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Little Bro

By: nerm2k



Hi. My name is Tommy and I'm 18. I am 6 feet tall with an average build. I have wavy brown hair and brown eyes. I can be fairly attractive but I have to work for it. Unfortunately not all the ladies seemed to think so as I was still a virgin when this story took place. I have an older sister who is 25. She has long legs that run in to the firmest ass I have ever seen. She has a flat tummy she loves to show off and perky c cups. She has long brown hair. This is our story.

Well our parents were feeling frisky one weekend and decided to jet off to the keys leaving my sister in charge of the house for the weekend. My sister started as soon as they left. She had me doing her laundry and cleaning the house while waiting on her hand and foot. The first day was coming to and end and my sister had just came out of the shower. She was wearing a white tank top, pink fuzzy socks, and black short shorts that said slut across the ass. I felt my penis harden at the sight of her. I guess she must have seen me staring. 

"what are you looking at bro?" 

"nothing." I said. 

"Good." she replied walking over to the couch and sitting down, "Get over here and give me a foot massage."

With nothing I could say I walked over and started rubbing her feet through her clean socks. As I kneaded the arches of her feet she let out a low moan. 

"You know what little bro? Since you are so good with my feet lets see how you do on the rest of me." 

She proceeded to get up and walk over and lie down on the floor. I straddled her back and started rubbing her shoulders. She wiggled her ass underneath me and that made my penis get as hard as its ever been. I massaged her back for a good half hour while her moans and wiggles drove me wild. Finally with me still astride her she rolled over onto her back. 

"Oh my god bro you are hard as a rock!" 

I quickly got up off of her. "I-I'm sorry." I stammered with my face all red. 

"Go sit on the couch!" I did as she told me. 

"Was it my ass that did it?" she asked and turned around and wiggled it in front of me. "Or was it my pretty little feet?" she walked over and sat on the far end of the couch putting one foot on my shoulder and one in my lap.

"I guess a bit of both I replied."

Good she said while using her foot to stroke my cock through my jeans. "Why don't we take that bad boy out and see what he's made of."

I couldn't believe my ears. My beautiful sis really wanted to see my cock. Well it seemed best not to keep her waiting. I took off my pants and underwear. 

"Well I've seen bigger but not half bad either." She remarked. She took both fuzzy pink feet and started cupped my balls. She took one and slid it up the underside of my shaft. I threw my head back in ecstasy. 

"You like that little bro?" she smiled mischievously. I could only nod. 

"Well we don't want you 'getting there' early do we." she removed both feet. "So how many ladies have you been with?" she asked going cross legged. 

"You would be the first." I replied waiting for blue balls to set in. 

"You're a virgin?" she exclaimed leaping over the couch into my arm. "I always wanted a virgin. We better take it slow though." She said as she straddled me and proceeded to give me a lap dance. 

I reached up and took her firm breasts in hand through the tank top. "No. you have it all wrong." She said She showed me how to pinch her nipples. Then took off her top completely to reveal her bare breasts. "Suck on my nipples little bro." She suggested. I took her left nipple into my mouth and heard her gasp. I started flicking the nipple with my tongue. "Oh god ok I need that cock now!" She got up and took off her shorts and cotton panties. She straddled my except this time she positioned my penis to enter her pussy. That tight cunt completely swallowed my penis.

It felt so good. Totally better than masturbating by far. She grinded her crotch against mine our pubic hair mixing. I was coming close but wasn't sure if she was ready for this to be over. I got my answer shortly. She grabbed my hair. "Oh god little bro, here I cum!" 

we both climaxed together. I guess its time for another shower." she remarked getting up off of me. "come join me we can have some good clean fun." she winked at me. We fucked the entire rest of the weekend and to this day our parents don't know. I have a girlfriend now and we fuck a lot but I will never forget my first.

Little Brother



When mum died little brother Gordon came to live with us, "us" being my husband Andrew and I.

I had only been married to Andrew two years, and like many young couples, we had a mortgage and a few other debts, like paying off the car.

After mum's death the question arose, "Where's Gordon going to live?" Andrew said, "Let's invite him to live with us, Alice. We've got three bedrooms, and he could pay board and that would help with the mortgage."

I saw no reason why we should not take him in. I had always got on well with my little brother, and perhaps I should explain that my "little brother" was twenty-two at the time, and six feet two inches in his bare feet, and built along athletic lines. The "little" came into it because he is three years younger than I am, so when he was born, he was my little brother.

Unlike a lot of brothers and sisters, we had got on well. I suppose you could say we loved each other. Even during the obnoxious teenage years we had not fought, argued or hated each other.

The house that mum and Gordon had lived in was rented, so there was no nice lump sum of money to come from a sale, but Gordon was doing very nicely, financially speaking. Ever since he was a about seven he had shown signs of being one of those electronic whiz kids, and he now went around doing mysterious things for companies wanting to install or upgrade their electronic stuff.

When I put the idea to him of his coming to live with Andrew and me, Gordon readily agreed.

Mum's house had been too big for the two of them, so it was certainly too big for one. In addition, the rent was pretty steep, and as he had been partially keeping mum, when we got down to terms, with both won out. It would cost him less to live with us, and we got something towards the bills.

Andrew and I used the main and biggest bedroom, so we gave Gordon the second biggest room. The smallest bedroom had been optimistically reserved for the baby that consistently failed to arrive, despite the ineffectual efforts Andrew and I put in, trying to make it happen.

I did the room up nicely for Gordon and he seemed very pleased with it.

I was really delighted to have him live with us. Since my marriage, I had seen little of Gordon, despite the special bond we seemed to have. 

This bond had been the source of some jealousy between Andrew and Gordon when I first started to date with Andrew. I was nineteen at the time, and Andrew thought I had what he called, "An unnatural attachment" to Gordon, and Gordon seemed to see Andrew as a rival, even though Gordon was only about fifteen. I had to settle that by talking about different kinds of love and relationships. That seemed to calm them down, but I was still a bit surprised when Andrew made his suggestion about Gordon coming to live with us. Actually, I think he only had our finances in mind.

Gordon settled in very well, and for me it was a bit like the old days when we were kids and teenagers. We liked to talk over old times together, but had to be careful not to do so when Andrew was around, as he felt left out. I didn't want the old monster jealousy rearing its ugly head again.

Of course, jealousy can work both ways, can't it?

So things went along nicely and Gordon was no trouble to have around the place.

After a while I began to wonder about Gordon and girls. He never spoke about them and I never asked, but I conjectured there was a girl, or girls, somewhere on the scene.

Actually, it was a bit more than conjecture. Gordon would go out two or three times a week and not come home until around one o'clock in the morning. A couple of times I had been up finishing off some left over jobs, and when Gordon came to kiss me goodnight…well, I know the smell of sex and women.

Unreasonably, I found that it was me who started to get jealous. I had long ago recognised that Gordon was a really sexy stud. I had reason to know, but I shall let that pass for the moment. My point is, Gordon not only looked sexy, he was in fact very sexually potent, and there was no reason why he shouldn't enjoy his virility, especially, as I suspected, he would be giving equal joy to some girl.

One day about three months after Gordon came to live with us, he was taking a day off. At one stage, he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee.

In hot weather I have the habit of getting around the house bare foot, with rather diminutive and tight shorts, and a top that exposes the midriff, and nothing else.

Gordon made the comment, "My God, sis, you're a sexy woman. Lucky Andrew."

I laughed and remarked, "Habit doesn't always make the heart grow fonder."

"You mean Andrew doesn't like your figure?"

"He did when we first started to…to…When we first started to go out, but he doesn't comment these days."

"He does…er…well, he does have…make love with you, doesn't he?"

"Oh yes, when he can summon up the interest that is about once a week. As you know, we've been trying to get pregnant."

"Hmm. Alice, do you remember some of the things we used to do when we were kids?"

"Yes, and it was a good job mum didn't find out." I laughed.

"Do you remember the time we sneaked up to mum and dad's bedroom and they'd left the door open and crack, and we watched them?"

I felt myself flush at the memory of dad moaning into mum.

Gordon went on, "Next day you said we should play mothers and fathers down in the garden shed."

My flush deepened. I had been about eleven at the time and Gordon around eight. As a result of our game of mothers and fathers, which for a while became habitual, there had been some interesting discoveries made concerning the differences between boys and girls. There was also some experimentation that went on with varying degrees of success in the years that followed.

For want of anything better to say I said, "Happy days."

"Do you really think so?"

I had made my remark half mockingly to try to cover my self-consciousness, but Gordon's question was sincere. I began to think about how I had felt back then.

Had mum or dad caught us we would have been told that we were filthy little animals or something like that. I think for mum sex was always dirty and only did her "duty" with dad…poor dad.

Thinking about it as I tried to find an answer for Gordon, I remembered it as being rather sweet, and once we had learned a little about each other, almost heavenly.

I had always been the initiator of our "games," but when I started to menstruate, I stopped them. Poor Gordon was bewildered and upset and I made some horrible comment like, "I'm a woman now, and you're only a kid."

I looked across at Gordon and said, "I think it was lovely, and we did have a lot of fun."

"Fun! Is that what it was, sis?"

I knew what he was getting at. A lie or a truth stood between us at that moment, and perhaps we had to talk it out now, and not let it hang on in our lives.

"All right, Gordon, it was, or it became, more than fun. That's why I had to stop it."

"You don't know how it hurt when you said, 'No more'. Why did you stop?"

"Gordon, I was fifteen and had just starting to menstruate. You were twelve and I knew very well that because of the way we felt about each other, one day we would do it, as we used to say, 'Properly'. Suppose I'd got pregnant? There would've been hell let loose. Social workers, psychologists perhaps even the police."

"I had visions of dad being interrogated because they thought he'd tried it on with me. Then they might find out it was you who made me pregnant, and you know what that would have done to mum and dad."

"I know you're right, Alice, but I didn't understand properly at the time. All I knew was I loved you and I never wanted anyone else, even at twelve. And nothing has changed in that respect."

"You mean you still…still want to…"

"Yes, I still want to. Bloody hell, Alice, I've had plenty of girls, but I'm always looking for you in them, but you're not there. You know I've stayed away from you ever since you started going around with Andrew, but that didn't stop me wanting you."

"I was amazed when Andrew asked me to come and live here. One part of me wanted to say 'no' because I would know that you and Andrew were making love – I might even hear you doing it – and he would be having the woman I wanted. Then I thought it had never been like it for you as it is for me. I might get over it by being with you. I came here really out of a sort of bravado. I was going to look my dragon in the face and overcome it."

"And have you overcome it?" I asked gently.

"No, and I don't think I ever will. I think I might have to look for somewhere else to live – get out of your hair."

The things we were talking about had started making me disconcertingly wet between the legs and I was sure my shorts must have been showing a wet patch. Even if they weren't, if Gordon was as sharp as I thought he was, he would surely notice the stiffening of my nipples. I wished I had put bras on.

Things had come out into the open, but not everything. I thought I might as well get it over and tell the rest of it.

"Gordon, you are wrong in thinking I don't feel the same as you. I'm going to tell you something pretty awful. When I make love with Andrew, I have to pretend it's you so I can have an orgasm. It isn't that I don't care about Andrew, but he is not, and never has been, the man I really want."

"You mean you want…still want me?"

"Darling, if things had been different, if we weren't brother and sister, I would have moved heaven and hell to get you to marry me."

I wanted to go on, to tell him how deeply I loved him and wanted him, but it felt as if there was a lump in my throat and despite the heat of the day, I was beginning to shiver.

Gordon stared down at the floor and said very quietly, "Oh God, Alice, why didn't you say. We could have found a way…we could have…we could have been together. You should have told me."

I was openly weeping now. "Even if I had told you, what could we do? If we set up house together, mum would have eventually got suspicious, and even if we took precautions, there's nothing one hundred percent certain, and I might have got pregnant."

"Yes, I suppose so. I'll leave as soon as I can find a place."

I couldn't hold it back, it just burst out of me: "Don't leave me, Gordon."

As soon as I said it I wanted to call the words back, but it was too late. I was in a terrible state, lusting for him. I looked across at him and I could se his erect manhood thrusting against his shorts.

I went to him and sat astride him as he sat. "Just once, darling, just once as we always said we would "do it" one day.

"But, Andrew…!"

"He's not here, darling, and mum and dad are dead, so just this once."

I stood for a moment and removed my shorts and panties, then unzipped his shorts. I took out his penis and sat astride him again, then lowered myself onto him.

I felt him enter and as he did he groaned, "Oh, Alice, my dearest love."

The position we were in meant I could not get his full penetration, but I pushed down hard on him, taking as much as I could get.

I thought I must be in heaven. The man I had always wanted…loved passionately. At last, I had him.

I stopped moving and asked, "Is this what you've wanted all these years?"

"Alice…Alice…it's so…so beautiful…but I can't hold back, darling."

"It's all right, my love, just let it go. That's what I want, your sperm inside me."

He seized my hips and dragged me up and down on him, starting to cry out, "I love you Alice, I've always loved you."

I felt his sperm thump into me and wave after wave of tender passion flowed through me with each new thrust. I was close to orgasm, and as Gordan finished his ejaculation, I begged him, "Stay with me darling, I'm going to come."

"For always if that is what you want, my love."

The first surge of my orgasm burst upon me, and as if it were someone else, I heard myself crying out, "Ah – ah – ah". I was sobbing and wanted to tell of my love for him, but I could not form the words. Only at the climax could I scream out, "Oh my love."

As the vibrations of my orgasm began to fade, I remained sitting over him, his slackening penis still inside me. He had raised my top to expose my breasts, and his hands were fondling them.

I gasped out, "Love of my life!"

Gordon made no move to withdraw from me. With Andrew, it was withdrawal almost as soon as he finished ejaculating, then to sleep. It had been like that from the start. I suppose I had thought that all men were like that, but I had not taken account of a love like Gordon's.

I thought not to try his patience, so I started to lift myself off him. He grasped my hips, holding me down on him. "Stay a little longer, my love," he whispered."

I took up his words, "For always if that is what you want, my love."

"Do you mean that," he asked.

"Yes, did you?"

"Yes."

"You won't leave me, then, you'll stay?"

"After what we've just done, and what I felt, I couldn't leave you if my life depended on it."

"Then let's clean up a bit, and after you can take me to bed. I…I don't want us to use the bed I…"

"I know," he said, "we'll use mine. Bit uncomfortable being a single bed, but that might change."

We showered together, and Gordon took me standing, or rather, lifted up, against the shower wall. I felt him go in deeper this time.

When we got to the bedroom he said, "And now, sexy sister, I'm going to do something to you I've dreamed of doing for years."

He sat me on the edge of the bed and draping my legs over his shoulders, he parted the lips of my vulva, then thrust in with his tongue through the inner lips into my vagina.

I had once asked Andrew to do this to me, but he'd hardly started, when he pulled away saying, "That's horrible."

I suppose it's everyone to their own taste, but it did not do much good for my female ego.

I felt Gordon licking my lubricant, and then he tongue flicked over my clitoris, causing me to give a little scream. The wicked man brought me to the edge of orgasm, then stopped, leaving me hanging. 

"You're being cruel," I said facetiously. "You're just trying to torment me. You don't love me at all."

He laughed and said, "There's something else I've dreamed of doing to you."

He came over my breasts and holding one breast to raise up the nipple, he took it into his mouth.

"Oh God, Gordon, that's lovely, keep doing it, don't stop."

I sought for his penis with my hand, and began to flick his foreskin of the crown. He was dripping pre-cum, and soon it was running down his shaft and onto my hand.

Even though I had asked him not to stop sucking my nipples, I felt a certain urgency about the needs of my vagina. Big lad that he is, I shoved him off me, nearly tipping him out of the single bed, got him onto his back and began kissing him. 

Between tongues tangling in each other's mouths, I managed to tell him that he was going to "fuck me to death."

Actually, it was almost the other way round, because I sat across him, determined to get every millimetre of him into me, and dropped down on him, hearing his groan of ecstacy again. 

Having come into me twice in the last hour, he was ready for a much longer and slower coupling. I moved up and down on him, changing the angle of penetration every now and then, to let us both feel different sensations.

We both kept up a murmur of loving words, talking of our devotion to each other. We continued like this for about half an hour, staying motionless occasionally, looking into each other's eyes and stroking each other's bodies.

I was the first to come this time. I felt my orgasm approaching, at first causing me to speed up my movements. Then as the vibrations started to shake me I began to use slower and harder thrusts, calling out to him, "deeper…deeper."

He grasped my hips and on my downward thrusts, he dragged me down tighter and tighter. Everything seemed to be spinning, and at the climatic moment, I gave forth with a tremendous scream, and it was at that moment he shot into me.

