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Chapter 1 ________________
Braden's pov - Friday Night
My brother is careless, a little irresponsible and pretty reckless. He's a good man though, I think. But when it comes to women, he's trouble. At just 23, Nathan already has two kids from two different women and he just told us that now his most recent ex is expecting. He moved back in with Dad and I a few months ago due to all the child support he's paying out. Now with another baby on the way, his finances are going to be absolutely depleted.
I'm just a freshman in college, still living at home since I can easily commute to campus. My dad and I down-sized to a two bedroom townhouse style apartment a few years ago after Nathan moved out. Since we got a smaller place and have one less bedroom now, Nathan and I have to share a room. It's been an adjustment, that's for sure. Dads not too happy about still supporting his two grown kids but he supports my educational goals and doesn't give me too much grief about it. However, he's not too happy with Nathan's actions and this recent news he dropped on us sure pissed him off.
"What the hell are we supposed to do, Nathan?!" My dad raises his voice upon hearing the news. "We're already scraping by on the bare minimum. You're not in these womens lives for a long time but you somehow manage to knock 'em up quick enough. You have no relationship with those kids you already have. What's your plan this time?"
"Uh, I don't know, I guess the court will decide again." Nathan's laissez-faire attitude does nothing to ease dad's stresses.
"Damnit Nathan, you can't keep doing this. You need to make an appointment to get a vasectomy, this is getting out of hand. Can't you at least wear a damn condom?" My dad tried offering a solution to prevent this from happening a fourth time.
Nathan laughs. "No way, I can't do that, a condom takes all the pleasure out of it. I'm going out with the guys tonight but I'll try not to knock up whoever I end up with." He smirks, sure of the stud he is and being able to take home any lucky lady he set his eyes on.
"Like hell you are, you're not leaving this house to run rampant and make more babies to neglect. You're grounded." My dad puts his foot down, trying to prevent another unexpected surprise caused by Nathan's bad decisions.
"You can't ground me, dad. I'm 23." Nathan crosses his arms in defiance.
I sit back, watching the conversation pinball back and forth between my big brother and my dad. I just needed some popcorn to solidify this grade A after school special.
Nathan's always been a rowdy handful, causing chaos and attracting attention. I followed rules and stayed in my lane, I saw his mistakes and did the opposite. Regardless, I still looked up to him in admiration and thought he was the coolest guy.
"So long as you live under my roof, you're gonna follow my rules. I'm making a new one, you're not to fuck another chick so long as you live here." Dad says seriously as he tries to set some boundaries for his oldest son.
"Woah, what the fuck. That's insane, I can't not have sex. I'll go crazy. I'm young and I need to cum, it's unhealthy if I get backed up. Science, dad." Nathan was never great at science, or school in general, so attempting to make a scientific claim was a bit of a stretch on his part.
"Well, that's the way it's gotta be, at least until you get a vasectomy. You're not gonna make me a grandpa for a fourth time." My dad's word was final. He set the rules and we had to follow them. He's never been unreasonable but this new rule was a little extreme.
"What the fuck." Nathan was at a loss for words, there was no way he was going to be able to go through with this. My dad walks out of the room and leaves Nathan there to contemplate his thoughts. Moving out was out of the question, he barely had enough for drinks, food and gas after all the child support payments.
Nathan's always been the cool jock type, never having had a problem scoring a chick or getting a date. Me, on the other hand, have had neither so far. Growing up, watching Nathan have so much confidence and so much luck, I was in awe. And I always felt so other, so alone.
He looks over at me "Can you believe that shit, Braden?"
I just shrug my shoulders and return to reading my book. I've never had sex and I'm doing just fine, sorta. I couldn't really empathize with his situation when mine was the complete opposite.
"What the hell am I going to do?" He mumbles to himself, dumbfounded.
Against dads words, my brother still went out that night, after dad and I called it a night and went to bed. See, Nathans an absolute stud, he stands at 6"2' with broad shoulders, a tight stomach and strong legs. He spends a lot of his free time at the gym when he's not working or knocking up his next ex. So of course he never has problems attracting attention.
He takes after my dad who has similar features, although dad's a little more rugged and stands a little taller. These two guys I spend most of my time with are absolute studs, I couldn't help but compare myself to them. I must've gotten my physique from my mom. I'm only 5"5' with golden hair that's grown out past my shoulders, still have chubby cheeks and my bodies still soft. I'm not fat or anything, I just have a plump butt and for some reason my chest looks a little heavy. My stomachs small though, the fat on my body just seems to go where it normally would on a chick; hips and chest. If I wear clothes big enough I can usually hide it, so I don't mind drowning in fabric. You won't catch me at a pool or changing in a locker room, that's for sure.
