Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2015 18:06:37 -0400
From: Mikey Mark <michael78983@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers for Life - part 2

This is a story about two brothers growing up.

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WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting males.  If you are offended by such material, or are
under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not read
any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are
entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely
coincidental.  * * *

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      "BROTHERS FOR LIFE" - Part 2

        by Mikey Mark


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So my little brother had just sucked my cock.

 I had to talk to him about it. I had to put a stop to it before it went
any further. I was certain that was the right thing to do. I was the older
brother, I was supposed to be the responsible one. I confronted him. Nathan
was sitting there watching tv like nothing happened.

 "About what we just did..." I started, but I was no match for him.

 He stood up to face me, gave me his most mischievous smile and asked me if
I liked having my cock sucked. Little bastard. I tried to explain to him
that what we did was wrong and that we must not do it again. He was having
none of it. I was practically fighting him off of me. He was laughing at me
like I was joking.

 I actually got really mad and even yelled at him. That scared him and got
his attention. I told him that there was nothing to talk about, we weren't
going to do anything like that again and that he should to go to bed and I
did the same. He acted like he was really pissed off at me. It was all so
weird. I had no clue what I was doing.

 The next few weeks he was brutal towards me, but I figured that was all
for the best. We were brothers and he couldn't stay mad at me forever, I
knew that, but I had to stop the sex thing and if that made him mad at me,
that was just something I had to do because I was the older brother, I was
supposed to be the responsible one. Incest was wrong and my brother was
definitely underaged. That was all there was to it.

 I actually did realize that I was doing to my brother almost exactly the
same thing that my buddy Jeff did to me after we fooled around that night
after the party. Jeff said "no more" and I accepted his decision. It hurt
like hell, but I respected him because he was my friend. It was for the
best I guess and I hoped that it would work out with my little brother just
as well because Jeff and I were still the best of friends.

 Anyway, about a month after that episode, I come home one evening after
work to find a police car pulling away from our house. Inside, my parents
were standing around in the living room looking very stern and distraught.
Dad was sucking back a really big glass of whiskey.

 "So... what's happened?"

 "Your brother just got arrested in a men's restroom that was raided by the
police."

 My mother was quick to correct my father. Apparently Nathan did not get
arrested, he was just picked up by the police and brought home. However, he
was found at a men's restroom that was raided by the police where a dozen
men got arrested for public indecency. The implications were left hanging
in the air.

 They sent me upstairs to talk to him. He had barricaded himself in his
bedroom and wasn't talking. He ignored me for a while as I talked through
his door, but I eventually got him to open the door. He had been crying so
I gave him a hug and I sat down on his bed beside him. I asked him if it
was all true and he confirmed that it was. He added the further detail that
it wasn't the first time he was there either. It was like he was trying to
shock me.

 "It's all your fault you know"

 "What?"

 "I was just looking for some cock. You wouldn't let me suck yours so I had
to go out and find one. A nice cock to suck is harder to find than you
might think you know."

 This was insane. "You can't blame me for you getting busted cruising in
some public restroom."

 "Yes I can. It's your fault. Either you let me suck your cock or I'm going
to have to find some cock somewhere else. My options at my age are rather
limited you know."

 This was beyond insane. I was getting blackmailed into letting my thirteen
year old brother suck my cock? I didn't know what to think. That little
bastard was serious. If I didn't let him suck my cock, he was going to go
out cruising men's washrooms - or worse. I loved my brother and I cared
deeply for him. I felt responsible for him. I couldn't let him do anything
like that. He was way too young. It was way too dangerous.

 So I actually talked myself into agreeing with his demand. He promised no
more cruising washrooms or anything like that, but I had to agree to let
him suck my cock whenever he wanted. He argued hard for the last option. He
said that he was just a lonely and horny gay boy and that 'he had needs'
and I was supposed to feel sorry for him. I couldn't believe this was
happening.

 "Okay, fine. Its a deal. Have it your way."

 I knew I was going to regret it, but I really didn't see any other way
out. I just had to go along. Nathan didn't waste any time in collecting on
the deal. I was ordered to "stand up, shut up and don't move". So I just
stood there, facing him. He was still sitting on his bed. He undid my belt,
unzipped my jeans and had my cock in his mouth in a matter of seconds. I
loved the feeling of my cock getting hard inside his warm wet mouth. He
sucked cock like a whore in a porno movie - it was totally amazing. I could
barely last more than a couple of minutes of that kind of intense action on
my cock. He was relentless, like he didn't need to take a break to catch
his breath or anything and he swallowed my cock down to my pubes and just
kept going. It was the most amazing blowjob I'd ever experienced in my
life, no doubt about that - even better than the first one.

