At the Mercy of My Big Brother

Tran's Pov







You know that moment when you blurt something out that you’re not sure you meant? It’s like that saying: Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash. Well at that moment I was feeling like that comment suited me. The minute I said it we both tensed.



Martin looked down at me like I’d just grown an extra head. I knew my face was flaming and I couldn’t meet his eyes. Was I serious? I had no idea if I could actually go through with it. Kissing Martin and having him perform oral sex was great, but actually getting up on my knees and banging like two Chihuahuas was an entirely different story.



“Tran? Bro, are you serious?”



I shrugged. “Shit, I dunno, man. I mean…” God! How did you say what you really wanted and yet feared at the same time? The thought of Martin inside me caused my stomach to twist in anxious knots and my ass to clench tighter than a nun’s habit, and yet arousal unfurled its sleepy wings in my groin. I went for the cop out, which wasn’t my style at all. “If you want… I-m-mean,” Jesus H. Christ! “I would let you.”



Martin nudged my chin up, made me look him in the eye. I didn’t fight him. It was what I liked about my brother. As twisted as it may sound, it was his casual dominance that turned me on. In every dream I’d ever had with Martin in it I’d always been the bottom. I didn’t have a problem with that.



“It’s not just what I want, Tran.” Martin said, no traces of humor lingering in his voice or expression. “If we do this, we both have to want it. If you’re not sure I want you to tell me, because I don’t want to hear that you hate me later.”



After a long moment of introspection I finally shook my head. “I won’t hate you later. I want…” It felt like there was an obstruction in my throat that I had to swallow hard to get around. “I want it too.” I had expected movement, perhaps that Martin would take control now. I'd given my word. I thought he’d believe me, but I could still see his hesitation, his doubt. He was worried, probably trying to gauge my sincerity.



I decided to move things along before I lost my courage. It was like performing a trick at the skate park in a way. I was scared and nervous. I knew there was uncontrollable elements involved, and I knew I could get hurt, but the thrill of what I was going to do, and the satisfaction of going through with it was bigger than my fear. Having sex with Martin wasn’t exactly a trick, but I hoped to achieve the same rush during and after, as well as the same level of fulfillment.



I got up on my knees and reached over to his nightstand. I smiled as my hand wrapped around a half used bottle of lotion. My laugh was swallowed when I noticed the box of tissues sitting beside it. Now was not the time for humor. I needed Martin to know I was serious.



Squirting the lotion onto the tips of my fingers brought everything into perspective. I was about to get myself ready to be fucked. My hand was shaking, but I tried to tame my nerves as I leaned forward. My arm slipped behind my back, I spread my legs, and raised my ass in the air. If you think it’s easy to be in such a vulnerable position in front of someone like Martin, think again. I had no idea what he was thinking and I was too embarrassed to look. I tucked my head down instead, resting my forehead against the comforter.



I lost most of the lotion bumping into everything but my intended target. I expected Martin to laugh at me for being clumsy and awkward, but he didn’t say anything. All I could hear was our combined breathing. Mine sounded quicker than his. I squirted more lotion.



“What are you doing, bro?”



I laughed, even though I couldn’t find a damn thing funny. “Shit, I don’t know, Martin. You wanna help me out here?” My finger found my opening. I could feel the nerves there as my finger reached a place it had never been before. I think it was my concentration that made me so sensitive. For a moment I almost gave up. I almost said screw it, and got up off the bed to stride out of the room. Fuck all this shit, I thought. I was a coward, and I’d probably die regretting this chance. But then the tip of my finger slipped inside my relaxed hole and I hadn’t even realized I’d been pushing. My body went very still, shocked that I had actually done it. My ass though, was on the revolt, clamping down on just the tip of my finger like it had undergone a national security breach.



“Oh, fuck, Tran.” I felt Martin’s warm breath stir my hair. His hand slid down my spine, leaving shivers in its wake, and came to a rest just where my back started to form the rounded curves of my ass. “I wish you could see this. See how beautiful you look. Damn, little bro, but that is hot.”



I nibbled my bottom lip, excited by his praise, but still unsure of what the hell I was doing. I wiggled my finger but I was so tense I wasn’t getting anywhere. Huffing into the comforter I said, “Martin, I can’t. You have to—.”



“Shhh, Tran.” To my surprise Martin eased my hand away and shifted behind me. “I’ve got you, little bro.” He took the lotion out of my limp hand and I heard him squeeze the bottle. Bunching double fistfuls of the comforter, I tried to be open and ready for what came next.



