Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 07:07:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Robin Eagleson <robineagleson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oversleeping

Note: This story is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents,
dialogue, and plot are the products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely
coincidental.

Oversleeping
By Robin Eagleson
robineagleson@yahoo.com

It started because I didn't pick my brother up from school.  This alone
hadn't been entirely my fault.  I'd been up the entire night writing my
research paper for English, and the result was oversleeping in the morning
and stumbling out the front door without even having time to shower.  I
hate it when I have to go to school without showering.  This triggered a
chain of events that easily made up the weirdest developments in my life.

My whole day was crap.  I trudged from one class to the other, feeling
lifeless and empty.  I didn't stop at my locker to talk to my friends
during breaks, and at lunch I ducked into the library with a bunch of
social rejects and buried myself in an armchair to sleep for a few minutes.
Those few minutes turned into over an hour, and by the time I scampered
back to my class, I was twenty minutes late, and since I had no viable
excuse, I was sent to the office with a referral for being out of my
assigned area, wherever that was.  After reading my horrible, done at the
last minute research paper on the background of Shakespeare aloud to my
unimpressed classmates, I was forced to undergo a painful hour and a half
of history for my last class, in which I had forgotten to bring my
contribution to the group project we were working on.  It was, all in all,
easily one of the worst days of my sophomore year in high school, and
perhaps one of the worst days in the history of school period.  By the time
I dejectedly entered my house that afternoon, I was feeling thoroughly
miserable, and I didn't think life would seem any brighter until I took a
really intense nap.  I switched off the phone in my room so as not to be
disturbed, pulled off my shirt and jeans, and wrapped myself around my
comforter.

On this day, even that foolproof plan didn't work.  After what couldn't
have been more than a few hours later, my door was wrenched open and my
12-year-old terror of a brother Evan was in the doorway.  He held a piece
of paper in his hand, and wore a look of utter rage on his face.  "I guess
you didn't see this when you stared at yourself in the mirror for fifteen
minutes this morning!" he bellowed at me, marching up to the side of my bed
and thrusting the piece of paper in my face:

Austin, Please pick up Evan from school today.  He will need to be at
soccer practice by four.  Love, Mom.

I angrily swatted the note away after reading it, annoyed with how he was
forcing it in my face.  "I didn't even get to go in the bathroom this
morning, you little shit," I grumbled at him.  "I woke up late and had to
go straight to school.  I never saw the stupid note."

This wasn't going to settle the dispute, which I knew even before I said
the words.  Nothing was settled easily in my family.  We all had legendary,
world-class tempers that often didn't subside until something truly
damaging had been done.  "I had to walk home!" he continued to yell.  "And
I missed my practice on top of that!  You did it on purpose!  Why else
wouldn't you have answered the phone?  I called you like five times!" he
ranted, giving my shoulder a hard shot with his fist.

It didn't really hurt very much, and besides, we fought and hit each other
all the time.  But there was something about him acting like this on this
day that I couldn't quite cope with.  He must have seen the anger
illuminate my face, because suddenly his face dramatically transformed into
one of great fear.  He dropped his stupid note and took off out the door,
shutting it behind him as an attempt to confuse me.

I could have gone through the door in my state of my rage at any rate, and
I don't even remember flinging it open.  All I remember is running him down
and catching him in the living room, diving at him headlong from behind and
bringing him roughly down face first on the sofa.  He's lucky it wasn't the
coffee table.  Simply catching him had taken away much of my anger, so I
didn't return the blow he'd dealt me.  Instead I put pressed on the back of
his neck with my forearm and twisted his right arm behind his back,
stopping when I figured it'd be semi-painful.  I was content with just
keeping him in this position, pressing his head against the upholstery for
a few minutes and then letting it go, but he had to go and make it worse by
struggling.

