Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 16:00:34 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Happy New Year, Big Brother!

		       HAPPY NEW YEAR, BIG BROTHER!
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I was crouched at the foot of the stairs, peering around the edge of
the doorway to the living room where James was having his New Year's Eve
party. A small number of guys and girls in the semi-dark, paired up,
kissing and hugging and rubbing against each other in the dusk of the
lowered lamps. Where was James?
     Over against the wall with his girlfriend, Zoe. He had been dating her
since well before Thanksgiving, he had spent the day after Thanksgiving at
her house, he had bought her a really great Christmas present. And now it
was New Year's Eve, and according to my brother's conversations with his
buddies, time for her to put out for him. He was going to "get his stick
dipped" one way or another, he bragged to them. "She's going to be moving
like a bobble-head on my dick by midnight."
     What had made me curious was that I had seen my fourteen-year-old
sister listening while James was on the phone to his friend, bragging. She
had spied on him and I had spied on her spying on him, and I had
wondered. Was big brother going to get lucky tonight after all? He did have
the house for New Year's Eve (at the cost of babysitting me while Mom and
Dad attended their own party, but as for me, I could be put to bed at ten
o'clock and told to stay there). Or would Sis put a bug in fifteen-year-old
Zoe's ear about what she'd heard my sixteen-year-old brother say about her?
     James' hand went up to Zoe's breast and cupped it, and her hand
immediately came up and lifted it away again, and James groaned in
frustration and continued to whisper urgently to her.
     Only four couples left and as I watched James continue to try with
Zoe, two of those got up and left. It was after midnight, and they had cars
to go to, motel rooms booked for the night, bedrooms they could sneak into
and be alone, or other places where they could consummate the new year,
alone and away from prying eleven-year-old eyes such as mine, or the
sixteen-year-old eyes of their friends about them.
     While I was distracted by the final two couples (were one of them
having sex right here?), I heard a loud slap. Zoe had landed one right on
James' face. His sixteen-year-old face turned bright, beet red, and he let
go of her. She went over to one of the girls on the couch and spoke,
"Sarah, let's go home. Now!"
     The other girl argued, but gave up, got up and she and her boyfriend
left with Zoe. The other couple were short on their heels, and big
brother's New Year's Eve make-out party was dead in the water at
twelve-thirty at night.
     James was understandably furious. He had spent a heck of a lot of
money on Zoe, every spare penny he had and that's not much for a teenaged
football jock with no spare time for an after-school job. He was into me
for almost twenty dollars for Zoe's Christmas present and I wasn't going to
see that money any time soon.
     He was standing in the middle of the room, his fists clenching and
unclenching. He was looking around...turned...and saw me. "What the hell
are you doing out of bed, you little brat?"
     "I couldn't sleep." I said truthfully.
     "Well...get back to bed. I gotta clean up here."
     "Want me to help you?"
     James paused. "Okay, squirt. You get the trash can out of the kitchen
for me."
     "I ran in and grabbed it from under the sink, it was medium full, but
I lugged it out like that. James put in his bottles (a six-pack of beer and
some colas, not enough to let anyone get drunk by any means). I watched
James' body as he was putting in the bottles, his muscles were what I
wanted to get when I got older.
     He straightened up and I saw something else about him, and I
giggled. "Hey, you got a woodie in there." I pointed at his crotch.
     James looked down and maybe the lateness of the hour and the need to
unload to someone made him say it, "Yeah, that bitch Zoe wouldn't follow
through with me. Damn it, she was supposed to put out for me tonight. She
was going to! I don't know why she didn't."
     "Ask Jane." I said.
     "Jane?"
     "She overheard you on the phone to your buddies. The bobble-head."
     "And how do you know that?"
     "I was listening, too." I admitted.
     "You're a nosy little brat of a little brother, you know that."
     "Uh-huh." I said.
     "You were watching me, huh? Wanting to see big brother score tonight?"
     "Yeah." I admitted. "I thought you were going to for sure."
     "Well, you just saw that when it comes to women, nothing is sure." We
had picked up the rest of the room by then (they hadn't made much of a
mess, making out tends to leave everything pretty much in place), and James
said. "Thanks for helping out."
     "Sure thing." I grinned up at him. "Want some more help?"
     "With what?" James was genuinely puzzled.
     I grabbed his crotch. "With this." I said.
     "Jesus, Shawn!" James was startled as hell. What sixteen-year-old guy
expects to have his eleven-year-old brother's hand on his crotch? "You know
what you're saying?"
     "You wanted Zoe to make like a bobble-head on your dick." I said. "I
can do that. Can't I?"
     James looked down at my hand on his crotch and his frustration and all
that money spent on a girl who had bolted combined. "Maybe you can, little
brother." he said softly. "Maybe you can."
     "So show me how to make like a bobble head." I said to him.
     "You don't know?"
     "Nu-uh." I admitted. "Is it like playing with a wienie?"
     "Yeah." James said. "But...let me teach you then, little brother."
     I grinned at him. This was what I'd been waiting for. "Okay." I said.
     "Let's go up to my room." James said. "Mom and Dad will be home from
their party before much longer."
     "Yeah." I said.
     James' room was something I'd only seen a little of now and then. He
didn't like me spying inside it, and had a lock on it to keep me out. That
lock turned when he and I got inside, but now, I was on the inside!
     James laid back on the bed, hands at his belt, tugging it open. When
he got his pants open, the tent in his briefs was huge, the tip of it clear
from his precome pouring out. God, he had gotten so hot trying to get Zoe
into bed, no wonder he was so ready to take a proffered blow-job from his
little brother!