Comparisons are said to be "odious," but I could not but recall Andrew's feeble little dribbles, as I experienced Gordon's powerful explosions of semen. It began to run out of me between his penis and the walls of my vagina.

I was in paradise and helpless. "I'll never let you go," I screamed at him. "You're mine, you've always been mine. I love you."

He was mine, and if he tried to leave, to run away, I felt I would pursue him to the ends of the earth. He was my other half, without him I was only half a woman. He made me whole. I wanted to possess him, to meld with him.

As if picking up my thoughts, and while I still sat across him, Gordon said, "You do know we can't stop now, don't you? We belong together as we always have."

"Yes, I know, darling. I'm not sure how we are going to deal with it, but I know we must."

Long after I had drawn away from him, we talked of what we must do. It came down to two main possibilities. First, I tell Andrew I was leaving him, and set up house with Gordon. This would no doubt be terribly painful for Andrew, especially as I would not be able to give him a clear reason why I was leaving him.

The other possibility was to tell Andrew nothing and for Gordon and I to go on making love whenever we could while staying in the house. The question was, could we live with this deception?

After seemingly endless talk we settled for saying nothing to Andrew for the time being, hoping some other way might open up for us.

If this did not completely come about, at least something happened to modify the situation.

Gordon and I did make love at every safe opportunity. Gordon even went so far as to say that he would much prefer a double bed, and if we didn't mind, he would buy one himself. This he duly did, making sex more comfortable for us.

The modification came about when I had to tell Gordon I was pregnant. After two years of trying with Andrew, I had got pregnant, almost certainly with Gordon. That was not absolutely certain because I still had my once a week, Friday night intercourse with Andrew. Never the less, Gordon as daddy was the most likely bet.

"We'll have to tell Andrew now," Gordon said.

I agreed, and we decided that we would both be present when I told him. 

What we hadn't anticipated was Andrew's response. 

One evening when we were all together, I began to say to Andrew, "Andrew, I think I'm pregnant…"

Before I could go on to say what I had intended, Andrew burst out with:

"Bloody hell, at last. I thought I'd never be a father."

He turned to Gordon and said, "Aren't you going to congratulate me, old boy?"

Gordon looked quickly across at me, his face white. How could we say to a happy Andrew, "Sorry, but you're probably not the father"? I gave Gordon a nod, and he extended his hand saying, "Of course, congratulations Andrew."

For some people hypocrisy seems to come easily. Not for Gordan and I. We had to go on pretending that nothing was amiss, and it was so agonising that we were unable to have sex for two days.

Andrew went on, "Alice and I were going to have tests to try and find out if anything was wrong, we don't have to now. You are sure, aren't you, Alice?"

I can't be completely sure until there's been a medical test, but I should have menstruated two weeks ago and haven't."

"Marvelous," chortled Andrew, "let's break out one of those bottles of champagne we've been hoarding."

We spent the evening proposing toasts to what Andrew insisted on calling "Gareth", so set he was on it being a boy. He was so beside himself with self-congratulations he failed to notice his two companions were less than happy.

In my heart, I longed for the baby to be Gordon's, and I could have had tests to confirm or deny this, but obviously, I could not take the risk. If Gordon did prove to be the father, and Andrew found out, it might destroy him – his wife being pregnant to another man, and that man her brother.




Little Brother



"Hey, Danny, come here!"

I drop my book, a ragged old paperback I've read a million times, and head towards my little brother's room. He's several years younger than me, 18 to my 23, and he really looks up to me. It's pretty cute. I've only been home for fall break two days and James has found about every excuse he can to bug me. I head down to his room, which is at the end of the hall from mine, and poke my head in. No James- only some posters (the one of the busty singer in rainbow panties makes me chuckle) and a scattered game system. "James?"

"I'm in the bathroom!"

My eyebrows go up slightly, bemused, and I head back up the hall. He's standing at the sink shirt-less (spreading a very generous portion of shaving gel on his face) when I get there. He smiles wide at me; "You don't mind if I shave while we talk, do you?" I roll my eyes and tell him that- no, I don't mind. He's only been shaving for a few months and I think he likes to show it off. I think shaving is a giant pain in the ass but whatever makes him happy, I guess. "So, I was thinking that later, if you didn't mind, you could give me a ride over to my friend's house... you can hang out with us too!"

"Why don't you drive yourself?"

"Mom and Dad are out with the car."

I crinkle my nose at him; "Argh. Which friend?"

He hesitates; "Uh... Chris."

"I think I'll pass. He looks at me funny. I guess I could still drop you off over there though if you ask me extra nicely." Chris had been my brother's friend forever but the last couple of times I'd seen him it had been really awkward.

"Will you please hang out with us? His parents are out of town and Mom says I can't go if you won't stay overnight with me and chaperone!"

"Overnight?! Come on, James, no way! I need to work on a paper that's due when I get back." He gives me very large pathetic eyes and the affect is enhanced so comically by the huge shave-gel-beard on one half of his face that I cave. "Alright, I guess, but do we have to stay over- can't we just hang for a few hours and then come back?"

"Nah, we have to stay over!" His eyes dart around conspiratorially and he whispers; "He's supposed to have some beer!"

"Oh, dear lord! I'm bringing my book and something decent to drink."

"Thank you, Danny!" He hugs me, completely unmindful of the shaving gel he is smearing on my sweater, and laughs. "You're the best."

I start to have a very un-brotherly reaction in my pants and push James away quickly. "Yea, yea- just come get me when you are ready to go. I have to change now too." 

Back in my room, and blissfully alone, I sigh and adjust myself. I can't believe I allowed myself to get roped into this! James knows that I'm gay, I'd come out to my family two years previously, and he says it doesn't bother him but I had the sinking suspicion that it might if he knew just how often I had un-brotherly thoughts about him. I can't help it- my brother is really cute. He looks a lot like our mom; shorter than I am, and svelte, with one of those annoyingly adorable emo haircuts.

Me, on the other hand, I look like our dad- tall, broad shouldered, and with angular features. I dumped my sweater for a tee and fleece pullover before picking my book back up. I was seriously regretting my decision to give into James but I didn't think I could get out of it now. So, 45 minutes later I found myself driving across town with my little brother in tow. I made a quick stop for a bottle of vodka and then we were on our way to the two-story colonial Chris calls home.

He greets us at the door with a broad smile for James and uneasy glance for me. Well, this evening is off to a great start. I follow them, first into the kitchen to snag pizza, and then into the living room where they set to playing Guitar Hero- very loudly and actively. I sit in the over-stuffed chair and try to read through the din. It isn't easy. I can't help tapping my foot to all the silly 80s songs and occasionally watching them play. I feel pretty old but I'm glad they're having fun. That is until their low slung jeans and shirts start to slide opposite directions. Then I pay very careful attention to my book.

They play for at least an hour before James collapses on the couch; "Hey, let's bust out the brewskies! Your dad did buy us some, didn't he?" 

Chris nods, pushing his hair behind his ear, "I'll go get 'em- they're in the garage fridge. Why don't you guys head up to my room?"

I grab my vodka out of the freezer and then we trudge up the stairs and into a room plastered with band posters. "I told you I weird Chris out. He keeps giving me those looks." 

"Don't worry about it. He's just nervous."

"Why would he be nervous?"

James flops on the bed and shrugs; "Dunno man." but he has a twinkle in his eye that I don't trust. I was about to ask him about it, worried I might get a nasty shock later if I didn't find out what that look was about, when Chris comes in with the 12 pack of beer and some cranberry juice that I'd asked him for earlier.

"Alright guys, this is what my Dad bought us." He indicates the case- it's from a brewery I'm familiar with.

"Actually, that brand isn't too bad but I'm gonna stick with my own stuff. I'm glad you had cranberry juice in the house though, I forgot to pick some up with the vodka."

Over the next hour I drink pretty heavily. I have the vain hope that alcohol, ever the social lubricant, will make my presence less awkward. I wonder if the boys have the same thought because they drink heavily too- considering what light weights they are. We talk about a lot of things. They ask me about college and we talk about the teachers I had when I was in high school. I'm immensely relieved that things finally seem to be loosening up. I go back to cursing my decision to come very quickly when James suggests we watch porn on Chris' laptop. "Oh, god... this is my hell." I make it sound like I'm joking.

"Are you a member of any good porno sites, Danny?"

I mentally slap my forehead; "Uh, James, think about who you are asking."

"Oh, I know, that's what I want- I'm curious."

My brain flat out refuses to process this; "What?" Both of the cute little twerps laugh at the stupid look on my face and I take a long drink to brace myself. I do not want to ask what I am about to ask. "You want to look at a gay porn site that I am a member of?"

James nods happily, drunkenly, and gives me a big smile. "Yep!"

I look over at Chris, feeling completely lost, and am shocked to see him blush. He holds my gaze though and when I ask him if he's down with this- he nods. "Alright... I guess. Give me the laptop." I take another drink before they hand me the computer and then take the plunge. This has to be the dumbest thing I have ever done. I cringe when the site loads- I wasn't even thinking about what it was called... Little Brothers. 

The site specializes in younger looking guys, twinks, and shamefully enough I joined the site because they have a model that looks a lot like James. I have very serious second thoughts- "Uh, guys, maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Nonsense!" James grabs the computer from me and sticks his tongue out- but his smile falters when he gets a good look at the screen. He and Chris look at it in silence for a several minutes, the only noise the clicking of the touch-pad buttons, before James finally looks over to me again. "So... does this site have movies too or just pictures?"

I blink several times. I look down to my empty glass and then over to the 3/4 empty bottle of vodka. I look back at my little brother. "What?"

"Are there videos? And are there any with an older boy in with them or are there only ones with the-" He looks back at the screen for a moment; "-twinks?"

"There should be a 'video library' button on the side and yeah, there are videos that have older guys with the younger guys. You should watch one that has-" What the fuck are you saying? "-Adrian in it. He's my favorite."

I stare at the floor while they watch. I'm too drunk to notice how into it they look. I think to myself that I've ruined my relationship with James. I'm so deadly sure of it that I start to cry. I hate being drunk and emotional but I can't help feeling like I've fucked up so badly that I could wind up with criminal charges in the morning.

"Danny..." I look up to see that both boys have moved over next to me. The laptop apparently forgotten. "Danny, why are you crying."

"I've fucked up, James... what the hell am I doing here?"

He puts his hand on my arm; "We asked you here."

"Yeah, so you could hang out! Not so I could make everything terrible and awkward and force you to watch gay porn! I'm so sorry, Chris. You must hate me more than ever." I wipe at my face angrily. "I hate crying."

James tries to reassure me with a warm smile. "Danny, Mom never told me that you had to chaperone for me to spend the night. I brought you because Chris asked me to." I am so dumbfounded by this that it actually shocks me out of crying. "He's had a crush on you for awhile now."

For the third time in less than hour I have no idea what to think; "But.. you kept giving me those weird looks." I look at Chris, disbelief written all over my face, but he blushes again and coughs into his hand. "You guys.. had all this planned?"

Chris nods glumly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be mad at Chris! It was really all my idea."

I look back and forth between both boys, one on either side of me, and they both look so nervous and wretched that I can't help but laugh. "Oh my god! I have to know- what was next in your evil agenda? So far we've had a gratuitous show of boy flesh, which I now assume was on purpose, you got me drunk, had me hook you up with porn, what's next?"

James shakes his head ruefully. "We were going to ask you to play spin the bottle."

"Spin the bottle? Spin the bottle?" A strong fit of the giggles overtakes me and my laughter must be contagious because the boys start laughing with me. It isn't long before we're all howling with laughter. "Spin.. spin the..." I can't hardly breathe for laughing. "Are you serious?"

After we all catch our breath, and get comfortable leaning against the bed and each other, the atmosphere seems a lot more comfortable. I'm the most relaxed I've been all evening and James and Chris seem at ease too.

Chris gives me a shy smile before asking; "So, you're not mad at us?"

It may just be the alcohol but I'm not upset at all. I feel great- and I tell him so. "No, I'm not mad at all. It's been fun. So... what did you guys think of the website?"

Chris looks really embarrassed and mumbles something about liking the video of the younger guy with an older guy. James simply says he liked it but gives me a look that says he noticed the resemblance between Adrian and himself. I nod- it's about what I expected. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm wide awake. What do you want to do now?"

There is dramatic silent communication between the boys, involving many significant looks and much head nodding/shaking, before James finally speaks. "Oh, good grief, can we kiss you?"

My left eyebrow arches up and I shoot a sideways glance at Chris; "We? Don't you mean Chris?"

James shakes his head. "No, I mean we."

I glance at Chris again, frustrated that I have no idea what he's thinking, but he's looking away. "James... we're brothers..."

In answer James leans forward, his hand on my chest, and whispers in my ear; "You can pretend I'm Adrian..." His breathy whisper causes my cock to spring to life and in his next sentence I lose my will to protest completely. "Although I'm pretty sure you were pretending that he was me..." He presses his lips to mine and when he deepens the kiss, plunders and claims my mouth, I know that he's had some experience.

Chris pulls my face away, climbing onto my lap, and confirms my suspicion that the two boys have practiced with each other. Their kiss is the same. He grinds himself against me, moaning into our kiss, and slides his hands under my shirt. Between the two of them I'm down to just my jeans in seconds. I have the feeling they'll be off very soon though as a greedy hand from each boy is pawing at my crotch- inexpertly trying to stroke me through the thick fabric. "Boys... hey... ah..." They ignore me. Chris begins to lick, to suckle, at my nipples and I forget what I was going to say anyway.

James kisses me deeply again and I'm sure it's his hand that snakes its way into my pants to wrap around my aching cock. My gasp breaks our kiss and he fixes me with a predatory gaze that I read all too easily. He leans in to whisper to me and his strokes on my cock are almost cruel in their force. "You're going to fuck Chris.. and while your fucking him I'm going to be fucking you." Without me even realizing it my pants had been opened and James was guiding my cock into Chris' mouth. My moan rumbles deep in my throat. 

James stands and unzips his jeans. He pulls his dick out of the fly and presses it to my lips. It's nothing short of beautiful and I take it into my mouth with a reverence dangerously close to worship. He fucks my face, grinding my nose into his pubic hair, and groans as my throat constricts around him. 

I grasp for Chris, tugging at him so he'll scoot closer, and begin to stroke him through his jeans. He moans around my shaft and I think: If I'm in hell everybody should be so lucky. Their hands are all over me. Their hands hold me down, they push me where I need to go, and I don't bother to struggle. 

The boys disengage, panting, and guide me to the bed. The three of us are quick to remove the vestiges of our clothes and, naked, tumble onto the double bed together. The fact that they had a plan in place if things got this far is obvious because they move into place without talking.Chris gets on his hands and knees, I kneel behind him, and James is behind me. "Do you have any lube?" Chris only nods, careful not to turn his head far enough to make eye contact, and points to the dresser. His shyness is still unbroken even after having my dick down his throat. 

I ask James to get it for me and then tell him that I'll need to get into place before he can top me. Even with all their scheming in this I am in control because I have the experience. I massage lube into Chris and try to whisper his fears away. "Don't worry. It'll only hurt at first and then you'll be over the moon."

I'm careful pushing into him but he is so tight that I know it has to hurt. It takes a minute but I go in to the hilt. "Okay, James..." I try to relax, leaning forward to give James better access, and wait for him to push into me. It hurts when he begins, it doesn't matter how many times I've done this before, it always does. He isn't nearly as gentle with me. He's in me all the way, and I'm panting, in seconds.

Then, fearing losing my erection, I move. It's amazing. My cock is deep in a warm vice and I'm full of a hard cock- my brother's hard cock. As I move back and forth, slowly at first, I am the impaler and the impaled. I can feel James' fingers gripping my hips as he grunts and groans but Chris' noises are much smaller, effeminate, he gasps and squeaks. My own voice is still. I bite my lip and concentrate on keeping the rhythm without losing my mind. It isn't easy.

James is getting more vocal; "Yeah, I'm fucking you good Danny..." and he's gyrating his hips. "Uhn, I'm gonna cum inside you... you're so tight."

I know I'm close. Even desensitized by alcohol I can't take this level of stimulation for long. So I slide my hand around Chris and start to stroke his leaking cock. My hands are wet with his pre-cum in seconds and he starts moan my name; "oh god. oh god. Danny... yes." 

My vocal paralysis is broken when James slides one of his hands up to tease my nipple; "Jesus! James... uhn... oh god, I'm gonna cum..." muscles lock up all and down my body and my thrusts and strokes become erratic. I hold my breath as my dick pumps Chris full of cum. My chest feels like it's going to burst when I finally take in a deep breath. 

