Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 17:01:55 -0500
From: Mikey Mark <michael78983@gmail.com>
Subject: Brother Trouble - Part 1

This is a story about two teenaged brothers growing up (gay-incest-highschool)


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      "BROTHER TROUBLE" - Part 1

   by Mikey Mark


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As any guy who ever grew up with an older brother can tell you, life can
suck being a younger brother.

Growing up with a guy who is always a bit older, bigger and stronger than
you when you are just a skinny little kid can be a bit rough. My brother
was definitely 'old school'. He believed that God created little brothers
for the purpose of being bullied by older brothers. And my father, despite
some odd reputation for being a 'liberal baby boomer' kind of guy, actually
volunteered for the Air Force back in the late 1960's when everyone else
was burning draft cards. So dad was definitely old school as well. And that
meant that when my brother got caught brutalizing or beating his younger
brother (me) in some cruel or sadistic way, my father would simply dismiss
the whole episode as nothing more than 'boys will be boys'. I'd suffer the
bruises and my brother could get away with murder. I learned early that
sometimes, life just wasn't fair.

My brother did all the typical 'older brother' type stuff to me. He loved
to do practical jokes, pranks and tricks - while I was always the object or
victim. As kids, my brother liked to shove sand or gravel down pants. He
seemed to find that game particularly fun. One time he and his buddy Trevor
pinned me down and managed to get a few dozen ants into my pants, just for
the fun of it. After that, I got more ants and even some beetles a few
times and any other variety of bug that my brother happened to catch and I
was nearby. I also got tickled until I my stomach hurt from laughing so
hard and I begged for mercy. I got teased, tickled, taunted, tied up and so
many 'wedgies' I was afraid to turn my back on my brother at any time. I
even got hung up with a wedgie and left dangling there a foot off the
ground while my brother and his friends laughed their heads off and made
fun of me. I got pantsed in shopping malls and stripped in public parks and
hotels, tossed into mud puddles, wet ditches and even pushed inside a sewer
pipe, all compliments of my older brother.

 Doing chores with my older brother was a joke. If we were alone, that
meant I did all the work and he 'supervised'. If I didn't do it right, or
fast enough, he threaten to smack me upside the head. Given that we lived
in the same house, it was impossible to ever hide from him, so I was simply
doomed right from the start since he was always going to be three years
older than I was and therefore always that much bigger and stronger.

 My brother was a jock. He had a great body, lean and muscular. He was on
the track team at school. He also played hockey ever since he was a little
kid and when he was fifteen, he joined the wrestling team at school and
began to use me for practice at home. I got tossed, thrown, flipped, pinned
and tackled so many times I couldn't count them. If I foolishly objected to
any of this, I got slapped, punched, pounded, beaten, bruised and/or
battered into submission. If I complained to my parents, my father, if he
didn't dismiss the matter out of hand, would decree that I needed to
'toughen up and learn to take it like a man'. If I pushed the issue, I'd
usually end up getting punished for something - grounded at the very least
or threatened with a belt on my ass if I didn't shut up.

 As kids my brother and I shared a bedroom sleeping in bunk-beds. When I
was twelve we moved to a larger house in a nicer neighborhood and my
brother and I each got our own bedrooms. We had our own private bathroom
located like a small hallway between our two bedrooms. I could not escape
my brother, but having my own bedroom was a hundred times better than
sharing a bunk-bed with my brother.

 Everything started to change when I turned thirteen. Basically, I started
going through puberty. My dick started sprouting little wispy hairs,
hormones started raging and I was getting boners fifty times a day. I guess
I started acting a bit weird. My older brother always seemed to notice when
I got an unexpected boner while we were on some family outing with the
parents. It was like he just knew. He would always tease me and try to make
things worse for me. I'd try to think about math or our grandfather's
funeral to make my erection go away, but my brother would whisper in my ear
about 'tits' and 'sloppy wet pussies' and how 'that hot chick wants to suck
my cock' or he would ask me how my boner felt or how long was it since I'd
last jerked off. It was crazy. I have light fair skin like my mother and so
I blush easily when I was embarrassed.

 Living so closely together and sharing a bathroom with my brother meant
that he knew all about my small cock and how self-conscious I was about it.
It was impossible to hide when we used the same shower, one after the other
almost every morning before school (though I certainly tried to keep my
modesty, it was impossible). My dick had always been small growing up, but
I was just a kid back then and that never seemed to matter very much. But
now that I had turned thirteen years old and was growing a few pubic hairs
and shooting cum when I jerked off, the small size of my cock really
started to bother me. I knew I was still young and it would probably
(hopefully!) still grow more in the future, but it was like three inches
fully hard the first time I measured it just after my thirteenth birthday.
I'd seen some other boys my own age and they always had a bigger one than
me. My middle school sex ed classes said the average penis size was six
inches. I wasn't even close.

