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I have the Idea of making an bnha oc, and he would be Bakugou step brother!
whose baby?
cw-mpreg, step incest, cumflation and unconscious sex
i tried to hide it, i really did but when your step brother, step dad and uncle are pump multiple loads into your boy cunt whenever they get a chance to even whip their cock out, your bound to slip up!!
i think they noticed on my birthday, my step bro snuck into my room at about 2 am while i was fast asleep and woke me up sliding his massive member into my (at this point) relatively unused hole, this was the first time we acted on our obvious attraction to each other and we really made up for lost time! we fucked every which way you can think of and more (the only common thread being him cumming deep inside of me) by 8 am i looked at least 4 months pregnant. i lay on my back one of my hands resting on my bloated gut while my step bro kissed me good bye before tip toeing back into his room, its good he did it when he did because not even 5 minutes later my DILF of a step dad snuck in…
i had only just fallen asleep due to exhaustion when he slowly crept to my bed and slid his erect veiny member down my unconscious throat which obviously woke me right up but i gratefully sucked his cock dry, id had a crush on him since i was 9 and id been dreaming of this since i was 12! again he fucked sucked and blasted me for what felt like a blissful age until 10:30 before he too snuck out my room leaving me now looking like a 6 month pregnant boy, my globe of a belly contrasting my boney and twinky frame u blushed as my cock twitched bouncing of the base of my mountain stomach. i sat there rubbing my tight and uncomfortable belly dozing myself off to sleep before my mum and step dad and bro storm in with my presents, i scramble to put on an over sized hoodie to hide from my step bro and mum my stomach growth since they last saw me.
after finding my baggiest clothes the rest if my family came over and my mums sisters husband was giving me the funny eyes all day eventually he managed to “borrow” me from everyone to give me his…own present. he pulled me in to a deep and aggressive kiss before rubbing his erect cock on my sensitive belly button causing my knees to buckle and my cock to twitch while my cunt nearly drowned itself in juices. before i knew it my uncle was balls deep in me pounding load after load after load into my constantly swelling tummy. my once loose and massive shirt now clung snugly to the circumference of my planet stomach, i waddled back into the dining room to be met by quizzical looks from the rest of my family, i managed to explain it off as indigestion.
after this nearly every morning my step bro and step dad poured their endless loads into my swelling womb leaving me in a constant state of bloating and uncomfortably and whenever my uncle got a second alone with me he more than made up for lost time for not living with me, understandably thsi endless sea of cum lead to a pregnancy…
i waddled into my bedroom my stomach stretched beyond what i thought possible already i couldn’t help but stress about how big id get when my babies grew i decided to come clean to all three of the daddies and so i asked them individually to meet in the lounge while my mum and aunty went out to a play.
i sat on the biggest chair in the lounge unable to see my knees from over my gargantuan tummy as it gurgled and groaned under the immense amount of spawn pushing against its womb walls, my step dad and brother were of course first to arrive but my uncle did soon follow suit, and quicker than i could have ever imagined the tables werent only turned but completely flipped!
they explained their master plan, theyd take it in turns to blow the fattest loads they could into me after they each admitted to eachother i needed breeding to stop being such a problem child so they agreed theyd take charge of the issue themselves and they werent planing on stopping turns out they each loved having their own swelling submissive breeding machine
…how big will these big boys make my tummy grow?
Helppp...
Mafia step- brother x reader: This is a fairly popular concept on wattpad and even youtube. I haven't found any good ones so i want to write it in my style. Now for the summury Y/N was the middle child of - and - with a twin brother- and a younger sister -. They were a close knit family until tragedy struck where her father died protecting her younger sister. Your twin, being the man of the house decided to take over his dad's legacy of protecting the family, who were weak. But in the process forgetting about you since you knew how to defend yourself, thanks to your father. One day tired of the neglect, you leave home to clear your mind, only to find a man on the brink of death, who refused to go to the hospital. After treating him with limited medical supplies, He revels to be your fathers old friend. How will Y/N's life change? Will she find happiness on the new path that she takes? Or regret it for the rest of her life?
This was just something that came to mind after writing my recent 8th member fic. Summery: You joined Hybe along with BTS, befriended them, Helped them, Became famous, They fall for you. The only difference is you were an idol in your past life as well and returned to the past with all the modern knowledge. Basically the same concept just a few story difference.
This came to mind while reading the manhwa " Death is the only Ending for the Villainess" so the Summery: Y/N was adopted in the family to be the fake daughter, running after her family's affection. She poisions herself after one of her brothers tell her she is better off dead, Reader wakes in the body, Does everything in her power to avoid them but they now want her attention. Will she give it to them? What will happen if the real daughter comes back?
Jack's Filthy Bitch is the 3rd story in the Jack's Filthy Ass series.
A/N :
This is an unfinished loosely outlined rough draft. It was requested to be posted and I am happy to do so. Just keep in mind this is not representative of my standards of my finished works.
I really do feel that the author of the first story and the characters themselves to feel better than what I've got right here, but I think it's decent for what I've got.
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Here's the first story in the series.
https://www.tumblr.com/writinggross/650151867637186560/jacks-filthy-ass
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Jack's Filthy Bitch
When I wake up cuddled against Jack's fat, pale body, I almost start crying again. I lost my virginity to the most disgusting person on the planet and it looks like I'm stuck with him. The saving grace was that even after he violently pounded his fat dick into my ass for two hours, neither of us could get off, so he sat on my face and made me swallow his nasty, rancid farts until we both came. Maybe he won't fuck me that often. I can dream, right?
When he first used me to jerk off, I thought that was the worst he could do to me. Now? Now, I know it can be way worse.
He slobbers against my mouth as he kisses me good morning and though I cringe, I don't pull away. "Who's my filthy bitch?" he asks in a demeaning tone.
I let out a sob and say, "I am.... I'm your filthy bitch, Jack."
