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Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 7b Disclaimer — This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don’t forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please fty/donate.html Hi guys, I know its been a while. I decided to try and add some fun extra scenes to my original novel, partially so I can find my writing groove again, and partially because the emails i get begging for more. So for new readers who see this, please enjoy. I know its long, but hey, what else are you here for. For my old readers, enjoy some respite in the world of Ben and Army. I intend to add 3-5 chapters, just random moments in time. You’ll see where they belong based on the numbering, but they aren’t major so don’t feel out of place if you start or forgot some details. If you have any comments or criticism, please email me ail . I always enjoy hearing from y’all! Chapter 7.1 — A Temptation of Puns “So what’s the uniform?” “Huh?” A blank stare. Ughhh. “The uniform, you dork. What can I get away with before someone bitches at me?” Army cocked his head at me again, like I was talking with my ass or something. “Buttons Ups? Or school shirts? Or… don’t say it… Blazers? With the whole school logo shit? Like some kind of branded lesbian.” I was worried this was one of their weird fucking inner city Catholic schools or something. “What are you talking about, you idiot? Just jeans and t-shirts.” He gives a condescending smile. Fuck it, he can be mean about it, I just didn’t want to have to adjust my whole wardrobe. ” What, did you think this was like some movie?” I nod, feeling a little dumb. I only ever went to school in a small town, not a huge chunk of change in the halls. Hell, the whole yearbook could have fit in like 15 pages. “Just… You know?” Army continued, a little hesitant. “No… obviously bad shirts.” “Fuck you mean, ‘bad’?” He gestures at the used shirt from last night, a little crusty from our combined cum. Then I re-read the back. “Fuck your world, I’ll take mine,” in big bold letters. “Oh… Duh. I knew that.” “You wore that to HEB yesterday, you know that, right?” He smirks at me again. “Yeah, and?” Army leans in and gives me a peck on my cheek, but it came off more condescending again. “You’re lucky you’re handsome, otherwise I’d be really worried about you.” “Guess that makes us a good pair of brothers. I got the looks and the charm…” “- And I got the smarts.” “You keep telling yourself that, dork.” He punches my arm and laughs to himself, and I join him with my own giggles. This past few days with him have just… been fun. Like hanging out with your best friend who you also get to jack off with (or on, or in), I’ve felt more relaxed and myself in months. And I can tell Army is enjoying it too. He’s been more confident and more eager to prove himself, if only a little. But it’s noticeable. Makes me proud to be a proper Big Brother. No longer is he always buried with his nose in a book or a comic… Well, he still is, but he’s eager to talk to me about it. “Hey Ben, read this page. Look at how fucking cool the X-men are,” as he points at an actual cool scene of Storm or Magneto or whatever doing some badass shit. I’m just happy to see him try and open up more rather than just treat me like some dummy meat head. I mean, I can be, but I’m trying, kay?! I’m not the dummy who only cared about breaking the rules and getting pussy. Now I’m the dummy who cares about breaking more rules and getting dick too! _ _ _ _ _ As the background music fades into the end of the CD, Ben stands up and flips through another book of CDs (The guy brought like 3 of these when he moved in. Like, how much music does one guy need?), but I sit and watch him anyway. Recently, he has taken to just wearing a shirt and underwear. Like a slightly more decent Winnie the Pooh. But he knows those briefs of his drive me crazy, so I don’t complain. Plus it gives plausible deniability if mother decides to pop in and say hi. Hanging out in shirts and underwear isn’t “my kids are committing incest” territory. Though, I still keep shorts on too, just in case. Ben being messy and lazy is in character for him. Hell, it’s why I lust for the knuckle-head. I have less of an excuse. “Any requests?” He asks without turning. “Can I see that cute butt of yours?” I give him my best begging eyes, like a puppy watching his master eat a steak. “Horny bastard,” he grumbles as he slides another album out. “I meant music, but I know you won’t give me a real answer.” “Just put it on and come back to bed.” I lift the little blanket up and pat the emptiness, inviting him to rejoin. We’ve spent the whole morning şişli travesti just lounging in bed, a dream come true. I’ve