 My brother of course had a big one and he was never shy about showing it
off. I could only dream that my cock would grow that big when I was
sixteen, but my brother shot down that dream when he told me that his cock
was already way bigger than mine was when he was my age. He started to
tease me about the size of my cock and started to call me 'babydick' and
'babybro' instead of the usual 'little bro' or 'little pervert'.

 Our parents usually hung out in the front room of the house watching the
big tv, while us boys usually ended up in the small tv room at the back of
the house. One evening, while sitting curled up at one end of the couch
watching tv with my brother, he yawned and stretched himself out, and then
turned and lifted one of his legs up onto the couch. I was sitting kind of
facing him with my knees drawn up. His foot was laying between my legs. I
wasn't sure what to do about it, so I ignored it and tried to focus on the
movie we were watching. It didn't work. My initial instincts when my
brother's foot came near my crotch was to close my knees tight and brace
myself for pain, but when that didn't happen, I gradually relaxed - and
felt the heat of his sock foot touching the inside of my leg. Then his toes
started moving around - closer to my crotch.

 My brother knew what he was doing. It was no accident that his foot was
where it was. He always knew what he was doing. My dick responded
immediately. He pretended to ignore me and continued watching the movie. As
I felt the heat of his foot between my legs and my cock was getting hard
and needing some room, I just had to sit back and spread my legs a bit.
That was all Kev needed. His socked foot pressed directly against the
crotch of my jeans and started to slowly rub the bulge of my boner with his
foot like he was jerking me off. It felt incredible. I instinctively
started to protest and thought to move away, but I didn't. I was paralyzed
with indecision. Fight or flight?

 My cock was rock hard. I instinctively started to squirm around under the
pressure of his foot on my crotch. It felt really good. It didn't take long
at all. I felt those orgasmic tingles in my toes and spreading fast. I
tried desperately to hold a straight face as I felt my cum squirting off
inside my underwear - and the warm wetness as it soaked into the soft
cotton material of my underwear around my cock. It felt so good.

 My brother just laughed at me. He knew I just squirted a load of cum in my
underwear. I was terribly embarrassed about it and blushing furiously. I
felt totally confused. On the one hand, it felt incredibly hot and exciting
to cum from the actions of another person instead of my own hand, on the
other, it was so weird and super embarrassing to get off on my brother's
foot and to shoot my cum so fast. My brother's foot was still laying there
between my legs, casually resting against my crotch. I just sat there
staring at it. His white sock was actually a bit dirty and smelled like
he'd been wearing them for a couple of days. That was typical of my brother.

"You are a complete little pervert little brother!"

 With that, my brother pulled his foot way, got up from the couch and
headed out back to smoke a cigarette. Our parents made him smoke outside. I
used the opportunity to slip upstairs to our bathroom to peel off my wet
underwear before the cum had the time to dry there, getting all stuck. I
put my underwear in the sink and gave them a good soaking. It certainly
wasn't the first time I'd squirted a load of cum in my undies, but it
definitely was the first time it involved another person, let alone my
brother's foot! I put on a fresh pair of underwear and my pajamas and then
went back to the sink to rinse them out. My brother came in while I was
doing this and just laughed at me.

 "Not only are you a little pervert little brother, but you are totally
pathetic!"

 I cringed at his insults, but I was certainly used to them. Once my undies
were rinsed and wrung, I put them in the laundry hamper. I had been doing
that for a while. I figured I ought to rinse out the evidence of my
cum-stained underwear from my mother doing the laundry. It was bad enough
being embarrassed by the regular marks and stains in my underwear without
them being all crusted up with loads of my dried out cum. I can't imagine
that my mother would pay that close attention - or be too shocked, but
still, I was very self conscious and wanted to hide the evidence anyway.

 After I went to bed, I immediately started to think about what just
happened in the tv room and my dick got hard again. I had to jerk off
before going to sleep. It didn't take long - it never did. A few strokes of
my cock was all it took. All I could think about was a big socked foot as I
shot another load of hot sperm. I wished I could make that feeling last
longer. I had a kleenex close at hand to clean up with and then went to
sleep happy but still feeling a bit weird about what happened with my
brother.