I immediately resume stroking Chris' cock and I stay in him, pushed all the way in, while James fucks me as hard as he can. I think that it can't be long before they both climax. Chris goes first and the noises he makes are the most erotic I have ever heard. He shoots mostly up- coating his stomach, and my hand, in his cum. He collapses forward, his arms too shaky to hold him up anymore, and sighs contentedly.

James is still fucking me and I have a few seconds to marvel at his stamina when he finally begins to cum. His orgasm is short and harsh. He slams into me a final two times and then holds himself there, gripping me so tight it hurts, as he fills me with his seed. He articulates his pleasure with a single, loud, "FUCK." before he pulls out, just as brusquely as he does everything else, and pushes me down onto the bed between him and Chris.

The silence between us is comfortable, perhaps satisfied, and only broken by our breathing. The boys are curled up against me and I wonder what the morning will be like. How will they feel about all this when their heads are sore and their stomachs are sour? I'm not really worried about it though. I think, if they're anything like me, now that they've found a willing lay their gonna want it as often as they can get it. I hope so... because Christmas break at home is starting to look a lot less boring.



Little Brother Gives Good



I remember it as if it was yesterday. It was many years ago now. I had gone to bed about 10pm snuggled into bed next to the ice queen to whom I was married at the time. I slipped into a restless sleep that only lasted about an hour. I awoke horny as hell but I was thirsty. I decided to get up, get a drink and I would maybe watch some TV. I went to the fridge and got a glass of pop and went to the living room where I found my baby brother Danny was still up watching cable. He was the youngest of my six brothers and had come to visit me for his 20th birthday. I sat down on the other sofa and we chatted a bit, but not loudly, so as not to wake anyone else. He'd been staying with me for a couple of days at this point.

As we sat there chatting I kept thinking that I'd hoped he would have been a sleep cause I had sort of planned to masturbate while watching TV before going back to bed. I was really horny so while Danny and I chatted I kind of stoked my self through my sweats thinking that I would finish my drink and go to bed and finish myself off there. It wasn't as if the ice queen would wake up, she slept like a rock. As we talked I noticed that it looked like maybe Danny was doing the same thing I was, stroking himself through his pants.

I couldn't resist the opportunity to razz my little brother, I loved him dearly and it was my duty as his big brother to give him shit from time to time. "What are you doing over there jack-in off!"

"Yeah, well it looks like you are too. So what" Danny replied

"Well I am, but at least I know what I'm doing." I laughed

"Oh whatever, I know plenty well what I am doing." he said

I'm not sure what came over me at that instant but my bravado shifted to something more like homo-erotic curiosity and I couldn't stop myself even if I'd wanted to. But I didn't want to, ironically. "I don't believe you Danny, I guess you'll just have to prove it now won't you." I chided him.

Without saying a word he flipped back his blanket, stood up dropped his pants, sat back down on the sofa facing me with his legs spread wide and began stoking his hard cock for me. I didn't say anything for a minute but just reacted and began to stoke my own in earnest. A few minutes later he said to me, "so what, Jeff I don't get to see yours?" I obliged him by quickly removing my pants and giving him as much of a show as he was giving me. During none of this had it occurred to me that my wife could walk in at any moment or that this was even remotely weird. It was totally erotic watching my baby brother jerking off for me.

In the back of my mind I thought maybe he could jerk me off. I no sooner thought that when he suggested that maybe we could give each other a good jerking off. This almost made me explode right then but fortunately I have good control over my equipment. He got up while still holding his dick and came and sat down on the sofa next to me. It felt oddly strange to have a man sitting naked next to me with his skin against mine. it even felt a little odd that that man was my brother but it felt good. But it felt even better when he reached out and took my cock in his hand.

His hands were so warm and soft. They were stronger than they looked but felt so amazing wrapped around my throbbing cock. As sat there watching and feeling him rub my dick I instinctively reached for his. We were both about the same size but his is shaped a bit more like a cigar. Oh my god it felt so good. His dick was so hard it wouldn't even bend but his skin was so soft and supple. I massaged his member for what seemed like hours in amazement, though I know it wasn't or we both would have shot our loads all over each other.

As we rubbed, stroked and massaged each others cock and balls we made small talk and chatted about how good it felt and assorted comparisons of each others member. What happened next shocked me a little. Danny looks up at me as asks if I've ever had a cock in my mouth. I hadn't and told him so. Then he asks "Do you wanna try it?" this shocked me even more than but not even as much as my answer. Without even thinking about it, I squeezed his cock in my hand and looked him in the eye and said "I would love to suck your dick Danny"

We got up and went to the dining room which was furthest was from my bedroom. I didn't know if or how noisy we were about to get so I wanted to be as far away from my wife as possible so as not to take the chance of waking her up. There was soft carpet on the floor so we lay down on the floor in a 69 position and there I was staring at the first cock that had ever been that close to my face. I had no idea what I was about to do but i was so turned on that I could feel my own orgasm building. As it was my little brother had been playing with me for nearly half and hour when I was confronted with beautiful cock that i was about to suck for the first time.

I reached out and took it in my hand once again stroking it and nuzzling it, taking in the sent. It smelled good, it felt good, and as Danny took my hard dick in his mouth I returned the favor. I could feel the soft velvety skin of his shaft sliding across my tongue as his head got closer to the back of my throat. I had never done this before but he obviously had and so I took my lead from him. In no time at all we were moving in unison and massaging each other balls and sliding our mouths over each others manhood. I could feel my self about to orgasm and it felt wonderful. I'd never had anyone give me a blow job like my little brother was now doing. Seconds later I exploded in Danny's mouth and I was quickly treated to my own mouthful of hot sticky cum as he exploded in my mouth.

I tried to swallow it all as I pumped his cock with my mouth and massaged his balls but to no avail. I had Danny's hot cum dripping out of both sides of my mouth. When he finished I continued to stoke him softly as I lay there in ecstasy. I never imagined that having a man blow me, could ever feel that good. And it was probably made even more erotic knowing that it was my little brother.

"That was great Jeff but you could have warned me that you were about to cum, I wasn't expecting it and you about choked me with that much cum"

"I could say the same to you."

"Yeah well you already choked me with your load so I figured what the fuck, you deserved a load of cum in your mouth" he laughed.

We said little else before getting dressed again and returning to our respective beds, mine next to the ice queen and his on the spare sofa. I slept better that night than I had in weeks and I felt more satisfied than I had in years. That was not the last time we ever exchanged blow jobs. Our affair has lasted years and progressed well beyond blow jobs. Needless to say that boy can fuck! Maybe I'll tell that story another day.



Little Brother



So we went on, Andrew blissfully unaware of the relationship that now existed between Gordon and I, although to be accurate, it was a relationship that had existed since our childhood, and one that we had tried to deny. 

Poor Andrew did not get his son this time; he got a daughter, Rachel. She had none of Andrew's features, but fortunately, Gordon and I shared many facial traits in common like colouring, nose and mouth and so on.

"She looks just like you," was Andrew's disgruntled comment.

Gordon and I went on with our guilty relationship. Guilty because it was the double offence of incest and adultery. Despite Gordon's pleadings that I leave Andrew and set up house with him, I could not bring myself to do this. Nor could I bring myself to tell Andrew about the paternity of Rachel.

Things became difficult when I got pregnant for a second time. We only had three bedrooms, all of them occupied, and the coming child would need a room.

Gordon overcame this by offering to have an extension built at his own expense that he would live in.

Andrew said, "He must like living here for some reason. Still, he does pay his way and doesn't interfere. You know, I wonder about Gordon. He never seems to go out with girls these days; do you think he's discovered he's gay? Then he doesn't go out much at all except to play cricket. Do you think he'll ever get married?"

I replied carefully, "I don't think he's gay, and he's probably the confirmed bachelor type."

I gave birth to "Gareth," and again Andrew said, "He looks just like you. Must be some strong genes in your family."

Gordon was obviously very sexually potent, and although I would have loved to have more babies with him, I decided that it was safer to stop, so I went on the pill.

As I write, ten years after Gordon came to live with Andrew and I, Gordon and I are still lovers. Andrew seemed to lose whatever interest he had in sex after I gave birth to Gareth, which took a bit of the guilt out of my relationship with Gordon.

It is a strange thing, but the children seem to relate better with "Uncle" Gordon, than they do with their supposed father, Andrew. Sometimes I think they instinctively know who their real father is.

From time to time, I get a feeling that Andrew knows that Gordon and I have a stronger bond than most brothers and sisters. He never says anything, but he does still wonder occasionally why Gordon still lives with us, and asks, "Can you think what the attraction is?"



Little Brother's Lesson



Author's Note: This is an extended version of my first story. The feedback I received indicated that buildup was lacking, and admittedly I was in a hurry to get the first story submitted, so for this draft I sat back and tried to write out Cindy and Ryan's interactions leading up to their night together, as well as tweaking a few other bits of the story. Hopefully I haven't made it worse, and I hope you enjoy!

Once again, this is a fantasy; real incest can be abusive, leaving deep psychological scars, and even without abuse, attempts at this kind of relationship can irreparably damage the bonds between family members. Do NOT try this at home!

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Cindy Tyler felt good as she pulled into her family's driveway. She attended UC San Diego School of Medicine, and she enjoyed living on her own, but as corny as the saying was, there was no place like home, and currently, she was back in Los Angeles for spring break.

"Mom, Dad!" she called as she walked in the door. The house was fairly small, so her mother wasn't far away, and she leaned out from the kitchen to greet her daughter.

"Hi, honey!" she said with a warm smile. "Your father's still at work; hang on a second while I get Ryan to help with your bags. RYAN!" Cindy winced at the volume of her mother's voice, but fortunately she didn't have to call again. There was the sound of a door being opened, and a moment later her brother emerged from the hallway to her right.

"Hey, Cindy," Ryan said with a small smile. Cindy grinned and wrapped him in a tight hug, finding herself vaguely surprised at how big he was getting. At 23, Cindy was older than Ryan by five years, so he was still about an inch shorter than she was, but he was certainly not the boy she'd left at home five years ago. Ryan was thin, not overly muscular but fit, courtesy of his habit of running along the beach, and his sandy blonde hair was cut short. Blonde hair was something he shared with her (hers hung down to her shoulders, but hey, it was the same color), but other traits were very different. Cindy had brown eyes, like her parents, but Ryan had gotten the recessive genes from Mom and Dad (homozygous recessive was the technical term) and he had bright blue eyes. Cindy smiled, looking into those eyes. He was a great kid, and she'd missed him. After a moment, to her confusion, Ryan averted his eyes, and that's when Cindy noticed his cheeks turning red.

"Oh! Sorry," she said with a little laugh, as she realized that she'd been holding on to her baby brother a bit too long. "Come on out. My stuff's in the trunk. Don't worry; I won't make you carry too much." Ryan nodded, but hung back a bit, reaching down and adjusting his pants a little. As they walked out to the car, Cindy looked back at him and smiled reassuringly. "It's okay," she said softly, making sure the sound didn't carry back to their mother. "You know, your...reaction there." Ryan blushed.

"I'm sorry," he replied. "I know you're my sister; it kinda does that on its own. I shouldn't—"

"Hey," she said, shaking her head and chuckling a little, "I said it was okay." As she pulled out her first bag, which she knew contained underwear and bathing suits, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Hey, Ryan, you're on spring break too, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Well, after we get this stuff into my room, how about we change into our suits and go down to the beach?"

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It was a good day for relaxing on the beach, as luck would have it. It was sunny, and the sea breeze kept it from getting too hot. Ryan was swimming in the ocean while Cindy lay on the beach towel. Her medical studies kept her indoors most of the time, so now was a good time to work on her tan.

Who knows? I might even catch the eye of some local stud. Cindy hadn't been on a date since she broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. She knew she looked good, with her long blonde hair, clear skin and inviting figure. She wasn't as lean as her brother, but the body fat she had served to accentuate her curves, giving her full hips, a smooth (if not completely flat) stomach, sleek thighs she knew men loved, and generous C-cup breasts. No, it wasn't her appearance, she had just concentrated very hard on her studies since the break up, and her love life (and, subsequently, her sex life) had fallen by the wayside.

Not today, though, she thought. The dark green bikini she was wearing now showed off her voluptuous body to any who wished to look, and hopefully someone would. Cindy hummed, her right hand lazily trailing down between her legs, middle and index fingers running gently along her mound, the pressure transferring deliciously through her suit bottom into her pussy. God it would feel good to have a man do this, to have his mouth on her flesh, to have his hands on her body, to have his cock pumping inside her...

Cindy pulled her hand away. A little teasing was fine, but masturbating on the beach in full view of dozens of people just might be a bad idea. Sitting up for a moment to stretch, she looked out toward Ryan again. He was standing in waist deep water, looking down at something.

I wonder if he has somebody, Cindy thought. Ryan was a great guy; she knew that better than anyone else. Through elementary and middle school, he hadn't been physically coordinated enough to play sports, so he'd been somewhat awkward socially, but he'd always been a sweetheart. Surely in the five years since she'd left for college...

At the sound of splashing, Cindy propped herself up on her elbows to look at Ryan as he left the sea and came to sit on the beach towel next to her. He was breathing hard, and Cindy couldn't help noticing beads of seawater sliding down his tautly muscled chest and abs.

"Why are you out of breath?" she asked. "You only ran like twenty five feet."

"It was cool, Cindy," Ryan responded, grinning like a little kid. "I actually had a shark swim around me out there!" Cindy raised an eyebrow.

"Bullshit," she said. "You wouldn't just be excited; you'd be terrified and yelling for everyone to get out of the water."

"Well, I might have if the shark was more than two feet long," he said, chuckling. "I think it was just a dogfish."

"Well," Cindy said. "When you tell your friends about this, that shark needs to be at least ten feet long."

"Hell, why not go for twenty?" Ryan joked, "and it didn't just swim around me. The beast thought about attacking me, but on its approach, it detected the raw, masculine badass emanating from every pore of my body, and turned away in shame, knowing that in spite of being a giant shark, it would not live to be half as manly as I." The thought had them both giggling, but after a moment the laughter faded and the siblings found themselves simply gazing at each other. Cindy was really taken by how her baby brother had become a handsome young man, and couldn't help thinking about how his bronzed skin looked so smooth, about how the seawater on his body might taste under her tongue...

Oh man, Cindy thought, I REALLY need to get laid. Sure, she had wanted to tease him a little after his involuntary erection back at the house, but she hadn't anticipated her own body reacting like this. Surfacing from her thoughts, Cindy realized that as she had turned onto her side to face Ryan, and he had a good view of the shadowed curves of her breasts, the ample swells lifted and held out for display by the cups of her bikini. Judging by the look on his face, he had most definitely noticed, and there was a growing bulge in his swim trunks.

"So," she said, attempting to get back to something more normal, "Did you ever end up going out with what's her name, Bethany?" The last time they'd spoken on the phone, Ryan had been working up the nerve to ask out a girl from school he was interested in.

"No," he said, his face falling. "I tried asking her out, but I sounded like such an idiot, and she said she wasn't interested. Masculine badass, right?" Cindy gave him a soft, sympathetic smile.

"So it was nerves? Come on, Ryan, you're a great guy. You're nice, handsome and intelligent. Any girl would be lucky to get you. Let's see..." Quickly scanning the beach, Cindy spotted a pair of girls about Ryan's age, a brunette and a redhead, heading in their general direction. "There, try and talk to one of them," she said. "I want to see how you do." Ryan looked anxious, but he stood up and walked over to the pair. She could see him walk up to the girls, who smiled and greeted him. He blushed and fidgeted a little, and Cindy could see him say something, but couldn't hear it. There were what looked like several abortive attempts at a sentence, but after that, Ryan smiled, embarrassed, and waved goodbye to the two girls. For their part, the girls seemed amused, giggling a little as they waved at him and walked away. Finally, Ryan sat back down next to his sister.

"I'm sorry," he said, blushing. "I said hi, but then I couldn't think of anything. I just...I don't know. I just can't talk to girls."

"You can talk to me," Cindy reassured him, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. "I mean, you were just talking to me about the man-eating dogfish you saw." Ryan gave a frustrated sigh.

"It's different, Cindy. You're my big sister; I can always talk to you. I mean, you'd mess with me sometimes when we were little, but I knew you wouldn't really make fun of me or anything." Cindy remembered that herself. There was the usual sibling teasing, of course, but on the occasions that Ryan got picked on or embarrassed at school, she would always be sure to do her best to cheer him up when he got home.

"If I could date you things would be perfect," Ryan said with a bitter chuckle. Cindy rubbed her hand along his shoulder, but there wasn't anything else she could say. After a while, they rolled up the towel, threw their sunscreen into a bag and started to head back to where her car was parked. As they reached the car, Cindy leaned forward against the driver's side door, looking across the roof of the car at her brother.