     James tugged the briefs down and tucked them under his balls. "Come
on, little brother." he gasped out. "Jesus, I'm so horny now, I'll let you
learn how to suck my cock."
     "Suck it?" I said.
     "God, you're stupid!" James sneered the way only a big brother
can. The same way, he immediately switched to contrite. "Sorry. You know
how to jerk a dick, right, using your hand?"
     "Yeah."
     "Well, this is the same, only using your mouth. You have to use your
lips to work it up and down. And get some spit worked up in your mouth,
too, that helps. And watch your teeth."
     This didn't sound all that easy, all that stuff to remember. I
gingerly leaned over and put my lips on James' cockhead. When my lips
touched his glans, he groaned and said, "Ah, yeah, little brother, now you
got it. Just like that. Now, get your spit going, and work your way down
it. Treat it like a big, fat candy sucker."
     A Tower Pop? Of course! Those huge columns of candy were just like
James' cock in shape, though smaller. Still, I knew what to do on them. I
treated James' dick like a Super Tower Pop (they didn't make those anymore,
those were the size and shape of James' cock, which I guess was why) and I
got an inch or two of his shaft down and my lips gripped and I pulled
upwards just like I was sucking all the sweet candy goodness out of that
Tower Pop.
     And James moaned. "Oh, yeah, Shawn, you're a natural cocksucker,
little brother. You just keep doing it like that."
     Shucks, this was easy! I began to work my big brother's cock faster
now that I knew how, and my mouth watered without me trying to make it do
it, I was skinning his pud back and forth and James was moaning and gasping
under me.
     Make like a bobble-head. NOW I got it! I was a bobble-headed little
brother and I was bobbing up and down on James' sixteeen-year-old cock, and
it was like that, up and down as fast as I could while I held on tight and
nursed that prick for all I was worth. My neck hurt from the movement, and
then my lips began to get tired.
     "Ah, ah, shit, yeah, little brother, you're a good cocksucker. You got
my cock really humming now, little brother, you keep it up and you're going
to suck all that creamy goodness right out of it. You want that, little
brother? You want my cream right down your throat, little brother? I got a
whole lot of it, and it's about to squirt!"
     "Mm-hmm." I murmured my assent around his sturdy teenaged cock and
James moaned and his hands caught my head and he began to hunch at my
face. Now my lips were still getting tired, but I could rest my neck, all I
had to do was hang on.
     James' prick was driving in and out of my young mouth, my lips were
bruising against my own teeth, but from the way James was groaning, I knew
I wasn't going to have to keep it up much more.
     "Here it comes, Shawn." James gasped out. "Here comes that creamy
load, little bro, you ready for it? You ready to take it?
     "Mm-hmm." I said again and when I did, James keened, a long, low moan.
     "MMMMMUUUUUHHHHHHKKKKKKHHHHHH-HNK-HUH!" and with that final sound, he
gave me that "creamy goodness" he'd been promising.
     It didn't taste like cream. But it was hot and thick and it was
filling my mouth. It was more like the flavor of heavily-salted fish, if
you had turned salted fish into a liquid so it would squirt out of a
tube. With James' hands on my head, all I could do was take and drink it
down like he wanted me to do.
     I gulped hard as I could and that first set of big-brother juice went
down my throat, and as it did, I felt something strange stir in me. A
tingling in my crotch like nothing I'd felt before. Oh, I'd played with my
dick, and it was like that...but different. I didn't have to touch myself
to get this, it was all building up from within.
     And more of James' hot boy-juices poured into my mouth and I gulped
again and the sounds of James' moans redoubled as my mouth worked and
sucked at his cock as he shot his wad and I drank it down, and that feeling
got stronger.
     James' leg was near me, I shifted and got my own legs straddle of it,
and my cock was now against James' leg and as James continued to unload the
sort of come-packages that only a teenaged boy can give you, I began to
hunch at his leg just like a dog had done to me, once, and as I did, that
tingle in my crotch built up and I shivered as my own younger climax struck
me. I shot a little bit into my shorts then, not any kind of load like
James had, but a little one that stained my pants.
     James felt it, too. Gasping, his hands released my head and he rubbed
my hair instead. "You came on my leg, did you, little brother? Just like a
damned dog, huh?"
     "I didn't mean to." I said.
     "That's okay, sprout." he said, and I was proud to hear that
particular nickname. It was better than "brat" or "doofus" or "dumbass" or
any of the other nicknames he used on me when he was mad at me. When he
called me "sprout," it meant I had done good.
     So I giggled and said, "You okay now, James? Did I make a good
bobble-head on your dick for you?"
     "You sure did." James said.
     "Better than Zoe?" I pressed him.
     "I don't know, I never got her to try it." he said. "But you were
really, really good."
     "Thanks." I said.
     "Mom and Dad will be home soon." James said. "You'd better scoot back
to your own bed. They're going to look in on you, you know."
     "Yeah." I said.
     I got up and as I unlocked the door, I said, "Uh, James."
     "Yeah, sprout?"
     "Can I do that again, maybe tomorrow night?"
     James grinned at me. "I'll leave the door unlocked. Just slip in after
Mom and Dad are asleep. I'll be waiting for you."
     "Great!" I said.
     "Oh, and little brother?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Happy New Year."
     I grinned back. "Happy New Year to you, too, Big Brother."
     "Now get the fuck to bed, squirt."
     And I scampered off to my own room.

				  THE END
		   Comments, Complaints or Suggestions?
		    Send E-mail to Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM.
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM