Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2003 20:39:08 +0000 (GMT)
From: sean harrison <sean_uk_02@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My Little Brother Tim - Part 1

This is an adult fiction with a gay theme. If such
materials offend you or you are under the age of
eighteen then please do not proceed.

Note: The Author of this text is British and some of
the words used may not make sense globally. Here are
helpful explanations about some of the more
prominently used words:-
Snog - Deep Kiss (with tongues)
Dick/Prick - Cock
Hard-on - Erection
Trousers - Pants
Wank - Masturbate
Arse/Bum - Ass
Mates - Friends
Smutty - Horny/Dirty/Sexy
Spunk - Cum

First

My little brother Tim turned fifteen in May, the same
weekend my parents went on a cruise in the Med. I was
left to supervise the house, the first thought that
crossed my head was... PARTY! But I soon realised how
much revision I still had to do for my final year
exams at university. Despondently, I spent the first
two nights studying hard while Tim started spending
all his evenings and nights out on the town. I
wondered how the little fucker managed to get into any
of the clubs, he was only fifteen and he looked his
age... I was supposed to be making sure he behaved but
I hardly saw him the first two days. What made me feel
worse was that he was having a much better time than I
was. I was twenty-three and I was stuck at home while
he painted the town red.

The following Wednesday was a student night at the
cities largest club. I put my studying on hold and
went out with my mates. I'd left Tim at home playing
on the playstation, but by the time we got to the club
after a few drinks at the local pub, he was already
there. My eyes widened with surprise and envy as I saw
a group of hot looking eighteen-year-old girls
swooning over him. I had to admit, Tim looked liked a
million bucks on the night, his body was slim but
toned, he wore a pair of faded jeans that were tight
around his arse and showed off a small but appealing
bulge in the front. His white shirt was unbuttoned
down to his abs and his smooth chest was coated in
sweat, making it glisten like some precious jewel.

In the past I'd seen him topless and in his underwear.
It always had an effect on me but it wasn't arousal. I
admired the beauty in his body and how he was
developing into a real stud, but seriously I had never
wanked my dick while thinking of him or fantasised
about doing stuff with him. But as I stood with my
rowdy bunch of mates on the opposite side of the large
dancefloor, my mind began appraising my little
brothers assets and my dick stirred and I had a
hard-on in no time. It frustrated and scared me, I
don't know what the appropriate reaction to
discovering you have the hots for you're fifteen year
old brother is, but the reaction I was having, wasn't
pleasant. It felt like the drink had clogged my
throat, I needed to cough but I wasn't doing it.

My eyes were fixed firmly on his lean body as he
gyrated on the dancefloor with one of the girls. The
florescent bright lights showered over him and I saw
one of his dark nipples exposed by the tugging of his
shirt. I forced myself to look away and tried to join
in the conversation my mates were having, I was still
supporting an erection in my trousers and every so
often I found myself glancing towards Tim and my eyes
moved over his body and all it did was solidify my
erection and alarm me even more. I could have blamed
the alcohol but I hadn't even drunk much. I was seven
years older than him, he was still not legal, even if
he was, he is my little brother! But these warnings
were almost meaningless, every time I saw him that
night.

It was around one in the morning, when I decided I
couldn't take it any longer. My sudden but intense
attraction for my younger brother had ruined my night
out, my friends noticed I wasn't quite there and they
all agreed it was perhaps a good idea for me to go
home. Jase, my best mate, offered to come home with
me, but I turned him away, I wanted him to enjoy what
was left of the night. But on my way home I felt
perhaps I should have left Jase come home with me, he
was one person who could relieve the sexual tension
that had built up inside me during the course of the
evening. Having Jase's lips around my cock would have
quickly caused me to cum down his throat and maybe
then the powerful sexual feelings I had developed for
Tim would disappear... I was hoping that's all they
were, a momentary fixation because I was horny.

The silence in the house was almost intrusive, it gave
me too much freedom to think, and all I could think
about was Tim and the way his hips moved, and the way
his arse looked in those tight jeans and what his arse
would look like if it was bare and in my hands. I
turned the CD player on and put it up as loud as I
could get away with. I kicked off my shoes and walked
bare foot up the stairs. My room was stuffy and hot; I
opened the window wide and peeled off my shirt, the
cool air from outside enveloped my body and it felt so
good. I scratched the soft blond hairs on my pectorals
and stretched my legs out on the bed. I still had a
hard-on but I didn't dare touch it in case my head
started filling with fantasies about my little brother
again. Sometime later I was on the verge of drifting
into sleep when I heard the downstairs door slam shut.
I leapt out of bed and went to the top of the stairs.