With his free arm, he scratched and clawed at my torso, which was
particularly vulnerable being in its naked state.  When he had finally
struggled his way into a little bit of freedom, he forced his way out of
the hold I had on him and gave my forearm a pretty vicious bite.  I lost my
temper all over again and hit him hard on the inside of the shoulder, which
hurt him enough to make him cry out, but not enough to keep him from
growing more incensed.  Somehow he had wrestled his way completely free by
now and was trying to retaliate by hitting me as many times as he could in
the stomach.  I kept trying to push him away and grab his hands to stop
him, but any time I got a hold of him he just bit me again.  I grew rather
tired of trying to fend his crazy attack off, so I simply threw him off of
me onto the floor and dropped my entire weight on top of him, not even
caring if it hurt.  We were both relatively small framed, and I didn't have
more than fifty pounds on him anyway.

He was completely trapped this time, but his struggles didn't stop.  He
wriggled around underneath me, fervently trying to escape so he could claw
at me some more.  "You have no idea how much my day sucked," I said to him
when he took a second to rest.  "I didn't know I was supposed to pick you
up, damn it," I added, hoping he could get the anger out of his system.  At
my last statement, he finally did relax.  His body, previously tensed up to
the point of being as rigid as a board, drooped noticeably and he started
panting to catch his breath.

Hoping he hadn't duped me, I rolled off of him and tried to catch my
breath, too.  He pulled his stomach off the ground and turned to where he
was lying on his back.  "I had to walk home," he pouted again, but much
calmer this time.  His blond hair had become matted to his forehead in our
struggles, and he brushed it out of his eyes.  "Why did you have to
oversleep today?"

As I started to make a sarcastic reply about how sorry I was I chose such a
bad day to accidentally wake up late for school, I realized my cock was
hanging out of my boxers, perfectly in between the flaccid and erect state.
I was torn between trying to adjust it and trying to keep from drawing
attention to it.  Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I subtly
reached down and tucked it back in.

"About time," Evan said with a knowing smirk.  My face burned.  Revealing
your dick to your little brother is just one of many cons involved in
fighting in boxers.  "You kept poking me with it," he continued.  "That
hurt worse than anything else you did," he taunted, and his tone came out
almost flirtatiously.  I gave him a look meaning to imply I thought he was
being even weirder than usual.  "Whatever," I said rising to my feet.  "I'm
going to take a shower and then go back to bed.  Don't fucking wake me up
this time."

I started up the shower and eased out of my boxers.  Evan probably wasn't
lying.  It must have hurt to be stabbed by the swollen member hanging
between my legs.  It was spring board stiff, and as I waited for the water
to heat up I knew I would be dedicating part of this shower to the
pleasures of masturbation.  Normally I preferred the comfort of my bed, but
I didn't take issue with the shower.  Had I gotten up on time this morning,
I probably would have done it before school.  That was probably why I was
bulging so badly now.

The water instantly helped.  The entire day's stress had been building up
inside of me, but getting some of it out during the fight with Evan and the
streaming hot water had released a lot of tension.  I stood directly
underneath the shower head, soaking up every drop while I began working on
yet another thing that would release some of my tension.

At first it was just like always.  I closed my eyes, leaned back, got hit
in the face with warm water, and tugged methodically on my still raging
hard cock picturing some of the better looking girls in my grade and
imagining parting their legs and banging them for hours.  I was entirely a
virgin in most every sense, but I'd had a few girlfriends and done a lot of
the softer things girls and guys tend to do together.  I was still just a
sophomore, so I had plenty of time.

But something went astray on this otherwise normal occasion.  A quick,
almost subliminal vision of wrestling with Evan on the couch burned its way
into my mind, nearly causing me to erupt all over the shower wall in what I
had thought was only about the middle of my stroking.  I had been slowly
building up the tempo, but I figured there was a good two or three extra
minutes of jacking before the orgasm hit.  Upon that flash of memory, it
had nearly been all over abruptly.  This was a strange enough development
for me to let go of my dick altogether.  It didn't soften any, though.

As if on cue, the door opened.  "I have to take a piss!" Evan's voice
shouted out immediately.

"Shut the door you dumb shit.  You're letting cold air in," I responded,
genuinely pissed and for the moment forgetting how odd this whole day was
becoming.  "Can't you use Mom and Dad's bathroom?" I asked suspiciously
through the curtain.

