Note: The penis sizes in this story in no way reflect reality. Neither does Chris's almost instantaneous accepting of what is going on. I'm just sick of coming up with realistic reasons, I'd rather just have everybody fuck and be fucking happy, damnit! Jk I'm not mad. Anyway. Story time. I love you. Also, everyone's at least eighteen.
WOOSH! Chapter I
My brother and I have always been close, but... not this close.
I was asleep in my room just the other night when a knock on my door woke me. My brother entered after I called him inside drowsily. Only, he wasn't dressed. He wore boxers; his pajamas. I sleep naked, but I was under my covers, so he wouldn't give a shit.
Max came and sat on the edge of my bed, back facing me. I asked him what he wanted. "I want you to help me, Chris. I've gotten bored of masturbation, and it's really bumming me out."
"You got bored of fapping?" I asked, incredulous. "That doesn't even make sense. Those words aren't even possible to use in a sentence in any language known to man." I guffawed silently, "Bored of fapping, what the hell?
"Oh. Why do you want my help? Wait, why are you here?" I was already fearing his answer.
"I want you to, you know, help." He turned around and sat cross-legged on my bed.
"I'm not going to dance for you, if that's what you mean. Are you... into guys? Because. I am not going to have sex with you."
"I just want... something, ANYTHING new to happen. I'm so bored of everything the internet has. I'm sick of being a virginfag."
"You think you've fapped to all the types of porn on the interwebs, huh?" I asked my older brother.
"Yes. Beastiality, gay, lesbian, scat, futanari. Been everywhere, done everything."