Tim stumbled across the hallway and reached the bottom
step. His white shirt had slid down one of his
shoulders revealing his smooth white flesh. My eyes
skimmed over his skin and then as he tried to climb
the stairs he lost his footing and nearly hit his head
against the railing, he managed to steady himself just
in time and I quickly descended the stairs. I grabbed
his right arm and swung it over my shoulder, helping
him up the stairs. He giggled like a kid; I suppose he
still is one. I dragged him up to the top step, his
arm tightened around my neck and I had to strain to be
able to breathe. He turned to look at me and started
saying my name in a sin-song tone, "Ma-ar-keee".
"Shut up, you little idiot" I shot back; my
frustration and wanton desire for him, made me resent
him for a second.
"'Im not a kid anymore" he mumbled and then pushed his
lower lip forward in a pout. Oh God that's so sexy, I
thought.

"You little pisshead, you're too young to drink" my
voice was calm and gentle, yet I wanted to throttle
him for some reason. We moved towards his room and I
kicked the door open.
"I'm not too young for anything anymore" he slurred.
He pushed past me into his room and as his snug
backside brushed against my crotch, my erection
returned.
He struggled with buttons on his shirt as I watched
him from the doorway; he finally just pulled it over
his head and tossed it to one side. My eyes glided
down his beautiful upper body, he had the sexiest
stomach I've seen, flat and smooth with a navel that
people will swoon over, his pectorals were firm with a
perfect shape, toned to be painfully sexy, His nipples
appeared hard as the light wind teased his nakedness.
I tortured myself by watching him undress, his belt
unbuckled with a clang and once the zipper was pulled
down, his jeans fell in a pool around his now
bare-feet.

My cock strained against my own trousers, I needed to
hide my bulge, I couldn't let him see what effect he
was having on me, I turned and stood at a different
angle. He bent over to pull his jeans off his feet and
his arse was thrust out, round and firm, hidden
beneath his white cotton briefs. He turned and sat
down drowsily on the edge of the bed and I realised he
needed water to wash out the alcohol from his body. I
fetched him a pint of water, trying hard not to think
about what his body was doing to me. He gulped about
half a pint down quickly and then sipped on the rest
slowly. I decided to leave him to it and maybe go and
wank off so I could sleep without incest fantasies.
But as I was leaving his room, Tim called out to me. I
turned and looked at him and the first thing my eyes
rested on was the outline of his dick in his briefs. I
quickly shot my eyes up and looked at his face,

"I'm not tired yet," he moaned.
"Drink the water and go to sleep Tim," I told him. He
stood up and downed the rest of the water and then
slammed the glass down on his bedside table.
I noticed by the way he walked and spoke now; he was
sobering up real quick. He switched his music on real
loud and grinned at me. I shook my head and switched
it off.
"The neighbours will complain," I reminded him.
There was that irresistible pout from him again. "So
we're not allowed to have fun?" he asked sheepishly.
"Let's have fun, but don't make too much noise Tim"
He dove back onto his bed; he opened his legs and
threw his head back. My eyes ventured along his legs,
with soft blonde hairs and a thin muscly shape. Just
walk away, I told myself. But my feet stayed rooted to
the ground.

"I'm not drunk anymore," he announced cheerfully.
"Good, now how about going to sleep?"  A part of me
wanted him to stay awake and tease me; a part of me
wanted the teasing to lead somewhere. But a bigger
part of me wanted him to go to bed and me to stop
having smutty thoughts about my own little brother!
Suddenly I felt the soft pillow smack my face; I
looked at him wide-eyed as he laughed at me. I moved
to the bed and smacked the pillow on his head and then
sat beside him. This is dangerous, I thought but when
I felt the heat from his body, I wanted to get even
closer.
"You look so glum Mark" Tim pointed out.
"I'm not"

He was looking straight ahead and I looked down at
him, seeing his cute face from close. He turned to
face me and our lips were a mere inches away, I felt
his hot alcohol-laden breath on my lips and It took
all my energy and willpower to resist the urge to lean
in and kiss him. I realised even though he was facing
me, his eyes were darting down my body, I willed him
to think the same thoughts that I was thinking but
that was just hopelessly stupid. I've got a pretty
decent body, it's firm with a flat stomach, I went on
holiday to Ibiza a few weeks earlier and I was still
showing off the tan, my pectorals had a light coating
of blonde hair on then and they thinned out as you
moved down my stomach but then there was a darker
sprinkling of hair around my bellybutton and it lead
in a thin line down into my trousers. I let out a
high-pitched growl as Tim twisted my nipples hard.
"OWWW, What the fuck did u do that for?" I asked,
rubbing my nipples with my fingers.
He had a cheeky grin on his face, "Did it hurt?" he
asked.
"Of course it did you prick" I retorted. But somewhere
inside I enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my chest
like that.

