Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2015 16:27:20 -0400
From: Mikey Mark <michael78983@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers for Life - part 3

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 3

        by Mikey Mark


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 Thanksgiving that year featured a visit from my sister Liz. I really liked
her and always enjoyed her company, even if she wasn't very much fun to
talk to. She seemed to fluster my parents just as much as she flustered me,
so it was always fun to be around her at the dinner table. She had a very
sharp wit and was never shy about using it. My father as always doted on
her. It was fun watching Liz toy with Nathan and beat him at chess. That
was very sweet to watch. Seeing those two together and interacting was like
watching a scene from "Big Bang Theory" between Sheldon and Leonard's
mother.

 My sister stayed for a couple of days before going back to university. It
was the last day before she left and I was alone with her. We were chatting
about the family and granny and real boring stuff. She and I had always
been close friends and shared secrets.

"So how long have you been fucking your little brother?"

 I nearly lost it completely. How could she possibly know that? We had done
NOTHING while she was visiting. I told Nathan he had to be ultra careful
because Liz would spot it. He was on his best behavior. And he didn't do
anything at all - he practically ignored me.

 "Don't look so shocked little brother. I should be the one shocked. You
are the one fucking our little brother after all, not I."

 One more example of my sister's uncanny ability to read people. And Liz
didn't really care about my efforts at denial. She just dismissed them and
continued.

 "Listen, I don't actually care what you little boys are up to, but I do
feel as an adult and your sister that I ought to warn you that this
business with your brother is madness and you are bound to get caught
eventually and it will blow our parents away completely, and might even
involve the police, the media and social services people as well. It will
be a very ugly business."

 That was my sister's lecture. She was completely right of course. I agreed
with her completely. But what could I actually do about it? Could I stop
having sex with Nathan? I wasn't so sure. And that was ignoring Nathan's
opinion on the matter and he could be very resourceful.

 I actually confided in my sister a few more details of my difficult
situation. It was so good to be able to talk about my problem with someone
else I could trust but who wouldn't be too judgmental about it. My sister
was always cold, distant and analytical, but I trusted her completely. She
wouldn't say anything. I explained Nathan's blackmail game to her. She
laughed at me, but sympathized with my plight. She had no advice for me at
all. She just kept saying I wasn't some innocent victim and that it was all
my problem, I created it and so I needed to deal with it. And she repeated
the lecture/warning. I thanked her for her advice, but felt nothing had
really changed and my sister left the next day.

 What was really difficult to deal with was the fact that everyone was
always asking me where was my new girlfriend - including my parents. I
really didn't want to get involved with another girl right away until I
could settle things with Nathan and I still really liked Ashley and hoped
to get back together with her. Even my own best friends got in on it. They
kept asking me if I was turning into a fag or something. It was getting
very annoying. Just another part of my life spinning out of control.

 That's when Nathan informed me that he had arranged a blind date for me. I
looked at him like he was from another planet. I did not need or want my
fourteen year old brother arranging dates for me. That was when the
doorbell rang. I answered the door - it was Nathan's friend Molly. She was
a short chunky girl with glasses. She'd been around our house many times.
She was always fun and lively girl and I liked her. With her was a nice
looking girl around my own age.

 Her name was Caitlin and she was Molly's sister and she and Nathan had
cooked this up between them. They pushed us both outside and told us to go
for a coffee or go to a movie or something. It was very strange and a bit
awkward, but it was all in good fun and Caitlin seemed nice enough. We did
go for a coffee and then a movie. We had a wonderful time - Caitlin was
very nice. I'd seen her around school, but didn't really know her before
because she was in the grade ahead of me. Anyhow, we had a very nice date
and I dropped her off and came home.

 Nathan subjected me to a full-scale interrogation. He was way too
interested and was smirking like this was part of some plan of his. I
admitted that Caitlin was very nice and I liked her and left it that.
That's when Nathan told me that (according to Molly) Caitlin was a closet
lesbian. Nathan and Molly had decided it was a perfect set up for both
Caitlin and myself. The thought that Nathan talked to Molly about such
things scared the crap out of me.