 "That was hot. We're definitely going to have to do that again big bro!"

 I pulled up my pants and bolted for the door. This was all happening way
too fast. As I passed the living room my parents inquired. I told them
about Nathan's promise (but not mine). They seemed very pleased. My head
was spinning. I seemed to have no control over anything anymore.

 And that was that. I went downstairs to my bedroom in the basement. I was
confused and I felt trapped. My little brother was manipulating me into
doing the 'incest thing' with him and it felt so totally wrong. Well, it
didn't actually feel bad and that was the real problem. It felt so fucking
awesome and mind-blowing excellent. The problem was that according to the
rules and laws of society (and mom and dad), I definitely was not supposed
to let my thirteen year old brother suck my cock. That was totally and
completely not permitted behavior. But that's exactly what we were doing.
And I loved it and hated it at the same time - just like myself. My life
can get so fucking confusing sometimes. I didn't know what I could do
about. I had no one I could talk to about this crazy situation. No one
could possibly understand what I was going through.

 Anyway, he had me blackmailed pretty good. I did what he wanted, when he
wanted it. He was very clever, cautious and practical. He always made plans
and timed things out in advance. He always knew what he was doing and when
our parents were coming or going. It really was impressive to see how much
of a manipulative little brat he really was. And he sure liked sucking my
cock and was damn good at it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't into it as
much as he was. He was a horny little fucker and wanted to suck my cock all
the time. I had to practically fight him off sometimes. For a horny
teenager like me, it was like living in paradise to have an expert
cocksucker for a little brother.

 Watching tv with him became pretty much automatic blowjob time. Since we
were downstairs in the basement, if our parents came down the stairs, we
had plenty of warning time. Nathan could suck my cock super fast if he was
in a hurry and thought we might get caught - but other times he could
really take his time about it. He would lick my balls and play with my cock
in his mouth for an hour or more driving me crazy and begging him to let me
cum. It was absolutely amazing stuff.

 I was still seeing my girlfriend Ashley, but I must admit, there was no
comparison with the action with my brother. Ashley had put my cock in her
mouth a few times, I suppose that counts as a blowjob, but I didn't cum or
anything. She did jerk me off a couple of times though. Meanwhile, my
little brother was sucking on my cock almost every day when we got a chance
and swallowing every drop when he did.

Nathan turned fourteen around that time. He stood five foot seven and
weighed about 120 pounds. He was still a few inches shorter than I was. He
was taller than Ashley though. His voice was changing and cracking and he
was getting sexier by the day. Whatever pubic hair he might have grown, I'd
never seen them as he told me he started shaving his pubes when he was
thirteen as was the fashion of the day. His dick was absolutely identical
to mine in size and shape, both hard and soft.

 One saturday afternoon, our parents were out visiting somewhere and
wouldn't be home until dinner-time. We were the rec room in the basement,
horsing around like typical brothers. Nathan had taken a few surprise shots
at my head and then tried to escape my revenge. I was bigger and stronger
than him, but he was small, quick and very agile. He would squirm out of my
grip, so I really had to struggle to pin him down. Once I had him pinned
face down on the floor, I found myself slowly, almost subconsciously,
humping his cute little butt with my pelvis. We were both fully clothed, so
it really wasn't anything, but my dick was rock hard and I found that my
little brother was humping his butt up at me.

 "Don't stop"

 I didn't. I continued to hump his cute little butt and all too soon I
found myself shooting a load of hot cum inside my underwear. I was sweating
by the time I was done, it lasted probably only a few minutes. Nathan
rolled over to face me. Fucking little bastard was doing his mischievous
smile that drove me crazy. It made him look so sexy and innocent at the
same time. Anyway, he reached down seductively and pushed the front of his
jeans down and pulled out the front of his underwear. He showed me his hard
cock laying there. It was a mess in there - all moist and glistening with
his cum. His underwear was soaked. So was mine. We laughed like idiots. We
were doomed.

 It was about a week after that hot saturday afternoon butt-humping session
that we found ourselves alone again. It was a gray and wet sunday. Our
parents were out all day and it was raining hard. I phoned my girlfriend
Ashley, but she was out for the day. None of my other friends were around,
so I was hanging out with my little brother. We were watching tv. I was a
bit horny and figured I was going to get a blowjob. I never really had to
ask. Basically, Nathan sucked my cock when he wanted to, not necessarily
when I wanted him to. I suppose it was a moot point most of the time
because Nathan was into sucking my cock pretty much all the time anyway.