He smiles with genuine happiness and slobbers against my face again. I kiss him hungrily in return and form my body against his.
"I'll make you some breakfast sausage and hard boiled eggs first, but can I feed you those cheese puff balls today?"
He looks pleasantly surprised. "Yeah. Thanks, Liam. But I've been thinking: why don't you move some of your stuff into my room? I already texted our parents to let them know we're dating and you're going to be sleeping in my room from now on, so it just makes sense for you to move in."
I cringe at the idea of sharing space (especially a bathroom!) with Jack, but my dick celebrates with a hard-on that's downright painful and Jack himself looks genuinely hopeful.
"Yeah... I guess it's inevitable.... You gonna make me my breakfast before or after I make you yours?"
"You threw up a lot yesterday. Make extra eggs for yourself. I'll give you my morning piss and we'll call it even."
I almost cry from disappointment and from the fact that I'm disappointed.
We go to the bathroom where I thirstily gulp down every drop of his sour and gut-wrenching piss. He jerks me to my feet and slobbers a kiss against my cheek before telling me to brush my teeth.
I can tell his hypnosis is working. As I feed him cheese puffs and he licks the orange powder from my fingers, I cuddle against him. He pulls me into his large lap and holds me firmly against his belly and chest as I open the third bag and continue feeding him.
His belly gurgles and suddenly I'm on my knees, face in his crotch, ready to swallow his farts and he grins at me as he lets them rip one after another, assaulting my senses with the foul odor of his ass's insides. It's worse than a sewer saturated in rotten eggs, but my cock jumps to life and I enjoy the way he makes fun of me for being a disgusting, filthy ass-bitch. He smiles down at me and spits in my mouth. I swallow without thinking as I realize his smile is one of genuine affection.
"I love owning you," Jack says as he tugs at my collar.
I sigh in disappointment. I'd hoped he'd say he loves me.
"I love you, Jack," I say honestly, hoping he'll realize it's a genuine confession and that I'm not fishing for him to say it back.
His answer is to drag me roughly to the toilet and shit directly into my mouth for forty minutes.
I cum five times and he cums twice.
This is my life now, I realize. There is no escape.
He fucks me again at bedtime but I think it's more about dominating me than it is about sex. The only penetration that really turns either of us on is his putrid shit penetrating my throat.
Then he cums inside me, to both of our astonishment, pumping his nut-juice into my ass for minutes on end. I didn't realize he could orgasm that long and honestly, it doesn't do anything for me. I'm not gay. I'm just a hypnotized scat slave.
Then he finally says it.
"I love you, Liam! I fucking love you!"
"I love you, Jack!" I cry, "You're my everything!"
He gives me a slobbery kiss and I participate eagerly.
He's only hypnotized me twice and this is the result.
When he starts his hypnosis again, I ask, "Jack? Can you make me gay? I mean so I can—"
"FUCK, NO!!" he says. "I get to own a straight guy and make him eat my shit! I'm living the dream and no one's going to take that from me."
I thank him and hug him tight. He reeks to high hell, but i can't help it. I love his odor. I even need it.
The next morning, it's the same routine, but after breakfast we do mimosa body shots. I don't know if I'm more drunk on the alcohol or on the clumps he shoots out with the mimosa for me, but it's all nothing but a dream come true. I'm no less conflicted by the situation, but his scent comforts me more and I take refuge in his odor. His ass really is my happy place and I spend most of the day with him sitting on my face.
Several days later, I love him more than I thought I could love anyone. We spend all day in bed together and when he needs to go to the bathroom, I'm his devoted toilet. I don't even gag or get nauseous anymore.
By the time our parents are home, I've got a red gold engagement band on my finger. I'm still conflicted. Used to be, in was conflicted because I didn't want this relationship. Now I'm conflicted because I don't want to want it – but I want it with all my heart.
In the halls at school, he gives me nasty, slobbery kisses and I kiss back hungrily. My friends don't understand it. Nobody understands it but Jack.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow I turn eighteen and Jack and I will be married. I cry against his belly at night and he farts his filthy gas to soothe me. It works like a charm and I realize there really is no escape. Accepting this, I'm suddenly happier.
Who needs escape when I get to marry Jack's filthy ass?
He seems to sense my resignation and for once, kisses me passionately with minimal slobber.
"I really do love you, Liam. I have from the first moment I farted on your face."
"I know. And I hated it. But maybe I liked hating it. Maybe I liked how gross and disgusting you are. I love you Jack and I love being your filthy bitch."
The story of my 18th Summer with just me and my Brother at the lake. I hope you enjoy.
Me and my BIG Brother CHAPTER One
When I remember my childhood, I fondly remember my family's lakehouse. That old house holds so many memories. My brother and I spent Summer after Summer in the crystal clear waters, diving off the pier, riding jet skis, and lounging away on the hot days. It was a terrific childhood, but the year I turned 18 stands out as the most significant year for me, my brother, and that old house.
I am getting ahead of myself. Let me give you a bit of history about the two brothers named Kyle and Kameron. Our parents were married one year after I was born. My biological father was a jerk and left when Mom got pregnant. She married my Dad when I was about 18 months old. Mom and Dad were in their 30s, so they only dated briefly. Dad's first wife (Kyles's Mom) had died shortly after Kyle was born. Dad wrote my Mom an insurance policy 10 months after her death, and they've been in love since.
Mom has always said, "When you know, you know, and we knew." Technically, Kyle and I were stepbrothers, but we only knew each other as 100% brothers. Even Grandmama said, "The Lord sent your Mama to your Daddy; they needed each other."
We grew up in the 90s. That was when you still played outside until dark, and video games were great, but not our lives. It was also a time when being an "out and proud" gay kid was not very popular, especially in the South. "Will and Grace" was popular, but they hadn't changed the whole country yet. It was far from the acceptance we enjoy today.