 So that's the story of how I met my supposedly new girlfriend. My parents
were delighted. They loved her. My friends at school were very impressed
since she was a senior and we were all juniors. Dinner at Caitlin's house
with her parents was a bit unnerving, but apparently they were very happy
to see Caitlin dating a real live male, so everyone was happy all around.
It was awkward at first, but Caitlin and I got along very well and
eventually became pretty good friends. We never made-out or even talked
about it. We just hung out together like we were friends. It was certainly
enough to convince everyone around us that we were a couple. It wasn't like
either Caitlin or I actually talked about or agreed to this - it just
happened. Well, apart from the fact that Nathan, with a bit of help from
Molly, arranged it.

 Near the end of that school year, I came home from school to yet another
surprise. Nathan had formally and officially "came out" to our parents - as
well as to his classmates at school. He had never said a word to me about
doing it, but I wasn't really very surprised. The boy was definitely gay,
no doubt about it, so I half expected he would do something like that, but
I figured he would have mentioned it to me before he did it. Thankfully he
didn't do it with a video on youtube or anything crazy like that.

 Anyway, I got yet another lecture from my father about how important it
was for me to be a good role model for my brother and to help and support
him - especially now. Mom tearfully told me how proud she was that I was so
supportive of Nathan. My dad even told me that I had to pay extra attention
to Nathan now and make sure he didn't get bullied or beat up for being gay.
Dad was actually telling me that poor Nathan was young and vulnerable and
needed extra protection. Good gawd, I needed protection from Nathan!

 So now Nathan was more popular than ever with everyone. My parents started
reading books about being parents of a gay teenager and mom joined a gay
parent's support group on the internet and stuff like that. Nathan's circle
of friends got even larger - he was hanging around with a half dozen cute
young guys now. The way they all dressed and acted, I suspected that Nathan
wasn't the only openly gay boy of his age-group at school. He also had a
small harem of giggling girlfriends, of which Molly was the queen-bee.

 That summer I turned eighteen years old and was going into my senior year
in high school in the fall. Nathan turned fifteen and was still growing
like a weed. He was just an inch shorter than me now. He was still pretty
skinny but he was starting to develop some nice definition. He was also
openly gay now and always wore a rainbow friendship bracelet on his wrist.

 The big event of the summer was granny coming to visit. She was getting
old and had a heart problem, so she moved to our house for a month in order
to be closer to the hospital where she was undergoing some treatment. She
moved into my sister's old bedroom. This produced chaos in the house
because my mother's side-line clothing business was actually doing pretty
well and she had set up my sister's room as her sewing room. With granny
moved in, mom's sewing stuff and piles of fabric were now scattered all
over the house, mostly in the living and dining room. This annoyed everyone
- especially dad.

 When mom's sister (our spinster aunt) came for a few days to visit with
granny, they put her in Nathan's room and sent him to sleep in the basement
rec-room for a few days. Needless to say, that meant Nathan slept with me
and only pretended to sleep on the fold-out couch. That seemed particularly
scandalous and brazen to me - for the two of us to be actually sleeping
naked together with our parents upstairs. But then again, sleeping naked
and spooned together was a wonderful way to live. Waking up with a warm and
receptive body next to mine had to be life's greatest pleasure. I guess
that's why people got married after all.

 Anyway, after our aunt left, Nathan went to work on the situation. Next
thing you know, I was informed that Granny was going to be staying with us
permanently and help with mom's sewing business. Nathan's bedroom was going
to be converted into a guest room and mom's sewing room. Nathan was going
to be moving downstairs to the basement with me. Dad was going to renovate
my basement bedroom to make it bigger in order to make room for a second
bed for Nathan. This would just be for one year because I was due to go off
to college the following year.

