Me - The Inconvenience

The end of summer was drawing near. My parents were taking their annual weekend getaway. Every year, they went to the Bahamas and had fun. It's been one of their favorite things to do for longer than I can remember. I'm James; their youngest son. I just graduated high school, and at 18, I was getting around.

Due to the fact that I had gotten in trouble, I won't be getting the house to myself like I had years before. About a week ago, my mom walked in on me and a guy in the middle of, how should I put it, doing it. It was my grand coming out scene. Super embarrassing and a terrible overall experience. I would not recommend it.

They weren't mad about me being gay. It was more that I was fucking in the laundry room. Though I doubt they would've been much happier if it had happened in my room. Either way though, I was grounded. I didn't make them mad enough to cancel their trip thankfully. A few days away from them would be nice to settle things.

Instead of hiring a babysitter and treating me like a child, they decided to take another route. They'd decided that my older brother, Alec, would've fit to watch me. He's 23, so he's only a few years older than me.

Our relationship was never that great. When we lived together, we fought all the time and never managed to get along. We'd always fight, but he never did anything. Alec was all bark, no bite. Spending the weekend with him would either be an ongoing fight or avoiding each other at all costs.

"You are not to have anyone over while we're gone," my mom reiterated for the millionth time as they were leaving.

"I know," I groaned for the millionth time. Being caught with a dick in your ass was bad enough. Being reminded of it constantly was even worse.

"Alec called earlier and said that he'd be late. He's got some business to take care of first. But when he gets here, he is the boss. I don't want any reports," my dad said sternly. I sighed and nodded, wishing they would just leave already.

"Okay. Hope you guys have a nice time. Have a drink for me," I said, gently pushing them out the door.

"Okay," my mom said with a smile.

"Not funny," my dad said at nearly the same time.

"Bye, love you," I said, closing the door.

"Love you too. Be good," they both said at their own rates.

I closed the door and relaxed. I hoped that Alec wouldn't get here anytime soon. I decided to pass the time by playing some first-person shooter game on my Xbox. 11 o clock rolled around before I had even heard of Alec. I almost forgot he was supposed to be watching me.

I heard the front door open from upstairs. I knew who it was. Alec.

"James! Where are you?" He yelled out. I could practically hear the alcohol on his breath. He was so drunk.

"I'm in my room!" I called back. I rolled my eyes as I heard him stumble up the stairs. Him opening the door was kind of sad. When he finally got it open, he stared me down, leaning against the doorframe.

"Fucking James," he snarled at me. I eyed him but continued to play my game.

"Where've you been?" I asked, trying to ignore his resentment towards me.

"I was at the bar, but I had to leave early because of you," he shot back. His anger was pretty plain to see.

"Seems like you needed to leave early," I mumbled as I killed my tenth consecutive enemy on my game.

"Fuck you, James. I was gonna get laid tonight," he growled at me. I held back a laugh, but even through his influenced state of mind, he saw it. I could feel the death stare come from him.

"You can go now. I'm just gonna play my game," I tell him. He obviously ignores this comment.

"But no. I have to babysit my baby brother. All because you got caught getting fucked by some guy. You fucking faggot," he said as if the words were made of acid.

"Okay, first of all, I'm a legal adult. I'm not a baby. And second of all, my sex life is none of your goddamn business," I snap back as I pause my game. I can see even more anger spark in his eye when I look to him.

"It's my business when it cuts into my weekend, you little shit," Alec corrects. He points to himself to emphasize how mad he is.

"Oh boo-hoo. You don't get to go try to screw around this weekend only to get rejected because you're pathetic," I say, feeling my temper rising. Who is he to come judge me? He was the one who has been smoking weed since he was 15. Mom and dad just never caught him. I'm a saint compared to him!

"You're a little shit, you know that?" He said, taking a step towards me.

"You already said that, Sherlock," I point out. He walks up to me, and I rise out of my chair. We're both puffing our chests out and having a stare down. He may be taller, but I'm just as threatening and he knows it.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" I mouth off, knowing from experience that he's nothing o be scared of. His face was as red as a tomato. It felt like we had stood there for a year before anything happened.

