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Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut, Chapter 13 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in no way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. You can email me at [email protected] Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org fty/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! “I warned you, bro. I warned you when you overreacted to Logan coming out. I told you I would beat your ass if you ever hit him,” Stephen says, his chest puffing up. I am puzzled, seeing him here. I could see the anger and disgust in his eyes, as he looked down at me. His breathing was labored, Logan cowering in his bed. I was not only pissed off, but I was embarrassed; embarrassed my gay best friend tackled me, embarrassed my little brother watched a video of me getting my dick sucked. Sure, I fucked both of them, but no one knew. “Fuck you!” I scowl, slapping his hand away as he reaches out to help me up. “I’m sorry, Lex! It’s just, I saw the video. I didn’t mean to, but it was on my phone. I swear it’s ok, I don’t care. Obviously, you know Steph and I are gay. You don’t have to be scared or uncomfortable around us,” Logan says. I glare at him, “I already fucking told you, I am not fucking gay. Stephen begged me to let him suck me. I recorded the video in case he ever tried to blackmail me. You know what?! It doesn’t matter cuz it’s never gonna happen again. Plus, I was tired, and I was drunk too,” I lie. “Ok. I am sorry, Lex. I get it, you’re not gay,” Logan says dejectedly. “If either of you fucking open your mouths and tell anyone about this, and I fucking mean anyone, I’ll fucking beat your ass…” I threaten them both before Stephen cuts me off. “Yeah, we heard you Alex! We’re not gonna fucking tell anyone!” Stephen says, annoyed and glaring at me. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway, faggot?” I ask, shooting him a dirty look. “Logan called me and told me he planned to ask you about the video. I knew you would overreact,” He replies, ignoring my comment, but I can see the hurt in his eyes. “Whatever! You two can fuck each other for all I care!” I say and storm out of the room, clutching my stomach. “Alex, where are you going?” Steph calls out to me as I slam the front door. I get in the car, driving to a nearby, popular bar. I am not gay, and I am going to prove it. I walk in to the bar and order a beer and a shot of Jack. I don’t know why, but it made me feel like a man. I slam the shot and order another one right away, sipping my beer to chase it down. I notice a girl at the bar smiling at me, she was with a group of friends. I grab my beer and confidently walk over to them. The girl was blushing as her friends laughed, eating me alive with their hungry looks. “Oh my God, he’s coming over! He’s so cute!” I hear one of the girls whisper. “Hey ladies! What brings you girls out tonight?” I ask, smiling. “It’s my birthday,” the girl replies, giving me a flirty smile. “Well happy birthday! I’m Alex!” I say, attempting to push the drama I had just endured out of my mind. “I’m Kayla and these are my friends,” She says, her eyes never leaving mine. I take her hand in mine, kissing it and winking at her. It was cheesy, I know, but she ate it up. Her friends were giggling, talking amongst themselves, stealing glances at me when they didn’t think I was looking. “Can I get you a drink?” I ask her, and she nods. “Sure. So, what brings you out?” She asks me. “Well, my best friend and my brother pissed me off so I’m just trying to blow off some steam,” I tell her, looking her up and down, licking my lips. She laughs. The bartender comes over to us before she has a chance to reply. I order a round of tequila shots for us and her friends. We make conversation for a bit, starting to get a small buzz, enough to turn me on. She puts her hand on my arm as we drink, and she is becoming giggly. “You must work out, a lot!” She says giggling, grabbing my bicep. I flex for her and her eyes grow wide, “I do. I am personal trainer. I’d love to train your body sometime, it’s amazing!” She giggles again. I knew she was into me, her eyes never left mine. I would have fucked her right then and there, but instead, I chug my beer. I order us another shot and close out my tab. I was starting to feel good. I watch as she walks towards the bathroom, looking back at me discreetly. Her friends are talking to some other guys, they don’t even notice. I laugh to myself at her boldness and I quickly follow her. She grabs me by the shirt, pulling me into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I grabbed her and unbuttoned her pants, bending her over. I knew it was only a matter of time before her friends came looking for her, so I’d have to be quick. I fucked her hard for 10 minutes, jackhammering her tight pussy. She was moaning, begging for more. I grabbed her hips slamming my big dick into her wet cunt, lifting her off the ground. I didn’t have a condom, so I grab her, turn her around and shove my dick in her mouth, shooting my load straight down her throat. She happily drank down my load. I picked her up off her knees and we both look at each other and start laughing. “Well, how’s that for an introduction? I’m definitely going izmit escort to be sore tomorrow! You’re huge!” She says, pulling up her jeans, blushing a bit. “It was amazing! Haha, thanks!” I beam. There was nothing I love more than getting my ego stroked. I definitely had to see her again. We exchange numbers and agree to meet up soon. I duck out of the bathroom, unseen and decide it’s time to head home. When I get there, Logan and Stephen are waiting for me. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you! I was worried!” Steph says walking towards me. “Well I didn’t ask you to worry, and I’m not your boyfriend, so it’s none of your fucking business where I was!” I say, pushing past him. “Were you drinking?” Steph asks. “Steph, maybe you should just go home,” Logan warns, seeing me turn around and glare at Stephen. “Listen to him, Steph. You got lucky when you knocked me down because you caught me by surprise, but I don’t wanna have to beat your ass in front of Logan,” I said sternly. “Lex, I don’t wanna fight. I just wanna make sure you’re ok,” he replies, trying to stay calm. “I told you I’m fucking fine! Go home, Stephen.” I bark. He shakes his head at me and says good bye to Logan, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ to him. Logan nods and walks him to the door. When he locks up, he walks past me. I can tell he wants to say something. “Something you wanna say to me?” I ask him. “Why?! So you can yell at me like you just did to Stephen? You know you have turned into a fucking asshole since I came out. I get it you’re a man and your ego is so fucking fragile that a simple question sets you off. I don’t care who or what you like, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat people like shit,” he says, storming off. I stand in the kitchen in shock. Logan had never talked to me like that besides our last fight. I knew he had a point, but I couldn’t stop myself from reacting like this. Sure, I like fucking Stephen, but I am definitely not gay. I need to head to bed, I tell myself. I walk upstairs and, the moment my head touches the pillow, I pass out. When I wake up, I immediately start to remember last night’s drama. I wish I had dreamt it, but unfortunately the headache and the smell of women’s perfume reminded me it all happened. I quickly shower and get dressed, ready to start my day. I make myself a protein shake and grab some instant oatmeal and head out the door. I needed time to myself, so I text Logan and tell him to catch the bus. I had driven him to school every day, so I know he’d be pissed. The next few days went on the same way. Every night I was fucking a new girl. I made her scream and moan, making sure Logan could hear it. When they left, he would come out of his room roll his eyes at me and slam his door. The conversation between Logan and I was non-existent. We communicated via text and only if it was important. I was ignoring Stephen and Nico as well. I miss Stephen, I would never admit that to him or anyone else, but he was like my brother. The few times I thought about calling him, I would type in his number, but unable to bring myself to press the call button. It was now Friday and things were not any better. As much as I loved the sex with these random girls, something was missing. While the girls were willing, they weren’t submissive like the boys I had been fucking with. Almost daily, I find myself sneaking off to the bathroom at work to jack off; Logan and Nico’s pictures quickly bringing me to orgasm. Even though my experience with guys was limited and new, I craved more of it. It was like a hunger I could not sate, as much as I tried. I know I had definitely fucked up, so calling Stephen was out of the question, at least for now. With my pride still in the way, apologizing was out of the question, so I did the next best thing. “Hey! I know I’ve been MIA but what are you up to?” I sent a message to Nico. My dick starts to harden as I see him responding. I knew he might be upset at me for not texting, but I knew it wouldn’t last. Faggots like him and Logan need dick, so no matter what I do, he’d gladly give up his throat. “What’s up?” He replies, I could almost hear the disdain. “Don’t what’s up me! I need your mouth,” I reply, I wasn’t going to waste my time or his. “LOL! Really? You have ignored me all week and your first reply is ‘I need your mouth’,” he replies. I laugh to myself, he was right. I had been going straight from work to school, and at night finding a new bitch to fuck ignoring everything and everyone else. However, I knew he wouldn’t say no. If he was planning on it, he would have done it already. “Yes, really. Look a lot of shit went down at home, I’m sure Logan told you, but whatever, I don’t wanna talk about that. Are you free or not?” I demand. “Are you ok? But no, Logan hasn’t said anything. He seems sad though. When I asked him what was wrong he just said you were being a jerk. Be nice to him,” he tells me. I instantly feel bad. Logan had kept my secret; I honestly hadn’t expected him to. He’s pissed as fuck at me, but nonetheless, he kept his asshole brother’s secret. I knew now I would have to make amends with Logan. I am broken out of my thoughts when I hear my phone go off. “Yes, I’m free. My parents are gone for the weekend,” he texts again. “I just finished working out, I’ll be right over!” I text him, hopping in my car. “Ok! I’ll be waiting,” he replies, adding a smiling devil emoji. I check my breath, cupping my hands in front of my mouth and it was still fresh. I pop a piece of gum for good measure. I lift my arms and smell my pits, I was starting to yahya kaptan escort burn through my deodorant but not enough to stink. I squeeze my dick, the smell reminding me of all my past trysts. At every stop light, I find myself rubbing my dick making it even harder. My precum was leaking freely. My body was getting