His next question paralysed me. "Mark, are you gay?"
I was shocked into silence, he was staring straight
into my eyes as he asked me, and I realised he was
goddamn serious. "W-What kinda question is that?" I
stammered.
His seriousness did not relax, he propped himself onto
his elbows and our faces were even closer. "A few
weeks ago, when you got back from Ibiza, I saw..." he
gulped, "I saw you and Jase kissing in you're room."
He explained, his cheeks had turned red and I realised
he was probably afraid of what I would say.
My heart was literally in my mouth my throat went dry.
I remembered the incident he was referring to, Jase
and I snog pretty much all the time we're together,
but that time it had been risky because the door
wasn't closed yet, but Jase had still pinned me to the
wall and shoved his tongue into my mouth.

I didn't know what to say to Tim. The look on his face
was inquisitive but it wasn't mocking. I decided to
tell him the truth and I did do with a heart beating
in mad frenzy. "I'm bisexual Tim, I like having
girlfriend's but sometimes I like guys too and Jase
and I sleep together sometimes" (that wasn't strictly
true because it wasn't just sometime it was most of
the time). There was a silence in the room once I'd
told him. Tim was looking at my chest and I could tell
he was thinking hard.
"Wow" he breathed.
I wanted him to go on, but he didn't.
To break the silence, I said, "You better go to bed
now"
But he ignored that. "What's Jase like in bed?" he
asked, his eyes were back on me, looking into mine.
"I'm not going to tell you that you little twat"
He smiled, "I bet he's good, I bet you're both really
good" his voice had dropped to just above a whisper. I
looked down his body and saw with delight, he had got
a hard-on. What had caused it? Was he picturing Jase
and me in bed?

"What are you thinking?" I asked. I propped myself on
the bed opposite, head resting on my elbow, the way he
was positioned. Our bodies were in sharp contrast
because of our age differences, I was taller, more
built and had more hair, and he was whiter and
smoother. He was about 5'7 and I was 5'11, the four
inches difference wasn't great but looked a lot.
"Nothing, why?" he looked at me, shyly, it made me
smirk.
"Because you've got a hard-on Timmy" I deliberately
used his kid-name in my boldness I was forgetting my
earlier inhibitions and all thoughts of incest and the
age-gap being wrong were slowly being pushed to the
back of my head. My cock was in charge.
His face turned different shades of red before he
mustered a reply, "So have you Marky".
I laughed and then gasped inwardly as I felt his toes
rub down my calves. I shifted my legs a little bit and
soon our legs were intertwined together, my hairier
tanned legs woven around his thin white ones.

I looked into my little brother's eyes as my heart
raced in my chest and my prick throbbed in the
confines of my trousers. He closed his eyes and I
leaned and kissed his lips, It was electrifying, and
as I was about pull back I felt his soft hand on the
back of my neck and he held me firm, his mouth opened
and I pushed my tongue inside and instantly felt his
wet tongue swirl around it. The kiss was long and got
deeper as it progressed, my hands moved to his waist
and I held onto his hipbone, our faces moved together
as our tongues licked and caressed one another. It was
magical. I finally pulled away and was greeted with a
huge smile on his thin lips; he was such a good
kisser. I slipped one finger into his waistband and
stroked the top of his bum, He moved his elbow and let
his head drop on the pillow. "Are you gonna sleep with
me?" he asked, innocently.
"Do you want to?" I asked. For a split second my
doubts returned as I looked at my fifteen-year-old
brother in the bed next to me. I shouldn't go through
with this, I thought but despite these warnings I had
slipped my whole hand inside his boxers and I was
slowly rubbing his buttcheeks.

He nodded yes. His smile was still there as he reached
for my neck and pulled me down on top of him for
another kiss. As we kissed, I moved myself directly
over him, my cock hurt inside my trousers but I didn't
want to rush it out in case I came too soon. His legs
opened and he lifted his knees, with the soles of his
feet still resting on the mattress. I lay over him,
kissing his soft lips, my crotch was pressed against
the bed and his stiff cock was smothered by his briefs
under my belly. I let my lips wander down his neck,
kissing his skin softly as my hands found their way
down the sides of his body. I flicked my tongue out
and tasted his neck; it was lightly sweaty with a hint
of fragrance from his deodorant. I heard his moan and
his thin fingers moved over my head, sliding through
my blond mane. I kissed my way across his chest and
thrust the tip of my tongue over his hard nipples, he
cried out and dug his fingers into my head. I swirled
my wet tongue around his tits and sucked them gently,
nibbling them as I held his waist under me.