"This," he said in a low tone. Before I could even have time to think, he had a firm grip on my wrist. It was actually painful. I couldn't even process what was going on before he twisted my arm around and shoved me onto my bed.

"Let me the fuck go, Alec!" I demanded. This only made him hold harder. It fucking hurt too.

"You fucking wish," he whispered into my ear and smiled sadistically. I struggled under his body weight, but it was to no avail.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, angry that he had pinned me down. I was never fond of being overpowered.

"I didn't get any pussy tonight, so I'm gonna get some ass," he growled and grabbed my bubble butt. With his other hand, he held my neck down, digging my face into the mattress. I felt his bony fingers dig into my cheeks. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but still. He was my brother. I managed to turn my head to the side to breathe.

"What the fuck? I'm your brother, Alec. No," I said forcibly. I tried to break free of his grip, but his hands were like handcuffs.

"Not tonight you're not. You're just a piece of meat tonight, James," he said. I could hear the animal in his voice. I knew nothing I could say would stop him.

He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear and yanked them down, revealing my smooth ass.

"Damn. I could just close my eyes and it'd be like fucking a girl," he commented as he ran his hand over my right cheek. He slapped it, and a sting made me tense up.

"Get out of my room!" I yelled at him though gritted teeth. He could hit hard, and I have a suspicion that that wasn't the hardest he could hit. I squeezed my ass cheeks so he couldn't get any further.

He took that move as a challenge. With his free hand, he pried my cheeks apart with ease. He saw my hole and grinned like a bastard. I could feel how red my face was.

"Ooohh, you're tight. I like em tight," he said with lust in his voice. He ran his index finger across my hole before shoving it in a knuckle deep. It stung. I grunted as a reaction.

"Alec, you're not even gay!" I pointed out, becoming desperate.

"I'm not the one bent over, James," he replied, completely calm. With that, I could hear him fumbling with his jeans. I heard the zipper come down, and then the pants followed. I started to kick my legs, trying to hit him where's he's weak so that I could escape. All it did was though, was push my shorts and underwear down even further. It only helped him.

"Stop," I said, knowing my efforts were useless. Then, I could feel him press his shaft along my crack. I could tell it was long and thick. It was really warm, and if it had been any other guy, it would've been hot.

"Shut up," he snapped. He then lined his head up with my tight hole and thrusted. It didn't go in. He thrusted again. It didn't go in.

"Quit it! I'll tell mom and dad," I threatened. He seemed frustrated he couldn't get it in, so at my remark, he grabbed my neck again and shoved my face back into the mattress. My next words were muffled.

"And who do you think they'll believe? They're son that just got caught fucking a stranger in the laundry room? I don't think so," he said.

"And hey, at least this time, you'll know the man fucking you loves you," he remarked and thrusted again, this time even harder. His head finally popped in. It felt as if he had torn my skin open. Let me tell you, never fuck without lube. Not worth it. I let out a scream of pain and clench my eyes shut.

"Now we're getting busy," Alec said as he smiled to himself, content. He thrusted his hips into to me, and I could feel every millimeter of movement. My groans of pain never stopped as he thrusted what felt like a thousand times to get in deeper.

"... Alec... Alec...," I whimpered out in pain. I know I sounded pathetic.

"Yes, Jamesy?" He asked condescendingly.

"Stop... You're too big... Pull it out," I said between gasps of air, fighting the pain. I swear I tore holes in the sheets with how tight I was holding them.

"No way. This feels too good," he returned as I felt his balls press up against me. He was all the way in. He rested there for a second and took my shirt off. He then took his off.

He grinded his hips against me harder. Through everything that was happening, blood still managed to go and make my cock hard. I was just glad Alec couldn't see. Maybe he'd cum soon and leave me alone.

He decided that was enough stretching time. He pulled out slowly, but right before his head popped out, he went back in at the same speed. We both groaned but for different feelings. He repeated this movement for a while before starting to pick up the pace.

"This is such. A nice. Ass," he said as he thrusted into me. By this point, he was going at an average speed. His hips would slam into my ass, and I could feel my cheeks jiggle. Each time he went in, he stabbed my prostate and forced precum out of me. All I could do was lay there and listen to him grunting and the tv.

I turned my head to look around and came across my mirror. It was angled perfectly so that I could see what was going on back there.

