Date: Fri, 18 May 2007 20:09:05 -0600
From: L B <mntdewlove69@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother made me Part 2

This is a fictional story containing sex between teenage
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Thanks again and without further ado here is chapter two.



               My brother made me

Chapter Two



............"You know Dylan, by just looking at your
brother, it easy to see he has a nice ass."




Four days earlier:

....I think Mark and Derek are going to enjoy this too!"
With those words still ringing clearly in my mind, I ran
to the bathroom to clean myself off.  Once in the
bathroom, ironically the one my brother and I share, I
looked in the mirror.  The look of terror was written all
over my face. As I stare at my reflection, I finally
notice my brother's cum caked all over my face and in my
hair.  I start to feel my stomach turn and rush to the
toilet and begin to throw up. Once done, I immediately go
back to the mirror and just stare and myself. This time
tears flow from my eyes. I'm not sure as to why I have
these tears. Are they from me violating the toilet moments
ago? Are they from what just happened with my brother? Or
worse, from the fact that deep down I realize his cock
didn't taste all that bad?  My little daydream was broking
from the sound of my brother banging on the bathroom door.

"What the fuck are you doing in there! Are you spanking
the monkey little bro'?"

"Fuck off Dylan, just leave me alone!"

He just started laughing and began making his way
downstairs, but not before he yelled, "You better get used
to it cock-SUCKER!" I knew my parents would be home soon
and I needed to clean up, so I turned on the shower and
began to strip.  Before shedding my clothes, I again
looked back into the mirror, this time I noticed my
brother had not only shot his load on my face, but also my
favorite Aeropostale shirt. "Asshole."  I quickly
discarded my shirt and pants revealing my smooth tan body.
Standing there in my light blue boxer briefs, and being
the narcissist that I am, I let my hands roam all over my
well-developed body. Soccer really had its benefits. I
quickly came to my senses and shedded the briefs and
hopped into the shower.  The warm water felt wonderful on
my skin, and I quickly lost trace of time because the next
thing I knew, I heard a knock on the door and my father's
voice.
"Landon? Buddy, you okay?"

"Uh...yeah dad, I'm fine...I'll be out in a sec."

"Alright buddy, dinner is ready."









"Fuck, how long was I in the shower," I say to myself.
I quickly dried off, hurried to get dress and made my way
downstairs for supper.  Since my parents are old fashion,
we eat every supper together at the dinner table. Once I
was finally seated, both my parents asked if I was all
right. And being the complete asshole he is, my brother
replied, "Yeah little bro', you okay?"

Glaring at my brother, I told my parents I must have eaten
something bad (Dylan's cock) but nonetheless I was fine.
For the most part, the rest of dinner went along as usual,
excluding the blowjob motions my brother would make with
his hand and mouth when my parents weren't looking.  And
just like always, my brother and I had to clean up the
table and do the dishes, while my parents went to relax
and talk about their day in the living room.  I had just
started the water, when my brother came up behind me
grabbing my hand and forcing into his shorts.

"I can't wait for another blowjob tonight before bed!"


His cock felt warm against my hand and slow started to
come to life, but I hastily took my hand out of his shorts
and began to whisper, so as not to draw attention to us,
and I told Dylan there was no way in hell I was ever doing
that again.  But just like earlier in the day he replied
with a laugh, "As if you have a choice." Without any more
incidents, we made swift work of the dishes.  I rushed
into the living room once we were done, not wanting to be
alone with my brother, but not before he told me he would
be expecting a repeat performance once mom and dad were in
bed. I sat and pretended to read a magazine trying to
figure away out of this, while my parents sipped wine and
continued talking about their day. Unfortunately the
nighttime hours flew by, and my dad finally said I should
be heading upstairs and getting ready for bed. When I
heard the voice of my dad, it was then I realized I
totally blew off doing my homework. Oh well with
everything on my mind who could blame me.  Knowing what
was waiting for me upstairs I reluctantly told both my
parents goodnight and headed for disaster.


