Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2012 16:55:48 -0500
From: T.E. Miso <theeroticmisogynist@gmail.com>
Subject: Middle Brother Part 1

STANDARD DISCLAIMER:  This is a work of erotic fiction.  The characters and
event depicted here are complete fantasy and any resemblance to actual
events is purely coincidental.  The author does not condone child abuse in
any form, and encourages people to practice safe sex.  If it is illegal for
you to view materials of this nature in your country of origin, or you are
not yet the age of majority, please exit this story now.  Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is my first submission to Nifty.  It is part of a series about
three brothers stranded in a cabin together.  This first section is just a
warm up.  Should I continue?  I love feedback, so let me know what you
think: theeroticmisogynist@gmail.com


	With a delicate squishing sound the small glass thermometer slipped
into the butthole of seven year old Connor.  He squirmed a bit with the
unfamiliar sensation of cool slick hardness slipping into what he
considered a very naughty place.  His older brother, Michael crinkled his
nose as the air in the small downstairs bathroom became rank with the odor
of unwashed boy.  With his shoes and socks off and his shorts bunched
around his knees, the chronically dirty Connor positively reeked of boy
funk.
	Michael tried to pretend he didn't like it.  He looked down at his
youngest brother's wiggling posterior, upturned now that he had the boy
bent over the toilet.  He gazed at the protruding bulb at the end of the
old fashioned thermometer and realized it was slowly sliding backwards as
Connor's wriggling discomfort caused him to clench.
	With perhaps just a touch more force that he needed, the twelve
year old pushed the tube back into the tight pink crevasse it was slipping
out of.  Connor whined softly and Michael clucked his tongue. "Hush Connor.
You gotta relax and let the thermometer work ok?  It doesn't take that
long.  Besides, you're the one that said you felt sick."
	Connor's tiny rump wiggled again, and Michael found he had to keep
the thermometer lodged between those cheeks constantly now.  Connor panted
once, "C'mon Mikey...this feels really weird...can't we use the forehead
one like back home?"
	Michael sighed. "No, I told you already, we only have basic stuff
here in the cabin.  This is the best we got."  Michael realized that the
thermometer probably had an accurate reading by now, but he was enjoying
the watching the pert buttocks writhing in front of him.  He felt a
tightness in his underwear which meant he was probably going too far, but
he couldn't resist just a few seconds more.  In fact, he probably could
have found a perfectly good oral thermometer if he hadn't stopped looking
the moment he found the rectal one.  His heart was still pounding as he
exercised this reasonable excuse to get his brother's rank little body
nearly naked and in a small space with him.  He took a deep breath, masking
it as an exasperated sigh, and felt the heady musk of dirty boy fill his
lungs and pump throughout his entire body.  He felt hot and nervous.
       He licked his lips and gently tugged on the slender instrument.  As
soon as he encouraged expulsion, it rushed backwards quickly and fell down
through his fingers into Connor's bunched shorts. The smooth glass surface,
slick with the Vaseline he had dipped it into, proved difficult to fish
out, but finally he raised the goopy tube up to read it.  He frowned and
looked down at Connor who was looking back over his shoulder expectantly,
his mussed red hair obscuring one of his green eyes.
       "99.9.  It's a little bit high.  I think we better take it easy for
the rest of today ok?"
       Connor's head bobbed up and down compliantly.  Michael knew this
meant he was either genuinely sick, very tired, or just looking for a good
excuse to be still without having to give up his reputation as the demon
spawn of a crack whore and the energizer bunny.  Either way, Michael knew
he would likely enjoy the becalmed brat, and he ventured to reach down and
pat him on one of those perky cheeks.  "OK, clean yourself up and then it's
strictly TV and hot soup for you!"
       Connor grinned back at his older brother.  Michael was pretty
serious most of the time, but there wasn't anyone he wanted to be lazy with
more than the somber preteen.  He wasn't silly and wild like their eldest
brother Jeremy.  But Jeremy wouldn't ever just sit down with Connor like
Michael would, and after running through the woods around their cabin all
day, Connor was definitely wanting some serious cuddle time.  As Michael
patted him on the rump he felt warm and happy.  He put on his saddest,
sickest eyes and laid his head back on his shoulder.  "Mikey...I don't feel
good...can you make me cleaned up?"
       Michael's mouth went dry as his adorable stinky brother asked him,
voluntarily, to spend more time close to that anal aphrodisiac.  He
swallowed once and put his hands on his hips, giving the younger boy bent
helplessly over their toilet a mock stern glare.  "Are you SURE you're too
sick to wipe your own butt?"  Connor had only recently learned to take care
of himself after using the restroom, but the little boy often tried to
convince his brothers to help him like they used to.
       Connor let his lower lips slide outward almost imperceptibly and
nodded silently.  Though his face was the perfect mask of pathetic
innocence, he felt his heart beat faster in his chest as Michael knelt down
and used his knees to push the younger boy's legs further apart.  He loved
it when Michael looked at his bottom.  It made him feel tingly all over.
He slid back a bit, the cool toilet seat below him grazing his belly button
as the motion caused his shirt to ride up his body.  He relaxed and let his
lower back drop down so that his slender little rump pressed up even
further towards Michael.
       Michael's blood was rushing in his ears as he leaned down closer and
gently took one warm pillowy butt cheek in each hand.  He had done this a
