Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 04:27:54 +0900
From: K Writing <writingaloud07@gmail.com>
Subject: Our Little Brothers, Chapter 1

       This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these
fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This
story features sexual scenes between two brothers. If that offends you,
please do not continue.

       Each chapter in this story will feature a different set of brothers,
all told from the perspective of the older brother. They will continue to
be around this age bracket, so please be forewarned.

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       Our Little Brothers Chapter 1: The Swimmers



       It's hard to remember when my little brother's light blue speedo
went from hugging his melon-shaped cheeks to floating in the pool. Kissing
Logan tended to make my brain short-circuit a little. Maybe
"tongue-fucking" was more accurate in this case, since Logan's tongue was
barreling down my throat, while his hands groped my naked body, pool water
splashing around us while he vigorously humped each other. My turgid dick
was pulsing wildly underwater, and my head was spinning from our kiss,
smoldering with heat. My lips felt like they had been charred by the time
Logan pulled away and hoisted himself up onto the edge of the pool,
spreading his legs wide, his hard dick lying against his abs.

	Breathing heavily, and his chest muscles tensing in rhythm, Logan
took hold of his cock and aimed it towards me.

	"Come on, Brad, you promised."

	To be fair, I didn't think I would lose in the first place. It was
amazing how much progress my brother had made since he joined the swim team
at his high school. While I was away for my first year of college, Logan
had become avid in the backstroke and butterfly. He managed to edge out my
time by three seconds, so here I was, holding onto his firm thighs while I
bobbed my head between his legs, while he took hold of my hair and thrust
his dick into my mouth.

	I swirled my tongue around the bulbous circumcised head, eliciting
pre-cum from the slit. After kissing my way down his hard five inches, I
sucked on his balls, first the left, then the right, alternating between
them until I took both of my brother's nuts into my mouth. That always got
a good reaction from Logan, who fisted my hair and spread his legs even
wider.

	From the way he was whimpering and moaning, I knew he was close. So
I upped my efforts, taking his dick down to the base. The first blast of
cum that streaked across my tongue and hit the back of my mouth was so
familiar, it was like we had done this yesterday.

	Actually, we had done this yesterday: sixty-nining on the couch
last night, after Logan started rubbing his bare foot against mine. I had
come back from college one week ago, and Logan took it upon himself to make
up for lost time. So, every day for the past week, we found ourselves in
this position, in various places: in both of our rooms, on the kitchen
counter, even in our backyard. But that's Logan for you. What he wants, he
gets.




	It started when I was in the 7th grade and he was in the 4th, right
when we started taking a serious interest in swimming. We took swimming
lessons at the YMCA all the time when we were little. Actually, I took
swimming lessons, and Logan had free swimming time because he didn't like
the instructor. I never really understood his reasoning for disliking
Henry; I didn't even know if there was a specific reasoning. You never knew
with Logan.

       Either way, it wasn't until I was in the seventh grade that I
actually saw swimming as something more than just a past time. Down at the
YMCA, they were holding a competition, with any junior high school eligible
to enter. I didn't even really want to do it, but Henry urged me to join
because he thought Logan would get more interested if he saw me
compete. Plus, he said that I actually stood a good chance of placing in
the top three. Whether or not he was just buttering me up to go along with
him, I didn't know, but a compliment from my old swimming teacher meant the
world to me, so I signed up that day.

       And Henry was right. For two weeks, I went to the pool after school
every day, with Logan in tow, and the more he watched me practice, the more
invested he became in this competition. He even started talking about
entering when he was in junior high. So, Logan began learning the basics
with the rest of his class, and I had my personal cheerleader rooting for
me to win this thing.

       The side-effect from all my training was that I started to love
swimming even more too. Beyond the overwhelming urge to win, I began
experiencing this other-worldly feeling when my body surged through the
water. It was like everything above the surface ceased to exist, like I was
able to access this universe that no one else could. And I thought about
how awesome it would be if Logan was able to experience the same sensation.

       I only placed second in the competition, which I took a lot harder
than I should have. But what can I say, I was a seventh grader. None of my
parents congratulations, or the dinky second place ribbon made me feel any
better. I just wanted to be alone for a little while, so Henry let me use
pool after hours, while he did some paperwork in his office. I thought my
parents had taken Logan home, so I was scared half to death when I heard a
loud sound, only to find out that my little brother had dived a cannonball
into the pool.

       "Geez, don't scare me like that. Why aren't you at home with mom and
dad?"

       "You looked sad. Are you mad because you got second? `Cause I
thought you were the coolest swimmer!"

       Obviously, it wasn't about looking cool. It was about having the
fastest time, and I just didn't measure up, but somehow, with Logan smiling
at me like he did, made me feel like a hero. As cheesy as it sounded, it
was exactly the pick-me-up that I needed. So after giving him some tips on
perfecting his form so he would take first place in a couple years, we
headed to the showers so we could head back home.

