Hi, I'm Alexander cole, sixteen geezerhood old and am in love life with my XIX year old brother, marque. We both have ash blonde pilus framing our face, though his is a shade darker than mine and he's naturally a few inches taller than me. We look so much alike, downhearted centre, belittled babe fount and a nice body. I play basketball and he swims.

We live with our mom in a house in capital of the United States, DC. Mom's hardly plate because she has to work to bear us, so it's mostly only me and brand name here. We do everything together because it's always been the two of us. But for the past two years I've found myself having muddy idea about the brother I use to bathe with all the time when we were younger. I mention that because I've always appreciated his naked body, until that appreciation transformed into lustful need.

right hand now though, I'm sitting across from him eating breakfast ; cornpuffs cereal. I'm heading to school day after and he has swimming lessons later. He left his live job and is looking for another one but oasis't found anything desirable yet, but he never leaves his passion for swimming tooshie. He now helps out on the swimming squad at schooling some evenings.

We have a good family relationship ... brotherly human relationship, me and him. Thing is, he knows I want to skip over him. I'm not shy and I told him quiet plainly a few times before while we're alone that I'd rather be fucking his cock than doing my homework. The world-class time he slapped me across the face so punishing I saw adept and my jaw was swollen for days. I told mom a basketball hit me in the font by accident. Despite his reaction, he apologized to me for hurting me a few twenty-four hours later though. I told him sucking his dick would shit me sense loads unspoilt and he laughed nervously before walking away. I didn't really push the consequence too much though, because although these were my intuitive feeling and I wanted him, I wouldn't want to fuck my 14 years old untested Brother either ( if I had one ). So I willed myself to bequeath him alone for a little bit.

Besides, I was a virgin. Wanting to get fucked by my older brother didn't mean I wanted to get fucked by him. The idea was erotic and so fucking scary at the same clip. One of my large fears was how much would it hurt ?

The thing is, by age XV I've been drugged and fucked in the backward room of a club. My first gear metre too. I don't do drugs, judgement you, but that guy was hot and he wanted me. I was luxuriously off the excitement and he finally managed to rive me away from my Friend. He tried to present me the drugs and I said no, but he forced me to take it ; the drugs and other affair. He didn't hurt me too badly though and to be honest, before my endorse climax I was begging for it so much he dubbed me a pro. It must possess been the drugs but it felt so damn thoroughly I was shaking badly with the force while watching myself get fucked. He made sure I could see myself taking every inch. When we were through he did a quick clean and jerk up job and left me there in the elbow room with my leg spread, then he lit a cigarette, blew a plume of smoke at me then walked away. I was able to leave the club relatively unnoticed despite what had happened ; the drugs didn't affect me at all except for the high like he promised. No cephalalgia, nausea, discombobulation or any of that stuff. I never heard from the guy again but I'd been taking hammer more frequently after that. I always imagine it was Marque though.

I remember the guy I met at the coffee shop class a few blocks away a few months ago that kept staring at me. Being the case of person I am, after it got annoying I approached him and asked him what the nookie his problem was. He said I look hot. I asked him if he wanted to fuck my cute little ass and he smiled. I went home with him and found out he was a Twin Falls. That was one risky ride. All the clock time they were fucking me they were touching each early intimately, kissing and caressing ; like lovers.

I envy them, why couldn't my crony want me like that ?

I glared at Marque from across the board. Since he found out I'm into him like that, he hardly looks at me at all, especially now that we're around the like table ; this finale. His expression is buried in the morning newspaper and he barely so very much as throw a glance my way. I look back at my cereal and continue eating before thinking that the ass before me is the reason why I ended up with that guy some time ago getting fucked in the back of his car. I was horny, rightfully so because I walked in on trade name fucking a dark skinned girlfriend. I didn't care one bit for her but it's the low time I'm seeing my brother's side in the throw of ecstasy and his hardened cock. She seemed to be fucking the aliveness out of him, and rightfully so because I would too. But I was so hard after watching them for a few minutes -and they didn't even notice me- that I made my way to a new gay club in the future town that opened a few calendar week before. I did find a guy uncoerced to get me and we went to his car.

That's the get-go sentence I experienced ‘ salad tossing ’. God, that guy ate my ass out like a starving man. He tongue-fucked me with his blind drunk tongue from so many angle I didn't want it to stop ... I even grabbed his hair and forced his side deeper into my ass and crotch ; he gave damn good head too. So after about an 60 minutes of that, he made good on his threat to fuck me senseless.

I can't say I wasn't satisfied that night even if Marque plagued my thoughts for the succeeding few week. It was awkward then because this clock time I was the one avoiding him. God, I couldn't look into his face without wanting to spring him. I kept having day and wet aspiration where I'm replaced by that girl, riding his putz with all the glorification of a horny demon.

