At the Mercy of My Big Brother

Warning:Lots of Smexy Smex ahead.





Martin's POV







Why in the hell did this shit happen to me? I’ve asked myself at least three times a day for a few years now. I had everything going for me. I won’t be pigheaded and say that I don’t know what affect I have on people. I know that most girls think I’m ‘hot’ and that was cool for about twelve minutes. After a while it just gets kind of annoying: the giggling and batting of eyelashes until you think someone might have a nerve problem in their eyelids.



The point I’m trying to make is it gets tiring trying to live up to the image everyone has made for you. It’s not fun anymore and everything I do at school is like going through the motions. The only place I can let down my guard is at home. Parents don’t care if girls slide their numbers into the side of your locker, or if you’ve been voted best looking since you were in the sixth grade. Even more than that, little brothers don’t care. I have this theory about my little brother. He was put here to test me, and so far I’m failing.



I have no idea when it started. What the hell am I talking about you wonder? Well, I’m talking about the closest thing to an obsession I’ve ever felt. I thought if I'd get a crush on someone it would be one of the girls at school. Hell, I would have been even happier to crush on some of the guys I know. So yes, I’m bi, for those who are wondering, but my preference leans towards men. It didn’t take me long to figure out that if Jack and Jill were standing on a hill I’d push Jill down the fucker and wave.



So being a jock was cool. Even being bi was cool, so as long as I was discreet. Discretion! Discretion! My coach always says. But wanting your little brother, ah, not cool. Seriously fucked up is more like it. I’ve fought my attraction to Tran for three years now. I just couldn’t understand how he; the complete opposite of everything I stood for could twist me up inside just looking at him. Tran was sloppy, annoying, and sarcastic, with a complete disregard for the rules and the natural flow of things. If everyone was taking the bus you could be sure Tran would be on his skateboard holding onto the back of the bus. He’d done it once or twice already. He was a rebel; one that wore his favorite t-shirt until there were ragged holes in it. He was the same guy who mooned Aunt Laura’s groom at the wedding. Sure Eddie was an asshole but Aunt Laura had a fit and tried to strangle him, right before she broke down in tears and cried her eyes out because of him ruining her special moment. He was a slob; his room should have a warning on the door and you need a hazard mask and a shovel if you plan to go in there.



And...



Tran was also one of the most naturally beautiful boys I’d ever seen. I mean really, I’m not usually into the mushy stuff, and you couldn’t make me watch a chic flick if you strapped me to a seat and taped my eyelids open, but what I say is truth. A few times I’ve found my brother sleep on the couch, and even though we fight like territorial males it still squeezed something inside me to see his face relaxed in slumber. He really did look like an angel when he was asleep; with his golden complexion, softly rounded face and petite features, and long wild, reddish-brown hair that turned almost a shimmering gold color in the summer. Looking at Tran in his sleep no one would ever have thought he’d be capable of the things he said and did in his waking hours. But then again looking at me in school no one would ever have thought I could be such an ass to him at home.



We’ve done some dirty shit to each other over the years. Some of the things got so bad that I had to go back and apologize to Tran afterward. I had my reasons. As sick and disgusted as I felt inside, I knew the only thing protecting Tran, from me, was to channel what I felt into enough rivalry to keep him at an arms distance. There was no help for it. The older Tran got the more I desired him. If I kept him on his toes, kept him wary, kept him hating and loving me at the same time, I was okay.



But I always knew in the back of my mind that if he ever gave any hint, any sign that he felt the way I did, my resolve would crumble to pieces. That’s what happened on the second day of my parent’s absence. I saw into Tran, and I found him wanting. And there were no more shields to hide behind. The last of my restraint was simply gone.

***



I licked my lips, still tasting Tran in my mouth. He’d tasted faintly of the grape soda he’d been drinking. He’d tasted sweet, and I knew I wanted more. But first I’d ordered him upstairs to wash up. As I got up off the floor I was very aware of how hard I was. It made walking difficult. My knee was also throbbing from when I’d first plowed into him, but I ignored it. I went from the couch to the kitchen several times to clean up the mess we’d made, then I jogged up stairs—not an easy task with a cock still hard as lead—and went to the guest bathroom to wash the sticky syrup from the soda out of my hair and off my face.



