0 comments/ 29878 views/ 1 favorites A Diamond In The Rough By: Oceans_minx She was His whore and that that was what He desired from her. She was His property, just as if He had purchased her at a store—a fine jewelry store, He said, because certainly she was a diamond in the rough; beautiful, rare, without flaw, but hidden beneath a neglected exterior—she had not previously been valued and therefore did not know her own worth. She needed polish. He vowed to polish her to His satisfaction, and did so, on a daily basis. Sometimes the lessons were harsh. She cried. But her tears did not stop Him. He knew what she needed. He knew how to take her there, and He did not care how much it hurt. Besides, when He used physical punishment on her, it made Him feel so good. That was all that mattered to either of them. She loved to learn from Him. She could sit curled up at His feet and listen to Him forever. She loved when He instructed her in all things. She felt as if He were the smartest man on Earth. He was chiseling His jewel into someone who would shine in any setting. She loved His attention so much that she welcomed the pain. She knew the pain He inflicted moved Him—she knew it affected Him in a deeply sexual as well as a deep emotional way, and therefore she longed to feel His pain. Her entire life was focused on His pleasure. Everything that she said, everything she did, her every thought -- all devoted to Him. His needs were paramount. Hers were secondary, if they mattered at all. Her soul was entwined with His. He loved the way her submission made Him feel. His control of her gave Him such intense pleasure; physical, sexual, emotional. His dominion, His supreme authority over her was intoxicating. His control of her was complete. She would do whatever He wanted, whenever He commanded her. She would not question Him, but would immediately do whatever He wished, no matter how painful, how degrading, how humiliating it might be. And oh how He loved to humiliate her. It was when she was in her lowest, most humbled state that she was ripe for learning. At those times He was able to pick her up from her pain, fill her, heal her, take all her sorrows—all the sadness from her past and fill her with joy, knowledge, relief. She was truly His pet. Ahhh how every man dreams of having a pet who will be completely obedient—man's best friend is not his dog, it is His whore. To have a pet who is His whore AND also willing to be His puppy was the most erotic thing on Earth, of that He was sure. His collar adorned her neck. She wore it proudly at all times. Sometimes He attached a leash and led her by this leash, although she was always attached to an invisible leash anyway, and followed Him willingly and joyfully. "My pet, serve Your Master's dinner." He said to her. Immediately she went to the kitchen to prepare His meal. When it was ready, He said, "I will eat in the dining room tonight, bring my food there." She complied, and when He sat down at the table, she stood by silently, waiting for Him to instruct her. Would He ask her to sit with Him? Sometimes He did. Other times He made her stand to the side and watch Him enjoy His meal. "Kneel here on the floor, puppy slut." He said. She felt the color rise to her face. It embarrassed her so much to be treated like a dog. And yet it gave her Master great pleasure to see her humbled in such a way. With a very red face, she knelt on the floor by her Master. He picked up her leash and set it across His lap. Sometimes He would ignore her and concentrate on eating His meal. Other times He would glance at her in her submission, her humiliation complete. His cock would become instantly hard as He considered His power over her. He had the power to turn her into His bitch. It was an incredible feeling to rule the world, one person at a time. He picked up her leash and jerked her head up until she was looking directly into His eyes. He said, "Open your mouth, bitch." He reached onto His plate, picking up a piece of fish and held it 8 inches or so from her mouth. He dropped it into her open mouth and she caught it, chewing it for His pleasure. His hand reached out to pet her head. "Good little bitch." He crooned. She loved to hear Him call her a good bitch. It made her incredibly wet. "Are you thirsty, pet?" He asked? "Yes, Master, i am thirsty, Sir." She replied. He pointed to a bowl of water He had placed on the floor. "Drink, whore." He commanded. She looked at Him, her shame complete, and crawled to the water bowl. Leaning down, she lapped at the water with her tongue, drinking her fill. He continued this game of feeding His slut bitch for awhile longer, until His engorged cock began to get uncomfortable. He said, "Your Master needs your mouth, bitch." She got up on her knees and began fumbling with His zipper. "No hands, cunt, dogs don't use hands." He said. She reached up with her mouth and pulled His zipper between her teeth, pulling it down slowly, carefully. She pulled His pants back with her teeth, exposing His cock head. "Lick it." He commanded. She touched it with the tip of her tongue and began swirling her tongue around and around the head, sticking just the very tip of her tongue in the hole. He became impatient and pulled His cock out for her. "Now, bitch, suck your Master's cock." She pulled His cock halfway into her mouth and began sucking. He groaned deeply and reclined in the chair, enjoying the incredible feeling of her hungry, sucking mouth on His swollen cock. He began to move His hips against her mouth and then grabbed her