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Real Brotherly Loving: The Complete 3-Pack Bundle

Posted on July 4, 2023 by indieerotica

Carlo harbors illicit desires for his younger brothers—twins Paolo and Marco—but he knows his desires are wrong and he can never have what he wants.

But after coming home from his third year at university, Carlo hears a strange noise in the middle of the night. When he investigates, he's shocked to discover that the twins are having sex with each other. Maybe that illicit desire of his isn't so taboo and far-fetched?

What starts as a surprising act of voyeurism quickly turns into an unexpected instance of dreams coming true when the twins invite their older brother to join them. Together, the three of them will discover what real brotherly loving is all about.

Publisher's Note:
This three-story collection includes the previously-published stories "Real Brotherly Loving", "Two Become Three", and "Summer Road Trip".

I quietly went upstairs to Marco and Paolo’s room. The anxiousness took over me, leaving a grin on my face. The central heater was on, so they wouldn’t hear my creaking steps. I tiptoed down the short, squared hallway and stopped at the door on the right, which was cracked open. Their room and mine were the only two upstairs, along with a full bathroom in between that only the three of us used. Mom and Dad had the master bedroom downstairs with their own spa-like bathroom.

I reached the door and peered through the crack. My eyes widened. Boy, oh, boy! Marco stood behind Paolo against a new king-size bed I’d never seen before. They were naked, their clothes on the wood floor.

The central heater turned off, and their heavy breathing was now the only sound.

I fought hard to control my own breaths because of how silent it suddenly was in the whole house. Why were they doing this? When had this been going on? We were family, known by everyone as the Campo brothers because of how much we stood out in a WASP town. We shared the same DNA. We had been raised Catholic and didn’t even believe in cussing, let alone fornication. This was wrong!

Marco rubbed himself in between Paolo’s small, round buns. Both released the horniest breaths I’d ever heard from them. Paolo’s hands were on the edge of the bed while Marco had his arms hanging down, their brown eyes full of lust. It might have been humping, but it was still forbidden.

Yet the more I watched, the bigger the bulge in my jeans grew.

Summer Road Trip (Real Brotherly Loving #3)

Posted on June 30, 2023 by indieerotica

Carlo and his twin brothers, Marco and Paolo, are back together for the summer, ready for a weekend road trip. With high school done for the teen twins, and only a year left of college for Carlo, they waste no time giving each other some real brotherly loving. Being the horndogs they are, hot sex is the highlight of their adventurous vacation. However, the three brothers are no longer settling for anything minimal like they’ve been doing all this time. Instead, they’re going to take it all the way, pain or no pain.

And who knows? Maybe Carlo and Paolo could finally be next in line for their virginities to be taken like Marco’s was, even though the twins have hung monsters for a virgin to be scared of. But if they go all the way, who will take whom? Could there be room for two lucky brothers inside one?

At the same time?

Summer Road Trip is an 11,500-word short story.

Waking up naked was different from wearing PJs all my life, especially in a conservative little town in the northern states of America. But what made it more taboo was having Marco and Paolo on either side of me, sharing blood and DNA just as much as we shared our forbidden love through heart and body. My eighteen-year-old identical twin brothers. Yep, I could get used to this new life—spoiled even. Who cared if they had their own room with a king-size bed? I had my own little apartment in the basement of our small farmhouse, also with a king-size bed that made room for them every single night while Mom and Dad were asleep—we set an alarm on our phones.

There was one problem, though. Sex. And lots of it. Well, maybe not sex in and of itself, but the fact that I had beautiful twins for brothers was a constant distraction if we were in the same room. Being naked together didn’t help, especially with their sexy bodies, hence the reason I’d come three times last night before bed—with them, of course. How many would there be this morning?

It was Friday, the start of the weekend. Well, for the three of us because we’d planned a road trip for the weekend, the first of hopefully many. I was still in bed, smiling at my sleeping brothers on either side of me. Soon, they would wake up when the alarm went off. I smiled at the thought of embarking on a new adventure in my life—in our lives. Now that it was summer, it was the perfect time to celebrate the end of my third year of college and the twins’ last year of high school.