"That's all the way upstairs!" he whined followed by the clank the of the
toilet seat being lifted up.  "I'll be done in a second anyway," he added.
I stood there motionless, still quite comfortable in the water, but unsure
of how to proceed.  I knew he wouldn't be able to see me through the
curtain, but there was no way I could continue jacking off with him just a
foot away, especially if I was going to accidentally picture him while I
was doing it.

"You'd better not flush that, you little bastard," I warned, suddenly
remembering he would probably do it out of habit and send my testicles into
my stomach.  I had just instinctively poked my head out of the side of the
curtain when I said that to him, and that turned out to be a huge mistake.

I guess he was trying to pee; it wasn't like I could have accused him of
lying about that.  He was standing over the toilet, both hands on his dick,
which just so happened to be every bit as hard as mine.  He looked right at
me when I peeked out to warn him about flushing the toilet, and caught me
as my eyes took in his erect state.  For the second time, my face flushed,
but I was frozen and unable to pull my eyes away.

"I really do have to pee," he shrugged, looking at me almost
apologetically.  "It just won't come out like this."  His words brought me
back to life, and I quickly pulled my head back out of sight without
responding to his comment.  I waited only one or two seconds before taking
my own enlarged cock back in my hand and pumping on it furiously.  This
time there was nothing accidental.  The image of Evan standing there
holding his hard little cock over the toilet was engraved in my retinas,
and I was seeing nothing else as I fervently jacked off.

The toilet seat slammed shut, followed by the sound of a flush and an
instant decrease in temperature that felt like about a thousand degrees.
"God damn it!" I yelped, leaping out of the shower in self defense and
coming face to face with the culprit, who seemed truly apologetic.

"I forgot!" he stammered, expecting me to beat the shit out of him for real
this time.  This time it was his turn to stare at my private area, which
was now as swollen as ever, having been teased two times with the prospect
of ejaculation only to be halted on both occasions.  "I really forgot," he
said, forcing his eyes to look back up at mine.

"Will you get out of here already?" I asked him with an attempt at disgust.
It didn't come out right.  It sounded to me like a half-hearted plea.  Part
of me really didn't want him to leave, and even the part of me that did was
just being sensible that something really bizarre might happen if he
didn't.  He brushed the golden blond hair out of his eyes again, turned,
and started to leave.  Something about seeing him adjust the hair on his
head turned me on really bad, and at this point I was aware enough of my
sudden desire for him that I knew it instantly.  As soon as he got his hand
on the door, I spoke without thinking.  "Wait," I started uncertainly, my
heart leaping into my chest.  "Do you want to come in with me?" I asked,
immediately stunned at my shocking, horrid invitation.  This was bound to
scar us both forever no matter what he responded with.  I could only hope
he wouldn't think too much of it; after all, we had showed together before.
Just not in several years, and it was never because one of us asked the
other to do so.

He paused with his back to me, and in that second I nearly blurted out that
I was only kidding and he needed to get the fuck out for real, but he
turned to where his profile was facing me, and the grin on his face stopped
me.  "Yes," he said simply, removing his hand from the door and pulling his
clothes off at record speed.  He didn't make a big show of the stripping
process, but once he had joined me in being naked we resumed our staring
games.

His cock was small; there was no denying it.  Even in that much excited
state it was in now, it wasn't very sizable.  I didn't remember how my dick
had looked back then, but I was pretty sure it was bigger than that.  All
the same, I was one horny bastard at the current time, and I didn't care.
I stepped back into the shower, which had returned to its previous warm
state, and watched as he confidently strode across the room and joined me.

We stood facing each other, and although my cock was desperate for action,
my head was reeling.  Nothing really coherent came out of it, so I just
stood there and stared at him blankly.  He inched closer to me, a full six
inches shorter, and somewhat shyly touched his cock against mine.  The
contact was lethal, and for the second time I had almost lost it with no
warning.  His action, however slight, had woken me up, and I reached down
and squeezed both of our dicks at the same time, rubbing them together and
slowly rocking back and forth.  At this, Evan gasped, closed his eyes, and
began swaying his hips along with mine.

I fondled the combined thickness of our two dicks pressed together until I
was close to shooting again, and then pulled away and stroked his by
itself.  It felt great in my hand, and it didn't take me long before I was,
without any doubt in the world, jacking off my little brother.  "Oh, fuck,"
he moaned, extremely caught up in the heat of the moment as I was.  "Fuck,
fuck, fuck," was all he got out as I tugged on it harder and faster.  "This
feels so fucking good."  His articulation was improving.