hair, entwining it in His fingers. He pulled her head down hard on His cock and pushed it into her throat. He was relentlessly reaching for her esophagus with the tip of His cock. She began choking and gagging, unable to breathe. "Relax that throat, whore, or I will relax it for you." He said. She struggled to comply. Suddenly His cock broke thru the constrictive barrier and pushed deeply into her throat. He held her head down hard, ignoring her desperate need for oxygen. His need for relief was greater. They both knew it. He began fucking her throat hard and deep, using it without any thought for her comfort or her oxygen. She was His toy and He would play as roughly as He wanted to. He would not let her forget that she was His property. His cock began to swell in her throat. She braced herself for the inevitable firing of His cum into her throat. He seized her by her hair and held it in His fists as His cock began to pulse and throb, spurting His semen down His whore's throat. She gulped and swallowed His gift to her and held His cock in her mouth until the spasming stopped. He pulled her head off and kissed her forehead. She sat back on her heels and bowed her head. After a few seconds she looked up at Him with adoration, meekly saying, "Thank You, Master, for the honor and privilege of eating Your cum, Sir." He smiled, and pulled her onto the chair next to Him, saying, "You are very welcome, sweet pet." Now Your pet has to go to work all wet and horny. I love You. mary A Diamond in the Rough A few years ago my life was turned upside down by the worst scenario I could imagine. My father died of a heart attack at 46. That's right 46. It was a shock to everyone. He was in good shape, ate well for the most part, and aside from a little extra weight, was a fit, healthy man as far as we knew. That little idea was shattered of course when he passed suddenly one night. Now, it was just my mom, my brother and I trying to cope. Times were hard. We had some money from his life insurance, but it was just enough to make it so we weren't totally struggling. At the same time though, college seemed like a foolish dream without me working my ass off for most of my senior year. I worked six days a week to get enough to cover what I had to pay out of pocket despite the huge loan I had to take out. That being said, I did it. I got into college, and had some money to spend, not much, but enough to eat. Mom was proud that I was able to work around my financial problems and keep up decent grades. I wasn't the valedictorian by any means, but I did well. The world however doesn't give out any "hard worker" awards and an animation degree didn't have the lucrative income I was hoping. Not straight out of school anyway. So there I was, 24 with a degree and a massive debt to prove it, living back at home with my mom and little brother. Not the best situation I could've hoped for. For the time being though, I had no other choice. I did manage to get back with the company I worked with as a teenager and even got a manager position. It was the most I had ever made and I was just pleased to make my first loan payment. Again, not the best situation, but it could have been worse I suppose. My brother, for an example, was out of high school now, and had been working in retail for the last year. No aspirations for college apparently. He didn't have quite the same drive in the face of adversity that I did. If something seemed too hard, he would look for an easier avenue. To an extent, I actually envied his "why take the path of misery" attitude. I mean, he'd worked long enough that he had some money saved up, nothing that would get him an apartment, but something saved nonetheless. Plus, he had no debt. In fact, the more I think about it, the more it seems he may have been the smarter brother. Overall he was a good kid. He use to get picked on a lot and I think it may have hurt his confidence quite a bit. I tried to look after him as best I could, but, being 5 years older than him, there were only so many instances where I was actually around to watch his back. He was one of those smaller kids. You know, the type of kid that's skinnier than the other guys, not athletic at all, an easy target for the alpha males. I know high school was rough on him. He never had a girlfriend and wasn't the most out going. Oddly, he had lots of girls for friends. He actually seemed rather popular amongst them, but never got any dates. I always thought that was odd. I figured once I moved back in, since he was older, we could hang out a bit. Maybe I could help him get a date or two under his belt. The big brother in me I guess. I suppose I wanted to "protect" him again in a sense. Bring a little bit of normalcy back into my life while I figured out what the hell I was going to do about my bills. So there we were, all the kids at home, with a doting mother making us dinner. It wasn't great, but it was better than nothing. So one night we're all eating dinner, mom, as usual, whipped up some chicken dish, rambling on about our days. After dinner, mom straightened up real quick and told us she had to get to bed early because she had to leave early for work. I took the time to try and catch up with my brother. We all ate together pretty often, though we didn't have a ton of time to do the whole brother thing with us both working a lot. So we start off with the basic chit chat. I asked how things had been with me off at school, that sort of thing. "I've been pretty good for the most part. Mom actually started seeing someone for a little