Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2005 00:41:24 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Go Wake Up Your Brother" story

			  GO WAKE UP YOUR BROTHER
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I was running around the house early that morning, my race car in my
hand, racing it around every corner and up and down every wall and
table. That car could drive anywhere! I was making race-car noises, too,
not "Vroom!" but more like an actual race car, "RRRAUMMM! RRAUMM-RRAUMM!
RRRRRRRRHHHH!" I finished with my race course in the living room, the
couch, the coffee table, the lamp and the bookcase and was ready for the
next set of obstacles...the kitchen!
     Mom was inside there fixing breakfast. She and I were the only ones up
just yet, as usual. I ran my car around under her bunny-slippered feet and
she turned and nearly tripped over me.
     "Kyle!" she shrieked.
     "I'm sorry, Mom." I said.
     "You go play in the other room." she said. "I'm trying to fix
breakfast."
     "Okay." I said, getting to my feet. At my age, not quite six years
old, I only came up to the tie of her bathrobe.
     "Go wake up your brother." she said to me. "I swear, that boy sleeps
sounder than anyone I know." She was talking about Scott, my
seventeen-year-old brother.
     "He snores, too." I giggled. I turned my race car into an airplane and
went running out, going, "RRRRRRRRRR!"
     I just heard Mom behind me. "Should have done that a long time
ago. Kyle can make enough noise to wake the dead."
     I just giggled when I heard that. My "plane" went up the stairs, doing
loop-de-loops now and then. "RRRRRUHH! RH! RH! RH! RUUUUHHH!!"
     But when I got to Scott's door, I stopped, silenced, opened it up
slowly. He might be awake, and if he was, I wasn't allowed to go into his
room. If I woke him up, though, I could point out it was Mom's idea for me
to do it.
     I could have called from the door, but I wanted to go inside. I don't
know if you remember from when you were a kid, but your older brother's
room is...magical! All kinds of stuff I wasn't supposed to touch,
ever. Things like his letterman jacket he'd gotten last year. Those big
white shoulderpads he wore under his football jersey. His old jersey, too,
worn and with a couple of holes around the seams, but he still wore it a
lot. If I could spot it and he was still asleep, I would put it on and just
feel it on me a while...then wake him up!
     Scott was sprawled on his back, mouth open, eyes closed. A low
"rrrruh" sound slipped from his throat, a rumble of low tones. I hoped my
voice would get that low when my voice changed.
     His jersey was on the floor, a red-and-yellow mass, I undid my shirt
and put it down, and picked up Scott's precious jersey. God, the strong
smell of it, smelling of old sweat and grass and mud and the young man
inside it, who had filled with so much vigor and energy and strength and
happiness that it wafted over me as I slid it onto my shoulders. It hung so
loose, it nearly fell of me, I had to tug the neck-hole way down my body to
make the collar snug around my neck. Then I just scooped up that mass of
cloth in front of me and I pulled it up and I breathed in. Mmmm!
     If Scott caught me doing this, he'd kill me! I reluctantly pulled it
back off and went over to do my duty to wake up my brother.
     "Scott? Scott? Mom says it's time to get up." I said, very seriously.
     Nothing. Not even a change in his tone, still that soft "rrrruh!"
noise.
     "Come on, Scott, you have to get up now." I said a bit louder.
     "Scott? Scott? Scott! SCOTT!" I screamed that last one.
     Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
     Time to try shaking him awake. I screwed up my courage (my timidity
was equal parts memory about the times he'd taken me down while we were
wrestling for some reason, and part something approaching worship. Scott
was everything I wanted to be some day, to touch that body that I wanted to
be, to violate his presence like that, took a good deal of courage. But I
reached out one small fingertip and pressed it to his shoulder, wiggled
it. Then again. Then my entire hand. It was like shaking a sack of
potatoes. You moved it...but it didn't make any real difference.
     "Scott? Scott?" I said while shaking him harder. Like a lump.
     More drastic action was called for. I considered him, lying under that
big, warm blanket, all snug and comfortable. Yeah!
     I snatched hold of that blanket from the foot of the bed and I yanked
it off, hard! It came down with a "whoosh!" of soft cloth inhaling and
expelling air, and the covers were off the bed, only a corner was held by a
combination of being tucked under the mattress and caught on one foot.
     Scott wasn't wearing his underwear to bed! I looked at him completely,
stark nekkid!
     I looked and then I snickered. "You're buck nekkid, Scott!" I said,
teasing him. "I'm going to tell Mom on you!"