warm, my body hungry for Nico. After what seems like an eternity, I arrive at his house. Not wanting to arouse suspicions from his neighbors, I park on the street at the end of the street, making my way up to his house. I manage to tuck my dick away, hiding my raging hard on, as I walk to his house. I ring the doorbell and hear footsteps running towards the door. Like I said, faggots like him need dick. Nico, a huge smile plastered on his face, answers the door wearing a tank and briefs that looked a size too small for him. I don’t mind. I absentmindedly lick my lips, staring at the boy. He was perfect. His shirt fit tight, showing off his slender body, while his underwear did little to hide his small, hard dick. I had never seen the boy like this. “Are you just gonna stare at me, or do you wanna come in?” He asks, breaking me out of my trance. Both Nico and Logan, during the last week, had gotten more lippy than I liked, but that would stop now. I get inside and quickly close the door behind me, locking it for good measure. Apparently I would have to teach this boy a lesson. “You know, you have all that fucking mouth, let’s see how well you can use it!” I tell him, pushing him down on his knees. He falls without hesitation, his eyes hungry, anticipating my cock. I grab him by his hair and smash his face into my crotch. He greedily inhaled, his arms wrap around my legs, pushing my crotch harder against his face. I have to tease him before I give it to him, after all this was about me, not him. We had all night, and we are just getting started. “Please, Alex! Feed me your cock! I dream about it every night! I need it, daddy!” He says, emphasizing the word daddy. His voice is filled with lust, his eyes transfixed on my bulge. I pull him up by his hair, making him yelp loudly. I pull his head back and lean down, kissing the boy, my boy, passionately. He was hesitant at first, almost as if startled by my tongue snaking into his mouth, then melted in my arms, kissing me back passionately. It’s exactly what I have been missing. He moans as I let my hands caress his body, before landing on his underwear-clad bubble butt. I have one cheek in each hand, lifting him up. His legs and arms instinctively wrap around waist and neck, respectively. This was too easy, and I was loving every minute of it. I carry the boy upstairs, our lips never parting. I reach the landing with him in my arms and move into the first open room. I immediately assume it is his given the decor. A full-size bed sat in the middle of the room complete with super hero sheets. Pictures of him and his friends, as well as famous female singers, adorned the walls. I throw him on the bed, causing him to giggle. I lay down next to him, my feet hanging off the edge. I grab Nico and lay him on top of me, seeing as my body took up most of the space on the bed. He rests his elbows on my hairy chest and smiles at me. “What are you looking at?” I ask him, smiling back. “You’re just so hot! I never would have thought you would be interested in me! I really missed you!” He replies shyly, looking down and absentmindedly plays with my chest hair. I laugh and put my hands behind my head, “Well why don’t you show me just how much you have missed me, baby?!” His smile gets even bigger as he gets the green light to explore my body. He wastes no time and gets between my legs, tugging at my shorts. He lets out a few grunts as he pulled the shorts over my tree trunk thighs. I help him out at the end and peel my shorts off, leaving me naked from the waist down, laughing at his struggle. The sweaty musk emanating from my crotch wafts into my nose, making me even harder. I let out a low moan anticipating the boy’s touch. A drop of precum crowns the head of my cock, the reflection of light making it glisten. The boy grasps my dick by the base and immediately laps up the clear liquid. He moans, opening his mouth as wide as he can to accommodate my girth. “That’s it, baby! Take daddy’s dick!” I encourage him, making him moan. His eyes are glued to mine as he starts bobbing on my dick. Despite him choking and gagging a few times, the eagerness to please me, and his determination to fit as much of me into his throat, turned me on. I’m on the brink of cumming and the boy just started! He starts to jack me off, having found a rhythm with his mouth. I can still feel his teeth, just slightly, but seeing his lips, pink and puffy, wrapped around my thick, hairy fuck stick made up for it. I grab the back of his head and start to fuck his mouth. He gags, using his hands to push against my legs, hoping to stop my dick from going deeper. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, boy! I’m gonna drown your throat, faggot!” I moan. I don’t stop nor slow down. Instead, just like when he blew me in the car, I hold his head down. I feel his hands slapping my legs, begging to be let up. I start unloading into his throat, my moans filling the room. He swallows rapidly, greedy for more. I finally let him up, he grins at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before falling into a coughing fit. I pat his back reminding him to breathe. “You ok? You took it like a champ, baby boy!” I encourage him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Well, I thought I might pass out, but it was gebze escort worth it. I love your cum!” He says. I smile at him pulling him up onto my chest momentarily before flipping him onto his back. I hover over him, kissing his forehead. I inch my way down his smooth, tender body kissing every crevice. His nipples