"Hey," she said, "I'm sorry I asked you to do that. I didn't mean to embarrass you; I was just trying to see if I could help you somehow."

"It's okay," Ryan said, opening the car door and sliding into the passenger's seat.

"Well, you know what? Those girls don't matter," Cindy said, settling in behind the wheel. "There's at least one woman who knows what a great guy you are, baby brother." She reached over and draped her right arm over Ryan's shoulders. "And tonight, that woman is taking you out for pizza!" Ryan laughed, smiling broadly, and Cindy rubbed his shoulder for a moment longer before pulling back to her side of the car and starting the engine.

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Their dinner really did seem to cheer Ryan up. Once they were seated, they talked about how Cindy had been doing at medical school, what Ryan wanted to do after graduation, and about movies they had watched and books they'd read. By the time their pizza was gone and their soda cups empty and both siblings headed back to the car, Ryan was in great shape, something Cindy would always be glad to see.

Back at the house, Ryan retired to his room, while Cindy made a beeline for the bathroom. Stripping naked, she turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, letting the hot water run down her body. Squirting body wash into her hand, Cindy began spreading the lather over her skin, rubbing it across the soft, giving flesh of her breasts, down her smooth stomach and into the V of her thighs, and then let the pins and needles of the shower spray wash it away, removing the remains of her sunscreen.  

The combination of the hot spray and her own gliding hands was causing her body to react; her nipples were hard and swollen, and reaching down, Cindy slid her fingers between her thighs, feeling a wetness that had nothing to do with the water. With a sigh, Cindy slipped a finger inside her pussy.

"Mmm," she hummed, reaching up with her other hand to cup and squeeze one of her breasts. It's been way too long. Cindy contracted her inner muscles, squeezing down around her finger and increasing the sensual friction, and when that wasn't enough she added another finger, curling them upward and stroking harder. Her breath quickened, the heat spreading from her pussy to the rest of her body, and she pinched her nipple between two fingers, tugging on it.

"Oh, God," she whimpered. Her fingers were now slick with her juices, and she worked them frantically, sweeping the pad of her thumb across her clit. She was so close, but she needed something to push her over the edge. She tried to imagine someone else doing this to her, a man's fingers plucking at her nipple, his shaft sliding in and out, the water running off his bronzed skin, through his blonde hair...

Ryan, she thought, and a shock ran through her at the realization that the man she was imagining fucking her was her baby brother. It should have instantly killed her arousal, but instead the forbidden thought sent it skyrocketing. Cindy hesitated for a moment, hovering near orgasm, and then indulged her taboo fantasy, imagining her little brother behind her, his hot, wet tongue licking her shoulder as he cupped and squeezed her breasts, slamming his long, hard prick deep into her, deep where she so badly needed it...

Cindy's pussy clamped viselike around her fingers, a strangled cry escaping her throat as her orgasm ripped through like an electric shock. She collapsed to her knees in the shower, panting and trying to come to grips with what she had just done.  

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On Monday, Cindy found out her parents were leaving.

"Your father's construction firm has a job in Dallas," Cindy's mother said. "He asked if I wanted to go with him, and if you and Ryan don't mind, I'd really like to."

"Oh, it's no problem for me," Cindy replied, "and I'm sure Ryan will be fine with it. How long are you going to be gone?"

"We'll be back at the end of the week. Are you sure you two won't be bored by yourselves?"

"Don't worry, Mom," Cindy answered. "You can check with Ryan, but I'll be fine here."

"Alright, then," her mother said, visibly relieved that she wasn't abandoning her children. "Your father and I will be leaving tomorrow." Cindy nodded, smiling. In truth, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about spending the better part of a week alone with her brother. There was some amount of fear. Sisters weren't supposed to notice their brothers as sexual beings; it wasn't normal, biologically speaking, and acting on those feelings would be outright illegal.

Even so, Cindy felt something else too, something besides fear. It was a sort of excitement, like knowing that something big is about to happen, something that could be bad or good, but whatever it was, it would be momentous.

Well, she thought, I'll just have to find out.

******************

Tuesday evening, Cindy and Ryan drove back home from seeing their parents off at the airport. As they traveled, Cindy looked at her little brother, sitting behind the wheel, staring absentmindedly down the road, and she had that unexplained feeling again: nervous but not nervous. She'd had an idea the night before, when thinking about things she could do with Ryan to keep him entertained, but she hadn't expected the not-nerves to be this strong.

Something big is about to happen.

They could go home, go back to their rooms and more or less ignore each other. It would be boring, but it would be...safe. Cindy's idea would be more fun and, she told herself, it could be a big help for Ryan, but it would be...Cindy didn't know exactly. It would be like riding on the edge of a precipice; it could be fine, but she, they could tip off the edge and plunge into the unknown.

Her heart fluttered. The unknown wasn't necessarily bad. In fact, it might be fun.

Just do it, she told herself. As the streetlights whipped past them, Cindy steeled her courage, composed herself, quieted her not-nerves and looked over at her brother again.

"Hey, Ryan," she said casually, "after we get home, do you want to get changed and go on a date with me?" Ryan started, and Cindy chuckled, grateful that he wasn't the one driving the car.

"W-what do you mean?" he asked, swallowing.

"Well, remember what you said on Friday, about how it'd be great if you could date me?" Ryan gave a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, but, Cindy, I was joking."

"I know, but it does kind of make sense. You seem to have trouble with your nerves around girls, but you can talk to me without any trouble, right? So why don't we go on a date, and I can give you a lesson on how to act around other girls?" Ryan thought about it for a moment, laughed again, this time almost in disbelief, and then answered with obvious excitement.

"Okay, that sounds great!" Cindy smiled at his answer, relieved. She felt her heart speed up again. As the siblings pulled up to a red light, she shifted in her seat, facing her brother.

"Alright," she said, "ask me out."

"Uh, okay." He swallowed. "Would you...uh, if you're not doing anything..." Ryan was obviously nervous, so Cindy reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

"Remember," she said. "I'm not some girl from school; I'm your big sister. I won't laugh at you or make fun of you for how you ask." Ryan smiled, relaxing noticeably.

"Thanks, Cindy." He took a deep breath, blew it out, and then tried again. "Cindy, would you like to have dinner with me?" Cindy gave him a warm smile.

"I would love to."

When the two got home, Cindy ran to her room and looked over her options for clothes. On the one hand, she could just dress casually, keeping things nice and relaxed for her baby brother. On the other hand, this was supposed to be a date; if this was a girl from school, she'd dress to impress. And, while she didn't want to fully admit it to herself, she wanted Ryan to look at her, to really look. Her decision made, Cindy changed into one of her favorite sundresses. It was covered in a red and orange floral pattern, and the plunging neckline showed a generous amount of cleavage.

Coming out of her room, she found Ryan waiting in the front room, dressed in khaki pants and a black button down shirt, and while his jaw didn't quite drop, he definitely appreciated the dress. She could see him mouth "whoa", and the way his eyes caressed her, sliding from the full, swooping mounds of her breasts down to the bottom of her dress just below the knees, taking in the pale skin of her legs...

He's your baby brother, she reminded herself, but the thought that her brother was taking in her body with intense, barely disguised lust sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her nipples hardened, incredibly sensitive as they brushed against the fabric of her bra, and she felt familiar heat pooling between her thighs. Swallowing hard, she composed herself and gave Ryan a warm smile.

"Alright, baby brother, let's go for our date."

******************

They went to a local Italian restaurant. Ryan drove, and Cindy reached over and rubbed his shoulder once or twice to ease his rather obvious nerves. As they walked to the door, Cindy turned to her brother.

"Okay, Ryan," she said. "Here's Lesson One. Always open the door for a woman. Not everyone will want it, but they'll appreciate the fact that you thought of it." Nodding, Ryan opened the door and held it for her. Just before Cindy could step through it, he swung it shut again. Blinking, she waited, and he opened it again, and then closed it again when she tried to walk through, opened it, closed it, opened, closed... Cindy started giggling.

"You little shit!" she said, shaking her head. "That's really the best thing you can come up with?"




Little Brother's Lesson



"Well, I am your little brother," Ryan said, grinning. "Annoying you from time to time is part of my job." Having had his fun, he opened the door and held it for real this time. When they were led to a table, Cindy motioned to her chair, and Ryan picked up on the hint, pulling it out so she could sit down.

"I know these are little things," Cindy said, "and they don't seem like Profound Secrets of Courtship, but thank you for doing them anyway, Ryan. Don't know if every girl will appreciate them, but I do."

"Well, Sis, after you did this for me, I just wanted you to be happy," he replied. They ordered their food, and then they were by themselves once again, the silence stretching out until Ryan leaned forward. "Hey, Cindy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," she responded.

"Why are you doing this? I mean, I know you're my sister and you've got to take care of me, but it's not the end of the world if I can't get a date." Cindy paused for a moment, before reaching across the table and taking Ryan's hand in hers.

"I'm doing this," she said, "because you don't have someone, and you don't deserve to be alone. I know how wonderful a person you are..."

"Cindy, that's nice of you, but—."

"No," she said, cutting him off. "I'm not just saying it to be nice." She paused for a moment, looking down at their joined hands, and then back up into Ryan's eyes. "Seven years ago, I came home from my Homecoming dance just...ruined. I'd caught my boyfriend making out with another girl on the dance floor. I confronted him about it and he said she was more 'in tune' with him than I was, not to mention more beautiful. He told me this to my face. God, I still can't believe it. Well, Mom and Dad were out and you were asleep, but apparently I was crying loudly enough to wake you up. You asked me what happened and I gave you a kid friendly version, and you know what you did? You walked over to me, sitting on the floor, and you gave me a nice, tight hug, and you said 'That boy's stupid. I think you're very pretty, Cindy.' Eleven years old, and you knew just what to say to me."

Cindy felt tears forming at the memory and tried to blink them away. Ryan picked up his napkin and reached out, wiping them from her face. As he drew his hand away, the two fell into silence once again, sharing a warm, intimate gaze. Ryan's eyes strayed from Cindy's face, and she could feel his attention on her body again, her natural curves painted in soft orange hues by the restaurant's ambient light. Again, she felt her flesh heating from her little brother's hungry gaze.

Precipice, she thought. Back away from the edge. She pushed the thought aside. Reaching up, Cindy caressed her brother's cheek, smiling warmly at him. Eventually, Ryan broke the eye contact, blushing as he looked down at the table.

"You know," he said, "I remember that night too. I didn't know 'just what to say' to you; I just knew what was true." Ryan looked back up at her. "I said 'pretty' at the time, but you're...you're beautiful, Cindy."

"I'm carrying a few extra pounds," she replied with a self-deprecating smile, causing Ryan to roll his eyes.

"So you can't look into a mirror and count your own ribs. So what? You look great, Cindy, and you're a great person too." Ryan shook his head slightly, before looking back at his sister. "That night, when I heard how upset you were, I knew I had to do something for you, because you were always doing stuff like that for me. Hell, the beginning of that same year, when I came home from school after one of the bullies gave me a black eye..." Cindy nodded.

"I asked Mom if we could get you pizza for dinner," she said. It had always been Ryan's favorite food.

"That wasn't the most important part," he replied. "After we ate, you curled up on the couch with me and put a blanket around us, and we watched TV together." Cindy smiled, warmth spreading through her as he remembered what Ryan was talking about.

"God, it's been forever since we did something like that," she said. "How come we never do anymore?"

"You were at school," Ryan said, shrugging. Cindy reached out and squeezed her little brother's hand again as their food arrived.

"Well," she said, "it's good to finally be back."

******************

"So," Cindy said as they reached the front door, "would you like to come in?" Ryan laughed, and the two went into the house and sat on the couch.

"Thank you, Cindy," Ryan said, smiling warmly at his sister. "This has been wonderful, and I really appreciated the little lessons you gave me." Cindy returned the smile and squeezed his shoulder.

"Hey," she asked, "do you want to watch a movie together, like we used to?" Ryan paused for a moment, looking almost worried, and then gave Cindy a small, wistful smile.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I'd love to do that again. What kind of movie do you want to watch?"

"Hmm...well, it'll need to be something emotional and touching. You know, a chick flick."

"Right, then," Ryan said, nodding. "Transformers 3 it is." He recoiled, laughing as Cindy whacked him with one of the sofa pillows. "What? It's got romance in it...and, you know, giant robots."

"I will hit you again," Cindy answered, grinning.

"Oh, all right," Ryan said with an exaggerated sigh. "Well, we've got Music and Lyrics. That's a romantic comedy. Would that work?"

"That would be great, Ryan."

Ryan grabbed the DVD and put it into the player while Cindy turned off the family room lights and grabbed a blanket from a nearby hamper. As the movie started, she motioned for her brother to sit beside her, and then wrapped the blanket around both of them. In the dark, with no source of light or sound other than the television, Cindy was acutely aware of the warmth of Ryan's body touching hers. His upper arm was pressing gently against the side of her breast, and the back of his hand lay against her thigh beneath the blanket.

After a while, Cindy felt Ryan's hand move. Instead of just lying against her, it now crept hesitantly up onto the warm skin of her thigh. Smiling in the darkness, she took hold of it with her own hand, but instead of pushing it away, she held it there, pressing it more firmly against her flesh.

Ryan shifted a little, and as the blanket slipped off of him somewhat, it was hard for Cindy not to notice his erection.

Precipice, Cindy's mind warned her again. Back away. Cindy thought about it for a moment, still holding her brother's hand against her thigh, and then made her decision.

Instead of backing away from the edge, she jumped.

Reaching over, Cindy cupped Ryan's cheek, turning his face back to hers.

"You know," she said, her voice low and breathy, "the lesson doesn't have to end here." Ryan looked at her questioningly. "Have you ever had sex?" she asked.

"N-no," he said nervously. Cindy smiled and looked into his eyes.

"If you want, I can teach you about that too." She ran her thumb across Ryan's lips, and he parted them, taking her thumb into his mouth and sucking gently on it. Cindy sighed as she felt the silken warmth of his tongue brushing across the pad of her thumb.

Removing it, she pulled on him, drawing his face closer to hers, but then Cindy saw tears forming in his eyes, and he drew a shaky breath.

"Cindy, I..." Ryan trailed off, backing away from her as fully formed tears started sliding down his cheeks. Immediately Cindy let go of his face and grabbed his hands.

"I'm so sorry, Ryan," she said, getting off the couch to sit in front of him. "I didn't mean to force you." She would have continued, but Ryan shook his head.

"No, that's the problem," he said, pain clearly evident in his voice. "I want this too; I want you. I guess I've been having these thoughts since the beach on Friday. I hadn't seen you since I was thirteen, and now that I see you again I feel...but I can't do this. It's wrong." Cindy got up onto her knees and slipped her arms around her little brother's neck.

"Hey," she said, looking into his eyes. "I felt the same way you did at the beach, and I had the same reaction to it, but think, I mean really think about it. I know it would be dangerous if we had kids, doubling up on alleles and all that, but I'm on the pill, so that's not a problem. I also know that it's illegal, but nobody has to know about this, okay?" Ryan's crying softened, but he was still clearly upset.

"But what about damage? You know, like mental damage?" Cindy smiled reassuringly at her brother.

"It's okay," she said. "If we were five or ten years younger, then yeah, it would probably be abusive and could do psychological damage. But you're not a little boy anymore, and I'm not a little girl. You won't be abusing me." She took one of Ryan's hands and pressed it to her chest, right above her heart. "And I promise you, baby brother, I will never make you do anything you don't want to. If you ever feel forced, just tell me and we'll stop, okay?" She released Ryan's hand and gently stroked his cheek, and he nodded, smiling.

"Thank you, Cindy," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too," Cindy said, climbing up and straddling Ryan's lap. She could still see tears shining on his face, and she leaned forward and gently ran the tip of her tongue up his cheeks, tasting the salty liquid as she swept it from his skin. Ryan gasped, shuddering at the incredibly erotic sensation of his big sister licking away his tears. Finally, Cindy slid her face over and the siblings' mouths met in a hot, sucking kiss, lips sliding against each other. Ryan's arms went around his sister and pulled her flush against him, pressing her soft warmth against his body as he opened his mouth and Cindy rolled her tongue against his. They must have kissed for well over a minute, lost to their senses as they licked and sucked at each other's mouths.

At last, they broke for air, gasping, and Cindy gave her little brother an impressed smile.

"Looks like I don't need to teach you about making out!" she said. Ryan beamed with pride and moved to kiss her again, but Cindy ducked her head and began kissing the soft flesh of his neck while her hands went to the top button of his shirt. Slowly, she spread the shirt open, licking and sucking at his skin as she went.