 I had half a hardon already just thinking about it. Nathan seemed to be in
one of his flirty moods and that was always hot. He'd bite his lower lip
and flip his head to the side to get the hair out of his face. Or he'd lift
his t-shirt to feel his smooth belly seductively and wink at me. He was too
much sometimes.

And this time was definitely one of those times.

 "Lets go to your room"

 That sounded interesting, so I followed him. He closed the door behind us
and then knelt down and started pulling off my pants. I didn't resist. Once
he had my cock in his mouth, I was in heaven. He was the most amazing
cocksucker. He hoovered right down to my pubes and could stay there until I
came. This time he didn't stay down long and got up and took off his
clothes. This was getting very interesting.

 "Lay down on your bed"

 I did as he suggested. I had a double bed in the basement and it was room
enough for both of us. He had a small bottle of lube with him. I don't know
where that came from, but he was rubbing it on his butthole - and then my
cock.

 As he put the lube on my cock he stroked me a couple times and I swear I
was damn close to shooting a load right there. I knew I had to go slow or
this was going to be over way too fast and I wanted to enjoy it. Nathan
laid himself face down, spread his legs, looked back over his shoulder at
me with his most sexy and mischievous smile and then raised his butt up
just a bit to get my attention. He was looking so unbelievably hot and sexy
like that.

I know I shouldn't have done it, but I was way past that already. I wanted
it just as much as Nathan obviously did. So I sat up and got on my knees
between Nathan's nicely spread legs. His smooth and totally hairless butt
looked amazing and I could see his balls laying there between his legs. He
actually reached back with both his hands and pulled his cheeks apart so I
could see his pink rosebud. It was like he was presenting a target for me
to aim at. My cock was already pointing the way. All I had to do was lean
forward.

 I'd never fucked a guy in the butt before. Heck, I'd never actually fucked
anything before. I didn't know what I was doing. I was going on instinct. I
poked the head of my cock inside him. Nathan freaked out completely, so I
pulled it out again pretty quick. I didn't want to hurt him and it sure
sounded like I was darn near killing him. We laid there for a minute or so
and then he told me to put on some more lube and to try again. Same result,
only with slightly less ear-shrieking volume. Third time was lucky though.
It didn't go in quietly, but Nathan didn't scream at me to "get it out" so
I didn't. I didn't dare move a muscle. I guess I was afraid he was going to
order me to pull it out and I didn't want that at all.

 I just laid there on his back as still as I could be. My cock was being
squeezed with incredible tightness. The only sound we were making was our
breathing - and it was pretty loud like we had been racing up the stairs or
something. If I moved even the slightest bit, Nathan would yelp. It lasted
for what seemed like eternity before I felt Nathan start to move a little
bit and squirm around underneath me. I guessed he was just trying to get a
bit more comfortable.

 He spread his legs wider and wider and I could feel his butt pushing up
against my cock. I took the hint and started to hump his ass with my cock.
Really slow at first just because my cock was practically caught in a
vise-grip it was so tight, but eventually I got a bit of a fucking rhythm
going, sliding back and forth a few inches. I asked him if everything was
okay. He just said "fuck me". His recently changed voice cracked a bit when
he said that and it sounded so cool - like he didn't just want me to fuck
him, he needed it.

 It was all so hot I could barely believe it was happening, let alone hold
back from shooting my load. I could feel the tingles of a rising orgasm.
But I wanted this moment to last so I totally stopped moving and just laid
there on his back, breathing down his neck and trying to give my cock a bit
of a rest, like I was edging myself.

 That was when Nathan started squirming around underneath me and humping
his butt up to grind into my cock. That was so hot. My plan for making this
last was definitely not working. Nathan seemed to have other ideas. I tried
to warn him that I was going to cum soon if he didn't slow down, but that
just seemed to make him squirm around more and hump me faster and faster.
He was literally fucking himself on my cock from underneath me. I was
trying to hold back as much as possible. This situation definitely couldn't
last long.

 I warned him again that I was definitely going to cum, but my voice failed
me entirely. I just moaned and whimpered as my whole body went rigid and my
cock spasmed and started squirting cum. It was one of the most incredible
and intense orgasms of my entire life. When I was done, I just laid there
on my brother's back and kissed him on the back of his neck and smelled his
hair. He was still wimpering and moaning and breathing loudly.

 We just laid there like that for a while. It was so sweet and felt so
good. Eventually I pulled my soft cock out of his slippery butthole and
rolled off of him. I didn't want to crush him with my weight, though he
didn't seem to be complaining about it. He looked so cute with his hair all
mussed up like that. I suppose I did that while I was fucking him but I
didn't realize I did it. I always wanted to feel his hair but normally he
would never let anyone touch his hair. I felt a twinge of pleasure see it
all messed up.

