Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2014 19:23:21 -0600
From: theeroticmisogynist@gmail.com
Subject: Middle Brother Part 3

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This story is my first submission to Nifty.  It is part of a series about
three brothers stranded in a cabin together.  This third section is a
little more emotional and takes things to a more tender place.  I hope it
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When his cockhead had swollen Jeremy knew he was past the point of no
return, but the feeling of his little brother's orgasm ripping through his
body and literally pulsing on his tongue had been too great a sensation,
and Jeremy couldn't do anything but let his own orgasm rip through him.  He
even felt Michael briefly swallow his cock deep into his throat, which
almost triggered a second simultaneous orgasm for the undersexed teenager.
He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, "Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh my
fucking god!  Oh god!  Mikey?"

And as quickly as it began it subsided, the lustful spell temporarily
purged and brought to a final conclusion as Connor whispered simply, "Wow?"

*****

After several slick moments of sweating and huffing, the two elder brothers
slowly disentangled themselves from each other.  Jeremy let Michael's torso
lower gently to the floor, and watched his legs stretch out straight.  He
felt it strange the way he noticed the way Michael's toes curled as he
stretched.

For his part, Michael was still staying close to that half softened
fuckstick from which he had just nursed his first creamy load.  The flavor
still grew in his mouth, and he found himself swishing his spittle back and
forth, savoring the remaining taste unconsciously.

Both boys felt their insides shaking, and the intensity of their experience
now left them crashing into confusion and exhaustion.  Connor bounced up, a
clear little dickspear tenting his spider-man briefs which he pawed at in
unexpressed sexual tension as he said, "Do it some more you guys!  That was
so cool!  You guys shot that stuff all OVER each other!"

Michael, without the moist heat of his older brother's god-like body
hovering over him, could feel his own cum and what little of his brother's
had not shot directly into his mouth cooling on his own soft stomach.  He
was now biting his bottom lip as he lay there without knowing what to do
next, his sensitive nose still swimming with the afterglow of boysex.  He
let his head fall to the side, looking at Jeremy, who was stretched out
languidly on the pillows Connor had earlier used to build a fort.  That
massive uncut teenage cock was throbbing as it deflated slowly, and
Jeremy's abs glistened with sweat.  Michael swallowed hard and said
cautiously, "Connor?I?I dunno that we should play these games anymore."

Jeremy, whose own mind was racing as the lingering aroma of his little
brother's butthole on his upper lip invaded his nose, threatening to keep
his own boner from subsiding anytime soon, and the tip of his tongue buzzed
numbly from the ferocity he had driven it into that twitching pink ambrosia
with, laughed out loud as a sudden cruelty took hold of him.  He looked
over at Connor and snorted, "Yea Connor, Mikey's right.  We probably don't
want to risk his giant homo-ness rubbing off on you or me!"  He broke down
laughing, a sharp laugh that was meant to push Mikey, Connor, and most
importantly, his own frightening feelings away from him.

When Jeremy's comments cut the silence in the room, Michael felt an ache in
the pit of his stomach.  He felt miserable, and humiliated, with his
brother's reek covering him, his own semen drying like a sticky accusation.
Heat flooded his body, and tears welled in his eyes as he leapt to his
feet, throwing a finger at Jeremy and screaming, "I AM NOT A HOMO!"

Without another word, Michael vaulted the couch and ran, naked from the
room.  In a few seconds the sound of a door slamming echoed from down the
hallway.  Jeremy sneered and flipped his hand, trying to pass off his
little brother's hurt as weakness, "Pussy."  However, as he lay their naked
on the pillows, more satisfied than he had ever felt in his entire sexual
life, he wondered why he had been so mean, and when he saw Connor still
staring at him with wide eyes, he felt ashamed and crawled over to his
discarded boxers and slipped them on sheepishly.

Connor, who was very confused now, and still hard as a rock, looked down
the hall with a scowl, asking Jeremy, "How come Michael doesn't want to
play anymore?  I thought you guys were having fun?"