Kyle and I were two years apart but always close and unusually best friends. He was the oldest, but growing up, we both had matching swimmer builds, greenish/blue eyes, and natural blond/brown hair. Mine was a bit more naturally curly, and Kyles flowed with waves. In our younger years, we were often mistaken as twins. The High School years removed our similarities. Teenage years tend to separate the masses between the jocks, nerds, preps, and plain awkward. Kyle and I Felt that natural selection firsthand.
Kyle was the typical straight-A, Gorgeous Jock. Football quarterback, straight out of an 80s teen movie. He was the poster boy for that "type." His athletics and daily workouts led him to a much larger build than mine. I went through a heavy stage in High School. I no longer had a swimmer's build; my only 6 pack was Coca-Cola. I wasn't into sports but excelled in chorus and drama. (Are you shocked?)
I was always a bit "fem" acting. I didn't set out to be that way. It's simply how I was. (It's how I am today.) I often got a lot of grief because of my natural mannerisms. And anytime Kyle knew about it, he was right there to set the bullies straight. Although we would never have been friends in the 80s teen movie script, we remained as close as any two friends could be. He was my hero. I looked up to him, and although I forced myself to deny it, on a subconscious level, I looked AT HIM.
I never allowed myself to explore any of those thoughts. It was not often, not even daily. But during the intense heat of a JO session, my mind would occasionally journey across the clear boundaries and into the taboo that was my attraction to his physical form. It was impossible for anyone to ignore the raw maleness that dripped from every part of his frame. Hell, I imagine his buddies looked at him with the same natural attraction. Well, maybe not exactly the same? Regardless, NO. He is my brother. And with that, the images and thoughts were buried and ignored.
Our childhood was a good one. We took vacations as a family and spent our summers at the lake. Holidays and annual events were pictures from a Norman Rockwell collection. Today, we are called Generation X, but at that time, we were kids and teenagers, enjoying our youth and living our best lives as the world of social media and technology grew up around us. We always thought of ourselves as fortunate. We were siblings and best pals.
When Kyle left for college, I was devastated. I felt like my world was gone. My days were no longer filled with the warm-hearted big brother, and the first year without him, I got very depressed. I stopped eating, but that depression turned out to be a great weight loss plan. We stayed in touch for the first year. I coveted those holidays.
Things changed in his second year. It was my senior year. It was the first year that I started to "come into my own," if you will. I got in shape, lost weight, and gained a bit of much-needed independence. Kyle didn't come home much that year. He was studying to be in the sports medical field and devoted all his time to school. That was the first year we drifted apart. Although it was only one year, for the first time, we both developed two separate lives. Each one without the other. I remember being so busy and excited about the future that I almost forgot to miss my big brother.
Class of 1998! My Senior year was coming to an end, and the Summer was beginning. Being a bit older than the norm, our parents had both retired by the time I finished High School: Dad from establishing and selling a multimillion-dollar insurance firm and Mom from 30+ years in pharmaceuticals. Their dream and plan was to travel.
They had both worked hard and raised two responsible boys and deserved every moment of retirement. Kyle and I really had two wonderful parents.
Summer of '98
EVERYTHING changed, and I found out what BIG Brother really means.
June 5th, 1998, I walked across the stage and accepted my High School diploma. (Kyle was too busy to make the event, but I had become used to his absence.)
On June 6th, my parents hugged me, said goodbye, and pulled out of the driveway in a new 42-foot motor home. They were headed on a three-month trip across the country.
On June 7th, I threw my bags in the car, locked the house, and began the trip to our family's lakehouse. I always told my parents I wanted to spend the Summer before college at the lakehouse. I reflected on the past year as I drove the two hours to the lake. It had been a great year, but I was still dealing with my sexuality. I hadn't told anyone, but now I realize that everyone knew but me.
I'm a procrastinator, so it was dark when I got to the house. But I was on my own. No parents, no rules, and a whole summer to explore any other "possibly gay, but not really" guys who were at the lake that year? There may be another guy like me looking for a summer romance. My mind was reeling with thoughts.
I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS HEADED MY WAY!
I pulled up the drive and under the cart port. I walked up the stairs to the familiar front porch. Motion sensor lights came on every step of the way, illuminating the familiar path I had run so many times as a child. I turned the key and pushed the old wooden door open. The wonderful musky smell of old house and pine walls took me directly back to the years with my family. I pictured the hundreds of times that Kyle and I raced to cross the threshold first. It had been a few years since I had been there. Mom and Dad came a few times each year, and other family members used the house for events. But then I felt tears fall from my eyes as the moment's nostalgia swept me away.
I went to the master bedroom and unpacked. The last time I was here was two summers ago when we had our grandparent's 50th anniversary dinner. For years, my family would spend that same week at this house because my Birthday is also in June. This year I would turn 18. However, I insisted on having a quiet celebration alone. That's what I had always planned.
Like a movie montage, I wanted to spend my 18th Birthday alone at the lakehouse, preparing myself for the rest of my life. I had pictured symbolic days of self-reflection during which I would gain inner strength and my future would fall into place because of my newfound independence. Drama, remember??
I was exhausted from the trip and from the events of the past few days. I finished unpacking and lay across the old, familiar queen-size sleighbed. I soon fell asleep to the wonderful sounds and Arctic cold air produced by the huge old AC unit in the corner window. I dreamt of many things that night. One particular dream was of Kyle. I guess the old smells triggered some memories. I slept as comfortably and securely as I always had within those walls. At some point during the night, I managed to move myself between the cool sheets and found complete rest under one of Grandmama's heavy quilts.
The sun began to shine through mini blinds and it crept its way slowly towards my face. I revolted against its intrusion and shoved myself beneath the covers for the wonder of slumber sleep. I had just started to drift back into dreamland when I heard something from the kitchen side of the house. I Shook it off as some groceries I had brought falling. Back to dreamland.