       Spending so much time at the pool, and having to wash my body before
and after getting into the pool, I didn't really think anything of being
naked in front of other guys. Of course, my body wasn't as calm. Popping
boners had practically become synonymous with showering at the pool. And I
wasn't the only one. Other guys got them too, and it was obvious when they
were trying to hide them, because the instant they were exposed, teasing
came. It was usually in good nature, but avoiding it was always ideal.

       But now I was with Logan, so getting hard never crossed my mind, not
until Logan pointed it out, and rather abruptly, by reaching forward and
grabbing my hard-on.

       "Logan!"

       "Wow, cool! I've never seen a dick so hard like this before. What's
it feel like?"

       Even though my body was soaped up, and I had just been swimming laps
in the pool, my mouth felt super dry. How was I supposed to explain
erections to my little brother, who was in the fourth grade, when I didn't
really understand them myself. My dick just got hard at random times: in
class, in the pool, and a lot after I woke up in the morning. I learned
about masturbation in sex-ed class, but I never really did it that
much. Sure, it felt good, but my wrist got tired, and I got bored. But now
with Logan not only playing with my shaft, but occasionally dipping his
hand down to grab my balls, I deeply regretted giving up early if it meant
surrendering this incredible feeling.

       Soon, I was thrusting into his hand, and he was grinning like he was
on the verge of beating a new level in one of his favorite video games. I
grabbed onto his shoulder for support and cried out as orgasm ripped
through me, a few shots of cum streaking from my dick onto the tiled floor
below me. I had to reach out and steady myself against the wall while I
caught my breath, Logan even more excited than before. He went into
motor-mouth mode, asking me what had just happened, why my face was so red,
why I was breathing so heavily. I was still processing everything, and was
suddenly hyper-aware that Henry was still here, so I hurried Logan up, and
we headed back home.

       I was super quiet on the way home, which Logan noticed. The gravity
of what had just happened started weighing on me. What if someone found
out? What would our parents say? It was all just too much to handle, so I
told him sternly that what had happened in the showers was never going to
happen again. Of course, I had severely underestimated my little brother's
drive to get whatever he wanted.

       That night, I woke up to a strange feeling, a slight breeze at my
lower half. After rubbing my eyes, I found Logan sitting in my bed, between
my legs, playing with my balls with one hand and slowly stroking my shaft
again with the other. Our parents were just down the hall, and my heart was
pounding against my chest so loudly I was sure Logan could hear it. Even if
he knew how nervous I was, I don't think he would have stopped. Even though
my dick was nothing special, he was practically entranced by it, and I have
to admit that I was completely submerged in the pleasure that his hands
were generating. A couple minutes later, I was biting my bottom lip and
humping his hand again until I came. My heart nearly exploded in my chest
when Logan licked my cum from his fingers, and proclaimed that it was
sweet. In that instant, I knew that no amount of denying him was going to
make a difference. This wouldn't be the last time we did this.





       As I predicted, Logan's curiosity didn't wane, and for the rest of
the school year, he would randomly sneak into my bed, or even worse, start
groping me right in the living room when we were watching TV. Of course, he
didn't see anything wrong with what he was doing, and by the time he had
his hands on my dick, neither did I.

	The year I started high school, and Logan began junior high, things
were amped up to a whole new level. I had joined the swim team, which meant
I had to wear the regulation speedo. At first, the thought of squeezing
into the tight white fabric with two light blue lines along my hips was so
embarrassing that I considered dropping out, but my dad refused, adamant
that I wasn't going to be a quitter, especially over something as silly as
a speedo. So in order to face my embarrassment head on, I started wearing
my speedo at the YMCA, which garnered a lot of attention from Logan, and
his friends.

	It was a slightly complicated feeling, Logan making so many new
friends. On the one hand, I was happy that he was adjusting to junior high
so well, and since he started hanging out with guys his own age, that meant
there was less opportunity for him to make more moves on me. But as stupid
as it sounded, I kind of missed the attention. Watching Logan leering at me
from the bleachers, although it made me a little more embarrassed about
wearing my speedo, made me a little relieved that his attention to my body
hadn't faded into nothingness.

	On our way home, Logan said he wanted to get a speedo too. I told
him he didn't need one, and there was no way that dad would go for it, but
in typical Logan fashion, a quick phone call and a whiny "pleaseeee" later,
he had his way again, and we were on our way to the mall.

	Obviously, Logan wasn't interested in what properties a speedo had
that could aid his swimming. He just wanted to look cool, and so he cruised
the smallest and tightest speedos on purpose, the ones with colors that
would stand out from everyone else. And as the "expert," I had to sit in
the fitting room with him and judge each one. One particularly bold choice
was the leopard print one, which I couldn't imagine anyone actually
buying. It was hard to form a proper reaction when I saw Logan's dick
pressing against the front so firmly, so I just told him it looked nice. He
sort of grinned at me like he knew I wanted to say more, which only made my
face turn redder.

