Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2006 16:47:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers' House of Many Pleasures - Chapter 1
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Brothers' House of Many Pleasures - Chapter 1
by Dennis Banneker
October 13, 2006
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BROTHERS' HOUSE OF MANY PLEASURES
Brian Crolin, 16
Damien Crolin, 14
(All names are fictitious.)
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CHAPTER 1
I always thought of my little brother as an okay kid--but a
real pain in the butt sometimes. That changed. Things got
interesting when we started living alone.
Dad died. He left us a lot of money. About 6 months later,
Mom took off with a rich oil dude and never looked back. I knew
she loved us, but I guess the guy didn't want two teenage boys
hanging around. She left us all the money and put my uncle Jake
in charge of me and my 14-year-old brother, Damien.
Uncle Jake invested well and put money into my account every
month. He turned not quite a million dollars into many times
that. I knew it had to be a lot, because after that, he gave us
tons more than we needed. It kept building up--my account was
growing like crazy.
We had a monthly cash allowance, but it was more than we
could spend without going crazy. I had the car I wanted, and
there was only so much room in the house. I never thought of
buying another house.
Uncle Jake never spent time with us or moved in to supervise.
I guess he felt the extra money made up for that. He did check
on us and talk with the school Principal every month to make sure
we stayed in school and were getting passing grades. And that we
were getting along, I guess. Other than that, Damien and I were
on our own.
At first, I resented being alone--like, didn't he care? I
almost burned the house down learning to cook. Damien thought it
was cool from the start. I thought he was nuts. Eventually we
got used to getting things done by ourselves. And we had a
blast.
People usually call me Brian--sometimes Bri. I'm 16, a
junior, and play tight end on the varsity Football team. I'm
slim but built, and I attract a lot of girls. I'm fairly good-
looking, I think--medium brown hair, cool blue-gray eyes. Girls
call me all the time, so they must think so, too. I date a lot.
I stay tanned with a tanning booth.
It was a cold Saturday night and we were sitting around with
not much to do.
"Where are you goin?" I said to my little brother Damien.
"You're always takin' off--and you never tell me what's up!"
Damien just stared, giving me his signature blank look. I
think he practiced in front of a mirror. He knew how that got to
me.
It's not like he'd go out of the house, so he wasn't doing
anything wrong, but he never sat still. That made me jumpy and
cranky.
If it weren't for his cute innocent face, I'd beat his butt.
Problem is, I was two years old when Damien was born, and it
wasn't long before I took charge of him and protected him. That
made it impossible to do the things big brothers were supposed to
do--like break his arm. I threatened him a lot but I never hurt
him.
"Dammit! Just tell me where you're goin, dickbrain."
"To JERK OFF----OKAY?" he said, all pissed.
I wasn't ready for *that* and it surprised me that he would
just come out with it. He was serious. I could tell by his red
face, plus he got real quiet. He wouldn't act like that if he'd
been talkin shit.
I knew he was scared, too, because he yelled--he knew yelling
at me was not good for his health. Damien froze.
I gave him a taste of his own medicine and stared back at
him, using my poker face to make sure he couldn't read me.
That got to him. I sat at the edge of my bed pretending to
relax, stunned that my little brother just told me he was going
to beat his meat.
"I'm sorry," he said. Big pause. "It's just--it's like--
you're always spying on me . . . stalking me or something."
"Bull-SHIT, man! You're never in one place for two minutes.
It's like livin with a jumping jack."
When I said that, something hit me. We've had the whole huge
house to ourselves for months but still shared a room. Why
didn't I see that before? I wondered what was up with that. Did
I have a fatherly instinct that I wanted to protect Damien? Was
he insecure and needed to cling to me? I didn't think he was all
that mature for fourteen.
I stared him down, good, and didn't say a thing.
"Okay, okay." Big pause. "I always come back," he said very
softly, cowering.
I liked and didn't like his reaction. It felt good that
Damien gave in to me, but I didn't want him sniveling like he was
afraid of me. I wouldn't admit it to anyone--I really hoped he'd
throw me a few punches and stick up for himself. I missed the
physical contact of football--it was Winter, and last season was
like a dim memory. I thought it'd be so cool if Damien asserted
himself.
