by thrownawaybigbro
The final chapter: Fluids. My sank deep into the submission to my younger brother
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Prologue: May 19th, “Back to the Future”
Sometime at Night
I laid upside down on my bed, head swimming with chaotic thoughts. Dad, D and I had
spent most of the day together in the living room binge watching Netflix at Dad’s request. D and
I stole spare moments throughout the day to go upstairs and check on the status of the
thrownawaybigbro reddit account. D had been splayed out on the loveseat on one end of the
living room while I sat in the recliner on the other end; Dad had taken the full sofa in between us
in order to get what he considered the best angle to watch TV.
The day had been going normally until Dad decided to put on Back to the Future , saying
he hadn’t watched it since D and I were babies and he lost the DVD when we moved. I guess as
a kid the themes of incest had flown over my head because I didn’t remember Marty’s mom
trying to jump his bones.
During the scene where Marty wakes up in Lorraine’s room and she’s checking him out, I
noticed D had spread out a little more and had a couch cushion obscuring his crotch. I spent
most of that movie after that trying to gauge D’s reactions while Dad shovelled popcorn into his
mouth, oblivious to what was going on in my head. Dad hopped up at the end of the film to go to
the bathroom, excitedly queueing up Back to the Future II before running out of the room like a
giddy schoolkid.
“What the fuck.” D said with bewildered eyes. “He let us watch that as kids?” I got up and
headed to the fridge, pulling out a few bottles of Gatorade. I tossed one over to D, who sat up
and caught it with the expertise expected of someone who’d spent years on the gridiron.
“That would explain a lot.” I joked before taking a swig of Arctic Blitz. I sat back down on
the recliner, putting one last bottle of Gatorade on the coffee table for Dad.
“Is his Dad gonna try to bone him in the next one?” D raised an eyebrow, bringing his
bottle to his lips and turning it bottoms up. He still had the couch cushion over his lap and I
found myself staring at it, wishing it would move. D noticed where my eyes were wandering and
lifted the cushion, revealing the huge, raging boner contained in his shorts. Our eyes met and I
could feel how much he wanted to fuck me right there. We heard the flushing of the toilet and D
dropped the cushion back over his lap. Dad walked out of the restroom, wiping his hands dry on
his pants.
“Okay, we ready for more?” Dad grinned as he plopped back down on the couch
between us.
There was a question that had been asked a few times that was keeping me lost in my
thoughts as I laid here, upside down on my bed: if D and I had ever talked about the possibility
of us falling in love with each other. I answered it the best way I could, I think, but the
ramifications of thinking along those lines continued to dig into my brain well into the night.
I love D; he’s my brother and I should (though I feel like most people would argue I’m
going about it in the wrong way right now). And yet my thoughts kept going back to the future:
what would happen when quarantine ended? When D graduated high school or when I
transferred out of community college?
D lives his life in the present. He’s still in high school and he doesn’t really know how to
plan for the future. He could meet someone and fall in love with them. What then? Where would
I find myself if that happened? Could I put aside my own feelings, whatever the fuck they
actually were, for my brother’s sake? Would I even have to?
There’s no avenue for us to become anything more than fuck buddies. No real future.
This whole situation was like some kind of intense fever dream that would burn off eventually
and we’d go back to normal but vaguely remember what it felt like. The door to my room swung
open and D walked in, closing it behind him as he moved toward me.
“What’s u--” I started, turning my head to him. His hand grabbed my hair and tilted my
head back. My body reacted on instinct, opening my mouth just as I’d done so many times
before when D gripped my hair. I stared up at my little brother, who looked down at me with
those intense, hungry predator eyes. My heart started jumping in my chest. Dad’s home. He’s
not sleepy or tired after a long day of work. He could come up here right now and catch us.
What the fuck was D thinki--my thoughts were interrupted by a hot, thick and sticky wad of spit
being shot into my open mouth.