	And I kind of did. Watching Logan go through speedo after speedo
called attention to the body he was beginning to develop. As a fourth
grader, he was small, and had those big brown eyes that neither my parents,
nor I, could resist. Now he was getting taller, and all of the swimming was
making his body really toned, especially his legs. I couldn't help looking
at them, which sent the disturbing realization that I'm checking my brother
out to my already panicked brain. And that wasn't all I was looking at.

	Logan's butt had always been a little bigger than average. It
wasn't like it was huge or anything, and it was still in proportion to the
rest of his body, but as a completely objective observation, it was
big. And every time Logan bent over, my eyes traveled to those hairless
melon-shaped cheeks, to what could probably be called a "bubble butt" in a
few years. As conspicuous as I tried to be, Logan definitely caught me
staring, and made a big production of bending over, and spreading his legs
to take off his speedos. Where did he learn to act like this?

	A couple days after my brother had bought his speedo – or I
bought one for him, and my dad paid me back – we went to the YMCA to
practice. All his friends showed up, which I hadn't anticipated. I also
didn't anticipate Logan stripping off his clothes like it was nothing, and
parading around the pool in his speedo, being met with a barrage of hooting
and screaming from his friends. Their loudness was really starting to
attract attention, and even though I started feeling a little embarrassed
because of it, Logan seemed to thrive off it.

	His body was still completely hairless, even under his armpits,
which made his jet black hair stand out that much more. Since I joined the
swim team, I started shaving my whole body, less for the aerodynamics and
more so because I didn't like the way black hair looked on my body,
contrasting my creamy skin. Gym class and extra workouts after school had
given me a more muscular frame, but even apart from the differences in our
body types, Logan really did look like a younger, smaller version of me. Of
course, I was never that daring.

	Logan seemed to take everything on like a dare, most likely to
impress his friends. That was one big reason I assumed why he ended up
pulling my speedo down in the pool and flinging it back and forth between
his friends like it was a Frisbee. When we got home, I yelled at him, for
what had probably been the first time I was legitimately pissed at him.

	"We were just messing around."

	"Then don't drag me into your stupid games! Just give me some
space!"

	He did exactly that. Logan gave me the cold shoulder for a full
week and half, refusing to talk to me, and pretending that I didn't exist,
going so far as to wait until I left the kitchen to get something out of
the refrigerator. He was being childish, so I didn't plan to entertain him,
but once my mom said we had to sit down and work this out, or we would be
grounded, Logan finally agreed.

	We spent an hour just sitting in silence, until Logan finally said
that his friends all thought I was really cool. Apparently, sometimes they
talked about they wanted to have a body like mine. Almost instantly, I was
blushing, unsure if I was more embarrassed or secretly proud that I was
getting so much attention without even realizing it. But that question
quickly shifted to the back of my mind when Logan said he felt like they
paid more attention to me than they did him. Logan had always been somewhat
of an attention seeker, but he never had to look far, because our parents
and I tended to dote on him. It must have been a big adjustment to have to
fight to be looked at, especially in his own group of friends. I guess I
couldn't be mad at him for that.

	"Danny said he had a dream where he kissed you," Logan said like it
was nothing.

	I knew Danny, a boy with blond hair, blue eyes, and the kind of
innocence that made it hard to see how he and Logan got along so well. Not
knowing how to respond, I just replied "yeah?"

	"Yeah. Me too sometimes."

	Now I was really taken off guard. Logan's fascination with my body
had been no secret, but kissing? That felt so much more intimate. I hadn't
even had my first kiss yet, and now Logan was looking at me like he was
going to do it, like he was going to lean in and kiss me. And I didn't stop
him.

	It was tentative at first, just a little gentle peek on the lips,
but the second one lasted longer than the first, and the third even
longer. This was crazy. Logan was now sitting in my lap, and we were
rolling our tongues around one another, attempting to French kiss when
neither of us had the slightest clue what we were doing. But that kind of
made it hotter, our inexperience not interrupting the passion of the
moment, our hands beginning to roam each other's bodies. We were getting
carried away in each other.

	My hands found their way to Logan's butt, and while we continued
tongue-fucking each other's mouths, we started dry humping, me squeezing
those big butt cheeks and eliciting low moans that I swallowed hungrily. I
felt his butt clench in my grip and he whined into our kiss when he came,
me shuddering seconds later as I succumbed to my own dizzying release.

	Logan collapsed on top of me, and for once, I didn't let myself get
bogged down wondering what had just happened and the possible
consequences. He mentioned something about that being a lot better than his
dreams, and I smiled.





	Considering the usual pattern of my refusal, and eventual
submission to Logan's pressing, I fully expected to be making out with him
the next night, but Logan didn't initiate anything then, or the night
after. And before I knew it, a month had passed, and he hadn't tried
anything. I guess he had moved on, which I really should have been happy
about, but admittedly, it left me a little shell-shocked.