I got to thinking, I *had* come down on him a little hard,
and now Damien looked like he was ready to cry. I felt like a
dick. He burst out crying, running to me.
I let him fall to my arms, and his hot little face burned
into my chest, quickly followed by his tears.
"It's okay, Damy." I always called him that.
"It's just . . . I'm scared," he said, sobbing real hard. "I
don't wanna be alone, and you're gonna graduate in two years.
Maybe even before that."
So that was it. He was right. I was in the middle of my
junior year and would graduate in less than two years, actually.
"It's gonna be all right. I won't move out."
"Yeah, Bri," he said, sniffling, "but what if you DO?"
That was Damien--always trying to think ahead.
"I won't--I swear. I promise, okay?"
By then, he was looking up at me--up *to* me. He had his
times when he stared like I was so important. I liked his
admiration, even though he was a little runt that pissed me off
sometimes.
I admired Damien a lot. At 14, he'd done more than I had at
that age. He was a good worker, an awesome basketball player--
hardly ever missed a shot and always seemed to make the right
moves.
I went to most of his games. His teammates loved the way he
played, and he won a lot of games for them. But never hogging
the limelight, never going solo. He hated guys who did the one-
man show thing. As a freshman, he got a lot of respect from the
teachers and the kids. The coaches, too. More respect than I
got when I was his age.
At that point, we'd stared at each other and had our private
thoughts, I guess.
"How can you be sure?" he said, looking like he might cry
again.
"Be sure?"
"Yeah, that you won't move out."
I could tell he was tense--he blushed really bad.
"Um--" I said, at a loss for words, "you can tie me to my bed
so I don't leave." I had this big grin.
It must've been catching, because Damy broke out laughing.
"Okay, I'll get the ropes." He giggled at his own words like
he couldn't believe he'd said that. It *was* weird, even joking
about it, that he would agree to tie me up or that I would let
him. The tension disappeared.
"That's better," I said, rubbing his hair. Damy stood up.
An odd shape caught my eye and I looked at my brother's
pants. There was a tent in them.
"Shit, you ARE gonna jerk off," I said like I didn't believe
him before.
Now *I* was blushing. I didn't think it was right to talk
about another guy's dick--especially my brother's. And I was
looking right at his bulge.
A red face and a stare was his only answer, not counting the
little pole pointing in my direction--not all that well hidden in
his thin pants. Damien didn't like underwear.
Big pause. He stared at me. I stared back. As hard as I
tried, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
I know what *I* was thinking. When I was 14, I hated
sneaking around, looking for a place to jack off--scared someone
would just 'know' what I was up to. Somehow, my eyes went back
to the bulge in my brother's pants. Even though it was cloth-
covered, I felt I was looking at the real thing.
"Yeah . . . I am . . . really gonna," he said, blushing but
not as bad as before. It floored me how he could just admit it--
like talking about jacking off was no big deal.
"Cool." I didn't know what else to say.
"You're looking at me there," he said, waking me out of my
thoughts.
"Oh--sorry. It's just that I never saw you with a--I mean,
never saw you . . . that way before."
I also never had a guy tell me he was on his way out of the
room to jerk off.
"You do it, too," Damien said like it was a fact carved in
stone. He untangled himself from me and went to the door.
I'd always wait till he was gone, but somehow he knew. I
guess by the time you're 14, you know everybody does it.
Fourteen seemed way in the past to me, even though it was only
two years ago.
"Jerk off? Yeah. All guys do," I said to Damien, watching
him with his hand on the doorknob.
I tried to sound like it was nothing, but it *was* a big deal
to me. Private, too. I really liked my jerk-off sessions, and I
was embarrassed telling him I did it--even if he did already
know. For all the girls I dated, jacking off was my only sex. I
thought I did a good job having sex with myself, though. I hoped
my face wasn't too red.
"Really?" he said, suddenly very interested.
