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I walked into the living room, stepping over empty pizza boxes and kicking beer cans out of my way, heading to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. It had been about three weeks since I had seen the living room clean, that long since my mom and dad had left on their six weeks of vacation, a long sea cruise, leaving thirteen-year-old me in the charge of my seventeen-year-old brother, Titian, better known as "Tye" to everyone, for the same reason I was called "Dan" instead of "Dante." Parents can be real dicks when it comes to naming their children, don't they realize that we're going to have to lug those names around for the rest of our lives?
I got as far as the couch and saw my brother Tye lying on the couch, wearing nothing but a rather nasty looking pair of briefs. Jesus, didn't Tye ever bother doing his own laundry? He had taken to padding around the house like this, just those same dirty briefs, hairy chest and muscled body under his arrogant smiling face, and I could smell him from here! He was snoring away at ten o'clock in the morning.
Tye and I looked alike in as far as the same color of brown hair (medium brown) and brown eyes. The basic shape of our faces (square jaws and handsome in a somewhat heavy and brutish-looking way) was more pronounced in Tye than in me, it was easy for him to look mean and gruff than it was for me. I had more of my mother's kinder, gentler features; she had an almost elvish look to her face, sharp but pretty.
Tye had the muscles that I hoped to develop, too, broad, powerful shoulders, wide pectorals adorned with a dusting of brown hairs, thick biceps, rippled abdominals, slender waist, bulging muscled thighs, everything that made a man a sculpted powerhouse of male beauty was bound up in Tye, whereas I was still rather thin and I sometimes looked in the mirror and despaired of ever matching my older brother in size and power and strength and masculinity.
Staring at him as he slept, I wasn't watching my step, and kicked a small pile of cans near his head and that woke him up and he snarled at me with that tone that said he was hung over some. "God damn it, Dan, can't you keep it quiet!"
"Don't blame me, you have enough empty beer cans lying around to form a mine field. Can't you clean up the living room? And do your laundry, and take a bath? You freaking stink!"
"Don't boss me around, squirt, or I'll bash your freaking head in. And while we're at it, you're supposed to do what I say while Mom and Dad are gone, so why don't you clean this house and wash the motherfucking clothes? Do you some good to learn how to keep house. Maybe try to cook some meals, the money Dad left us is beginning to run a bit low anyhow."
"I'm not your fucking housekeeper!" I barked back at him. "I'm willing to do half the housework, but not all of it."
"Half, huh?" he looked at me.
"Yeah, half." I said.
"Hard to divide it up half and half. Tell you what. Let's draw cards, the low card has to do all the chores. All the housework."
"Fair enough." I agreed. I fetched the cards, there was a table set up for playing poker and the cards were right there. I shuffled them and then fanned them out for Tye to draw one, then I drew one for myself. "I got a jack!" I showed it to him.
"A seven." Tye said in disgust. "What about double or nothing?"
"Double what? Double how?" I asked. I was feeling cocky, I rarely won these things against Tye.
"We draw again, best two out of three. The loser has to do all the housecleaning...but he has to do it stark naked."
"You mean, if I win it once more, you have to do all the cleaning in...in the nude?" I gasped. Tye was already mostly nude, I mean, but I'd never seen the goodies in his briefs, just the hint of the bulge in his drawers, and the size of that package had danced through my dreams more than once, dangling before my face and daring me to come taste it. "Okay," I said, and had to tug at my shorts to pull my cock out of the tangle it had gotten itself in trying to get hard in the wrong position. "You're on. Best two out of three, loser has to clean the house naked."
"Right. Shuffle the cards and let's draw again."
I shuffled the cards and held them out again, drew mine, "A three," I said in disgust.
"Eight," he said in triumph. "Third hand is the winner."
I was back to where we had started. I had to win this hand to win. I again shuffled the cards, and held them out and he drew and I did. "A queen," I said in some relief.
"My card is lower," Tye said and I grinned. "I got a one." He showed me the ace of spades and chuckled. "Now how about you peel down to your birthday suit and then get in the kitchen and fix me some eggs and toast and bacon. I think we have some left of those."
I peeled down and padded into the kitchen in disgust. Tied an apron on to fix the meal, bacon is not something you want to fry up bare-assed and Mom's apron had a huge bib on it, it covered all but my arms; I avoided any popped grease frying up the bacon.