 About a week after the incident in the tv room, we were out having dinner
at a restaurant with our parents. We sat at a table which was like a booth
with benches, with my parents on one side and my brother and I on the
other. Just after we ordered and while we were waiting for our food to
arrive, my brother casually reached down and put his hand on my leg. His
hand was warm and his grip was firm. Then he slowly moved his hand up
towards my crotch. My cock was rock hard by the time his hand got there.
Surprise, surprise. My dick could go from completely soft to full hard in a
matter of seconds.

 The feeling was intense and I was having a hard time keeping a straight
face in front of my parents. It all happened so fast. My brother's hand
slid over my crotch and got a grip on my raging boner and held it there for
just a few seconds. That was enough. The tingle of pins and needles started
in my toes and moved quickly up my legs. I closed my eyes and bit my lower
lip as the orgasmic wave flowed across the rest of my body and then
concentrated itself in my cock and I felt warm wet sperm erupting inside my
underwear. My brother had removed his hand and was chatting with our
parents as if nothing happened. The whole episode took about 30 seconds
from start to finish. Neither of our parents seemed to notice anything at
all.

 Sitting in the backseat of the car leaving the restaurant, my brother
whispered in my ear, "I'll bet you've got a mess in your undies little bro"
and laughed at me. I tried to deny it, but he just laughed some more. He
followed me into our bathroom when we got home and continued to tease me
about it for the rest of the evening - calling me a little pervert and
telling me that I had "premature ejaculation" issues. I didn't even know
what that was.

 From then on, my brother rarely wasted any opportunity to make fun of me
or make me squirt in my underwear. It was really annoying, but also kind of
fun and it did feel good to shoot cum without my own hand being the source.
My sexual outlets were rather limited at that time of my life so I took
what I could get.

 One day our parents had some people from the church in for tea on a sunday
afternoon and so they sent my brother and I off to the movies to be out of
the way. The local theater multiplex was at the mall so we walked through
the shopping mall to get there. My brother stopped in front of some sexy
lingerie shop to admire the window display, so I stood there with him.

 "See that pair of panties right there on the left."

 I looked where my brother pointed. "You mean those pink ones?"

 "Yeah, that's the pair. I think you'd look really hot and sexy wearing
those!"

 My jaw dropped. I was literally shocked and more than a bit freaked out. I
turned my back and started walking away towards the theater. I couldn't
trust my own voice right then and I had no clue what to say to him. I can't
imagine why I was blushing like that. My brother was laughing as usual.
Just another one of his jokes.

 Luckily the theater wasn't very busy so we just walked right in, got
popcorn and drinks and went inside. I usually liked to sit up near the
front at the theater, but my brother dragged me off toward the back rows
and a dark corner. I think it might have been Jurassic Park or something
like that, but we had already seen it and were just killing time on our
parent's orders. The movie had been out a while which was why the theater
was more than half empty.

 Anyway, sitting in the back corner where it was dark, I thought for sure
my brother was going to give me a boner and make me squirt. It was a
perfect set-up for it. About halfway into the movie, I felt his hand on my
leg. I was waiting for it and got hard immediately. Then he removed his
hand and leaned over close and whispered in my ear.

 "Pull it out. I want to see your little cock."

 Oh wow. It felt like the temperature just cranked up a dozen degrees.
Likewise with my heartbeat and breathing rate. When he put his hand back on
my leg I nearly jumped out of my seat. But my dick was still hard as a
rock. I couldn't pull out my cock sitting there in the movie theater. It
was totally and completely insane. The more I thought about it, the more I
considered it absolutely impossible and completely refused, risking my
brother's wrath.

 "Just do it."

 He squeezed my leg for encouragement. Jeez. I had zero willpower. My
brother just knew how to push all my buttons. I felt helpless. I felt like
I had no choice at all. It seemed like my brother had some strange power
over me because despite my total objection and refusal, I found my hand was
slowly reaching down and undoing my own zipper and pulling out my cock
through the open fly of my pants. I had never been so excited or so
terrified in my life.

 Because my dick was small, I had a terrible fear of being seen naked in
public. Kevin knew this of course. He knew everything about me. My cock was
hard as a rock and stood up straight out the fly of my jeans. I was very
proud of myself for doing this daring thing and looked over at my brother
for his approval. It wasn't like my brother hadn't seen my dick a thousand
times already, but this was sitting in a big movie theater with people all
around us. It took a lot of guts on my part to actually pull it out like
that.

 "It is so small I can barely even see it poking out of your fly."

 I suppose I should have expected that. Luckily we were in a dark theater
so no one could see me practically overcome with tears. I just sat there
looking down at my lap, wishing my cock would magically grow bigger.

 "I wonder what might happen if I were to move my hand up your leg like
this."

