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My Brother


Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.


Blind with rage, but completely unable to do a thing about it, I just had to let my Brother and his dickhead mate James slouch back and use me as a foot rest. They bundled me about, gagged me with tape, bent me down. I didn't stand a chance against those stupid Jocks. One could just twist my arm and the other would thump me.

They always picked on me - calling me 'gay boy'. Showing me up, or pinning me down. I was 19 now, and they were still beating on me like I was a little kid. Back in school they were always humiliating me and showing me up. Of course I tried to fight back, but I'm such a ginger weed. And anyway they were right - I am a gay boy.

And I was crazy in love with my Big Brother and he knew it.

Ben would walk around the house butt naked, showing his fine body and letting me get a good look at his perfect penis.

"You looking at my dick again, gay boy?" he'd snap before pounding my arms and legs with his fists. I couldn't help but get hard in my pants as he laid in to me, his angry balls bouncing in front of eyes. And I was hard right now, bent double with his lordly feet crossed on my neck.

I wished so much he'd just take me some day. He was so handsome and strong and hot, but there was no chance in hell. He always had some new girlfriend or other, checking his reflection in the mirror, popping his collars and spraying cologne before leaving the house. And as soon as he was gone, I'd rush in his room to sniff his clothes and jerk off. He caught me at it once and hit the fucking roof. Wrapped in his bed sheets, I had the crotch of his dirty boxers stuffed right under my nose. You couldn't make up a worse scenario. He beat the crap out of me.

Mum usually stepped in to break it up, but she was away on a business trip. We had the place to ourselves, and Ben called on James for a sleepover: Video games and beers and unregulated bully time with me. I was their total prisoner and, free from the threat of any intervening adult authority, they took it further than ever before.

It was only lunchtime and they'd already torn most of my clothes off and taped my wrists behind my back. James even rolled a sock off his sweaty feet and bunged it in over my tongue before sealing the gag shut. I fucking hated James Stanbury so fucking much. He was the absolutely the most insufferable dickhead of them all: Arrogant and overbearing, and so fucking smug. Ben always let James take the lead when they ganged up on me. Now his bitter sock was drying my mouth out.

After several hours of FIFA soccer matches and belching on beers, the Lads got bored.

"I bet gay boy's got a dirty little boner about this." James suggested, tossing his controller aside.

A prodding caress on my balls made me flinch. It was James, rubbing his toe over the carriage of my pants.

"You like that gay boy?" he taunted.

I jumped from his loathsome touch, rising to my knees, but the Jocks sprang to action. In no time they had me helpless on my back. Ben held me from above, his arms tight under my shoulders, and James sat heavy on my legs. With nowhere to hide, my pathetic boner pushed a guilty wet patch in the corner of my y-fronts. The Lads guffawed like idiots. I could only blush and lower my eyes in shame as James took pictures on his iphone.

"Putting these straight on facebook..." he grinned, tapping his screen. The phone immediately twinkled with notifications. Crying-with-laughter emojis and mean comments from all our friends. I groaned from behind my Jock sock gag.

"You love it faggot!" James lit up, "Look how hard you're getting!"

Then he reached out to rub my bellend through the fabric of my pants with his finger and thumb. I wriggled to get free, but between them there was no escape. I just had to lie there take it. Why couldn't my Brother rub my dick? I could smell Ben's body as he held me tighter, and I tried to imagine those were his fingers teasing me. But James wouldn't stop. He seemed serious about making me cum, and I started to panic. I was still a total virgin. I'd never been touched like that before, and I didn't want to be taken like this. Not by James. I struggled harder.

"What's the matter gay boy, you gonna cum?" James gasped in mock surprise.

I just fucking hated him so much! I wanted to scream but I had his sock in my mouth. Nothing could stop the sweet shivers rising, and at James Stanbury's gentle command I shot my virgin load, soaking the cotton of my pants with heavy breaths in my nostrils. They roared with laughter.

I consoled myself that I had come for Ben; that this was a sexual encounter we had shared. But the first thing he said slapped me down,

"You just had sex with James! You're a real gay boy now!"

Far from denying his own part in the gayness, James seemed positively delighted. Eager to hear my puny retort, he tore my gag open. I spat his wet sock.