while." "Wow, I assume that didn't go so well" I responded. "Well enough I guess. I just don't think mom's ever really gotten over losing dad." "Yeah, it was a shock to everyone. I don't think she's ever really going to be able to deal with that. So how have you been?" "Pretty good. Managed to graduate, and I have a job, so things are better than they could be." "Yeah man, I'm glad you got yourself working after school so quickly. It's easy to finish school and just get stuck doing nothing." "Well, I'm not lazy, I would rather just make things relatively easy on myself" he said with a laugh. "I'm starting to think that's the best way to go. I got the debt looming over my head and I'm in no better situation than you are. Shit, you're probably better off actually." He chuckled and got up to clean his plate. "So, have you found yourself a girlfriend?" I asked. "Uh, no actually. I haven't bothered to look I suppose." "Well, I'm sure you'll find someone." I got that answer I thought. At least he didn't seem too broken up over it. I guess there just wasn't much aspiration in it for him. With that I got up to clean my plate and we had a bit more idle chit chat before leaving the kitchen. We sat in the living room for a bit watching TV, laughing and joking around, but the looming responsibilities of the following day started to fill our heads with thoughts of obligation and we shuffled upstairs to our respective rooms. I however had no intentions of going to sleep. It had been a couple months since I had a girlfriend and my prospects for getting laid weren't the best, so I switched on my computer and searched the net mindlessly rubbing my dick until I could find something satisfactory. I was never one for the mundane porn. I always liked more off the wall stuff. Porn for me was like a drug. I found thing I liked, jacked to it incessantly, then got bored of it and had to find something more. From soft-core to hardcore, girl-girl to girl-girl-guy, midgets, gay, shemales and all sorts of fetishes in between. Short of illegal stuff, I had basically seen it all. I would rub my flaccid dick until something was kinky enough to rouse me. It was sort of like a treasure hunt in a way. I would poke through dozens of thumbnails seeing what the internet had to offer. I would always find something, but the severe lack of physical contact was taking its toll. I opted for the personal ads eventually. Now I had never actually gone through with any of casual encounter stuff before, but I was getting desperate and the pics were quite useful from time to time. Just knowing that it was a real person on the other side made it a bit more fun for me. Eventually this too would become old hat. I didn't often do more than some erotic chat with most of these people, but girls became mundane, and my need for something more took over. I decided to take a shot at looking up the transgender/CD profiles. This was brand new ground for me. I had jacked it to trannies before, but this was different. This was the possibility of actually fucking a chick with a dick. The thought was incredible, and kept my attention for a while. There were also a surprising number of profiles to look over too. On one fateful night, that would rock my world for a third time in a few short years, I came across one profile that stood out like a sore thumb. It took a while to figure it out though. The "woman" in the photo was slender, pretty feminine overall, easily passable and hot enough to get me hard. There were four photos. In the first, she was wearing a short black skirt, ending just under the ass from what I could tell, with a black undershirt covered by a green button up shirt knotted over her stomach. Her eyes had a black bar over them, which kind of obscured the rest of her face, but he body was looking really good. The second photo was similar. This one was from a different angle though. What an angle it was. She had her back to the camera, bent over slightly with her hands resting on what looked like a counter top. She looked back over her shoulder seductively, though her face was obscured a little again by a black strip over her eyes. Her body, yet again, was the star of the show. Her skirt was short enough that in her position it came up just enough to give a peek at her ass. I could see two little mounds peering out from under her black skirt. Round and full, her ass was quite a sight. Covered only in a pair of green boy shorts that hugged her beautifully, her ass was the hottest thing I'd seen amongst the Transgender/CD profiles. I was steadily stroking my cock at this point wishing I could see more. This girl knew how to tease. The third photo was hotter than the one before. She was now sitting on the edge of the countertop. Her back arched pushing her tiny chest up. Her boobs, as tissue filled as they may have been, were prominent here. Her arms fell behind her, bracing herself and assisting the position of her boobs. Again, she knew damn well how to tease. Perky, her tits were up for display. That's when my eyes traveled down her trim body to see where that wonderful skirt of hers rested. A rush of blood to my dick, and a faster stroke followed as I saw her slender legs slightly parted. Soft, long, and just curvy enough to earn a place amongst any leg fetish gallery, they were a delight to imagine clenched around my body. That however, wasn't what I wanted to see. I wanted to see just how large the bump in her boy shorts was. You can imagine the anticipation as my eyes travelled back up those soft thighs and lingered on the