PLANK!! OK, that's not groceries. My slumber 100% now over as my fear became completely real. Mouse? No, It's gotta be Jason from Friday the 13th. I'm at a lakehouse, alone. It was definitely the lakeside stranger. He had come to kill his first in-the-closet gay victim like some kind of Dahmer copycat. I knew immediately that my fate was to end up in a freezer. I slowly pulled myself to the edge of the bed. It was cold. The trusty AC had done its job, bringing the room to a meat-hanging temp.
BAM-CLACK!!! Yep, it's a killer, and he's not even trying to be discrete. I waited until the AC compressor started again so the killer couldn't hear my steps. Maybe I could run out the front door. I was only wearing a pair of well-worn Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but the neighbors would just have to see the goods. This was life and death. I stepped to the door and peeked through the space between the Frame and the door. All I could see was a baseball cap and a large frame. He appeared to be going back out the back door. That led to the rear porch, where he was obviously getting an axe to kill me. (Again, dramatic me.)
I quickly opened the door halfway and bolted to the front door. DAMNIT!! It was locked and we had installed a Key lock deadbolt in years past to prevent someone from breaking the glass and opening the lock. It was planned for safety. Now it would be the thing that caused my death.
The rear door shut, he was coming back in. I ran back to the bedroom, my heart beating through my chest. Oh OK GOD, help me, I thought as his footsteps started towards the bedroom. I didn't know what to do. I hid behind the door. He slowly walked into the bedroom where I had left the door halfway open. It was dark In the room, only the few rays of light to help guide me in this situation. He slowly came in and walked over to the bed. He seemed to be planning to just start slashing me right there without waking me.
I held my breath and watched as he got closer and closer to the bed. I had to do something before he realized no one was there. As any level-headed, still in-the-closet, 175-pound gay drama club president would do… I SCREAMED and ran out of the bedroom to the back door, pushing the Intruder over the nightstand and onto the bed. I continued down the back stairs, around the house, and towards the pier. Yes, I ran to the pier. (I now respect people in horror movies. They are not thinking logically.) I ran onto the pier. Not to the street. Not to the neighbors. Not even to my unlocked car. I ran to the pier.
I suppose I was subconsciously planning to swim away from him? I got to the end of the pier and looked back towards the house. The killer was standing on the porch. My contacts were not in, and my glasses were somewhere on the now-toppled nightstand. I couldn't see any details, but I could see him on the front porch. He had a big frame that looked dark and menacing. He started walking down the steps towards me.
PANICK!!!! He was deranged. He was coming to kill me. In broad daylight. He started yelling, My name. "Kameron!! Oh dear God in heaven, blessed mother of Dorothy Zbornack, he knows my name. I Bet he hid under my car like the killer in "Cape Fear." He's been stalking me for years. Waiting for me to be alone. He's gonna make a coat outta my skin. "KAMERON, come on!! "he yelled as he walked closer.
Not today, Satan! I jumped off the pier and started swimming to the neighbor's dock. I was a good swimmer and was halfway there when I turned around. I saw my killer at the end of our pier, holding his stomach, laughing. I wiped my eyes and squinted. "Bro, Kameron, it's me, it's Kyle!!!"
WHAT??? KYLE??
I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. Our lake was not terribly deep and always crystal clear. I was wading water when I dropped my legs and realized I could stand. The water level reached my shoulders as the cool sand crept between my toes. The rush of chilled water helped me gain my composure as the reality of all this came into my mind. I slowly started walking and treading water back towards our pier and my hysterical big brother.
"Oh My God, you almost tore the back door off." Ha ha ha Bahaaa!! He was rolling, literally pee-in-pants, “I can’t breathe” laughter, fell from his face. My embarrassing actions now turned to anger. I climbed up the steps onto the pier and lunged at Kyle. "What the Hell BRO. What the fuck are you doing here? You scared the shit outta me." "damn you man this aint funny." I shouted.
Still laughing Kyle raised his hands to defend my shoves, "Hey hey, I'm sorry, I was gonna surprise you for your birthday." He stated.
"well, you managed that, asshole," I yelled and gave him one final shove as I stormed off towards the house.
"Kameron, hey bro, I'm sorry, don't be mad. I didn't mean to scare you." Kyle retorted as he started coming after me, still laughing under his breath. In my greatest dramatic performance to date, I marched back up onto the front porch and turned towards him. "I seriously could have had a heart attack, did you even think about anything? Mr Doctor?" Realizing how super silly that statement was, I couldn't help but crack a smile when I turned and looked at him.
I hadn't seen Kyle in almost a year. If he had been studying, it must have been in a gym with tanning bulbs in the ceiling. He stood there in ripped jeans, brilliant white sneakers, and a black tank top that clung to each muscle as if it were holding on for its very existence. A thread-bare white shirt draped perfectly over his full shape, and a college cap fit tight on his head with that expertly curved bill.
I looked into his bright green eyes and saw true regret, as if his county fair balloon had just popped. I melted a bit, but I still held onto my self-presumed sibling rivalry and smiled.
I don't know much about "Mary," but there is something about Kyle that makes my world better. I smiled bigger.
"Well. I guess it was a little funny." I said as I issued a brief parole from his previous sentence. "He beamed those million-dollar teeth back at me and said, "Damn right it was. Funny-as hell. But you almost made me stab myself with the nightstand and lamp. Dumb-ass…” He said as he ran up onto the porch to give me a hug.
His arms engulfed me. I melted into his embrace, his friendship, and his general love for me. The connection that had always been so natural returned immediately. We jostled and tossed each other's hair as we shared a heartfelt greeting. Keeping our masculine bravado, we both knew that all was well within our world.
He pushed me back and said, "Lil bro, you look great. Damn, do I need to barricade the door to block all the high school hotties from getting in here? Mom and Dad said you'd lost weight but damn bro. You look incredible."
