Re-Connecting with My Brother

Most of those close to me in my life didn't know I had a brother until he briefly walked back into our lives for a brief period after finishing his time serving in the Navy.

You see my brother Toby, 12-years-older than myself, was a child to my mother's first marriage - before she married my father - when I was about five my brother collected his things one night and moved in with his biological father and up until recently before this story took place I hadn't heard from him since.

Recently I had celebrated my 20th birthday, and while still living at home with my parents I was working hard and saving every dollar I could with the aim of buying a property. My brother had recently reached out to my mother through the internet where they had mended bridges.

Through their conversations they had organised for he and a friend, who had both just finished serving in the Navy, to stay with us for a couple months to get them back on their feet and adapt to the 'real world' once again.

My brother and his friend John arrived the following month. Despite the early awkwardness the barriers soon came down and we were soon talking and laughing like we were best mates.

Being in the Navy for the best part of the last decade my brother and his friend enjoyed the nightlife atmosphere, hitting the clubs drinking, partying and effectively fucking anything that walked.

Usually, the next day I'd hear all about their escapades.

Overtime though things slowly began to escalate. My brother Toby and his friend John would often invite me to join them in a night of drinking and partying, however, I was more the nerdy type. I had a goal of working hard and saving - so I constantly turned them down to ensure an early night and that I was able to work the following day.

As I said, things would slowly progress.

I don't know if he thought it'd be funny, or whether it was too much alcohol, but I felt a presence in my room one night that woke me from the slumber, I couldn't tell what it was but something - as part of my sleep pattern - was disturbed.

There was something under my nose, and it smelt completely different. The room was too dark to immediately see, as my eyes began to focus, I could see my brother's silhouette.

"She smells good, doesn't she?" his voice whispered as my mind finally started to operate normally after being startled awake.

"What?" I mumbled attempting to make sense.

"Her name was Rebecca," he said holding his fingers under my nose, that is when it dawned on me that the smell on his fingers was the smell of 'Rebecca', I recoiled away from his fingers calling him gross, he laughed like a little kid who had just jump scared you by hiding around the corner, before he exited.

He did this a couple more times across the coming weeks, before it finally stopped. It felt good being able to go to sleep at night and not have to worry about being woken up smelling some girls' stench on my brothers' fingers.

It was however like the calm before the storm hits.

After just a couple weeks of being able to sleep peacefully it was again one night (or early morning) with darkness still consuming the sky that while sleeping I could sense a shift in the room, another presence, my sleeping mind however unable to completely comprehend the understanding as it attempted to continue the dream it was portraying.

It felt like something was on my lip, in the dream I was having it made sense for it to be a bead of sweat as there I was on the local beach on a hot Australian Summers Day enjoying the white sand under the feet as I stared aimlessly at the blue water. The heat from the day causing the sweat.

I stuck my tongue out to lick the bead of sweat off my lip, that is when the fantasy dreamland I was in quickly turned into reality, my mind with its beach dream immediately switched off and woke my mind when instead of feeling 'the bead of sweat' I felt something strange, something slightly softish yet hard at the same time, rubbing backwards and forward across my lips.

Feeling something unusual I immediately opened my mouth to question what the hell was happening, but before I could do so whatever was on my lips quickly found its way into my mouth.

I immediately began to sputter, choke and gag as I began to panic with this intruder in my mouth.

"Sshhhh...." My brothers voice came from the darkness as my eyes again forced themselves open and this unforsaken time of the morning, "this one was so nice, I wanted you to taste her too," he declared as he continued to push further into my mouth.

"Just lick and suck on them, you will be able to taste her," my brother Toby instructed, as my tongue, reluctant at first, began to swirl around what was in my mouth. I was somewhat relieved to find that there were two fingers in there, and he wasn't wrong, although I hadn't 'tasted' the others this was probably the better of the ones he had me somewhat involved in.