little bump jutting out from the green boy shorts. It wasn't too big, but certainly not too small. I could see the outline of her dick leaning toward her right and stopping just before reaching the waist of her panties. Oh for a just glimpse of that stiff head, I would've given anything at that moment. I was getting close and I knew I had to move on to the next photo lest my seed be spilt before the finale. I click the arrow and my mouth drops. Not only because the shot was hotter than the rest, but because of her face. This one was larger than the others and the bars that were used to disguise the eyes were uniform for all the photos as far as I could tell. This being a larger photo, more of the face could be seen. Here came the revelation. While I still couldn't see the eyes, I saw enough of the face to recognize someone. This hot chick with a surprise so beautiful I was about to blow my load all over my key board was my little brother. As fucked up as it sounds, I kept rubbing my cock, and when the realization hit, I came harder than I had before. Now you may be asking, what was so hot about the photo? Well that's the thing, this photo was no hotter than the second, but his face sent it over the edge. This was just kinky enough to send me into a full body contraction so strong that I can barely remember a time in which I had ever been this satisfied. I sat for a moment, a bit of sweat building up above my brow, pondering what had just happened. I had just found out my brother likes to cross-dress, makes one hell of a hot woman, and I had jerked off and cum to his photos knowing damn well it was him. Further, I came immediately after realizing it was him. This was by far the furthest into a taboo territory I had gone to satisfy my own physical desires. I scanned the thumbnails of the photos for a few moments before I looked at the rest of the profile. "Hot young CD looking for older man to treat me like the whore I am" the headline read. God damn, I thought. My brother wants to get fucked by an older man, and here I am jacking it to him. Oddly, where most would probably freak out and leave that website never to return again, I hung around and poured over the sparse sections of info on him. My only moment of hesitation came when I found my cursor hovering over the "Send a Message" button. What the fuck was I doing I thought. I can't just send a message to him telling him how hot he was and how he produced the best orgasm of my life knowing damn well the photo on my profile would accompany the message. Hell, just visiting his page would result in him getting a message that I looked at his page. How was I supposed to know it was him the whole time? All he would know is that I liked the Transgender/CD , or, at the very least, that I was curious. Reason triumphed, and I opted to leave well enough alone and get offline then. That night I had a hard time going to sleep. I couldn't tell if it was just because I was shocked to find out that that hot chick was my brother, or if it was the fact that I came that hard. I eventually fell asleep, but images of my brother in that outfit plagued my dreams all night long. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well. The next day, groggy from a troubled night's sleep, and an early start, I staggered down the steps to see my mom as she hurried out the door. A quick "bye honey" and a closing door seemed to be all I registered that morning. I wandered into the kitchen and mindlessly reached for some cereal and a bowl. Lazily shoveling cereal into my mouth images of my brother ran through my head. Christ, I thought, today is going to be as bad as last night. He hadn't gotten up yet, so at least I wouldn't have to face him. He had a closing shift, so I would have time to try and clear my head before I had to leave. That didn't work out very well however. Every silly, menial task that morning was on auto pilot as I would get hard following a flash of the pictures from his profile. After grabbing my belt and rushing around to find my keys I was off to work. That day was a blur. Nothing meaningful happened at work. Middle management has that effect over time. I was just going through the motions really. I couldn't get my brother out of my mind. Then it struck me. Since he was working late, would he check his profile? Would he see that I was looking at his? Would he be intrigued? Would he send me a message? Sure these thoughts ran through my head the night before, but some sleep, a bit of food and a few cups of coffee seemed to make me consider the severity of the situation a bit more. This could get bad I thought, or really good. It's hard to say, but I did spend my last hour entertaining the thought that my brother would be as intrigued as I was. After logging off my computer I practically raced to my car. I was dead set on checking my profile when I got home. As I pulled in the drive way, I noticed no one else was there. My brother was already gone, and mom either hadn't gotten home, or had gone out. Sure enough, when I got in the door, there was a note from mom saying she went out with some of the other ladies from work for drinks. Normally, the thought of losing out on a free homemade dinner was a bit of a downer, but not today. Today it was a lucky break. I ran up to my room and turned on my computer. I logged into the site and checked for messages. No messages unfortunately, but there were a few winks. I had never felt as anxious as I scrolled through the list. You see, when you send a wink to someone, you are letting them know