Marco and Paolo’s emotional high school graduation in May had brought me to tears the moment I’d watched them walk across the stage together with proud faces—yes, together. From teasing and bickering just a few years back, to the most beautiful bond a brotherhood could offer. It wasn’t even all about the hot sex, but also our feelings for each other. While it would take a while longer for the shame to go away because of the social stigma, I knew more than ever that I couldn’t be apart from them in a sexual sense.

But what about romantically? What would that be like? How did it work, and when could it happen? Did it hurt as much as those with broken hearts claimed it did? I had never fallen in love with anyone before, not even when I’d been Jenny’s boyfriend for over six months, an exhausting lie I was relieved to finally be out of.

Jenny. She had been as heartbroken as I’d worried she’d be, but I’d had no choice. The love and happiness hadn’t existed on my part. I still felt like a coward because I couldn’t have told her the truth. Now, she believed I would join the monastery after I graduated from university next year. I’d be twenty-two by then, still young enough for that kind of life, since it was more common to start young. While she had wanted to be supportive, given she was more faithfully Catholic than I was, she’d needed time to ponder whether she could talk to me again. Well, we did see each other at church every Sunday, but she’d put me on ignore for the time being. She wasn’t ready yet, and I couldn’t blame her. I prayed she’d find a man who could truly love her the way she deserved to be loved.

I cuddled against Paolo who slept on my left side, the wall side. My average-size erection grew with anticipation from both the feeling of him and his natural manly scent. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, longish and beanie-friendly—the twins often wore beanies. I planted a light kiss on the nape of his neck, and another, and another. Why did I now feel dreamy about him? Well, about both of my brothers, but Paolo seemed to love me as beyond just a sibling, which made me question my own feelings and emotions.

The next thing I knew, Marco snuggled with me. My backside felt good against his frontside. Unlike Paolo, he showed his feelings less often, but still enough for me to see how his heart worked and what it told me (in private). While he probably might not feel exactly what Paolo did, he still acted as if he had a crush on me whenever he felt bold enough to reveal his heart to me. Taking after our macho father, it wasn’t a surprise he had slowly warmed up to being that way with me. We were supposed to be the Campo men who never cried, after all.

Marco let out a little moan, telling me how comfortable he was. He rubbed his monster erection slowly against my trimmed crack.

My Straight Brother’s Bubble Butt

Posted on May 26, 2023 by indieerotica

Because I was a gay teen and frequently horny, I’d had tons of hot sex compared to other high school boys in this coastal town down south (who were probably all straight). It had all been with a cute fuck buddy who’d gone off to college last year. I’d given him plenty of head and bottomed a lot for him; the latter was much to my discomfort. I had a thick nine-incher that had intimidated him, hence the reason I’d been stuck being a total bottom.

I’d loved eating his butt, though. He’d gone crazy for my tongue, and it’d been our favorite thing to do together until we’d both come hard. I didn’t care if he was on the flatter side back there, since I was an ass guy who thought it was the sexiest part of the male body.

Now, I was ready for my first incestuous experience with Tucker: to eat my straight brother’s bubble butt. I’d fantasized about doing it since middle school when I’d begun to develop forbidden feelings for him. I’d just never thought it would happen after all these years. Before my first experience with rimming, I hadn’t watched any porn—gay, straight, or bi—much less even heard about it from anyone because people in town were generally more traditional with stuff. I’d just had thoughts about it barging into my mind out of nowhere. Given that Tucker and I were on the verge of graduating high school soon—he’d failed a year—it meant I got even more experience by the time we started college, beyond just eating butt.

Standing tall in our shared bedroom, facing each other, Tucker was probably feeling weird and uncomfortable, but he knew I’d never force him into doing anything he didn’t want to do. It was nerve-wracking enough for me to have brought up the subject of rimming in the first place. Besides, he was here for a specific reason. He knew exactly what we were about to do, which made me feel like the luckiest brother ever.

Tucker took off his baseball T-shirt and gym shorts, keeping only his classic-style jockstrap and white gym socks on. His smooth and ripped body alone made my leaking boner stiffer than ever.

He gave my naked body a once-over, a leaner version of his medium build with a little less muscle definition (but still toned). “So…should I get naked, too?” he asked.

