Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2012 14:53:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Monster Muscle <monstermuscle212@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brother's Biceps, Part 2

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
events, or locations is entirely coincidental. This story contains sexual
activity between males and incest. By continuing on to the story you affirm
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The living room was still dark when Tim woke me by kicking my legs off the
sofa. His massive boxer-clad thighs towered before me like two roman
columns and I wondered what it would be like to feel the power of those
thighs squeezing my head as hard as they chose.

He tugged on my shirt. "Were you cold?"  He looked down at me with a smirk.

The darkness kept Tim from seeing that my face flushed at him finding me on
the sofa exactly as I had fallen asleep: one hand on my dick, totally naked
except for the designer t-shirt, creased and crusted from my brother's
ejaculate. It was no longer a tight fit like it had been before Tim's big
muscles stretched it out.

I sat up and he plopped himself down on the sofa next to me. His thigh
touched mine and sent a jolt of electricity through my body. "You look good
wearing my cum rag, he said. "You must really like my dried spunk."

I said nothing. What could I say?

"Let me see you model that shirt," he said. I almost argued but I knew it
would be pointless. He would get his way. I stood up.

"Go on," he said. "Turn around."

There I stood, wearing Tim's cum rag and nothing else -- naked from the
waist down, my cock on display, already standing at full attention and
saluting its new master, my baby brother. I turned slowly, showing him
every angle, wishing that at the very least I had been wearing the shirt by
force instead of choice.

Tim lay back on the sofa. He motioned for me to come closer to him and I
obeyed. When I was within reach, he grabbed my erection roughly with one
hand, causing me to gasp.

"You thought you had a big dick until tonight," he declared
matter-of-factly.

I looked down at my cock. Seeing it in Tim' s massive hand, the idea of my
cock ever seeming large was unfathomable, but I nodded reluctantly.

"You don't think you have a big dick any more, though, do you?"

I shook my head. I felt dizzy.

"No," he agreed. "You don't even look like a man compared to me."

He ran his hand up and down my shaft and I let out a moan. Then he grabbed
my nuts. He squeezed them sharply and then let go. My lips parted but no
noise came out. I dropped to the ground in pain, on my knees before him on
the sofa. My forehead rested on his obliques and the excitement of touching
his torso sent a surge of energy to my cock even as my balls ached in
agony. His hand stroked my hair gently and watched while I regained my
composure. When I lifted my head I saw that Tim had pulled his cock out of
the top of his boxer shorts. He held the dick perpendicular to his body and
rubbed it slowly with an open hand, so as not to obstruct my view of its
grandeur.

"Don't be ashamed," He laughed. "You're on your knees, bowing to my great
big muscles; Genuflecting before my giant mouth-watering dick. That's the
way it should be."

"You don't get it, Mikey," he continued.  "You're mine now. Don't you feel
how freeing that is? You can stop pretending. That's why your dick is so
hard. Your dick knows we're past all the pretending. Your dick knows that
I'm the BOSS."

He spoke calmly, patiently, even, as he explained the New Order to
me. "Your dick is ready for you to accept the fact that you're my bitch
now. Baby. Brother's. Bitch. Not a man. I am the man, and you are the bitch
who gets to stop trying to be a man, because now you have me. "

He slid his boxers off and kicked them to the floor. "Look at that." he
gestured to my erection. "Your fucking dick is drooling over me, the same
way you are."

He was right. My cock was leaking so much pre-cum it looked as if it had
already orgasmed. I was dumbfounded by Tim's total confidence, and the way
he could get inside my head. The more I submitted to him -- the more I
accepted his dominance, the more I tried to wrap my mind around the
humiliation of my baby brother playing me like a violin -- the more turned
on I got. As hot as he looked, as amazing as his touch felt, it was his
complete control over me that made my cock hard and my heart almost pound
right out of my chest.

"Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say you're my bitch."

Was he kidding?  I couldn't say that.

"I know this is difficult for you," he said. "I know you've been drooling
over me for a few days now, and you thought you were finally about to taste
some baby brother dick, but you haven't earned this dick yet. You need to
prove to me that you understand how lucky are to be in the presence of my
greatness. Then, we'll see about letting you put your little bitch mouth on
my man meat."

I looked at him pleadingly. I didn't want to say it.

"Look at that. Look at that speculator cock," he cooed, and lovingly
cradled his own meat with one hand while he manhandled my scalp with the
other.

"Let it take control of you. Do you feel that? Do you feel what the mere
sight of my dick is doing to you?"

He turned and leaned toward me and grazed my cheek with his cock. Without
meaning to, I let out a whimper, like a puppy rejoicing at the comforting
hand of its owner.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, and he pulled me back off him. "That was good. Keep
staring at it and tell me how you feel."