perky, as I flick, bite and suck them. His back is arched, toes curled, hands clenching his sheets as I give him pleasure he’s never experienced. “Oh…My… God! Daddy! Don’t stop, please!” He cries out. The boy’s high-pitched moans fill the air. I kiss his tummy, focusing my attention on his belly button; his beautiful skin glistening in the light as I nibble and lick him. I get between his legs, lift them in the air and peel his underwear off swiftly. He lets out a soft moan as I kiss the sole of his foot. I run my fingers up his leg, causing him to shiver, goosebumps appearing all over his teen body. I guide his small toes into my mouth, kissing and licking every inch. He giggled a bit, thrashing about, my facial hair no doubt tickling him momentarily. Moments later, his moaning resumes. “That… Feels…. So… Good! Please daddy, don’t stop!” He cries out, presenting me with his other foot. Making sure his toes were bathed, I make my way back down between his legs, looking at his boyhood for the first time. A sparse patch of black, wiry pubes framed his small uncut dick, his tight ball sac hairless. I lift his ass off the bed and stare at his beautiful little boycunt. There are hardly words to describe the smell emanating from the boy. It drives me crazy, my head spinning and my mouth watering. He smelled like a boy, that’s the only way to describe it, and I am in heaven. I can smell the hormone-laced sweat only a boy can emit, as well as a tangy but sweet smell of boy ass. I take a deep breath before attacking the boy’s hole with my tongue. “Fuck, baby! Your pussy tastes so good!” I tell him, he replies with a loud moan. I licked and lapped at his hole for what seems like hours, his legs wobbly and only up because I had them propped on my shoulders. The boy’s hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper into his smooth hole. I curl my tongue to ensure I can get deep inside, gripping his hips and pushing him down on my tongue. “Fuck my boypussy with your tongue, daddy! Please don’t stop! Fuck! Mmm… I need your tongue!” He cries, bucking his hips. The language coming out of this innocent boy’s mouth, have me rock hard again. I lift his ass up higher, almost bending the boy in half. Nico grabs his legs, now resting at the side of his head. His little pucker winks at me in anticipation, eager for more of my tongue. I slap his ass, the sound bouncing off the walls creating an echo. We both moan as I resume my tongue lashing. Finally, my world was making sense again. I was exactly where I needed to be. I put his legs down, reach up and kiss the boy, wanting him to taste himself on my tongue. The scent of his ass lingers heavily on my scruff. In one swift motion I flip us over, Nico on top of me once again. I look up and Nico is staring at me, again. “What?” I question him. “I want you to make love to me!” He begs, his face contorted with pleasure. It was almost as if the angels were singing and heaven was shining down on me at this very second. I was going to fuck the boy regardless, but him begging for it was music to my ears. Begging for me to claim his beautiful, perfect, virgin boy hole. “Fuck yeah, baby!” I reply, kissing him. AUTHOR’S NOTES: Well there you have it, Chapter 13! Special thanks to ‘hornysuckboy’ and ‘L’ for reviewing and editing the chapter! Thank you all for your positive critiques on the story thus far and your appreciation of chapter 12. I was pleasantly surprised you didn’t mind the lack of sex, however, I want to make it up to you guys with the next few chapters. A few of you were so angry with Alex’s reaction to his secret being out. I was a bit shocked, but I understand. Alex is very complex and has a certain image he likes to uphold and now this secret is threatening to destroy that. Will he make up with Logan and Stephen? Will he fall for Nico? Keep reading to find out! I promise I am writing as often and as fast as I can. Like always, email me your suggestions, critiques or simple hello! I am getting to know so many of you personally and I love it! You guys are what keep me writing. Also, let me know if you want to be included on the discreet, story-update mailing list. I share news about the progress of the story, bounce ideas off readers, and share snippets of the upcoming chapter. Don’t forget to check out my other story, The Thirst For More. Lastly, as my way to say thank you to all of you, I’d like to have a contest. The winner of said contest will get a character created after them. I will let you guys pick the name, role (top/bottom), basic description/personality, and how he fits into the story. I will fill in the gaps to make him a real character in my world. Rules- 1. Submit a picture of what you think Lex, Stephen, Logan, Nico or Brian look like. Do not send anything that could be deemed illegal or inappropriate. I have a certain idea of what each character looks like, I’m curious to know how you imagine them. Send pictures for one character or all. 2. Submit a plot and character description. It doesn’t have to be long but get creative. You have two options: a. Create a character you think would live in this story and how they fit into Alex’s world. b. Create an independent plot complete with main character. The winner will be chosen based off creativity and originality. So, let your creative juices flow, email me if you have any questions at [email protected] or hoo, and may the best reader win. Winner will be contacted through email and announced at the end of chapter 14. -Lex

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