“Swallow.” D commanded, his grip on my hair holding firm. I stared up at him with wide
eyes and did as he instructed, closing my maw and swallowing the thick fluid, feeling it slide
down my throat like a hot load. He grinned, released his grip on my head and walked out of my
room without a word. The soft clicking of the door as it shut behind D turned my brain back on.
What the fuck just happened? My thoughts became even more chaotic; earlier, while lost
in my thoughts it felt like I’d been drifting out at sea, barely managing to tread water. Now it felt
like the sea had been kicked up by a storm and the waves were crashing over my head.
My dick had grown rock solid and I began fondling it through my shorts. I wanted to go
over into his room right now and beg him to fuck me; to throw me down onto the floor and pump
a load in me. My mind began flashing back to some of our sexual encounters: D working out on
the pec deck in the garage while I serviced his cock; the first time D sucked me off; the time he
jacked me off with his Fleshlight. His face flashed in my head, over and over and over: the face
of the goofball who’d crack inappropriate jokes so Dad would yell at him; the face of concern
when I came out to him years ago; the face of intense concentration when he was pushing
himself during a workout; the passionate, fiery face pressed against my neck when he was
about to blow his load inside of me. My fondling had gotten me on edge and I could feel the fires
of orgasm spreading in my groin. The door opened again, and my hand flew away from my
crotch as my eyes widened like a deer in headlights.
D stood in the doorway again, his shorts bulged out with the flesh of his erect cock. He
looked frenzied and unfocused, like he was ready to blow. I opened my mouth, worked up and
eager to serve however I could. The door behind him clicked shut and he spared a moment to
lock it before making his way over to me. With each footstep he took, my heart thumped in my
chest. He whipped out that big, beautiful, fully erect dick, gripped my hair tight and drove it down
my throat.
My eyes went wide as he blew inside of me immediately, his breath flowing ragged and
desperate as his balls pulled up against my cheeks. I felt his other hand rest atop my throat,
gently massaging it as he unloaded inside. I could see spots in my vision as a backwash of cum
entered my mouth, landing on my tongue.
I savored his flavor for a brief moment before D pulled back. My mouth puckered into a
pedestal for him to place his cock, the cummy head coming to rest on the pillows of my lips as I
slowly swallowed the remainder of his load, feeling the muscles of my throat work that thick,
liquid heat beneath the warmth of D’s firm hand. He breathed heavily for a moment as I gently
kissed the head of his cock, taking the last few beads of cum it had to offer me before he tucked
it back into his shorts and walked out of my room.
I licked my lips clean and my hand flew beneath my shorts, furiously jerking off as the
thoughts in my head went back to the future: a future that could be full of hot, intense,
spontaneous moments just like that one.
May 20th
Living Room
“All right, I’m heading out!” Dad yelled as he rushed to the garage door. “You guys be
good! And D--”
“I know, I know, R’s in charge and I should listen to him.” Dad shot a thumbs up into the
air.
“There are some marinated steaks in the fridge for dinner and--”
“You’re going to be late, Dad.” I interjected, trying to get him out of the door. He spends
one day with us and he starts getting sentimental and trying to find more time out of the next day
to spend with us. I’d normally find it sweet, but right now? Right this second? It was frustrating.
“Okay, okay, okay. I just--I love you guys.”
“Love you.” D nodded with a grin.
“Love you too, Dad.” I added. Dad smiled as he entered the garage. I shut the door
behind him, resting my back against it. D looked over at me from where he laid on the couch; he
was wearing a bathrobe and I knew he was completely nude under there. I was wearing a t-shirt
and jeans--only so I could get away with wearing a belt without attracting Dad’s suspicion. I
could feel the mood in the room beginning to shift like the rumblings of an avalanche. The door
to Dad’s car slammed shut. D shifted upwards, spreading his legs wide, allowing me a glimpse
of what he was packing beneath the robe. The garage door opened and I heard the car engine
roar to life. I licked my lips. The car pulled out of the garage and the low drone of the door’s
mechanism lowering it echoed throughout the living room. D undid the bathrobe, putting himself
on full display. My eyes wandered all over his body, travelling the ridges and valleys of his
athletic physique and coming to rest on the beautiful centerpiece: his cock. I heard dad’s car pull
off into the world at large and just like that, the avalanche had begun.