But to my chagrin, Sam started coming around a few more than clip until my suspicions were confirmed ; they'd turn a couple. I was so heartsick I left the house and didn't number back that night. He kept calling my cell phone but I didn't solvent, as a matter of fact I turned it off. I stayed over at Thomas Carlyle's house, a friend from school who lived alone with his comrade too. I got my problems fucked away by Carlyle's six foot, two hundred Irish punt brother. The man was all muscles and as soon as Carlyle fell asleep that night I crept to his room where he sucked and fucked me until there was nothing else on my brain but the feeling. He'd been flirting with me all dark behind his brother's back and to be true, the hope of a expert sorting out was welcomed.

Max, short for Maximillian, had to clamp my sass shut so I don't scream out my pleasure for his blood brother to hear and wake up. We did a standing 69, he made me sit on his typeface and then I was taking every inch of him for hours.

God, that was such a well nooky. I took his number and ...

"What's with that look ?"

Marque's voice broke me out of my thoughts and I looked at his stick face."What ?"

He scoffed and turned his headway back to the paper.

"I'm off to school,"I announced before pushing my electric chair back and standing."I ...,"

"Mom won't be coming back for another two days, what do you need for dinner later ?"

He knew I was going to come on to him. I thought about what he said anyway."Pizza."

"Great, garden salad,"trade name answered sarcastically. He's very health conscious.

I scoffed and then walked off, mentation of fucking my brother still rearing in my head.

*******0~0*******

So, I'm sitting in my algebra year, and to be honest I'm so bored my mind starts to ramble back to where it left off ...

So Max fucked me hard and good, then I went home the future day and my brother apologized to me again. Then, he nervously introduced me to Sam.

To be good she was nice, an African American girl with shoulder length pitch blackness hair and brown eyes. Despite my jealousy I noticed she had a nice smile. The simply people being awkward were me and Marque.

To be honest I wanted to proceed hating Sam, but she'd become like a big sis to me, even putting up with my tantrums sometimes. I applaud her strength, I would tear me a new one at my demeanor ... even brand name was starting to grouse at me all the clock time. He slapped me around a few times when she wasn't around.

I didn't want my brother to hate me, so I stopped pestering them and in the process got to know her a niggling better. And through all of that, I was still fucking Max. My brother was leery of where I keep going out to almost every night but Sam was a good beguilement, she seemed to be on my position and would distract Marque sometimes.

But, I hardly went to Max's planetary house because we didn't want Thomas Carlyle finding out. I'd just turned fifteen and Max could go to jail, but he was also overly worried about what his loving little comrade would call up of him fucking the ass of his under-aged Quaker. We mostly went out then rent a motel room for the fun, then Max would drop me off at a spot where I can take one bus home.

So anyway, after a few weeks I couldn't put up with the secret love affair thing, so I cut it off with the big guy. I was back on the market, and even though I still lusted after my Brother something fierce, I just avoided him and Sam.

I started going clubbing a lot after that with my false ID. Mostly on the weekends though ; clubbing and school didn't mix well. I found out the figure of the drug I was given that Nox the initiatory time ; Foxy. It kept my head clearer than other drugs so a few clip I took it. I stopped after the conclusion sentence, where it made me fuck three random guy wire at once ... and I did with a light up conscience, I just didn't care.

I love sex, but I'm not a ‘ slut'so I decided never again, I'm going back to my ‘ all drugs are bad'mantra.

I could then progress to out the algebra teacher scribbling something on the panel while droning on about something or another, but I tuned him out again.

So anyway, a few workweek later Sam broke up with brand. She told me she liked me but she and my sidekick couldn't work out. I asked why and she said he was in love with mortal else. I smiled and watched her walk away. I wondered if she could tell I was way too well-chosen at her departure. Marque was all mine again and all was decent with the world.

Fuck whoever it is he's in passion with, he was in love with her too and now she's gone.

The buzzer rang signalling school had ended, breaking me out of my mentation. I grab my bag like everybody else and channelize out. I went base and saw my brother in the kitchen.

"I'm household !"

"Hey,"Marque greeted while he tossed some vegetable in a skillet. There was a box of pizza to the side. He then covered the pot, wiped his hand in his forestage and then went to the fridge to get me a bottle of water.

I took a draught while watching him."You look fuckable in that apron, Marq."

He sighed before looking at me."Alex, don't start ..."

"Why not ? Sam's gone and I'm destitute to secern you I want you to unfold your legs so I can take up you dry all night,"I teased.

"Alex, barricade it,"brand name warned with his binding to me, obviously agitated. He went back to tossing the vegetables.

I leaned over the table, completely serious."I'll take you so far down my throat until you come in my mouth, then I'll swallow all of it and let you hump me up the ass so hard ..."

"FUCK !"brand name screamed as the pot clanked loudly against the stove, as if he was burned. I was surprised, concerned and scared as he whipped around suddenly, stalking to me and grabbing me by my schoolhouse shirt. He dragged me from around the kitchen riposte and slammed my back against the adjacent wall, hard. I looked frighteningly into his burn, blue eyes as his disposition screamed execution. I was afraid of what he would do.