     Nothing. Scott was still asleep. I looked at him, his chest rising and
falling in slow, even movements, and then I looked at the rest of his
body. Remember, this was the body I wanted to have one day for myself, one
just like my big brother's! His arms were a lot bigger than mine, I wanted
my arms to bulge out like Scott's did. His chest, too, was so much bigger
than mine, even allowing for our difference in sizes. His stomach, though,
was nice and tight, nearly the same as mine even though I was so much
smaller. Everything about Scott was so much bigger than mine...
     And he had hair, too, more than mine. I only had a few white hairs on
my arms, Scott's was darker and heavier, especially around his peter. He
had a lot of hair there, nearly as much as he had on top of his head. I
didn't have any around mine.
     And inside that his peter looked...weird. I peered closer at it. All
kind of wrinkled and dark-looking. My own peter was the same color as my
body, but Scott's was quite a bit darker.
     I wondered if it was bigger than mine, I mean, speaking in terms of
our different size. And while I knew Scott worked out with weights to make
his arms bigger, I wondered how he made his peter bigger!
     Since Scott was sound asleep, he didn't wake up to me screaming at
him, shaking him or yanking off the bedcovers, why would he wake up at me
touching him a little bit? Right? So I got up onto the bed (nope, Scott was
still asleep) and reached down and grabbed hold of his peter.
     I was just trying to see how big it was, honest, and it was all
scrunched up there. I pulled it out straight and it was long, really long!
"Wow!" I said softly. It was a lot bigger than mine!
     And it was getting bigger! Right in my hand, all pulled out, it was
getting fatter and fatter!
     "Grnnnnhh!" Scott said and I looked up quickly. His head tossed back
and forth, but he settled down and his eyes were still closed. Now his
wienie was stiff as it could be, and even when I let go of it, it sprang
upright, just like a little toy soldier or something, right up out of my
brother's bed of hair.
     I reached out and got hold of it again. "Wow!" I said again,
softly. It was so warm! And hard, harder than anything I'd ever felt, but
that hardness was all wrapped up in a thick soft coat of skin that was like
the skin of a cat or something, all loose and if you want to, you can move
it back and forth and not bother the cat at all.
     I moved it back and forth, just to see what it felt like. I knew what
it felt like for me to do it to my own, it felt real good. Very nice and
kind of tingly, sort of, and if you kept it up, it would feel real, real
tingly for a moment. Enough to really make your day!
     Scott let out a soft sighing sound. Hey, this was waking him up! All
right!
     Mom told me to wake him up. All the regular stuff didn't work. Why not
wake him up and also get him in a good mood by playing with his peter?
     I figured he wouldn't mind. I didn't mind when my friends wanted to
play with mine! Heck, it was why we slept over at each other's houses so
much! So I kept right on pumping him up and down and up and down and Scott
was moaning softly. I wondered if he'd wake up, and when. I'd tried it on
my friends when they were asleep, it didn't matter to them one way or
another. But the way Scott was moaning, maybe he was feeling something.
     A wet, sticky stuff got onto my hand and I looked down at it. A clear
gunk had come out of the slit on Scott's wienie and gotten onto my hand. I
pulled my hand off, switching to the other one, and the sticky stuff made a
long string across from my hand to the top of his dick, and I looked at it,
curious. What was this stuff? It wasn't pee, I was sure of that, pee is
just funny-colored water, and it wouldn't be all thick and gooey like this.
     The string of the gucky stuff snapped and it got all over my palm. I
looked at the center of my palm had a kind of a drop-shaped glob of it,
shining away. Curious, I lifted it up to my face to sniff it.
     It was the very essence of Scott in that glob, more so even than the
smell of his football jersey. Without thinking about it, I licked at the
glob, and it tasted the way Scott tasted to me. Not that I've tasted my
brother, but it was like it was him, all of him, bundled up in that little
droplet.
     I scarfed the rest of it off my hand, licking and sucking at
it. Looked down at that huge, pulsing pud in my hand, it was kind of
reddened now, and I wondered how it was feeling.
     Scott moaned and in his sleep, he hunched up into my now-still hand
holding him, and that clear fluid bulbed out of his tip and gleamed at me.
     I had to have more of it, I had to. I bent over and I got the head of
Scott's dick into my mouth and I sucked on it blissfully. God, it tasted so
good, I wanted more of it, more and more!
     I skinned down his cock with my hand and back up again and more of
that tangy, salty, sticky essence of my big brother gushed into my mouth. I
sucked it up greedily and when I did, my brother began to hunch upwards
into me again, sliding his dong in and out of my mouth.