With a heavy sigh, Jeremy sat down on the couch, rubbing his finger over
his upper lip, trying to get the scent of Michael to stop wafting up to him
every third breath.  He needed a moment to think, to clear his head, but
soon enough Connor bounded onto the sofa and leaned against him, as he
always did.  Except now, the naked boyflesh felt alluring, and warm, and
when the seven year old's cotton-covered dickie brushed his bicep he
wondered how on earth he had never realized how sexual his brothers could
feel near him.  Already his neglected teen cock was beginning to fill with
blood, demanding more attention from Jeremy and the brother's he could
never look at the same again.  He finally looked at Connor, who could sense
the tension in the older boy and knew that something was wrong and had laid
his head on his older brother's shoulder, red hair tousled, and green eyes
looking very concerned, and said, "Well?little buddy?I think I messed up.
Maybe I shouldn't have called Michael a homo."

Connor nodded, "Yea.  I don't think he liked that.  What's a homo?"

Jeremy looked at Connor and felt silly in the face of his own possible
answer, "Well?homo is a kind of mean word for a boy who?umm?likes the
private parts of other boys."

Connor lifted his head up, clearly thinking, and then said what Jeremy knew
he would say, what Jeremy himself knew in his heart, "Oh?so?that makes you
and me and Michael all homos huh?"

Jeremy cracked a smile and ruffled the boy's hair, bringing him close and
pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, and noticing the musty boy smell
of his younger brother as well, with some interest now, and then said, "Yea
Connor.  I guess it makes us all a little homo.  We gotta keep it to
ourselves though ok?  Not even Dad can know or we'd be in big trouble and
we couldn't play anymore.  So you gotta promise not to tell.  Deal?"

Connor pursed his lips and said, "Only if you and Michael promise to let me
play too!  For real play.  I don't wanna be the referee anymore."

Jeremy frowned and turned his head away, "Hmm?I dunno?do you really think
you are big enough to play and keep the secret?"

Connor jumped up and down, "Yes!  Yes I am!  You'll see!"

Jeremy, sat very still as Connor became more and more agitated and then
lurched at the boy, snatching his small, pale body up and beginning to dig
his fingers under the boy's armpits and ribs, as the boy started a
shrieking giggle and jerked to get away, but only half-heartedly.  As he
tickled his squirming ginger brother he ran his hands over his slender
body, and then accidentally pulled the waist band of his spider-man
underoos down over his surprisingly meaty rump and gave him a quick smack
to watch the chubby cheeks jiggle.

After a moment or two he set the boy back, who was still half-giggling,
half-panting and ruffled his hair again, "Ok little buddy.  You can play
with us.  But I think I need to go apologize to Mikey, so you stay here
ok?"

Connor frowned but nodded, "OK?I guess so.  But you better come back so we
can play!"

Jeremy padded down the hallway, his half-hard cock, and a renewed sense of
affection and concern for his brother leading the way.  As he entered the
dim hallway, he looked at the doorways and saw that the only one closed was
the one into the bathroom.  He stopped outside the door and heard the
faucet running inside.  After a moment he heard a small hiccup from
Michael.  He knew the boy must be crying, and he felt his heart sink.  He
knocked on the door, "Hey?Mikey?  It's me?umm?can I come in?"

There was a pause and then Michael said, "Why would you want to?  I'm just
your dirty homo brother.  I might get gay on you."

Jeremy winced and twisted the nob.  It wasn't locked, but as he tried to
push it open he felt Michael push his body onto it quickly, "No!  I don't
want you to see me!"

Jeremy knew that he could force the door if he had to, but he sighed and
said, "C'mon Mikey.  I was just givin' ya shit.  You know I didn't mean
it."

Jeremy didn't hear anything for long enough that he pressed his ear to the
door.  He heard little sniffles coming from inside, and he felt a sudden
protective instinct flush over his body, and then the sinking guilt of
realizing what he wanted to protect his little brother from was himself.
He let his fist thud into the door softly, "C'mon Mikey?don't cry."

After another moment, Jeremy heard Mikey speak, but his voice was choked
and strangled with emotion he didn't know the twelve year old could feel,
as he almost wailed, "B-but?w-what if it's t-t-t-true Jeremy?  Huh?  What
if I'm your gross gay brother?!  Everyone is gonna hate me!"

Hearing his baby brother, the boy he had grown up with, played with,
laughed with, tortured, and now even orgasmed with, spilling broken pieces
of his heart out alone on the bathroom floor was more than Jeremy could
take.  He said, "I'm coming in there Mikey", and without another pause he
firmly pressed the door open.

