Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2003 00:30:11 -0800 (PST)
From: dcooper <dcooper@ziplip.com>
Subject: Greg and Jake Part One (The Bribe)

DISCLAIMER
This is a story about sex between two underage brothers. If this sort of
thing offends you or is illegal where you live then I would suggest you
stop right here. Please do not read further if the above applies to
you. Feel free to distribute this story given that it remains in it's
original format and unedited. This is my first attempt at a story and would
appreciate all comments and suggestions you may provide.


GREG AND JAKE
PART ONE (The Bribe)
by TOBEY


     Greg walked up the street leading home from the neighborhood
basketball court. He had been playing all afternoon and decided he would
head home for a while. His sweat-drenched t-shirt clung to his body as he
strode up the hill leading home.

     "Gweg, wait up!" a small tyke yelled from behind, hoping the older
would listen. The legs of the blonde-haired boy did their best to catch up,
but the unlaced strings of his Spider-Man shoes slowed his progress. "Wait
for me!" he yelped again.

     Ignoring the distant pleas, Greg didn't answer. He tried ditching his
annoying 8-year-old brother as often as possible. Jake was practically a
second shadow. When he left earlier to play basketball, the little brat had
followed him to the court.

     Keeping his pace, Greg reached the porch of their house. The old
shack's blue paint was pealing off and a faint gray undercoat shown
through. It's all their mother could afford since their father left. A
minute later, Jake finally caught up.

     Jake came into the living room to see Greg on the couch. "Why didn't
you wait fow me?" he asked before wiping his nose on this t-shirt.

     "Why you gotta follow me everwhere? Fuck!"

     "I was not! I wanted to come home and watch cawtoons!" Jake flopped
down on the carpet in front of their small television and turned it
on. Laying on his stomach, his shirt crawled up revealing his smooth back
and the elestic of his boxers. He giggled at the colorful antics on the
screen as his feet waved in the air.

     Greg watched his kid brother become entranced by the show. He couldn't
stand that innocent smile of his. Or the way the hair on his head always
stuck up in all the wrong places, looking cute. Everything about the little
brat just bugged him.

     Just then, the boys heard the front door open.

     "Here boys, I brought some pizza. I'm pretty sure it's Pepperoni,"
Jane spoke to her sons as she shut the door behind her. "And Greg, don't
start. I know you like Sausage, but it's the only delivery we had returned
tonight." Jane was the night manager of a pizza parlor uptown.

     "Here, fix your brother a plate," she said to Greg. They all gathered
at the kitchen table. One of it's legs had been replaced with a creative
use of plywood.

     "What? He can fix his own plate. He's not a baby, mom!"

     "Don't talk back you little bastard! Get him a slice like I said." She
almost yelled, quick to anger as she was.

     "Yeah, yeah...," Greg whispered under his breath, defeated. He handed
his brother a slice on a plate.

     "Yaaaay! Thanks!" Jake celebrated as he took a large bite, his legs
swinging beneath the chair.

     Greg sat quitly eating his food. He suddenly remembered his bed. He
and a friend were jumping around on it yesterday horsing around when it
broke. When his mom saw it this morning, she got pissed.

     "You're sleeping with your brother tonight, Gregory. Until I can get
the money to fix that bed of yours."

     "What? But mom, Jake pees the bed!"

     "Nu-uh!" Jake quipped.

     "Not in the past few months, I think he's finally outgrowing it. So I
don't want to hear your complaints. Now, go get ready for bed. You two have
school tomorrow."

                                  ***

     Jake hopped onto the bed, which was nothing more than a matress on the
floor and a pile of tattered blankets. He was naked, save for a pair of
plaid boxers which were too big for him, it was a pair of Greg's old
ones. They hung on his small hips, almost sliding off.

     Giggling, Jake scrambled under the covers next to his brother.

     "Be quite dammit, you little pest," Greg said angrily. He lay his head
on the pillow, facing the wall. He couldn't stop thinking about today at
the basketball court.

     He was up against Joey Maise, a 14-year-old from down the block. The
fact that Greg was smaller than most boys his age didn't make it
easier. Even though Joey was a year older and on the school basketball
team, Greg beat him in a one-on-one match last week.

     Greg's ex-girlfriend Jennifer was sitting in the bleachers with her
friends, watching the game. She broke it off with him a few days ago, the
day after they had sex in her bedroom. He wasn't exactly sure why, but
being the snob that she was, Greg thought it might be a money thing.

