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Subject: {ASSM} Nick and his brother, by Jari  (m/m, nc, mast)
Date: Tue,  1 Apr 2003 14:10:05 -0500
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Nick and his brother.

By Jari

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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of
fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18,
stop reading now. This story contains sexual behavior between males.
If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This
is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is
purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage
resulting from reading this work. Copyright 2003, the author. All
rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of
the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit
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Hi, I'm Nick. I am fourteen years old and I live with my mother and my
brother John, who is two years older than I am, in a small town in the
south of the United States. I would like to tell you what happened to
me last Saturday, because... well, because I want to, right?

My mother would be out to her sister's that night. "Niiick, come down,
I'm off now."

I hurried down the stairs. "Hi, mom, say 'love' to Aunt Ellen from
me."

My mother looked me over. "Okay, that's sweet of you, pumpkin, I'll do
that. Now behave yourself this evening and listen to John, he's in
charge."

I glanced through the kitchen door and saw John sitting at the kitchen
table eating a sandwich. He had just come home from soccer training.
Without looking at me he lifted his right fist in my direction and
stretched out his middle finger.

"What's John eating, mom?" I innocently asked my mother. 

She turned towards my brother so that he quickly had to turn his
obscene gesture into stroking his hair. "He's eating a sandwich, dear.
You want some too?" my mother answered. I shook my head. "Okay, I'll
be off then. Don't fight between yourselves and I left the number of
Aunt Ellen at the phone." She kissed me on the forehead and went out
of the door.

I rushed up the stairs again to my room, knowing it was better to stay
away from my brother for a while. My joke of letting mom nearly see
him raising his middle finger might provoke him to punish me in some
way. But it turned out that he wasn't after me after all and I threw
myself on my bed in my room.

John and I have what I suppose is a normal relationship between
brothers of that age. We didn't have much contact because of the age
difference. He was much into girls, a ground I just started to enter.
I admired him though in some way I guess, but I think it's normal for
a younger brother to do that.

I turned my radio on and took up the comic I was reading. For about
half an hour I was left on my own.

Then I heard John calling from below: "Nick, are you coming down or
what?"

"What for?" I yelled back. 

"I'm going to the video store and thought you want to come too?" 

I jumped at my feet and rushed down. "Yeah, cool, let's go." I knew
John was without girlfriend at the moment but I thought that he might
be off to some disco or so. But apparently he was settling for an
evening at home.

At the video store we soon agreed to hire some very bloody and
horrifying videos which mom would never have allowed us to watch. When
John was paying for them I thought I saw he had three videos instead
of the two we had chosen together, but I didn't took much notice of
it.

At home we soon settled on the couch with some prepsels and a coke.
John was still dressed in his training jack and trousers. His jack was
zipped open and he wore a tight sleeveless shirt underneath. I just
wore my black t-shirt and jeans.

We watched the first movie for about half an hour and then decided
that it didn't live up to the description on the cover, so we switched
to the second one. This video had some nice girls in it, so even when
the story wasn't very interesting we still watched it. The girl I
liked most was at the end tied up and most of her clothes were ripped
of, so I was getting a bit excited. I would certainly have a hot
jerking-off session that night in bed while re-thinking the images of
her.

So when the second video ended I was more or less prepared to retreat
to my room in order to take care of my aching cock, when suddenly John
said: "wait a moment, Nick, I have a surprise for you."

With that he reached underneath the couch. When he sat up again he had
still another video in his hand. "Do you want to see some action,
bro.?" he asked me and he looked a little flushed.

"What's that then?" I asked curiously. 

He removed the video from the cover which he threw at me. It turned
out to be a porn video.

"Jeez," I said, "you know mom would never allow us to watch this."

"That's right," John smirked at me, "do you have a problem with that?"
He put the forbidden but tempting tape into the VCR. I felt myself
getting even more excited than before.

John set himself on the couch again. "Pfff, it's kind of hot in here,"
he remarked and took off his jack and also pulled down his training
trousers. Underneath he wore a tight white shirt and his blue soccer
shorts, which were a bit small for him.

As always I could not help but admire his heavy muscled legs, which
despite his age were still almost hairless. I was built much smaller
than he was, although I too was developing some muscles lately.
Anyway, I am no queer or what and not very interested in what guys
look like, so I soon turned my attention to what was seen on the
screen.

Pfhhh, that video certainly was hot. My brother and I watched in
silence for some time, but I assumed John was getting as aroused as I
was. My penis began to stretch itself against the fabric of my jeans.
I shoved a bit on the couch to make some room for it.

"That's hot stuff, isn't it, bro.?" John suddenly asked me. 