     I started using a combination of my mouth and my hand on Scott's huge,
hot prong, sliding my hand up and down and letting that head slide back and
forth, in and out of my mouth, the edge of the head running over my lips in
both directions, and Scott groaned louder and he hunched even harder. I was
getting more of that delicious juice, it was kind of like sucking a frozen
pop-bar, you sucked it and some came out and what was left felt dry, but
soon enough, if you kept at it, you'd get more sweetness as more of it
melted. It was like that, but instead of his cock melting, it was producing
more and more of that salty, musky juice that tasted just like my
brother. Scott's peter was really hard now and he was really moving it in
and out of me, and I wondered if he was even asleep anymore.
     I knew he was awake when he grabbed hold of my head with both hands
and began to force my head up and down, his moans were sounding kind of
urgent, like you do when you have to use the bathroom but are stuck in the
car and your dad won't stop for you to take a piss, and you have to hold
it, and you moan and whimper. Scott was whimpering just like that, but
instead of wanting to get up and go to the bathroom, he wanted to bury his
dick in my mouth deeper, and move it, faster, faster and deeper, faster,
faster.
     "Uh-guh, uh-guh, uh-guh!" Scott grunted as he rammed in and out of my
mouth, his hands were so tight that they kind of hurt, but I was used to
Scott using his hands to hurt me, but not really hurt me, you know, the way
that an older brother holds you down while he's wrestling you, this was
like that, I was uncomfortable, but I wasn't scared at all, just sort of
had to put up with it until he decided to let me go. From the way he was
grunting, I figured that would be pretty soon. Whatever was going on with
him, he was about done with it.
     "Guh, uh, guh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Scott grunted to me. I didn't
know what he meant, coming? That didn't make any sense!
     "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh, here it comes, AH-BAHHH! HAH! HAH!"
     And my mouth was suddenly filled with that hot salty stuff I'd been
sucking out of him, now it was thicker than ever, and it was actively
squirting out of his dick-tip into me, I gulped it down and more would
shoot into my mouth, and I'd gulp again, and it was good, even better than
before, because it was stronger than before, it was like crunching down on
that frozen pop-bar so you could get all the sweet flavor at once!
     Lots and lots of Scott-juice and I gobbled it all down avidly, even
when he stopped squirting it out, I sucked on him trying to get more of it,
and he lay back and let me suck him dry as I could, getting every lucscious
droplet of that stuff out of him, and Scott was panting and sweaty and
very, very awake.
     I let go of him and sat up on my knees in bed and said, "Mom said it's
time for you to get up."
     "Get up! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Scott heaved. "Kyle, you little bastard,
you! Do you even know what you did?"
     I giggled. "I got something out of you, and it tasted real good!" I
licked my lips. "Can I have some more?"
     "More?" Scott panted. "No, not now. Jeez! What the fuck did you just
do?"
     "I played with your peter." I said. "And it got all hard and then this
sticky stuff came out. I tasted it and I liked it, so I sucked out some
more. I got a lot more out of you."
     "You sure did, Christ!" Scott groaned. "You sucked me dry, you little
brat!"
     I snickered. "Can I have some more?" I asked again.
     "Later." Scott breathed, swallowed hard, gasped, said, "I get home
from school, maybe. But you can't tell Mom or Dad, okay?"
     "Okay." I said, sort of mentally shrugging. Scott had lots of secrets
from Mom and Dad, and from me, too. Of course, I usually told on him when I
learned them.
     Scott read my mind. "You tell Mom and Dad, and you can't have any more
of my jizz."
     "Your what?"
     "Jizz, come, cream, that stuff you sucked out of my dick." Scott
clarified.
     "Ohhh!" I said, understanding and nodding. "Okay. Mom wants you to get
out of bed." I said again.
     "I'll get up, I'll get up." Scott said. "Now scoot out of here. I got
to take a shower after all that, I'm sticky as shit."
     "Breakfast will be ready soon." I said. "You'd better hurry."
     I went downstairs and Mom had the first batch of flapjacks ready for
me. I poured syrup on them and then Dad came down dressed in his suit and
tie, and he got the second batch.
     "Where's Scott?" he asked Mom, who looked at me.
     "I woke him up." I volunteered, my mouth full of syrup and
pancakes. "He's taking a shower now."
     "Taking a shower?" Mom said. "He's usually still in bed at this hour."
     "Uh-huh." I agreed, grinned widely. "I learned how to really wake him
up."
     Scott came in about then, clean and dressed for school. "Yeah, the
little creep got in bed with me and wouldn't leave me alone." he said. "I
couldn't sleep for beans with him in there."
     "Good." Mom declared. "Kyle, you can wake Scott up from now on, okay?
Maybe then, Scott can get to school on time."
     I looked at my brother and the slow smile that spread over his face. I
grinned back at him and then at Mom. "Okay, Mom." I said. "Every morning
from now on."

				  THE END
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