     Luck wasn't on Greg's side this time, and he lost the match. Soon
after, Joey and Jennifer left the court together. "That bastard!" he
thought to himself. He watched as his enemy walked away with the tight
young ass that was his just days before.

     Unable to sleep, he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pants
pocket next to the bed. He withdrew one and his father's lost zippo
lighter. Click. Click. Greg's face was made visible by the glowing cherry,
it seemed to pulse as he took his first drag. His brown bangs hung over his
eyes, just above his pug nose. His thick lips sucked on the butt of the
Marlboro. A steady line of smoke flowed up into the pitch dark.

     Jake began to stir in the dark. Rolling on his side, he turned toward
Greg. "Hu...? Gweg? What, don't smowk in my bed!," the child demanded.

     "Oh, shut the hell up. I'll do what I want." Greg took another drag.

     Jake said nothing, a sad expression crossed his face as he returned to
his pillow.

     Laying in the bed, Greg's mind was swimming with images of Jennifer,
and he started to get horny. He reached under the covers with his free hand
to fondle the soft cock hiding inside his boxers. He hadn't jacked off all
day. Usually he had the privacy of his bedroom to do as he wanted, but not
tonight.

     Slowly stroking his now hard dick, he looked at the small body of his
little brother next to him. In the quiet night, Greg's hormones got the
best of him.

     "Jake."

     "..."

     "Jake.."

     "Hu...?"

     "Hey, you want a drag of this?"

     Jake was surprised by the offer. His brother never let him try his
cigarettes. One time, Greg caught him with one in the backyard and beat the
shit out of him.

     Jake's eyes got wide. "Yeah!" He started scooting closer to his
brother.

     Greg looked as his brother's face. He knew that Jake wanted to be just
like his brother. To do anything he thought was cool. He was gonna use this
to his advantage.

     Jake put his left hand on Greg's chest, as he tried to balance himself
to reach the cigarette with his right hand. Greg looked down, he saw into
his brother's boxers. His small circumsized prick dangled freely under the
fabric, shiny with sweat from the summer heat. He could smell Jake now, as
close as he was. Some mix of bubblegum and pizza sauce. Greg licked his red
lips as he stared as his brother, all the time Jake's eyes were glued on
the cigarette.

     "Uh uh uh, little brother. What you got to give me, hu?," Greg grinned
as he spoke the conniving words quietly.

     Jake thought for a second. "You can have my Electwic Caw mom got me
Gweg. Come on!" He reached further into the air, unable to touch Greg's
hand. Reaching as high as he could, his other hand began to slid down
Greg's stomach, inching closer to his now rock-hard cock. It ached under
the covers. Greg's heart began to beat faster.

     Greg stuck the cigarette in his mouth, taking another puff. "Hey! I
know something you could do for me!," Greg said, trying to sound like he
had a sudden epiphany.

     Greg reached down and tossed the covers off of him, revealing a large
bulge in his boxer shorts. Jake sat back, wondering if Greg was going to
get up. Greg's hands pulled his boxers down, his five-inch dick slapped up
against his stomach.

     Jake had seen his brother's dick hard before once. Jake walked in on
Greg in his bedroom one morning before school, and saw Greg playing with
it. Chuckling, he fleed before Greg could react. But now he was
face-to-face with the beast, and with nowhere to run. He had a developing
patch of brown hair on his pubic mound, with an almost hairless ballsack,
which hung only slightly.

     Greg's face wore a sly grin. He started to stroke his cock slowly as
he spoke, "Here, put your hand on it."

     Disgusted, Jake spoke, "NO Gweg, I'm not gway!"

     "Come on, I won't tell anyone."

     "No way Gweg. That is nasty, you awe gwoss!"

     "Fine, then you aren't getting any of my smokes!"

     Greg took another puff of the cig, a big one. He mocked his brother,
seemlingly in ecstacy as he enhaled the smoke. He lay this way for a while,
smoking in silence.

     Jake lay nearby, thinking over his decision. He wanted his brother's
acceptance badly. He wanted to be like the big boys, smoking under the
willow tree by the campfire durring their summer trips. Hesitant for a
second, he bagan to rethink his decision. After all, he was curious what
all the fuss was about, his brother talked about his cock all the time with
the neighborhood boys.

     "K Gweg. K I will do it, but it will be a secwet!"