 After that, there was no going back. We had feasted on apples in the
garden and played with the serpents in our pants. We were doomed - or at
least I was. If we ever got caught - or rather *when* we got caught, I'd be
the one to suffer the most for it. It was inevitable that we'd get caught
and when we did it would be a ugly scene and I'd get all the blame. They'd
throw the book at me. I could only imagine the horror of it all.

 But what was I supposed to do about it? I was just a horny seventeen year
old and my little brother sucked cock like a professional pornstar and
seemed to like getting fucked just as much. How was I supposed to say no to
that? I couldn't. I was just too damn horny to say "no" to free sex as good
as I'd been getting. But incest was so wrong. It was probably illegal. Our
parents would probably commit suicide if they caught us and it would be all
over the local tv news. The whole situation between us seemed so fraught
with peril and enternal damnation. I felt totally helpless against such
forces ranged against me.

 From that point onwards, Nathan and I were fucking several times a week.
When we got an opportunity, we would sometimes do it a couple times in a
row just because we were so horny. It was much easier to arrange a blowjob
since it was not only quicker, it was usually much quieter and easier to
cover up afterwards, so those were much more common. Either way, I couldn't
complain. One of the funny things about our sex was that even though I'd
fucked my brother in the ass multiple times and shot many loads of cum in
his mouth and I even sucked him off twice, I'd never kissed him on the
lips.

 I only realized that after Nathan started sucking my face one day while I
was fucking him. He wanted me to fuck him on his back so we were face to
face. Once he started with his tongue in my mouth I lost all self control
and we spent the next hour just laying there and making out with wild
passion and abandon as I fucked him as slowly and as gently as possible. It
was like each and every time we had sex, it was better than the time before.

 What made it all doubly weird was that the more Nathan and I got involved
with each other, the more our parents seemed to approve. They certainly
didn't know what we were doing, all they knew was that we spent a lot of
time together and acted like friends and never fought. I actually enjoyed
my brother's company. We had a few things in common - like comic books and
video games and would spend hours with those.

 Funny thing is that all our comic books ended up belonging to Nathan. He
was totally compulsive about cataloging them and organizing them in proper
order and all protected in plastic. Likewise with all our video games - he
liked them all together and lined up in alphabetical order. Whatever games
or comic books I ever bought for myself or received as gifts would all end
up in his collection. If I wanted anything, I'd have to go to his bedroom
and exercise the divine right of older brothers to just take it by brute
force. He'd just steal it back soon enough and put it back in his
collection anyway.

 He was always a bit OCD about some things. I liked to accuse him of being
autistic. He didn't like that. Everything in his room was always lined up
and perfectly neat and tidy all the time. Nothing was ever out of place.
When I wanted to really bug him, I'd take some comic books out of one box
and put them into another box and keep doing that, messing up the order. I
could make him go completely ballistic if I kept messing with his stuff
like that. He could take it for a few minutes, but eventually he'd freak
out and I'd leave him there screaming at me and frantically re-organizing
things back the way they were. But then again, messing with little brother
was not something to do lightly. Revenge was almost guaranteed and I'd
never see it coming. I learned that the hard way. He could be nasty as much
as he was clever and devious. And I was fucking his cute little butt every
chance I got. It all felt so weird.

 That summer our family traveled out to the west coast to go our cousin's
wedding. We flew out and then rented a car to drive out to our uncle's
beautiful house overlooking the mountains. My brother and I got bunked out
with some 70 year old widow who lived next door. She was a wonderfully nice
and kind old lady who cooked fantastic pancake breakfasts for us every day.
She put the two of us together in her guest room with a double bed. You
should have seen Nathan's face when he saw the sleeping arrangements. You'd
think he had arranged it all himself the way he was smiling away.

 Once we were alone and doing a bit of unpacking, Nathan came over beside
me and whispered, "this will be like us being real boyfriends and sleeping
together every night", and then he kissed me. I really wished he wouldn't
talk like that. It was hard enough accepting the fact that I was
incestuously fucking my little brother without trying to pretend we were
some 'normal' romantic couple. I don't think I was quite ready for all
that. Or rather, I was having a hard time dealing with all that because
that's exactly what we were doing. Nathan just kept pushing the envelope
further and further all the time.