 I suppose it was meant to be a rhetorical question. Kevin knew perfectly
well what would happen when he did that. I started squirming around as his
hand slid ever closer. My cock was straining in my lap and trying to climb
out of my open pants. I bit my lower lip and tried to keep quiet. The urge
to moan out loud was overwhelming. Thankfully there was no one around us in
the theater. Everyone seemed to be watching the movie.

 With one finger Kevin slowly caressed my raging boner. That's freakin' all
it took! When an orgasm hits me, my body goes all tense and my cock starts
doing spasms and squirting. Except this time my cock was pointing straight
upwards and so I squirted all over my t-shirt. The first squirt actually
hit me in the chin - I'd never shot that hard before. Luckily I picked up
serviettes with the popcorn and so I was able to do some cleaning up. My
brother seemed to enjoy the game since he was actually pretty nice to me
afterward. I guess it was kind of like a bonding experience.

 Thanksgiving dinner involved our parents hosting a dozen relatives and
in-laws for a feast. Sitting at a table in a restaurant with your parents
and squirting a load in my undies was one thing, but I had the unique
pleasure of sitting at a table in our own dining room, staring at my ugly
aunt and uncle and their two nasty little brats stuffing their faces with
turkey and gravy while I squirted a load of hot teen cum in my underwear -
compliments of my dear brother Kevin. He actually did it to me a second
time while we sat there waiting for desert. I had two loads of gooey cum,
plus who knows how much precum in my underwear by the end of it all. It all
seemed so weird and embarrassing - but at the same time, it always felt so
damn good!

 Wrestling practice with my brother started to get real crazy. It was all
pretty much the same old game as before - I was practically just a punching
bag. My brother was close to six feet tall and had about forty or fifty
pounds on me. I was barely five and half feet tall and skinny. He would
grab me and toss me around like a sack of potatoes. He would do all kinds
of holds on me, arm-locks and leg-locks that would hurt like hell. And I'd
always get a boner. The more my brother rough-handed me, the harder my cock
got. I didn't understand it at all. It was crazy. And of course he'd notice
it. He'd call me a fag or pervert for getting a boner from wrestling with
him. If I denied that my cock was hard, he'd just pin me down and pull down
my pants and say "then what's this?" so it was best not to go there.

 Eventually, most wrestling matches and boyish horseplay resulted in my
brother pinning me face down on the ground and sitting on my ass. To win,
he had to flip me over on my back and pin my shoulders and I'd always do my
best to squirm out of his hold. Despite his superior size and strength, I
was more flexible and quick, so I was sometimes able get away. Anyway, one
day there I was laying there, face down on the carpet, with a raging
hard-on, as always when I wrestled with my brother, and my brother was
laying on top of me, pinning my arms to the ground. He then started to hump
my ass real slowly, like he was pretending to prepare a move to flip me
over - but he didn't do that. He just laid there humping my ass - with my
own rock hard cock grinding against the carpet underneath me until I was
moaning and squirming around with an approaching orgasm.

 I always tried to keep it quiet as possible, but Kevin could always tell
when it was going to happen and I was going to squirt in my underwear.
Given the fact that I was all of thirteen years old, and I wasn't exactly
well known for my sexual stamina to begin with, it took about thirty
seconds for me to start twitching and tingling all over and squirt yet
another hot load of teen sperm inside my underwear.

 What was weird about all this stuff happening with my brother is that it
didn't really seem to be all that sexual. We never actually did anything
specifically sexual and he never touched me without my clothes on. It was
all just boyish horseplay and teasing. My brother seemed to be just picking
on me the same way he had always done in the past. I think he liked making
me squirt in my underwear just because it was so easy to do and caused me
such distress. It took very little effort on his part and usually very
little time. If my cock was full hard to begin with, I could always cum in
under 30 seconds easy. It didn't take much to put me over - especially when
it was my brother doing it. If my brother was involved, it would sometimes
surprise me how fast my orgasm could pop up so fast. It seemed to me that I
really did have a case of premature ejaculation (I looked it up) and my
brother found that to be an endless source of amusement - like I was some
toy to play with.

 The really weird thing that confused me was that the more my brother
teased me, or picked on me, or pushed me around, or made me do his chores
around the house, the more I got turned on by him. He was very alpha like
our dad. He looked like our dad too - tall, dark, athletic and handsome. I
took after my mother's side of the family - blond hair with smooth and fair
skin. So I when I jerked off laying in my bed at night, all I could think
about was how I could get my brother to let me suck his big cock. I knew it
was big because I'd seen it many times - both soft and hard. I dreamed that
mine would be as big when I was his age, even though I knew it would
probably never happen.