     Greg just knew his brother couln't resist. Now he would get his dick
sucked. Not by the girl he wanted, but at least it was something. He would
train his brother to be a good cocksucker. The little tyke may have a use
afterall, he figured.

     Greg folded his hands behind his head and spoke, "Get to it then. Come
on, put it in your mouth like that porn video of Dad's I showed you
before."

     Jake inched toward's his brother's pulsing cock. It was cut, just like
his. The shiny coat of precum on his dickhead reflected the light of his
cigarette.

     Laying his head on Greg's flat belly, he reached his hand out and
lightly gripped the shaft with his tiny fingers. The head was large and
wet. Jake thought it looked kinda like a heart. He pulled it towards his
mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked the tip. A string of liquid trailed
from Jake's mouth as he lapped slowly on his brother's cock.

     The taste hit him, and he backed away. "Eww." he said as he licked his
lips, a sour look on his face.

     Greg's moan subsided, he looked down at Jake disappointed. "You'll get
used to it. Now, get back to work. You're gonna drink my cum if you want
any of these cigarettes."

     Reluctantly, Jake returned to his duty, not sure what his brother
meant by 'cum'. He licked all around the head, and Greg's body squirmed. He
put the whole head in his mouth and sucked on it like a lolly pop.

     "Oooohhh... yeah... mmm", Greg whispered. In the dark Greg heard only
the suction of his brother's lips as it slid up and down his pole. He
reached for Jake's head and ran his fingers through the unkempt mop.

     "Put more in your mouth. Come on." Greg felt the little hand circle
his cock and the tight wet mouth slide further down his dick.

     "Faster. Use more suction." Greg said firmly. "And go up and down on
it."

     Jake's head bounced up and down wildly, his brother's slick cock
invading his virgin mouth.

     "Uhh! That's it, suck it you little fag." Greg's heart was racing
now. He always had dominance over his kid brother, but never like
this. Never to this level. It was really turning him on now, just thinking
about who was sucking his eager teen cock. His brother, the one person that
envied him most. "Play with my nuts too. Oh yeah, ...god yeah!"

     Steadily Jake continued sucking his brother's rock-hard dick. His eyes
were closed, and a trickle of saliva was running down the shaft,
lubricating his ballsack. Jake caressed Greg's balls with his hand, jacking
the shaft he couldn't fit all the way into his little mouth with the other.

     "You like this, doncha, little fairy. That's it... yeah... don't
stop." grunts made their way out his mouth in between words. His eyes were
glazed over.

     Greg knew he was about to cum. He didn't want Jake to pull away at the
last moment, so he grabbed his brother's head with both hands. He pushed
himself deeper into Jake's throat. Jake started to gag and struggle, but
Greg wasn't about to let go. It was just too good.

     "Uhh... uhh... ahh... here it comes!" Jake felt Greg's cock twitch and
expand, then his mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of hot
juice. Swallowing as fast as he could, there was nowhere else for the
liquid to go. The thick cum was like nothing he had tasted before.

     Greg's muscles loosened up, and finally he released the grip on his
brother's head. Jake sat up, and gulped down the last mouthful of cum, and
licked his lips clean.

     "What was that? You peed in my mouth!"

     "Hahahaha... you just had your first taste of cum. Hell, more than a
taste! You shouldn't be hungry for a while." Greg snickered as he grabbed
for his smokes. He took one out and put it in his mouth.

     "Hey! Okay I did it, now give me mine!" Jake's eyes suddenly got wide
again.

     "Yeah, yeah. Here," greg tossed a cigarette at his brother. He quickly
snatched it up, and let Greg light it for him. Bringing it to his wet lips,
he inhaled.

     "*COUGH COUGH COUGH* hey... *COUGH* pretty good!" the kid heaved and
gasped for breath in-between drags. His small sweaty body sat indian style
next to him, as if they had just been talking this whole time. He couldn't
believe just how easy it was to convince his brother to blow him.

     Greg smoked quietly in the bed, his cock now limp and satisfied. He
could make out his brother a little in the dark now. The cigarette cherry
illuminated his soft round face as he puffed away. A splotch of cum was
still visible on his chin. In the haze he pondered rather he needed that
bitch Jenny anymore afterall.


END PART ONE


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loosely based on real people and events, but not myself. If you've had or
know about similar experiences, I would love to hear from you.
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