At first, Michael resisted his brother, but his weight wasn't enough and
the heavy door pushed him back.  He scooted away and sat with his knees
curled, naked in the middle of the tile floor, tears dropping off the end
of his nose as he stared in humiliation at the ground.  Jeremy looked at
his still naked little brother, and without a single word he reached down,
slid his hand under the boy's armpits and lifted the smallish preteen into
the air without any effort at all.

As Jeremy turned and sat down on the toilet, Michael hung limply in his
arms, his bottom lip raw as he tried to bite it hard enough to keep from
crying anymore.  Yet somehow as that long, powerful body he had envied his
entire life encircled him, the fear and shame burst and Michael began
sobbing with loud chocking cries, tears streaming onto his brother's
shoulders as the small boy gave in and began to cling to him.

Jeremy simply held his brother's trembling, grief wracked body against him,
almost alarmed by how hot that smooth skin became as the crying crested,
and those small limbs began gripping at him tightly.  He supported the
sagging Michael tenderly, and gently stroked his hair, unconsciously
rocking him as their father had taught him to do when Michael was just a
baby and Jeremy had wanted to hold him.

The crying went on for what seemed like ages, but finally the preteen was
merely shaking and sniffling in the teenagers arms, and he hiccupped twice,
exhausted and upset.  As Michael relaxed, Jeremy said, "Mikey?it's ok even
if you are my gay brother.  I don't care.  That doesn't change anything
about who you are.  You are still weird and nerdy.  You still ask for
bizarre stuff like Shakespeare and Naruto for Christmas.  And you're still
way smarter than I could ever hope to be.  And, you know, if liking doing
sexy stuff with your brother makes you gay?" Jeremy paused and took a deep
breath, "Then I guess I'm gay too, cause I've never cum so hard in my life
than when I was?y'know?French kissing your butthole."

Michael leaned back, his face, ears, neck, and chest bright red from the
exertion of crying so hard for so long.  He sniffed to clear his snotty
nose and wiped his puffy wet eyes, before he asked disbelievingly,
"Really?"

Jeremy offered him a half grin, "Yea really.  I can still smell your stinky
ass on my upper lip and it's kept me half hard while you were sobbing like
a pansy.  So, you know, thanks a lot jerk."

Michael couldn't help himself and laughed as he brother slid his hands
further down his young body and cupped his bubble butt boy cheeks firmly
and squeezed them.  He felt his own small cock beginning to swell again,
even in the midst of his upset, and he asked, "So?you don't hate me cause I
want to do?you know?sex stuff with you?"

In response Jeremy used one hand to pry apart the round globes of his
brother's rump and ran his middle finger over the winking button nestled
between them which caused Michael to jump and laugh in surprise.  Jeremy
then took his finger and wiped it comically over his upper lip and said,
"Nope.  I'm perfectly fine if you want to give me a butt-stache everyday.
Just promise you won't tell anyone ok?  We could get in big trouble?"

Michael felt a relief and affection he had never known before in his life
washing over him.  He felt like he had been pardoned off death row, and as
his brother, his idol, smearing his own butt smell onto his nose, he almost
cheered out loud.  In response to the prohibition, he timidly reached down
between them and found that Jeremy's dick was now full mast, and leaking
precum like he had leaked tears.  He gently ran his thumb over that weeping
piss slit and then under the bunched foreskin, and brought the oozing digit
up to his own upper lip and spread the slippery preseed there, and then
licked his thumb clean and said, "I won't tell if you won't."

Jeremy felt his heart begin to pound with excitement as he saw his own
precum glistening on his brother's smiling face.  He wondered if he would
ever be able to look at a girl again, when he had the most beautiful,
adoring, sexy little guy right here, who loved him BECAUSE he was a dirty
athlete teen sex pistol, not in spite of it.  He hesitated only a moment
before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Michael's, quickly
slipping his tongue out to lick playfully at his own cocksnot, and the
sitting back from the stunned boy and saying, "And one more thing Michael.
I know I give you shit a lot, but I don't ever want to hear you make the
kinda noises you were making earlier.  No one should ever hate you, and if
anyone does I'll kick their ass!  Even if it's you hating you.  Got that?"

Michael licked his lips, surprised at the electric shock that went through
his body when Jeremy kissed him, and nodded in stunned silence.

Jeremy playfully slapped Michael's bubble butt and lifted him up, "Well,
c'mon, let's get you and me cleaned up ok?  Connor will kill me if we don't
go play with him soon."