 So a week later I'm helping my dad start work downstairs. There was lots
of wasted space in the basement, so it was easy to expand my room. Nathan
was just walking around doing his Mister Burns imitation saying
"excellent". As it turned out, it was all going according to his plan. He
had mentioned the idea to dad, mom and granny individually and then let
them think it was their own idea and he just agreed to go along with it in
order to 'help out mom and dad'.

 It didn't take long to move one of the interior walls over a few feet and
then put up some new wallboard and paint. Then Nathan moved in. He was
totally smug and gloating about it. I had to admit, he was a damn good
manipulator of events to his own favor. So now I was sharing a bedroom with
Nathan once again. I had originally moved away from him in order to get
some privacy to jerk off when I was thirteen years old and he was ten.
According to Nathan, moving into my bedroom in the basement was the
completion of a 'five year mission'.

 "I am your destiny big brother. Better get used to it."

 I was doomed. I was never going to get away from him. Not that I wanted to
get away from him or anything, it was just the idea that I probably
couldn't get away from him if I wanted or tried to. I guess that's when I
realized that I was in love with him. I'd always loved him like a brother,
but now it was different. He was my lover and I couldn't imagine what life
would be like without him and that scared the crap out of me. He really was
both my destiny and my doom. He chose me and got me into it and now I was
hooked. I considered it inevitable that we would eventually be caught and
all hell would break loose and that was my doom, hanging over my head like
the Sword of Damocles.

 So that was how I spent my summer vacation. Helping my dad renovate my
bedroom in the basement in order for my little brother to move in so he
could sleep with me every night and have sex. And that's exactly how it
went. That summer as well as my whole senior year in high school was just a
big blurry memory of endless sex with Nathan. We had sex late at night, in
the morning before school, sometimes after school or after dinner while
watching tv in the rec room. Twice a day at least. I've never had so much
sex in my entire life. I don't even remember jerking off even once after my
brother moved downstairs.

 Caitlin, who was my supposed girlfriend, had graduated high school but
still lived at home while she went to a local college, so our charade
continued. I was her date for her senior prom, and she would be my date for
mine. We'd go out to some movies together every now and again, while our
respective parents all seemed to figure that we were going to get married
eventually. It was a bit weird situation, but it did seem to work out very
well. That was another of Nathan's plans of course. I was still pissed
about Ashley though. I really did like her and Nathan ruined that
completely.

 So my senior year passed by in a blur of endless sex with Nathan. I went
to my senior prom with Caitlin and then I turned nineteen and I could
finally get into bars and buy alcohol legally. I was also accepted at my
first choice of university. I was going to study business/commerce and
probably follow my dad and become an accountant. It was boring but it
seemed like a safe and sensible choice. I already had enough wild risk and
excitement in my life already!

 Nathan didn't seem to like the idea of me moving away to go to college. I
didn't figure he had much choice in the matter. We couldn't remain
teenagers living in our parents basement for our entire lives. I hoped that
Nathan understood that. He was turning sixteen now. I told him that he
should maybe find a boyfriend his own age and that might be good for him. I
might as well just toss 'his' comic book collection up in the air. He was
definitely not in a mood to listen to my advice.

 It really was a shock for me to actually move out and into the dorm at
college. I had become totally addicted to sleeping with Nathan so that for
the first few nights I couldn't sleep at all. And a week without Nathan
sucking my cock felt like an eternity. But I persevered. I drove back home
on a couple of weekends as well as at Thanksgiving. Visiting at home was
definitely a pleasure. Mom's cooking and Nathan's sex was a combination
made in heaven.

 It was on one of these weekend visits to my parent's house that my sexual
relationship with Nathan was taken to a whole new level. As always, I slept
in my basement bedroom with Nathan. One night he surprised the heck out of
me. He told me to lay down on my bed. He then grabbed one of my hands and
tied it to the headboard of my bed. Then he did the same to my other hand
and both my feet until I was laying there naked and spread-eagled in my own
bed. He then proceeded to lick almost every inch of my body and most
especially my balls and cock. He toyed and teased me like that for an hour
until I was going crazy with desire. My cock was dripping precum like a
leaky faucet I was so horny.