 Kevin continued to tease me while sitting in restaurants, especially when
my parents were around. He was fearless and daring in what he'd do - or
make me do! Our family also traveled quite a bit because my father worked
for an airline company and so we had some free passes. Airplanes, hotels
and vacations in general, always made my brother act more wild than usual -
it was like when when he was stuck with the family, I would became his only
source of amusement and entertainment. Flying on an airplane, or a long car
ride with my brother became like some extended restaurant game. My brother
would try to see how many times he could make me squirt in my underwear. It
would be nasty to have to peel my cock and pube hairs away from the dried
cum encrusted cotton material of my underwear after sitting for several
hours in a car or airplane - especially after shooting a couple loads in
there. And my brother had a particular passion for locking me out of hotel
rooms - either naked or in my underwear. For me, family vacations were
always a mixture of heaven and hell. I never knew what to expect from him.

 Sometimes Kevin was so cool and friendly and really nice to me. Other
times he was fun and playful, wrestling and teasing me. But other times he
was nasty and rough with me like you wouldn't believe. That year on our
annual family trip to the Caribbean during spring break was a mild form of
torture. I was so hoping for the opportunity to get something going with my
brother that year - everything seemed perfect for it. Except two days after
we arrived, my brother met some very pretty eighteen year old girl and
spent the rest of our vacation with her, leaving me almost entirely alone.
Not even sharing a king-size bed for a week nor dozens of restaurant meals
could tempt my brother into even the mildest of playful teasing. He was off
on some cloud and I got jealous of that bitch he was spending all his time
with.

 I was so incredibly horny that I tried my best to get Kevin's interest. I
decided to let Kevin catch me jerking off in our hotel room figuring that
might get something going. I did it in the bathroom and left the door wide
open. I did it laying in bed watching tv. I did it when we got changed to
go out for dinner. I did it every morning and every night in bed. I always
pretended to be surprised, shocked, guilty and apologetic when he 'caught'
me, but it didn't do any good. He just laughed and sneered at the size of
my little cock and called me a pathetic little pervert for jerking off so
much.

 Just to ensure that my vacation was totally ruined, my brother removed the
drawstring out of my swim suit. If I didn't hold on to them all the time,
they'd slide off me - especially when swimming in the ocean with the waves.
It was so embarrassing for me that I spent like two hours threading a long
shoe-lace back into one pair at night so I could tie them up. It was a
really tedious and very slow process. In the morning, Kevin just pulled the
string back out again so very easily. I practically cried as he laughed at
me.

 It was of course super hot and sunny and perfect weather for the beach and
swimming. Our whole vacation was filled with sport activities on the water.
We went windsurfing, riding sea-doos, snorkel diving, scuba diving, you
name it. I spent all of my time desperately trying to prevent my bathing
suit from slipping down low or sliding right off completely in the water. I
failed quite a few times and my brother certainly enjoyed it. Our wind-surf
instructor thought it was almost as funny as my brother did. Even my dad
had a good laugh about it as well as countless hotel guests at the pool or
various random people at the beach.

 Anyway, after a few months of this crazy stuff with my older brother
Kevin, I really started to get into it. I was a chronic masturbation
addict, doing it at least twice a day, sometimes three or four times. Up
until that then, all I could think about was my own hard cock. It was like
I was exploring what I could do with it (small as it was). But now I
stopped thinking so much about my own little cock all the time and started
thinking about sucking my brother's big cock.

 When we got back from vacation I resolved to step up my game. Kevin was
teasing and toying with me and making me squirt in my underwear and
embarrassing me whenever he could. I needed some way to get him under my
control and hopefully, his cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck his cock and
I hoped that might make him be not so mean to me all the time. But I needed
to find a way to make that happen.

 Kevin already had a steady girlfriend, so I thought about maybe
blackmailing him about the hot girl he met on our vacation, but I didn't
have any incriminating pictures to make that work. I knew Kevin wasn't
getting much sex from his girlfriend because he complained about exactly
that fact on several occasions, so I figured he had to be pretty horny. I
was spying on him at home as much as I could and near as I could tell, he
didn't seem to jerk off nearly as often or as regularly as I did.

 Neither of us ever bothered to close the bathroom doors between our
bedrooms, so late at night, or early in the morning, I would sneak into the
bathroom and laying low on the ground, I'd peek inside his bedroom. His bed
was parallel to my line of sight, so if he was jerking it, I could see it
in profile - or often as not, just his sheet moving up and down in a
rhythmic pattern that showed that he was jerking off, even if I couldn't
actually see his hand or his cock or even his face. Just knowing that my
brother was jerking off in bed so close to me that I could see his arm
moving got me so incredibly turned on that I had to fight with myself in
order to retreat to my own bed or the shower before daring to touch my
cock.

