Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2005 18:00:11 -0800 (PST)
From: "New Stories (Dennis B.)" <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teasing Hot Little Brother - Chapter 1
Teasing Hot Little Brother - Chapter 1
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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which depicts homosexual sex acts. You must be of legal age and
not be offended by this type of content.
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TEASING HOT LITTLE BROTHER
Aaron Rallington, 17
Kyle Rallington, 15
Various friends
Mom, 35
Dad, 38
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CHAPTER 1
At first, I just wanted to have fun with my younger brother.
But that project got more interesting with time.
It's us two brothers and my parents.
We're a loving and close family--not rich, but on the high end
of middle class, with a house in the better suburbs--which meant a
neighborhood with large lots and big houses. Most of these
dwellings had four bedrooms and a guest room, a lot of other
rooms, two parents, two children, a swimming pool, two SUVs--and
at least one other vehicle in the driveway. We fit that mold
exactly. Dad was about to get a fourth vehicle--for Kyle, when he
gets his driver's license.
Except for *our* family, all yard work in our neighborhood is
hired out. My brother and I gave up complaining about that a long
time ago.
I had my 17th birthday two weeks ago, and noticed that my
parents and all my aunts and uncles addressed their birthday cards
to, 'Mr. Aaron Rallington.' To me, the 'Mister' was their way of
saying I was grown up--or getting close.
My brother Kyle, 15, thought I was mentally defective for
getting excited over, 'the way they wrote the envelope,' as he put
it.
"What's the big deal, Aaron?" he said in a tone designed to be
the most insulting to the idea I was loving at the moment. "It's
just an envelope."
"The big deal, screwball, is this is a sign of growing up," I
said, waving one of the envelopes high in the air. "And that
means I--"
"Yeah, I know--you're older and bigger 'n' me, and all that--"
"It's not just that, Kyle! It's MATURITY--something YOU know
nothing about, dickhead."
"Whatever," he said, purposely sounding as disinterested as
possible.
"Don't 'whatever' ME, you little twerp." Suddenly I was
sounding like my dad--I wasn't sure I liked that. "I'll show you
a few things."
I grabbed his ribs and dug in--doing a professional job of
tickling him to the floor. The more I did it, the harder it got
for me to hold back a big grin.
"AH! Eeeeeeee! OW! Come on, Aaron--stop!"
"See? I can make you laugh," I said, grabbing his wrist, "and
I can make you cry--if I twist your arm just right."
I love his sweaty red face when I do stuff like this--
especially when I tickle him. I threatened to twist his arm
painfully.
"No--no, please--don't! I GIVE! I give!"
"Shit--I didn't even twist it!"
"Yeah, but you were going to."
"You don't know that, pea brain," I said, leaning over him. I
pinned him down like a good big-brother wrestler should, and felt
the heat coming off him as he panted--out of breath, with me on
top of him. This moment of conquest chubbed up my dick, and I was
getting nervous thinking Kyle might feel it if he twisted his body
just so.
As I let him loose, and Kyle regained confidence, I gave him
my most angry look--the two of us on the floor.
"You're not really mad, Aaron, are ya?"
"Maybe I am," I said, grabbing him again and putting my knee
too close to his balls for comfort.
"You wouldn't do that to me," he said, lying on the floor near
the door to his room, staring at my knee, fear in his eyes--
looking flushed and docile--half his body out in the hallway.
"Don't bet on it."
I tried to sound as cruel as possible. But I'd overdone it.
Kyle gave me one of his sly grins. His face always fascinated me.
He was smart, too--the smartest of all of us. Cousins included.
I'd be sure to work on my acting and fool him next time.
I'm good-looking enough, but Kyle is the cute one. When I was
younger, I used to fantasize that I looked just like Kyle, and
that we were twins.
Lately, I'd been having a little fun showing off to him in
subtle ways--undressing down to my underwear and stretching in
front of him; going wrapped in a towel to his room after I took a
shower; scratching myself more than necessary--just to see if he'd
take a peek.
But now that I had Kyle subdued, and he was watching me
closely, I decided to take a leak in full view of him. The
hallway bathroom lined up with Kyle's doorway, and it was a
straight shot from his door to the toilet bowl. He'd get a good
sideways look at me.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him staring while I let go
with a loud stream--his interest perking when I shook my cock
slowly, a whole lot more than I needed to. I let it chub up good
before I flipped it back inside my boxer-briefs--a nice horny
feeling coming on.
I turned around suddenly and was looking at a red-faced little
brother. I just gave him a subtle smile. That made him blush
more, but I didn't say anything--until I thought of a good line to
shatter his nerves. I loved to do that.
"So, dearest little brother, how's your sex life?"
"What?" he said, caught off guard, his face going purple. He
recovered fast. "Oh, just great! I'm getting calluses on my
hands."
Now and then, we'd catch each other jerking off. I'd finally
had the big-brother talk with Kyle, and we agreed we both did it,
liked it, and--thanks to dad's talk--saw nothing wrong with
beating off. Now, it wasn't a dark secret between us anymore, and
sometimes we'd talk about it.
"Aw, poor baby! I'll have to buy you some lotion so you can
jack-off like the big boys."
"Whatever."
Kyle tried to act indifferent, but I could tell he'd like
that. I was even thinking I'd get him the same kind *I* used.
"Maybe I'll show you how to do it, little bro."
"Yeah, right!"
I could not help grinning when he blushed at that. His
silence told me I'd struck a nerve.
"That is, if you can FIND it. I'll bet you still have a baby
dick."
"I do not!"
"Yeah? Prove it."