Shhh… Don’t Tell Mami or Papi

Posted on April 28, 2023 by indieerotica

Victor is an eighteen-year-old virgin who has fantasizes about his hot big brothers, Ernesto and Ricardo, even though their religious household has no place for such unspeakable sins. Both brothers are straight, but Victor learns the hard way that looks can be deceiving, especially when Ernesto and Ricardo’s girlfriends refuse to give what their little brother can. They just have to be quiet because their parents are asleep.

Thankfully, Victor has put his big dildo to use, albeit without knowing his illicit fantasies are about to come true. After all, who says that his virginity has to be taken by only one brother? Sometimes, two heads are better than one.

Especially at the same time.

Shhh...Don't Tell Mami or Papi is a 1,600-word short story.

Late at night, I lay face down, waking up to two warm, naked bodies on top of me, as smooth as mine. There were smells of soap and musk, like a rushed attempt at showering off the sweat and grime after a day out in the basketball court. Mami and Papi were asleep in the next room in our urban city apartment, so I couldn’t make a sound. Our family was religious like many Latinos, and as a common tradition, we didn’t move out of the house until we got married.

As I tried to move around, my arms were quickly pinned behind me. What the hell!

“Shhh…don’t tell Mami or Papi,” whispered a familiar deep voice.

“Just stay there and take it,” another familiar deep voice ordered.

It was my big brothers. Ernesto and Ricardo were twenty-five and twenty-four, respectively. They had darker hair than my brown shade, and they were a bit taller and more muscular than my lean jock build. All of us had scruff on our faces, so we looked a bit older, but it complemented our manhood.

What were they doing? Were they trying to stick it in my butthole? But they were straight and had girlfriends! And both of them at the same time? Even though I’d recently turned eighteen, I hadn’t had sex yet, so being split open and having my virginity destroyed was a big deal to me. I’d fantasized about it many times, so the incest factor didn’t bother me—it clearly didn’t bother them—but it was still mind-blowing to realize that my fantasies were finally coming true. We were family, sharing the same blood and DNA. Did I actually want this illicit experience to happen, though?

Clenching my butt, I hissed from the sharp pain from their dicks trying to enter, both long and fat like mine. It shocked me so much that I couldn’t process any of this as it was happening. “Ngh…ow, it hurts!”

My Big Brother’s Skilled Hands

Posted on March 24, 2023 by indieerotica

Daren is a high school wrestling jock with a lean body—and he’s a never-been-kissed virgin with a very horny mind. After pulling a muscle in a match, Daren visit the men’s-only spa where his twenty-four-year-old brother Colin works.

Daren idolizes Colin—also a hot and buff jock—and harbors a secret illicit crush on him. Really, it’s more than a crush. Given the chance, he’d do anything with or for Colin.

This brotherhood is about to grow closer when Daren discovers that Colin is an erotic massage therapist…and that Colin harbors similar feelings for Daren.

Colin’s skilled hands have just the skills to provide Daren with some much-needed relief…the kind that forever stays behind closed doors.

My Big Brother’s Skilled Hands is a 3,500-word short story.

A sexy smile spanned Colin’s chiseled face that had some scruff growing out. “I’m not busy at all. Anything for my little bro.”

“Thanks.” That warmed my heart with brotherly love and made my dick twitch with incestuous excitement. Colin had always been affectionate, and while I obviously wasn’t little anymore, being his little bro still felt special.

“Take your T-shirt off and unzip your jeans, then go lie on the massage table.”

I lowered my eyebrows. “Unzip my jeans?” I didn’t want Colin to see what I was wearing underneath. Could he tell from the thick waistband?

“It makes it easier for me to massage your waist and the small of your back. I mean, I’ve been doing this for a few years, so I’m not exactly a rookie.” He winked.

I nodded, reluctantly taking my shirt off. I unzipped my jeans until they accidentally dropped to my knees, my face flushing hot from embarrassment. I’d lost weight and was noticeably leaner, even though I was toned from wrestling. I really needed to remember to buy some new jeans. I couldn’t give Colin eye contact now. He saw my body whenever I changed in front of him, but never in a jockstrap, given the questionable implication it gave.

He just chuckled. “I didn’t know you started wearing jockstraps like I do.”

My eyebrows rose, but I still couldn’t get myself to look at him. “You wear them, too?”

