Drunken brother

by Daniel Berasaluce

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HOWARD’S STORY

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I saw Liam coming to the kitchen with the clear effects of a hangover. Obviously my brother had no lucidity then. He had always drunk too much and now he stumbled with the kitchen furniture before he poured his coffee.

-I don’t know what I am doing but I know I need a shower. Oh, I stink.

-Have your coffee first, Liam.

The Rees brothers lived together in a flat and Liam had started studying to become a fireman. I was 20, a year younger than him and was still finishing my secondary education and later wanted to become a cop.

-Howard –he asked me-, did I do anything inappropriate last night? I am embarrassed but don’t know why.

-I want you to sit comfortably and listen to what I am gonna tell you now.

-But I must have a shower.

-You can have your shower later.

-So what did I do last night, brother; do you know?

-That’s what I want to tell you now.

-I have no memories of last night, other than we were celebrating the birthday of our friends, the Garrett Twins.

-I want to talk to you about the risks of alcohol. And I am serious, Liam. You should totally quit drinking. When you drink, you lose your mind completely and you don’t know what you are doing.

-What the fuck did I do, Howard? Please tell me.

-You raped a boy last night.

-Fuck, did I do that?

-Believe me, bro, you did. Can’t you see you could end up in jail? That guy could report you.

-Oh, shit –and he began then to cry his eyes out.

-So let me first ask you this: you chose a boy to rape, so of course I have to ask you, are you gay?

-I am bro. Oh, I never dared tell you.

-You could have told me, Liam. I would of course have respected you. Come here and hug me.

And we affectionately embraced. And I told him he could always tell me whatever he wanted. But then after having recovered a bit his sanity with his first sips of coffee, he asked me what he was so restless about.

-For God’s sake, Howard, tell me who I raped and how the hell you know that.

-The boy you raped will never report you, Liam, so be calm.

-Who was it?

-It was me that you raped, bro.

-Oh, shit –he broke down completely and fell on his knees and started to apologize but I told him to stand up.

-I only want to tell you what you did, bro. So I hope now you listen to my whole story, but first let me tell you something. Despite what you did last night, you are the one I like most in this world; let me state this clearly first. In a sense I am glad of one thing at least. If you had to rape somebody I am glad you chose me, bro, because I love you and always will and I will never report you. Hope this is always clear to you. I don’t want you to apologize. I want you to think carefully about the chance of totally giving up alcohol.

-Howard, did I fuck you?                           

-You certainly did, Liam.

-Oh, shit, my sweet brother, forgive me please.

-You were a bastard with me. You not only raped me. You thought I was a bitch and you were paying me and had all the right to do many things to me and you beat me, humiliated me, insulted me, disgusted me, all that.

-Did I pay you?

-Thank God you didn’t. That’s a humiliation I couldn’t stand and now I would have returned the money to you if you had. So can I tell you now the whole story?

-Do it please. I wanna be my whole life apologizing to you, Howard.

-Just let me ask you: have you ever thought about me sexually?

-Oh yes I have, forgive me.

-I don’t want you to be your whole life apologizing. I just want you to carefully listen to all I’m gonna tell you. I don’t want you to cry. I just want you to think seriously that you should never drink anymore.

-Ok, Howard, please tell me.

-At nine we went to Nick and Dick Garrett’s house. It was full of people. We greeted the twins warmly and congratulated them and started enjoying the party and began dancing. Of course you started to drink soon. I counted at least five long glasses of your favourite drink: gin and coke. I was watching you with some concern because I know too well that you always drink too much and soon start to lose your mind. You started soon to clearly dance totally drunk.

-I’m afraid one day I can even reveal my gay feelings or reveal my lust for the Garrett Twins, especially Dick.

-One more danger of drinking, Liam.

-Go on.

-There was a moment when I could not resist the hot temperature or the smell of the room, full of smoke and yes, Liam, I was fed up of watching you dancing drunk so I went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette and suddenly you came to the balcony and with no previous words you started to touch me erotically and even grope my crotch with lust.

-Oh hell Howard; forgive me.

-I knew very well you did not know what you were doing. You soon said something that frightened me.

-What did I say?

-You told me this: so, you are the bitch I have just called and told I wanted to do a lot of things with. You are a very cute bitch; hope you are just as good in bed –and you kept on touching me all over, even my crotch and you perceived the supposed bitch you had hired last night wasn’t getting hard, and you asked me.

-Do I not turn you on? You must be very used to giving boys sexual fun. Why are you not hard?

-I didn’t know what to do then. I still liked you in that moment, bro, believe me. But you were confusing me with a bitch and I couldn’t let you return to the party, not in that condition. So I decided to follow your charade and tell you that I would get hard when we were in bed. Understand me, Liam: it was just a way to persuade you to leave the Garrett Twins’ house at once and take you home where I would try and persuade you to enter your bed and sleep it off. So you soon agreed with me and totally horny at your bitch you said it was a good idea to leave the house and find a bed to have sex in. And we finally left the party and fortunately you didn’t fuck up telling people I was your bitch or something.

-Oh bro, I’m starting to notice what you must have felt. You should hate me Howard.

-Please listen calmly to all I still have to tell you. You are my brother and I love you and that has not changed, understood?

-Ok Howard, go on.