He walked from the door to where I was sitting on my bed. He
leaned forward with his hand on the bedpost, which put his tented
pants a foot from my knee. I tried not to look. But to a guy--
to *me* anyway--a hardon wasn't something you could just ignore.
It was something guys have in common and you can relate. When
you're boned up, you feel good--and why should he be the only one
feeling good?
"Yeah, really."
"Everybody does it? Even coach Hollimer?"
"It's Hollister, dickhead."
"I knew that. Him, too?"
"Probably."
"You're looking again."
"Yeah, well--don't get to see a bone in someone's pants too
often."
"I saw you that way once, Bri."
"When?"
"You were standing at your locker."
I was relieved. For a minute I thought he meant he saw me
naked with a hard-on.
"Oh, yeah. Guys get hard a lot--you should know that. I
never seen you that way before."
For some reason he was making me nervous--not the kind of
nervous you get when you take a test--a weird feeling.
"What about in the showers after practice? Don't you get to
see guys hard sometimes--you know, naked? Isn't that better
than--"
"I see that sometimes, yeah. But a tent is . . . I don't
know--a tent is different." I looked up at him. I must've had a
strange look.
"So what are you thinking, Brian?"
"Look--we're brothers, right?"
I felt my aggressiveness building as I made up my mind.
Damien just nodded. I was gonna put some spunk into him, no
matter what. "I do it. You do it. So why hide it? You can do
it here. I will too--promise."
He nodded the whole time like he was on automatic. Maybe if
he felt okay about doing it in our room, he'd stay put more. It
would be a relief, too--we could be more relaxed and not have to
hide it.
"Do it? Right now?" he said, grinning, blushing, but testing
my word.
"Um, well . . . . Yeah, okay, I guess." He didn't know it,
but he'd trapped me. There was no way I could say 'no.' That
would mean my word was worth shit.
"I'll beat ya!" he shouted, rushing to his bed.
That was Damien. Everything was a contest.
I threw off my pants and boxers and got on my bed, right
across from his. I took off my shirt, too. I always jerked off
in the nude. It was sexier that way. I showered like all the
time and put on fresh clothes, so I was never embarrassed to take
of my shoes and socks in front of anyone.
"God--you're naked. You're hard, too!" Damien said.
"Yeah--well, bones are catching." I looked over to him and
saw that he did beat me--he'd already unzipped and whipped it
out.
"I guess you're right."
"Hey--those are your school pants. Take 'em off."
"Why?" he said, defiant now.
"'Cause I don't feel like doing extra laundry, bone brain.
You'll make a mess on 'em. Now take 'em off or I'll take 'em off
for ya!"
"You won't do that. You can't make me," he said like he was
eight years old.
He knew that would get to me. I saw his dumb little victory
smile. Well, he wasn't getting a victory over *me.*
"Oh, yeah I CAN, you little twerp!" I said, pouncing on his
bed, undoing his belt and pants button.
"Ah!" he screamed like a little kid struggling to get away.
"Come on, Brian--quit it!"
I half stood up for more leverage, bending over his bed,
reaching under him to grab his belt, and started pulling his
pants down from the back. But Damien resisted, pressing himself
tight to the bed.
"If these pants rip, it's your fault, Damien Matthew Crolin!"
My stubborn little brother just laughed.
I had to pull hard and lost my footing just as I got his
pants halfway down his butt. I fell forward. My head landed
right in his crotch and his hardon ended up against my face. I
froze with my hands on my brother's ass and his dick on my cheek.
I hate to admit I was scared, but it did shock me and I wasn't
sure what to do.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered--like he felt big trouble coming.
He knew he was in the wrong by trying to jerk off with his
clothes on. Especially his good pants. Now, he'd made me fall.
Not a good thing.
I had imagined all kinds of situations in my jack-off
fantasies, but never a dick in my face and my hands on a guy's
butt. Damien put up a good fight. We had to catch our breath.
"Fuck," I said, echoing him. Then his dick twitched. I was
still hard as a rock, and my dick jumped just then. I suppose
that was catching, too.