“Yep. It’s very common. Come on, Daren, I’m surprised you don’t know that, since you’re gay and probably already exploring stuff.”

“Heh. Not…quite.”

“Oh. Well, you’re still a teen, I guess. So, what made you start wearing them? Or just the one?”

I shrugged. “I bought quite a few online with the gift card you gave me for my birthday.”

“I see. Money well spent, then.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I just like them.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Since Colin hadn’t worn a jockstrap in front of me, this new knowledge added to my sexual fantasies, and I could only imagine how many more times I’d jerk off thinking about him in a jock.

“Well? Now that your jeans are down, you might as well take the jock off, too. It’s actually easier with fewer clothes.”

“Really?” My dick twitched again.

A Brotherly Holiday Series: 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

The holidays bring out special bonds between brothers, but for some brothers that bond runs far too deep. For some young men, that bond includes hot taboo sex with their brother.

This four-pack bundle of forbidden lusts includes the following previously-published stories:

A Brotherly Christmas
Through a little bit of Christmas magic and holding onto hope, Josh's most taboo wish might come true.

A Brotherly Valentines
Eighteen-year-old Adam plans to lose his virginity on Valentine's Day...but the man who shares this experience with him is the biggest, sexiest surprise of Adam's life.

A Brotherly Halloween
Brothers Liam and Lyle have always been close, but when Liam crossdresses and plays into Lyle's domination fantasies, they cross lines brothers never should.

A Brotherly New Year’s
A secret taboo reunion could change Dane's life forever, and prove that a deep brotherly bond can create the strongest connection of all.

Explore these four seductive tales of brothers getting it on in this 24,000-word bundle.

In the dimly-lit living room, I sat on the bear rug with my legs crossed in anticipation, just a few feet away from the large Christmas tree. The heater had turned off for the cycle, and the embers in the rustic fireplace barely glowed. The only sound in the house was Dad’s snoring, drowning out any of Jake’s snores. At least the stench of cheap cigarettes had finally faded away, which did nothing but yellow the chipped walls.

I wore an old set of Christmassy PJs that still fit me because I was a twink who could fit into practically any small size. To be fair, it had originally belonged to a cousin of mine who had grown into a twunk.

Even though Mom was no longer around to tell me to be a good boy, I already knew to carefully leave a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk on the wobbly coffee table, just like every year. Please, as if I didn’t know what the surprise was. I’d just kept it to myself because it was part of the fun. Life was hard, and so was family life. Let me have something magical to hold onto, at least.

Now that it was past midnight, I was officially eighteen. So, this year, I wanted to have some fun and mix things up. I’d jerked off and shot a big load inside the glass of milk as a devious little prank. I couldn’t wait for Santa to drink it all up so that I could see his reaction.

After more minutes of waiting, Santa finally came from right behind me in quiet steps. I never turned around because I wanted to wait until he circled around to face me for a proper surprise. He always stood right by the Christmas tree.

Like every year, I forced myself to believe Santa really was here again, albeit slimmer and younger than the old and jolly version, but still much bigger than me. He towered over me in his famous red suit and hat that made me melt in ways I couldn’t begin to explain. “Ho, ho, ho!” he cheered in a low tone, his voice so deep in a contrived way.

He knew just how much this meant to me. He knew I didn’t want to grow up, but since I had to at my age, I might as well cling onto this part of my childhood. That was the whole point of this yearly experience. Some things, I just didn’t want to let go of, even though I was expected to.

Santa ate the cookies, looking pleased. Then, he gulped down the milk, but he made an awkward and pensive face. He sighed, shaking his head. “I think I know why this milk tastes a bit funny.” He didn’t sound mad, though.

I pursed my lips, trying my hardest to suppress a giggle. I was so naughty this year!

A Brotherly New Year’s

Posted on February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

Now that Dane is eighteen, he’s ready to meet his first hookup in hopes of losing his virginity. And what better way to celebrate New Year’s Eve? Of course, the faceless hookup, whose hot body is suspiciously familiar, will never be as special as Dane’s big brother, Dalton.

Dalton is the love of Dane’s life, and he’s the one whom Dane wishes he could give his all to, including his virginity. Dalton is shunned by the family, and Dane isn’t allowed to associate with him.