I found myself scrambling to get on my knees in front of D, furiously whipping off my shirt
and unbuckling the belt around my waist. The shirt landed on the floor as I got into position
between D’s legs, hands still fumbling to remove the belt.
“You’re in charge, huh?” D chuckled. “Open.” I moaned as he fed me his cock, still only
partially hard. I loved the sensation of having it grow larger in my mouth, getting so big that I
struggled to hold it in. The belt had come free of my pants, now, and I offered it to D, working my
way out of my pants and boxers. He looped the leather around my neck, pulling it close enough
to touch the skin but not tight enough to strangle or choke me, forming a bulky collar around my
neck.
D took the waist tie of his bathrobe and fashioned a small loop on one end before sliding
it beneath my collar, taking the other end of the tie and threading it through the loop and pulling
it taut, creating a leash. I pulled off of his dick for air. D gave the leash a couple of swift tugs,
testing the line and yanking me further into his crotch, where I began to lavish attention against
his balls.
“Yeah, that’ll hold.” D nodded, laying back against the couch while I worked. His other
hand played with my hair, rubbing and petting me like a dog.
We’d discussed how we were going to do this earlier: we spent time going through our
house looking for items we could turn into makeshift BDSM gear so we didn’t have to go
through the trouble of procuring, hiding and storing actual gear. To have the plan come alive like
this was exhilarating in its own way; like we were secret agents trying to carry out a mission
without being detected. We stashed the items in my room, where we planned to carry out the
majority of the session. There were belts and all manner of cords waiting for us in my room.
D took a swig of water from a bottle he’d left on the coffee table before giving me his full
attention. I continued to lap at his cock and balls like the bitch he’d turned me into before he
grabbed his nutsack and pulled his balls together. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, rolling
my tongue out like a red carpet as I offered his balls a warm place to rest. D smiled wide as the
thumb of his other hand pulled one of my cheeks further back. I groaned like a slut, urging him
to fill my mouth already. He rubbed his nuts on my tongue, teasing me with their salty flavor.
“Open that mouth wider for me.” D commanded. I took the index and middle finger of my
hand and pried my other cheek open, hoping that he’d finally give me what I wanted. I heard a
wet hocking as D sat forward, completely unprepared for the massive wad of spit that dropped
from his mouth into mine. Before last night, he’d never spit on me or in my mouth before. We’d
only made out a few times, too, in the heat of breeding. The taste and feel of his saliva was
mostly unfamiliar to me, but as it worked its way down my throat, I felt the powerful rippling
effect it had on my psyche, making me long for more: to be the receptacle for all of my little
brother’s body fluids.
My mouth was stuffed full with D’s balls, my eyes going half-lidded as I tasted and
smelled him again like the first time we’d done this a few weeks ago. Dad wouldn’t be home to
interrupt us this time. I could stay here on my knees all day, getting teabagged by my brother.
This is where I wanted to be: between his thighs with his full ball sack filling my cheeks, the odor
of his groin permeating my senses and lulling me into a dick-starved daze.
He’d had me the first time he did this to me: the power with which he forced my jaw open
the first time--the way his fingers pulled my cheeks apart, making the space he needed to choke
me on his balls had shown me how much I’d wanted my little brother to dominate me. He didn’t
even need to say anything that first time to assert his position; I had already accepted that this
was the way things should be.
Now, a full month later, I was reliving that moment: D teabagging me on the living room
couch. But now I was stripped nude. Collared and leashed. The heavy slapping of D’s cock
against my face drove me back to reality; I was slacking off thinking about being a bitch and not
actually being one. I redoubled my efforts and focused on pleasing him.
I gasped for air as D pulled his balls out of my cheeks for what must have been the tenth
time already. I couldn’t gauge the time anymore. It felt like I’d been at it for at least an hour now,
but D showed no signs that my efforts were pleasing him. No words of encouragement. He just
looked bored. I moved to get his balls back into my mouth but he yanked my collar, halting me.