I woke up around 2 AM and couldn't fall back asleep so I turned a lamp on and opened a book to read instead of tossing and turning waiting for sleep to return. I was laying on my stomach in my bed, shirtless, when Nathan finally stumbled back home. He plopped down on his bed which was across the room from where mine was. We're mostly accustomed to sharing a room at this point and not driving each other too crazy. If I wasn't awake already, the sounds of his return sure would've woke me up. We quickly acknowledge each other, both knowing the potential trouble he'd be in if dad found out he was out all night. I get up to go to the bathroom, a little self conscious as I'm not usually shirtless unless I'm home alone.
"Dang bro, I never noticed your tits before. When did those come in?" My drunk brother slurs out the words.
"Shut up Nathan, you know they're not tits." I say defensively as I move my hands to try to cover myself up.
"Hey hey, I don't mean to make fun, I'm genuinely curious. I've seen a lot of boobs in my time and yours are better than a lot of 'em. Not too big, just a nice handful. Come here." He reaches for my arm and pulls me closer, I feel the fat on my chest jiggle as he pulls me to him. He's sitting on his bed so my chest is right at his eye level. I tried to squeeze my arms to hide them, but that just squeezed them together and made them look bigger. I was more than a little embarrassed, mortified more like it.
"Damn bro, look at these things. Is that why you're always wearing those oversized tees, trying to hide these puppies? You need to free 'em for the world to see." Nathan then reaches up and softly tweaks each nipple and I involuntarily gasp and slightly moan when he next cups each breast.
"Holy shit bro, these feel great. Do you ever play with them?" He asks, seeming interested.
"Nathan, you're just making fun of me, now stop." I try to step back but he grabs my arm to keep me there as his other hand is still massaging a tit.
"No Braden, really. These things feel awesome, man. Fuck." He places his other hand back on my tit and resumes the massage as he closes his eyes. "You feel really fucking good in my hands. I can pretend you're the hottest babe at the bar tonight and it feels like the real thing. I struck out tonight, Brady, that never happens. I had to leave before anything could happen, dad's stupid rule kept nagging at me in the back of my mind. There was this total babe in a red dress that showed her cleavage off real nice, feeling you up right now is what I'd imagine it feel like if I got to play with her tits." With his eyes closed he's alternating between tweaking my nipples and squeezing my fat chest. It was so uncomfortable but also kind of turning me on.
Hearing him talk like this and show appreciation to my body in a way I've never known before had an effect on my cock, I was trying not to get a boner but I lost the battle and my tiny nub was a rock hard chub. Not that he'll be able to tell, on top of having huge tits and ass for a guy, I was also cursed with a pitiful excuse for a penis. No larger than 4 inches at my hardest but that might be a bit of an embellishment as I've never actually measured.
Panicking, I shrug him off, push past him and head to the bathroom and make a mental note to put a shirt on before Nathan gets up in the morning.
"Alright goodnight, you little tease." Nathan says as he turns out the light and crawls into his own bed. His own massive erection clearly outlined down the left leg of his boxers. By the time I return from the bathroom, he's passed out. I tried to return to my book but I found myself staring at the same paragraph while my mind kept replaying the scene of what just happened.
I couldn't help but touch myself as I relive the feeling of Nathan's hands on me. I turn out the light and lay back in bed and as I have one hand playing with my dick, the other ones playing with my nipples. I've never played with them before but Nathan introduced me to a world of sensations I didn't know existed. I lower my hand from my little nub to rub my taint and then lower to play with my soft, smooth asshole. I rub around the outer rim a few circles, venturing an area of my body I never thought to explore before. It felt good feeling up my tiny, tight rosebud.
I start to apply more pressure and I slide a finger in easy enough and after a few internal strokes, a second soon follows. Deeper and deeper I feel my fingers slide in and out of me, past the second knuckle until I rub my internal love button, imagining my fingers were Nathan's. That he was still admiring my soft skin, squeezing my tits, as he called them, and moaning with pleasure.
As I explore my body I listen to Nathan's deep breathing and for the first time imagine what it'd be like if we shared a bed, not just a room. If, when we fell asleep at night, our bodies mingled and our breathing got quicker and we came together as if I was one of his bimbos he knocked up so frequently. With the fingers of one hand still sliding in and out of my tight hole, and my other hand still pinching my nipples, my pace quickens and I came at that thought. More pleasurably than I can remember ever cuming, I release without inhibitions at the thought of my stud brother touching me, fucking me.
Lost in thoughts of us, my breathing slows down as I relish in the satisfying, post orgasmic bliss, I've never thought of my brother sexually but now I wish I hadn't been so quick to push him off earlier.
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