My Brother Becomes My Master

My brother, a year older than me, was the spitting image of our dad. He was butch and arguably ugly. Like, dad, he had a mean streak and loved bullying me. I resembled my lithe mother, nauseatingly often getting told I was too pretty to be a boy. I understandably was easy prey for Ryan, my brother. By the time I was thirteen, his favourite trick was smearing his fingers in his arse and rubbing his icky digits in my nostrils. My dad was not my protector in these matters, and as much as mom protested, my laughing father philosophically said that men had to learn to defend themselves. Dad revelled in Ryan’s continuous misdemeanours.

It was at this time, unsurprisingly, that Ryan’s luck ran out, and he got placed in juvie for five years on a theft charge. Traumatic as Ryan’s incarceration was for dad and mom, for me it was a relief.

Before Ryan’s departure, he had begun to sprout pubic hair, and his cock had started growing substantially. Nudity among the males in our household had never been an issue, and the spare bathroom with its enormous shower was the domain of the men. I always felt inadequate when I saw Ryan’s ever-increasing endowment. My hairy father had a large cock, and it became clear that Ryan would shortly become a chip off the old block. My hairless weenie gave me sleepless nights, and the teasing from Ryan did not help matters.

Selfishly, after Ryan’s abrupt departure, I revelled in the additional bonding that developed between my father and me. It was with a hint of sadness when Ryan returned to our lives a year earlier than anticipated due to good behaviour. Ryan only served four years of his term, and therefore, would spend his last year of school at home.

By this time, at the age of sixteen, my cock and pubes had flourished, and I no longer had to endure family mockery any longer.

As expected, Ryan now matched our father in physical endowment. The second change to Ryan was the licentious control Ryan displayed over me when we were alone in our room. Ryan always seemed to be fidgeting with his dick and acting in a lewd and suggestive manner. He always pawed at me or jokingly pretended to be a randy dog as he rubbed up against me.

Although Ryan’s behaviour never overstepped the mark, a seismic shift occurred one afternoon, when upon entering our room, I found Ryan scrolling through the pictures on my phone.

As my heart almost stopped, he suspiciously asked, “Why do you have pics of naked men, Robin?”

Looking like deer caught in the headlights, my head dropped in embarrassment as I stared at the floor.

“I always knew you were going to become a pussy-boy. Robin, in juvie the boys like you got abused by boys like me. Although we all preferred real girls when there is no real pussy around, there is no harm in a bit of practice, and practice makes perfect, as they say,” he salaciously expounded.  

If I naively assumed that being brothers, Ryan would not be ‘practicing’ on me, I was in for a shock. I, however, was more concerned about the upper hand this would give him in the household and shitting myself about the cost that his spiteful silence might incur.

“Please don’t tell mom and dad… I am not ready to come out yet,” I sincerely implored.

“Do you have a boyfriend, and have you been fucked already?” Ryan lustfully inquired before I began shaking my head negatively.

“Well, looks like you also need some practice,” Ryan lewdly informed me, with his eyes spinning with horniness.

“What do you mean? Ryan, you’re my brother!” I frantically reasoned.

“Jeez, Robin, when I was in juvie, I was amazed to find I was the only guy who had not fucked his younger brother. Besides, what are you worried about, falling pregnant?” Ryan guffawed before sardonically adding, “You are lucky that you didn’t go to juvie because your arse would have been like central station. You would’ve been gangbanged to death.”

As I watched in disbelief, Ryan dropped his trousers, and soon I saw his erect dick heading in my direction as I sat on my bed. After his hand gripped the hair on my head, I protested by veering my face to the side.

“You can protest all you like, Robin, but our folks will only get home in three hours. Before then, I am going to stick my dick in your mouth and you are going to suck my cock. Don’t play innocent with me faggot.”

I frantically tried to fight him off to no avail. Ryan was infinitely more powerful than I was, and soon I was on my back with him smearing his cock all over my face. Although I found the scenario unnatural, I inexplicably found the scene more and more exciting. After his fingers blocked my nostrils, I ultimately had to open my mouth and receive his dick. As I lay there, startled but turned-on, Ryan commenced skull-fucking me. Thankfully, his initial onslaught was gentle, but soon I began choking as he intensified his actions.

“Just relax your fuckin’ throat, bitch,” he yelled.

Overwhelmed completely, I accepted my fate and slowly began to relax. As his cock delved deeper, my throat started adjusting to the invasion, and I had become putty in his hands.

“Oh, yeah, cocksucker, I know this is what you want. Now do what you were meant for,” Ryan roared as his hands manhandled my head, and he plowed my mouth as I whimpered.  

After a while, Ryan surprised me by relinquishing my head. Then instructing me to get up, he lay back on the bed and demanded that I service his dick and balls. By now, I was comprehensively involved in our interaction and lunged onto his crotch rabidly. After allowing me initially to do my thing, Ryan shortly commenced controlling the situation as his authoritative hands commandeered my head once more.  

“Take it all, bitch, I want to go balls deep,” Ryan brutally intoned. With his knob lodged in my throat, his hands clamped on the back of my head solidifying his total incursion. I could not believe that I was coping and overjoyed when he gushed, “Fuck, you are a natural. Oh, Jesus, I have hit the jackpot. I’ve got my very own live-in fuck slut!” 

With my mouth full of dick, all I could do was grunt my gratefulness.

“When I cum, I expect you to swallow the family seed. But before that, I want you to lick my arsehole,” Ryan said as his hands gripped hold of his uplifted ankles.

When I commenced licking, the heavenly aroma of bum sweat assailed my nostrils. By now, I was so horny that I lapped at Ryan’s hole like a starving wolf.

The sounds he made as I did so were incredible. In between the grunts and groans, he exulted, “Fuck, you are the best bum-boy I have ever had. I never experienced this before in juvie.” 

In his excitement, Ryan began feverishly tugging on his cock.

“I am getting close… Oh, fuck, I am going to cum,” Ryan stammered.

Equal to the task, my mouth enveloped his dick as a steady lava flow began erupting. I never knew that strange I found the taste, it would become a lifelong addictive delicacy.

Once we got done, I lay on the bed next to Ryan as we regained our composure. A short while later, Ryan astounded me as he sensually began kissing me. It was heavenly!

When our lips finally parted, Ryan asked, “Are you okay with this, Robin?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“You do realize that I am going to fuck your backside tonight?” He smilingly asserted.

“Yeah, I’m your bitch now, bro,” I replied with a giggle before we again kissed.

That night, my brother took my cherry. Uncomfortable as it was initially, the pain was the most pleasurable agony I had ever experienced. Ryan was an insatiable stud.

Our afternoons after school, and evenings once my parents had gone to sleep, got spent having sex. Plenty of sex! Unfortunately, he was only able to spank me before our parents got home in the afternoons, as we had to be less vocal at night.

At breakfast a few days after our initial encounter, mum looked at our dad and asked, “Aren’t you happy about how well our boys have finally bonded?”

Ryan innocently smiled as I sat there with my backside tingling.

Oddly, dad had an insightful expression on his face as he agreed.