He slammed me into the paries again for soundly measure and warned,"I said to halt. Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it."

Realizing he wasn't going to slap the doodly-squat out of me for what I said, I narrowed my eyes and slammed my rim against his while one hand quickly found its way down his bloomers, groping his crotch. He tried to draw out away but I held on and moved with him, making every elbow grease just to at to the lowest degree palpate that chassis between his legs before he beat the shit out of me. He tried to pull his head back but there was no way I was going to let him escape. I kept my lips locked with his, because even if the kiss was sloppy due to our activity it's Thomas More than what I've ever gotten before, and because it's him it made me palpate giddy with happiness.

Moving clumsily, we stumble and fell and even then I didn't let go ; I wanted my comrade so bad.

"Alex, stop ... piece of tail !"he shouted when our sassing finally separated. I had my lips tasting every part of him I could and my work force touched everywhere it could. I needed to get the most out of this opportunity.

Thing is, we were kind of evenly matched in build and durability so he had a hard time pushing me away. I had him pinned under me the entire time.

"Alex ... !"my brother shouted when I finally had a good bobby pin on that plastered shaft and started squeezing. Oh yes, he was turned on after all. I stopped everything I was doing suddenly, which caused him to react the Same, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I've always want you, Marq, just this once ... ?"I pleaded. God, if he would just give me one gustation ; the ultimate experience of getting fucked by him I'd die a happy picayune sixteen years old. I don't know what stopped his protests, but he grabbed my promontory and kissed me passionately before flipping us over so he was on top. My well-chosen pill threaten to crack my fucking cheek as I watch him press his knickers down and show me that stiff cock.

"God, I want to taste it ...,"I moaned and he kicked the rest off before crawling up to range my breast. He held a lock of my haircloth and pulled my headland up before shoving his rosehip forward. I deep throated him, all the way to the back, suck and licking with no gag reflex. I grabbed his ass and squeeze them, pushing his rose hip forward into my bang aspect while sucking hard. It felt so good when I pulled my head back and suck his stopcock read/write head so hard it left my backtalk with a popping sound. The tone on his font ... diddly-squat, I wanted to amount just like that.

My brother looked down at me, panting with his eyes hazy with lust."Is this what you want, to wet-nurse my hawkshaw ?"

I couldn't answer because my mouth was occupied with his gumshoe but I knew he must have seen my answer in my centre, because he grinned before holding my head still and riding my face. I was getting high off his musky scent.

"Fuck, Alex, why are you so good at this ?"he asked breathlessly a moment later. He kept making this sexy little mewling haphazardness and believe me, as much as I was enjoying the face fucking my own putz was so hard it hurts. I couldn't answer his motion for obvious rationality, and I thought maybe he doesn't want one, because having experience meant I'm obviously fucking around. He pulls back, dragging his tool out of my back talk and then shoving his asshole at my sass. I use both hands to separate his ass cheeks before stabbing at his hole with my cadaver tongue. He trembles at the ace and I suck and kiss it, burying my face there while his ball rub against my brow. He gyrates on my face while I move my head to keep up with his unfirm arse, at one pointedness I just hold him still and suck him long and hard before letting him go. He moans, then moves away.

Wondering what he was going to do next, I was pleasantly storm when he kissed me. I know that not everybody likes the idea of ass to mouth, but my buddy kiss me so passionately and deeply I'm happy he doesn't care about that. He pulls back, looks me in the eyes and then lower. I was about to ask him what's incorrectly when he grabbed my hair painfully and asked,"Why the nookie are you so just at this ?"

I watched his middle as he grabbed me around the neck and squeeze, looking homicidal."You're not a virgin are you ?"

I clawed at his bridge player as the pressure on my windpipe slowly increased. I shook my header with a no in answer. He seemed really pissed.

"Fuck,"Marque cursed. He brought his headway down to mine and sighed, then he let go off my cervix and I took in deep breathing spell. He seemed to be really remorseful for some reason. I wanted to ask what the thing was but then he palmed my erection and I moaned wantonly. He freed it, and I help quetch my pants off after. He threw my leg back and looked at my jam before sucking his middle finger and finger fucking me. I swallowed thickly and he looked back at me with a glare while his finger pumped.

"Who else has gotten this ?"he asked.

God, I had no estimation Marque was so possessive, I found it hot. I moaned,"Men."

That seem to set him in a frenzy and he growled, then positioned himself before throwing my legs on his shoulders and fucking my into the tiled, kitchen floor. We both came fairly quickly because we were at the peak of our sexual apparent horizon ; horny as ass for each other.

After that we found marque's bedroom, where he took me on raving mad ride of unadulterated, foul fucking.

That Night, I found out what a animal my pal was in bed and I wouldn't have it any former way.

The quietus as they say, is chronicle .