	Things were a little awkward at first, partially because I kept
expecting Logan to break down and jump on me, but once months started
passing without any sign that he was still interested, I stopped reading
into everything he did. We sort of drifted back into our usual brotherly
bond.

	During high school, I came to the realization that I was gay. It
was in sophomore year, when another boy on the swim team transferred to my
school. His name was Jeff, and he was really something. Blond hair, green
eyes and cockiness as strong as concrete. After claiming that his swimming
skills were unmatched, he challenged me to a race, and I beat him. I
totally expected him to go on some rampage about how the pool water wasn't
cold enough, or that he was holding back, but he just laughed and said that
maybe he still had some room to learn after all. Just like that, we were
best friends.

	He had a huge house, complete with all the latest video games, and
a giant pool in the backyard. Apparently, his parents installed it just so
he could practice without having to worry about other people and whatever
gross diseases they brought to the pool. A little extreme, but it was hard
to argue with a pool like this as the result.

	So we swam around in his pool a lot, clad in nothing but our
uniform speedos. One day, he challenged me to a re-match from that first
day, three laps back and forth in any style we wanted. He was really
boasting that he was going to beat me this time. I briefly wondered if I
should let him win. It seemed kind of rude to crush someone in their
backyard. But knowing Jeff, he would hate me more if I took it easy on him,
so I used my best butterfly stroke, and managed to outspeed him again. This
time, he just stared at me, an intensity so strong that I was a little
afraid he was about to start screaming and kick me out of his house or
something. And when he swam towards me, backing me up against a corner, I
started to fear that he was going to hit me. The last thing I expected was
for him to smash our lips together.

	Now I was a junior, and hadn't kissed anyone since Logan and I had
dry-humped each other last year. Maybe it was pent up energy, but I wasted
no time in kissing him back just as aggressively. Our dicks were crushed
together through our speedos, both of us rolling our hips forward in a
rhythm so incredibly awkward, but so hot that it made my brain
overload. Before we creamed our speedos, Jeff grabbed my hand, and dragged
me out of the pool, to his bedroom. Our speedos were off in a flash, and we
were groping each other while we made out.

	Then Jeff started kissing down my body, licking my nipples and
kissing my abs. I wondered where on Earth he learned to do all of this, but
my attention was instantly diverted when he bit down on my neck.

	"Hey, that's gonna leave a mark!"

	"It already did," he said with his signature cocky smirk.

	I was going to get on his case about it, but he shut me up with a
kiss, and I melted into his embrace. My dick was leaking pre-cum like
crazy, and Jeff was in a similar state.

	"Let's suck each other off," he said in a husky tone. There was no
room for argument in his voice, which was fine because I doubt I would have
resisted given the opportunity. We sixty-nined, me on the bottom.

	I wasn't sure which sensation was more exciting, trying to fit
Jeff's dick down my throat, or Jeff sucking on my dick while rolling my
balls. Not accustomed to the incredible new feeling coursing through my
body, I creamed almost instantly, my hips jutting off the bed while I
filled Jeff's mouth with my seed. Jeff got off me, sat on my chest and
jerked his dick rapidly with my saliva as a slick assistant, until he blew
his load over my face. Then he licked every last drop off, and our mouths
melted into another long, slow kiss.

	That was the day that I was sure that I was gay. And even though
Jeff insisted that he was straight, and just liked the excitement of
fooling around, he said he had no problem with me being gay. In fact, he
was glad. That way I would constantly be willing to suck his dick. I
assured him that wasn't going to be the case, and he just smirked, slugging
me in the arm.

	"Just try not to fall in love with me."

	Love? I don't think that was what it was, but it might have come
pretty close, as close as it could to a junior high school student
anyway. I felt comfortable around Jeff, like I could tell him anything,
especially since he was the only person I was out to. He told me about the
girls he liked, and I told him about the girls I liked. I told him about
how my dad had been taking on more hours at his office, and how my mom was
starting to get annoyed with him, and I was too. It felt like he was
gradually slipping out of the rest of our lives, and for what, more money?
It just seemed so selfish. I didn't talk to Logan about this kind of stuff,
but there was something about Jeff that made me open up to him. Maybe it
was because he really didn't have a filter, so I knew he was always being
completely honest with me, and that made it easy to reciprocate.

	We fooled around a lot during our junior year, and on the night of
our prom, we almost went all the way. Jeff got smashed, and I got a little
buzzed, not wanting to drink myself into a stupor for two reasons: throwing
up and passing out wasn't my idea of a good time, and I wanted to be sober
enough to make sure Jeff didn't do anything stupid.

	We crashed at his place, and once we started getting undressed, I
found Jeff's body pressed against mine and his hands finishing my job. Over
the months, we had really discovered each other's bodies and our
own. Through Jeff's hands and mouth, I found that I really liked playing
with my nipples, and I loved it when he licked my armpits. In turn, he
loved it when I sucked on his toes, which I thought was super weird when he
first suggested it to me. But when he planted his size tens in my face, I
began sniffing and sucking on them like they were most appetizing things in
the world.