I blushed and literally soaked in the compliments like a dry sponge. I had, in fact, changed. My braces were off, and my chest was defined. I had an early tan, which made my teeth even brighter than they actually were. I'd also let my curly hair grow a bit, giving me a surfer kid kind of look. I hadn't started to realize all the changes until that moment. I think about that even today.
The next few comments left me with a permanent blush and more than a few questions.
"Bro, I can't get over the change. We are Definitely gonna have to board up the doors when they find out the two gorgeous Kirkland boys are in this house." Kyle continued as he made his way past me to the front door. We had always been close and he had always been kind. But we had never shared compliments on looks or physique. You know, we kept it “All Bro.”
"Man, shut up. I'm still pissed at you, so I'm not buying the flattery and Kyle charm." I shot back. Then he looked down and spoke. "Theres no flattering needed lil bro, and from the looks of whats slipping out of those wet shorts, it appears that you've grown a delicious bit of gorgeousness of your own." He stated with a wink and walked into the house.
I looked down and somewhere in all th struggles my well worn Calvins had ripped. One previous rip had now been torn much further, and a new rip at the "easy access" pouch had also ripped. These two strategic tears had left the large mushroom head of my cut cock, and the midsection of my hefty shaft exposed to the morning sun. I quickly covered myself and went inside. Red as a beet!!
What did Kyle say? Did I hear him right? Did he say delicious? gorgeousness?
I'm sure he didn't say delicious? No. Right‽ I was filled with emotions I had never felt. Something stirred within me. Something erotic, yet taboo. I questioned every word spoken on that porch. Today I know what he said, and I know that he meant to enlist those exact emotions. But in that moment, I had no idea what was happening. I certainly didn't know what life changes that Summer would bring.
Chapter Two
The morning had begun with fear and embarrassment. My mind was still reeling from the roller coaster of emotions I had just experienced.
I walked to the house towards the master bath. As I stepped into the room, I found the lamp on the floor, the shade bent, and the light bulb broken. It had met its fate when I made my daring escape from my serial killer, Big Brother. I straightened up the nightstand and lazily shoved the broken glass under the corner to deal with later. Typically, I would have cleaned that up immediately. But at this moment, my mind was focused on much more. My head was spinning, and my heart was still beating with excitement. Had I just heard things, right? Had my brother called my dick delicious? Was he staring at it? Was he staring at me? No way. But he definitely said “delicious.” It must be some new college term that I was not hip to? Surely, I'd misread that. Misread or not. My cock jumped with excitement at the thought of Kyle looking at me.
As I carefully moved the final piece of broken glass, I couldn't help but chuckle with laughter. Thinking about my actions and picturing me running and jumping into the lake. That was funny, I had to admit it. I was on one knee with my left side to the door when Kyle stepped into the doorway.
He leaned in, placing his hands on either side of the doorway. They wrapped themselves around the doorframe, holding the weight of his body. His abrupt halt had caused beautiful natural blonde streaks to sway towards his cheekbones. They came to rest at the edge of his cheeks as if to cradle the sculpted perfection. His large physique filled the entrance as if he were perfectly chiseled out of a piece of flawless tanned ivory. I was suddenly looking at the cover of a teen romance novel as the daylight illuminated the room behind him. As he leaned in, his biceps flexed and stretched the paper-thin fabric of the white fabric clinging to his body.
Thankfully my cock was exposed on the opposite side of my body because it jumped again and started its ascent to the sky.
The combination of morning, ripped Calvins, and Kyle was too much for my 18-year-old hormones to handle. "Oh Shit, did you break it?" He questioned. "Hell no, you broke it." I retorted with a peal of continuous laughter, careful to hide my growing member. He gave me the trademarked million-dollar smile, rolled his beautiful green eyes, and muttered, "Whatever, Lil bro…" as he bounced to the kitchen.
I waited until I could clearly hear him in the kitchen, then I stood up and quickly stepped to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, I took a deep breath.
I then took a brief moment to deal with something I hadn't given much thought to in a while. Kyle had been away for so long. I had not had to deal with these feelings in some time. It had been a year since I sat in my bedroom, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of Kyle getting out of the shower. Even longer since I had watched him play ball in the backyard or help dad around the house in running shorts. The guilt and combined shame of this hidden lust had not been an issue for some time. I had hoped and prayed it was a teenage phase or hormonal puberty thing. The gay thoughts were dealt with, but the taboo of this??? No, No, I couldn't go back to pining over Kyle again. Those thoughts were buried long ago, never to resurface. RIGHT? But what the hell had just happened? Had my Bog Brother just flirted with me?
WHAT in literal HELL???
My mind was more confused than a peach tree blooming in December. My mind was reeling with incredibly inappropriate thoughts of Kyle. The layers of denial were stripped away, and the reality of that “desire” came back to the surface with a fury.
I grabbed a towel and started to dry my wet hair. As I looked up and started to ruffle the other side of my head, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. There stood a smaller version of Kyle. The similarities that we had as kids had returned. Of course there were differences, but I was looking at a smaller version of my brother. Kyle with ripped Calvins, a toned, tanned build, and freshly shaved heavy balls presenting a hefty semi-hard-on. I had jerked off to the mirror many times before. Picturing it was another guy. But I had not done so since my body had blossomed into my brother's smaller framed double. I dropped the towel to the floor and guided my right hand to my dick. I grasped the shaft, and, with two strokes, I was rock hard. I didn’t try to bury anything. I allowed my mind to run free. Fresh and raw visions of my brother flooded my mind. I stepped closer to the mirror. My hand was now starting to work with a pleasurable rhythm. I allowed my left hand to touch my chest and slid it down to the waistband of the partially destroyed boxer briefs. The HOTNESS of being partially nude was too tempting as I played with the waistband and pulled it down touching the base of my shaft.