"When we were at the beach, I saw the water running off you, and I wondered what you'd taste like," she said, pausing to suck at Ryan's nipples, loving the rubbery, faintly pebbled texture against her tongue. "Now I get to find out." Slowly, Cindy made her way down her brother's abdomen, before finally reaching his belt. "Let's see what you have for me, baby brother." As her hands worked on his buckle and zipper, Ryan suddenly grew nervous.

"Cindy...I..." he started, and then closed his mouth.

"Do you want to stop?" Cindy asked. "Remember, we can if you want." Ryan shook his head.

"No, I want to keep going. It's just I'm afraid I might not be...enough for you." Cindy almost asked what he meant, but then it hit her, and her heart ached for her brother. Wanting to reassure him, she quickly hooked her fingers into his pants and boxers and pulled them both off, freeing his erection. She smiled.

"You were worried you wouldn't be big enough," she said, grasping his shaft with her right hand and slowly pumping it. Ryan nodded.

"I don't have any real life experience, but I've read stories and watched videos, and the guys are always eight or nine inches, so I figured you'd be disappointed." Cindy happily shook her head.

"I haven't had a ton of boyfriends, but I've read enough in the medical books to know six inches is normal. You're not a porn star; you're human. Besides," she said, "six inches is a lot easier to take in my mouth." With a salacious smile, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue slowly up the underside of her brother's cock, licking over the glans and exploring the hole at his tip. Ryan gasped and shuddered with pleasure.

"Cindy, that feels so good," he said, looking down at her with something very close to awe. With a final flick at the tip, Cindy withdrew her tongue.

"It's about to get a whole lot better." Without any further talk, she bent down and wrapped her lips around his length. Ryan threw his head back, hands squeezing the sofa pillows as his sister slid her hot mouth up and down on him. Cindy relaxed as she got to the base, and then sucked hard as she drew back toward the tip, her cheeks contracting as she pulled on his flesh. After about a minute, she heard Ryan panting.

"Sis," he got out between breaths. "I'm gonna...I think I'm gonna—"

"Let it go," Cindy replied, pulling her lips off him and blowing gently on the tip. "I'll take it all." She immediately took him back into her mouth, as deep as he would go, and sucked as hard as she could. As her little brother twisted back and forth on the sofa, Cindy caressed his shaft, feeling his frantic pulse against her tongue. Finally, Ryan cried out and burst in her mouth, painting the back of her throat with jets of hot semen. Cindy kept sucking until she was sure he was done, and then pulled back, releasing his cock with a soft pop, and tilting her head up so he could see her throat as she swallowed.

"Wow," Ryan breathed. "That was amazing."

"Mmm," Cindy hummed, slithering up his body for another wet kiss, "I'll bet it was, but here's another lesson: always make sure the woman has her pleasure too. Make sure it's not just about you. Now, come on, Ryan." Standing up, she took his hands and pulled him toward her bedroom. "Show your big sister how much you love her."

In her room, Cindy turned on only the bedside lamp, casting everything in a soft, warm glow. At her direction, Ryan lay back on the bed and watched as Cindy slid first one, and then the other of her dress straps off her shoulders, and his eyes followed the garment as it slid down to pool at her feet.

Underneath the dress, Cindy was clad in lacy red panties and a matching bra, the cups high enough to cover her nipples and areolae, but just barely. She had picked the underwear out hoping that men would like them, and judging by the look on her brother's face, he fully appreciated it.

With teasing slowness, Cindy reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, letting it fall away to expose her ample breasts and pert, pink nipples. Never taking her eyes off her brother's, she slid the panties down her legs and tossed them away, revealing her silky thighs and shaved pussy, lips already glistening with her arousal.

"Cindy," Ryan said, again with a look very close to awe, "you're so beautiful." Cindy's heart swelled at her little brother's compliment, and she had to fight back a lump in her throat.

"Thank you so much, Ryan," she said, before walking slowly to the bed and crawling up to lie next to him. Grasping his shoulder, she gently pulled him on top of her. Later, there would be time for her to be on top, but this first time she wanted Ryan to be able to explore, to touch and taste to his heart's content. "Now," she said, "make love to me."

Ryan stroked her face, before covering her mouth with his for another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together. Pulling away from her mouth, next he did what she had done to him, kissing and licking his way down the soft flesh of her throat. Cindy ran her fingers through Ryan's hair, gently guiding his head down to her breasts. When he reached them, Ryan pulled back for a moment, reaching up to cup the smooth mounds, squeezing gently before rolling them back and forth, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples. Cindy hummed with pleasure, but wrapped a hand around the back of Ryan's head, pulling him down.

"Suck," she whispered, before inhaling sharply as her little brother closed his mouth around her right breast, sucking at the soft flesh with unbridled enthusiasm. Releasing some of her breast, he focused his suction on the area around her nipple, dragging his tongue across the hard nub, and even biting down on it ever so softly. Cindy reluctantly guided Ryan away from that breast, only to sigh with joy as he began sucking and licking at the other one. His left hand was under her back, pulling her up to force as much of her as possible into his mouth, as his right slid down her back to cup and squeeze her ass. Soon, far too soon for Cindy's liking, Ryan pulled his mouth off of her, leaving her breasts glistening with his saliva.

"Oh, baby brother," Cindy moaned, "you're so good to me." She began to gently push him down along her stomach, tensing in pleasant surprise as his tongue flicked into her navel. "Now I need you to take that wonderful mouth of yours somewhere else." As she spread her thighs for him, Ryan hesitated, and Cindy realized he needed a little more guidance.

"See that little bud up there at the top?" she asked. "That's my clitoris. It's very sensitive, so pay special attention to it. Other than that, you can do whatever you want. Use your fingers, your tongue, anything." Ryan needed no more encouragement, and he leaned in and covered her pussy with his mouth, sucking on her labia and thrusting his tongue as deep into her as it would go. Remembering his sister's words, he took her clit between his lips and sucked on it, licking and tugging at it. Up above him, Cindy's eyes were squeezed shut, her brow furrowed as she focused all her attention on the amazing sensations her brother's lips and tongue were giving her.

"Keep it up," she panted. "I'm going to come!" Ryan redoubled his efforts, sucking hard at her clitoris and thrusting one, then two of his fingers inside of her.

"Oh, God, Ryan! Yes! Oh, oh GOOOD!" Ryan inadvertently brushed his fingers over a sensitive spot inside her, and Cindy's orgasm crashed over her like an ocean swell, causing her to clamp her thighs around his head as stars burst behind her eyes. As her vision came back into focus, she saw Ryan climb back up beside her, and she pulled him in for another kiss. "You did great, baby brother." Ryan smiled, blushing.

"I have a good teacher," he said. "I don't know if I should say this, but I'm really glad I'm learning this with you." Cindy felt her heart swell with love again, and she kissed her brother one more time, a soft, warm press of lips on lips. For a moment, the siblings just stared into each other's eyes, until Cindy became aware of Ryan's erection pressing hot and heavy against her thigh.

"I think it's time for the best part," she said, pulling him up on top of her again. Taking him into the cradle of her thighs, Cindy reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it to her wet entrance. "Now," she said, returning her gaze to Ryan's eyes, "just push gently." Doing as his sister instructed, Ryan thrust forward, and began to push into her.

In spite of the lubrication provided by her first orgasm, Cindy was still tight, and both siblings gasped as he filled her, stretching her inner walls and making her shiver. She didn't tell him to wait for her to adjust to him, but it seemed he knew, or perhaps was struggling not to come immediately. Either way, it was exactly what she needed. After a moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his forehead down to rest against hers.

"Okay," she said. "You can start now." Nodding, Ryan started slow, but immediately accelerated, pounding into her forcefully. At this rate it wasn't going to last, so Cindy gripped her little brother's hips, slowing him down.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

"Why are you going so fast?" Cindy responded. "You don't need to."

"Well, I remembered what you said. I wanted to make sure that you...you know, before I did." Cindy kissed her brother gently before speaking again.

"Thank you," she said, "but don't try to force it. Go slow and just let it happen."

"Okay," Ryan said, nodding. He started to thrust again, but this time gently, moving in and out of his sister with slow, measured strokes. Occasionally he leaned his face down to Cindy's for another kiss, but for the most part the two just watched each other, wrapped in their own universe, where nothing existed except the warmth they were giving each other.




Little Brother's Lesson



"Mmm," Cindy hummed, wrapping her thighs tighter around her little brother. "I love this; love feeling you inside me." The room filled with the sound of flesh striking flesh, as well as panting and cries of pleasure as the siblings fucked more enthusiastically, mouths open as they gasped for breath, the headboard slamming against the wall.

What surprised Cindy was how natural, how right this felt. She had stood beside Ryan and held him steady as he first learned to walk. She had stayed up late helping him with his homework. Now she was guiding him once again, using her body to teach him. The pleasure she was feeling was only partly physical. The thing that elevated it above normal sex was the knowledge that this was her Ryan, her little brother, and she was helping him to become a man.

Ryan's fingers dug into her flesh as he held her hips tighter, thrusting deeper inside of his sister, her breasts rolling with each impact of his body against hers.

"I'm close, Cindy," Ryan said, his breathing ragged. "I'm so close."

"I am too! Fuck me harder, baby, fuck your big sister!" Cindy gripped Ryan tightly, pounding their hips together. "Oh, God, so close!" she whined.

"What...what can I do?" Ryan asked. Cindy bit her lip and moaned. Arching her back, she pulled her little brother toward her breasts again.

Without another word, Ryan bent down and wrapped his mouth around her right breast again, sucking hard and scraping his teeth over the supple flesh, and that was it. Cindy screamed, and the room around her seemed to white out as she exploded in a wonderful, incredible orgasm. Her inner muscles constricted around Ryan's length, and she could feel him lose himself, spurting jet after jet of hot seed inside of her.

******************

Later, much later, Cindy opened her eyes to find Ryan lying next to her, watching her through half-closed eyes.

"Hey," she said tiredly. It was an inane thing to say, and she chuckled at her own stupidity, but Ryan grinned too.

"Hey," he replied. "So, was I good?" Cindy reached over and ran her fingers across his lips.

"You were," she responded, sliding over so that they were mere inches apart. "You did good, baby brother, very good."

"Thank you. I love you, Cindy."

"I love you too, Ryan," Cindy replied, pulling him into her arms.

"So, do you think we can ever do another lesson like that again?" Cindy grinned at her brother's question, and leaned in to run her tongue across his lips.

"We have four more days until Mom and Dad get back, and I think I can teach you a lot in that time. Now let's get some sleep." Cindy reached over and switched off the lamp, and Ryan laid his head against her breasts and shut his eyes. Soon, Cindy drifted off too, thinking of what she would teach her brother in the morning.

The End.



Little Brother's Night With My Wife



Well it all started seven years ago. My little brother had broke up with his wife. And needed a place to stay. He didn't really ask, he just kind of started spending the night. 

Being a workaholic myself, I didn't find it surprising that my wife stayed up late talking with him. When she would come to bed I, would curl up next to her. Most of the time she was in bed with me by 12:30 or so. but as the nights passed it started being like three and four in the morning. One night I woke up and decided to tell her to come to bed. As I walked in the living room, I was in udder amazement to find her on her knees with her head in his lap. He was leaning back in the chair. Since neither of them where naked I thought she had just fell asleep with her head on his lap. (How naive right) so I snuck up behind her and started reaching around and fondling her breast. To my amazement her head started going up and down and she raised her ass to meet my body.

Shocked at what was happening I stared on at her mouth sliding up and down on his cock my own was hardening as she sucked faster and faster I started unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them over her ass. She stood so I could remove them. As she stepped out of them, I began licking her from behind. God was she soaking wet.

In like three minutes she had her first orgasm on my face but kept grinding her self into my mouth like she couldn't get enough. Finally when she came once more she pulled off his cock and kissed him deeply. Turning to face me she gave me a deep kiss, and I could taste his cum on her tongue.

she lead us both by our hands to our bedroom 

Where she slowly undressed my brother kissing each nipple with slow intense deliberate movements of her tongue each of his nipple where so stiff as she moved back and forth over each nipple her hand wrapped around his cock and slowly pumped his hardening cock when all of a sudden she swallowed him again. Pulling her head back so I could see his cock sliding in and out of her mouth 

I tried to slide into her and feel wet pussy wrap around my cock. But she refused my advances as she continued to work his cock over with her mouth finally she stopped and looked at me I was so excited by her actions and really wanted to feel her mouth slide over my cock. Her smile warned me not to interfere. As she pushed him back on the bed I watched as she faced me and lowered her self down on his cock. Her eyes rolled back and she grinded slowly feeling him slipping deeper and deeper inside her pussy. She looked so sexy, my cock twitched as I stared in disbelief.

When she finally pulled off his cock I watched with excitement as his cum leaked from her pussy she raised her finger beaconing me to come closer upon reaching her she wrapped a leg over my shoulder and forced me to my knees and grasped my hair pulling my face into her pussy I licked slowly uncertain of how his cum would taste but the more I tried to keep from licking his cum the more she gyrated her hips till at last I gave in and slid my tongue deep inside her licking like crazy the taste of her juices mixed with his cum drove me wild and I licked deeper inside her trying to drink every drop of they're cum. Finally she exploded on my face. I licked slowly apply pressure to her clit as to give her a long hard orgasm.

As I pulled away, I could see my brother cock stiffening again underneath her wanting to fuck her myself I tried to stand and slip inside her but her foot forced me back as she rolled over and looking over her shoulder she smiled as she slid his cock once more inside her swollen red lips.

And with a moan she sank down on him. My cock was twitching wildly at being denied entrance into her hot swollen pussy. She stared into my eyes driving me wild with jealousy for her pussy. I watched her ass as she pumped his cock, Seeing how his cock glistened with her juices. Making my need to fuck her so bad. Her juices frothed around his cock making me envy what his cock was doing to her.

I couldn't resist anymore. I started stoking my cock. I could feel how swollen and hard my cock felt. It was harder then it had ever been in my life and as I started getting more into stoking my cock my wife voice rang out don't touch your cock. I winced in pain at her orders wanting so badly to keep going but knowing if I did I wouldn't get to slip inside her. I stopped and watched with the feeling of a scolded little boy. Jealousy raced through my body. 

Her ass cheeks so sexy I could see her pussy wrapped so open for cock. I couldn't just watch any longer I leaned down and began licking her asshole. At first she tried squeezing her cheeks to keep me from assaulting her asshole with my tongue. But my persistence finally won. Her desire to feel my tongue overwhelmed her she reach back grasp my hair and began grinding till my tongue was slipping deep up her ass. I couldn't take much more I had to have her now but as I stood up she raised over his cock and sliding him out of her she maneuvered her body so fast and his cock slipped inside her asshole. I lost control of my cock and I felt it swell so intensely hard the orgasm hit me with such force I gasp as my cock twitched so hard. I sprayed all over my wife and brother. I faintly heard my brother ask what's that and my wives giggling response you don't want to know. 

I watched as they fucked harder and I leaned against the wall letting the wave of euphoria wash over my body. Watching each thrust of his cock up her ass kept my cock hard. Slowly stroking as watched till I could tell he was filling her ass with his cum. 

She looked over her shoulder at me and looked at my still rock hard cock. She pulled off his cock and bent in front of I stepped forward to feel her pussy with my fingers they slipped inside her swollen red pussy. Her moans told me she wasn't anywhere finished. I slid inside her feeling her swollen pussy as if it were for the first time. I stood still just feeling her freshly fucked pussy. I couldn't believe how awesome she felt slowly I began sliding in and out her moans of pleasure drove me wild and I began grinding my hips to tease her deep inside. 

Then without warning she grasp my brother cock in her hand and began sucking it making me swell so hard knowing it had been deep up her ass and she didn't care she had never done that for me I remember feeling excited and jealous of his cock. The intense feel brought on another immense orgasm deep inside her feeling I had cum she slid from my cock and started sucking his cock harder and harder till he looked almost in pain finally he grasps at the bed as his cock unloaded in her mouth. She fell beside him and I crawled slowly beside her and as I thought about what had just happened my cock grew so hard at the idea of my brother fucking my wife and that it had become a reality little did I know at the same time his cock had started to grow in her hand.

And as I began grinding so did he till my cock slid inside her she pumped slowly back massaging his cock as I slowly grinded inside her she finally pulled off my cock and climbed on top of me and started working her pussy god did she feel so awesome the silence was broke when she turned to my brother and asked him to fuck her ass my cock responded to her words by twitching wildly at the idea. I felt him climbing over us and when his cock slid into her ass I couldn't even move his cock locked mine inside her pussy as he started working slowly I could feel his cock sliding along mine through the wall between her ass ands her pussy finally I couldn't hold out any longer and started rocketing inside her ass I was so wrapped up in mine I didn't notice she was cumming too, he continued fucking her ass, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. Locked inside her I could do nothing as he

Pounded harder and harder till at last I felt him cum he pounded deep and hard as he unloaded inside her. When I woke in the morning, I could feel their weight still over me. I looked at the clock realizing I hadn't heard the alarm I just closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. When I woke once more, I sat up to see my wife sucking my brother cock while he slept I smiled to myself knowing this wasn't over.