I startled a bit, because I had been so focussed on what happened on
the screen that I had almost forgotten I was not alone in the room.
Having had no relationship with a girl up to then, sex was something I
was accustomed to practice on my own. "Yeah," I answered without
looking at him.

"Are you getting excited by it? I certainly am!" was his next remark. 

I threw a quick glance at him and saw how his shorts bulged out a bit
in front. "Yeah, it is kind of exciting I suppose," I answered, not
too eager to admit how the movie turned me on.

"Do you jerk-off a lot?" 

His next question struck me as really 'not done'. As said before, my
brother and I weren't used to exchange much of our intimate lives or
thoughts with each other, so I was quite surprised to hear him ask
such a private question. "Sometimes," I mumbled. I still intended not
to give away too much of my private life to him, because I suspected
him of playing some trick on me.

"I bet I can beat you to it," I heard John say. 

"Beat me to what," I asked confused. I really didn't know what he
meant.

"Let's do a game: let's see who can cum first," was his reaction,
leaving me staggered.

I wasn't very keen of entering this 'contest of masculinity' with him,
but on the other hand I felt a certain curiosity to see how my brother
would look like when all excited.

"I don't know... " I started. 

"Oh, com'on, are you chicken or what? Or don't you have any stuff to
show yet? Are you still shooting dry ones?" I heard how my brother
began to chuckle at his humiliating remarks.

"Don't be ridiculous," I snarled at him, "I bet I can do it more often
than you!" Making that remark I realized too late I had passed the
line. John quickly took advantage of my hasty words.

"Okay, you're on. Let's see who can cum first, and then later we can
see who can cum more often."

John seemed very excited about the whole idea of our entering this
brotherly sexual contest. I myself had mixed feelings: on the one hand
I was not so keen on having sex in the company of another male, but on
the other hand I noticed some curiosity in myself to enter a secret
and private area with my elder brother.

I saw how John pushed his shorts down to his ankles and pulled his
shirt over his head. "C'mon," he said, looking at me, "you can't do
this with your clothes on you know."

I loosened the belt of my jeans and pulled the zipper down. Moving my
hips upward I began to pull my trousers down. I looked at John and saw
how he had already pulled down his whiteys too.

For the first time I saw my brother's erected pole. It looked
impressive to me. My brother was of a rather white complexion, and his
big dark fat cock really stood out against the white skin of his flat
belly. He had quite a bush of black pubic hair too. I saw how his cock
slowly throbbed with his heartbeat.

Suddenly I felt a bit nauseous. "I don't know if I want to do this," I
said feebly.

"Oh, don't be such a sissy," John said impatiently. He leaned over
towards me and pulled down both my jeans and my boxer short in one
swift movement. They got stuck halfway my thighs. My boner had popped
out and lay now fully exposed, sticking upwards against my belly. I
quickly removed my t-shirt and found myself sitting almost completely
naked next to my brother.

I felt uneasy when I saw John eyeing my equipment. My boner certainly
wasn't as big as his and my pubic hair is quite light of color, so I
found myself lacking in comparison with my brother's.

He seemed satisfied however by what he saw, and he said: "Okay, at the
count of three we start jerking, one.. two .. three!"

I saw how he frantically started pumping his fist, which was closely
wrapped around his proud member. I too began to stroke my dick. In a
strange way it felt more exciting to do these familiar but secret
movements together with my brother.

I focussed at the screen where the porn video still run. If possible I
would like to win the game, be it only to avoid John's victorious
sneers afterwards.

After a minute or so I felt an orgasm building up. I looked sideways
to see how John went. He was still beating his rod in a frantic way
and his head was beet-red now. To my surprise I saw his eyes not
looking at the screen, but they were focussed on my erect dick.

For a moment I was taken aback by it, but then the thought that my big
brother was looking for sexual inspiration at me instead of at the
gorgeous women that were still performing on the screen, made my
orgasm suddenly come to an outburst.

"Aaaahh," I grunted and my dick spurted four or five rays of creamy
stuff on my belly and chest. Almost at the same time, but still a
second or so later, I heard my brother groan loudly too and when I
looked his way I saw his dick spraying his gooey stuff all over his
chest and over his head. Some sticky spots were even to be seen into
his hair.

I was quite impressed by the sight. I had beaten him as far as speed
was concerned, but his orgasm certainly had been more intense than
mine.

For a few moments we rested next to each other, panting. I felt rather
sweaty, because the room was indeed quite hot as John had remarked
before. I thought I could smell the musky odor of my brother, and was
a bit repulsed by it. I am a bit sensitive about scents I'm afraid.

John stretched his arms above his head. "That was a draw, wasn't it?"
he declared in an off-ish manner.

"No way. A draw up your ass! I beat you to it fair and square!" I
uttered angry.