He lasted all of two minutes before spraying a light load on the shower
floor.  He would be thirteen in just a month, so I guess it wasn't all that
surprising he was shooting already.  He said very little in the immediate
aftermath of his orgasm, and although I was hornier than ever now, I turned
away from him and buried my face in the hot stream of water, perhaps as a
way to prove that this had really just happened.

It was definitely real.  Even crept up behind me, fitting his now soft cock
snugly against my ass, pressing his face against my back and wrapping his
arms around my waist.  He bumped my cock with his hand, and then slowly
took hold of it, wrapping his fist around it firmly and beginning what
would likely be a very short hand job.

As he pumped, his cock grew progressively larger and before long it was
fully erect once again and sliding all over my cheeks.  He kept his face
buried in my back; I could feel warmth whenever he exhaled against my skin.
For the third time in the past fifteen minutes, I was nearing orgasm.  This
time, I had a feeling nothing was going to interrupt it, though.  The force
of his grip on my cock was surprisingly strong, and he was stroking me
pretty expertly.  When I felt his lips touch my back, I gave up even trying
to hold off any longer and began letting loose the biggest flow of cum I
think I'd ever seen personally.

Evan slowed his movements down gradually, almost coaxing the last few
spasms out of me, while continuing to plant soft kisses on my back.  Once
my vision cleared and I began to regain my senses, the overwhelmingly loud
sound of the garage door split our silence, jerking us apart instantly.
Knowing our time was limited, he jumped out of the shower and threw a towel
around his slim body, hastily gathering up his clothes and bolting out the
door.  I stayed in the shower an extra half an hour, soaking up the water
until my skin had shrivelled everywhere while trying to come to terms with
what had just happened.  It was too soon to regret it, but I wasn't sure
that wouldn't kick in as soon as it started to seem real.  I didn't know if
Evan would be seeking me out any time real soon, though.


He did, though.  That very same night, in fact.  I'd been lying in my bed
well past midnight, unable to sleep from a combination of my nap earlier
and our experience in the shower.  I'd like to say I was surprised to see
him, but I knew it was coming.  He slid in beside me, and ever so slightly
pressed his bare leg against mine.  I could feel his nakedness, but I could
sense it even more.  His hand worked its way into the bundle of sheets and
snaked its way down my chest into my boxers; his fingers wrapped firmly
around what was no longer only a half erect cock.  He breathed into my ear,
and the sensuality of it made me shudder.

I turned to look at him, but wound up kissing him instead.  I couldn't
believe how easy it was.  I dug my hands into the side of his face and
kissed him hard, flicking my tongue into his open mouth.  I could taste his
breath as well as hear the muffled sound of it.  He was still tugging at me
as I pulled him all the way on top and raked my fingers into the cool,
smoothness of his ass.  He hissed and stabbed deeper into my mouth with his
tongue, dripping saliva out of both corners of his lips.  I lapped away at
it, and then bathed the majority of his face with warm licks.  He closed
his eyes and allowed it until he could stand it no more, closing his lips
tightly around my tongue and kissing me with renewed passion.  His kisses
descended to my neck and chest, where he gave each of my nipples a kiss
before burying his nose into my arm pit, which had received only a light
sprinkling of blond hair to this point.  I had yet to undergo any major
body changes despite having turned sixteen over six months ago.  His tongue
worked up and down my pit while he drank in the aroma.  I forced his mouth
back to mine and kissed him, sampling my own sweat in the process.  "Taste
me," he hissed, hoisting his waist up to my chest and dangling his cock in
front of my nose.

Although I had never even touched another dick aside from my own until
earlier in the day, I knew precisely what to do.  I teased him, licking the
entire length of his smallish shaft up and down several times, putting my
nose against his hairless sac and chewing on it gently.  He squealed when I
slipped my nose a little farther in, bumping into his hole.  It filled my
nostrils with a sweet scent I had to explore.  I hungrily spread his cheeks
and lapped at the hole I was starting right up into while he squirmed in
uncontrollable delight.  He settled his butt right above my face and began
bouncing up and down on my tongue.  I extended it and pointed it straight
in the air so it would slip inside of him when he came down on it, which he
appeared to like.