Michael, throwing his arms around Jeremy, as the older boy leaned over the
tub-shower and turned on the water, asked, "Play with him?  Ahh?you mean we
have to entertain him again?"

Jeremy smiled, "No?he made me promise that next time we play?he gets to
really play, not just be the referee."

Michael was again stunned, "You mean he wants to do?like?stuff like we are
doing?"

Jeremy nodded as steam began to billow around them, "Yep.  Horny little
bugger looked like he might rip his way out of those undies of his, he was
so hard."

Michael furrowed his young brows and bit the inside of his bottom lip
again.  He lowered his legs and supported himself on the lip of the tub as
he said, "Jeremy?I?well I've kinda been playing with Connor's butt for a
long time now?not like?y'know?you and me.  I dunno if he even knows it
really.  But I think he likes it.  Do you think we can really play with
him?"

Jeremy lifted Michael up and set him on the slick white floor of the tub,
unconsciously noticing the adorable faint red line that ran smack dab
through the middle of his little brother's navel, formed from the slight
baby pudge softness of his stomach rolling onto itself while he had been
curled around Jeremy.  He wanted to kiss that dimpled button, but instead
he climbed into the shower himself and said, "Well, I don't think we have a
lot of choice.  If we don't let him play at least a little he's definitely
gonna tattle.  And?well?I don't think either of us wants Dad to find
out?right?"

Michael looked up at Jeremy and realized for the first time how scared he
must be as well.  It had been so painful when he felt like Jeremy had
rejected him, thought of him as disgusting.  But what did Jeremy feel about
himself?  And as the oldest one Michael knew Jeremy would get in a lot more
trouble than he would if anyone found out.  Compassion for his big brother
welled up in him, and it shot out through his fingertips causing him to
reach up and quickly snatch his brother's hand and bring it close to his
chest.  Jeremy looked down in surprise and Michael blushed a bit and just
smiled up at him, saying, "I think we can figure out some ways to play with
Connor.  I mean?anything to keep it a secret ok?"

Michael thought he saw relief flicker across Jeremy's face and then his
older brother grinned and pulled him by his hand under the hot water.  As
the hot water hit his naked body, Michael danced briefly back and forth,
making little gasping noises, as Jeremy said, "No getting out of it squirt.
We reek!  If we both smell like spunk no one will have to ASK us if we've
been doing sexy stuff."

Jeremy held his brother's slight shoulders, and after the younger boy
stopped squirming, began to run his hands idly over that smooth boyflesh.
Michael would never be an athlete, he thought to himself, as his hands
pressed into that soft body.  He probably wouldn't be fat either, or
skeletal skinny.  Jeremy thought he was just right.  His cock, which was
once again bouncing up and down between his legs couldn't agree more.

Michael relaxed under the hot spray of water, and was surprised when Jeremy
kept his hands on his small body.  He had always felt embarrassed when he
compared his own round fleshy form with the chiseled perfection of his
eldest brother.  Jeremy was his idea of perfection, a perfection he knew he
had neither the drive nor the talent to attain.  He would always have the
tender body of an artist, not an athlete.  His spiral of inadequacy was
halted abruptly when his older brother's fingers quickly pinched his left
nipple.  He recoiled reflexively and said, "Hey!"

Jeremy laughed and flatted his palm out on his brother's boytit rubbing his
whole hand over that slightly puffy nipple as he laughed, "No brooding
there captain weirdo!  We gotta get washed up."

With that said, Jeremy bent down and picked up the shampoo bottle, popping
the cap with one thumb and squeezing a generous dollop onto his brother's
mousy brown hair.  He thought about how of all three boys, Michael was the
only one to have their father's brown hair.  Both he and Connor had their
respective mother's hair, and neither of them had a mother to prove it
though.  Both their father's wives had been little more than one night
stands.  He harrumphed softly as he began to knead Michael's hair, working
the soap into a frothy lather.

Michael almost moaned aloud when Jeremy began to rub his scalp.  His mind
was flooded with memories of bathing together when they were both very
young, and of how he had felt so strange asking Jeremy to help him wash.
Now it felt perfectly natural.  He pressed his head upwards into his
brother's big hands as best he could, and squinted one eye shut as a huge
dollop of lather slid down the left side of his face, over his temple and
down his cheek.  He felt Jeremy's finger scoop it up and he leaned towards
his older brother sighing in contentment.