That is when something inside me changed slightly, I found myself a little turned on at the fact my brother was letting me suck his fingers shortly after he had fucked her with them. He began to slide his fingers deeper in and out of my mouth, an accidental moan escaped my throat, soon my brother was withdrawing his fingers from my mouth before slinking back off into the darkness.

Tonight was different, however. I attempted to roll over and drift off back to sleep like I had done all the other times, but I couldn't I found myself replaying the scene over and over in my head and I remained hard... I gave in when at around 4am I made my way to the bathroom and wanked myself as the scene replayed itself again.

As with the fingers under the nose this continued a couple of times, the difference being I didn't complain when he did this, in fact to me it was quite a turn on to the point I was considering going out one night in the near future with them.

Asleep in my room one night that the two went out I drifted off knowing there was a good opportunity I'd be woken up feeling my brother with fingers still covered in the taste of another chick he had just banged, I was excited and ready for it to the point I had trouble falling asleep - although knew I had to as that was one the hottest parts of this whole exchange my brother and I had going on.

Early morning rolled around, again my slumber was broken with the feeling of my brother standing next to my bed, and again I felt the rubbing on my lips and mouth. With my mind now conditioned and ready for these late-night wake ups it wasn't long before it kicked into action, woke itself up and recognised it was time.

Slowly I opened my mouth to welcome the fingers.

With my mouth opened I could feel the insertion as he passed my lips and tongue, slowly making his way to my throat. Which is when I realised this time was different.

This was not his fingers. The size of what was in my mouth had the circumference of three fingers, it was when he went deeper than his fingers usually did that my eyes shot open. This was not his fingers this was his cock.

Upon realising that my brother Toby had come home from his night out and instead of sticking his pussy-juice covered fingers in my throat he was sticking his hardened dick I immediately pulled my head backwards in an attempt to get it out of my mouth.

Toby felt my intent, placing his hands immediately on the back of my head, applying enough pressure for my head to move in a forward direction, while at the same time he moved his hips forward to enter further in my throat - easily sliding past my tonsils as the muscles tried valiantly to resist its intruder.

Again I attempted to pull my head away from the shaft in my throat, my position of laying on my side not helping to gain any momentum, my brothers much stronger hands on the back of my head also preventing from any real effort.

The strength was applied to the back of my head as it was again encouraged to move forward, my brothers thrusts again pushing his cock into my throat, my muscles this time a little more relaxed and welcoming of their visitor.

The next thrust I didn't try to escape, it was futile, while I didn't like what was going on my brother was obviously drunk and was heavily mistaken or confused, the easiest thing was to try and get it over and done with and never have to speak about it again.

His next thrust made me gag, as did the one after it, it was after the third one a moan escaped my lips - I wasn't expecting it, it took me by surprise, but it seemed to give some sort of greenlight to my brother who began to thrust harder and faster, I could hardly breathe but I could hear his breathing picking up.

Moans and gagging sounds filled my room, I didn't mean to just the force, the situation it had sparked something in me, my own cock grew hard in my pants, as my brother continued to thrust himself in and out of my throat he soon grabbed the back of my head, thrust one last time with what looked like all his might and let out a low growling moan as his cock began to spurt a couple gobs of cum into my throat.

Due to him holding my head I couldn't do anything but swallow it, it actually didn't taste too bad, then it happened. As the load was on its way down to my stomach, my own cock began erupting without even being touched, filling the inside of my satin boxer shorts.

"Unfortunately, no bitches tonight Richard... just you." My brother said as he put his now softened cock into his pants and left my room like he had done every time in the past.

It really wasn't until the next week that I realised it wasn't just a drunken night with my brother. John had prepared to go out, unusually my brother had decided that he was going to stay home and watch movies.

"Want to watch a movie with me?" Toby asked as he popped his head in my bedroom door while on the way to his room.

"Which one?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know. We can pick one while in there?" he suggested, I agreed and a minute or so later we were in his room.

We rearranged the pillows into a comfortable sitting up position, turned the lights off and as the screen flickered to life Toby spoke again.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked.