 By the time I turned fourteen years old, I was jerking off at least three
times a day, often more. I was always so horny it drove me crazy. My little
cock was now a full four inches long. Woopie. Kevin kept teasing me,
tormenting me, tricking me, making me do his chores and always teasing me
about the size of my cock. Same old stuff. He especially kept up the game
of making me squirt in my underwear - especially after he caught me rinsing
out my undies in the bathroom sink. He thought that was totally hilarious.
But I couldn't figure out how to turn it all into something more. My
brother was already ragging me, calling me a fag and a little pervert all
the time, so I wasn't really sure what he'd do if I tried to suck his cock
or if he freak out and beat the crap out of me. It was a real dilemma for
me given that I was jerking off almost every night thinking about sucking
my brother's cock. I wanted it but I didn't know how to get it.

 I eventually got up the nerve to make a move on Kevin when we were
wrestling together. Wrestling with my brother always gave me a boner, but
this time I tried to give Kevin a boner. I grabbed at his crotch a few
times until I got a good grip on it and then I started rubbing it like he
often did to me. I could feel his cock get hard.

 "What the fuck?!"

 My brother swatted my hands away and looked like he was going to kill me.
He let me escape his hold and I ran off to my bedroom to hide and await his
wrath, but strangely enough, he just ignored me. I couldn't figure my
brother out. He just confused me like that. One minute he's nice to me, the
next minute he's teasing my cock and the next minute he's threatening to
beat the crap out of me, and I never know the how or why of any of it.

 Then one day our great aunt died. It didn't really mean much to me or my
brother because we barely knew her. But my parents knew her well and so
they flew off to the west coast for the funeral. They flew out on Friday
morning and would be back on Monday. Kevin and I were alone for the
weekend. It wasn't anything particularly unusual. We had often been left
alone like that when my parents flew off for some weekend getaway -
unfortunately, that left my older brother in charge and that was always
dangerous.

 This particular weekend turned out to be a fateful one, though I didn't
know it or expect it. I was still trying to figure a way to get my brother
somehow, thinking maybe I could get him drunk while our parents were away -
that certainly seemed possible. But my brother had other ideas. I got home
late that Friday afternoon because I had soccer practice after school. It
seemed that was the only sport that I was any good at. My brother was home
already. He seemed particularly charming and friendly which put me off
guard, though it should have made me suspicious. He asked me if I would
practice a new magic trick with him. I said sure. He'd always been into
magic tricks and I'd practiced many of them with him over the years.

 Next thing I know, he's tying my hands behind my back, telling me it is
all part of the trick. I really didn't suspect anything until my hands were
firmly bound and my brother was grinning at me with that evil way of his.
He then led me down to the basement. I kept asking about the magic trick
but he just laughed. In the basement, he led me over to one of the solid
metal support columns and pushed me up against it. He then used a couple of
leather belts to secure my feet and waist around the post which was set in
the concrete floor. I kept asking him what the hell he was doing but he
didn't answer me and either laughed or smirked at me. I really didn't like
where this was going.

 So I stood there, with my hands tied behind my back and bound to the
pillar. My seventeen year old brother was up to something but I had no idea
what. He left the basement and then returned with a lawn-chair and set that
near the column I was tied to. He sad down and made himself comfortable. He
had gotten himself a can of beer and lit up a cigarette. He just sat there
as I kept up the questions about what the heck was going on and why was I
all tied up?

 I struggled and squirmed around, trying to get loose. I was always pretty
good at that, but this time the knot was too tight. Of course, all that
squirming and struggling around against my bonds just gave me a boner. Ever
since I was a kid, being tied up always seemed to give me a boner. And if
there was anyone in the world who that fact about me - it was my older
brother. He just grinned at me.

 When his cigarette and beer were finished, he stood up in front of me and
started to pinch my nipples. He had discovered that pinching and twisting
my nipples got me hard - heck, I never knew this until he started doing it.
It drove me crazy in a really weird way. The sensation was so amazing - it
was painful, but I liked it. It was like it made my dick twitch. And my
cock was already hard, so I was getting pretty turned on by this - whatever
my brother was up to.

 "So little brother, I think it is time for you to tell the truth about
some things"

 What? I really didn't see this coming. I still didn't know what was going
on, but I definitely didn't like it. Kevin used one finger to touch the
outline of my raging hard-on inside my soccer shorts. My nipples were erect
and I was horny as all hell. Being tied up with my brother teasing me like
that was so fucking hot.