“Follow me.” He got up off of the couch, tugging me along by my leash. “And pick up
your clothes.” I moved a hand to grab my pants; D yanked the leash. “Use your mouth.” I
obeyed, gripping my pants in my teeth and stopping to grip my shirt, as well. D smiled, pet my
head and led me upstairs into the bathroom.
“Go sit in the tub.” Was this it? We had been playing around with the idea of him marking
me with his piss for the past few days, trying to find a way to do it so that it wouldn’t create a
huge mess to clean. I eagerly climbed into the tub; watersports had been a fetish of mine for a
while, but I had never had the opportunity to explore it with any of the guys I’d been with
previously. The thought of being marked as my younger brother’s bitch sent a thrill through my
mind and body. D shed the bathrobe, hanging it up on a nearby towel hook and stepped into the
tub with me. My heart thumped in my chest as I looked up at him expectantly.
“Turn around.” He was going to mark my ass? I did as he commanded. “Ass up, head
down. This isn’t your first fucking time, bitch.” My first time…? D grabbed the showerhead and
placed it against my ass. Oh, he’s cleaning me out.
D tested the water as it spilled out of the tap, allowing it to splash on me as he made
sure the temperature was appropriate before redirecting the flow into the showerhead. The jets
of water forced their way past my sphincter and into my colon, filling it with a deluge of
lukewarm water. I groaned as it filled me; the fluid shifted and expanded my guts uncomfortably.
It wasn’t like getting filled with D’s cock, which held its own shape and forced my guts to
accommodate it. This just ached as it filled up all of the empty space inside of me, loosening me
up. D turned the water off after a few dozen seconds, then sat on the edge of the tub, moving a
hand below me to massage my belly as I whined in discomfort.
“I have to go, I can’t hold it anymore!” I held the water inside of me as long as I could
manage, but it was only a few minutes before I begged for release. D got up from his seat and
pulled me to the toilet, where I desperately sat and flushed out the contents of my guts. I
groaned and panted as I pushed out the fluid, D standing next to me and petting my head. His
cock was at head level and I moved to suck on it for comfort.
Slap. I reeled back in surprise, mouth still hanging open as D gripped my lower jaw.
“Who told you you could do that?” D shoved two of his fingers into my mouth. “Answer
me.”
“Ngah wan, ssurh.” I managed to answer through his fingers. I pushed out another jet of
fluid with a groan.
“Then why did you do it?” He added a third finger and dug them all deeper. I gagged and
he slapped me again.
“URGK--caush igh waunn yaurgh--GAUG--caucchk ssurh.” I choked.
“If you want my cock then you need to beg me for it, got it?” D gave me those hard,
piercing eyes, probing me to see if I truly understood him. I nodded and, seemingly satisfied, D
withdrew his fingers from my mouth, taking a moment to wipe them clean against my cheek.
“Good. Now finish up here.”
Bedroom
I laid back in my bed as D tied me up with our makeshift restraints. He had never been
this dominant before; when we had sex before it always felt like a passionate and primal affair.
He wanted to get off and I was willing to get him off. But his actions today felt calculated, like he
was testing me or… molding me. Mentally breaking me in. Actual domination. It was getting
harder for me to imagine him going back to being my annoying, goofball brother.
My back rubbed against the coarse threads of the layers of towels spread between my
body and my bedsheets. D grabbed one of my ankles, pulling the leg up over my head so he
could anchor the restraint he’d placed above my knee to the bedpost using a bungee cord. After
looping and securing it against the post, he took the other end and secured my other leg to it.
My arms quickly followed suit, bound together at the wrists with a single belt which was
anchored to the same bedpost by a second bungee cord. At the end of the ‘ropework,’ my
knees were just above my head, with my arms bound together but mostly extended.