hundred times before, but every time it made him tremble.  He was aware
that Connor had his head craned backward, watching his every move.  Both
boys were silent as Michael examined the now exposed valley that ran
between those precious little half-moons.  It always surprised the older
boy what a dynamic contrast there was between the lily-white skin of the
butt itself and the brilliant deep pink of his crack.  Michael imagined it
was a combination of beautiful ginger genetics and the young boy's own poor
hygiene which left his softer places just a little aggravated and inflamed.
This time the pink channel glistened with slick petroleum jelly, and
Michael spread the cheeks wider, watching the light dance on the slimy
residue.
       As he let go of one of those cheeks with his right hand, he didn't
even realize he unconsciously reached between his own legs to adjust
himself before unrolling a liberal section of toilet paper.  Shifting his
hands, he used thumb and pointer finger of his left hand to splay open that
plump valley as he wrapped his right middle finger in white paper and began
to gently swipe at his brother's buttcrack.  Connor giggled nervously and
reached one hand back to help his brother and spread his cheeks further.
"Be sure and do a good job Mikey ok?"
       He was always fascinated by the look on his older brother's face
when he was staring at his little butthole.  He didn't understand why it
made Mikey act funny, but he liked that his bottom could get a rise out of
his stoic sibling.  Michael's face was flushed slightly now and he was
staring intently at Connor's backside.  Connor stifled an amused giggle as
he felt his own boyhood beginning to stiffen.
       Michael made a few more swipes at the reddened entrance and then
dropped the soiled paper in the wastebasket.  He patted those cheeks again,
hard enough to produce a distinct slapping sound in the small bathroom and
said cheerfully, "All done!"
       Connor frowned and pushed his bottom back a little more, "Are you
suuuurrre Mikey?  Make sure and check real good ok?"  Michael licked his
lips again and smirked at the insistent boy.  He made a show of rolling his
eyes and leaned down further so that he was on all fours behind Connor, his
face level with that precious posterior.  He knew he shouldn't let Connor
talk him into this game anymore, but he couldn't help it; when the brother
and the boner agreed he was outnumbered!  Using one hand he gently spread
that crack wipe again, the heat from that hole almost tangible at this
distance.  Cleaned of Vaseline, that spread orifice released near toxic
levels of boymusk.  It smelled of sweat, and dusky earth, and willow trees.
Michael leaned in further, under the guise of getting a closer look, and
felt his nostrils flare uncontrollably as they sucked in that sweet secret
scent.
       Feeling the warmth of his brother's breath waft over his exposed
hole, Connor found himself holding his breath.  If he was very still,
sometimes Michael would do secret things to him that felt amazing, but that
they never talked about.  He held very still, green eyes riveted on the
brown hair of his brother's head slowly moving closer to his hole.  He
shivered only slightly when he felt the tip of his brother's sensitive nose
actually graze the wrinkled skin of his pink pucker with the softest of
touches.
       Michael, his eyes closed, had begun to sniff his brother's ass like
some other boys sniff markers.  He didn't even realize how close he was
until his nose impacted the epicenter of that ambrosia.  He froze, waiting
for his brother to protest, but when the boy said nothing and didn't move
at all, Michael convinced himself that Connor probably hadn't noticed, and
relaxed a bit, the aching preteen erection in his underwear throbbing
painfully which each beat of his thudding heart.
       Connor's hole twitched unexpectedly as the excitement of forbidden
sensation finally crested and that musky rosebud nibbled insistently on the
tip of Michael's nose.  The sudden movement seemed to break the spell and
Michael sat back, still staring longingly at that winking wonder.  Connor
smiled back over his shoulder.  "I'm I all clean?"
       Michael reluctantly let that jiggly little cheek fall back into line
with its twin, concealing once more the bright pink streak that ran between
them.  He nodded once, "You got a butthole so clean you could eat off of
it."
       Connor giggled again and wiggled his butt back and forth.  "Nu-uh!"
       Michael grinned and smacked his brother square on the rump. "Honest
able.  Whole dinner right off your hiney."
       Connor giggled harder and completed the last phase of their unspoken
secret game by shouting, "Prove it then!"
       Michael knew the next part wouldn't last long, but it was thrilling
every time.  With a feigned growl, like a deranged muppet on a children's
program, he dove on his brother, his hands running wildly over his small
torso, fingers digging into all the tender spots, causing Connor to thrash
and squirm and squeal.  Then those hands found their way back to those
plump cheeks and spread the channel wide as Michael pressed his hole face
into his brother's upturned butt and made sloppy grunting noises like he
was devouring a three course meal off that twitching pucker.  Connor's
giggles became louder, and higher pitched, but his body was still while his
brother's ravenous assault continued.  He loved to wet wild feeling of
Michael's face grinding up and down his buttcrack.
       Just as Michael came back for air, and dove back in with another
feigned roar, the doorway to the bathroom banged open loudly.
       "Hey dweebs!  Hurry it up, I gotta..." But sixteen year old Jeremy's
words died in his throat as he saw his youngest brother bent over the
toilet, pants around his knees, with Michael's face buried completely in
his tiny white ass.  Jeremy's face broke into a half-grin as he stepped
into the bathroom and closed the door.

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