Little by Little



Okay guys, please no hate for starting yet another story but I actually have this written out to about three more installments so I'm going to upload this story in between writing and uploading my other stories (Gilded in Gold, Jail Bite, and Stone Cold Steele). This story will be part of a chain story with three central couples. Two will be homosexual male couples and one with be a heterosexual couple in the same ficverse. You do not have to read each of the couple's stories to get the gist of the overall story arc but you'll get a better idea if you read all of the stories. Hope you enjoy, leave comments and emails. Edited by the lovely AdrianaBelen. 

Note: This was supposed to go up three days ago but was rejected due to formatting errors, so I hope I caught them all and this uploads in three days' time from now; fingers crossed.

Updates: Stone Cold Steele up next, then gilded in gold, then jail bite, and finally back to this one again (which I actually have written out so yay! :) another 10,000 update for you guys)

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Little by Little

Little things were cutest things ever.

At least that's what he'd been told when baby Keller had been shoved into his lanky arms. He supposed that if he dissected each part of the baby­ tiny pink toes and fingers, chubby little arms and legs, raspberry lips, big azure eyes­ sure, he guessed that was cute for a baby. But those sticky little fingers were fisted tightly in his hair and Keller had confused his ear lobe for a pacifier. The most he could be grateful for was that the thing hadn't thought to bite down yet.

Talon glared at Keller's mom Glenna, mate to his Alpha. That glare turned into a grimace when a line of drool dripped down his neck to form a wet spot on his blue shirt.

"Get it off!" Talon yelled as he unsuccessfully tried to pull Keller away from his now wet ear. 

Marty gave her son a chiding glare. "Oh, Talon it's just a baby. He's cutest little baby I've ever seen, yes I have," Marty cooed at Keller, who finally let go of Talon's ear and blew out a spit bubble. Talon rolled his eyes when the infallible and usually sensible sentry almost swooned. Why couldn't he get this side of his mother more often-especially when he got into fights with his cousins? 

Taking advantage of the Keller's momentary distraction, Talon disentangled his fingers from his hair. But before he could shove the terror back into his mother's arms, it let out a piercing wail. Keller's tiny little face scrunched up and turned red like a tomato -an ugly tomato- and he waved his tiny fists in agitation.

"Talon!" Marty snapped, grabbing the baby out of his arms. Talon heaved a sigh of relief but it was short lived and premature. Marty tried to settle Keller down, rocking him in her arms and blowing raspberries on his belly, but his cries just seemed to grow with every second. Glenna took him back into her arms, but she was equally ineffective at soothing him.

Talon was edging towards the door to a blessed escape when it burst open, narrowly missing his face by an inch. Only his quick, werewolf senses prevented him getting a black eye. The Alpha stormed in and headed straight for his baby, growling at imaginary threats. Glenna passed him the baby but he too was unsuccessful. Nathan, the pack's beta and Talon's father and a few of the sentries stood in the doorway, trying not to grin as they saw their big, bad Alpha leader reduced to a mumbling mess.

Keller swiveled his head around, looking for something and Talon had a sinking feeling that the Terror was looking for him. Once those blue eyes lit on him, Keller thumped against his father's forearm and reached for Talon. It's cries had turned into keening whimpers and everyone in the room stopped to see what the baby wanted.

The Alpha raised a brow at Talon, who blushed a bright red at having all the attention focused on him. He slowly walked forward with his son leading him, until Keller's body was hanging halfway out of his hold trying to jump onto Talon. Sighing in resignation, Talon reached up and took the baby from its father. 

Keller gurgled in pleasure, a fat smile plastered onto it's ugly little face. The terror clamored up Talon's chest until it once again had a hold on his messy brown hair and latched onto his ear lobe, sucking at the flesh in small tugs with his barely there teeth. 

Talon was too scared to frown at the baby since the Alpha was scrutinizing him so closely but the rest of the room was fair game. His father was openly guffawing and the sentinels, two of whom were his cousins and the other was his brother, were inches away from rolling around on the floor in laughter.

"Keller likes you," Nathan noted, looking at his nephews.

"Hah! Likes?" Jensen hooted. "It's trying to root around for milk in Talon's ear!"

Talon felt a growl climb up his throat. He was so going to slit the tires on that bastard's bikes tonight.

"Try to get him to suck on your finger, Talon," Tyson, his oldest brother advised.

Talon really didn't want to put his finger into the terror's mouth but he didn't want his ear in it's mouth even more. Trying to be as gentle as possible, he hooked a finger into its mouth and tried to pull away. Keller released a wail and the Alpha stepped closer to Talon, snarling at him. Gulping, Talon quickly removed his finger and bounced the baby in his arms a bit as it went back to sucking contently on his ear, oblivious of all the adults snickering at Talon's expense.

Stupid, cute little baby.

"It looks like Keller's getting pretty attached to his mommy," Hansen, Jensen's brother teased. He walked closer to Talon and rubbed up and down the baby's back.

"Oh, leave Talon alone. Unless you guys want me to sic him on one of you guys?" Glenna said archly, instantly quieting the men's guffaws. "Talon, are you okay to hold Keller for a while? Just until he falls asleep?"

No one in the pack had ever refused Glenna, especially not if she used that pleading yet somehow commanding tone with them. Talon was no different, plus the Alpha looked like he'd cut off Talon's ear for his son to suck on if Talon refused. Nathan was nodding his head at him in a silent signal to say yes.

Biting back a sigh, Talon nodded. "I guess..."

"Good, pup," the Alpha beamed. "But watch out for Keller's teeth." Talon couldn't help his groan, sending his cousin into peals of laughter.

"That's it!" Marty snapped, glaring at her nephews. "Get out, you all have jobs to do other than stand here gawking at Keller and Talon." She ushered them out amid their protests, even slapping a few of them upside the head. 

"I'll see you in a few hours, yah," the Alpha murmured into Glenna's ear as he pulled her close to nuzzle into her neck, rubbing his cheek along her skin. She smiled but avoided kissing him back.

"Soon," Glenna promised and Talon almost gagged. Being all of seven, he could never imagine wanting to kiss a girl but the Alpha's eyes seemed to light up.

He growled at her playfully. "Get some sleep, beautiful." He kissed his mate and physically sat her down on the big, plush bed behind her.

On his way out, he paused by the door and looked back at Talon thoughtfully. "Enforcer Hunter got back to me about your training application. He said you have great potential and wants to begin his training. I'm proud of you boy. You made your father proud and you make this pack proud"

Talon's jaw hung open in astonishment. He's started his warrior training when he was five but to have the famed enforcer of the Craigen Mountain Pack personally training him, teaching him all he knew was an honor. All he could do was nod dumbly.

"Th-Thank you, sir. Thank you, I-I promise I won't disappoint or goof up or-" Talon rushed to assure his Alpha but the man just grinned and ruffled his messy brown locks. Keller's hands were dislodged in the process and he glared at his papa before sinking those sticky claws back into Talon's hair.

Glenna got up and closed the door after her mate then ushered Talon to a comfy seat.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked him. Talon wouldn't dare of asking the Alpha­mate to attend to him so he just shook his head.

She smiled at him. "You're such a good boy. I know every seven year old boy would hate to take care of a baby but your Alpha and I really appreciate this, Talon. You have no idea how long it's been since I've slept." As if to back that, she yawned.

"My pleasure." No, it was not. "If you want, you can sleep and I'll wake you when Keller, um, lets go of my ear," Talon finished uncomfortably. The little shit was still rhythmically sucking at his ear.

"You're a godsend." The words became mangled because of her yawn but Talon understood nonetheless. She gave him a tired smile and just flopped down on the bed, before curling under the covers. She was asleep within a few minutes. Talon could tell because her breathing became slower.

Sighing, Talon looked down at Keller. The baby pulled off his ear and blinked up at Talon, bringing one of its fist to its mouth with the other still at Talon's hair.

"You're a little terror but at least when I begin training I won't have to see you much." Talon felt a little silly whispering to the baby but it actually looked like Keller understood what he was saying. He tilted his head at Keller, who giggled when Talon made a face at him. "I still think you're a terror. But I guess you're cute too."

Keller lifted his hand up and down, looking extremely pleased with himself. Talon just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I bet you get enough people telling you you're cute as it is. But you're a terror plain and simple. You're also kinda spoiled." Keller nodded his head as if in agreement. Talon made another funny face, trying to get Keller to laugh again. Even if he didn't like Keller using him as his pacifier, for some reason he felt really accomplished when he managed to make Keller laugh. Keller tried to copy Talon's face but all he did was scrunch face up like a little, dried prune.

"You're kinda ugly when you do that. Ow!" Talon exclaimed when Keller pulled on his hair, looking mildly displeased. "Okay, okay you're not that bad. Like I said you can be cute...but only when you're not chewing on my ear."

Keller thumped his hand on Talon's head, then threaded his fingers back into Talon's hair.

"I can't wait until you're old enough to leave me alone," he grumbled. Although, Talon had to admit he was kind of getting used to Keller clinging to him like a leech.

Keller opened his mouth and Talon saw his little pink tongue curl like a feline's as he yawned. Talon laid Keller's drooping head on his shoulder as the baby made itself comfortable against him. Keller wrapped both chubby arms around his neck, but he still had to suckle against Talon's neck. Talon shivers at the wet feeling, knowing he'd be scrubbing his face and neck today for at least thirty minutes to get rid of the feeling. But at least he had tomorrow morning to look forward to.

Baby Keller would occasionally kick against Talon's chest but would settle down once Talon rocked him a bit. He let an hour pass before he gingerly stood up and went over to Keller's sleeping mother. She was on side of the bed. Keeping a firm but yielding grip on Keller, Talon gently shook Glenna awake. She moaned in protest but Talon swiftly trampled down the guilty feelings.

"Is Keller alright?" She mumbled, automatically reaching for Keller even though her eyes were still half closed.

"Yeah. He fell asleep about an hour ago." He lifted Keller from his shoulder but for some odd reason, his hands didn't want to let go of Keller. The wolf inside him whined when Glenna took him away. Keller twitched and in his sleep he frowned a bit but stayed asleep. Talon fisted his hands at his sides, confused as to why he should even want to hold the tiny terror any longer.

"Thank you so much Talon," Glenna said, tucking Keller against her breast. Talon just nodded and quickly left the room. He wanted to put as much distance between him and the terror as possible.

He'd recently begun to shift with ease but it was still hard to control his wolf. But in the presence of Keller, it was oddly content. It probably just liked babies, Talon thought. He shook off the feeling telling him to run back to the room and stand guard over the terror. It was nightfall now and he made his way out of the Alpha's quarters by moonlight alone. He thought he might get a few miles run in before he had to turn in.

Stripping off his clothes in front of the Alpha's cabin, he quickly let his inner wolf take over his senses. Bones broke and morphed, fur sprouted along his body and sharp claws ripped through his fingertips until a gunmetal grey wolf lay on the porch. Stumbling to his feet unsteadily, Talon shook off the kinks and ambled down the front steps. His father had told him the change came easier and faster until he'd be able to change in midair without any of the disorientating after effects.

Heading out into the woods, he followed a well worn path towards the borders where many of the sentries would be on lookout duty. Maybe he'd sneak up on one of his cousins and give them a dose of their own medicine. As he neared the borders, he tried to sniff them out but oddly didn't pick up any marking or familial scents. This was odd in itself because he should have been able to smell the marks of the Alpha on the border but he didn't even trace that. He tried to see if a lone wolf or a rogue pack had encroached on the lands but he didn't smell anything foreign. He just couldn't smell anything other than the mundane scents of nature. Feeling a bit unnerved, he followed the landmarks that detailed the borders and followed it.

It took him a few minutes before he saw something. He didn't really see it, more like he stepped into it. His paw sank into wet ground but Talon knew they hadn't had rain in a month. Backtracking, he nosed around and finally the smell of blood hit his nostrils. Grimacing, he reeled back and whimpered when he smelled a pack member. 

They'd been attacked!

He didn't give any more thought as to why he hadn't smelled the blood. He was running on instinct and his instinct was telling him to run back to the Alpha cabin and protect Keller. He didn't question it and just let his intuition take over. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as his small legs carried him through the forest and towards the pack cabins.

The acrid smell of smoke reached him before he saw the bright orange flames licking at the various cabins littered around the clearing. He moaned when he saw strange men and wolves attacking his own pack. One in particular fought his attention. A black wolf with gleaming silver eyes was in the middle of the largest foray. It looked berserk, almost possessed by the devil. None of his pack members could, could touch the attacking wolf; the black wolf sliced and but through them wildly. Talon shrunk back in fear when for a moment those silver eyes fell on him, their depths frenzied with the rush of killing. Half of his brain was telling him to join the foray but the other half, the stronger half was screaming at him to go to Keller. So he willed himself to ignore the pained howls of his pack and slinked towards the Alphas cabin, those silver eyes still preying on him in the back of his mind. 

Thankfully, the invading pack hadn't gotten to the Alpha's cabin yet. Talon snuck in through an open window, jumping down onto the wooden floor soundlessly. He could hear Keller's quiet whimpers and he hurriedly ran towards the sound. Bursting through the master bedroom door, Talon saw Keller sitting up in the middle of the bed whimpering and crying. As soon as he saw Talon in his wolf form, Keller stopped instantly and made grabbing motions with his hands. Talon stood up on his hind legs and put his front paws on the bed. Keller crawled towards him until he was close enough for Talon to grab him with his teeth. Since he couldn't grab onto his scruff, he bit into the back of Keller's onesie and pulled him off the bed. He was just about to head out of the cabin and back into the woods to hide with Keller when the door burst open. Growling in frustration, Talon had no choice but stay and fight. The windows were too high for him to throw a baby out of.

Shoving Keller behind him so Talon stood between the helpless baby and the door, Talon got ready for whatever was coming for them. The door opened softly and Talon growled as a tall man entered the room. Talon could tell this man was an Alpha, just by the way he carried himself.

"Get away from my boy, pup," the man commanded. Even though this man wasn't Talon's Alpha, he couldn't help but shiver at the want to give into the man's order. However, the protective urge driving him was greater and for once Talon was grateful for that. 

The man stepped further into the room and Talon leapt at him. The man easily swatted Talon to the side, throwing him against the wall. The painful crunch of a broken foot didn't deter Talon as he quickly got up and bit into the man's leg as he crouched in front of Keller. Taken by surprise, the man grunted and shook Talon off with a kick. By then Keller decided he wanted a part of the action and bit into the man's other leg.

The man gently pulled Keller away from his leg and brought the baby up into his arms, cradling him as if he were a precious jewel. Talon watched as the man took Keller out of the room, the baby screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Talon, Talon, Talon!" Keller screamed his very first words. Talon felt proud even though he sometimes hated that little shit, but Keller's outcry gave him the energy to leap after the departing duo. The big man got impatient and Talon saw his hand partially transform into a claw. Only a very few powerful shifters could partially transform part of their bodies at will. Talon growled low and was about to attack, knowing that the man's claw would swipe at him and take his life but at least he'd go down fighting like his pack.

"Wait, Kaylan, don't! Talon is only a pup." Glenna's voice stopped the fighting wolves and Talon saw her standing in the doorway. She took Keller into her arms and tried to soothe him.

"He's part of this pack, Glenna and they all need to die for what they did to you and your family," the man growled.

Glenna shook her head sadly and walked over to Talon. He stumbled away from her, whimpering when he put too much pressure on his broken leg. What was going on here?

"Talon, I need you to change back," Glenna implored, crouching down in front of him. Talon shook his head and growled at her. The way things looked, Keller figured Glenna had betrayed their pack. He wanted to scream at her, ask what the hell she had done to his father but he'd only be more vulnerable as a human.

Sighing, Glenna stood up and faced the man named Kaylan. "Kaylan, please, bite him. then he'll listen to you." 

The man looked at her incredulously. "You want me to make that man's child a part of my pack?" he spit out, glaring daggers at Talon. Talon glared right back, baring his teeth as well.

"Kaylan, please, he's just an innocent child like Keller. Keller loves him. He'll never forgive you if you kill Talon. I won't."

Kaylan snorted. "I'm not gonna kill him. I'm going to let him go."

"That's as good as killing him!" Glenna spat out. "He'll never survive as a lone wolf, he's not mature enough!" Talon's low growl said that he was plenty mature and didn't need her help, let alone this man's stinking bite.