Just as Frodo and Sam trudged their way to Mount Doom, I
began my dangerous journey upstairs. However, luck seemed
to be on my side for once, when I noticed that my
brother's door was shut and knew this was going to be my
only opportunity.  I could make my way to my room without
brushing my teeth or washing my face, or I could head for
the bathroom and pray to the heavens above he doesn't hear
me.  With those being my only options, I quietly meandered
my way to my room locking the door behind me.  Quickly
undressing I went to bed and hoped I would fall asleep
fast. It must have worked because the next thing I
realized it was a little past two in the morning, when the
sound of my brother raping my door awakened me.  The
rattling of the door handle didn't last too long, he must
have detected he was being too loud and didn't want to
wake our parents. Before heading back to his room he
merely whispered, "Oh little bro' you shouldn't have done
that."

Unable to stop my heart beating in my throat, I laid awake
for the next three and half hours contemplating as to what
my brother was going to do to me once he had me alone.
Not wanting to find out, I made my way into our bathroom
that we shared and quickly took a shower and got ready for
school. Since I hadn't done my homework the night before,
I went downstairs to the kitchen to finish it while I ate
a bowl of cereal.  The fact that I knew my parents would
be down soon and heading off to work would help me avoid
my brother at all cost.  Convincing my parents as to why I
was up so early was harder than I realized.  For the first
time in my life, I hated the fact I was an "A" student.
But finally with much persuasiveness I told this enormous
lie that I had fallen behind in school (won't bore you
with all those details).  Basically all my parents said
was that they were glad I was taking responsibility for my
poor decisions, and they would be delighted to take me to
school early so I could caught up.



I kept up this precaution for the rest of the week, as
either my mom or dad would drop me off early at school.
It also helped that Dylan and I were not at the same
school. I even managed to get out of doing the dishes with
Dylan, by persuading my parents to quiz me while we did
the dishes together. A couple of times during supper my
parents would even tell my brother he should take a page
from my book, and study a little harder.  He would just
simply smile and sarcastically say, "Not everyone can be
the HEAD of the family, when it comes to brains."  But
just as all good things come to an end, mine fell like a
ton of bricks on Thursday night.


Thursday night


By the time it was Thursday night, I soon realized how
quickly the week was flying by.  It never fails, when you
are trying to avoid someone time flies by like no other.
My mom and I were in the kitchen making dinner and
studying for a math test (which I really didn't need help
on) when Dylan came in.

"Hey mom, I grabbed those suitcases out of the attic like
you asked."

"Thanks sweetie!"

Did I just hear that correctly, suitcases, attic, what the
fuck! "Why do you need the suitcases from the attic, mom?"


"Oh, your father and I are going to Seattle for one of his
conferences. Don't worry, we'll be back on Sunday, so I
can continue helping you study for that math test, but for
the life of me I can't understand why you didn't ask your
brother to help you out."

"Yeah little bro'. Why didn't you ask me?"

I felt my face getting red and all I could manage was, "I
just...figured you...had your own work to worry about."
And being the dick face he was, my brother retorted, "Come
on Lan, you know I WOULD always make time for you little
bro'."

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. At that exact moment I knew I was done.
I couldn't eat my dinner, and I told my parents I wasn't
feeling very well and asked if I could be excused from the
table, so I could go lie down.  Once they said I could, I
raced up the stairs like Barry Bonds looking for a needle
full of steroids. Once I locked my door and was in the
confines of my bedroom, I began screaming in my pillow.
Even though my parents were only departing for two nights,
the endless possibilities of what Dylan was going to do to
me filled my mind, and I fell asleep.

Friday-Morning:



Dylan's sixteen-year-old, 175 pound, hard smooth naked
body continued to hover over me.  He kept hammering his
throbbing seven-and-half inch manhood deep within the
dominion of my mouth. His thrusts became more forceful and
violent in nature.  Moans would escape from his mouth with
every backwards plunge, and he constantly repeated....

