Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2003 18:54:56 -0500
From: The Masked Writer <maskedwriter@direcway.com>
Subject: Brother's Keeper...Part One

Please Note: none of the events in this story are true, nor are they based
on actual events in any way.  Any similarities between this story and
actual events is purely coincidental.  Please do not read this story if you
are under the age of 18 or are disallowed the reading of erotic based
material in your state, or if you cannot respect the literary rights
allowed to people as a whole.

(((I'd like to dedicate this to my friend Thomas who gave me the thumbs up
on sending it in, despite certain situations.  Thanks!! )))

I swear, I will do anything you want, just...dont tell mom and dad. These
have got to be the worst words that a younger brother could ever EVER utter
to his older brother. It is a code between brothers that one will live in
slavery and gratitude to their older brother until he sees it fit to either
tire of his brother, or rat him out anyway. These words kept buzzing
through my mind as I walked back to my room...what had I done? I smacked my
forehead and pushed open my door, only to walk over to my bed and flop
down.

Puberty had been pretty rough for me already, because as I began to get
those "urges" I began to get another "urge" that had me rather nervous. I
liked to look at boys quite a bit, not that I had an aversion to girls,
but...I noticed that my cock got hard watching boys now too...but then I
guess it always had when I really think about it. So when my brother forced
me into slavery as he had, I surely wasn't too thrilled about it, and all I
could think of is Oh God, what is he going to make me DO? These are the
thoughts of a 13 year old boy as I laid upon my bed...these were the
thoughts that maddened me.

I hadn't been entirely clear on what I was thinking this morning anyway as
I stopped outside my brother Michael's room. The door had been ajar about 3
inches, and as I approached the door, I noticed that my brother was jerking
off. I remember being amazed at how big it was, actually licking my lips at
the sight of it...which indubitably caused a stirring in my own pants, and
I had reached down to rub my cock through my thin pajama pants. As I had
watched Michael pulling and stroking and eagerly massaging his cock, using
his free hand to slide a finger adeptly up his ass, just rubbing my boner
through my pants wasn't enough. I reached inside my pajama bottoms and
without really thinking it through, I had my cock out and was stroking it
every bit as hard as Mike was. Mike was a beautiful dirty blonde haired,
tall, tanned and muscular 17 year old, who looked more like he was 21. He
had one of those looks that could land him in the next Calvin Klein
underwear ad, or something ilke that. I knew he was hot...especially now
since I found that the more my brother fingered himself in the ass, the
more I wanted to stroke my cock. I imagined myself fucking his ass, that
tight hole squeezing around my dick, and I closed my eyes, imagining it,
fucking my hand as I tightened it down like I thought Mike's butthole would
feel...

"What in the HELL are you doing Joey!!" barked Mike's voice, and my eyes
flew open, just as I was about to cum, which by the way, put a rather
painful stop to that. I had no idea what to say...

"Jerking off, " I said, sure, go for the obvious.

"You were watching ME Joey...You...I'm telling!!" his eyes flashed with
that certain way they always flash when Mike gets mad...but then, he's got
to be the prettiest angry man going...no wonder he gets laid all the
time. Mike was one of the cutest guys in school, and he was on the football
team. At 17, he had more pussy in his agenda than he could handle, but he
gave it his all to try.

And then I did it...

"I swear, I will do anything you want, just...dont tell mom and dad," I
said quietly, putting my dick back in my pants as I looked at the floor.

"Anything?" he'd said...oh there was a tone to his voice that definitely
scared me. I knew I was in for it. I would probably be doing his dishes and
cleaning his room until I was 80.

"An--anything," I muttered. It was then that I went back to my room. Its
like selling your soul to the devil.

So here I am, laying face down on my bed, blue-balls from hell and a big
brother cooking up plans for me in his room, and oh how I know I would pay
for my sin. I wanted to just die...or crawl under a rock and stay there a
couple years while he forgot about me. Mom and dad wouldn't be home until
Monday morning, so...I knew that Mike was going to have me working this
weekend. Boy when you're right you're right.

I think I might have laid there a half an hour or so before Mike came in,
pouncing on my bed. He gave me a noogie (which I hate!) and then sat up
against the wall, his head tilted back and he was grinning. I sat up too,
more than terrified of what his plans for me were.

"So...you liked watching me?" he said calmly, his eyes cutting over to look
at me. All I could do was nod, I mean, words were of no use at that point.

"Have you watched me before?" he asked now, eyes still on me. Again I
nodded.