you're interested. You get a little smiley of a face winking accompanied by the photo of the person sending it as well as a link to their profile. Most of them were natural women, older as usual, with two from the transgender/CD crowd. None were from my brother of course. What was I thinking? Of course he wouldn't send me a wink. He knew damn well it was me by looking at my profile. There's no way he would express some interest in his own brother. With a bit of disappointment, I searched the profiles as though it was an obligation. There's a little tab at the top called "Recently Viewed". As I looked over profiles, more as a routine than with any kind interest, I would hold my cursor over the "Recently Viewed" tab considering whether or not I should leer at the hot chick my brother could turn himself into. Finally, the need for kink was simply too strong to deny. I clicked the tab and immediately scanned the drop down for his photo. There it was that black skirt, that green, knotted, shirt. It was him in all his feminine sensuality. Again, I scanned his photo, studying the last two rubbing my swelling member the entire time. After leering over the fourth of the bunch, I came again. Just as hard as the night before, my muscles contracted, and I shot a big stream. I swear if it was teaspoon it was a gallon. This time I spent more time considering sending a message or a wink. Of course, he hadn't done either to me, so why should I make things more difficult. I logged off the site, went downstairs and made myself a sandwich. The time rolled around to 9:30 and neither my mother nor my brother had gotten home yet. With nothing else to do, and an early morning the following day, I just walked up stairs and tried to get to sleep. Again, dreams would plague my sleep. Every now and I then, I woke up during the night. I wasn't sure but I could've sworn someone was turning lights on and off. I assumed my brother had another late shift the following day so he was up. Eventually I got back to sleep. I was up around 7 and could hear my mother rustling around. I didn't have time to eat today I had a meeting to get to. Mom and I met at the door, both of us giving sleepy goodbyes as we stumbled out to our cars. At the meeting my mind wandered as it often did at these things. These things are little more than pep rallies. They were more than a bunch of suits patting each other on the back for 2% increases here and there. So, I thought about my brother and started to get hard. Fuck it, I thought, I'm getting out of here. I excused myself, no one seemed to care, and set off to the bathroom. The whole way there images raced through my head. My dick was getting hard and difficult to hide in the light fabric of my suit pants. Luckily, most of employees were in the meeting, so there weren't too many chances to embarrass myself. I got into one of the stalls, slid my hard dick out of my pants and stroked myself imagining my brother in one of his outfits. I've never been all that imaginative, but, I came. I only had a few concrete images to work with, so my limited imagination didn't have much to work from. It was just enough though. I finished up, and sulked back to my dreary meeting. After that ended, I left for the day. There wasn't much to do anyway. Most of us, after meetings, left anyway, so it was no surprise to see a bunch of suits sauntering out of the building a couple hours early after a meeting. Driving home I realized I would see my brother face to face for the first time since I discovered his profile. I wondered if he would say anything. He was a shy sort, or at least, I thought he was. Technically speaking, it was conceivable that I had no clue it was him in the photos, so he may not say anything at all. My mind was at ease for now, though the anxiety came back when pulled into the driveway and his car was still there. I tried not to show any anxiety, I'm a confident guy I thought. I could play this off. I walked in the door, took a look around, and realized the coast was clear. This was silly. I was acting like a teenage with a crush. I shook my head and walked into the kitchen thrilled that a cold sandwich was probably all I had to look forward to. Sitting at the table however was my brother. Realizing that I was pretty much silent, I decided to break the tension. "Hey, what's up man?" "Nothing much. What are you doing here so early?" He asked. "Oh, there was a meeting today. There wasn't much to do afterward, so I just came back here. It's one of the few joys of a salary job. Sucks though when you work overtime and you know you aren't getting paid for it. That's the trade off for days like this I guess." A Diamond in the Rough "I see." "So when do you work? "I'm leaving soon actually." And with that, he finished his soda and got ready to go. I was sitting eating my turkey sandwich when I noticed I was watching him when his back was turned. As he wandered the kitchen throwing away his empty can and putting a dish in the washer, my gaze followed. All I could think about were those photos. I saw him bend to through the can away and I became transfixed on his curved ass. I'd never noticed it before I saw his profile, but damn he had a great. Not large or anything like that, though it was shaped nicely. A smooth curve stood out from his otherwise slight body. He even had a slightly feminine heart shape to it when he bent down. Blood was rushing to my loins and I started to squirm. Then he bent to put a dish in the washer. We had a rather large washer, lots of room for plates and cups. It