 Nathan asked me if I wanted him to sit on my cock. I wanted that more than
anything in the world right then. He kept teasing and toying with me and
then made me beg him. He finally did it - he crouched over my cock and
slowly lowered himself onto my cock. He did it so slowly it was incredible.
Once he was down all the way, he started rocking really slowly. I wanted it
bad. I begged him to fuck me faster. I pleaded with him. All I got for my
troubles was Nathan's most sexy and mischievous smile. He actually sat up
and off my cock right then as if to demonstrate his power over me.

 "Do you want something big brother?"

 It was incredible. I had to beg him to sit down again and ride my cock. I
wanted it so bad. He eventually did, but only after making me beg
repeatedly and swear my undying love for him as well. He was very patient
and a natural born tease. And then he rode my cock. I was tied to the bed
and couldn't move. I couldn't cum unless he let me and I wanted it so bad.
He bounced up and down on my cock, then back and forth, then up and down
again while he splattered a huge load of cum all over my face and chest
(and the headboard and bedsheets - it went everywhere). I think I started
squirting inside him the same instant the first splatter of his cum landed
across my face. It was so intense.

 And that's how Nathan taught me to love being tied up. He said it was my
nature. I suppose it was. I did feel like my whole life was tied down and
trapped by Nathan - and I was growing more used to it the longer it went
on. Either way, all I know is that when he had me all tied up like that,
I'd shoot the most amazing and best orgasms of my entire life. Our sex life
just kept getting hotter and hotter. After that first time he tied me up,
he would never do it again unless I begged him to do it. Fucking little
bastard. He always had to control me and now I was begging him to do it. I
was doomed.

 It wasn't until Christmas that I heard about what Nathan had actually been
up to while I was away at school. His first term report card actually had
some B's and C's on it. That was so un-Nathan-like that it was absurd. Then
my parents spoke of some mysterious man in an SUV who had dropped Nathan
off in front of the house several times. Then mom found a pot joint in the
pocket of Nathan's jacket. My parents were of course very disturbed by
these developments. Nathan was supposed to be their darling little angel,
their chess and piano prodigy and sweet innocent boy. There were dark
mutterings about the time Nathan was caught by the police in that men's
restroom. The parents were very concerned.

 My parents had concluded, in consultation with Nathan's psychologist, that
Nathan was probably acting up because I had moved away to go to college. He
looked up to me as his big brother and I represented stability in his life
(or so the shrink said). So my parents suggested that I should maybe live
at home and commute to school since it was only an hour's drive away. Dad
even announced that he had just bought a new car and was going to give me
his old car as a gift. My own car was getting pretty rough and couldn't
handle such a commute. But dad's old car was only three years old and a
major improvement. It seemed like I was getting bribed by my parents to
commute to school. My dad pointed out that it would be a lot cheaper to pay
for school if I lived at home, even with the extra cost of gas.

 I asked Nathan about the guy in the SUV, but he evaded the question and
just said he was useful. Needless to say, at the end of January, I moved
out of my dorm at school and back home. I swear I heard Nathan say
"checkmate" when I dropped off the first load of stuff back in my bedroom.
He really was truly a manipulative little bastard sometimes - and damn good
at it. Nathan confessed that it was all his plan. His next report card
showed the usual straight A's that he was accustomed to. The mysterious SUV
guy was never seen around again. The parents were very pleased. I was
trapped again.

 I actually kind of enjoyed the commute and found that being away from the
rowdy dorm scene did wonders for my schoolwork and my grades. And sleeping
all cuddled up and spooning with Nathan every night was something I got way
too used to. Nathan was such a spoiled little brat, but I couldn't help but
love the little bastard. He was like a part of my own self - he was my own
flesh and blood.

 So my university years started to look a lot like my last year at high
school - a blur of non-stop sex with Nathan. I found it remarkable that our
parents never seemed to clue into what was going on. I know we were always
careful, but it amazed me they never even seemed to get suspicious. Sister
Liz had seen it immediately but no one else did. It was very odd.