By the time I was done I headed to the family bathroom just off our parents’ room. The door was closed but I didn’t hear any noise coming from inside. I knocked. No answer. I turned the knob and it was open. Tran was sitting on the toilet lid with a towel around his waist and his head buried in his hands. I walked over to his side and knelt. It was a testament to how far he was inside his own head that he didn’t know I was there until I placed my hand on his knee.



“Shit!” he said, jumping back, and then blushing.



His pretty green eyes were as sad as I’d ever seen them. “We should talk,” I suggested.



Tran shrugged, and looked down at the blue and white tiled floor beneath his feet. He refused to look at me. “Yeah, whatever man. But what is there to talk about? You probably hate me…no wait, you already hate me so now you just want me to keep my mouth shut.” He darted a glance up to my face. “Don’t worry, Martin. This ain’t the type of thing you tell your friends.”



I was shocked at this new side of Tran. Where was the sarcasm? The grit? I was used to his defiance and his snarky comments. I wasn’t used to this dejected side of my little bro. It hurt me to see it. It also sorta pissed me off that he’d leapt to the conclusion that I would pass this off as his fault. Did he forget I was the one who kissed him? I slapped his knee to get his attention. Sorry, bad habit. “Shut the hell up, Tran. I’m not going to pretend that what happened between us didn’t happen. And I’m not sorry.” I wasn’t superexcited or anything, but honestly I couldn’t be sorry about kissing Tran. I loved him. He was my little bro. Ours was a hate and love relationship, but he was still all I had. We’d formed a team since his birth; even through the fights we were still fiercely loyal to each other in our own way.



He looked up at me like I’d just set the bathroom on fire. “What?!”



I leaned in and slid my right hand over his left cheek. I sunk my fingers into his hair, and skimmed the softness of his cheek with my thumb. I’d denied myself these kinds of intimate touches too long not to be greedy about them now. Tran turned into my hand nuzzling unconsciously. My poor neglected dick swelled even more. Tran was so fucking hot, and the thing was he had no idea. He was a naturally sensual boy. We both were. Like I said, we were all touchy feely in the Acosta family.



“I said I don’t want to forget, little bro. In fact…” I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “I want to do it again. I want more.” And there was that thundering feeling deep inside me, that molten hot feeling that made my pulse race and my cock jump that only being near Tran could trigger.



Tran let out a shaky breath and licked his lips. “Yeah.”



A sudden hardcore image of just what type of things Tran could do with his little pink tongue flashed in my brain, and I groaned, diving forward to claim his mouth. Our mouths clashed so hard that our teeth clicked. Tran chuckled against my mouth, “Careful, bro. I need those for biting.”



“Shut up, Tran.” I pushed my tongue into his mouth to taste its warm sweetness.



Tran moaned, wrapping his arms around my neck and returning my kiss hungrily. Our tongues did the slip and slide, and my hand went from his hair down his slender neck and over the smooth damp skin of his back. Someone hadn’t finished drying off. It didn’t matter. I predicted more precipitation in our immediate future.



With my knee still aching and my cock being suffocated in the crotch of my shorts and underwear, I decided it was time for a change of positions. Tran went stiff as I slid an arm beneath his knees and stood in one swift motion. I must say I was happy for being a gymaholic. Tran was fucking heavier than he looked.



He quickly loosened up and settled in for the brief ride to my room, though we had to stop kissing long enough for me to see where the hell we were going. We passed by Tran’s room. No way were we going in there. I might lose Tran somewhere in the sea of clothing and have to call 911 for a rescue. My room was neat and clean by comparison. What can I say but I liked order. I also didn’t hang around the house very often, so there wasn’t much time for me to mess it up. I yanked back the sheets with one hand and dropped my knees down on the mattress as I laid Tran down. His towel fell apart, revealing a teasing glimpse of one golden thigh and the family jewels.