I stared at Tim's cock. I felt waves of passion flowing over me. It was
hypnotic. "Oh fuck, Tim," I finally said. "I want to suck your cock so
bad."

He stroked it slowly and grinned, delighted by this admission. "YES! Keep
going."

"It's so big."

He closed his eyes and his stroking intensified. "How does my big fucking
cock make you feel, Big Brother?"

"It makes me feel.. obedient. Like, I want to do whatever you say. It makes
you the boss and me your grateful servant. I would do anything for you just
so I could swing on your meat for a while."

"Oh FUCK YES!" he tilted his head back and started pulling on his cock even
harder. His body was truly a work of art. "Who's my bitch, Mikey? Who is
Baby Brother's Bitch?"

"I am, Tim! I'm your bitch! I'm a bitch for those big fucking biceps and
your big fucking legs and and BIG FUCKING COCK THAT I WANT SUCK!"

He was really getting into this. "Lick my balls!" he instructed, "Do it!"

I obliged. I worked my head in under Tim's thigh and ran my tongue all over
his balls. I licked and slurped and put his balls in my mouth one at at a
time. I tried to suck both a the same time but they were too big.

In any other situation this would have have been merely a prelude to the
actual sex act, but at that moment I was in total heaven. Tim had me so
worked up that I didn't feel like I was missing out because I wasn't
allowed to suck his cock. If anything I worried I would cum too fast. I
tried to focus on pleasing his balls the best way I could while he
continued to pound is dick.

Suddenly Tim's balls tightened under my tongue. He quickly pushed me
away. His body convulsed and his junkyard dog spit out its contents across
his chest and stomach. He lay there breathing heavily for a few
seconds. Then he looked down at me.

"What the fuck is your problem, Mikey?" He glared at me.

I looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of the correct
response.

"Look at the fucking mess you made. Clean it up."

I started to get to my feet but my brother pushed me back down. "With your
tongue, Mikey. Clean it up my jizz with your tongue."

He was inviting me to ravish his body with my tongue! I got to work,
rubbing my tongue -- rubbing my face -- across the trail of Tim's cum,
drinking in my baby brother's sweet nectar, working my way up his torso as
if I was sculpting it with my mouth. I did this carefully, ready to be
admonished for misstepping in some way, ready to be rejected, ready to be
smacked back and reminded who was in charge. But no reprimand came. When I
got to his nipple I sucked hungrily and flicked my tongue, hoping to
finally elicit a noise or some other sign of pleasure from Tim -- anything
to let me know I was pleasing him. -- but no sound came until I finally
lost control myself and moaned loudly. Tim pulled me off by the back of my
head and I knew I had pushed it too far.

He eyed me menacingly and then, to my surprise, pointed to his upper lip
and said, "There's still one drop left."

I saw no mess on his lips there in the darkness, but I leaned forward. I
kept my eyes locked on Tim's, still watching for a warning that he would
suddenly push me away. He didn't. I leaned in all the way until our lips
touched, softly. I closed my eyes. My hands ran all over his muscles,
drinking his body in with my fingers as I tasted his mouth. Given how
harshly he'd been treating me, his kiss was unexpectedly tender, and I
finally knew he wanted this as much as I did.

When one of my hands seemed to be unable to stop rubbing his bicep, his
lips broke from mine and he flexed his arm into a
grapefruit. Instinctively, I cast my eyes downward, trying to avoid being
caught staring at his muscles. was a dance I had performed since his the
beginning of his visit.

"It's ok, Mikey. See? Here are those baby brother biceps you love so much."
Then he growled, "Ohhhh, look at that" and gave be a double bicep pose that
made my heart jump. " You fucking love my big muscles, don't you, Mikey?"

He took my hand and placed it on his flexed arm. This was my reward: He was
joining me as an active participant in my worship of him. I had one hand on
my cock and the other on his bicep. It didn't feel like a rock or a
baseball or anything spherical at all. It felt like a giant wall of muscle
and I loved it. I pulled on my dick and marveled at his body as his bicep
bucked and jumped under my touch.

Tim smiled and nodded approvingly. He pulled me in and kissed me
again. This kiss was hard and rough and his tongue finally crossed the
divide into my mouth, filling it the way I wished his cock would. I sucked
on my brother hungrily, accepting the kiss for what it was: praise.

He suddenly broke away, stood up, and picked me up of the ground. He
cradled me in his arms and then as soon as he had me safe in his grip,
continued our kiss as he carried me into the bedroom. "Oh, Mikey," he
whispered. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to to do you?"

I was to make it into the bedroom tonight after all.

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