"Oh...fuck YEAH...suck my fat COCK...you little
BITCH! That's right...take it in...you little FAG!  Hey
little bro'....I think Mark and Derek are going to
enjoy this too! Oh...fuck YEAH...suck my fat COCK...you
little BITCH! That's right...take it in...you little FAG!
Hey little bro'....I think Mark and Derek are going to
enjoy this too!"

I can start to feel his rigid cock swell even bigger and I
know what this means, he going to cum; however, before he
gives me the preverbal money shot I suddenly wake up.  All
covered in sweat, I try to catch my breath.

"Fuck, I'm dead!"  I look at the clock, and it's just past
five in the morning.  I got up and made my way to the
bathroom to take a shower and get ready for school.
Staring at myself in the mirror all I can do is mumble
"This is going to be the longest weekend of my life, I
just now it." And with that, I jump in the shower.  Once
dressed and ready for school, I make my way downstairs and
wait for my parents to drop me off before they head out to
the airport to catch their flight. The day at school
seemed to finish quicker than a teenage boy losing his
virginity. Saying goodbye to my friends, I set my sails
for home.  I wasn't even a block away from school when a
2005 black Dodge Durango with the music blasting and
tented windows pulls up next to me.  I glance over to see
if I notice anyone in the car, but with the tented
windows, I'm unable to make out anyone...suddenly the
passenger side window starts to roll down.  And there in
the front seat is my brother, Dylan.

"Hey little cocksucker, you want a ride?"

"Fuck you!"

With that, the car screeches to a halt and my brother and
his friend Derek, (who is a year older at 17 and is the
starting linebacker, he stands about 6'3 weighting around
190-200, all fucking muscle, brownish blonde hair and
hazel eyes) jump out and force me into the backseat. As
I'm thrown in the backseat laughter fills the car as Mark
(who plays baseball with my brother, has a slimmer built
and is also 17, 6'0 165, black hair with green eyes) makes
his way down the street. Silence fills the car for only
seconds when my brother opens his big fucking mouth.

"So little bro' I was just telling Mark and Derek what a
wonderful obedient cocksucker you are. And I thought...
wait I mean...I KNEW you would just love to show them your
new skills."

Without even waiting for a response, Derek grabs me by the
hair and forces my face into his crotch. Only grinding
against my face a couple of times, he quickly releases me.
Pushing me off the seat, Derek begins to yell,

"Get on the fucking floor in front of me, and take out my
cock!"

Once on the floor of the Durango, I start to reach for
Derek's pants, but for some reason he slaps my hands away
and starts to laugh.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?  You have to ask
my permission.  I mean...you can't go around grabbing at
peoples crotches without asking.  Didn't your parents
teach you any manners?"

Between Derek's words and the laughter filling the car,
my face felt like fourteen different shades of red.
Unable to think clearly, I just sat there on my knees,
when from the front seat came my brother's hand, WHACK!

"Landon, mom and dad raised you right, so ask Derek
nicely if you can unbutton his pants and suck his
manhood."

Again I could feel my face turning red, and I just sat
in between the spread eagle legs' of Derek and began to
stare a hole through his body.  Derek looked all relaxed
with a smile on his face and hands behind his head
awaiting the blowjob he knew I was about to give him.  I
must have taken to long to respond because again the
hand of my brother made contact with the back of my
head.

"I'm not going to tell you again Lan."

"Derek...may I please...unbutton your jeans...so I can
su...suck your dick?"

Not leaving his comfortable position, Derek muttered, "I
don't know...you really don't seem all that interested
in sucking me off."  Again, my brother's hand whacked me
and Dylan told me to ask again, but this time I better
sound as if I really want Derek's cock in my mouth or
I'm gonna get it.  Not wanting to meet the wrath of my
brother I asked Derek again.

"Derek...I really need your manhood deep inside my
mouth. Please allow me the honor of sucking your hot
cock."

A huge smile filled Derek's face and he replied,
"Landon, it's all yours buddy!"

And with that, shaking hands and all, the journey and
exploration of Derek began.


Part 2 to be continued......