"You're the fucking gay boy, James!" I hissed, "Why are you touching my dick?"

His hands were still all over my glans, and his touch made me spasm in the fading glow of my shameful ejaculation.

"See! You fucking love it! You can suck my dick next!" "No fucking way!" I panted, writhing in the detestable pleasure of his touch. "Don't argue, gay boy," my Brother added cooly, immediately onboard with the idea.

More bundling. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, the Lads had me just where they wanted. Having whipped off his Adidas shorts and Puma briefs, James got comfortable on our sofa in his claret polo and one remaining sock. He always wore that stupid fucking shirt. Like he had nothing else. And it stank, all spicy with his pits.

Between his mighty thighs, under a neat crop of blonde pubic hair, his monstrous boner bounced up like a truncheon. Ben held me from behind, keeping me on my knees and forcing my head closer with both hands. James wanked himself in anticipation, letting his foreskin roll back and forth on his shiny wet bell. His bodily warmth struck me first, and Ben held me steady between James' thighs just long enough to take in the scent of his legendary penis as it loomed nearer. It smelled damn good, and I hated myself for liking it. Then James slapped my face with his fat shaft, and they cracked up. He was so pleased with his stupid joke, he repeated it several times. They cracked up the same each time.

"Get to it gay boy..." The Jock eventually ordered, and Ben guided my head into place.

James dripped his salty, arrogant flavours all over my tongue. I wanted to savour this first taste of dick, to take it slow. But I just had to let them bang me like a hole, and snatch what little pleasure I could. Again James reached for his phone to video the moment. I shut my eyes and pretended I was sucking on my Big Brother. It didn't take James long to shoot.

"Swallow it gay boy!" he barked.

The cum seemed sour and snotty to me, but I did swallow.

As soon as his shivers subsided, James shoved me backwards. They chortled all over again. I wanted to run and hide, but they didn't let me go. Late into the night they made me crouch like a footrest while they downed beers and ordered pizzas and watched lame movies, all the while joking on how gay I was. It was so idiotic and fucking boring. My hate for James intensified silently.

"Fuck! There's 772 likes on that picture!" he chirped, checking-in to facebook later that night and reading his favourite comments out. The meanest came from my own friends.

"Awesome! I'm gonna put the video of you sucking on my dick..."

My heart sank.

As the night drew on, they put their shit UK garage on. James didn't bother to dress again, still slouched in only his polo and his one sock. And my Brother got naked at some point too, standing in nothing but his gold chain necklace (which he never removed). With both their giant dicks out, and their manly armpits, they stank the whole place out. That and the skunk they were smoking indoors. I'd never seen them like this before, it's like they were high on some primal male bonding trip or some shit. Ben even answered the door to the pizza guy like that, totally fucking naked. The nervous teen was speechless; his jaw hung at the sight of me with James' feet up on my back.

I lost track of time, but it was close to dawn when my Brother finally passed out totally stoned on the couch. James must have been waiting for this, because (after testing Ben with a few regular slaps on his face) he came for me directly. Marching me down the hall to my room, he didn't bother put the light on, but pushed me straight onto my single bed. Somehow, after everything, I still had a bit of fight left me.

"Get the fuck off me now, James!" I rattled.

But he didn't listen. Throwing me flat on my back, he toppled the full weight of his huge Jock body down on top. Next he was kissing me, his cocky tongue rolling with mine, his big hands sliding up under my vest and over my butt. He ripped my pants away and (after a long day of sexual abuse) I was finally naked. My little willy nestled up against his massive dick and his passions overtook me.

"Come on, baby girl." he whispered close into my ear, fondling my balls as he spoke.

It felt so weird. I definitely hated him more than ever, but his lust was also somehow kind of nice. I let him have his way. The sky was getting light outside as he flipped me over, little aeroplanes making trails as he eased his long shaft up between my cheeks. He was actually going to fuck my ass! What the fuck was I doing? Man it hurt. That idiot jerk got to work pounding me sweet and slow in his claret polo and one sock. I put my face in my pillow and clenched my teeth. When he was done heaving and huffing we crashed out together in his smug stink, my head on his broad pecs.