"Have you ever been with a guy, Joey?" he questioned rather quietly, his
eyes quickly looking away, as if he really didn't want to know. Of course I
hadn't...but I had been thinking about it a lot, especially when I caught
my brother yanking it all the time. Usually I would watch him, then run
like hell back to my room and get my own rocks off, thinking of him. Never
ever had I tried to get off while I watched like I had this morning.

"No...I haven't" I said quietly.

"Want to?" he looked at me. His eyes were almost...hopeful.

"Yeah...at least once...just to see what its all about" I replied, looking
down a bit, knowing I was in for it now.

"Suck my cock Joey" he said rather plainly, as if he had trouble saying it
and just blurted it out. I blinked a moment, then looked up at him, staring
in disbelief at him. There is no way my brother just said that.

"I said--suck my cock Joe," he repeated, his eyes burning with...lust?
Whoa...I had to have been dreaming, maybe I would wake up soon. He added,
"You promised...anything I wanted."

I shrugged of course, thinking this was a dream and he would be waking me
up soon, so it didn't matter. I leaned over to him, propping myself up on
my elbows as I pulled his pajama pants down and realized that he was as
hard as a rock. So was I. As I pulled out his dick, I moved closer, then
slid my mouth down on it. It was the most exhilerating feeling ever...its
not every day that you get to give your hot brother a blowjob. And that is
just what I did, pressing my lips as far as they would go, his cockhead
unforgiving against the back of my throat, and now my cock was throbbing
harder than it ever had. I began to move my lips up and down his shaft,
sucking him with all I could muster...and I heard him moan and soon felt
his hands on the back of my head. My hot spit coated his cock as I began to
push his cock more and more into my throat...pressing it to the limit. I
gagged a little, but tried harder, and he seemed to appreciate that as his
fingers began running circles in my hair.

"That's it Joey...mmm...you know you're pretty good, " he panted, and of
course that gave me cause to try harder, because somehow I liked how his
voice sounded all breathy while I sucked him. It never crossed my mind that
all this was wrong because hes my brother...in fact, I think that is what
made it right.

I think the same thoughts were going through his mind as he began thrusting
upward into my hot mouth, grunting and sweating he fucked my mouth. I was
in heaven!!! His precum tasted so sweet...I wanted more and began to suck
greedily at him, while he buried his tool in my throat over and over. His
balls tightened and he whimpered "Oh god, Joey, Im gonna cum!"

I thought about it for a split second...take my brother's cum? Yes! That
was just how that thought pattern went and I pushed down hard, forcing
every inch of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. He tensed up hard,
body trembling and cock throbbing in my mouth.

"UNNNGH!! FUCK...OH YEAH!!!" he cried as he filled my mouth with his
steaming hot cum. I swallowed as much as I could, the rest came dribbling
out of my lips. He rested against the wall while I kept going, sucking him
completely. He whimpered and moaned, and finally, pulled me up by my head
and kissed me....hard...on the lips.

I kissed him back naturally, my hand seeking out his cock and stroking it a
little, while his hand reached into my pajama pants, stroking my cock
too. God it felt GOOD!!!

But of course, it was a pleasure that ended quickly as he broke the kiss,
and grinned at me "Not just yet little brother...not just yet." and with
that, he pulled up his pants and slid off my bed, leaving me in my room
with the hardest cock known to man. I took care of it of course, one hand
stroking myself as if my life depended on it, the other wiping the cum off
of my lips and then moving down to finger my ass. The fact that I was using
my brother's cum that came off of MY lips...well...that had me shooting off
quicker than I ever had...I painted the wall with a smattering of little
hot white globs. I laid there for a moment, then sat up, leaning to the
wall and licking them off. I decided from that point on that I tasted
pretty good, and I would try to taste it every chance that I got.

I heard my brother as he went to take a shower, so I decided that I would
go take a piss and see what he had to say to me. As I stood there pissing,
all he could say was, "Damn Joey...you're better than Melissa Burnaci"
which was a hell of a compliment because she was the best head in school
from what all the guys say. I beamed a bit as I shook my dick.

"Whenever you wanna do it again, just let me know..." I cant believe I just
told him that. I thought I was gonna die.

"Of course you will do it when I wanna...I own you now, remember?" He
laughed and so did I as I returned to my room. I wondered just how many
times I would give him head this weekend. I hoped as much as possible.

--Copyright September 2003...Masked Writer, D.E.S.