Martin rubbed my back with his dry hand. I had no idea how sensitive my back was until his callous roughened palm slid over every inch of it. His fingers teasing between my buttocks was barely noticed as I arched like a cat getting a good scratch. Martin was saying things I never thought to hear from him. “Asshole. Little shit!” Sure, I’d heard those pet names a thousand times. But his calling me ‘baby’ made my stomach clench in the worse way. He kept coaxing me, telling me how good I was doing, how hot he thought I was, and all the time he stretched me with his fingers. It stung at first, and I struggled against my body’s desire to reject him, but then I concentrated on the hand rubbing down my back and not the one breaching my ass, and I discovered I could relax somewhat.



Then he touched something inside me that sent sparks shooting through my nervous system. “Jesus! What?!”



Martin chuckled. “Prostate, bro. Little nugget size gland, right about...,” he fingered mine again, “here.”



I almost came off the bed.



“It’s gonna feel amazing when my cock glides over it.”



I was trembling again, but in a good way. “How do you know?”



“I've been told.” I think he was trying to shut me up by rubbing my gland again. He succeeded. I whimpered instead. I tried to bite back the sound. That effort lasted about twenty seconds.



“Two fingers now.” He pressed into me not nearly as slowly as the first time. The stretch and burn had me groaning, but it wasn’t too bad. I wasn’t ready to die or anything.



It was three fingers which nearly made me change my mind about being a bottom. “Fucking, hell, Martin! How big is your dick?!”



Martin laughed. I wanted to bite him. “A little fatter than three fingers. If you can’t take this, you can’t take me.”



Point taken. I gritted my teeth and bore it. The hurt was small, more a dull throb now than anything. It was mostly just my body rebelling. I guess it’s a good thing your automatic defense to having something shoved up your ass is to push it back out. Okay, gross. Never mind. Moving along…



After all that anxiety when Martin pulled out of me I felt bereft, empty. It made me moan, but his hand was on my shoulder rubbing soothingly. I felt his lips kiss the back of my neck, and almost at the same time his cock brushed up against my hole. His hand slid around to my belly, palm sliding over quivering skin and down to my cock. I wasn’t as hard as I had been, but the moment his fingers wrapped around me I hardened back up. His hand gave me something else to think about as he pushed into me.



I felt his lips brushing against my ear. “It’s really hot inside you, Tran. Fuckin’ burn me alive, little bro.” It made me gasp. I’d never been the kind of person to melt at poetry or to cry at anything less than a broken bone, but his words had an affect on me. It made my heart beat faster. I felt my cock jerk in his hand, spilling more precum over his fingers. At the same time I thrust back into the cradle of his hips, taking him deeper. It hurt, but it didn’t. There is no way to aptly express what I felt. Thinking about it made my head spin.. Martin was inside me. Martin was inside. Martin was…”



His thighs finally kissed the back of my legs. I know he could feel me trembling. He held his weight above me, cloaking my back. I thought about how almost every inch of our skin was touching on at least one side of our bodies, and my arousal escalated. I could feel his chest collapse and expand as he breathed. My body was gloved so tightly around his cock I could feel his heartbeat. I told him so.



I felt his smile against my neck again. “Yeah? Well I can feel everything, Tran. Your heartbeat, your heat, how tight and yet giving you are on the inside.” Then he fell silent for a moment and if not for his weight I could have forgotten he was there. “This is going to sound corny Tran, but I’m glad I’m your first. I’m glad I’m the only one who has been here.” His hips rotated slightly, emphasizing his point.



“N-not corny. Ah, do that again.” The movement felt good. Nerves I never knew I had shot pleasure signals to my brain. The withdrawal felt even better.



“This?” He withdrew and pushed back inside me, tortuously slow.



“I’m g-gonna fuck… kill…you…Mart—asshole.” I managed to gasp as he continued his slow rhythm.



Martin chuckled, it gave me goose bumps as his warm breath tickled my ear. “Yes, asshole. Fucking hot, perfect, bestest asshole in the world.”



I would have gagged at his lameness. But you can’t gag and moan at the same time. Every time his cock slammed into my gland I felt pleasure crackle in my belly, deep in my groin. My balls drew up tight, almost hurting with my need. “More,” I ground out, slamming back into him.” The impact jarred my bones, and made me cry out.