The lower I moved down his body the louder he started
to moan. I had lifted myself onto one knee, crouched
over him while my other leg spread out long, my foot
hanging off the bed. My tongue slid down his soft and
firm stomach, I caressed the sides of his body with my
lips and he eagerly arched his back and thrust his
crotch high. I teased him a little longer even though
my cock was aching for release and my mouth desperate
to taste my little brother's cock. I dug my tongue
into his belly button and licked it vigorously, his
hands curled around the sheets and he cried out my
name, and the sound made me feel like I was floating
in air. After waiting as long as I could, I slid his
briefs down his legs, my eyes remained on his crotch
as I pulled them off his feet. His cock was beautiful
and thick, uncut like mine and the foreskin had rolled
back to expose his purple head. It glistened with his
juice. It was about five inches long, but in thickness
it excelled, it was already thicker than mine! His
balls were loose and shaved, I don't imagine he would
have too much hair on them yet but whatever there was
he had shaved it off. His soft pubic bush was dark
blonde and there was enough there to bury my nose in.

Once I got his briefs off he opened his legs for me, I
glanced up at him and he was watching me intently. I
leaned down and brushed my thick wet tongue across the
underside of his shaft and he moaned loudly. His cock
trembled and I curled my tongue around the purple head
to get a taste of him. Tim kicked out a little as he
felt my tongue smother his sensitive bell end. My hand
reached up and I caressed his balls, his prick stood
up and I flicked my tongue around the head one-way and
then reverse. I let it fall back and smack his groin
and then nibbled on his shaft along the sides before
releasing my tongue and licking the whole length up
and down and the magnificent thickness all around.
Then I endeavoured lower to my little brothers balls
and tongued them lustfully, I covered them with my wet
tongue and licked them hard, first one then the other,
before flicking my tongue underneath and lifting them
both into my mouth.

Tim's moaning was consistent and loud. I looked at him
with his balls swirling in my mouth, his eyes were
closed and his mouth hung open. The way his face
changed colour and his hands became white because of
the tight manner in which he clung to the sheets, I
knew he was trying his best not to cum yet. I quickly
released his balls and opened my mouth wide and lifted
his thick cock down my throat, his gasp made him relax
his body and his cock exploded inside my mouth. His
orgasmic cry rung in my ears as I devoured my
fifteen-year-old brothers creamy cum, it wasn't as
strong or thick as Jase's but it tasted incredible and
I milked his sensitive dick until the last drop
trickled down my throat. I finally released his prick
and stood up. Tim lay sprawled on the bed, his
breathing was ragged and heavy, he looked at me with a
slight grin and I unbuckled my belt and let my
trousers fall down my hairy legs and then I pulled my
boxers down quickly so I was as naked as he. My dick
was six and a half inches uncut, my foreskin always
retracted pretty much completely when I got hard but
sometimes I needed to pull it back with my fingers or
usually Jase did it with his teeth. I had trimmed my
bush it was a lighter blonde than Tim's.

I climbed back on the bed beside my little brother and
kissed his lips again, he kissed me back and watched
in a sort of amazed surprised at my dick. I lay beside
him and opened my legs; my fingers curled around my
shaft and I slowly stroked myself. I watched as Tim
rolled over onto his stomach and moved lower down the
bed. He kissed my stomach and I curled my toes, my
cock was so ready to give in and explode. I watched my
little brother look at my big prick tentatively before
his hands moved over mine and he helped me wank my
dick, a few times he brushed his lips against my
balls, and every kiss from his lips on my nuts moved
my orgasm nearer. Then to my delighted surprise, he
pushed my hand away and brushed his tongue along the
length of my shaft. I moaned, "Oh yeah", and he curled
his fingers around me and squeezed me, I closed my
eyes and felt his lips on my head, he was kissing my
bell end. I looked down at him and the sight of my
precum trailing from the tip of my cock to his lips
was too much. I growled like an animal and Tim pulled
his head back but wanked my dick harder and I came
with a shudder. My spunk shot in the air and then
landed on my stomach and my thighs as I groaned in
shattering rapture.

Tim wiped his hands on the bed sheets and kissed my
lips, my eyes were still closed but I allowed his
tongue to push into my mouth for a brief kiss and then
I felt him lie down beside me. I opened my eyes
slowly, and the realisation of what we'd done struck
me hard, the guilt was enormous as all the negative
thoughts returned post-sex. I leapt out of bed and
with my head spinning; I walked out of the room,
telling Tim I was going to wash up. He's my fucking
little brother, I muttered angrily. My limp cock hung
between my legs as I went towards the shower. He's not
even sixteen, I'm seven years fucking older and I just
sucked his dick! Now that my horniness had vanished
and I'd relieved my cock, I felt upset and frustrated
that I had such strong incestuous feelings. But even
now, the desire for my little brother was still inside
me, it was just clouded by guilt and regret.

To Be Continued?

This is a good place to end the story. But depending
on feedback I may continue it, with the possibility of
bringing the character of Jase into the story a bit
more. Let me know what you think.

Sean  <sean_uk_02@yahoo.co.uk>