John pulled his trousers and underpants from his feet. He stood up:
"no little brother, I admit that it was close but I heard you groan
exactly at the same time my rocket went off." He gave me a patronizing
pat on my head, looked me over (I looked a mess, all covered by stains
of my cum) and walked to the kitchen butt-naked. I followed his naked
ass with my eyes and called him some more names, but I knew that he
would keep denying me my victory. With a sigh I removed my pants and
boxer shorts in order to clean myself.

John returned with a towel with which he was wiping of the remains of
his sticky stuff. When he was done he threw the towel towards me. I
felt the wet spots of the towel on my naked body. "Hey, watch it, I
don't want your dirty laundry. Isn't there a clean towel?"

"Sorry," John smiled viciously, "they're all in the washing machine.
This is the last clean one."

I looked angry at him and pulled with some trouble my handkerchief out
of my pocket, and began to clean myself as good and as bad as it went.

John obviously had no intention of putting his clothes back on and sat
naked next to me. It made me a bit unsure of what to do. Because it
was so warm I decided to postpone putting my clothes back on for a
while too. Besides I didn't want to look a sissy to my big brother.

Because the video was still running we automatically began to look at
what the ladies were up to. It so happened that we were just at a
point in the video where a similar situation occurred as in the second
video we had been watching before. Here too a young girl was tied up
to a pole with hardly any clothes on. Because this was a porn video it
went farther in its actions than the other video.

The scene reminded me of the other scene with the girl I had fancied
so much, and I felt that I started to get excited again (hey, give me
a break here: how were you when you were fourteen). I tried to hide
the swelling of my male organ for John by crossing my legs, but that
only drew attention to it. I saw him looking at my crotch where my
cock was slowly swelling again.

"Ready for round two," John chuckled. I tried to pretend that nothing
was going on and began in a casual way to look for my trousers to put
them back on. Suddenly I felt John's hand on my dick. "Hey!" I shouted
and sprang up from the couch, "keep your hands of me, I'm no queer,
y'know!"

"Oh, com'on," John said, "don't be such a tight-ass. Sit down again,"
and he patted invitingly on the couch. I don't know... I think that
with every other guy I would have run away, but John is my brother,
you see. So I hesitatingly sat down again. He was sitting now much
closer next to me, the bare skin of our legs almost touching each
other.

"Don't you trust me, Nick?" John said and smiled a warm smile at me. I
must admit that it felt good to be addressed this way by my elder
brother.

"It's not that, but.. y'know... I don't like a guy to touch my dick,"
I answered. Did I imagine it or did my brother shiver a bit hearing
those words.

"But I'm not an average guy, Nick, I am your brother." John shove a
bit more in my direction. Our bare thighs now actually touched each
other. I tried to move away a bit, but there was no room left on the
couch.

"Yeah, I know that, well.. ok, I overreacted a little I suppose," I
gave in. Immediately I felt John's hand on my dick again. All my
muscles tensed involuntarily. "Why do you want to touch my dick
anyway," I squeaked at John. I felt very uneasy feeling his hand on my
dick. John started to squeeze it a little.

"I want us to be more close together in the future, Nick" he whispered
to me. He was hanging now more and more over me and his hand was
definitely massaging my dick. Luckily I managed to prevent it from
growing, although it really began to feel good what he was doing.
"Wouldn't you like that, little bro.?" he added.

"Yeah, I...would like that." Alas, my dick began to swell again. I
started to panic. What if I got a boner in the hand of my own brother.
It must be a test from his side to see whether I was a fag or not. I
could think of no other explanation of his behavior. And I was
beginning to fail the test! "Could you please let go of my dick, John?
You... are hurting it a little," I lied to him.

But when I looked at John I saw him lying against my shoulder, his
eyes closed and his hand kneading my swelling dick. He paid no
attention at my words whatsoever. "Please.." I whispered, my dick now
standing at full attention.

His hand made greater circles now and my balls and pubic hair were
included in his caresses. It definitely felt good, and I started to
breathe heavier. Now and then an unintentional moan escaped my lips
when feelings of lust were getting stronger and stronger. I felt once
again deep in my groin an orgasm building up. "Stop it, John, stop it
or I will...." I cried out in panic.

But too late. With a deep groan I was overwhelmed by lust and my dick
began to convulse and spurted out big globules of white cum.
"Aaaaahhh," I cried out, a cry originating both from agony and from
lust. I sprayed my cum all over John's hand and my own belly. He kept
on pumping so that in the end I had to lay my hand on his to stop the
pumping.

He sighed deeply and looked me in the eyes. Then he bent over even
more towards me and gave me a small kiss on my cheek. "Don't be
silly," I said angrily and wiped of his fictitious spit with my hand.
I stood up and walked towards the stairs. "What are you doing, Nick?"
John asked.