	Probably because we were drunk, our kisses were a lot wetter and
messier than usual, but that only sparked even more heat through my body.

	"Suck my cock, Brad," Jeff moaned, looking down at me with
half-lidded eyes.

	Usually, I went right to it, but tonight, I decided to tease him,
lapping at his balls instead. Jeff's nuts were super sensitive, so when I
began sucking on his big balls, he practically screamed. Luckily, his
parents were out of town, so we could make all the noise we wanted. And one
I started alternating between sucking on his balls and licking down his
legs to suck on his toes, I had Jeff moaning like he was losing his mind.

	Just when I decided to give up on my teasing, Jeff pushed me onto
my back, lifted my legs into the air and spread my butt cheeks. I shivered
when he ran his index finger over my tight pink hole.

	"Nice ass, dude..."

	Unceremoniously, he shoved his face between my cheeks and began
licking my entrance. I nearly busted my nuts right then and there, but when
he started pushing his tongue inside my pink pucker, I gripped the bed
sheets and screamed his name. He took his sweet time, lapping at my hole,
before sliding his middle finger inside me, which went inside a lot easier
than I had anticipated.

	He's going to fuck me.

	That was the thought that continue to reverberate through my
mind. And I was surprisingly okay with it. He wasn't even gay, so it wasn't
like I was going to lose my virginity to my one true love, but I trusted
Jeff more than anybody else. And who knew if there ever would be an
"anybody else." By the time, he eased a second finger inside me and found
my spot, I wasn't just accepting of the idea of feeling my best friend's
dick inside me. I was looking forward to it.

	Unfortunately, my excitement got the best of me when Jeff's
fingertips brushed against that spot inside me. He continued curling his
digits deeper to hit that spot with more power and accuracy, and I was
coming buckets, thick spurt after spurt of my seed shooting across my
chest.

	Once Jeff withdrew his fingers, I was panting for breath. He just
smiled at me and got some tissues to clean me up. It was the gentlest I had
ever seen him. And after he patted a space next to him to sleep, I was
pretty sure that if this wasn't love, I couldn't get any closer.





	During senior year, Jeff got a girlfriend. Naturally, as his best
friend, I put on the most supportive act I could manage, even though it
made me feel really uncomfortable when they kissed right in front of me. I
decided to throw myself into college preparations. This was a huge step,
and I was a little scared to leave home, but with Jeff spending more and
more time with his girlfriend, I was beginning to look forward to getting
away from everything.

	The one good thing about Jeff hanging out with his girlfriend, was
that I began spending more time with Logan again. I hadn't even realized
how much time we had been spending apart, until we were sitting on the
couch one day, and the cable went out. Normally, we had no idea talking to
one another, but our conversations just didn't flow like they used to. Were
we so out of practice with each other that we had to rely on TV to break
the silence we couldn't fill ourselves?

       His suggestion to hit the pool was probably the best possible
one. Now I had completely grown out of my initial embarrassment of wearing
a speedo in a public pool, and Logan didn't made a spectacle of showing
himself off. That didn't mean he still didn't look good, because he did. He
still had that boyish look he always did, but with puberty, it was more
pronounced, set aglow by his well-toned frame. Clad in his light blue and
green speedo, and me in my red and white one, we swam back and forth across
the pool. It felt good to not be competing against someone, but just
enjoying the water, and the surprising absence of other people. It wasn't
exactly the hottest day, which is why the few people there began heading
out pretty soon after we got there. It was a miracle for us to be the only
two in the pool, and we took the opportunity to catch up. The very fact
that two brothers living in the same house had to "catch up" seemed kind of
sad to me, but it couldn't really be helped.

       Coming out to Logan wasn't awkward at all. He just grinned and told
me to tell him something that he hadn't already known for years. The offset
of how much mature his body had become over the years, but that grin was
still just as adorable really hit home at that moment.

       Logan had been taking swimming a lot more seriously, even
volunteering at the YMCA on weekends as an assistant coach for younger
kids. He was just teaching the basics, but according to him, all the little
kids loved him, and it was easy to see why. But how did I miss something so
important in his life? I guess I had been spending more time with Jeff than
I had realized.

       "Let's never get like this again, okay?" I asked.

       "Like what?"

       "Like we can't even think of anything to say when the TV goes out,"
I said with a laugh.

       "Well, just don't disappear when you go to college."

       "Promise."





       The night of my high school graduation, there was a big party at
Jeff's house. I didn't go.

       It was petty and stupid, but I just couldn't take seeing Jeff and
his girlfriend holding hands and being all happy together. I really wasn't
being a good friend, but considering how little we had seen of each other
lately, I doubted it would make a big deal either way to him. He probably
wouldn't even notice that I wasn't there.

       So, instead, I spent the night at home, with my family. Mom made all
my favorite foods for dinner and a huge cake that was way too big even for
the four of us. Dad cried during his speech, and Logan just looked happy to
be around me. I was way happier here than I ever would have been at that
party.