Done, I took off the apron and served up the eggs, bacon and toast onto two plates and set it at the table. "Breakfast is ready, come and get it!" I called out.
To my shock, Tye walked in buck naked! "Hey!" he said calmly as if it were nothing peculiar and took his seat at the table, and grabbed the salt and pepper shakers and began to douse the eggs. I took the other seat and buttered my toast while I waited for the salt and pepper.
"Why are you naked, too?" I asked as casually as I could.
"Because all my clothes are dirty," he said. "I wanted you to wash the jocks I had on so I threw them down on your clothes and you can start the washers when you finish eating."
"Okay." I said. "We need to get more eggs and bacon, I used them all up making this breakfast."
"Fine, make a list and I'll order a delivery for us. Mom gave me her password for the grocery store and computer. We don't have to use cash for this."
I washed our dishes and put them away (ignoring the piles around it for now, one thing at a time) and went to gather up the clothes from his room and mine and start the washers. Mom had invested in a huge washer and dryer, enough to hold twice what a normal washer would, so I got about half the dirty clothes into the wash and returned to the living room to pick up the trash. Tye was lying on the couch again, now stark naked and I had plenty of opportunity to check out his rod while I moved around. It was flaccid but a heck of a slab of human salami just the same, about the size of a small banana only a grayish brown color, the foreskin covering the glans which made a bulge near the tip. Oh God, I'd love to see that hunky sausage standing up and cheering for me to come over and chow down on it....
"You're missing the empty cans," Tye said to me.
"Huh?" I gasped and then recovered. "Oh, it's, uh, I'm just picking up garbage this time. The cans I can put in the recycling, so I want to gather them separately. I'll come back for them."
"Okay, make sure you don't forget them." He groused, and subsided.
I kept picking up pizza boxes and empty hamburger wrappers and sacks and such, not just Tye's, but his friends' foods, it was rare that he spent the nighttime alone, he hadn't pulled a raging party, just his buddies coming over to hang out and play games or talk or whatever, and by morning more garbage had ended up on the floor.
When I came back for the aluminum cans, I had to pretty much get down on the floor and crawl to get them, they were under the coffee table, the chairs, the card table. There were the stack of cans I had kicked over. I went down to get them and Tye, who was watching me crawl around, said, "Hey, Dan, check under the couch, some cans probably went under there."
I peered underneath, it was too dark to see. "I don't see any cans," I said.
"Feel around, I'm sure there are some under there."
I fished around under the couch as best I could, and my butt was closest to Tye's head and shoulders, and I suddenly felt his hand land on my butt and fondle it. "Mmmm, nice butt you got, little brother," Tye said. His fondling made my young cock strike up a boner right away and his fingers quickly found it. "Hmmmm, got a stiffie, too, don't you. Like the way my hand feels on it, Dannie?"
"Uhhhhhhhh, mm-hmmm!" I groaned.
"Damn, kid, you're as fucking hot as I am, aren't you? Me, I'm so horny, I'd fuck a knothole in an oak tree if it was the right shape and size." His hand had left my cock and balls, it had slid up to my butthole and a finger fiddled with my sphincter. I couldn't help but croon as he toyed with the small tuckered flesh that held it shut. I groaned and then gasped and moaned as he managed to stick the fingertip into my hole. My sphincter flexed and that sucked his fingertip in further.
"Damn, you want this in you, don't you?"
"Feels good!" I gasped.
"I got something that feels better in your butt than my finger," Tye said softly. "How about it?"
"All right." I agreed. At that moment, in that position, with Tye's finger still imbedded in my ass to the second knuckle, I couldn't have refused him anything.
"This fat mother is going to need some greasing up. Why don't you get up here and give it a bit of loving with your mouth, slick it up with your spit. Best love lotion there is with a willing butthole." Tye said.
I rose up onto my knees and there was his pud, standing up just like I'd imagined it, in all its erect, virile glory. Nine inches of hard, thick, uncut cock standing high and proud, just a hint of a curve to it, the glans a mushroom wrapped in the foreskin that just capped it with a half inch of extra skin on top, gleaming in its power and its need. My mouth watered at the sight and I groaned as I reached for it with my face and I opened my mouth and I sank onto it, drooling copiously as I did, and my lips managed to cover nearly six inches of the length, and all of it was coated with my slobber as I rose from that first grandiose engulfment of his prong.