been finishing my dumb required reading so I can get my stupid summer homework done before school starts next week, whilst my bedmate just lays back and listens to music. Our legs intertwined, our comforts shared. “Did you wanna do anything today?” He asks outloud, drumming his fingers on his chest to the song. “I dunno. I got a few chapters left so I can BS my way through the paper I gotta write on this. You got something in mind?” Ben hums loudly, pretending to think as his left hand slowly slides down his shirt. Lower… Lower… Even lower, as his fingers slowly slip under his Fruit of the Loom waistband (Baby blue, a choice color. Easter came early, I suspect, and so will I,) and I watch as the outline of his hand fumble with his flaccid cock, casually but obnoxiously adjusting himself. His dark eyes flick to my stunned face, mouth slightly ajar, and I watch his big grin crack across his face, his plan working perfectly. I hear the little playful devilish giggle, and flinch out of my dick-induced trance, and focus back on my book. “Maybe we can…. watch a… movie…” His cadence breathy and spaced with light moaning, as I watch him casually play with his sleeping cock. Damn it, Ben, I got homework, let me just do this. But my mouth stays dry and silent. Ben lays harder into the seduction. “We could watch… Mmmm… ‘The Cockfather, or…” The tent in his briefs gets bigger, the obviously silhouette of his hand slowly and casually stroking with himself removing almost everything else from focus, the sound of skin and fabric rustling lightly together. “Or maybe ‘Blade Cummer…'” He flashes another sinister smirk, the confidence of his awful puns barely registering on me as I watch the tip of his briefs gaining a tiny little dark spot. I involuntarily lick my lips, and I know I’m almost in his trap. “Come on, Arrrrrrrrrrmy… Watch… ‘Pirates of… Yeah… the Fuckibean’ or….” He bites his lips, another stifled moan. “Or… Uhh… ‘Gayzilla…'” … What was that? “I’m sorry…” I shook my head. “What?” His hand pauses, his face quickly flashing between horny and confused. “I… uhh… didn’t say anything.” “You just said Gayzilla, right?” I bust out laughing, like… why on earth did he think that was sexy. “You can’t pretend that didn’t happen.” “Fuck, I knew that wasn’t going to work. Look man! I’m laying here trying to get you horny and fucking get you to suck my cock, like I’m trying my best to show off AND be sexy AND be clever! I’m only one guy, you dope!” Ben’s voice turns almost indignity in his defense. “And you thought sexy porn parodies was gonna work?” “I know I had you with Pirates, don’t even.” He smiles again. “I saw the way you were looking at me.” “Till I heard you scrape the literal bottom of the barrel.” “Oh shut up and,” his voice drops a few octaves, trying to hypnotize me. “Suck. My. Dick.” I roll my eyes and scoot myself between his spread legs, and the lust I felt pours right back into me. Grabbing the sides of his underwear, I pull them down, and am confronted with the intoxicating picture of my brother’s semi hard cock in his hand, the slow strokes resuming their steady pace, temptation written and burned into my very blood. My mouth slowly approaches and I watch his hand stop and just let his defiantly face up, a monument to Ben. With my forefinger, I see the little drop of precum at the tip, like morning dew on a pink canvas, and I touch it, letting the sticky sweet delight stretch as far as it goes, connecting me and my prey by the thinnest, sexiest thread, and I bring it to my lips and suck it clean. “Fuck, bud… You really are cum hungry sometimes.” He moans, mostly to himself. And with the little show on the road, I get down to business, sucking his warm hard dick, showing him my devotion, feeling every little thrust, every little lustful moment. The way he tussles my hair when I look at him, my tongue stuck out and his cock pressed against it. The way he grabs my hand as it plays with his chest, my fingers tangled between the fuzz and fingers. I start off at a lazy pace, just enjoying it, losing track of time, just watching my brother writhe and lose himself. But the way he forces his hands on the back of my head to make my go a little faster… It’s the little cues he does to show he’s getting closer, But I refuse to let him, at least, with such half assed demands. He wants to cum, he’s gotta earn it. “Army, please….” the faint request. “What?” I try to utter back, my mouth mostly full of him. “You know what I want.” “No clue.” I shrug, keeping up the slow speed, my other free hand lazily cupping his balls, giving him every beylikdüzü travesti sensation he could beg for. “Fuck you…” was the last word I heard before he bring himself up and, in one smooth move, pushes me onto my