I turned around. "I am going to take a very long shower and then I go
to bed. I trust that what happened tonight will never leave the room."
I turned to the stairs again.

Suddenly I heard a noise and before I could turn round to see what
happened, I felt the arm of my brother closing around my throat and I
was forced to bend backwards. In no time I found myself lying on my
back on the floor with my brother straddling my chest, holding my
wrists pinned next to my head. We were still both stark naked and
covered with the remains of three orgasms.

"What are you doing... get off me, you moron, " I yelled at John, who
had no intention of letting me go. I got more and more in frenzy. I
started to kick around with my legs. I bucked and swayed and tried to
throw John off of me, but all in vain. He was much stronger than I was
of course.

I yelled all kind of names at him: "you, queer.. faggot... sissy.."
etc. That only made him put more pressure on my wrists so that it
really started to hurt. In the end I realized that I'd better stop my
futile attempts and wait to see what my brother's intentions were.
"What... what do you want from me?" I asked feebly.

He smirked at me: "I gave you a treat just now, and now it's your turn
to return the favor." He moved his body more upwards along my chest so
that his balls sometimes bounced against my chin. His half-erected
penis was swaying a few inches above my face. I could smell a whiff of
his dried up cum and started to choke.

"No, John, get off me. I'll tell mom when she's back." 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, you were there when we bought the
video's and you know mom wouldn't want us to watch such movies." He
was right of course. I had no intention by the way to tell mom about
what happened this evening, but I was rather desperate and helpless at
the moment and couldn't think of anything else to say.

I saw how John moved an inch or so more upwards, so that the hairs of
his balls now really brushed my chin. He started to move his penis in
the direction of my mouth. "Stop it, John, please, I won't take a dick
in my mouth. I'll puke!"

He didn't listen but pushed the tip of his dick against my lips. I
didn't know how fast I had to press them close together. I tried to
move my mouth away from his threatening dick, but my head was held
tight between his strong thighs and I couldn't move it. With a vicious
grin on his face he let one of my wrists go and began to squeeze my
nose with his free hand. I tried to make use of my freed arm but John
held it kept tight under his leg.

I felt how I ran out of air. My lungs were going to burst if I didn't
open my lips very soon, but I knew what would happen next so I
postponed it as long as possible. But in the end I began to feel
really lightheaded and dizzy and I just had to open my mouth. A wave
of fresh air filled my lungs and I felt very relieved. The next moment
however my mouth was filled with my brother's big lump of boy-meat.

I tasted his salty and sweaty member as he slowly began to pump it in
and out of my mouth. I even thought I tasted some particular salty
parts on his dick and I supposed that those were his dried-up cum. I
began to gag and tried to call out to him that I couldn't stand his
dick in my mouth, but the only thing I could produce was a muffled
"mmmmmmmmmmmm" sound.

John smiled at me from above me and said: "I hear you like it, little
brother. Ok, let's roll." And with those words he really began to
speed up. The thrusts with his hips got quicker and deeper and the
head of his dick began to bump against the back of my throat. My nose
got buried in his musky-smelling pubic hair.

After some time I was beginning to adjust myself to the fact that I
was getting fucked in my mouth by my own brother. When I looked up at
him I really admired how he was getting all worked up. His eyes half
closed, his mouth hanging open, panting, the thin layer of sweat that
was shining on his skin: I found it very exciting to see my own
brother aroused this way.

The only nasty thing was his dick bumping against my throat. It caused
me to gag and I knew that if it lasted much longer I would really have
to puke or something. Then I heard John groaning and I felt him
tensing all up. His dick started to pulsate and I felt his lukewarm
jizz gushing into my mouth. It was far too much to hold, and because
no way I would consider swallowing his cum, I opened my mouth and let
it flow out of my mouth on my chin and chest.

When John was finished he pulled his limp dick out of my mouth. He
stood up and stretched his hand out to help me up too. He patted me on
the back and said "no hard feelings, Nick?" I spit some last remains
of his cum on the floor and mumbled something unintelligible. "Are you
ok, Nick?" Rob asked anxiously.

I was pissed of course that he had forced me to take his dick into my
mouth, but the fact that my brother had called me by my proper name
twice now, meant that we probably would get along better in the
future. I liked that so I said, "I'm suppose I'm ok," and ran on the
stairs to take a long and hot shower. I had beaten him on that one
anyway.


The End
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PS: I got the idea for this story from a letter in a Dutch teenage
magazine, which I read once many years ago. A boy complained in this
letter about his elder brother who had forced him to a jerking-off
match before the Tele. Later the brother kept on harassing the boy by
coming into his bed each night and forcing him to do all kind of
sexual acts with him. The boy complained mainly about the lack of
sleep.

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