he wasn't really going to hurt
me. I think he was secretly pleased that I had caught him and his girl.
I'm sure he wanted me to think he was a big stud, and was a bit proud of
himself.

"What should I do to you now?"

"Lemme go!"

"I gotta punish you for coming into my room without knocking! Maybe a
nice wedgie will do the trick!" He was grinning now. I was sure he
wasn't that angry anymore.

"No wedgie!"

"Yes wedgie, Jody! It's time for the Wedgie Wagon!" By this time Erik
had me face down on the floor with my hands behind my back. I struggled
halfheartedly. Ever since my brother had started dating girls, he seemed
to have no time to play with me anymore. I missed his company so much I
even enjoyed a little of the roughhousing he was about to give me.

"Here come the Wedgiemobile!" And with that I felt him yanking my
underwear up, getting uncomfortably tight around my balls and wedging
itself up between my butt cheeks.

"Argh!" I yelped. "Stop!" I promise I won't go into your room
without knocking ever again!"

"You promise?"

"Promise!"

"Cross your heart and hope to die?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die! Lemme go now!"

"But wait, there's more!" Erik exclaimed gleefully. He turned me round
onto my back. Then he sat on my face. "It's Fartmeister time! You like
the Fartmeister, Jody?"

"No Fartmeister!"

Erik could be a real pig when he wanted to be. The Fartmeister was one of
his favorites. Needless to say, the Fartmeister basically involved Erik
sitting on my face and farting for an extended period of time. He'd be
sure to position himself so my nose would be pressed deep into his ass,
and I'd have to inhale every stinky fart through his jeans.

Sometimes I didn't mind it. Farts don't always smell bad. I liked the
way my own farts smelled, and after years of playing Fartmeister I had
sort of become a connaisseur of my brother's farts. I always pretended
to dislike Fartmeister, and made a big show of struggling as my brother
pushed his ass to my face, but I secretly liked the warmth of his butt on
my face and the stink of his farts. If he knew I enjoyed it, he'd
probably stop doing it to me.

At least he didn't want to play Snot Fair. Snot Fair was also pretty
much self-explanatory. He'd pin me down on the carpet with my face in
his crotch, holding my head in a vice grip between his knees as he'd
proceed to pick his nose and force me to eat his boogers. That was
usually pretty awful. He had such big, nasty slimy boogers. If I
wouldn't open my mouth he would hold my nose until I did, drop the snot
onto my tongue, then hold my mouth shut until I swallowed it. After he
had done this to me enough times, I realized it was useless to struggle,
and I usually just lay there with my mouth open wide. He'd stick his
finger in his nose really deep and wipe his snots on my tongue. Much like
with Fartmeister, I was slowly starting to appreciate the taste of my
brother's snot. But I still didn't like the way he humiliated me.

So there I was, with my face buried in my brother's ass crack, inhaling
the aroma of his nasty farts. I found myself getting hard, which
sometimes happened during Fartmeister episodes. The not-very-helpful sex
education book my parents gave me had reassured me that `erections'
could happen anytime `like when riding a bike or a horse", and that was
normal.  I often got erections when my brother was sitting on my face. I
think he noticed it, but he never said anything.

Then Erik lifted his ass from my face a little. "Hey Jody, if you tell
me how much you love smelling my farts I'll let you go!" he laughed
wickedly.

"No!"

"Say it, Jody, or you'll get a double helping of Fartmeister and a side
order of Snot Fair!"

"No!" Maybe I really wanted a little more Fartmeister. And Snot Fair
wouldn't be too bad right about now, I thought. It was just nice to have
Erik paying some attention to me.

"Say you love my farts, Jody! Tell me what a dirty little fart sniffer
you are!"

"Get the fuck offa me!"

"Allright, you asked for it! Now it's time for Bareassed Fartmeister!"

It seemed like Erik had come up with a new twist on the old Fartmeister
game. He wiggled his ass around on my face as he unbuttoned and unzipped
his fly. Then he lifted himself off of my face so he could slide his
jeans down a little bit. Now his white jockey shorts were in my face,
with a faint brown skidmark right in front of my nose. I got a whiff of
the dried shit on my brother's underwear before he slid them down.