Why I didn't get up, I'll never know. Besides everything
else, my chin poked his balls. I was suddenly on sexual
overload. My cock ached, my brother's dick kept jumping back and
forth on my face, and I was never so fucking horny in my life.
Just knowing it was a dick--a hardon that was touching me--
meant someone else was horny as I was. All of a sudden his cock
felt good--way weird, but good, somehow. And it wasn't some kid
from the neighborhood or some stranger. It was my brother, my
14-year-old brother who'd just told me he wanted to jerk off.
"This is nice," he said, his voice shaky but real casual,
like he was talking about the weather at the beach. What was he
thinking? I was shaking.
I wasn't sure if I thought it was nice. But damn, it sounded
like my little brother getting the same ideas I was getting. I
was break-off hard.
"Is this nice, too?" I said, moving my head up and down,
rubbing his dick with my cheek. I was glad I didn't have a beard
yet--that might hurt him. What was *I* thinking?
"Yeah," he said, sounding all sexual.
I had some nerve to be doing this to a 14-year-old. And my
brother, no less. But I thought this was a fun way to tease him
and it did feel good.
I was shocked at my thoughts, but then I figured a body is a
body, and if it's horny, that's sexy. And if another body is in
the same room and horny too, that means there's at least a part
of a connection between the two people.
I completed the connection my sliding my brother's dick in my
mouth. Then I *was* sacred. But what a rush!
"Oh, my God . . . . Oh, my God!" he screamed, his voice going
high. "That's awesome!"
I don't know why I did that, but I never thought it would
feel good to do it. The taste and feel of him were fantastic.
And his little hot-rod throbbed in my mouth, big time. I swear
it made me so horny, I thought my cock would blow right off.
My little brother was at the height of passion now,
surprising me with his grown-up reactions--his moans, squirms,
and the little sexy sounds he made.
If anyone saw me with my twerpy brother's dick in my mouth,
my life was over. I thought of turning him on his side and
spanking him to cancel the sexual part, but I couldn't bring
myself to do it. I was stuck. But with us being brothers, the
flesh I had in my mouth was part mine, and when I thought of
that, something changed in me.
I wasn't shocked anymore, I was desperate. I couldn't wait
for Damien to shoot his load on my tongue so I could taste his
cum--and get it over with and make him suck me so I could get
off. I thought that would be a trip--standing tall to my full 5
foot 10 inches, looking down and watching my little brother on
his knees so his mouth could make love to my cock and take my
load.
"Are you . . . mad at me?" he said, sounding so meek. I
couldn't get mad at him for saying something so stupid.
I shook my head. This made his boner poke my cheek.
"That's hot," he said, his thin voice all breathy. He put
his hand on my cheek where his dick just bulged it.
I felt a jolt of something go through me when Damien touched
my face. When his left hand did the same on my other cheek and
he rubbed it, my balls tightened right up. My little brother
that I gave all kinds of shit was making love to my face with his
hands. My cock was doing all the thinking and it liked the feel
of this.
"You're gonna make me come," Damien said, wiggling his whole
body, not sounding too sure of himself.
That did it. I made up my mind and slid off him for a
second.
"Yeah, I'll make you come, twerp," I said, sliding back down
his little pole. Actually, he was bigger than I thought he'd be.
All I knew from hearing the guys talk was to keep my teeth
out of the way. And I stuffed his hard meat into my mouth again,
pumping the thing that suddenly interested me. Inside, I was
shaking, not believing I was doing this.
Pretty soon I got into it, sliding my lips and tongue up and
down a real live bone. Ten minutes before, I never gave his dick
a thought. Now I was sucking it. I slid my hands under his
butt.
"I'm gonna come!" he said, all shaky as he squirmed a lot
more.
"Mmmm!" I said like I couldn't wait for that to happen. I
just pulled his ass up, pushing the last bit of brother cock
through my lips.
"Ahh, God!" Damien shouted, his cum streaming a cannon blast
to my throat. There were three more strong shots, and a lot of
smaller ones, until I had to swallow him. I didn't think about
that until after I did it. I tasted my own before. His tasted
the same.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit--do it again, Bri!"