"I dunno, anything really." I replied, knowing my answer wasn't much help.

"What if what I want to watch isn't on here?" he said, me in a slightly dumb moment thinking he was referring to the Netflix catalogue he was currently scrolling through quickly replied.

"It doesn't matter, we can watch whatever you want," a small smile crossing his face after he heard my reply.

"Well Richard," he began, "what if I wanted to watch my dick disappear into your throat again?" he asked.

I was shocked. Last time I just thought he was drunk, we hadn't spoken about this or even acknowledged it, so had kind of put it to the back of my mind. The fact he said this means that he did remember, the fact it was the first time I had ever blown my load without touching myself so knew it was something I remembered.

Considering the aforementioned I didn't reply in words, simply reaching my hand out to be atop his already semi-hard bulge, wrapping my fingers around what I could hold and began to slowly move it up and down.

"Oh Richard, your hand feels so good," Toby moaned quietly, the grin on my face must've been evident as I looked across at him from our seating position before replying.

"As you know my mouth feels so much better," I leaned forward to be kneeling beside him, my fingers letting go of him before being finding their way into the waistband of the satin boxer shorts, he was wearing, looping my fingers in I slowly began to pull them downwards.

They became snagged around his butt, to help he lifted his hips to allow them on their journey down until they reached his ankles, they were soon discarded to the bedroom floor leaving him laying on the bed naked.

After watching his boxer shorts landing on the floor, I turned my attention back towards his seven-inch-thick cock, as stated earlier about the size of three fingers in thickness. It was the first time I had seen it in the light, in the flesh, I couldn't resist but to immediately stick my tongue out and lick under the thick tip of his cock, slowly closing my mouth trapping his head in my mouth.

The moan that came from him was sexy, through our experience the other night I was not sure how much he could see of me, was this the first time he could see me with his cock in my mouth? Not only was the moan sexy it was encouraging as I slowly took the next inch or so in.

"Oh, Richard," he moaned, "You're so good at that," he encouraged as another inch slid into my mouth and the beginning of my throat.

I moaned at hearing the compliment, not believing what was happening but the more we spent time like this the more the whole thought turned me on more, the more I wanted to please my very own brother. After all, he had turned down a night out, getting laid with some other slut who had too much to drink for me... for this.

"It looks like you enjoy this. Do you like this, Richard?" Toby asked, all I could do was moan and nod in the affirmative the best I could with this cock, my brothers, down my throat.

"Good," he said as he moved his hips upwards, more of him sliding down my throat. My muscles opened and I moved my head downwards taking the rest of him into my throat, he moaned his biggest to date.

As he did during our previous experience it didn't take long for Toby's hands to find the back of my head and begin to control when I was able to go down, or up, sometimes he controlled it for minutes at a time just holding my head in place and doing the thrusting himself through the movement of the hips, other times he would lift and drop my head on him, blocking my airways for long periods of times before releasing me before I passed out.

My eyes would water, his cock would be extra slobbery as my throat and mouth attempted all it could to gain some sort of air, I'd get a brief few seconds before the process would repeat.

He soon began to slow down, his hold on my head loosened before he pulled my head off him still rock-hard cock. I was disappointed, didn't know what was happening and it must've been written all over my face.

"Want to try something new this time?" my brother asked, a smile crossing his face as he asked me.

"Um... yeah sure," I replied, desperate to have my own brother's cock back in me. Hearing my response, he rolled over on his bed and dug around his bedside table, pulling something out before turning back.

"I need you to get on your hands and knees," he said as he repositioned himself into a somewhat kneeling position beside me. I did what my brother had asked and positioned myself on my hands and knees on the bed.

My brother Toby began to kneel behind me, he lowered my own boxer shorts to be scrunched at my knees. I heard a pop, a few seconds later something cold rubbing around the entrance to my arsehole. Acting on instinct my body attempted to pull away.