Tran sorta freaked, yanking the towel back in place and blushing all kinds of crazy shades of red. It made me laugh. “Tran, you hiding from me isn’t conducive to what we’re about to do.” I tugged at his towel. He held on for dear life.



“You first,” he said.



I would have insisted, I was dying to see everything, but I realized I had to watch my footing here. It was obvious Tran wanted this just as much as I did, but he was nervous, beyond nervous. He was scared. Of what exactly I wasn’t sure, but I knew if it meant me taking off my clothes first to ease his fears then it was no biggie. I was a frequently naked, in the showers, before my basketball team all the time.



I nodded to him. “Alright.” I got back off the bed, and barely suppressed my grin when he sat up. His eyes instantly dropped below my waist. I decided if I was going to do it I wasn’t going to pussyfoot around. I hooked my thumbs in my shorts and underwear and pulled them down. My cock instantly reared up and slapped my belly, I was so freaking hard. I heard Tran gasp and when I looked at him, kicking away the clothes from my ankles, he was eating me up like cake and ice cream.



I couldn’t help smiling. I was flattered. Sure, I’d been told I had great abs and a nice body before. It was sort of expected of me to take care of myself as the golden boy. Oh, look at him he’s got nice muscles, and all that drivel, but to see that look on Tran’s face, to watch him twist his hand in the towel and know he wanted to touch me, but was nervous of how I'd react, well, that shit just did it for me. I made up my mind in that moment. Despite how this could turn back around and bite me in the ass I wasn’t going to let things go back to the way they were between me and Tran. How could they anyway? I knew I’d never be able to keep my hands to myself when we were alone again. Aside from moving out of the house and dropping out of school I saw no other alternative. Now, I just had to make sure Tran was of a like mind.



I took a few steps toward the bed, reached down and took Tran’s hand. There was no reluctance in him to follow my direction. I laid his palm on my stomach, and he did all the rest. “Damn, Martin. I…I.. ",he stuttered. "This is, um, nice.” It was obvious his usual sarcasm and wit had deserted him for the time being. It didn’t matter to me. I was glorying in the feel of his warm hand stroking my chest, his fingertips tracing the lines of the muscles I'd worked damn hard for. His hand hesitated at my pelvis. His eyes had already zeroed in on what they wanted, but his arms were trembling, and he didn't make a move to touch my cock.



“Go ahead,” I said, watching him jump as if he’d forgotten the dick in front of his face was attached to a person.



He darted one last look up at me for reassurance and then he slid his hand down and lightly gripped me. I jumped in his hand. Precum had already started gathering at my slit, but more dribbled out as he slowly begin to explore my cock with his fingers. “Tighten your grip, Tran.” I instructed, and then I bit back a groan as he did just that.



Tran suddenly smiled. “You’re bigger than Bernard and hotter too.”



I scowled. “Who in the hell is Bernard?”



He didn’t even look up at me, just traced the vein on the underside of my dick with his thumb. It made me shudder. “Pothead. Idiot. I used to jerk off at his house, but I wouldn’t let him touch me.”



I nodded. No need to get upset. I’d done things with other guys too, and the things I’d done were certainly more intimate than a circle jerk.



Looking down at my brother exploring me was hot, but I had other ideas and they didn’t include being passive. “Your turn, little bro.” I said nodding at his towel.



His hands fell away and went protectively to his towel. He didn’t say anything but he was nibbling his bottom lip. One hand came up to rake through his wild hair. I sat down on the bed next to him. I had this feeling what he had to say wasn’t a laughing matter. Sometimes you just have to put humor on the back burner.



Reaching up, I nudged his chin in my direction. “What’s wrong, Tran?”



Color slashed across his face from one cheek, over the bridge of his nose, to the other. It was adorable. It made the sprinkle of freckles on his face stand out. He sighed and finally said. “I’m not like you, Martin. I’m not b-big.”



“Tran,” I said, “I hate to break it to you but I’m not huge.” I was bigger than average at eight inches, but trust me when I say I’ve seen some monsters in the locker room. “Little bro, I don’t care how big or small you are. I care about you.” I reached for his towel and tugged it. He let me.