"Ahhhhhhhh, awwwww, uhhhhhhhhh!" Tye moaned. "Damn, Dan, that's terrific, do it some more, feels great, really slobber all over that dong, get it slippery as you can, I want to ram it up your ass the way you shoved it in your mouth, so the more you can put on it, the better."
I bobbed up and down that thick shaft, drooling as I moved, and the coating of saliva on the cock became a thick gray coat. When I felt that coating, I rose and said, "I think that will do it."
"I think you're right," Tye heaved and he swung his legs to get off the couch. I pivoted on my hands and knees to move away from the couch and his knees landed on either side of my legs and his hands grabbed my hips and with a growl, he shoved his greased-up schlong at my ass, and I felt the hard rod stab at my sphincter and penetrate it like a spear. He drove it in with a rough force that only my own passion made comfortable. His prick was a thick column of intense pleasure that throbbed inside me as he pushed until he had most of his nine-inches of male virility inside of me.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, damn, yeahhhhhh!" he breathed huskily, his muscled body almost resting on top of me. "So fucking tight, but oh, so fucking good! You took it, Dan, took the whole motherfucking thing! God, this is hot, so fucking hot! I got to fuck you hard, little brother, so fucking hard."
He rose up to rest his body weight on his own knees, and he began to thrust into me really fast, his hips slamming against my hips. His speed was fast but missed being rough, maybe because his hard rod inside of me just felt so good. I laid my head down on my arms on the carpet and just moaned as he used my ass with rapid speed and he groaned and I grunted and he moaned and I gasped and he guttered and I keened and that quickly, we both came at almost the same moment, a rapid, lust-ridden, forceful blast of come from both of us at the same instant.
"GAHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, HAHH-AHHHHHHHHHH!" Tye cried out as he shot his hot load into my ass.
"KUHHH-UHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHHHH, HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned as I squirted my own jizz at the same time.
His hot spooge squirted into my butt, thick clumps of big-brother jizz as my own, thinner spurts of spunk splattered audibly onto the carpet under me, "SPLAT-SPLT-SPT-PT-PT-SPLAT-SPLAT, SPLAT, PLT, PT, PLT!"
"Hah-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhhhhhh!" Tye sank down onto my back again, this time in exhausted post-coital lassitude and I felt his sweaty, musky body atop me like a well-worn blanket, both warm and comforting in its familiarity.
Slowly, I slid down flat onto the floor and he slid with me, his cock still imbedded in my butt although flaccid, and we lay like that, his heavy weight pinning me in place. Tye's hands were still under me, on my chest and they managed to stroke me somewhat, and his scratchy cheeks and chin were nuzzling my shoulders and neck, and he whispered vague, disconnected words of "sweet ass," "hot time," "fucking great" and similar things, flattering but not making a lot of sense.
Finally, he rolled off of me and I got up. "I'd better go get the clothes, they ought to be ready to go into the dryer and the second load go into the washer," I said.
Tye got up and said, "I'll go help you."
I didn't argue about the bet and such, I mean, I had won the first round, after all. Tye helped me with the laundry as promised and then we paired up to pick up the cans in the living room. The rest of the rooms were minor by comparison, I straightened them up as I cleaned them, and then the dishes were to be done. I washed and Tye dried, and by the time we were ready for lunch, the entire house was mostly clean. We ate some sandwiches and heated up canned soup, then I swept and mopped the hardwood floors of the kitchen and bathroom and he vacuumed the rest of the rooms. Ta-da, the entire house was clean.
"Well, what do we do next?" Tye asked me, with a shit-eating grin on his face.
I grinned, too, but I said, "First a shower, then whatever you want, big brother."
"Works for me."
"You shower, too, you stink like three-day-old road kill."
"You don't smell like cherry blossoms yourself, right now."
"I got taken down and rammed, remember?"
"Nothing compared to what you're going to get. Okay, we both shower and meet back here in fifteen minutes."
I showered, genuinely happy for the first time in I didn't know when. I realized that I'd had a crush on Tye for years, gosh, what younger brother doesn't carry a flame for their older brother more or less. His arrogance was a part of his charm, his self-assurance was a big part of it, I was the insecure one, and I looked up to him the way a weak man looks to a warrior to protect and defend him in times of trouble. In return, he is willing to do things for the warrior to make his life more comfortable and attractive. It was like that.