D tested the restraints, tugging on the cords to see if they would give; they stretched,
allowing me some degree of motion but were constantly exerting force that pulled me back into
the position chosen for me. D sat on the bed, draping his torso over mine; his nose brushed
against mine and I could feel soft puffs of air from it against my skin. Our brows met for a
moment before D angled his head to place his lips against mine. I opened my mouth, accepting
his tongue as it pushed in.
This was different. Everything about him was different today. This was gentle but
passionate--controlled. I moaned into his mouth; he was undoing me not with strength or
intensity like he’d done before, but with measured action. He gave me enough to make me want
more, but not enough to satisfy me. D had been the one to initiate our make outs before, but
only in the midst of intense sex, not as foreplay. He pulled back, moving down to nip at my lower
lip; a soft trail of kisses dotted along my chin, then my jawline and finally my neck, just above my
belt-collar.
“D…” I panted, catching my breath. His pace was torturing me. I wanted to grab his head
and bring his lips back to mine--to submit to him in the ensuing tongue wrestle. The restraints
kept me from acting out of turn.
“Shhh…” D whispered in the crook of my neck. “Let me take care of you.” I couldn’t
struggle--couldn’t force D to quicken his pace or else I might get away and deny him of the
pleasure he wanted like I could before. I was just stuck here and he knew that. And now he
could take his time in making me suffer. The tender kisses felt wrong to me; this wasn’t what I
was used to from him: I was used to hot, rough sex followed immediately by cold indifference.
This felt like I was slowly being smothered by a pillow.
“Please…” I begged. “Just fuck me…” The trail of kisses slowly continued down my
body: my collarbones, my chest, my abs. D looked up at me as he kissed my dick, eyes
watching my face for my reaction. I panted as his mouth engulfed my cock, slowly sucking along
its length. He pulled off with a long, drawn out stroke, one of his free hands wrapping itself
around my shaft and slowly jerking me off as his lips moved on to my balls.
“You like that?” He asked in between kisses. I nodded. “Good… good…” His lips found
my asshole and his other hand flew to my asscheek, pulling it away. With a cheeky grin, he
looked up at me and began licking my hole, rimming me. I felt my eyes go cross at the
sensation and he laughed. He sealed his lips around the area and I felt his tongue drive down
past my sphincter, writhing back and forth inside of me.
“O-oh Guh--” I stammered. D moaned and groaned as he tonguefucked my ass, sending
vibrations through me. The sensation grew more intense as his groans turned to growls and he
began eating me out like a starving beast. I felt the pearls of his teeth glance against my anus,
stimulating the sensitive flesh. His hand picked up speed and my eyes rolled back into my head.
I began to thrust my hips, panting and sighing in pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and
closer to the edge--my toes curled up and the heat in my groin grew hotter and hotter. I could
feel the cum welling up in my balls and moving up through my body.
And then the sensations just stopped. Cold air rushed against my ass and shaft as D
removed his presence from them. He looked at me with the same smile he gave me whenever
I’d just been on the receiving end of one of his pranks: confident, dopey and mean-spirited.
“Why did you stop?!” I almost screamed at him. His expression dropped and I realized I
had made a mistake. His hand flew to my shaft and began jerking me again. I felt that heat
begin to build back up, the pressure more intense than the first time. I thrusted in his hand,
determined to find relief. He removed his hand, glaring at me. The heat in my groin died down
again, leaving only a gnawing pain in its place.
“PLEASE!” I begged. He started again and I worked twice as hard to thrust into his hand.
He held me still this time and stopped moving his hand. I screamed as the heat died again,
replaced by a dull, aching pain in my balls. I needed to get off. I needed to get off . I could feel
saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth.