Jeremy had another moment of feeling like he was falling off a cliff as
Michael's face melted into a dreamy dripping gaze of puppy love.  He felt
his heart begin to pound in his chest, and wanted to draw back, to return
to how it was thirty minutes ago, before he had turned himself into a sex
criminal, before he had felt the rush of Michael's breath on his big toe,
before he knew the scent of heaven was smeared on his little brother's
butthole.  He smelled it now still tenaciously clinging to his upper lip,
and wished it didn't make his nuts ache.  He leaned his face forward into
the spray of the water for a few seconds as he finished scrubbing Michael's
hair, but found the hot liquid only made the smell stronger.  He closed his
eyes and sighed, and then jumped as he felt Michael's arms slide around his
waist.

Jeremy looked down and saw Michael was rubbing his face into his ridged
stomach muscles, and he couldn't help but smile, the feeling of sexual
vertigo dissipating as he found the balance in how natural the affection
between him and the boy he grew up with felt.  He turned them both so
Michael was again under the spray and said, "Close your eyes tight" as he
began rinsing the suds from Michael's soft hair.  He watched with tight
fascination as the white lather slipped in little white rivers down the
curve of his little brother's back and then slid salaciously into the dank
secret crevasse of his perfect plump boy butt.  His breath came in little
gasps as he watched the soap launch again off his brother's body into the
drain, propelled into midair by the vault off his ass like tiny sudsy
swimmers catapulted off the world's sexiest water slide. Suddenly Michael's
giggle broke the spell and he declared in his cutest little boy voice,
"Your weiner's all hard Jeremy!"

Michael could've stayed wrapped around his brother forever, however as
Jeremy washed the soap from his hair, inexplicably his teen cock jumped up
and became rigid with arousal.  It almost reached the young athlete's belly
button, which put it just about under Michael's chin.  He couldn't help
laughing as he looked down, the water splashing over his shoulder to
cascade between them, hitting the uncut teen fuckstick and making it bounce
twice.  Michael looked up at Jeremy who was smirking at him, and then
leaned down and kissed the exposed glans of his brother's
moist-but-still-funky dick.  The kiss turned into a lick, which soon found
Jeremy's cockhead lodged firmly in the heat of his little brother's mouth.
Jeremy let his breath hiss out from beneath his teeth as he ran his fingers
through his brother's mussed moist hair.

Michael felt the musky strong flavor of his brother's uncut cock stab into
his tastebuds, acrid and agonizingly delicious.  He felt a familiar shadow
of guilt at home much he loved that dirty delicacy flicker into his mind,
but he pushed it away as he straightened up, letting his brother's cock go
with a pop and said, "Hey?captain weirdo, we gotta get washed up remember?"

Jeremy grinned down at his brother and bumped his hips up so his cock
slapped playfully on his brother's cheek and said, "Alright, tease.  Let's
finish you up."

Taking the crusted sliver remains of the bar of soap from the soapdish,
Jeremy began to rub it vigorously over his little brother, laughing along
with Michael as he washed particularly tickly bits.  Both of them grew
quiet though when Jeremy brushed his hand over Michael's smaller cocklet,
the preteen member hard as steel in a way only young boys can be.  Michael
let out a soft grunt as Jeremy slipped his fingers softly around that
erection and gave it a few more tugs than cleaning might absolutely demand.
He felt his brother's hands on his own hips, steadying his young body
against the pleasure he was feeling.

After a few moments in which Michael thought he might die from feelings,
Michael slid his hand lower and softly rolled the preteen's just descending
nuts in their soft crinkled sac.  He then rubbed his middle finger lower
into his brother's hairless taint, thinking that nothing in the world could
possibly be that slick and warm, and then his fingertip grazed the outmost
edges of that stinky little pucker and he moaned aloud and said in a husky
voice, "Turn around Michael?spread 'em so I can get you really really
clean."

Michael felt it the same as Jeremy: somewhere along the way their playful
reassurances had become something darker and more serious, something
genuinely sexy.  He gasped when Jeremy's finger finally prodded his own
pucker and he obeyed instantly the older boy's command.  Turning around his
sucked in his stomach and lower back, pressing his butt backwards.