My brother's spare hand grabbed for my hips, preventing me from getting too far.

"Richard, this may hurt a little, if it does bite and scream into the pillow," he said as the cold feeling returned to my virgin entrance hole.

"Toby, I don't know," I tried to protest.

"Richard, I love you and wouldn't hurt you," Toby replied immediately, it immediately putting my mind at ease.

I could feel the sizeable head of my brothers' cock began to push against my rose-bud, which did its best to resist, eventually though resistance was futile as the tip eventually broke through, it immediately paving the way in stretching the muscles in my tube for his shaft to eventually follow.

The pain was unbearable at first, it burned, it hurt, and I lowered my head into the pillow and let out a low scream. My brother stopped for a moment. I heard his tube of what was obviously lube open again, his hand moving behind me, before he began to slowly slide more into me.

While it hurt the pain was soon being replaced with the feeling of pleasure, while still burning I found my arse began to want his cock in me, with this in mind I slowly slid myself backwards against my brothers hard cock.

It would take another minute or so before my brother's full thick shaft was inside me, I could feel his ball sack resting on my thighs as the last entered the hole, my muscles now trying to embrace and massage his shaft as he slowly began to rock, pulling his cock slowly out before sliding it back in just as slow.

The sensations already something I had never felt before as I moaned, moving my hands from being on the bed to against the wall for better support as my brother again entered his cock into me, again slowly and again I moaned.

This encouraged my brother Toby as he pulled his cock out, this time quicker than he had last time before entering it into me. With each thrust he got faster, he soon added a little upwards movement when he was thrusted deeper into me, triggering a new pleasurable sensation as he did so.

I found the palms of my hand pressing harder on the wall as his thrusts became harder as if though he had more purpose, I by this time was moving my hips backwards to meet him, my moans growing louder with each thrust of my brothers cock into me, his sack slapping against me as he did.

Time seemed to fly, I don't know how long we had been going at it, all I knew is with the number of times my brother had spanked my arse I must have red-marks by now, his cock had completely stretched me open, and the sweat was dripping by both of us.

Knock... Knock... Knock!

There was a knock on his bedroom door, with my parents at work we should be alone. I froze in my spot, my brother seemed to continue to go without skipping a beat.

"Toby," a booming voice came from the other side of the door, I could instantly recognise the voice as John's. I thought he was out drinking for the night.

"Sounds like you have a slut in there," John said, I watched in horror as I saw the door open, my brother not slowing down, me attempting to get off - my brothers' hands on my hips preventing me from doing so - as he continued to slide into me.

"HOLY FUCK" John's booming voice filled the room as he must've begun to recognise the "slut" my brother had was... well... his own brother.

I did my best to hide my embarrassment, I kept my face turned away from John as my brother continue to slide in and out of my arse, I am sure my face was red, I had never done this and thought it was going to be our secret and now it felt like everyone was finding out.

"Look at me princess," I could feel John's hand being placed on my chin as it began to apply pressure forcing it to turn towards him, the word coming after I heard him and my brother almost whispering to each other, I had no idea what they said or if they even were saying anything it just sounded like their mouths moving.

I turned my head towards where John's hands were turning my head, as my eyes turned towards him my eyes were met with his cock already out of his shorts and pointing directly at my mouth. There was no point trying to resist, I just opened my mouth and moved my head forward taking John's skinner cock into my mouth.

At first it was done out of reluctance, it was done because I had no real choice in the situation, but once the realisation of what was happening began to have another effect, it was a turn on - a nice hard cock sliding into my throat, while another was filling my other hole.

"He looks like he likes it," John exclaimed as his dick disappeared into my throat again, I moaned in my affirmative, my brother chipped in that it did look that way as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusting into me.

My brother tightened his grip on my hips and began to slide in and out of me the same he had done twice previously with my mouth, the friction seemed to burn but the feeling was more a pleasurable burn, it felt good being stuffed, my brother didn't need his hands on my hips I would've happily ridden him to have this feeling again.