Done with my shower, my hair neatly combed, I went out in search of Tye. He was in his room, also showered and his beard scraped off, he now smelled of after-shave and bath soap, lying on the clean sheets I had put on his bed. His cock was again at full attention, eagerly awaiting my arrival, waving slightly at me like an old friend. "Finally!" Tye said. "Get that sweet ass over here and crawl in, I want to do you up proper this time."
"Okay," I said.
I crawled in, but when I tried to lie next to him, he stopped me and said, "Uh-uh, you get in down that way and suck my dick."
"Oh," I said and turned around in the bed and clamped onto his dong with the same eager anxiousness I had shown the first time. I didn't think twice about my position, to be both in the bed with him and suck his cock, I had to have my legs up near his head. I didn't even suspect anything when he maneuvered around to get his head up in between my legs. No, silly me, it took him clamping his lips onto my cock to make me realize that my big brother was actually going to reward his little brother this time around. His lips enclosed my six inches of cock and he gave it some warm soft loving strokes and I moaned and began to move like a demon on his own prong. He grunted and sped up on my own love-stick and we were a pair of slurping speedsters for a while.
I'd never been sucked before, so I can be forgiven for reaching my release in only a couple of minutes, and I moaned suddenly and blasted my come into Tye's mouth. I figured he'd be mad but he hung on and gulped it all down and chuckled even as he finished, wiping his lips as he said, "Well, that didn't take you very long did it?"
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, no, sorry, I kind of lost it," I said.
"No shit, Sherlock," Tye said. "How you doing with lubing my tool, anyway?"
I hadn't done a lot of lubing, I had been sucking it for pleasure, not greasing. "Sorry, I'll work on that, now," I replied and began to drool abundant amounts of spit over the raging prong. I did a better job of it the second time around, and it was soon a gleaming pole of saliva-coated cock, eager for action.
"Get your face back up this way," Tye demanded and when I did he rolled me over onto my back and crawled on top of me and got my face and his together. "Now you ready to get fucked face to face?" he asked me.
I answered by wrapping my legs and arms around his sturdy body. "Does this answer your question?"
His reaction was to stick his cockhead into my anus. "No, but this does."
"Mmmmm," I told him. "I get your point."
"You sure do." He pushed on into me, a slow gentle push, not at all rough this time. "I figure this time I'll give you a nice, long, slow fuck. See if you can manage another come-load while I do it, why don't you?"
"I can do it if you're good enough," I said saucily.
"Wise-ass." he sneered but he began to fuck me, and damned if my big brother wasn't a talented son of a bitch when it came to fucking. He had the knack for making you feel every single thrust like it was something different and special and I had no problem climbing the long mountain of passion to the peak along with him, and as he began to moan in his own climax, I was ready with my own orgasm percolating in my balls and ready to join in the jubilee.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Tye grunted in separate bursts of expelled breaths. "Man! This! Is! Fucking! Hot! I'm! About! To! Come!"
"Yeah, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, do it, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, do it!" I urged him.
"Speeding up for the finish!" Tye declared and the familiar fast-ramming action of the first time began again, and I was thrown into my own second climax. Fortunately, Tye was hot on my trail.
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH!" I cried out.
"HUHHH-HUHHH-HUHHH-HUHHH-HUHHH!" Tye chimed in.
"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH, AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I warbled as I squirted my jizz onto Tye's stomach and my own.
"HUHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHHH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tye raged into my ass with a come-load that was the equal if not more of the one he had hit me with in the morning.
Done, he again slid down to lie atop me and I lay down flat with him atop me, this time his cock slid out of me and dribbled come as it did so.
"Mmmmm, this is so damned good!" Tye murmured to me as he lay on me like a lead comforter. "I could get real addicted to having you in my bed and fucking you every night and morning."
"Mom and Dad won't be back for another twenty days," I said. "Until then, it's just you and me."
"Right," Tye said. "Like I said, I could get real addicted to having you in my bed and fucking you night and morning by then."
"Oh," I said. "Me, too."
"I just got one question for you, though." Tye said.
"What?"
"I was walking around nearly naked for days, and you were darned near drooling every time you saw me. Why did I have to go through that dumb card-draw shit to get you to actually do anything about it?"
I thought about it. "I guess sometimes you have to lose in order to win."
THE END
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