I focused my attention on my body and cock as I held its rigid straightness tightly in my hand. Up and down the pole, I stroked, imagining my brother's cock in my hand. I halted briefly and allowed saliva to fall from my mouth and land on the head of my cock. I kept the rhythm as I simply allowed the natural lubricant to engulf my rod, intensifying the desire. My left hand now stretching the waistband of my underwear further down, allowing its elasticity to rub against my hard dick. I released the waistband and propped myself against the wall with my left hand as I started to feel that beautiful release building up inside me. I thought of my tongue reaching forward to touch the tip of Kyles Dick.
Sweat started to bead on my forehead as my mind raced to Kyle. I imagined his hands pulling me up for a deep, passionate kiss right before leading me gently back down to his crotch. I could almost feel his two hands caress the back of my head as he guided my lips towards his thick, throbbing manhood. I thought of him saying: "Its all yours lil brother, Ive wanted you for so long." With that thought I exploded onto the mirror.
Stream after stream of hot cum hit the mirror with a force that seemed enough to crack its surface. The strength of my youthful cum shot was evident as I watched the creamy substance splatter on the surface. As each pulse of cum hit the reflective surface, I wished it was my face being rewarded with Kyle's seed. I shook with pleasure as the orgasm rippled through me. The last stream hit the floor as the fluid started to drip from my mushroom head and spilled on my thumb. I brought the cum to my lip and applied it like gloss, then allowed my tongue to taste its sweet saltiness. I trembled with final waves of orgasm as I pictured myself tasting my Big Brother.
Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and allowed reality to once again invade my fantasy. I turned towards the shower and started the water. The smell of bacon began to fill the air as I heard Kyle shout. "Jerk it quick, dipshit, Im cooking breakfast." We had always teased one another about this. If he had only knew how many times he had yelled that same thing while I was doing just that, secretly thinking about him. This time had been different. He had given me more to work with than just passing glimpses and tight clothing. He had actually talked about ME, and commented on ME. Not just me, but he called my cock delicious.
I cleaned the mirror and stepped into the shower all the while trying to figure out those comments. I realized something as I soaped up and allowed the warm water to refocus my attention. The guilt and shame that normally followed a "Kyle centered orgasm," was no longer there. I had to remind myself that it was not normal. I actually had to tell myself, "It’s your BROTHER, Kameron…” I guess my Baptist upbringing allowed some shred of guilt to creep back in, but there was still some kind of acceptance going on. There was definitely less guilt, and for the first time, my thoughts didn’t bring the disgrace it had always bestowed.
Again, What in Baptist HELL???
Breakfast was the same as hundreds of times before. The two Kirkland brothers sitting at the round oak table teasing one another, talking and laughing, having breakfast at the lake. The past year had been the longest we had been apart. I had often wondered if our reunion would be awkward. You know how things are when you’re not around someone. Sometimes, it takes a while to regain that level of oneness. It took us about three seconds. Since the terror of the morning had passed, when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, I was greeted by Kyle. My Brother. My Best Friend. My Kyle.
It turns out that He had been working and studying so that he could spend part of the Summer at the lake as well. It had been a surprise that Mom and Dad helped coordinate. Up until that day, I had truly wanted to be here alone, but Kyle being with me felt safe, normal, and truly meant to be. We had a terrific day being lazy, just enjoying one another. Laughing and catching up. We spent most of the day at the end of the pier in the sun or swimming. We had some lunch out there, and it was like our childhood. Ham sandwiches and chips with cans of SunDrop. The day was filled with Great Big inner tubes, floating chairs, and the smell of tanning oil.
It was a terrific day for me. I got to keep my eyes planted on my gorgeous brother all day long. He wasn’t wearing a Speedo or anything revealing. Instead, he chose a pair of board shorts. Trust me, in my imagination, they got removed each time he came out of the water.
There was some odd spirit in the air all day. I couldn’t place it, but I remember there being a calm, almost freedom between us that we had never experienced. I believed it was the fact that we had both grown older and more mature. Looking back, I can clearly see what was happening that day. That entire day, Kyle kept telling me that he had a surprise planned. Something major planned for later.
After lunch we even went back to the house for a nap because he said: “We will need our rest for later.” He kept saying that he wanted my 18th Birthday to be the best of my life, and he was here to make sure that happened. I had no idea what he meant. At the time. Today, I believe he had the night planned out all along. That Birthday remains My Favorite Birthday Celebration of all time!! That day was a precursor for our entire Summer. It shaped my entire life and Kyles.
We look back sometimes, and… Well, I'm getting ahead of myself again.
Chapter Three
Me and My BIG Brother pt 3
The sun began to set on my 18th birthday as I woke from an afternoon nap. Kyle had insisted that we take a nap. Although it wasn't my typical routine, the sun had drained me. The thought of curling up in one of Gran's heavy blankets with that big ole window unit blowing arctic air into the dark lakehouse bedroom sounded like heaven. It was. (Many times over the years, I have found myself full of tears thinking of that wonderful old room, and Gran.)
When I opened my eyes, I saw twilight colors peeking through the window. The air was filled with that lazy summer, Saturday afternoon feeling. The days when you had no specific plans, and no obligations to fulfill. God had painted the sky with shades of pink, orange, and red. The hues melted together as they spilled through the blinds and onto the pinewood planks. I slipped out of bed and headed to witness the full spectrum of the sunset. One of the most spectacular things about the Lake was its sunsets. They could easily take your breath away. This one was no disappointment.
With hair pressed to one side of my head, I swayed towards the living room. Kyle was nowhere to be found. The house was expansive; he could have been anywhere. I assumed he had taken refuge in our childhood bedroom, and I was correct. I opened the door to find him asleep on the bottom of our old bunk bed. The nostalgia was immense, but the picture was quite different. Where there had once been a skinny kid curled under a blanket, now lay a broad-shouldered man. He now encompassed the entire space with one leg off the side. A twin-sized mattress, no longer able to hold his full form. I watched him breathe and let my mind wander.