I saw Alec's thick shaft being revealed and then disappearing again. His abs really worked as he moved his body and sweat was rolling down his biceps. He was relentless now. I saw him pull all the way out and there was a moment of relief. As soon as it had come though, it was gone. He slammed back in, full force.

"You like that don't you, you little slut?" He asked me as he did it again.

"Fuck you, Alec," I said through gritted teeth. Before I could even get his name out, he took a fistful of my hair and pulled me up so that I was arching my back and struggling to support myself.

"It looks like I'm not the one getting fucked am I? And oh. What do we have here? Looks like your dick is liking it," he said into my ear as he continued to pump in and out of me. I couldn't help but pant. He reached around my body with his free hand and slapped my boner. It swung back and forth.

"Well I don't. This is... fucked up," I told him. He then gently slapped my balls. It wasn't hard, but it hurt like a bitch. I yelped when he did.

I looked in the mirror again and saw myself getting used and abused by my older brother. After getting stretched out and his precum lined me up, it started to hurt less. In fact, it kind of started to feel... good. Alec continued drilling me, and I was convinced he could go forever.

"Yes! I can feel your ass fucking me back!" He said loudly like he had won a bet. This made him go harder. I remained silent.

It felt as if something were missing when he finally pulled out. A weight was lifted both literally and figuratively when he let go of me completely. I fell to the bed and caught my breath.

"Now you're gonna look into the eyes of the man who's fucking you," he remarked, and just like that, he flipped me over onto my back and lifted my legs over his shoulders.

"I bet my dick is way better than that fucker you got caught with, huh?" He said as he repositioned his head to go back into me. I didn't answer him.

"Big and juicy. A real man's cock. Not some 18 year old twink," he said as he re entered me. I still didn't say anything, but it was so hot to hear him say it.

"Are you done lying to me and pretending you don't like this? Cause I have proof otherwise," he said as he fucked. Drops of sweat fell onto me, adding to the sticky puddle of precum on my stomach. I just groaned in defiance, completely unconvincing.

"Say it, James! Tell your big brother you love him and his fucking rod!" He demanded. I still didn't say anything and the anger returned to his face. I couldn't deny it that I loved it. It was too hot.

"Say! It! Now!" He yelled at me thrusting as hard as he could with each thrust. I was overcome with emotion and horniness so I spilled.

"Fucking yes! I love your fucking cock, Alec! It's so goddamn big and good. Jesus, fuck me like you mean it. I love you!" I finally cried out. It felt good to say that out loud. I looked Alec in the eyes and he grinned wide.

"That's what I thought, bro. You take it better than most the girls I've fucked," he said, meaning it as a compliment. His muscles rippled as he practically vibrated in me.

"Oh fuck, Alec. Make me your bitch! You own this ass," I moaned for him. I reached and touched myself, unable to jerk off due to our position. I hadn't even realized we were hitting the wall with my bed.

"Yeah I do, James," he replied as he went faster than ever before. I was leaking enough precum to make an entire load.

Without warning, he pulled out and grabbed me by the shoulder. He tossed me onto the ground with one hand. With the other, he beat off furiously. I got on my knees and waited for it. He was gonna cum.

"Give me a facial, Alec," I said, but he didn't seem to hear me. He held my hair with one hand and drew closer.

"Here it fucking comes!" He yelled out.

He peaked. His cum didn't come out as ropes though. It came out continuously. It was like he was peeing only it was his juices. I felt the first drop spray my face, and I made sure to get all of it. He let out a howl of pleasure as he erupted. Once my face had gotten quite a covering, it slowed down and stopped. I took no time to put it in my mouth to drain any remaining fluids. I glanced in the mirror and saw myself.

I was completely naked and my face was COVERED in jizz. I couldn't even really see my skin. It was a lot. I licked some off of my lips. Alec breathed a deep sigh and fell onto my bed.

I wiped some cum off with my hand and began to jerk off. It took no time. My hole was gaping and my face was covered. My cum came out as ropes but it got all over my chest and stomach. I could feel my balls draining. It was the best orgasm I've had in forever.

I stood up and laid on the bed next to Alec.

"Fuck," he said quietly.

"Fuck," I echoed.