back, and straddles my chest. “Oh?” I give him my best innocent eyes, happy to know I won. “Open up, fucker.” Yes sir. Anything for you. I open up my mouth wide, tongue stuck out again, and I watch my big bro, hunched over a little due to the top bunk being a little short. He grabs a pillow from the floor and puts it behind my head, angling my mouth for optimal thrusting. That’s my smart dummy. Use tools. Ben starts slowly fucking my face, his left hand entangled in my hair, guiding his eager cock and my eager mouth to the smooth motions. I try my best to accommodate, though he is a little tall and a little big for me, but I carry on for his sake. The fucking hot scene I’m in outweighs any discomfort I know I’m in. Though my neck will get payback later. “Who’s my little cocksucker, huh?” He whispers to himself. I try my best to say me, but my mouth is too busy to do anything other than some gutteral moan, but I think that was his intention. But hearing him talk dirty presses every single one of my buttons, and a finagling my arm from being trapped from under his thigh, I push down my shorts and bring out my own begging member, giving it the release it hopelesssly begs for. The way his eyes close, clench tight every few seconds, the way he bites the right side of his bottom lip, a little twitch in his neck. All the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I watch him furiously stroke it, his throaty moans growing louder than the music in the back. I match his own rhythm with my own jacking off, wanting to catch up and share the moment. Because fuck it, I wanna cum with him. “Fuh… fuck… Mmm… fuh…” are all the pronunciations of each shot of cum all over my face, every warm and gooey thread of his lust spread from my hair to my chin. Holy shit, Ben… And I join him, my own string of half-assed expletives echoing his, as I watch my brother shiver past each climactic moment. He collapses above him, his free arm braced against the wall behind me, his chest catching and releasing every desperate breath of air, eyes closed. “Hey… Army?” Ben pants at me, still trying to find his composure. “Y-yeah?” “You need to… fuck… be careful with that thing.” “Huh?” Ben half-heartedly laughs as he struggles to unstick himself from my chest, and stands up, a little wobbly. I peek with my non-cummy eye, while he turns around and gestures toward his pockmarked lower back and ass. “Your little barrage was… a little… messy, bud.” “Sorry…” We laugh together as he grabs the same crusty shirt from earlier and crouches next to me, but he pauses… “Uhh… hello?” I ask outloud, waiting to be cleaned off. “Right, yeah. Just got stuck looking at you.” “Why?” I giggle as a laugh, knowing the answer. “You look hot as fuck when you’re covered and used. Like seeing you in your proper place.” “Fuck off and clean me off before it starts to sting my eyes again.” “Ha, sorry Army.” He gives me a light kiss and gets to work cleaning our mutual mess, a newfound tenderness. _ _ _ _ _ With Ma busy for the afternoon, I decided to take advantage of the free time with a nice shower. And what better way to enjoy it than with my own personal human loofa to get those hard to reach places. Maybe it’s just because we can only really fool around here and our bedroom, but we keep just sharing showers. Plus it’s easier to clean up and not have to worry about talking in whispers the whole fucking time like we’re hiding in the closet from a serial killer. “Hey, Ben, could you shift a little bit? I need to get the shampoo.” Army pipes up over the heavy roar of the showerhead. “Ugh, how many times are you going to need it?” “First time was the soap, you jackass.” “Right. Here you go, dork.” I hand it to him, but not without making it a little out of his reach. Make him stand on his tippy toes to get it from like 3 feet above him. I love the height difference so much. Not because I can just easily annoy the living shit out of the poor guy, but also because it’s genuinely fun. The mornings I get the whole “Hey, Ben, could you grab the cereal from on top of the pantry?” is the morning I feel rock hard and amazing. Of course, unlike when girls ask me to get stuff so they can feel… what’s the word? Dainty? It’s not as fulfilling. Maybe it’s because I can still irritate and bug Army without any issues, because the guy can serve it back. Not as hard or as tall, but he finds the little ways. “So got any group of friends at school?” I ask as turn my back to my brother, istanbul travesti letting him scrub my shoulders. “Not really. Most of my old friends moved to band, and I realized early on that I can’t play the clarinet to save my life.” “What are you doing now, then? Something cool, I hope.” “I joined…” “Huh?” Either he said it too low