I thought of my life after this summer. I thought of Kyle's life at school and the current paths of all my family. The four of us were always a close bunch, but now it seemed we had separate journeys. Our parents were now determined to spend their retirement exploring the world, as well as they should; they certainly deserved it. They had made their intentions clear for years with phrases like, "Boys, when your Mom and I retire, you'll have to send a messenger pigeon to find us." Mom would say, "Yall, make sure you get a job that supports you because we don't plan to leave you a dime. You can have the house and the RV. Unless we need to sell the house to keep up our expensive on-the-road lifestyle." Dad would chime in, "By that time, y'all should be doing well on your own. You can send us money and support us until we drive over the same cliff as Thelma and Louise did." This was always followed by laughter, yet we knew that a portion was completely true. I chuckled at the thoughts.
I started thinking about what our lives would be like in the next few years. I'm sure Kyle would find a girl and get married. What would I do? I had known I was gay for some time now. I knew Mom and Dad knew as well. We simply hadn't talked about it. That's how things were as Southern Baptists in the 90s. You threw things under the rug and left them alone, like normal people. There were very few deep talks about feelings. Both Mom and Dad were supportive and loving, but we let things go without words. Wait until I tell you how I "came out." So typical for my family.
Back to the Lakehouse… As my mind pondered the many unknowns, I stood in the doorway and just listened to Kyle sleep. It was an adorable sight. He had a slight snore. Nothing obnoxious, only enough to let you know he was asleep. His tanned leg caught the same sunset that I had just seen. The rays of color leaped from one side of the room to the other as they struck his perfect jawline, casting a flawless shadow onto his chest. I thought; “that sunset ain't the only thing God did well.” About then, I glanced at the small dresser mirror and saw even more of that resemblance. I looked back at Kyle just in time to watch the afternoon's amber rays meet the emerald green in Kyle's half opened eyes. I heard, "Are you just standing there looking at yourself in the mirror? Get out, get your own mirror; this one is for my face." He muttered and laughed as he stretched himself awake.
I was a bit embarrassed that he had caught me watching him, but I played it off and started walking towards the dresser to dig through the drawer. "So, what's the plan? What's this amazing memory we're going to create? Wait, are you taking me on some kind of hunting thing with one of your high school buddies? Cause if I have to dress in camouflage, I didn't bring a thing." I stated with my usual quick wit and shallow comic timing. "And I ain't shooting nothin'," I added with the same demeanor. Kyle rolled his eyes and leaned up in the tiny bed. He rested on his elbows and said, "I guess you could say it's a bit of hunting. But you're going to have to help me out this time. I'm taking you to the hunting grounds." He winked and shot me a shy and devious smile. I stood there and pondered on what he could have meant as he hopped up and headed towards the hallway bathroom. He punched my arm as he passed by and said, Come on, Get ready. We have a whole night ahead of us." He was in the bathroom before I could protest or question any further.
I left the bedroom doorway and started walking back to the master bedroom. That was not typically my room, but I claimed it for this summer. Since Kyle was in the shower, I unpacked the remainder of my things. The last 36 hours had been filled with too much excitement to worry about unpacking. I gently placed one summer's worth of items into the cedar-scented dresser drawers. My mind was racing; Hunting Grounds? What did that mean? I didn't give it much more thought as my mind began to focus on spending the evening with my Big Brother.
The closest major city was a port town called Wilmington, NC. There was a mid-size town of approximately 150 thousand people. The great thing about it was the mixture of cultures. It hugged the coast of North Carolina, so one part of town carried a definite laid-back beach surfer vibe. However, traveling about 20 miles across town, the downtown area boasted an Urban Bohemian feeling. The lakehouse was in a tiny community surrounding the Lake. There was a general store, a gas station, a small Walmart and a handful of mom-and-pop restaurants. Over the years, we have traveled to this city many times for supplies and items that are unavailable locally. I assumed that Kyle had something planned there. The lazy lakeside community was not big on nightlife. My mind continued to race as I heard the bathroom door open.
"Hey, Bro, I'm out. Get Ready; I know how long it takes you." He yelled as I heard the wet bare feet hitting the hardwood floor as they traveled across the hallway.
"Shut Up," I demanded as I closed the dresser drawers and turned to make my way towards Kyle's room. "What am I supposed to wear? I seriously don't have camouflage. I didn't bring much." I spoke as I walked towards his room to hear him better. In complete honesty, I could hear him fine. I was walking closer to see him fresh out of the shower. The sight of My Brother with a towel around his waist was a vision I had not drooled over in some time. I figured, lets add to the photobook. I continued mumbling as I got closer to the entrance, "I was not planning to go to a prom; all I brought were clothes to hang ar… round, in…" My words slowed to a dead stop and stumbled into a blubber as I arrived at Kyles wide open door and looked up. Kyle was standing at the side of the bed with a pair of wide waistband blue briefs in one hand and red CK boxer briefs in the other. Other than these articles of clothing, nothing else was touching his body. He was completely naked. He held both pairs of underwear up, gave each one an inquisitive look, and said, "Ok, tell me, blue or red."
My heart may have briefly stopped. My eyes immediately started to work overtime as I surveyed the vision and stored snapshots for later memory. I had seen Kyle before, but those had been sneaked peeks. They were small glimpses and occasional bathroom moments. I had never been given such a bold, deliberately unobstructed view. I also quickly scanned the changes that had manifested over the past year. Today had obviously been the only time he had tanned while wearing shorts. His minimal tan lines drew a reddish-pink line across his waistline and above his knees. He was smooth almost everywhere. A dusting of blonde leg hair covered his beautiful stems. The evening twilight had since given way to a dark purple sky, and the lights inside the house gave off an enchanting Amber glow. The shadows seemed to highlight Kyle's Heavenly features. A perfect group of muscles gathered to form a deeply defined Adonis Belt V that seemed to point to the Grand Prize.