Keller, confused about all the raucous was searching for something familiar. He wriggled out of Glenna's arms and she let him go, gently setting him on the ground. The adults watched as Keller crawled towards Talon and sat near Talon's wounded leg. Talon snapped at the baby in warning when it rested its chubby hand along the broken bone jutting out of his leg but Keller didn't pull away. The big man did tense up and made a step forward but Glenna held him back.




Little by Little



Keller leaned down and flecked his pink tongue along the wound. The adults watched as the blood flow stopped. Keller wasn't a strong enough wolf to complete heal the wound and Talon would need a healer to set his broken bone.

Sighing in resignation, Kaylan squatted in front of Talon and bared his canines. Knowing he was going to be bitten whether he like it or not, Talon made one last attempt to attack the man but was hampered by Keller. Talon whimpered helplessly when he felt the strange man's hot breath on his neck and instant later, he felt the Alpha's bite completely obliterate his loyalty to his previous pack.

Many years later...

"Please, Talon? Pretty please? I wanna go!" Keller bounced up and down on Talon's bed, clutching the paper printout of the motor cross show.

Talon came out of the adjoining bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his defined chest. "If I got what I wanted, you wouldn't be on my fucking bed. Get off."

"Ta­looon! I've been wanting to go for months and I finally got dad to say yes. The only catch was that you would have to chaperone me." Actually, Keller was lying. His father had wanted one of his sentries to accompany him but Keller had thrown a fit and gotten him to agree to let Talon come with him. With Talon's recent acquirement of a girlfriend, Talon was spending less and less time with Keller and he didn't like that.

"No. Go with Ross. Or Mike. Or Harley." Talon went over to his chest of drawers and took out a pair of black boxer briefs, some old jeans and a black v­neck t­shirt.t. 

"But my dad specifically said you had to come with me," Keller lied again. If he didn't know better, Keller might think that his dad didn't like Talon but then why would the Alpha adopt Talon into the pack. Keller had been told that Talon was found abandoned in a decimated pack and his father had taken him in. The alpha had then raised Talon as his son along with Keller.

"No he didn't. If he never had to see me, he'd be over the moon about it," Talon said with no emotion. Keller never understood why his father and Talon were so frosty towards one another but he hated when two of his most favorite people in the world fought.

"Talon, please? I'll do anything, anything for you!" Keller pleaded, watching as Talon dropped his towel and pulled on his underwear. He gulped when he caught a glimpse of tanned buttcheeks that was regretfully covered. Fortunately the jeans Talon wore cupped his buttocks lovingly and Keller licked his suddenly dry lips. He didn't like these butterflies that would suddenly flutter around his stomach every time he saw Talon.

"Yeah? Then leave me alone to my date. I've got a whole box of condoms I wanna put to good use and you are not about to cockblock me, Killer." Ever since Keller could remember, Talon had nicknamed him Killer. Keller lived for those few moments when Talon called him that nickname, a name that Talon had specially formulated just for him. It made him feel special to Talon.

Hearing that Talon had bought condoms put a damper on Keller though. He'd only met Talon's girlfriend few times and barely knew her but it was enough for him to know he hated her. She was overly clingy and her laugh grated on Keller's sensitive ears.

"That's disgusting," he said with complete revulsion.

Talon grinned as he shrugged into his leather jacket and grabbed up his bike helmet. "Those are the words of a virgin who's never gotten under a girls skirt. And let me tell you, little Killer, a girl's pussy around your dick is the best feeling in the world. Well, it's a close second to the feeling of a guys' ass rippling around your dick, but I digress."

Keller's eyes almost popped out of his face at those last words. A guy's ass? Talon liked boys? "You like boys?" he blurted.

Talon just shrugged. "Boy, girl, doesn't matter really. It depends on if I can tolerate them for more than five minutes and girls tend get on my nerves faster than guys do."

Keller nodded dumbly, still trying to assimilate this new information. He'd known he liked boys exclusively for a short while now but he hadn't told anyone, not even his dad. There were a few same sex couples in the pack but they weren't exactly close to Keller. And now to know that the man he'd looked up to his entire life, aside from his father of course, was gay or at least liked boys as much as girls was...mind blowing.

"So how come you're going out with Melissa and not a guy?" And just how many guys had Talon been with, Keller wondered bitterly. 

"Cause she's going to put out," Talon smirked lasciviously. "See ya. And if you aren't asleep by the time I get back, I'll even tell you a few details."

Keller watched him go. Dejected, he deflated on Talon's bed. He felt like crying and raging at Talon all at the same time. There was no reason for it but the urge was there. So he did the only thing he could do. He headed towards the mess hall where he knew his friends would be gathered after training with the Alpha or other apprenticeships.

He saw his father, Alpha Kaylan sitting at the head table with a few of his sentries and his mother chatting happily away on her mates lap. He gave the happy couple a wave before hurrying towards his friends. He didn't want his dad to call him over before he asked his friends a few questions.

"Hey Killer!" Bethany, his best friend from sentry training called out to him. Of all his friends he had to say she was the most manly, but he could understand her persona. As the youngest female sentry in training, she had to act more tough than any of the other boys to belong. Only Keller got to see the softer side she reserved only for close family and friends.

"I told you not to call me that!" Keller huffed as he playfully shoved Bethany to the side to make some space for himself.

"Aw, did your big brother leave you again?" Jared, the betas son piped up. He too was in sentry training. The rest of his friends Harold, Raze, and Persephone or Percy as she preferred were in healer, enforcer, and hunger training respectively.

"He is not my big brother, he's not related to me by blood," Keller felt the need to explain that fact for the hundredth time. Though Keller might think the sun and moon set on Talon, he definitely did not see the older wolf as his brother. What he felt for Talon was decidedly less brother like and it started to disturb his sleep.

"God I wish I was being raised by the Alpha too," Percy practically swooned.

"What for?" Raze asked with a raised brow. Seeing that Percy was distracted with her daydreaming, he snatched up a piece of meat from her plate and shoveled it inside his mouth. Keller smirked, making Raze glare at him and silently warn him not to say a word to Percy. Everyone knew not to mess with a hunter, they were trained to take down big game. But Raze, who was denser than the planet Earth thought he could, outsmart Percy. 

Percy looked around at them with an incredulous look. "Uh, have you guys not seen Talon? He's fucking hot. He is worthy to be my very first crush ever. Man, when my sister was dating him I thought I'd almost swoon. He always used to give me the biggest smile when he came over to pick her up."

Keller head spun with this new information. "Wait, Ionia dated him? For how fucking long?" 

Raze rolled his eyes and sneaked another strip of meat off Percy's plate. But this time she jabbed her fork right between his marauding fingers without even sparing him a single glance. The rest of the table roared with laughter at Raze's hurt look but Keller's glare remained steady on Percy. 

"Dude, chill. Talon dated my brother a while back, too. They're best buddies now," Gage added. Since he was sitting next to Raze, he barricaded his own plate with his arm so Raze wouldn't be tempted to steal any food from him.

"Dillon? But they like hang out every day! That bastard ignores me to hang out with that tool!?" Keller screeched, thumping his fists on the table. A few of the older pack members around them gave the group questioning and annoyed glances but when they saw it was the Alphas son making the noise, they quickly looked back.

"Oi, that's my brother!" Gage protested. 

"Fuck your brother!" Keller snarled.

That made Bethany snicker. "Talon sure did," she retorted, sending the others at the table into peals of laughter.

Getting disgusting with their cavalier banter towards his Talon, Keller abruptly pushed off from the table. He almost made it to the door before Percy caught up to him and threaded her arms with his. She led him out of the mess hall and towards a more private spot. He let her, curious as to what she wanted from him. He wasn't particularly feeling friendly towards her after learning she had a crush on Talon.

Percy found a secluded spot in the shaded area near one of the seemingly empty cabins. Crossing her arms in front of her, she raised a defined brow and looked down at him.

"So, finally realized that you have a crush on big bro?"

"Wait, what?" Keller spluttered, taking a step back as if to physically escape her accusation. "What, eww, no! That's weird and gross­and I so do not!" But all his protests fell on deaf ears as Percy began snickering. "and he's not my brother!" he added in an afterthought.

Wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye, Percy smirked. "He doth protest too much, me thinks."

"Ugh, you've been paying too much attention to those human classes you keep going to," Keller complained.

Percy rolled her eyes. "Ok, that is so not the point. We're talking about Talon here. Hot and sexy nine inch dick­"

Percy didn't even get to finish her sentence before she was on her back on the ground with a very pissed off were on top of her. Keller snarled at her, his teeth bared and saliva dripping from his elongated canines. Though he was stronger than her, Percy was trained in hand to hand combat. She quickly flipped him off her and scooted back a few feet. She held her hands out in surrender trying to let him know she was no threat.

Keller finally came back to himself and gasped when he saw the few scratches he'd left on Percy. "Oh god, Percy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I don't even know what came over me." 

Instead of screaming at him like he'd expected after that unwarranted attack, Percy just grinned in satisfaction. "Dude, no worries I didn't expect any less of you, you're his mate after all."

Keller's mouth dropped open at that statement. "M­mate?" Keller stuttered. He'd only recently consoled himself with the realization that he liked boys instead of girls and now this.

Percy nodded enthusiastically. "I suspected a few years back when I saw how clingy you were with him and he was equally protective of you in big groups. The others didn't believe me but I am always right," she crowed gleefully. "And now Raze and Bethany each owe me a juicy carrion."

All concern for his friend vanished. "Okay, one­you made a bet on me. Two­ you knew I was gay? And three­do you really think we're mates?" Keller blushed when Percy smirked. "I mean, how do you know?"

Percy shrugged at that. "As mates, only you and Talon would know. But honesty, Talon is a lot more thick headed and stubborn, so I'm relying on you to do the chasing."

"Hey," he frowned. He didn't know whether to be affronted for himself or Talon. But really, he had no comeback for her truthful words.

"Shut up, you know I'm right, I'm always right."

Keller folded his arms in front of him and glared petulantly at her. "I'm getting a little tired of hearing that."

"Then stop being wrong all the time and listen to me when I say things the first time around," Percy explained as if that were the most obvious thing.

"Said the blood crazed disaster," he mumbled.

"Thank you," she beamed. "Look, I'll say this once and as many times needed after until you have little Talon and Keller babies."

"Oh, are we finally discussing Keller's massive crush on Talon?" Gage asked from behind them. Keller turned and saw the whole gang behind him and from their shit eating grins, he assumed they overheard enough to know his little secret.

Keller face-palmed himself and shook his head. It was impossible to keep a secret in his little pack of friends.

"You knew?" Percy asked and Gage nodded in confirmation.

"I suspected," he admitted.

Raze and Bethany were grumbling about going hunting and Percy expounded on how big she wanted her carrion. 

"Guys!" Keller yelled, getting all of their attention. "This cannot leave this little group. No. One. Can. Know. Especially Talon. And my dad. But especially my dad. But more so Talon."

"Chill, man," Bethany slung her arm around his shoulder. "We-well, at least I know how to keep a secret," she corrected as she sent a glare Arthur their little group. Percy snorted in affront. 

"I am the queen of secret keeping," Percy said as she glared back at Bethany. "You don't hear me going on about the time you took down a wild boar and started crowing about it like a jackass before slipping in its blood and face planting unit its behind." Bethany squeaked in indignation, making Raze snicker in amusement. 

"So that's why you isn't eat pork!" Raze exclaimed before dissolving into loud guffaws. Bethany narrowed her eyes at him and swiftly pulled back her fist to punch him in the arm. Keller knew how much those punched him hurt but Raze just fell down laughing. 

"Why don't I call up that girl that kicked your ass after finding out your badass tattoos were drawn with pen and that you weren't sixteen, hmm?" Bethany taunted as she stood over Raze with her arms crossed in front her looking extremely agitated. That finally got Raze it stop his maniac laughing as he groaned up at Bethany. Gage just shook his head at their antics before holding a hand out to Raze to help him. 

"Okay, okay, guys enough. We're focusing on making Keller uncomfortable," Raze deflected as he stood with with Gage's help and dusted off the excess dirt on his clothes. "And for the record that girl did not beat me up, she gave me a black eye. And before it started raining she was totally about to put out," he huffed, puffing up his chest and looking smug. 

Bethany looked unimpressed. "Right," she said disbelievingly. "But now we gotta focus on getting Talon to put out." 

Percy snapped her fingers. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "We must come up with a plan to make Talon notice Keller as something more than the Alpha's untouchable son to a very touchable mate."

"Oh god," Keller groaned. His friends were going to ruin his life.

"I'm in. Guys, we are so like his fairy godmothers!" Bethany squealed, her fisted hands tapping together in anticipation.

"So what, that makes Keller Cinderella?" Raze teased.

Gage nodded his head solemnly. "Technically, yes. And since there is only one fairy godmother, I suppose the rest of us are mice."

"Dammit, I don't wanna be a mouse," Bethany groused.

Percy looked Bethany down her now. "I am the godmother, so ha! I get to be badass while you mouse around."

And from there, their bicker just descended further down into the indistinguishable. And these were the people he counted on to control of his love life. Keller thought it just might be easier, not to mention less painful, to douse his non existent love life with kerosene and set it on fire rather than let these idiots do anything. 

"First things first, let's get Keller a pretty dress," Raze shouted above the din. That instantly got the girls' attentions.

Percy tapped a finger to her pursed lips and looked thoughtful. "You know, Talon might just be into that kink, you never know."

"I wasn't serious!" Raze looked disturbed.

Ever the serious one, Gage added in his own thoughts. "I know this boutique in town that specializes in costumes."

Keller sighed as the group got into the semantics of what to dress him up as. Great, just great. He took a step back and when they didn't notice, he quickly turned on his tail and walked as far away from them as possible. He wasn't retreating...no, he was just tactfully avoiding some certifiably crazy people. It was called self preservation. And there was no way in hell he was wearing a bloody dress.

Later that night...

Keller don't know what had woken him up but as he blinked away the sleep in his eyes, he heard the distinct sound of shuffling and muffled cursing. Jolting up in bed, he tried to hone into the source of the noise and figured it came from Talon's room. Getting up as quietly as he could, he pushed open his door and headed towards Talon's room on tip toes. It was fortunate and convenient that the rooms were across from each other. Pressing his ear to the door, he wondered if Talon had barely come in.

Like the idiot he was, he'd waited up for Talon as long as he could until sleepiness pulled at him around one in the morning. When he heard a small, distinctly feminine giggle he growled and shoved the door open. His senses were what allowed him to see through the dark, unfortunately for Talon and his female companion.

On the plain single bed lay Talon and a naked girl bouncing up and down on top of him. The smell of sex, heavy daisy perfume, paired with Talon's unique mix of bergamot, ginger, and leather assaulted his nose. On their own, the smells would have been perfectly fine but mixed together it was sickening and Keller felt his wolf push to the surface.

The girl shrieked when the door slammed open and Talon quickly rolled them over and pulled out of her to face the unknown danger. He quickly got up off the bed, just as naked as the day he was born and faced Keller with a thunderous frown.

"Keller what the fuck did I tell you about coming into my room?" But when Keller didn't answer with anything other than a low, gravelly growl Talon grew suspicious. He peered into the shadows keeping Keller just out of sight and stepped forward a step. "Keller?"

But before any of them knew it, Keller lunged towards the bed in a form they'd never seen him adopt. Half wolf, half man he was the image of all those werewolves depicted in Hollywood movies only a hell of a lot more vicious and deadly. Talon could only stand still in shock as the image of the seven foot body crouching on the ground morphed before him. Keller's upper torso was covered in black fur with his hind legs transforming into that of a wolfs.

All Keller felt as he jumped towards the offending cacophony of smells was pure rage and a need for revenge. He was angry at Talon but first he wanted to get rid of the slut on the bed. He bit into her arm with a savage satisfaction and relished the high pitched scream. Snarling like the animal he was, he pulled at the skin and swallowed down the chunk of muscle he took.

Keller felt arms wrap around his midsection and pull him off the bed. He snapped at Talon and scratched at his thighs in an attempt to free himself. The pain in his thigh from the shallow gashes, Talon dropped Keller but placed himself between the girl and this murderous boy­wolf.

"Move!" Keller growled out, the words barely discernable demonstrated his new unused voice. Talon held out his hands in supplication, watching him warily. The only kind of wolves he knew that could partially shift were alphas but for Keller to present at such a young age was surprising.

"Kell, you mind calming down a bit first?" Talon tried to ignore the shrieks of his girlfriend but they only seemed to goad Keller further in his self induced bloodlust.

"He fucking bit me, Talon! Oh my god, I'm losing so much blood," the girl screeched, holding the sheets to her wound. She's withstood the pain for so long because she was a fox shifter.