D moved his head to mine, hocking up a wad of spit. I opened my mouth up wide,
desperate to take whatever he’d give me. I laid there with my mouth open like an idiot as he
waited, spit in his mouth, over me. I wagged my tongue and moaned and groaned-- give me
something, please! His hand started up on my shaft again and I felt my attention being pulled in
two: he demanded I be ready to accept the gift of his effluvium but his hands worked to distract
me from my duty. The cum in my balls boiled again and the aching pain intensified, growing
sharper and sharper. I whined, mouth still open, still begging to take his spit as I felt myself
cresting the edge of orgasm. D’s hot, sticky wad of spit landed directly in my mouth and I
immediately swallowed, gulping loudly and desperately so he knew how grateful I was that he
had given it to me. I opened my mouth, showing him how I had swallowed all of it; how I had
done what he wanted and deserved to be rewarded.
“Good boy.” He grinned, petting my head. The pace on my shaft slowed down, keeping
the flames of my orgasm stoked but under control. D moved his body back down so he could go
back to eating my ass. As his tongue wiggled and writhed inside of me, I felt my hole tighten
around it.
“Ohsshit!” I yelled as I began that swift freefall into orgasm. D removed his tongue from
my hole and I felt like I was floating as the cum began to spray from the head of my cock. My
world shattered when I felt D’s thick cock ram itself into my tightened asshole. My face screwed
into a mixed expression of shock and anguish--I could feel my cheeks twitch as he rammed the
rest of himself into me. He removed his hand from my shaft and draped his body over mine,
thrusting his cock in and out of me, literally fucking the cum out of me. A silent scream ripped its
way through my body as my hole took the abuse of his cock. My mind flooded with thoughts:
Too much. Too fast. He went in dry. It FUCKING HURTS! It feels SO FUCKING GOOD!
This was the D I knew; the one who took what he wanted from me through force, not
manipulation. That thought comforted me as he ruined my asshole; this was familiar. I rode out
the rest of my orgasm squirming on his cock, feeling my hole loosen up once the last few waves
had left my body. I threw my head back as he pounded into me, growling into my ears.
“This is what you wanted, right bitch? You wanted my big fat cock ripping you open?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed, tears forming in my eyes as he gave me what I wanted. God, he was
so fucking good! I squealed and moaned as he thrust into me, so thankful to have him filling me
up. He rested his forehead on mine, staring directly into my eyes as he fucked me. His mouth
opened, tongue wiggling in the space between our faces. I opened my mouth and our tongues
met in a wild dance in the open air, flicking against each other. We found ourselves laughing in
absolute pleasure.
D’s frenzied rutting had turned into a slower, more deliberate deep dicking, allowing me
to feel the breadth and length of his cock as it fucked me silly. He was getting close--I could see
it in his eyes, clouding over and half-lidded. I planted a soft kiss on his lips, urging him to dump
his cum into me. A soft, boyish grunt came from his throat as he shuddered--a different sound
than I had grown accustomed to hearing from him over the past month.
We lay there, panting heavily into one another. I planted another kiss on his cheek and
wiggled my hips. My body had started aching a while ago and my arms had begun falling
asleep, being stuck in the same position for so long. I was ready to be released.
D, however, was not ready to release me. He pulled away from me, sitting back on his
ass and pulled his cock out. I groaned, feeling my asshole gape as he emptied it. His load
quickly rushed to escape and I began to push it out. D took his cock and began shovelling the
load back in.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing? Keep that shit in there.” He scolded me. “I didn’t
spend all this time working up a load to drop in you just so you could push it out the second I
pulled out.” He was right--he was absolutely right. He worked so hard putting that load into me. I
was such a stupid bitch for trying to push it out like that.
“I’m sorry, sir.” I apologized. “Please help me put it back where it belongs.” I flexed my
ass open, feeling the load leak out again. D shoved his semi-hard cock back into my hole.
“Dumb cunt. Gonna just dump another one in there.” He grunted. My hole squelched as
he rolled his hips, working his way back to a full erection. I felt his cock expanding in my ass
again, relishing the feeling.
His thrusts were mechanical now--there was no passion behind these motions, just a
conscious drive to fill my cunt with a second load and teach me a lesson. In other words, it had
become a chore for him.
“Put it in me, D.” I urged as his thrusts picked up speed.
“Yeah, you want your baby brother’s baby batter up in your guts, don’t you? Filthy bitch.”