If I dreamt in the night that James might be sweet with me the next day, I was plain wrong. He slumped away to shower as if nothing special had happened, and by lunchtime he was bullying me worse than the day before.

I suppose Ben didn't know me and James slept together. He got up later than everyone else as usual, but he joined in with the new day's persecutions just as eagerly before. It was just typical insults at first, but soon they were slapping me about. I managed to get away though, and went to sulk about it in the garden. I slumped in the hammock and went on my phone. My facebook was fizzling with negative activity. James did put that video up and everyone had seen me gulping on his dick. It was the all-time funniest thing they'd ever seen. I wanted to cry.

Just then a sudden blast of hot water struck me across the face, penetrating uncomfortably into my ear. The Jocks had found the Super-Soaker. James howled as he worked the pump for another attack. Then the smell hit me.

"Is this fucking piss!" I complained, finally clocking the yellow tint of the rinse in my white tshirt.

James literally screamed with laughter, dousing me with a second blast. I wish it was Ben's pee, but I knew it was James'. My Brother just stood by and watched as James chased me back into the house. I thought I'd be safe in there, but James came right in after me, firing jets of piss all across the walls and carpets.

"My Mum's gonna fucking kill you!" was all I could think to scream back at him.

He didn't care though, kicking my bedroom door wide open before I got a chance to shut it. I tried to hide in my bedsheets but James just hosed me down. Next he was back on my mattress, unscrewing the bottle on his gun so he could pour his foamy piss over me in one generous splash. I slapped the pistol from his hands, but Ben came in to hold me down so James could finish me with an epic wedgy.

They went out some place after that. Ben made himself all sexy because his new girlfriend would be there. Damn he was so hot. I really loved him, but he it seemed like he though it was just dirty thoughts. I really wanted to be his sweetheart.

James didn't have a girlfriend, obviously. He was such a fucking looser. No girl would put up with his idiotic pranks and bad smells, even if he did have an amazing body. He just tagged along with Ben, wherever he went. Maybe he was a bit in love with my Brother too?

"Clean all this piss up, or I'll tell Mum you did it," was Ben's parting shot.

At least I could get some peace now they were gone. I put my bedsheets in the wash. I scrubbed the walls and dabbed the piss out of the carpets. Thankfully they stayed out late, and (after eating a pizza and watching a movie) I got down to bed in a delightfully quiet house. Under clean sheets I got my phone out to watch that facebook video in the dark.

I still hadn't responded to any of the stupid abuse. It had racked up hundreds of views.

Red in the face, choking on James' girth in the flash light of his iphone, my discomfort and shame was there for all to see and delight in. There was something nice about it tho. And there were even a couple of cool comments in the thread. Between all the insults a couple of guys said 'hot' with or 'sick' with flame emojis. God knows who they were, James' video was public, but following their profiles they seemed cute. I was in a sex tape just like the ones I'd jerk off to, and other guys were getting off on it. it made me smile, and I decided to finally chip in on the thread. I just responded to one of the cute guys with an aubergine emoji, a splash emoji and a tongue-out emoji.


I got a like back, kind of cool, and got my head down to sleep.

I wasn't asleep long before the Lads got home though. They made a great racket coming in, and put all the lights and loud music on. Soon I could make out Ben's voice,

"Just fuck off Man, get out of here..."

I heard him talk to me like that many times, and I could guess that he was sending James away because he wanted to fuck his girlfriend on the sofa. Imagining James' indignant, rejected face made me laugh to myself. But just then the bedroom door swung open.

James had let himself in, and he quickly shut the door back again. Stinking of booze he was all over me like the night before.

"I saw your comment on that video, gay boy," he murmured, "you want some more of that?"

This total jerk was my most hated enemy, and yet I found myself sinking into his sex like some thirsty bitch. This time (without Ben's firm hand to force me) I was free to lick and lap as I pleased, exploring every contour of James' great shaft. He just laid back in a drunken stupor, putting his arms behind his head so we could smell his sweaty pits. He looked so Lordly, slouched in that same polo. It took much longer to make him cum this time, but I didn't rush. I soon found ways to get little shivers out the Jock, and I felt pleased with myself. His cum was wetter than before, and I drank it down.

I slept in his body warmth a second night.