was actually rather deep compared to others I'd seen. I think it was due to the washer being somewhat narrow, either way it resulted in my getting a show. As he bent down the waist of his pants dipped down just a bit. I noticed a lacy green band as he bent over. My heart started to race my cock jumped as I realized that the underwear he was wearing could very easily be the same boy shorts he wore on his profile. Good lord, I thought, did he wear women's panties all the time? The idea intrigued me and made me take pause for a moment. I was rock hard and he was getting ready to leave. I was a tad disappointed to have seen that knowing he was leaving, but, at least I knew I could jack off in peace when he left. I finished my sandwich, he was out the door, and the house was mine for a couple hours. I ran upstairs and switched on my computer. I logged into the site and immediately looked up his profile. I was surprised to see however that I had a friend request. I was use to this. Normally they would be from single, older women looking for a younger guy. This however, was quite different. It was from my brother. Holy shit, I thought, he made no mention of anything when we talked, acted as though he hadn't even known I had seen his profile, and he's now sending me friend requests. The request didn't come alone however, there was a message. "There are more pics for friends ;)" it read. I was shocked, turned on, and more importantly, curious. My heart raced as I hit the "accept" button. I couldn't believe it, my brother wanted to be "friends" on a website designed to hook up singles. This was amazing. Not only that, he wanted me to see the other photos, the ones only friends could see. These by the way, were normally much hotter, more explicit, and just generally more fun to look at then the others photos people post. After accepting his friend request I was prompted to check his page again, which I did without a thought. What I saw was amazing. Apart from the original four photos I saw, there 8 other photos. In these, he was not trying to hide his identity at all. I suppose, because you had to be friends, he didn't mind his face being shown. In these he had full makeup on as well as a hot little plaid dress with a white button up shirt, the classic school girl look. The skirt, like the black one, barely covered his shapely ass, and the shirt, knotted like the other showed his bare mid-drift which was tan and lean. Fuck he made a hot girl. The first photo had my brother in a pose in which he was standing, clearly showing his high heel shoes. His legs, while slim and soft, were just toned enough to emphasize his tight thighs. Pressing together, his legs were on full display. I could imagine how smooth they must feel. God, how I wanted to slide my hands up and down his smooth, firm thighs. My gaze wandered up his tight little body past his lean abdomen, up his small, pert tits, along his slender neck and up to his pretty face. He made quite a cute girl. He wore blood red lipstick making his mouth the center of attention of his beautiful face. His lower lip pinched between his teeth, he teased all his friends with this look, me included. I wanted him bad. The second photo was the second part of a series apparently. Here he seemed to crawl toward the camera. His thin arms holding up his light frame easily. He continued to nibble on his crimson lip as his head fell slightly to his left. You could see right down his shirt. There wasn't much to see, but the small crease of cleavage excited me to no end. His white skin created a perfect little crease in the middle of his chest. I was getting harder by the minute. Just beyond his right shoulder his shapely butt jutted up just enough to be seen. He clearly planned these shots out. My brother was such a tease. All that could be seen was the plaid of his skirt, but, the two soft bumps separated by a little dip left me wanting far more. After pouring over the image, I moved on to the third installment. Here he was rising up on his knees. Again, his crimson lips pinched between his teeth. His small hands had freed the knot now and were working on releasing the first button. The anticipation I was experiencing was incredible. How far would he go? I moved on to the fourth, and my brother had now revealed a small hot pink bra as his shirt began to fall from his small frame. Resting just below his shoulders, his shirt was on a one way course to a heap around his legs. His head dropped in this image. I could just barely see his eyes, full of desire. What he was working up to, I had no idea, but god I wanted to continue. In the fifth shot, he had turned now. Only a few small pink bands covered his back. He looked back into the camera for approval it seemed as his hands reached behind him. In his right the little zipper of his skirt was held tight as it was slowly dragged downward. His left hand rested peacefully on his hip. The zipper's fall stopped in the middle of his luscious ass. Pink boy shorts covered his curves and I licked my lips wondering what more was in store for me. Hard and wanting to burst, I moved forward to the sixth image. Here he dropped forward, again letting his slight arms hold up his frame as he arch his back and made his ass the center of attention. A gorgeous heart shaped bottom covered only in his hot little boy shorts. If I only I could dive into the screen and give him a playful squeeze I thought. I moved on quickly to the seventh shot, this one further along in a sequence it seemed. Wearing his bra and boy shorts he was sitting