But what happens when the faceless hookup turns out to surprise Dane in the most pleasant way? Maybe a secret reunion can change his life forever. Maybe it can prove that a “deep” bond that goes all the way can make for a strong and healthy brotherhood.

A Brotherly New Year's is a 6,200-word short story.

“Look, Dane. Your mother and I just don’t want you to be like your brother now, okay? Dalton is a lost cause. Two years out of our lives and counting, and you won’t be an exception if you screw up.”

Why did Dad have to bring that up now? Even though my parents refused to give me the full details, I doubted that anything could ever change the way I saw Dalton.

Mom glanced at the clock. “Well, the countdown is in an hour, so please come back in time.”

I gave her a nod. “I will. It’s not like I’ve ever missed a countdown with the family.”

“Have a good time, son,” Dad said with a smile that looked like a mix between proud and cautious. Hopeful?

I waved goodbye and stepped out in a nice salmon-colored button-down tucked inside a pair of olive-green khaki shorts. Complete with my designer boat shoes, I was confident enough to know I looked decent, but would it be obvious that I was wealthy? I tried not to worry about it too much, instead relaxing and keeping a positive mind while the nerves of my first hookup bubbled up a little.

Surrounded by fields and woods, I felt at peace. The cool night breeze put a smile on my face, and I was glad our winters largely felt like summer, since Christmas was commonly associated with snow. The starry sky looked beautiful as always. Crickets were the only sound out here this late at night, sometimes a rodent or two depending on where I walked.

I turned on the flashlight from my phone and lit the way down the gravel road where I’d meet the man parking farther ahead. Now was when my heart really started racing because of how bold I was, especially doing something so illicit behind my parents’ backs, but I’d been horny and curious long enough. In fact, I’d had fantasies of having sex with guys for a few years, only it hadn’t been until now that I’d felt ready to try it.

Most of those fantasies included Dalton. I’d never forget how he used to always leave the bathroom door cracked open whenever he’d taken a shower, allowing me to creep inside for a quick and careful peek. He was so beautiful that he could be a model. He had blue eyes like mine (but so much prettier), a chiseled face that looked a bit older because of the scruff, and blond hair that was cut short. What I’d give to belong to him and only him. I’d marry him if possible because I knew deep down that my feelings for him weren’t just sexual.

God, I missed my brother so much…

A parked car with the headlights off appeared from a distance. It had to be the man. Who else could it be? No one in town did that. Also, the car wasn’t even a luxury model, so he was clearly not from the area.

I kept walking a little faster until I reached the car. I peered through the window to capture the silhouette of a man.

He opened the door for me.

Panting, I reluctantly got in and shut it. My heart pounded, and my hands trembled while I turned off the flashlight with jittery hands. It was now pitch-dark and dead silent.

He gently shushed me and pulled me into his arms, and the touch of his clothes confirmed he wore and tank top and shorts. “I promise you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you.” Huh? That deep and soothing voice, sending electricity down my spine and making my dick hard, sounded eerily familiar. Sure, it was nice to finally hear it, better than I’d imagined, but I was also confused.

No, it couldn’t be!

I started relaxing fast the more he cuddled with me, and I really liked his clean, manly scent. There must have been an air freshener in here, too. Cherry?

“Hi,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing.

“Shy now?” He chuckled.

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine.”

God, that voice and even the chuckle. But there was no way. No way at all. Right?

I faced him, and even though I couldn’t see his face, touching it made me think of him as hot. His clean-shaven skin felt nice, neither smooth nor rough. But I really wanted to see him. His familiar voice burning into my memory demanded it. “Can I see your face?”

“As long as you promise not to step out of the car when you see it.”

“I promise.” Why would I do that, anyway? I was sure he was hot. The real question was if he was who I thought he was.

He flicked on the light above us, and I froze. “Surprise, little bro.”

Silent Night, Unholy Night: A Taboo Tale of Brothers and Cousins

Posted on February 18, 2023 by indieerotica

Eighteen-year-old John is the middle of three brothers who look like triplets but aren’t. John is especially close to Jacob, the oldest, while Jared, the youngest, has a bit more distance and is more focused on his serious girlfriend. The family is devoutly Christian, and the house rules are so religious that not even masturbation is allowed. Of course, that doesn’t stop John from doing it, and it also doesn’t stop his mind from wondering if his brothers do it, too, particularly Jacob.