       After my parents went to bed, Logan and I stayed up and watched The
Lion King on my computer. It was my favorite movie, and he saved up money
to buy the limited edition DVD with bonus features as a graduation
present. We lay together on my bed, laying on our stomachs while we watched
the movie, though my attention kept drifting to how close we were. I could
smell him, and he smelled really good, even though I was sure he wasn't
wearing any particular cologne or deodorant.

       It was 3:00 in the morning when we finally finished the movie, and
had exhausted ourselves with the bonus clips. At a time like this, I really
didn't want to move away into a dorm, get a roommate that I didn't know it
all. I just wanted to be here with Logan.

       "Hey, Brad. One more graduation gift."

       Before I could ask what it was, Logan was on top of me and his lips
were pressed against my own. It wasn't like before, the aggressive
inexperienced kisses that revealed how horny and curious he was. Everything
felt a lot more practiced, and Logan seemed surer of himself. Had he been
kissing other people? Other boys?

       He eased me out of my clothes, and I stripped him, taking a moment
to drink in the sight of his naked body. About to be a high school
freshman, Logan had an impressive set of abs and a dick already just about
five inches, which was pulsing in anticipation right now. Unconsciously, I
licked my lips, before guiding him onto his back. Luckily, messing around
with Jeff so often had made me pretty skilled at giving blowjobs, which
Logan must not have been expecting, because he had to bite down on my
pillow to keep himself from moaning too loudly.

       But the urge to taste him completely was growing inside me. So, to
his frustration, I left his dick and kissed my way across his chest,
sliding my tongue into his armpits, and even down his legs so I could suck
on his toes. The whole time, Logan was writhing on my bed, and whimpering
my name, so by the time I took his cock back into my mouth, I had him
spewing his load without warning. I didn't expect him to come so much, but
swallowed all of his seed, before he eagerly pushed me back to reciprocate.

       When Logan began bobbing his head between my legs, I was sure that
he had been practicing. There was no way that he could be this skilled
naturally. Even when I couldn't fight the urge to thrust upward into his
mouth, he took it gracefully, using one hand to juggle my balls, until they
contracted in his grip, and my cum burst into his mouth.

       We shared a cum-filled kiss, before cleaning up in the shower, where
we sucked each other off again. Lying in bed, I wondered just how far along
we would have gone if I hadn't pulled away years ago.




       My first year in college was difficult. Adjusting to the workload
was doable, but it was really lonely. My roommate, Steven, was a nice
enough guy, but we never hung out. He was always in the library, or sitting
at his desk on his side of our room, clearly not wanting to be disturbed
from his studies. The only thing that kept me from feeling totally alone
were my skype sessions with Logan. Those weekend chats gave me a sense of
normalcy, Logan filing me in on his sophomore year, and how swim team was
going. There wasn't much going on for me, so I let him do most of the
talking, which I was happy to do.

       But it was always easy to keep a constant schedule at the beginning,
when the distance was fresh. A couple months later, Logan started getting
busy, and the skype calls dwindled in frequency, until weeks passed without
us talking to each other. That was why I was glad to get back home for
summer vacation.





       Logan was even hornier since I last left him. On the very first
night back, we were kissing in my bed. I had really tried not to think
about it in college, knowing that getting hung up on something like this
would make it really hard to find a boyfriend. And when I was in a space
with guys who were out of the closet, and available on the same campus,
wasn't I better off taking every chance I could get? And yet, I couldn't
imagine being anywhere else than right here with Logan.

       The only problem I ran into that summer was realizing that Logan had
taken on a lot more that year than I realized, including two new friends:
Connor and Romeo.

       Connor was a senior, and captain of the swim team at Logan's high
school. He was built, way more muscular than the average swimmer. And he
was super flirtatious, so much that I wondered if he and Logan were an
item, or if the older boy was pushing for it, because Logan just joked
right back. It didn't seem like Logan took any of the advances seriously,
maybe because Connor joked around with Romeo, a freshman on the swim team,
who looked like his face was going to explode from blushing so
frequently. He was cute, adorable even, but I found it hard to imagine him
fitting in with Logan and Connor. The bond of swimming must have been
stronger than I realized.

       I guess I assumed Logan and I would be spending all of our summer
together, but he invited Connor and Romeo over a lot, and the three of them
ended up playing video games in his room. Through no fault of my own
(mostly anyway), I happened to walk by one day just when Connor exclaimed
that Romeo lost, so he had to take off his shirt.

       "Oh, geez. Do I have to?"

       "Yep, those are the rules. You can't play Strip Mario Kart if no one
strips."

       I really shouldn't have been spying. That wasn't even what I
intended to do. But the door was open a peek, which allowed me just enough
of a view to get worked up over, because the more the clothes came off, the
more the flirtatious Connor got. And when Logan mentioned something about a
hard-on, I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere from my spot.