back on his ankles. His playful smile teasing me as I looked to his hand resting on the floor, realizing he was holding something. There wasn't enough of it in the shot to figure out entirely what it was. I skipped to the next shot to see if it was meaningful at all. Sure enough, it made my day. In the final shot, my little brother, the one I had tried to protect in younger years, the one I tried to help get a date with a girl, was on his knees, crouching forward toward the camera, with a large dildo in his mouth. The look on his face was pure love for the act. Eyes closed, head turned just slightly to the right, with half a dildo hidden by his red lips. I would stay on this photo for minutes stroking my now rock hard cock. I tried to keep it going as long as possible, but, nature can only be held back for so long. Soon, ribbons of cum sprayed my stomach and legs. God, I thought, that was incredible. Hotter still, my brother wanted me to cum for him. He wanted this as much as I did. Today there was no doubt, I was, at the very least sending a wink. Which I did, soon after wiping away my warm cream, a message was sent to my brother letting him know he had an admirer. The rest of the night was a blur as I could only think about the pictures I'd seen earlier. Would any more come of this or would it simply be a bit of teasing that would just end with me cumming to brother every now and then? I chatted with mom over dinner at some point, but I couldn't tell you what we talked about. Hell, I'm not even sure I said anything. All I could think about was a dildo being half buried in my brother's mouth, and how I desperately wanted that to be my dick instead. He was working late again and wouldn't be home for at least another hour. I ended up chit chatting with mom about who knows what, and eventually went to my room. I had no intentions of going to sleep though. All I was interested in was releasing some pressure from my balls. A few times that night I fumbled around with my hard dick allowing myself to get close to orgasm, than holding back, trying to build up one big shot for my brother. Though, again, you can hold nature back for so long before it simply takes over. I blew a hefty load on my stomach and drifted off to sleep. When I woke, I realized, it was Saturday. No work for me. No need to wake up early, I could just lie around and do nothing. It seems that in my fevered rush to jack off, I had completely forgotten I was off and was left with nothing to do. Then it came to me that unless he's working, I have to face him today. There was no getting around it. Sure, he friended me, and sure he didn't seem to mind what I was looking at. Hell, he probably liked that I was looking at it. Still though, there was a bit of anxiety mixed in still, so this would be tricky. Luckily for me, when I went downstairs he had left for work just a little before I got there. According to mom, he was working a mid-day shift, and wouldn't be back until that evening. The anxiety was gone for now. I ate with mom, had a bit of mindless chit chat, and she informed me she would be going out with my aunts for the day, so my brother and I would have to fend for ourselves for dinner that night. I was fine with it despite a bit of anxiety creeping back into my mind. I went to take a shower as she was preparing to leave. I stood there with warm water cascading down my frame as thoughts of what could occur that night raced through my head. Would we actually do anything? Would this be more than just playful internet teasing? I didn't know, but the thoughts were getting to me. Soon I felt that tell tale jump in my crotch. Blood was racing for the head and was not going to try and stop it. I slid my hand up and down my shaft, feeling it get stronger and harder with each stroke. Visions of my brothers soft lips engulfing my manhood made me moan. Soon my slow stroke became a fast session beating off. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted it right then and there. I even forced my hips back and forth imagining myself behind my brother burying my hard cock into heart shaped rear end I had studied. With a strong shake, my body convulsed, and I released my seed into the drain with the water washing over me. It was incredible. I had to do something at this point. I didn't care about what may or may not happen now. I wanted something more than just jerk off material. I finished my shower, turned off the water and towel in a matter of seconds it seemed. I wandered into my room and switched on my computer from its sleep. I logged into the site intending to send my brother a message, I wasn't sure what the hell I was going to say, but I was going to say something. Before I could, I was brought to a dead stop. There was a message with an attachment. Now, this was interesting. I rarely got any kind of attachment with a message, just general info and occasionally some invitation for cyber sex. This one was different. This was from my brother. The image was brief. It read, "I thought you'd like the pics :). Thanks for wink big brother." Well he obviously got my wink, and already visited the site that morning. Just below the message field I saw the attachment. "For_You.mov" it said. Holy shit! He made a movie, and apparently it was a movie just for me. My brain crashed at that point for a moment. I had to shake it back to life to get myself to click the attachment. I fidgeted as I watched the download bar travel from left to right. "Download Complete" was the message, and I double clicked the file immediately. My