and it was lost to the shower, or he was too embarrassed. Sigh, big bro mode time. “Promise you won’t laugh?” I turn back to him, and my finger goes to his cute hairless chin, lifting it up. “Armando, I’ll make fun of you and shit, but I’ll never make you feel bad for something you enjoy, okay? Unless that thing you enjoy is me, because I’m funny.” “People who say that usually are,” his voice oozing sarcasm. ” But yeah, I’m uhh… I’m doing theater.” “Like actual acting, or just having sex in the wings of the auditorium, like all the theater kids back at my school did.” Genuine question, since the theater kids back at my hometown were all rabbits, just breeding and causing so much shit with each other. Like a real life soap opera. It was sad, partially because only like 2 of them were cute. “Like… actual acting, y’know?” He looked down, his dripping hair making dark lines across his face. “I wanna do something fun and big with myself, and while I don’t think I’ll ever be a leading man or anything, I enjoy what I’ve gotten and what I could get. The fun roles, I guess.” “That’s good, Army.” I give him a big hug, giving him positive reinforcement for opening up. Also because I love just crushing the little guy. “Don’t count yourself out of the leading man role juuust yet though, never know.” “Oh please, Ben. You say that like you aren’t always.” I give him my biggest shit-eating grin. “Comes natural for some of us.” Army pulls me in and kisses me, eager to get me to shut up. I oblige, because I’ve made it no secret how much I love kissing. Maybe that’s the best universal sexual thing I love. Sure, I love fucking. And sure, I love getting my dick sucked, and my ass eaten is a fun new experience, and even playing with my brothers dick is nice and interesting. But the real thing that always gets me going is when my lips meet another persons. Just… something so fucking hot, we mash our bodies and faces together, almost like trying to fuse, the lust builds up, you get hard and start poking them, they start thrusting against you. Ah, bliss. I grab Army and press him against the tile wall, trying my best to keep us both steady as I rub my hard cock against his body, feeling his stab back in return, like the worlds worst game of fencing. His hands slide down my back and grab my still soapy ass, grabbing each cheek as he usually does. Damn, the boy loves a nice ass. We go for a while, just enjoying the tongue play and the poking and the grabbing, horny to want each other but still not as horny from our earlier fuck around. Just… building up momentum, I guess. He twists and presses me back now, another eager attempt to show off his confidence, which is really hard to do when I still tower over him, our bodies just rubbing on eachother, making weird sucking noises thanks to all the water. My hand slides down his back and my finger slips between his warm cheeks, and I feel him shudder as I rub against his warm hole. Ah, still my favorite button to press. Army moans, and then bites his knuckle to stifle it. “Sorry, got a little f-flustered,” he finally says, his face red. “Don’t apologize you dummy. Just enjoy it,” I pause and think for a moment. “Or just tell me to stop, we can go at your own pace, dork.” “I know, I-” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! We both yelp in terror as the water switches from comforting hot to blistering cold. Motherfucking damn it! I pull us both out of the shower and steady us again, in case our wet feet decide to shit all over our little parade. “Fuck, didn’t realize how long we been in there.” “Yeah. Hurry, go get dry in the bedroom. in case Mom come homes soon.” Army grabs the towels hanging on the shower curtain.” “Right, right, fuck.” I grab my clothes and rush to our bedroom, hopping on one foot while putting my other through my underwear. Ugh, I hate having to hide this whole shit. Even if it never turns into anything, going all Metal Gear Solid or whatever on hooking up with Army can be fun, but really, it’s mostly exhausting. It’s always mom this or hide that. What I wouldn’t give to just get that boy to blow me wherever I want, whenever I want, however I want… Or maybe more. More than just blow jobs and handies. I look through my nightstand and cheer for myself, happy I remembered to bring that bottle of lube I stole a while back. Guess it might be time to ask for move up to the next step. I see the way he reacts when I play with his ass, when I tease him. Now time to fuck like the now, right? While we can, because who knows how long with this last. I look in the mirror and give myself the big devilish grin. Yeah, this guy has earned that fuck. End of Chapter 7.1 Thanks for reading.

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