Martin had one arm wrapped around my waist, clenched around my cock. The other was flat against the mattress, holding his weight off me. He placed the other hand down on the mattress too, and this gave him the best leverage—the stability he needed to increase his speed.



Soon Martin was pistoning into me. I’m sure I tore up his perfectly made bed as I balled the comforter in my fists. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I had no idea what I was saying. Babbling like an idiot probably. I kinda like to think I was cursing Martin and not begging. A guy could hope, right?



He sent me over the edge without warning. I thought I had a minute or two. I thought it wasn’t done building yet, but it spilled through me like a tidal wave. With no stimulation to my cock I sprayed the bed below us. Martin reared up on his knees and grasped my hips. As my body clenched around him I could feel him slow his thrusts. They were slower but deeper. Soon I felt the pulse of his cock and the resulting liquid heat spill inside me. Martin cried out as he came, and I smiled some idiotic, feral smile of a person who knows that he’s done something truly perverse, but doesn’t care, because he knows he’ll do it again.



***



A week later…



“Uncle! Uncle! Fuckin’ uncle.” I screamed, as Martin plowed my ass from behind. We were in the kitchen. My bowl of cereal was spilled on the counter top. My fingers were soaked in milk, but neither one of us cared. I had been teasing Martin all morning, wiggling my ass in front of him whenever I thought Mom and Dad were out of range.



Martin was less skilled at deception than I was, so I didn’t do it often. I’d hate to see him have to explain to our parents why he was hard at the dinner table. This time I hadn’t known that our parents were going out. But Martin did. When he found me in the kitchen eating cornflakes he’d immediately ordered me to get up, kicked over my stool, and yanked down my pants.



We’d started doing crazy shit like playing good cop bad cop. Can you imagine anything more cliché than Martin growling “Spread them?” Today though, Martin was too riled up to think of a game, and the moment he pushed inside me I was too.



Martin lifted my hand off the counter top and licked the milk off my fingers. “For this, little bro, you owe me two blow jobs.”



I feigned innocents. “What? I didn’t do shit!”



He stilled inside me. Bastard. I tried to push back at him but he held my hips. “You did, you tease. Two blow jobs and a shower fuck.” He knew I hated doing it in the shower. I don’t give a damn what anyone says about it being sexy. The water always gets in my eyes and pours in my mouth when I’m trying to do…other things.



“Now you’re just adding things on for no reason. What do I get?” I clenched my inner muscles, making him groan.



“Okay,” he conceded. “I’ll play a game of Hazard with you.”



I grinned. “Deal,” I said, before he could think twice



Martin groaned, but he was smiling into the side of my neck. “You’re going to be the death of me, Tran.”



I wiggled my ass until he started moving again. “Yeah, but what a way to go.”





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Wynja, thanks for tuning in. I hope you enjoy the last chapter.





Chibi-Berry, yeah, the ending was like an epiphany. I had no idea I was going to write it until last minute.



BrackCatMojo, Thanks, hun. I hope this chapter was equally hot. I actually had to work harder to balance humor and sensual aspects into this final installment.



kordavamennemer, lol, I like smextastic. I make up words all the time. One of my favs is splendiforous!



Jess, thanks. I'm glad you thought it was hot. Oh, and I really did want to write more. I'm quite fond of Tran and Martin myself.





midnightsweet, waiting for part three and here it is. lol Thanks for sticking around.



TwistedHilarity, Thanks for the review. Tran is adorable. He's also a potty mouth, but that's why I love him. haha



Vandalizer86, glad I could turn yah on. Erm...not in the the way it sounds. Tho I'm glad you enjoyed Tran and Martin for the trash-talkin', curse-slingin', hot little numbers that they are. They truly are two softies at heart.



Momo, Thanks. Hot is my aim. Smexins my game. Lol (lame moment)





WhinnieRichards, yeah that was one of my rare moments of insight. I have no freakin' idea where the Jack and Jill reference came from. It just kinda popped into my head. Glad you liked it tho.





Seekah, first, thank you for taking the time out to tell me what you really liked about my story. It means a lot to have someone set aside the time to do so.This chapter isn't as humorous and lighthearted as the other two. I wanted a progressively more intimate mood. Like Martin and Tran say in the story, sometimes you just have to put humor on the back burner, but with Martin being who he was I just couldn't toss humor out completely, or it would have been out of character. ;)