It's Christmas, and twin cousins, Peter and Paul, are staying for the holiday weekend. The house is quiet because everyone is asleep. However, John can’t sleep and decides to take care of business in the bathroom. He notices that Jacob isn’t in their shared bedroom, and Jared is deep asleep in the top bunk. Jacob didn’t even say his special goodnight phrase like he does every single night, something that’s reserved for John. Where could Jacob be?

As John quietly steps out of the room, a series of unfamiliar sounds come out of the guestroom where Peter and Paul sleep. Could Jacob be in there? But they aren’t just any sounds; they’re the sounds of fornication, strong enough to lure John into listening as a private audience with a curious hand. These taboo sounds confirm that rules are meant to be broken, and John quickly learns that a silent night can unexpectedly turn into an unholy night.

Silent Night, Unholy Night is a 5,700-word short story.

As I quietly got up, I noticed Jacob wasn’t there from what I could make out through the moonlit window. Hmm, that was strange. It was silent at home, save for a mild cacophony of crickets and the others snoring, so that explained why I couldn’t hear him snoring. Since everyone else was asleep, I wondered where he could be. Maybe he’d gone out with our twin cousins, Peter and Paul, who were staying here for the holiday weekend. The four of us were around the same age, so we’d always been close and shared similar interests. What I felt for Jacob, I felt similar for both cousins.

I tiptoed across the room to make as little noise as possible. I carefully opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway, the carpeted floor making it easier to remain silent. Mom and Dad were deep asleep by the faint sounds of their snoring. Their room was to my left where the bathroom was, so it was safer for me to masturbate at this time because of no interruptions.

As I was about to go to the bathroom, breathy sounds coming from the guestroom down to my right captured my attention. I lowered my eyebrows because it sounded like the bed was squeaking. I tiptoed toward the door and leaned closer with my ear facing it. My eyes bulged in shock because it sounded like a series of hard breaths. But they weren’t the kind people made when exercising. They were the kind that sounded…sexual?

A few gentle moans made my penis twitch, followed by a shush. The sound of friction came next, and I got even harder. Who was in there with Peter and Paul? Was it Jacob? There was no girl in the house besides Joanna, and the noises sounded masculine.

“Ungh, don’t stop,” one of them whispered in a deep tone.

“Yeah, take it in both ends,” whispered another one in a deeper voice.

Spying On My Kid Brother

Posted on November 25, 2022 by indieerotica

At twenty-four, Henry is adventurous for being a skinny nerd. But after breaking up with his fiancée, he’s not sure if he’s lucky enough to have the kind of hot and kinky sex he prefers, even if he’s well-endowed enough to impress any horny hookup. That is, until he discovers a secret perk of installing security cameras in his house.

Henry’s barely legal brother, Charlie, is staying over for the weekend. He’s a himbo jock in high school who’s both straight and hot. Charlie may or may not have forgotten about the camera in the guestroom he’s in. But when in private, he definitely hasn’t forgotten how to behave like a naughty little boy whose sexuality is highly questionable.

For Henry, being a voyeur instead of physically involved not only satisfies his kinky desires, but it will also get him to see his kid brother in a whole new and horny light.

Spying On My Kid Brother is a 2,200-word short story.

Holy shit!

I couldn’t believe it. I was in bed late at night, naked with my phone and earbuds. I lifted my glasses from sliding down my nose every so often, my head lowered in focus as I watched something I shouldn’t. With my fist around the shaft of my nine-inch dick, I slowly stroked to what was essentially live porn, stopping every so often. What was wrong with me? I tried hard not to masturbate to what the camera revealed: an illicit act coming from Charlie, my barely legal brother who was all grown up like a fully developed jock.

After a neighbor’s rebellious teen son had stayed here for a few days a while back, he’d stolen from me, prompting me to install security cameras in every room of the house except for the bathrooms.

Little had I known what I’d catch just by turning on my phone’s cam app and switching to the guestroom. Charlie was staying with me for the weekend, and what a weekend of discovery. It was only Friday night, and I wondered if I’d get to see this again tomorrow night.