When he quit bouncing, I took hold of his hips and ate his hole ravenously.
Like everything else we'd done today, I hadn't planned on it.  I just went
along with the flow, and it happened.  The pungent, sweet smell of his ass
was intoxicating to me, and I found myself ramming my tongue deeper and
deeper inside of him.  After muffling his squeals for several minutes, he
once again could take no more, and he jumped off me and kissed me hard,
pulling at my hair and nibbling at my lips almost to the point of biting.
"I want to try that now," he whispered in a husky voice, licking and
sucking at my throat.  At first I didn't know what he meant by that, but as
his kisses descended down my body hurriedly, I knew.

He got distracted at my cock, mashing his face into its hardness and
kissing the tip while fondling my balls, but then he got back on his task
and slipped his nose a few inches down and into my crack.  He sniffed
around like a dog trying to pick up a trail before extending his tongue and
touching it against my crack.  I jumped at the contact, but then relaxed as
he did it again and then lifted my legs up for him to help himself.  He
kissed it more times than I could possibly count, swiping his tongue up and
down the crack and occasionally darting his tongue into the hole, but his
focus shifted again and he slid back up to kiss me before long.

Our sloppy kissing continued as we rolled around, groping for each other's
cock and breathing heavily into each other's mouth.  I wound up on top and
licking his chest vigorously while he ran his hands wildly through my hair.
Mine wasn't quite as luxurious as his, but it wasn't bad.  I kissed
hungrily down his tight stomach, plunging my tongue into his belly button
and swirling it around while he squirmed uncontrollably.  I was achingly
close to his pubic region now, and I had never wanted anything quite so
badly as I wanted to suck him off right now.  He was thinking along the
same lines, and when I opened my mouth to take him in he fed it to me,
gasping as it disappeared within the moist, hot confines of my mouth.

I slurped at it greedily, doing my best not to scrape him with my teeth,
while rubbing on his smooth skin everywhere I could reach.  He did much of
the work for me, placing his hands on the back of my head and slamming his
hips upward repeatedly, occasionally grinding into my face with animalistic
passion.  As he drew nearer to orgasm, he started grabbing hold of anything
he could, which involved my hair, the sheets, and the pillow case.  I
opened up wider and tried to take in his entire length along with his
balls, but failed and ended up just getting a burst of his cum down my
throat instead.  I pulled back as the last two hit me directly in the face.
He was whimpering as they shook him, nearly crying over the pleasure, and
when the last one was out, he slumped back and laid there spread out.  I
rested my face against his crotch, breathing in the erotic aroma and
running my tongue through his incredibly sparse, blond pubes.

He lay there, panting heavily and hardly moving.  If it weren't for his
gleaming eyes and grin, I would have thought he was lifeless.  Moonlight
filtered in through a crooked row in my blinds and cast a silvery glow over
his body, and I readjusted myself on top of him and started madly humping
against his crotch.  He reached behind me and tenderly squeezed my ass,
caressing it gently and then lowering himself to where his face was aligned
with my cock.  I hadn't planned on him blowing me just because of the
difference in our cock sizes and my doubt that he'd be able to fit much of
mine in his mouth, but he surprised me by taking it in one gulp and
tonguing the tip with quick flicks.  He had both hands on my ass as I
humped his face at an insane tempo, digging his fingernails into the skin
the harder I went.  Just as I lost control and the corners of my vision got
fuzzy, he slid his mouth off with a dull pop and licked it lovingly as
several jets of semen landed all over the bed and his face, much of it
getting into his mouth.

Our sweaty bodies tangled together, we cuddled and made more clumsy
attempts at kissing and sharing each other's breath.  As he left that
night, getting out of my bed, putting his ocean blue boxers back on, and
padding barefoot out of the room with a grace I'd never known he possessed
until today, it almost hurt that I wouldn't get to sleep with him until
morning came.

Either way, though, I was pretty sure I'd be in a much better mood for
school tomorrow.