"No way! It's my turn to come."
This made little bro sit up and stare at me like I'd just
told him they dropped the big one.
"Um--well, okay," he said, turning on his side.
He shocked the shit out of me when he took half my cock into
his mouth. I guess he figured I was asking for it and he
couldn't say no.
"Aw, FUCK yeah!"
"God, you're big," Damien said, sliding off me. "Hot, too."
"Fuck," I said, weak from the sudden intense feeling he gave
me--and freaked that he'd said I was hot. But my cock was
starving. "Don't stop, man."
And he didn't. He went back to it.
I wiggled and squirmed and screamed through my climax, just
like my 14-year-old brother did. I don't know how many times I
shot, but I pumped a lot of hot 16-year-old cum down his tight
little throat.
It wasn't until I stopped coming when I realized he'd had his
hands on my butt.
"Shit, that felt great, Damy. The feeling was so strong."
"Was it the best?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
"Felt awesome when you got ME off!" he said, all wound up.
The way he put it--got me off--it was like 'in my face' that
I'd sucked off my little brother. I was either gonna turn away
from it or toward it.
"So you liked it," I said.
"Yeah!"
"I loved it, Damy."
"You liked the way I made you shoot?" Damien said, looking
like he held his breath, desperate for my answer.
"Hell, yeah. But I liked the other part, too," I said, going
for it. I was taking a chance--but the way he sucked my dick,
rubbed my chest, touched my ass--it wasn't too big a chance.
"What other part?"
"I liked . . . your dick in my mouth," I said, suddenly
wondering if it was a good idea to say that.
"Oh, man!" he said, looking at me with a huge look of
surprise on his face. I guess he never expected that answer.
"Yeah. I did you, and got off on it." I turned away from
him and gulped. When I looked again, Damien was smiling.
"I . . . got off on it too, Bri. It was awesome when you
shot in my mouth."
"You shot like a man, twerp," I said, grabbing my brother's
cock, making him squeal like a little boy. He was soft, and
touching him had a different type of sexual feel--like I knew I
could change that, and make him grow.
"Okay, do it again," he said. The energy between us was
different now. The rules had changed because of what we'd done.
"Suck my balls, first," I said, commanding him. My face
flushed asking him that. I had to get used to the fact that I
could demand sex from him now, but it still embarrassed me.
"I'll . . . think about that," Damy said.
I knew he was playing with my head. I loved forcing him to
do things, but I had a gut feeling this was different.
I thought about what I'd do. I could grab him and do a power
play and stick my balls in his face--my usual bullshit--getting
my own way by force. I decided not to.
"Please?" I said softly, making Damien grin.
I'd never asked him to do something and then said 'please.'
It was like we both knew I just put him in the power position. I
liked it--because we could take turns with that, and I could use
it to bring more maleness out of him.
Our eyes locked, and this time it didn't make me nervous. It
made me want his mouth and his cock at the same time.
"You know you're the hottest kid in school," little bro said.
I didn't know, but I believed him. My cock was suddenly
throbbing.
"Yeah? Are you sure?" I said smiling at him. This time I
wasn't challenging him.
He stared at my eyes and I think he found a new calm there
--a steady look of approval instead of a challenge. He stared at
my dick, bouncing with my heartbeat in the final stages of
getting desperate.
"Yeah, I'm sure!" Damien said, grabbing his dick and making a
dive for my balls while I watched his 14-year-old dick spring a
boner.
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DAD-SON INCEST STORY
13. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender; Loving) Hot! [very popular]
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 12, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
A dad struggles with his attraction for his 14 y/o son.
Email me if you'd like more on this story.
I enjoyed writing it so far. (Thank you, Art.)
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
14. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far
--I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
15. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
16. Howling from the Reform School Basement
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- Second post APPROX. June 9, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
17. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
18. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
Stopped due to lack of interest (email).
LAST POST DATES good as of Oct. 13, 2006, and
may be off by several days **either way.** ACTUAL
POST DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thank you,
Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@yahoo.com