       My hand dropped to my crotch and I palmed myself through my jeans as
I watched Logan and Connor work Romeo over. Connor was sucking Romeo off,
while Logan was rimming the younger boy, and if Romeo's high-pitched moans
were anything to go by, he was doing a really good job.

       I was jealous.

       I felt pathetic. I really wanted to believe that they were just
fooling around, that they were just three horny teenagers, but in the back
of my mind, I just couldn't believe that people could mess around without
any feeling whatsoever. At least, that had been the case for me. My mind
began working up these elaborate scenes of the three of them fucking each
other in every position imaginable, Logan secretly loving every second
because he actually harbored feelings for one of them, or maybe even
both. Though he never actually came out and said he was gay, I had always
assumed that he was.

       Once Romeo came, they settled back into game, and aside from Romeo's
crazy flushed face, they didn't look any different than when they usually
did, except they were all naked.

       As hot a scene as it had been, I didn't get off from watching it. I
was upset. Lying on my bed, I tried to convince myself that this was all
just a side-effect of being lonely. Next year, I needed to meet some new
people, join some clubs, and find a boyfriend. This was probably just an
emptiness and Logan was the easiest person to fill it. But no matter what
path my mind went on, it always lead me back to this pressing urge, this
discomfort with seeing Logan with anyone else but me. Did I seriously have
feelings for my little brother?





       A couple weeks after coming home, Logan and I had the house to
ourselves. He woke up late as usual, and found me in the kitchen, making
breakfast. At that point, I was in a pretty bad mood. Connor had come over
last night, and it was shameless how flirtatious he was with my little
brother. I couldn't even stand to be in the same room with him. And he
stayed over until 1 in the morning, so it wasn't like I could avoid him. I
kind of just wanted to be alone.

       But Logan strolled into the kitchen wearing his bright yellow
briefs, and I got even more frustrated with myself for checking him out,
because now it was undeniable that my brother had a bubble butt.

       "Sorry if Connor and I made too much noise last night. We were
watching videos on his phone. He knows the most hilarious..."

       "Are you in love with Connor?"

       Logan was clearly taken off guard by the question, eyes widening
before he smiled. "Connor? Are you crazy? That'd be way weird."

       "Well it's not like you have any trouble sucking his dick."

       That came off a lot more venomous than I meant to. No, actually, it
was probably pretty accurate considering how I was feeling. Logan, on the
other hand, immediately went on the defensive, which wasn't a surprise at
all.

       "What's that supposed to mean? It's not like it matters to you,
anyway."

       "It kinda does, when you make out with me the day before! If you
want to fuck that meathead then go ahead, but I'm not gonna be your sloppy
seconds."

       I could see the pieces moving in Logan's mind, his mind unraveling
everything coming out of my mind, until he grinned. Scratch that. It was
more like a sneer.

       "So you're jealous? Is that why you're being such a jerk?"

       Would it be better to save face and lie? If anybody would be able to
see through it, it would be Logan. I felt way too vulnerable, like I was
wide open and exposed. I couldn't take it. Storming out of the kitchen, I
ran up to my room and slammed the door. Here I was, a college student
throwing a tantrum like a little kid. What was Logan doing to me? Or
perhaps the better question was what had I let Logan to do me?


       This all could have been avoided if I had just pushed Logan's hand
away that day in the YMCA showers. If I hadn't caved into him like I always
did, we would have never fallen into this pattern, and I wouldn't need him
like I did now. God, I was a mess.






       The last thing I wanted to do was talk to Logan right now, but he
pushed my door open and looked at me like for the first time, he was really
thinking what to say before the words came out of his mouth.

       "It's your fault, you know."

       Well, if that was what he came to after contemplating his words, I
knew it was the best I was going to get.

       "What?"

       "You think too much. I didn't have a chance because you think it's
weird that I'm your brother, or that I'm too young, or whatever. I just
never worried about that kind of stuff."

       "So you're telling me you never thought it was a little weird to be
making out with your brother? Not even once?"

       "Well, sure, I thought about it, but I didn't care that much."

       It probably sounds a lot more absent-minded than it did to me. Logan
really wasn't the type to get vulnerable. I had really only seen it when we
were kissing, or holding each other intimately, but he was looking at me
with a different expression, like he was hurt.

       I could have come back at him that I was being the responsible one,
the level-headed one, at least until I gave into our mutual desire, but
what good would that do? It would only further serve his point that I was
letting my brain make all the decisions, instead of just going with my
feelings. He was the high schooler here though. He had the luxury of being
a stupid teenager. I was the one who would have to worry about being
accused of taking advantage of him, even though he and I both knew that
wasn't what I was doing. All the consequences made my brain hurt, but I
shut them out, walk towards him and pressed our bodies together in a tight
hug.

       He was clearly surprised by my sudden change of heart, but once I
felt him relax against me, I began stroking his hair. He smelled
nice. Logan looked up at me, and I felt the same glow in his eyes as I used
to, that soft expression that showed the rare times he wasn't so sure of
himself. I cupped his cheeks and brought our lips together.