In the heat of the moment, Kyle stood and rushed to pull down
his pants and show me his half-hard boyhood.
"There! See?" he said, staring down at himself.
"Actually," I said, "that's not a bad size." I couldn't lie
about something I knew was important to him. This changed his
expression. He looked like a little boy now.
"Really?" he said, his face showing excitement.
"Yep," I said, turning away and faking disinterest.
"Hey--that's not fair."
"WHAT'S not fair?"
"I showed you mine, and you didn't let me see yours."
"Oh--no sweat," I said, pulling my boxer-briefs down slowly
for him.
I thought I heard a gasp.
"I'll even get it up for ya, twerp."
It didn't take much. I stroked myself for a few seconds and
gave Kyle a good look at my bone. And he gave it a good long
look.
"Yeah, thanks," he said, running off, pretending he had more
important things to do. He wasn't fooling me. I saw the heat in
his face.
I went to my room, got on line, and was soon at my favorite
boy pic site. I was pissed there were hardly any new pictures
posted. I chatted with some buds on IM, killing a couple of
hours, then logged off, needing to get a snack.
I looked around for little bro before I got to the kitchen.
No sign of him.
"Hi, mom," I said, seeing my mother doing the familiar tasks
of getting dinner ready, "Do you need a hug?"
"Oh," she said with a big smile, "I sure do."
Mom was always saying she needed a hug, so I volunteered every
once in a while. That always made her feel good.
"Love you, Airy," she said, using my nickname.
"Love you too, mom."
"Some girl is going to be very lucky to get you for her
husband."
"Yep. That would be one very lucky girl," I said, laughing
with her.
I didn't say that the girl would be very lucky because I liked
guys a whole lot better than the opposite sex. I wouldn't dare.
I suppose I would have to, some day.
"I mean it, Aaron--you're smart and loving, and you're
becoming quite a gentleman," she said, touching my cheek.
"Yeah--a real knight in shining armor, huh?" I had this silly
grin.
"Oh, go on!" When mom gets embarrassed or doesn't know what
to say, she always says that.
"Hey, mom--have you seen Kyle?"
"Kyle?" she said, as if she didn't recognize the name. This
was her way of being funny. I thought I saw a blur go out the
front door, a couple of hours ago."
"Oh . . . okay."
"Why? Did you need him for something?"
"Not really. You remember those textbooks they gave us before
school ended--so we could study over the summer?"
"Of course I do."
"Well--I thought me and Kyle could read them together and
maybe Kyle could get leg up on stuff. And maybe he could help me
with the stuff I don't understand."
Kyle was a genius, as far as I was concerned.
"Aaron--are you sure you're feeling all right?" mom said, her
silly smile saying it all.
"Yeah, mom--I feel fine. It's just there's not much to do."
Oops! Bad thing to say!
"There's always the summer chore list I wrote out for you
boys."
I KNEW I had said the wrong thing.
"Yeah, mom," I said with a sheepish grin, "maybe I don't feel
that good, after all."
"You men are all alike. At least fix the screen door before
Saturday. Maybe you could get Kyle to help you. You could teach
him a few things about repair work."
"That's a big MAYBE, mom."
I was good at shop and hands-on stuff. Kyle was all thumbs.
"Kyle needs someone like you to show him those things. God
knows your father doesn't have the patience."
Dad is a really great guy, but he wasn't cut out to be a
teacher. He is a good doctor, though.
"I guess I could show Kyle a few things." I was thinking
about a lot of things, just then.
And I knew exactly what I wanted to show him. One of them was
the sex-education book my high school gave me to take home over
the summer.
"Well, good. And I'm pleasantly shocked you want to study
with him. There's no such thing as brothers being too close. And
I know Kyle could help you."
I liked that idea. And I knew just the kind of help I wanted.
"Yeah, close. I guess you're right, mom."
SLAM! went the front door.
"I'm home," a thin young voice shouted.
"Yeah, we can tell," I said sarcastically, giving Kyle a
brotherly grin.
"What's up?" Kyle said, eyeing us suspiciously, "You guys
plotting against me?" He gave me and mom his cutest grin--the one
that gets to me every time.
"Yeah--you're dead meat, twerp."
Mom jumped in.
"Kyle--your brother has some books he wants to study with
you."
"Books?" he said, smiling like crazy. Books always got Kyle
excited.
"Yeah," I said, knowing mom was going to answer, and probably
get it wrong, "those books I brought home from school that I'm
supposed to read over the summer." I was going into my last year
of high school.
"Senior books?" Kyle said, his interest piqued to the max.
"Yes, honey," mom said. "Aaron thought you could read them
with him and help each other."
"Yeah--you're the nerd, Kylie."
"Aaron, that's not nice!"
"It's okay, mom," little bro said--miraculously coming to my
defense. "He doesn't mean it in a bad way. Besides, Aaron's the
jock."
I *am* the jock, and proud of it. I'm one of the star
wrestlers on our high-school team. I'm almost six feet tall, and
weigh 160--a lightweight.
"Enough. You boys go play."
Kyle and I laughed. I led the way to my room.
"Mom says that like we're little kids," Kyle said, looking up
at me.
"You wanna play with me?" I sounded like a twelve-year-old,
just to see how bro would react.
"What do you wanna play?" he said, taking me up on it.
"Peek-a-boo."
"That's a baby game!" Kyle said, all disappointed.
"Well, little bro, it depends on what you're peeking at."
"Huh?" he said, genuinely baffled, wrinkling his nose in that
cute way that always affected me down below.
Dennis B.
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That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading.
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Hope you liked it. I feel like continuing this story.
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