“Fuck yeah.” D’s pace quickened and his breathing grew shorter and shorter. His body
tightened and he pushed his dick as far into me as he could manage, pulling my body down to
meet his thrust with a roar like he’d just scored a touchdown. I smiled dopily as he held me
down, pleased to have been his cum dump for the second time in a row. D’s grip on me
remained tight, though. I felt heat begin to paint the inside of my guts--the uncomfortable
pressure of large volumes of fluid flooding my guts. D’s face had broken out into the widest, shit
eating grin I had ever seen on his face. He was pissing inside of me!
“Oh my GOD!” I moaned as I felt another jet of piss fill me up. Another one. Another one.
He was releasing in spurts, not in one big stream!
“You wanted my piss, right?” He laughed. I had underestimated how uncomfortable this
would be. D leaned forward, moving his hands onto the back of my thighs and pushing them
down. “Relax that hole and take it all, boy.” I grimaced in pain, whining for mercy. My guts ached
with pressure and burned with heat as he emptied a full, long stream into them.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh fuck that’s good!” He moaned.
I sighed, my tongue lolling out of my mouth as I felt the stream die down. He’d finished.
But D kept his cock inside of me for much longer than I had expected. I looked down at him,
wondering what was up. I was met with that mischievous smile again. I had learned my lesson
earlier today: if I spoke up he’d punish me. I just had to take whatever he gave me and I’d be
fine. D grabbed his water bottle and took a big swig, the smile never leaving his face.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I screamed; it had been at least ten minutes and he was still
inside of me. He kept drinking from his water bottle and if I didn’t get him out now he was going
to piss inside of me again! The pressure had grown to be absolutely unbearable. “Please,
please, please, pull out man!” I pleaded.
“What’ll you give me if I do?”
“ANYTHING!”
“Anything?”
“YES!”
D’s cock left my ass with a loud slurp, followed by the sounds of my moans. His piss and
cum erupted from my ravaged asshole and all over the towels beneath me. My cries were a mix
of relief and anguish as I struggled to push every last bit of his piss enema out of me. D got up
off of the bed as I unloaded and moved to my face, where he offered me his cock to clean. I
grimaced; I didn’t know if I’d like the taste of piss.
“You said you’d give me anything if I pulled out.” D reminded me. I opened my mouth
and he slid his cock inside, filling it with the acrid, bitter taste of piss and the cloying flavor of
cum. “That’s a good boy, now drink my piss for me.” I looked up at him with wide eyes as a hot
stream of bitter liquid assaulted my senses and flooded my mouth. D’s brought a hand to my
face, stroking and petting my head; easing my anxieties. I swallowed dutifully, gulp after gulp
until the stream had died down to just a few spurts. I gave D’s cock one last, good suck, getting
the last bit of piss that was still caught in his shaft before opening my mouth and releasing his
softened, drained dick.
“Holy shit I can’t believe we just did that!” He laughed, patting my head. “You’re such a
cute fucking toilet.” I sighed, exhausted, still feeling a faint trickle of piss escaping my throbbing
ass.
Cleanup was a nightmare. D undid my restraints and I’d spent some time on the toilet
emptying the contents of my intestines as best I could. Afterwards, D wrapped me in his
bathrobe and allowed me to rest while he took the towels and sheets downstairs to the garage
to wash. I laid upside down on my stripped-bare mattress, just like I had yesterday night. I felt
used and violated. I loved it. My fingers ran back and forth over the belt around my neck; I’d
developed a fondness for it.
Epilogue
Master Bathroom
D led me downstairs on all fours into Dad’s room so we could bathe in his bathtub, which
was large enough for the both of us. I had my reservations about his plan but it wasn’t my place
to argue with him. I sat obediently on the bathroom floor as D undid my collar.
“Hey, can you walk?” D asked, concern ringing throughout his tone. I wasn’t sure. I had
some trouble crawling downstairs. I tried to get on my feet and wobbled. D caught me and
pulled me up. “Here, just sit on the edge of the tub here and I’ll get the bath started.”