Jeremy couldn't take his eyes off the perfect little mounds in front of
him.  He watched the water rushing over them, but shifted the boy a bit so
the water wasn't hitting him directly.  He found his hands were shaking as
he reached out and grabbed both hunks of boybutt in his fingers.  Michael
moaned aloud, unashamed, lust filling all the empty holes where guilt
normally slunk inside him.  He ground the pads of his young toes into the
cool tub floor but held otherwise perfectly still, afraid he might twitch
and break the spell.

Jeremy finally worked up his nerve and gently spread his little brother's
buttcheeks apart.  Jeremy knelt down and said, "Man?I think I'm gonna have
to make sure this is extra clean."

When Michael laughed, Jeremy noticed his butthole clenched and he wondered
what else he could do to make his little brother flex his fuckflower.
Without realizing it he had lowered his face so close he could barely bring
that twitching pink pucker into focus.  He had sometimes looked at his own
muscular butt, and spread his own firm cheeks and now he noticed how
different Michael's was from his own.  His own butt valley was a ruddy
flesh tone, almost a more brown than the rest of him, but still pale and
thankfully smooth.  His blonde hair made certain his bodyhair was sparse
and light.  Michael's butt on the other hand was an almost slutty bright
pink, the whole slick space between his cheeks an angry pink band focusing
down to a hole that was almost red.  It was like Michael's asscrack was
made of sex, he thought.  And of course that naughty, dirty, raunch smell
of wet'n'wild boy butt filled his nose and he groaned.

With a small hesitation he leaned down and kissed the topmost arch of his
brother's crack, letting the kiss linger as he vigorously groped the little
boy's pert buns.  Michael was holding his breath, but found he couldn't
help a squeak of pleasure escaping his throat then, and he pressed his butt
back further.  Jeremy leaned back, gazing at that pink and white wonderland
and took a deep breath and said, "OK, cleaning.  Let's do it."

Michael looked back over his shoulder and nodded, scarcely believing the
look of conflicted desperate desire he saw in Jeremy's eyes.  He wiggled
his butt and tried to lighten the mood by saying, "Ok!  Prepared for
cleaning!"

Jeremy shook his head and grinned, giving Michael's butt a playful slap as
he brought the soap sliver up and began to work it over first one cheek and
the other.  Then he slid it into that cleft and worked it back and forth
like an eraser over a stubbornly incorrect math equation.  Michael half
laughed and half moaned.  Then Jeremy used his other hand and began to work
the suds around with his fingers, his own cock lurching with desire each
time he felt that vibrantly living boyhole twitch or flex.  His breath came
in nervous gasps as he let his index finger linger right in the center of
his little brother's sexchute and said, "OK Michael?gotta make sure you are
REALLY clean?ok?"

Michael looked back a bit confused and opened his mouth to ask was Jeremy
meant but felt his knees turn to jelly as the tip of that index finger was
suddenly not simply resting on his hole, but gently pressing into it.  He
grunted Jeremy's name out and gasped.

Jeremy was delirious with lust now as he felt that perfect smelly little
rosebud blossom around the tip of his finger.  He had fingered his
girlfriend once, and remembered how he almost felt disappointed the way her
pussy had just?opened?once he was past that first curtain.  Yea, it had
SEEMED tight at first, but after he was in, it was all soft folds and
squishy wideness.  As he pressed more and more of his finger into his
trembling little brother's butt, the tightness only got worse.  He felt a
powerful resistance and realized that his brother's clenching hole was now
twitching around his first knuckle.  He knew he should probably stop, but
he heard himself saying, "Gotta go a little more Mikey?just relax."

With his free hand Jeremy rubbed his brother's lower back and wandered his
palm down over those bouncy little buttcheeks even as he forced his
soap-slick finger in deeper.  He didn't think he could go and then all at
once, as Michael moaned and his butt pushed out again, Jeremy's whole
finger slid up into his little brother, and they both gasped and froze.

Michael had been torn between a dull ache which was getting worse with each
second his older brother was fingering his backdoor, and a desire so deep
in his stomach that he felt like his brother's finger was just about
touching it, and would cause it to burst any second like a sexy butt dream.
And just as he had tried to ask if he was clean yet, he felt one little
flicker in his hole and suddenly he felt so full he thought he might burst.
He yowled like a cat in heat and threw one of his legs wider, trying to
make his hole widen for his brother's impossibly large finger.  Then he
slipped.