       Over the past few weeks, our mouths knew exactly how to slip into a
tongue-war. But this time felt entirely different, like I was kissing Logan
for the very first time, and I had to re-memorize every inch of those full
pink lips again.

       He held onto my biceps, the two of us standing in the middle of the
room while I kissed him over and over again. We weren't underwater, but
that sensation of being in a different universe was right there with me,
like there was nobody else in the world. But now, I was experiencing it
with Logan.

       Our right hands met, fingers instantly falling between the gaps so
that we were squeezing each other's hand. Logan moaned into our kiss when I
sucked on his tongue, and I took the opportunity to lift him up and lay him
on my bed. Since he was already almost completely naked, I didn't have to
waste time stripping him. All the bare skin that I wanted to touch, to
taste, was right there in front of me.

       I had practically worshipped Jeff's body with my tongue, so I knew
all of his ins and outs, but I wanted to discover Logan's, all the spots
that were most pleasurable for him. So I made sure to run my hands and
tongue across every inch of his body, even slipping my tongue into his ear,
and sucking on his Adam's Apple, committing every moan and whine to memory.

       I kissed under his armpits, and sucked on his nipples, twisting one
bud between my fingers while I flicked the tip of the other with my
tongue. Logan's abs were incredible, and I made sure to spend my time on
each one, kissing and licking them, feeling the hard muscles tense under my
tongue, until I eased my way down, bypassing the bulge threatening to snap
his briefs down the middle. Instead, I licked down his legs and sucked on
his toes, loving the way he used his free foot to massage my crotch. It
almost made me shoot my load in my shorts, but I managed to keep my cool,
and finally slip my brother's briefs off his body.

       Sucking Logan had nearly become second nature. This was one part of
him that I knew without question. I knew how to suck on his balls with just
the right amount of pressure to hurt a little, pushing him even further
into the throes of pleasure. I also knew Logan didn't want to proclaim his
orgasm so quickly, so I had to read the signs of his body, and know when to
back off when he was right on edge.

       For a moment, my mind raced back to Jeff tonguing my hole, and Logan
doing the same to Romeo. Without making a big deal about it, I pulled off
Logan's dick and sat on all fours, raising by butt high in the air and
spreading my butt cheeks wide enough to expose my pink pucker. Logan
instantly got the message, and replaced my hands with his own, before
sending his tongue to work.

       If I was feeling half of what Romeo felt, then the freshman must
have been in heaven when Logan did this to him. Jeff had been good, but
there was something about Logan's tongue, the way that big wet muscle
curled and eased its way into my hole that had my toes curling and his
stomach muscles tightening.

       "Fingers..."

       My little brother had me begging for it, but I wasn't embarrassed in
the least. He slid his fingers inside me, taking his time to stretch me as
wide as he could, before adding another and curling them deeper to find my
spot. He had me seeing stars by the time, he guided me onto my back.

       "I've never done this before..." he said. Logan was blushing. There
was a sight I would never forget.

       It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. But it wasn't as painful
either. Logan slipped out a couple times before finding his rhythm, but
when he finally did, it felt like our bodies were starting to melt
together.

       Effectively, Logan was pounding my hole, his balls slapping loudly
against my ass cheeks. He was thrusting so hard that my bed was beginning
to squeak, but my attention was focused solely on Logan. Looking up my
little brother, I watched his sweaty figure continuously push deeper inside
me, his face giving away how hard he was trying not to come. And when he
couldn't take any more, he cried my name out and rocked his hips forward in
rapid speed.

       His cum felt so warm inside me that I lost it, my dick spurting
thick globs of seed all over my chest, the first blasts so strong that it
even hit me in the face. We were both panting for air by the time Logan
collapsed on top of me, my cum sticky between our sweat-slick chests. I ran
my hand down his back, letting my mind continue its leave of absence while
I bathed in the afterglow of ecstasy.





       For the rest of summer, I volunteered at the YMCA as a swimming
instructor, and Logan did too. It was awesome being able to share my
passion for swimming with a bunch of kids, and even better to see Logan in
action, just as excited as I was. It made me remember how we didn't want to
do anything but float around on his own back in the fourth grade, and now
here he was, making even the rowdiest kids excited about learning the
basics. They wanted to be just like him, and Logan loved the attention.

       It was good working side by side, especially when it was just the
two of us trusted with closing the place. After spending some time holding
each other underwater, we usually had sex in the showers, our wet soapy
bodies pressed together, my back against the shower wall, while Logan
thrust upward into me.

       Maybe I was making things worse, pushing myself deeper into
this...whatever we had, and setting myself for major disappointment when
Logan's interest veered off. After all, Jeff's had. There was no guarantee
that Logan wouldn't be the same way, but for now, I wasn't going to let my
mind interfere with what my heart wanted so badly.




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