Next morning he was grouchy AF, just hung over, and he pushed me peevishly off the mattress. I decided to get up, and went for a shower. In the front room the curtains were drawn, but I could see in the shade that my Brother and his girl were still sleeping on the couch. Their naked arms and shoulders hung from under a woollen blanket. A deflated condom sparkled in a beam of sunlight on the carpet. These girls were all so lucky! I slept under the same roof as this Adonis every night. All he'd have to do is cross the hall with is packet of condoms. I'd be there for him. I was there, ready and waiting with a love better than any girlfriend could ever give him. All the adoration of a little brother, all the hero worship and idolatry. He could do whatever he pleased with me.

"Get out!" he moaned from under his blanket with a cough.

I went to take my shower.

When I got back to my room James was awake. His hair was all a mess and had a mean grin on his face as he read from a sheet of paper. The blood drained from my heart as I realised he'd opened my bottom draw. I dropped my towel, fighting butt naked to get those pages back, but he was expecting me. He only had to hold them higher than I could reach with one hand and bat me back with the other.

That was all my secret shit. Love letters mostly, all written to my Big Brother Ben and hidden shamefully away. I even stolen photos of him, and made little drawings and things. Love hearts and all the most embarrassing confessions.

"These are fucking priceless!" James gloated. "...please James," I begged, more sincerely than I'd begged for anything in my life.

But James was never going to pass up on this.

"Lets see what Ben thinks about this!" he cried victoriously, dashing into the hall with my deepest secrets crumpled up in his fist.

Wearing only his polo, and with his fat dick slapping off his thighs he went right into living room to shout about what he found under my bed. Ben and his girlfriend sat up groggily, listening in total confusion. James could read only snatches of the letters as I reached pathetically to tear them back, but everyone understood their meaning.

"I wish you would love me the way I love you!" he guffawed, "...your kiss would be my heaven!"

Ben was profoundly unimpressed. With the both of us, brawling naked in front of his girlfriend like a pair of regular perverts.

"What the fuck are you two doing?"

He hit the roof Benjamin style, screaming at James to get out the house, to go home and take me with him.

"You two fucking faggots deserve each other," he fumed, slamming the front door on us.

James had a chance to get his shorts and trainers on as Ben drove us out. They'd been waiting in the living room where he left them since the other night. I'd been pushed out completely naked, and I covered my self ineffectually with a tremendous frown.

"I'm keeping these," James grinned, waving my letters and making for his car in the drive. "Give them back!" I railed "Stop fussing, get in," he countered, pushing the passenger side open as he got comfortable in the driving seat.

I couldn't let him keep my letters, he'd put them on facebook. As I resentfully approached the car I could see he was filming me on his fucking phone.

"Come on, baby girl," he soothed, and I shut the door behind me. "You're such a fucking dick." I scowled "Don't make me prove it to you!" he smiled, pulling out of the drive way.

I haven't been back to my house since.

On the way over he told me his Mum was away, and his little sister was staying with her Dad all summer, so we'd be home alone. But I've been here three weeks now, and no one's showing any sign of showing up. And like I said, I came here totally naked. Sometimes he lets me wear his clothes, but only dirty stuff that he's already worn and made stinky with his clammy balls and hairy pits. But the last two days he made me wear his sister's clothes. My little willy doesn't fit too badly in her panties if I can keep soft. He even shaved me all over, legs and pubes and pits. I feel ridiculous. And he lifts my skirt to check that I've still got a red hand print on my ass cheek. If it's faded he'll slap me a new one.

I don't know what I thought James' bedroom would be like, but I didn't expect he'd have a single bed like I did. He's got sensible blue/grey boy sheets. There's a double bed in his Mum's room, but he seems to prefer we keep to his bed.

He's got a big flatscreen tv on the wall, and neat rows of dvds and video games on a shelf. Everything orderly like a real dweeb. And it smells all stuffy and manly, even if he opens his window. The main thing is his sports trophies though, dozens of them; gold plaques and cups and statuettes and crests, all in a glass case. I knew he liked to play sports but I had no idea he was such a Champ. I thought it was kind of cool at first, like there was actually something admirable about him, but he makes me polish them every day so I think they're stupid now.

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