It was definitely worth the attention, and my soul gave a standing ovation as my eyes drank in this marvelous view. Kyle's package was neatly shaven but not completely. Two heavy balls hung lazily on either side of an equally weighted, perfectly formed Cock. His balls were smooth and served as the superb backdrop for such an incredible piece of God's artistry.
His dick was just like mine, but longer and thicker. It looked semi-hard as its weight hung low and commanded the attention of all the air around it. Y’all, I swear I think the damn thing glowed with a golden aura. I was stunned, and I stared directly at it. It was male perfection. There was no hiding or glancing. I did not look away and say, "I'm sorry." Once my two eyes met this sight, I was in a trance.
Kyle stood before me with the confidence of a New York runway model. He was holding two pairs of underwear in his hands like puppets. He looked as innocent as a lamb as he intentionally allowed me to remain in this dumbfounded stooper. I finally circled the wagons in my mind and landed back on the Prairie. I stumbled through the words, "Umm, Red, ah, but I like the blue too…" I'm honestly shocked I said that much.
"Let me try them on…" He started as he tossed the red pair in the bed and turned to put in the blue. “…cause they both look good, but I think one makes the goods look better." He faced me full frontal again. "I got these from a friend in school. He sells them and asked me to model them for a promo thing. I got to keep all the undies." He continued as he strutted across the room to see himself in the mirror. His left side was towards me as he looked back at the mirror behind him, saying, "They are comfortable as Fuck, and I never thought I'd give a damn about underwear, but I may be spoiled."
The entire time Kyle walked around the room, I just watched and tried to think of what to say. I wanted to be cool, calm, and collected, but the only thing being collected was blood as it raced to harden my dick. There was no way to hide it. I was in boxer briefs myself. I pushed myself to the doorframe and said. "I like those, but let's see the red ones." I was pretty damn bold now. I wanted another view of that massive cock.
"Yeah, they're comfortable too, and I think these show off the package better. I'll let you decide." Kyle stated as his tanned thumbs slipped into the waistband of the blue pair. I was almost confident he was getting harder, and that was confirmed as the head of his cock slid from the bondage of the blue fabric. It flopped out and presented its (definite) semi-hard self to the world as Kyle tossed one garment on the bed and leaned over for the other. When he came back up with the red pair in his hand, he opened his arms and said. "Well, I'm sorry, Lil bro, I'm guessing he approves of the audience. He sure seems to be pointing towards you. Maybe he missed you watching him?" He confessed with a grip as he slipped one leg and then the other into the red boxer briefs.
Stunned, I finally looked up and muttered, "What? Watching … him? what?" My face flushed with the same deluge of blood that had rushed to my dick. My heart was pumping in tandem, trying to fill my cock and my face with blood at the same time. I was beet red and starting to sweat as I searched for the next words to say. "Hey, hey, no, no, I didn't mean it like that." He started as he approached me and placed his right hand on my shoulder. "I'm not angry or giving you a hard time." His voice was slower now, like a gentle whisper. His face was so close to mine that his breath caressed my cheek. “Kameron, It's ok; honestly, I've always enjoyed you watching me." He continued as his hand slid off my shoulder and tightened around my bicep. "Hey bro, I've always known you were watching me in the shower. I tried to make sure you saw what you wanted to see." He whispered.
I stared at the floor with enough concentration to look directly through the wood planks to the ground below. My heart was beating in my ears, my cock was throbbing, and my body was trembling. Kyle took his left hand and brought it to my cheek. He slowly cradled my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his. "Was I right or wrong?" Kyle asked with a louder, sultry, matter-of-fact expression. He tilted his head to the right, smiled ever so slightly, and came closer. His hips guided his still semi-hard cock to mine. The fabric containing his stiff manhood softly brushed the stretched cotton holding in my hard dick. He then slid his hand to my hand and started to draw imaginary lines from my middle knuckle to the bend in my wrist.
"It Seems like I was right all these years. This is what you wanted to see." When he said the word "THIS" he pressed himself harder into my hard-on. I thought I might faint as I stood there without saying a word. Kyle's breath passed my face; his eyes remained deadlocked on mine. My brain took a moment to register the situation, and my hormones took over as I leaned forward. Kyle's tongue stretched forth to wet his full lips. The moist heat felt like warm oil dripping over my body as our lips gently touched. It was a light and soft kiss, then another. Our lips were teasing one another. Together then apart, then back together again to find themselves within centimeters of one another.
Kyle's cock was now rock hard, and it found its rightful place as it was pressed directly next to my rigid cock. The two pieces of male flesh raged together as if they were part of the same body, perfectly fit to live together. The only thing preventing their touch was two layers of translucent material. This barrier was now the only thing preventing the complete disclosure of the contents hidden deep within our own Pandora's box. Years of fantasy and desire were now a reality. I had scripted millions of scenes between Kyle and me in my mind, yet none contained the passion and ecstasy of this moment. This wasn't a script, and this wasn't a daydream. I finally broke my silence and said, "Kyle, I want to." He stopped me with another kiss, then pulled himself away far enough to take my hand and guide it to his dick. His breath shuttered when my hand made contact. I wrapped my fingers around Kyles perfect cock and gently rubbed it up and down as if following an animal instinct. We both took a breath as if it were the first one after being submerged and deprived of oxygen.
We exhaled, and Kyle said, "I hope that is what you want because I've wanted to feel your hands on my cock for a long time." I leaned in to kiss him, and we both started to move back into the room. My right hand reached for his waistline, and I allowed my fingers to pull back the elastic fibers. I was about to actually feel my brother's erect cock for the first time. The palm of my hand was hot with anticipation. The years of thirst were about to be quenched as I inched further towards Kyles concrete rod. My body was still halfway in the dimly lit hallway. Suddenly the motion sensor light beamed light onto the porch, and the solid glass door allowed it to flood the hallway with light. At that exact moment, we heard a shrill voice, "YooHoo, Kameron!!! It's Aunt Patty!! Knock Knock!!"
DAMNIT!!!!