 We stayed there for five days for the wedding. Sleeping every night with
Nathan was an adventure all it itself. He was insatiable and hopelessly
romantic. We fucked every night and pretty much every morning as well. We
spent so much time just rolling around naked in bed together and making out
that we were usually up almost half the night and spent the next day
yawning all day long. The old lady seemed oblivious to our bed-rocking
action, though I can only imagine what our bedsheets must have looked like
with two horny teenage boys leaking precum and squirting cum all over each
other every night.

 I woke up every morning laying on my side, pressed up against Nathan's
back - I guess that's what they call 'spooning'. I loved the smell of his
hair in my face. We'd lay like that until we were both awake and then he'd
slowly start humping back against my hard cock while I licked his ears. I
found that was one of his real weak spots. If I was behind him and I licked
his ear, he would go nuts. He loved it and it made him squirm and beg to
get fucked. Our morning fucks usually were pretty quick. Night time
sessions were the wild ones.

 The wedding reception and family gatherings were boring having to hang
around with a bunch of relatives that I hardly knew. I had to listen to my
parents bragging to various people about how well behaved her two sons were
and how they got along so well and never fought with each other. It was
really quite embarrassing - especially if you knew the scandalous truth of
the matter that us two sweet friendly brothers were doing the whole incest
thing with shameless abandon. It was all I could think about. I wanted to
fuck his cute little butt all the time and I certainly did it every chance
I got. The more I fucked him, the more he liked it too. He always came when
I fucked him. He absolutely loved getting fucked. He was insatiable.

 After getting caught in the public restroom bust back when he was
thirteen, Nathan had to go see a psychologist every week to 'address his
issues'. That went on for a while. That's when I first really started to
clue into what my brother was all about. Up until then I was feeling sorry
for him because he had some problems and I was doing my best to help him.
But then I realized that I was feeling sorry for my brother because that's
exactly what he wanted me to do. It was like we were all living like
puppets in my brother's little show.

 I came home from school one day. My parents made me sit down with them in
the living room. It seemed serious and I started getting nervous. But then
they told me they just had a long talk with Nathan's psychologist. It seems
that I was supposedly a good influence on Nathan and that he needed his big
brother as a role model to look up to. Nathan's acting out and cruising the
public washrooms came from his feeling of rejection from his brother's
friendship. So the parents were practically ordering me to spend as much
time with Nathan as possible - it was my now my duty and responsibility.

 Yeah, that was Nathan's style. He had that psychologist wrapped around his
finger and fed her what she wanted to hear and what suited his own agenda.
He knew it would filter back to mom and dad. So now, far from being
suspicious about our latest sexual escapades, I'm getting ORDERED by my
parents to spend more time with him because I'm such a good influence on
him. He was a manipulative little bastard and I was only just now coming to
realize it.

  Then one day my girlfriend Ashley broke up with me. I had no clue why. I
thought things were going great. She accused me of being a two-timing lying
scumbag. It took me a couple of weeks to track down the story. Apparently
there was a rumor flying around that I was bragging about fucking some
really hot looking girl at the company where I worked part-time. The story
passed through several people before it reached Ashley and kept getting
embellished along the way. Eventually I traced it back to one of my own
good friends. Where did he get it from? My brother Nathan of course.

 I did my best to explain to Ashley that I was getting framed by my little
brother but she wouldn't listen at all. Pretty much everyone believed the
rumor and I got credit for being some hot-shot stud guy, even though I lost
my girlfriend.

 After I figured out that Nathan had drove my girlfriend away, I got really
super mad at him. I yelled and screamed at him. I threatened to punch him
out. But none of that did anything. I couldn't beat him up, he was my
brother. He knew I wouldn't hurt him so he just called that bluff
instantly. I couldn't threaten to expose him for being gay because he
didn't care - or take that threat seriously since it would implicate myself
as well. I had no way to punish him or get at him for doing what he did to
me. I used the only weapon I had and totally messed up the comic collection
by dumping over the boxes and knocked all the videos off his shelf and then
stomped out of his room warning him that I'd get him back for it. He just
stood there and watched me do it. He at least had the decency not to smile
or smirk at me. The little bastard always seemed to win.

 I thought about denying him the only thing he seemed to care about - sex.
But punishing him that way meant suffering for me. I was turning out to be
as addicted to sex as he was. And no one could ever know what we were up to
or we would both be in major shit and we both knew it, so I couldn't talk
to anyone about it. There was like nothing I could do. I felt trapped.

 I actually googled the term "stockhom syndrome". It freaked me out. It was
a bit like what I was going through. The more my little brother manipulated
and blackmailed me into having gay sex with him, the more I seemed to like
it and want more of it.

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 To be continued in part 3.