 During the summer between my first and second year at university, I was
working for my dad's accounting company and living at home. One quiet
saturday afternoon, I was sitting out in the backyard with Nathan, just
hanging out in the sunshine and talking.

 "I need a favor from you Adam."

 "What?" Nathan never asked for favors - he didn't seem to need to. Besides
that, it was a show of weakness and Nathan always like to be in control -
or at least seen to be in control. I was intrigued, but my senses were
wary. It could be a trap. Nathan could be very devious and clever.

 "You see... I lost a bet... "

 "What? YOU lost a bet? Nathan who calculates probability statistics for
everything lost a bet? I don't believe it."

 "It's true, but nevermind about that. The point is that I need you to do
me a favor."

 "What kind of favor?" I was very curious now. This was so unlike Nathan.
He never danced around with words. If he had a point to make, he made it.
He had a quick wit and a sharp tongue like our sister.

 Our conversation continued like that for quite a while. Nathan was
definitely reluctant to tell me what he wanted me to do and kept hedging
around it. Finally he told me that since he lost the bet with his friend
Jeremy, he had to do whatever Jeremy wanted for a whole day.

 I didn't see any problem with that. Sucks to lose. Looked to me like
Nathan had a problem with his friend Jeremy and it was none of my business.
As it turned out, what Jeremy was ordering Nathan to do was to order me
into having sex with Jeremy!

 I couldn't believe this was happening. Nathan was definitely blushing. He
was totally embarrassed and that was the rarest of pleasures to witness. I
kept pressing him for the full story before I agreed to anything. No matter
how much I loved my little brother, I didn't entirely trust him.

 "Like how many of your friends know about you and me?" I needed to know
this. I thought it was supposed to be a secret. I figured Molly knew, but I
had hoped that was it.

 "A few"

 "A few? How many is a few? What the hell is going on with you? You can't
go around telling people about that!" I was really mad about Nathan's
friends knowing about us having sex together.

 "I'm sorry"

 Holy shit. Was I actually getting an apology from Nathan? Was hell
freezing over? Did the sun not rise today? Did the planet stop spinning?
This was epic.

 We just sat there silently for a while. I was really mad. I finally got up
the nerve to tell him so. I gave him a good rant - all my petty complaints
after years of being blackmailed and manipulated by him. And Ashley of
course - and everything - the way he always needed to control me. It all
came out in a bit of a jumble. I loved him but he had hurt me by exposing
our secret and that made me so mad. After I finished my rant, Nathan just
sat there and looked at me for a while.

 "Okay, I'm sorry for all that too. Okay?"

 "You say the words, but you don't look very repentant," and he certainly
didn't. He had on his bashful innocent face, only a degree or two away from
his most sexy and mischievous look.

 "I am repentant. I'm very sorry that I hurt your feelings and I'm truly
sorry about Ashley, that was just something that had to be done. But that's
the past, this is now. And the issue now is about my agreement with Jeremy."

 My gawd he was a brazen little bastard.

 "Your agreement? What agreement?"

"Well, I already agreed with Jeremy to the terms of the bet. Since I lost
the bet, that means you have to spend a day with Jeremy doing whatever he
wants."

 "And what does Jeremy want, dare I ask?"

 "I don't know exactly. But knowing Jeremy as I do, I'm guessing that he'll
want to suck your cock and get fucked. He's not a virgin so I wouldn't
worry about hurting him too much - he did say something about wanting to
get his ass pounded. He doesn't get too many opportunities with hot looking
dudes like you big bro."

 Shit. This was crazy. "And what if I don't agree to this?"

 "You have to agree to. You must. I need you to agree. I am willing to
negotiate. So what do you want?"

 This whole conversation was unbelievable. This was an opportunity not to
be wasted, but I didn't know what to ask for right then - I needed time to
think about it.

 "Okay, you can have some time to consider your options. We will discuss
this later."

 With that he smiled and gave me a quick kiss and went inside the house.

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To be continued in part 4.