"Okay, Jody," Erik said, "you got one last chance to tell me you love
my farts, or else you're gonna get the bareassed version!"

I actually wanted to see if Erik was actually going to do what he had
threatened. His funky brown hole was just an inch away from my nose. It
was the closest I had ever been to another person's asshole. It was
brown and puckered, and there was some curly black hair growing around
it. It actually didn't smell as shitty as I thought it would. It smelled
kind of musky and sweaty, like a wild animal. Now I was really hard by
this time. I couldn't believe what my brother was going to do.

It was funny to watch Erik's asshole pucker up as it let out a noisy
fart. It looked a little like a volcano letting off steam. Then he
lowered his ass onto my face again so my nose was right up against the
hole. I breathed in the sweaty muskiness as he farted again. This time it
went directly into my nostrils, and the blast was a bit more potent.

"Okay, lemme go now!" I shouted, my voice muffled by Erik's ass
pressed against my face.

"You ain't goin' nowhere until you tell me how much you love my
farts!"

Fine, I thought. If this was the way he wanted it, I'd tell him what he
wanted to hear.

"I love smelling your farts, Erik! Now lemme go!"

"Say you're a dirty little fart sniffer, Jody!"

"I'm a dirty little fart sniffer!"

"Now thank me for letting you sniff my farts!"

"Thank you for letting me sniff your farts!"

"Now tell me you wanna play Snot Fair!"

"I wanna play Snot Fair with you, Erik!"

"How do we play Snot Fair, Jody?"

"You know how! You do it to me all the time!"

"Yeah, but I wanna hear you tell me what we do."

"You pick your nose and feed me your boogers."

"You really want me to do that?"

"Come on, Erik, just let me go!"

"Say it, Jody! Tell me you want it."

"I want it!"

"You want what?"

This was going to go on forever unless I told Erik exactly what he wanted
to hear. "I want you to feed me your boogers!"

"How do my boogers taste?"

"Yummy." My dick was getting harder and harder, but also getting tired
of Erik's ass on my face. "Look, can we just play Snot Fair now?"

"You gotta say please!"

"Allright. Please, Erik, can we play Snot Fair now?"

"Well, I don't really feel like it, but I guess if you really want to
we can."

What an asshole, I thought as Erik turned around, sat on my chest and
began feeding me the snots from his finger.

I knew that some of my friends had older brothers who did rotten things
to them, but I figured mine must be the worst. Still, I never told my
friends about Fartmeister or Snot Fair. It was something I was way too
embarrassed to admit to anyone.

But my brother was nice to me sometimes. He'd let me hang out in his
room with him sometimes. We'd listen to David Bowie or Black Sabbath on
his stereo with the lights turned off and the blacklight on, giving his
posters a creepy glow. And he knew where the parents hid the key to the
liquor cabinet. When he was babysitting me sometimes he'd let me have a
little Jack Daniels and Coke when we were hanging out in his room.
Sometimes he'd show me his girlie magazines.

So he had the coolest room in the basement all to himself, and I was
surprised when I woke up one night to see Erik carrying a pillow,
climbing to the top bunk.

"Erik, what the hell are you doing? It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm sleeping with you again. Now go to sleep."

"Why? Are you scared to be alone in the basement?"

"No, I'm not scared! I just, um, don't want to sleep down there
anymore. Now go to sleep."

The bunk bed squeaked and rattled as he tossed and turned in bed. Erik
wasn't making it easy for me to sleep.

Since I was smaller, I should have slept on the top bunk, but I was
afraid of rolling over in my sleep and falling out of bed. So Erik always
slept on top. Sometimes I would wake up to hear the top bunk squeaking
for a while, and then it would stop. When that happened I figured that
Erik must have been dreaming or something. I wondered what he was
dreaming about that made him rattle around so much.

Little did I know that sleeping with my brother again was going to be
different now that he was a teenager. A lot different.

To Be Continued