D turned the water on, testing the temperature until it was hot and then stopped up the
drain. He turned to the countertop, grabbed a bag of bath salts and began pouring them into the
tub. He looked at me with strange, unfamiliar eyes, then planted a kiss on my forehead. Who
was this? Which D was I dealing with now?
As the tub filled up, he gently removed the bathrobe from my body and set it aside
before stepping into the tub. He sat down against one end of the tub, pulling me in with him to
rest against his chest.
“Talk to me.” He whispered, massaging my wrists. “You’re so quiet.” The sound of
rippling water filled my ears as he moved along my body, disrupting the stillness of the water
and easing away the pain and tension in my muscles. He planted soft kisses against my back.
“That was nice.” I finally said.
“What was nice?”
“All of it.” He smiled as I turned back to look at him.
“I’m glad. You were scaring me for a second there.”
“Scaring you?”
“Yeah. You were so quiet I thought I’d messed up.” Did he? Things didn’t really feel the
same to me anymore, but I didn’t hate it. Having him here with me after the sex… cleaning me
up… I liked it.
“No, you didn’t mess up.” I thought for a second. “I was just--”
“Overwhelmed?” That was it, exactly. Overwhelmed . “You’ve been using that word a lot
recently.” I nodded. That was true.
“You’re kind of overwhelming.” I smiled.
“I will take that as a compliment.” He laughed. “Here, lay back and let me take care of
you.” I fell back into his chest as he began massaging shampoo into my scalp.
“Remember when Dad used to do this for us?” I reminisced.
“Mm-hm.” I listened to the scratch of his fingers against my scalp.
“This whole thing is kinda fucked, you know.” I added. The worries were starting to pour
out again.
“I don’t.” D said abruptly. “Know, that is.”
“You don’t think it’s weird that we’re fucking each other?” D paused in thought, his hands
still continuing to massage my head.
“I mean, yeah but not really.” Okay, he was starting to sound like himself again. I relaxed
and leaned back into his chest more.
“Where do you see this going, D? In a week? In a month? In a year?”
“I don’t know, man. I don’t even know what I’m going to do after high school.”
“You’re going to college. You already got acceptance letters.” I had given up the
opportunity to go to my school of choice right out of high school because I knew Dad would
have had a hard time paying for both D and I to go to college just two years apart. I did the
practical thing--the responsible thing--and chose to stay at home and attend a community
college.
“You and Dad decided that for me, not me.” He tensed. “I don’t know if I want to go.”
“I can’t force you to do anything.” I said. “That’s pretty clear now, though.” I added,
playfully grabbing at his crotch. He chuckled softly, but made no moves to stop me. I smiled and
released my grip.
“Hold your breath.” I inhaled and closed my eyes as D pushed me down below the
surface of the water. I felt the shampoo fizz away into the water as D scrubbed it out of my head.
That was how Dad used to do it. I came up with a gasp, wiping away the curtains of water
running down my face. I missed swimming.
“You know I want this, right?” D said softly into my ear. “I might act hard or get intense
sometimes but… nevermind.” He knew how I felt about this situation; about him. I was still
treating him like a kid, thinking that I needed to protect him from… me, this time.
“I understand.” I sighed. “I just want you to consider that you might change your mind.”
“And I want you to consider that I might not. I don’t really care about the future, man.
This world’s kinda fucked already, anyways.” He shrugged. “No matter what happens I’m always
going to be here for you. That’s what brothers are for. And if we get to have a ton of
mind-blowing sex along the way then... hell yeah, buddy!” I laughed. I leaned back into him as
he started massaging me again, closing my eyes and throwing my head back into the crook of
his neck. His fingers lightly traced their way along my shoulders, my arms and my thighs before
pressing down into the sore muscles. I hummed softly; a low, droning note of pleasure. I took
one deep breath and held it. Three. Two. One. Exhale.
This is nice, I thought. I want more. My mouth spoke the words as they came to my head.
“Hey, do you want to go camping?”
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