mind raced wondering what it could be. The first shot came up. It was my brother, smiling wearing his girly clothes, mouth slightly open as though he was about to speak. The movie buffered completely and hit play. Sitting in front of his laptop, he looked so hot. The anticipation was killing me. My cock pulsed as I imagined what would happen. At first there was nothing but dialogue. In his best feminine voice he said, "Hi big brother" with a smile splitting his beautiful face. "I'm glad you liked the pics. I knew you would love them. After I got your wink, I knew you would want something more. So here I am." With that he giggled the way a young girl does the first time she has sex. Anxiety, anticipation, desire, and willingness to submit to those desires all translated in those few short sentences. "I hope you like it" the dialogue ended. Soon, his hands dropped below his desk, he paused for a moment looking at the camera biting his lip. His hand rose and held tightly within in it was the large dildo from the photos. He set its base on the desk in front of him. His eyes darted from the camera to the cock and back again several times, as though he was asking me if he wanted me to watch him. It was as though he anticipated my thoughts. With a sultry voice he asked, "Want to watch me suck this big brother?" "Want me to suck you?" he said with the sexiest smile I'd ever seen. He giggled, closed his eyes, and descended upon the rubber dong in front of him. He opened his mouth and slid slowly down the shaft. He stopped halfway, turned his head side to side, sucking lightly on it. He raised his head. "Are you stroking yet?" he said. He smiled again, and then lowered his head. His tongue glided down the shaft and his head rose as he made his way back up. His eyes opened on the second pass. He was quite a tease, and I loved it. Up and down he went, looking into the camera, and then as he rose for the final time, he opened his mouth and came down deep on the shaft. He dropped down slowly engulfing the cock falling as far to the base as he could handle. My cock was engorged and about to burst. I stroked endlessly studying every movement he made. I wish my hand was his mouth, and if I got the opportunity, I was going to make that happen. His rise and fall became faster, and he would turn his head slowly as he fell upon the length of the dildo. Soon he rose up one last time and looked at the camera. "I hope you liked that, but I hope you haven't cum yet, because I'm not through." With that he stood, revealing nothing by a pair of boy shorts barely covering his erection. His face was now out of the shot, all I could see was his right hand wandering down his tummy, getting closer and closer to his member. Outlined beautifully, it was incredible. His hand drifted over it, sliding up and down its length. His voice came again "do you like this? You like to see me play big brother?" Hell yeah I did. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. "You want more baby?" he asked. Soon he turned around bent down at the waist putting his plump little ass in my view. He slowly swayed from side to side, my eyes followed each movement. What would he do next I thought. That's when he stood back up, and his slim hands fell to his waistband. He ever so slowly slid one side down, and then followed by the other. The tiny, incremental movements of his waistband transfixed my eyes. I was no longer stroking. This was my first time seeing his ass. All I wanted was to see was his tight little hole. He finally slid both hands down dropping the waistband of his panties just under his round buttocks. It was a gorgeous site. Plump, though narrow, it was wonderful. I couldn't see his face, but I could hear the teasing nature of his demeanor when he said, "You want more big brother?" He leaned forward as he had before allowing me to get a good look at exactly what it would be like to be behind that naked ass. I could see his tight balls just below his plump little ass and it excited me even more. I began to stroke again as he slowly parted his legs. He arched his back and moved his hand to his ass. He smacked it twice, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh made me gasp. His hand wandered to his sweet crack and he spread his thin fingers to show me the object of my curiosity. His tight little hole was on complete display and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in his ass and let my tongue explore him. As these thoughts flooded my mind, he brought his hand to his face to lick his fingers. Soon his hand was back at his ass, his moist fingers swirling around his asshole. I saw him gently press his fingers in as he swirled them around, and then I heard him say something so hot, I could no long control my orgasm. As his fingers finally began to slide into his hole, he whispered just loudly enough to heard, "I wish these were your cock." And with that he moaned as I came. The stream seemed endless. It couldn't have taken more than a moment, but it seemed an eternity. It was as though I just released year's worth of repression. In reality, it was only a few hours' worth of no release. It was amazing however. I sat there, with cum trickling down my hands, some lying across my thigh, watching him. The movie only lasted a couple more minutes but it was great. His fingers slid deep into his ass as he jerked his cock with his other hand. His ass clenched as he finally came. He stood, turned, and showed his cum covered hand to the camera. "That's for you" he said. Then the video stopped.