 "And you owe me big time after blabbing and getting me caught for skipping
school. Dad whipped my ass with his belt because of that."

 I told him that wasn't my fault - again. I'd already told him a million
times. He didn't believe me or didn't care. It happened a month before
then, but he kept mentioning it to me. Mom caught me out with some tricky
questions. I didn't even know Kevin was skipping school that day, but she
figured it out herself - and Kevin blamed me for it no matter what I said.

 I asked him what he wanted to know the truth about, but he just evaded my
questions and continued to tease me. He alternated his attention between a
few brief and gentle touches of my erection and pinching and teasing my
nipples. He did it just enough to make me squirm around but not enough to
get me to squirt in my underwear like he usually did to me when things were
like this. But this time was different. Kevin could tell when I was getting
close and then he'd stop what he was doing and would talk to me instead.

 "So little brother, explain to me why do you always get an erection when
we practice wrestling?"

 I didn't know how to answer that question. Heck, I didn't know why my dick
got hard. It was just something that happened. I tried to explain that to
Kevin but he just laughed.

 "Or how about you tell me how long have you been spying on me? Are you
going to deny that?"

 This was going from bad to worse. I really didn't think he'd ever seen or
heard me spying on him. I had always been so careful about it, but I was
wrong. I figured it was time to plead the 5th and shut up, but my brother
wasn't one for constitutional dodges. If I didn't answer the question, he'd
twist my nipples and tease my cock until I was on the edge of an orgasm -
and then stop. Then he'd take a break, walk away for a while, leaving me
there all tied up and then come back a while later and ask the same
questions. I normally jerked off after-school everyday. My body was
accustomed to that regular schedule. I was like two hours overdue and my
dick knew it. Right then, my cock was harder than it had ever been in my
life and I wanted to cum so bad - but Kevin just continued to ask me those
brutally embarrassing questions and teasing my nipples.

 I'd been down there tied up in the basement for so long that my stomach
was now growling with hunger. It was past time for dinner, but my brother
didn't seem to care. He was on his second or third beer already.

 "Well little brother, I think you are a fag. I think you are a total and
complete pervert and I think you want to suck my cock."

 I was speechless. What could I say to all that?

 "That blush on your face little brother says it all. You are so guilty."

 With that, my brother pinched my nipples a few more times. Always just
quick and brief movements, just enough to tease me and keep me on the edge
but not enough to put me over (and that never took much to begin with). I
could hardly think about what he was saying when my cock was raging so hard
like that and he was pinching my nipples.

 "So are you going to deny these facts?"

 He stood there staring at me - daring me to deny the accusations. I wanted
to shout "yes" loudly, but it was useless. I suppose this was my chance.
This wasn't exactly the kind of situation I was planning on. I really was a
fag and I did get off on men and I was a total and complete pervert and I
definitely and desperately wanted to suck my brother's cock. It was all
true, but I still couldn't admit it - or trust my brother. I figured
silence might be my best bet until I could figure out what my brother
wanted or how to get out of this.

 "Silence eh? Well, I know you are a total fag and a pervert and I've known
it for years, whether you admit it or not, its no secret to me. By the way,
does mom and dad know that you are a fag?"

 Holy shit! This was insane! I freaked out completely. "Kevin, please, you
can't be serious." I begged him, but he just laughed some more.

 "Well, I guess that pretty much proves that point doesn't it?"

 I was so messed up, tied up, confused, angry and scared that I didn't
understand what he was talking about.

 "You might as well just admit it now, since it is so obvious and you've
just proved it anyway. Tell the truth little brother. Are you a fag or are
you not? If you don't answer the question honestly, I'm going to just leave
you here until you do. We can wait it out all weekend if you want."

 It was cool and damp in the basement, but I was breaking out in a hot
sweat and my heart was pounding. This was so far from what I was hoping for
that I didn't know what to do. I actually tried to deny that I was a fag,
but I couldn't muster much conviction for it and my brother would have none
of it. He kept reminding me that I had a raging erection and with a few
quick twists of my nipples he had me moaning and begging to cum. I was tied
up and like how's a guy supposed to conduct a conversation with all that
going on?

 "Just admit it honestly, to me, that you are a fag and your life will be
so much better little brother. If you continue to deny it, your life will
be living hell."

 With that, my brother slowly pulled my soccer shorts down to my ankles. My
boner was pretty damn obvious now (even if it wasn't very big). My
underwear soon followed and my little boner was standing there pointing at
the water-heater. Then he said that maybe he ought to invite a few of his
friends to come on over to drink some beer and enjoy the show. Then he went
upstairs again, leaving me there like that. I was totally overcome with
fear, embarrassment and sexual frustration. I imagined Kevin's friends all
standing around the basement, drinking beer watching me answer my brother's
questions and making rude and nasty jokes about the size of my dick. Life
couldn't get much worse.

