Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:35:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: traumarei <traumarei@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Brother

Little Brother
by Traumarei

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.


I'm gonna go straight to hell when I die.

I'm Mark. I'm 15. I have a little brother named Rob. He's 11. We get along
well enough. He tags along and annoys the shit out of me a lot of
times. Still, it's kinda nice having someone around who thinks I hung the
moon. God knows my parents and teachers don't. Let alone the girls at
school, who won't even give me the time of day.

He's there. He's part of the landscape. We get along.

I was home after school one day, getting ready to lube up my cock for some
personal attention, ya know? I still feel kinda guilty about it, even
though the books I looked at said it's pretty normal. I guess it just kinda
reminds me what a loser I am. I feel really, really horny until I cum, and
then I'm kinda disgusted about the whole thing. I mean, it's like spilling
rubber cement on yourself. Just a mess. I've thought about tasting it
sometimes, but no matter how hot it sounds while I'm jerking at it, once
everything's over, it just seems gross.

Too bad I was feeling horny that afternoon, when I walked past Rob's room
and heard some funny noises. I looked inside.

He was lying down on his bed, on his back. It looked like he'd been reading
one of his comic books, cause it was open, facedown, on the bed next to
him. He wasn't looking at it now, though.

He was pressing one hand against his jeans, right on top of his prick. It
looked like he was trying to push up into his hand. It also looked like he
didn't know for sure just what he was trying to do.

I don't think I'd ever seen that look of lust on my little brother's face
before. It did something to me.

I went inside. He looked at me, startled, and jerked his hand away from his
front.

Aha, I thought. He may not know what he's doing, but he doesn't want anyone
to catch him doing it.

"So, little bro."

"Mark." He looked up at me, his face all innocent looking. He runs a good
con on Mom and Dad with that face.

"Looks like you were trying to have some fun with your peter."

Deer caught in headlights. "Uh, well, I, uh." He stopped.

"Want me to show you how it's done?" Inside me, something was saying, what
the hell are you doing? This is your little brother. But that part of me
was being pushed to the back by how horny I felt. Evil-Mark was in control.

Rob's eyes got big. "What do you mean?"

"Shuck your shorts." He looked at me oddly.

"Take off your Levis. Your undershorts, too."

He did it. I wondered a bit what was going through his head, but then
decided I didn't care. Any other thoughts would be driven out soon with the
way his body would be feeling.

In a minute, he was sitting on his bed, pants and undershorts off, legs a
little apart, prick sticking up at about a 45 degree angle. Yeah, he was
hard all right. I pushed him back gently onto his back, then wrapped my
hand around his prick. He drew in his breath, whether from the way it felt
or from his surprise at having someone else's hand there.

"You had sex ed last year in health class, right?" He nodded. "You read
about how a guy's prick gets hard and goes inside the girl?" He nodded
again.

"You can make your prick feel a good feeling with your hand, like it does
when it's inside a girl." I gave his a stroke up and down. His mouth
opened, but he didn't make any sound.

"It feels really good. It's called jerking off, or masturbation. Even guys
your age can do it." I pumped on him again, and he wriggled his hips a
little. "Best part is, you can't get a girl pregnant doing it." I grinned,
and he snickered a bit, which was the reaction I had wanted.

"There's lots of ways to do it," I said, softly stroking his balls and
prick just with my fingertips, without moving his skin at all. "You get to
find out the way you like it best. It's great to try different ways at
different times.

"It's especially nice if you can get something slick to lubricate
yourself." I pulled my hand off, dripped some saliva into the palm, and
wrapped my hand back around him again. He gasped as I started moving it up
and down in the classic pattern. "This is the way most boys do it. Do you
like that?"

"Ye--yeah," he gasped. His cheeks were blushing, a bright fiery
red. Looking down at my hand, I could see the little red tip of his cock
poking in and out of my hand as I stroked back and forth. It looked
obscene. Inside a part of me wanted to scream at how perverted I was. Evil
Mark just laughed and smirked and thought this was the greatest thing I'd
ever done.

I picked up the pace. Soon he was getting close. I could tell because he
started breathing all ragged and making little sounds, like he was trying
to make words but couldn't think straight enough to get them out right. He
stretched out his legs really stiff, and his right foot started bouncing up
and down like crazy.

Then he was there, and I could tell because he was arching his hips up off
the bed and saying "Unh, unh," like it hurt, except that the look on his
face said it was the greatest feeling he'd ever had. I could tell from the
way he squirmed that his prick had got all sensitive as soon as he hit the
top, but it looked like he was too carried away with how he was feeling to
actually ask me to stop. So I kept rubbing him all the way through, just
cause I could and because I liked to watch him squirm. For about a minute,
he was completely out of control.

After it was over, he gave me a brilliant, kinda sleepy grin. Then he
pulled me down onto the bed with him and snuggled up next to me, which
wasn't something he did very often but only sometimes when he was real
sleepy. He closed his eyes, and looked like he was going off to sleep for a
quick nap, still naked except for his shirt and his socks.

I wasn't sure what to do. I was still hard cause I hadn't come. Then he
started pushing back against me, just where my hardon was. I groaned.

He giggled. "Feels like you haven't jerked off yet." He paused. "I remember
that older boys, they shoot sperm when they come. Can you do that?"

"Yeah." My voice was deep, as Evil Mark figured out where this was going.

"Can I see?"

I pulled away from him, pulled down my pants and undershorts, and pulled
out my prick. I'm six inches, an inch or two longer than Rob, and a lot
fatter. Besides, I have a full bunch of pubes, which he doesn't have,
except maybe one or two about an inch long.