Tran was propionate for his size, probably just under six inches. I’d seen a lot of nude boys in my life, mostly in the showers at school. It’d become so commonplace I wasn’t fazed by the sight that much anymore. With Tran it was different. Here was someone I cared about; here was someone trusting me with his body and his feelings. Here was a beautiful boy that I hated to love in the way that I did, but couldn’t seem to control myself. He was the culmination of countless sleepless nights and a lot of anxiety.



I leaned down and took Tran’s mouth, pressing him back to the bed and going down with him. My hand slid over his firm chest. His was a typical teenage boy’s chest, flat with little fat and hardly any definition. His skin was smooth, not much body hair had grown in since puberty. He only had a sprinkling of hair on his arms and legs, and a small bush above his cock.



Tran’s moans made me even hotter. The perverse feel of our warm, naked skin sliding together nearly blew my mind. I know I must have sprung a leak in my cock because now I could feel precum pooling from the tip. I slid my hips to the side of Tran so that I was half on and half off of him. Then I reached down and grasped his cock. He whimpered against my lips as my hand slid over the hot bar that was his shaft. He was leaking too. I thumbed his slit, smearing the wetness around the plum shaped head. His hips rose up off the bed pushing his cock into my hand.



I broke our kiss, suddenly wanting to know all of the golden body beneath my own. I kissed and licked my way down his neck, loving the feel of his hands convulsively squeezing my shoulders. I nibbled at his collarbone, and then licked a path down to his left nipple. As I was hoping, he was extremely sensitive here. The noises he produced while I suckled him raised the small hairs all over my body, and nearly made me shoot my load from the sound alone. I paid homage to his other nipple, while he carded frantic fingers through my hair.



All the while my hand slid up and down his cock. He was close. I could feel it through the trembling of his body. His cock throbbed in my hand and the precum was flowing freely now. Not missing a beat, I slid down his body, angled his cock toward my mouth and licked over his slit. Neither of us was big meat eaters, and aside from the occasional splurge on soda and sweets Mom was a big health fanatic. We ate a lot of fruit and veggies, and one of Tran’s favorite drinks was pineapple juice. Weird, I know, but have you any idea what the effects of pineapple juice does to a man’s cum. He was sweet, hardly any salt at all, and far from bitter. I lapped his cock, making sure I didn’t miss anything before I cupped his balls and slid my mouth down his length.



Tran whimpered above me, twisting in the sheets. “Oh, fuck! Oh, it’s good. Yeah, Martin,” he said. His praise made me suck harder. I wanted to make him come. At that moment it was all I wanted. Soon I got my wish and Tran was crying out, and cum spurted from his slit. I swallowed again and again, sucking up every last drop, continuing to tongue him even when there was nothing left to give.” I admit I’d only sucked a few guys before Martin, but I liked it. I liked it more with him than anybody else.



He was like a trembling ball of energy when I crawled up the bed and dragged him into my arms. His panting mouth rested just under my neck, and he wrapped his arms around me as I did him. We laid there in silence for a few moments and then he broke the quiet to say, “So are you going to fuck me or what?”

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TBC...










Dayum this forces me to write PART III I do so hate my longwinded muse. :)





Thank you to my wonderful reviewers of which I shall now name. *clears throat*



Ahem, Marquis_Francesca_Flambe -Your comment was quite lovely, thank you. I am most put out that I could not accommodate older boys but I mentioned the year of this brotherly-love-fest in the first chapter so I'd have to go to the future to write them as adults.)



Chibi-Berry- Pretty beggin' will get you your way all the time. Here's more for you, hun!:)



kordavamennemer -Well damn, I had to copy and paste your name :) tried to do it by memory and my eyes started to cross haha! AnyHOO, shit eatin' grins all around I say!



Anon-No cursy! Thanks for the encouragement though!



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Dark Illusions- First off I love the name!Heh! I also wanted to thank your for the idea to do it in Martin's POV. I had it half way written in Tran's but I wanted to get inside the head of the jock-stud! Yum!



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Jess-- Thanks. Amazing you say? *blushes* Go on with you...No come back, seriously I've got more. lol



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