Keller pawed at the ground and circled around Talon. His protective stance in front of that bitch only served to add kindle to his anger. "Get the fuck away from her," he warned lowly.




Little by Little



Talon snarled and bared his teeth in challenge. "Keller, I'm telling you to calm the fuck down. We can talk after. Shift back," he commanded, crouching low to the ground preparing to shift if Keller launched another attack.

Keller's wolf whimpers as he perceived Talon taking a stance against him to choose the bitch over him. Batting away the grief, he launched himself at Talon. Talon shifted as soon as Keller attacked and the two meet in a crash of claws and teeth. Talon was careful to be on the defensive, keeping his claws mostly sheathed even when Keller sunk his teeth into Talon's side. Talon shook Keller off and pushed him across the room, momentarily stunning the Alpha as he hit the wall.

All that fighting and screaming soon brought Glenna and Kaylan to the door to see what had happened. A few of the guards posted near had come too and stood just beyond the alpha pair. In an instant, Kaylan saw his son and let forth his Alpha voice.

"Keller, shift back."

Keller shook his head against the need to comply with that voice. Being Kaylan's son and a barely presented Alpha, he was weak against it and Keller sound found himself on his hands and knees panting in his human form. There was a few bruises on his body from the scuffle but the blood on his mouth and arms were all from Talon and the bitch. At that reminder, he lifted his face and looked towards the bed and sneered the shifter with open disgust.

Glenna stepped forward in the testosterone filled room and looked at her son. "Why don't we all get dressed and meet in the mess hall," turning towards the still whimpering girl on the bed, she offered medical help from their pack healer. "One of the gammas will help take you to the healer. Talon, please follow your Alpha to the hall," she implored when she saw he was about to protest.

Talon nodded at the girl on the bed as one of gammas came and she nodded back, letting herself be carried out of the room. Talon spared one last look at Keller before following Kaylan out of the room, still in his were form. Finally only Keller and his mother were left in the room.

"Mom, I­" Keller began, finally feeling the gravity of what he'd done but she was quick to cut him off.

"It'll be alright love. Your father will explain all of this, okay sweetie?" She kneeled in front of her only son and kindly placed a kiss on his forehead.

The familiar scent of grass and bread soothed him. It was then that he felt all the aches in his joints and bones form the shift, it was much more tiring than a full shift. He almost fell on his mother's body, no longer able to keep himself up. Glenna cradled his smaller body. She smoothed down the wild strands of hair on his sweaty head and rocked him back and forth.

"Sweetie, we have to meet your father soon. Think you can get dressed and I'll help you go the hall?"

Keller nodded against her breast. She eased away from him and went across the room the get a pair of pants for him to wear. He was still feeling weak as he struggled to his feet and leaned against the closest wall. His mother came back with a worn pair of jeans and a shirt. Keller quickly shrugged them on and with his mother's help, he stumbled out of the room and cabin. Halfway to the mess hall, he gently pushed his mother away and weakly walked towards the hall on his own legs. He didn't want to seem weak in front of all the other wolves. He held his head high as he pushed open the door to the hall, his mother inched behind him in case he needed any help. He was grateful for her support but he needed to do this on his own.

There was a crowd gathered in the middle, growls of fighting were's permeating the tight circle. With a frown, Keller pushed through the werewolves who fell away from his touch in reverence. Word had quickly spread of his partial shift and many were proud that the Alpha's son was becoming an Alpha himself.

Keller growled where saw the sight before him. Talon was bloody and battered as his father circled the were in his were Alpha form. Kaylan wasn't unscathed himself, an attribute to Talon's prowess but he was no match for the older were. Kaylan was about to attack again when Keller threw himself in front of Talon. He felt the need to shift in order to protect Talon from any threat but he was just too tired.

Kaylan stopped his attack just in time to prevent himself from barreling into this son and growled at Keller in warning. He might be an Alpha but Kaylan was still the leader of the pack until he was successfully challenged.

"Keller, this doesn't concern you. Leave Talon's punishment to me."

Keller snarled a warning, not caring that it was his father and Alpha he was growling at. "Why are you attacking Talon?" Keller understood why he'd attacked the bitch, and he had good reason; his father on the other hand had no reason whatsoever to attack Talon.

Kaylan refused to answer as he shifted back to his human form. His beta, Thomas, quickly handed him a pair of pants and he put them on. The pack didn't care about nudity the way humans did but it was much easier to conduct business clothed.

"Keller, you may be Alpha but I am still the Alpha of this pack and your father. You will do well to follow my commands," Kaylan yelled with displeasure.

Keller averted his eyes and offered his neck in the tiniest fraction of submission. "I do and I will. But it refuse to stand by while you attack Talon for no reason."

Kaylan folded his arms in front of his chest and looked down at his son. "Why did you attack him, then?"

Keller looked away this time and not in respect. He flushed in embarrassment but he refused to voice aloud in front of his entire pack why he'd attacked Talon. Kaylan waited a few minutes for Keller to say anything, when it looked like he would stubbornly remain silent, he sighed.

"Why don't you explain what happened?"

Keller nodded. As long as he didn't have to talk about the reasoning behind his actions, he could talk all night.

"I woke up when I heard sounds and thought Talon was in trouble. So I went into this room, saw the girl there and thought she was an intruder," Keller lied. He looked down and let out a sniffle, playing the part of a repentant wolf. "I was thinking about that night when I was taken away from that pack when I was a baby and thought that was happening again."

Though he'd been but a baby at the time of the raid, he had still had dreams about that event. The night was only a hazy memory but it had been a ought to cause him nightmares for a few years. When he had those nightmares, Talon would stay up with him and talk him through the nightly sweats and his deep voice would eventually lull Keller back to sleep.

Keller looked back at Talon at the memory of all those late nights of Talon telling him stories to get his mind off his nightmares but Talon refused to look at him. He was panting low to the ground, ignoring the glares he was receiving.

Kaylan nodded, accepting the excuse. 

"It is late. We will speak tomorrow about your changing duties as an Alpha in training. Talon, you will spend a week in the pits for your transgressions." The Alpha had spoken and there was no convincing him otherwise. Keller bit his lip against the need to protect his punishment but knew now was not the place.

"Keller." At his father's beckon Keller looked back at him. Kaylan smiled widely despite the tension still in the air. "I am very proud of you my son."

Keller nodded but did not smile back. He quickly turned to Talon. Talon slowly trotted back to the cabin. Keller watched with a pained heart as Talon limped back, his left leg severely damaged and much of his fur matted down with blood. The wolf held his head high and even snapped at a healer when they came forward to help him. Keller was about to follow him but the crowd of wolves swarmed around him to offer him their well wishes.

Percy, Raze, Gage, and Beth struggled to the forefront of the crowd smothering Keller and hugged him.

"Keller, oh my God you're gonna be Alpha! I knew this was going to happen, I told you so," Percy crowed.

"Oh, for the love of God you did not," Beth scowled and shoved Percy away to hug Keller herself.

Percy pushed back and Gage got in between them to stop them from another fight.

"I did too. When we were five and playing, Keller was being all bossy and I said word for word 'oh, we have a future Alpha on our hands'," Percy recalled with a smug grin.

Raze rolled his eyes at them and clapped Keller the back. "Nice going, Alpha. Now I can use all the shit I know about you to blackmail you into making me beta," he teased.

Gage snorted. "If anything, I should be beta and you should be the enforcer."

The pack laughed at the teens antics and Keller only just smiled through it, wanting only to get out of there and go to Talon. He hadn't looked at Keller and he was getting scared. Sure he'd tried to kind of kill Talon but that didn't mean he wanted Talon dead. In fact, he was now more convinced that Talon might just be his mate. When he'd shifted in his half form, he had almost felt Talon's soul call out for his own.

The pack wanted to celebrate and Kaylan allowed for them to bring out drinks and food. This was an occasion to celebrate and he was celebrating with them. Keller sneaked out of the celebration as soon as he could and crept towards the cabin, hoping to be unseen. The fates were on his side since he made it to this room without further incident.

The offending smell of that woman was still there, but it was lessened to a degree. That made Keller feel only marginally better. As the night had worn on, he'd been plagued with insecurity and wanting for Talon. This time he made sure to knock on Talon's door. When he heard neither permission or objection for his entrance, he carefully pushed the door open and saw Talon lashed out on the bed on his stomach.

"Talon," he whispered.

Talon grunted from the bed but otherwise remained still. "What do you want now? See another intruder for you to protect me against?" He sneered.

Keller felt like he'd been slapped at Talon's angry tone. "Talon, please look at me."

"Is that a command, Alpha?" Talon's voice lacked even an ounce of respect, imbued with disgust.

"Talon, please," Keller whimpered. His wolf needed some form of approval and acceptance from Talon after he'd attacked him earlier in the night.

"Fuck you. I got my ass handed to me by your dad just for upsetting you, the fucking prince of this goddamn pack. And now the whole pack thinks I need help from a little runt." Talon's hands fisted at his sides in anger and Keller looked down at himself in shame. He knew the importance of image in the highly competitive pack and the damage looking weak could do. All that Talon had said was true.

Talon shifted on the bed but groaned as he pulled his sore muscle. His were genes were helping with the healing but he wasn't completely healed. There were a few deep gouges that would take a few days to heal. Keller quickly hurried to Talon's side when he heard the older boy groan in pain and reached out a tentative hand to Talon's back. Never had he felt this need, no right to touch Talon. Almost as if his wolf was goading him into placing a lasting claim on Talon.

Talon stiffened when he felt the hovering warmth of Keller's hand on his back but didn't move he was in too much pain to move.

Keller took the opportunity to give into his desires and touched his hand to Talon's abused back. He gasped in dismay when he felt the sticky blood staining his back. He gingerly felt around for the open wounds and skirted them carefully to refrain from causing Talon even more pain. Keller leaned down and licked a trail across Talon's back. It wasn't in a sexual way; pack members licked each other's wounds when a healer wasn't available. Talon's back twitched for a moment but he stayed still under Keller's ministrations.

Keller licked up every bit of blood, both loving and hating the taste. It was salty sweet on his tongue but he wanted Talon's blood as he bit into him, not to feel it oozing out from a wound he was indirectly responsible for. With every swipe of his tongue, he said the apology that would not leave his lips. Keller's tears mixed in with Talon's blood oddly tasted even more delicious. Erotic almost.

He reluctantly pulled away when all of Talon's wounds knitted together. He'd need a days bed rest to fully recover but Keller's saliva had hastened the process greatly. 

"Talon?" Keller whispered softly as his hand hovered over Talon's back. 

He grunted. "What?"

Keller worried his lower lip between his teeth, then let it go in a soft pop. "I'm sorry I attacked you. And that I got you in trouble with dad."

Talon let out a mirthless chuckle. "Well, good for you then."

"Talon," Keller keened, getting frustrated with Talon's lack of response to his apology. "I'm sorry, I really am," he reiterated. "Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

Keller shifted back when Talon made to get up. He winced at the painful pullings of his newly healed muscles and quickly slumped on his back, keeping his elbow propped under him. He leveled a hard stare at Keller; the newbie Alpha squirmed under his steady gaze.

"Stay. Away. From. Me." Talon spoke the simple words without a hint of anger but the lack of it disconcerted Keller. He could deal with anger but this cold nameless emotion was entirely new and mysterious to him. He didn't know how to fight against it.

"I­" but before Keller could say anything, Talon interrupted him.

"Your family took everything from me. They razed my pack and took me away from everyone I loved. As soon as I hit my maturity I'm out of here to join another pack. So until then stay away from me and I won't have to go through this shit again. And neither will any of my lovers, for that matter," he added.

Keller blinked, trying to take in this new revelation. Talon was going to leave him?

He knew all about the raid that had taken place years ago, his father had explained it all when he'd begun reliving the nightmares. Talon's pervious pack and father had stolen Glenna from her previous pack and the Alpha had mated her. She later met Keller's father Kaylan and they mated. But Kaylan at that time had been a rogue wolf who hung with a small band of outcast liners. Apparently, Kaylan had waited until he'd amassed a small army and took Glenna back. But the pack had come back and begun an all out war on Kaylan's pack; at one time they had set fire to their previously pack lands and that was what Kaylan had explain were the origins of Keller's nightmares. Fortunately the attacking pack had been defeated and Talon, and orphan of that pack had been kindly adopted into Kaylan's pack. Keller had always thought it was a romantic story, putting Talon's pack in the role of a villain in opposition to his mother as the distressed maiden and his father as the knight in shining armor. He'd never really thought of that pack as a family that Talon clearly loved. 

"But your part of this pack, you can't leave," Keller was grasping at straws now. He had to make Talon stay.

Talon raised an eyebrow. "And who's going to stop me? Allegiance is voluntary once you hit your majority. Your father may have bit me but I only stay loyal until I hit twenty one. And I know exactly how much your father loves having me around," he said sarcastically.

"I want you here," Keller whispered back, looking down at his hands. 

"Oh yeah, you showed me how much tonight. You and your father are exactly the same. But don't worry, those are the signs of a good Alpha," he mocked bitterly.

With horror, Keller realized how he'd come off to Talon tonight. He was right, Keller had acted like his father; acting out in violence and never even letting Talon speak for himself.

"Talon, oh God, I didn't realize. I was just...overcome. I didn't even realize I had shifted or what I was doing, my wolf was going off instinct." Keller pleaded with Talon to understand with his eyes. But the older wolf had turned his back to Keller so that he was on his side facing the wall.

"Goodnight, Alpha. I'm pretty fucked up right now and I'd like to rest before I'm called to the pits tomorrow." Talon's clear dismissal was like a slap in Keller's face. Though his wolf was telling him to make things better, to stay with Talon and make him forgive him Keller knew he'd done enough this night. The least he could do was for once listen to Talon and comply with his wishes.

He rose from the bed and let himself out of the room, closing the door softly after himself. He leaned his head against the door for a minute to gather his bearings.

He gasped when he heard the whispered words, thanks to his elevated senses. He swore he heard Talon whisper 'Be safe, killer.'

He ran to his room and kicked his door shut as he threw himself on the bed, finally letting the tears escape. He knew without a doubt now Talon was his mate. And he'd attacked and hurt his mate tonight, driving him away in the end. He had to do whatever Talon wanted to earn his forgiveness but the one thing he would not do was let him go. Even if he had to pull out his Alpha status, he'd keep Talon with him.

Keller's sleep was fitful that night, his copious tears leaving an itchy trail down his cheeks. He woke up with puffy eyes and a headache, not helped by the high beam of sunlight falling right on his face. He woke up with a groan. Keller stumbled out of the room, wanting to take a cold shower to wake him up. It was late afternoon so he knew that Talon was probably at the pits and cursed himself. He was going to use whatever pull he had and drag his mother into it if need be to get his father to rescind the punishment. He still didn't understand why Kaylan had gotten so angry at Talon. He'd expected to end punished himself, not Talon.

After a quick shower, he hurried towards the mess hall to see his father. He ignored many of the pack members who wanted to talk to him and bypassed his group of friends who were taking their lunch. If he had spared them a glance, he would have seen the pitting looks they sent his way. Kaylan looked up when he heard the murmurs of his pack and smiled when he saw his son.

Without preamble, Keller stared his father down without any need to submit like other wolves. They would usually avoid looking at the Alpha's eyes but Keller found he had no trouble. He'd always thought it was because Kaylan was his father but now he attributed that to his status as another fellow Alpha. 

"Alpha, I need to talk to you about Talon." Keller purposefully used his father's title, which he rarely used to make a point. He was claiming his right as an Alpha, an Alpha that his father had to acknowledge and respect.

Kaylan lost his smile and nodded solemnly. "So you've heard. I say good riddance; he caused too much trouble in this pack. We don't need a weak wolf like that in our pack anymore."

Keller frowned. "Wait, what are you talking about?" He felt his heart pounding up his throat, until his tongue was almost vibrating at the force. His mouth went dry as he replayed Talon's words. He wouldn't leave, he couldn't leave! He wasn't twenty one yet. He had time, he had time!

"Talon left. He refused his punishment and I took back my bite," Kaylan explained clinically. Keller knew what that entailed. He'd seen it once when a young wolf had abused one of the pack members and Kaylan had publicly exiled him. The only way to take back an allegiance bite was to bite into the original mark then infuse it with silver and wolfsbane. It mixed with the saliva of the alpha and eradicated his claim and protection on that wolf. Keller could still remember the screams of pain of that wolf and he'd been past his majority. After, the wound was sealed with a brand, forever branding the wolf. Many lost their minds and became lone wolves; rarely did other packs accept a wolf that had defected or been exiled. If wolves from different packs wanted to mate, their mates would bite atop the allegiance bite and that by extension extended the Alpha's protection and claim on the bitten mate.