 I tried to gather my thoughts and make a rational decision, but nothing
made any sense and I couldn't think straight. I was still tied up and
therefore my cock was rock hard. And so long as my cock was rock hard, all
I could think about was sex. And I was half-naked with my cock exposed and
that made me feel all vulnerable. And so there I was. I just stood there
and waited. I was so horny that it was painful. I tried calling out to my
brother but he ignored me. About an hour later he finally came back
downstairs again.

 "So, are you ready to admit that you are a fag or are you still in denial?"

 I was broken. I was tired of standing there so uncomfortable. The bindings
on my wrists hurt like hell. My brother had me backed into a corner that I
couldn't or wouldn't get out of. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

 "Okay, I admit it, I'm a fag."

 I stared at the floor. I could hear echos in the room and there was a
butterfly convention going on in my stomach as I said those fateful words.

 "I figured as much. Okay, next question."

 What? That's it? Nothing? Just more questions? This was insane. My brother
had tied up and tortured me for like two hours and I had twisted myself
into a knot in order to admit my deepest darkest secret and my brother
barely bats an eyelash like it was nothing? Nothing made sense to me any
more.

 "Do you want to suck my cock?"

 This one was even harder to answer than the last one. A frog got caught in
my throat, so I just nodded.

 "What's that little brother? I can't hear you."

 "Yes, I want to suck your cock." I looked down as I said it. I couldn't
dare look him in the eye. I half expected him to hit me or slap me across
the face - or worse.

 "Very good little brother. Congratulations, you are doing very good."

 With that, he patted me on the head and ruffled my hair like a little kid.
This was completely insane. I was hoping to get something going with my
brother and here it was happening, though not quite what I had in mind.
Once I was untied, my brother wasted no time in feeding me his big
beautiful seven inches into my mouth. I choked and gagged, but my brother
was relentless and kept pushing my hands away and forcing his cock into my
mouth. It was really weird situation. I wanted to suck his cock, but I'd
never done it before, nor had I ever had my cock sucked so I really didn't
know exactly what I was supposed to do. Whenever I got his cock deep inside
my mouth, it made me gag and choke or I couldn't breathe. It was all so
very difficult.

 Unfortunately, my brother was as determined as he was horny. He kept up
the pressure and kept slapping my hands away from his cock and putting his
cock back in my mouth.

 "If you don't keep your hands away, I'm going to tie them behind your back
again!"

 I was resigned to my fate. I wanted my brother's cock, I really did,
despite the nasty way he was always treating me. I was gay and I wanted to
suck cock and his was in my mouth so that's what I was going to do even if
I choked on it. So I closed my eyes and concentrated on just breathing. My
brother seemed willing to do all the work - all I had to do was just kneel
there and hold my mouth open for him and not gag or choke - it was easier
said than done!

 "Wow, you really are a good cocksucker little brother, how many cocks have
you been sucking on?"

 I said none, that his was my first, but he didn't believe me and just
laughed. He said I must be a natural born cocksucker because I was so
naturally gifted with such talent. He was in a happy and playful mood. I
just concentrated on breathing and not gagging on his cock.

 I was doing okay just bobbing up and down and licking his knob, but when
he started to push my head down on his cock, forcing it all the way down
the back of my throat, it was all I could do to just keep breathing without
choking. We reached a happy medium where he held my head and pumped his
cock in and out of my mouth, but he refrained from pushing it all the way
in, which made me gag too much. He wouldn't let me touch his cock with my
hands at all. As long as it was just about half his cock in my mouth, Kevin
could really get a good rhythm going humping my mouth and I didn't gag. I'd
never imagined anything like it, but I loved it even though I was in total
fear every moment that he'd shove his cock deep down my throat and I
wouldn't be able to breathe.

 After what seemed an eternity of pumping my mouth with his cock, Kevin
started to really get into it and I could feel his cock get just a bit
bigger and harder. I knew he was going to cum. He actually warned me that
he was going to cum, but that was more an announcement of the fact that he
was cumming rather than a warning. He filled my mouth with hot blasts of
cum. I had to swallow it all just to keep breathing.

 "We're definitely going to have to do that again little brother. Maybe
after dinner? As a matter of fact, why don't you go upstairs now and make
us some dinner like a good little fag? We've got all weekend for you to
spend sucking my cock!"

 And that's pretty much how it all began between me and my brother.

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To be continued in part 2.