He rolled over and sat up, eyes intent on my prick. It was all the
encouragement I needed. I pulled off my shirt as well, then started slowly
pulling on myself. As I went, I twisted some on my shaft, which I really
like doing.

I was already pretty close. In just a couple of minutes, I was shooting up
all over my chest, and even onto my chin, breathing hard.

Now that I'd cum, Evil Mark withered up and slithered away, leaving the
rest of me behind to realize just what I'd done.

Rob reached forward with one finger toward my chest. "I wonder what it
tastes like." I quickly batted his hand away. In my mind's eye flashed a
quick vision of Mark's mouth, sucking on one finger and with a bit of my
cum dripping down his chin. I felt like throwing up. The really bad part
was I could tell a little bit of me was actually interested, because I
could feel my cock twitch.

I grabbed a couple of kleenexes and cleaned myself up. I did my best not to
frown, cause I didn't want Rob to think I was mad at him, even though my
brain was busy telling me just how fucked up I am.

"Wow! That was great!"

I looked at him. There was a big grin on his face, and his peter had
plumped out, like he thought it was cool watching me shoot. I tried to
smile, but didn't succeed very well. "Glad you liked it."

"Can we do it again?"

I stammered something and escaped to my room.

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I jacked off three times that night. I'd get to thinking about my little
brother, and his hard little prick, and the look on his face when he hit
the top, and I'd get all horny again. After, I'd think about what a loser I
was, perving on my little brother. I hated myself for what I had done. But
it didn't stop me from getting hard again.

Each time after I felt worse than the time before. This was my little
brother. He liked me. Loved me, even. He was the one guy in the whole world
who I'd never really screwed up with. And now I do this. I'm such a shit.

After the third time I went looking in the medicine cabinet for Mom's
sleeping pills. I woulda taken them too. Too bad there were just two of
them left. I put the bottle back.

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Things didn't seem so bad the next morning. Rob was a grump at the
breakfast table, but that's normal. It takes two bowls of that crap cereal
he eats before he's ready for the world. I don't know what my folks are
thinking, letting him eat that stuff. I swear there's more sugar than
everything else put together. 10 minutes after he's done with the first
bowl, he's bouncing off the walls. Shouldn't that be a clue? Luckily, I'm
off to school by then and don't have to see it. Let his first period
teacher deal with Hyper-Rob.

Anyway, though, things seemed pretty okay with him the next morning. I even
got a smile and a half-wave from Rob as I was taking off. Seemed like he
didn't have a problem with what we'd done.

And I got to thinking. After all, it was just jerking off. Not any big
deal. I mean, if I'd found him and one of his friends going at it with each
other on the bed, I'd of laughed at them and closed the door. Why was this
so much different? It's not like I hurt him, in fact he liked it. It's not
like we were gay or anything. I was just helping him out with figuring out
how to jack off.

Once I worked that out I felt a lot better, though I still felt kinda
guilty about the whole thing. I told myself that I shouldn't worry so much
about what had happened. After all, it wasn't like it was gonna happen
again.

Yeah. Right.

That lasted until a bit after I got home from school. The middle school
starts and stops later than high school does, so I was home before him. I
was sitting at my desk with a book open, trying to think about my algebra
homework, but I couldn't help worrying some about how he would act toward
me now.

Then I heard a noise at my bedroom door, and I looked up and saw my little
brother's grin. It was the same grin I'd seen on his face the day before,
and I knew that he was more than okay with what we'd done. And my stomach
tightened, and I felt happy that he wasn't mad or upset. And I knew that he
wanted to do it again, and I was pretty sure I was gonna give in. And I was
excited and happy about that too, even though it made me feel like even
more of a pervert.

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So that's how it I earned my one-way ticket to hell.

It's several months later. Things have changed a little bit. Most days, Rob
has friends over after school. Mostly, they just seem to play video games
all the time, though I can't help but wonder if they get up to other things
too. And I have to get my studying done after school, so that's not a good
time for us to get together.

Instead, Rob crawls into bed with me at night a lot of the time. He gets
naked. He rubs up against me until he comes. Then he sighs, gives a big
smile, and goes to sleep. Sometimes I give him a hand job. He likes that.

Mom and Dad don't know. I don't wanna think about what they'd do to me if
they find out. I guess they'd better not find out.

I'm still pretty sure I'm not gay. When I jack off, mostly I still think
about girls. Except that sometimes I think about Rob, now. I try not to do
that so much.

I don't think Rob is gay either. Someday he's gonna discover girls, I'm
pretty sure. When he does, I'm sure he won't have any trouble getting them
to pay attention to him. He's a handsome little dude, and awfully
cute. Girls go for that.

So far I haven't let him jerk me off. I don't know why for sure. He's asked
a couple of times. Maybe it's cause it doesn't seem so much like me taking
advantage of him if he's the one getting off.

I really shouldn't be doing this with him. I know it's pretty sick that I
like doing this so much. I love the horny look he gets on his face as I'm
stroking him off. I love the way his jaw drops open and his eyes get big
when he gets off. I love the way he gets all sleepy and cuddly after he
comes. I can see lots of ways this could end really bad, especially if I
get to liking it too much. But no matter what I say to myself before, I
just can't say no to him when he shows up in my room, all big grin and
naked body and squirming all over me to get himself off.

For right now, it's awful nice.


Author's Note: Poor Mark! All mixed up inside his head. What do you think
is going on inside Rob's head? Stay tuned...


(c) 2008 by Traumarei. All rights reserved.

Other Nifty stories I've written:

- Good Friends (Gay: High School)

- After School (Gay: Masturbation)

- Borrowed Time (Gay: High School)

- Middle School Empath (Gay: Science Fiction or Fantasy)