I was nothing like my kid brother, except for being smooth, and having the same brown hair and brown eyes. My flat-assed twig of a body and boyish face made everyone think I was the younger brother, and it didn’t help that Charlie was taller than me. But I had a much-bigger dick than he did, by the looks of it. Our other major difference was the fact that I was a geek who looked like a typical nerd—proudly so—while he was kind of a himbo.

But why was he doing this to himself? He was supposed to be straight. He’d had girlfriends and was on the football team at the small-town high school here in northern Wisconsin. Yet there he was in the lamp-lit guestroom, caught on cam.

Charlie ground his big bubble butt against the thick dildo that was suctioned to the wall, plowing himself like a horny bottom I’d seen many times on porn—except hotter. He sucked on another thick dildo while jacking himself off with his other hand, both holes stuffed. Every sound he made was crystal clear, from his horny breaths to the occasional moans he let out, erecting my leaking dick even more.

A Brotherly Halloween

Posted on October 27, 2022 by indieerotica

It’s Halloween. Teen brothers, Liam and Lyle, have family over from out of state, leaving them to share a bed. Since they’re only a year apart, they’re pretty close. So close, in fact, that they touch each other in the way blood-related brothers are forbidden to do.

It turns Liam on whenever twinky Lyle roleplays as a submissive girl who needs to be owned, even though Liam continually tells himself he’s straight. His brother gives him the kind of submission his girlfriends never could.

Five years later, it’s Halloween again. And Lyle is back home from graduate school, ready to reconnect with Liam after drifting apart. Lyle is now so sexually experienced that he revels in being a dirty slut. He also hasn’t let go of his cross-dressing fetish as he continues to wear skirts and panties, and being a twink with a boyish face makes it more convenient to fool anyone.

But no matter how many hot men Lyle can get lucky with, his heart will always belong to Liam, the real love of his life. Unfortunately, Liam has a new girlfriend, so he seems to have moved on from their naughty past.

Or has he?

Now that the two brothers are finally home alone, they find themselves in a familiar situation. This time, however, the sexy games they played in the past just might prove that they were an appetizer to what could be the main course.

Dessert included.

A Brotherly Halloween is a 7,500-word short story.

For all of Halloweekend, we had extended family here who had just come from out of state, so the house would be full for the next few days. I shared my bed with Lyle because it wasn’t that big for our two uncles, and we were the only teens, so it made me feel more comfortable. Our uncles slept on an airbed, while all the other rooms were occupied—all women in Lyle’s room. I was used to the sleeping arrangements since they had all been coming here several times a year for as long as I could remember.

Lyle finally returned after taking forever, like a typical girl, probably making sure he was clean back there. The moment he crawled into bed on my right side, my dick grew. Just like plenty of other times, it would happen again tonight. We just had to wait until our uncles fell asleep, which wasn’t too long.

God, my own brother whose blood we shared, both created by Dad’s sperm and popped out of Mom’s vagina. The weird thing was that I didn’t even think about guys in a sexual way. I didn’t get what was so attractive about them. I’d tried watching a few gay porn videos and had been nauseous and really grossed out—that was my answer.

Girls, though? So hot, especially the barely legal teens in porn who looked like sexier versions of the girls at school. But girls were much harder to have sex with here in our conservative Christian town. I wasn’t even sure if Erin wanted to have sex before marriage after she’d recently expressed wanting to get closer to God. I still felt something for her because she was my special girl, but I was horny and really needed to get off.

Our uncles finally snored away, and Lyle pushed Erin’s jack-o-lantern-themed panties down to his knees—one with a carved face printed on the back—and flipped around on his stomach, keeping his green T-shirt on. No one knew I’d stolen a few panties from Erin’s dresser when I’d once been in her room while she’d had to use the bathroom, just for my brother. My heart had pounded hard, but I’d gotten lucky and hadn’t been caught. I’d never do it again, but I didn’t have to anymore.

Lyle started humping the bed in a feminine way, unleashing his true mannerisms that no one but I knew about. No one ever suspected him because he’d been on the high school baseball team and was fairly masculine in front of everyone.

There was nothing but silence between us for a little while except for his small, clipped breaths from the humping. This was our little “game” that led to more. It always started like this.