Jeremy couldn't believe how quickly it had happened, and just as quickly as
the tight tunnel had loosened that fraction of a millimeter it took for his
finger to slide all the way in, it tightened again and the pulsing
throbbing tube threatened to tear his finger off.  He laughed out loud and
tried to pull his finger out but at that exact moment Michael let out a
loud moan and thrashed, his feet losing traction on the slick tub, and his
little brother was suddenly falling.

Without knowing quite what to do, Jeremy lifted up, which drove his finger
even deeper into Michael while he simultaneously wrapped his free hand
around the younger boy's chest, drawing him back into his own, as he sat
back on his haunches, leaving Jeremy now with one hand snaked under his
little brother with his finger lodged up his impossibly tight little hole,
and his brother cradled in his lap, his own turgid teencock pressed into
the preteen's hip, as Michael continued to squirm, his feet now braced on
the tub wall, knees almost at his chest, which meant he was literally
sitting on Jeremy's index finger.  Jeremy almost came on the spot once
things settled out and Michael cried, "Oh..oh oh oh!"

Michael was shaking and gasping for breath as he clenched and unclenched
around Jeremy's pointer finger.  It was like he couldn't fill his lungs
before the sensation immediately shocked the air back out of him.  He
squirmed blindly, until he felt Jeremy's chin crook over his shoulder and
heard his brother's voice mellow and deep in his ear, "Do you want me to
take it out Mikey?"

Michael could tell Jeremy was as conflicted as he was, torn between concern
that he was hurting Michael, and the unspeakable hotness of fingerbanging
your hot little brother.  Michael squeezed his eyes shut and groaned,
"N-no?I?I think it's ok?"



Michael reached back and snaked his arm around Jeremy's strong neck,
realizing just how insignificant his little body must be to his brother's
toned physique.  Jeremy was supporting him without even the slightest
tremble of weakness, and Michael felt a sudden flood of warmth in his chest
as he was cradled like a little boy in his brother's arms.  An electric
shock caused him to yelp as Jeremy's fingertip crooked in his hole and
Jeremy laughed, "Oh man Mikey?that feels so hot.  Fuck."

Michael flushed as Jeremy cursed.  It was a rare occurrence, but he felt
like there was no better word for the circumstances.  He bore down so his
hole squeezed on Jeremy's digit and echoed, "Fuck."

The burning sensation was quickly fading, and Jeremy's fat finger began to
feel quite a bit slimmer?and quite a bit more natural to Michael, who
gingerly wiggled his lower half a bit, which brought another hissing moan
from Jeremy who said, "Fuck Mikey?I can feel your heart beat in there!
It's like?like your butthole it twitching with your heart.  Fuuuck!"

Michael became aware of how hard his heart was beating, and how hard his
preteen dick was.  He squirmed a little more and finally said, "OK?I?I
think it's clean now."

Jeremy's wrist was aching with the effort of supporting his little
brother's entire body weight in one contorted hand, but it was worth it to
feel that throbbing ring of heat enveloping his finger.  He felt a little
disappointed when Michael said it was over, but he didn't want to hurt him.
Carefully, draping both the younger boy's knees over his free hand, he let
Michael's wet little body come to rest on his own thighs as he quickly
popped his finger out of that stinkchute.  Michael moaned again.  As
Michael settled back against him again, still not moving, Jeremy brought
his butt-blessed finger up to his nose and sniffed it cautiously.  It
smelled like he expected, but overlaced with the most intoxicating musk
he'd ever smelled.  His girlfriend had buttstink too but it was different
somehow?genuinely dirty.  This was?he couldn't ever get enough of this.  He
felt his cock throb as he stretch his hand out to the spray of the shower
and rubbed his fingers together to clean them.  Just then Michael said,
"Umm?Jeremy?  Y-your weiner?"

Jeremy looked down and realized that just the way he had Michael cradled
his cock was throbbing right up into his babyboy buttcrack.  He laughed and
flexed, causing his enormous erection to bounce, and then froze as both he
and Michael felt that uncut cockhead catch on the rim of that little pink
pucker.  Jeremy's cock throbbed again, and Michael's hole twitched.
Neither one of them were breathing, each on waiting for the other to move
closer or further from this inevitable deepest of pleasures.

The sudden sharp pounding on the bathroom door made both of them jump and
then moan.



To be continued?

What do you guys think?  What do you want to see happen next?  Should they
go all the way?  Should they stop and play with Connor now?  What about
Dad?  How about the family dog?  What do you want to see!  Share your
thoughts and fantasies with me.