-I think I could have persuaded you after all, even if you walked with a perceptible boner all the time. But first we had to cross The Heroes’ Park. As we were crossing it, you found a well hidden place among some hazelnut trees and suddenly you jumped treacherously on me and made me lie on the floor and soon you took your dick out. I was scared as hell, for you have a really long dick and did not know what you wanted me to do, but soon you told me you wanted me to suck your cock. We will do many things, but we would start there, that’s what you told me.

-Oh shit, Howard, did you suck my cock at last?

-I had no more chance since you pointed at your hard cock and asked me to suck it at once. I was totally read by then and quite blushing. Of course I did not want to do it, not my brother’s cock. I have never blown anybody; I’m not gay and have never felt like doing such a thing. But you started to notice then that I did not want to do it and started to slap me hard in the face, ordering me to suck your cock.

-You’re the cutest of bitches –you told me-, but I can see that you’re rebel to start. What’s wrong with my dick? I’m sure you have sucked many cocks before, you bitch, and now you are to suck mine –you told me all that constantly slapping my face and even spanking my ass then. Hard to tell you bro that in that moment I felt absolutely humiliated. You treated me like rubbish and I almost cried. But I thought that what I could never stand was being beaten by my brother and knowing perfectly well you did not know what you were doing, I said I had no way out. I had no chance but face the ordeal of sucking my brother’s cock, for I did not want to be beaten.

All the time of breakfast my brother was crying listening to what I told him. He was on the verge of a heart attack. I was sure all the time that last night he didn’t know what he was doing but now I became more certain.

-So I started to suck your cock, what could I do? And in that moment I had a comforting thought. I knew it was gonna be an ordeal, bro, but I like you so much that the sudden thought came to me that since I had no more chance than sucking a cock, it was good at least to know that it was precisely your cock. I was glad again that it was me that you had chosen. And that’s all I thought about. The next day you would remember nothing and I could try to persuade you never to drink again but I suddenly thought of my brother’s fun. Since I had no chance I would try and please you, even if I feared as hell that you would also rape me sooner or later.

-Did you really want to give me fun, Howard?

-I could not face the entire difficult situation unless I kept that comforting thought and I started to even feel tenderness for you, thinking: my poor brother does not know what he is doing. I was noticing then that you are also dominant, are you not?

-I am, oh hell, tell me everything. I will spend years crying for having hurt the one I love most.

-But I don’t want that, bro. Believe everything was an ordeal, but I like you just the same as I’ve always liked you.

-Thanks, Howard. Please go on.

-I started then to suck your cock but I was possibly doing it awkwardly for you kept on slapping me. I told you then.

-Please don’t slap me. I will do whatever you tell me. I’ll try to be better. And I lied and told you indeed I had sucked many cocks but I had a bit of a headache and knew I wasn’t doing it ok but I could improve. And at least you stopped slapping me then.

-So give me a good blowjob, you bitch. I’m paying you for that, remember –but at least you stopped beating me.

-So I only focused on the pleasure you would have being blown, though I was totally sure you would not remember anything today. I even thought that maybe when you had cum, you would not be so aggressive and maybe would relax. Well, bro, I can tell you that although I have always thought that sucking a cock would be disgusting, it is no big deal, Liam. I can tell you I could even have enjoyed the taste were it not I knew it was my brother’s cock that I was sucking. After just two minutes you congratulated me and told me I was finally doing a good job. Hard to explain how humiliated I felt when I started to identify myself with a real whore and started to feel what they must often feel.

-Forgive me again if you can, Howard. Holy Heaven!

-But in the midst of the blowjob you did something more.

With a lot of fears in his eyes, he asked me what it was that he had done.

-You started to piss in my mouth.

-Oh, shit Howard. I’m a real pig. I’m terrified now knowing what I did to my brother and knowing what I could have done. Tell me bro, did I also shit you?

-Yesterday night, Liam, I knew your whole personality: you are gay, dominant and started to perceive how pig you are.

-That’s the reason I hardly ever wash. Now you know Howard. I like stinking because I like stinking boys.

-You did not shit me, be quiet, but it was all the time a threat. You told me when you were pissing that you would also shit me as you had agreed when you phoned your bitch. You told me you would shit me when you had fucked me but when the moment came you told me you didn’t feel like taking a dump after all. So relax in this at least, Liam: you didn’t force me to eat your shit after all.

-I’m glad about that at least. Please finish the blowjob. I want to know what else I did to the greatest of brothers. Oh, Howard, if you don’t want me to apologize, let me at least hear your entire story with tears in my eyes.

-Ok, Liam, I’ll finish the blowjob. After you have finished pissing, I continued to suck your cock but you were too horny to hold it and two minutes later you came into my mouth. And cum is not so awful after all. And then you told me that all the fun you had agreed to have with the bitch you had called would continue now. But first let me tell you this again: I want you to have this notion crystal-clear in your mind so you don’t spend your whole life with a shock. The ordeal would continue but I love you, Liam and I always will. All I had to do later I did thinking about your fun, even knowing you would not remember anything today. And hear me say this, bro: instead of spending your whole life blaming yourself and with a shock, I would like you to constantly beat off at the memory. It must be arousing for you to think you had sex with your brother. Just think about it.

-I still can’t believe what a hot brother I have. You should hate me now and you tell me to masturbate thinking about what happened last night.

-Remember all the time I had the thought that since I had no more chance than having sex with my brother, it would save me to think that I was only giving you fun. I only wish you could remember the details and jack off with them.

-Oh, my sweet brother, what did I do next?

-You took off your shoes and socks and told me I should go on doing everything we had agreed on the phone and now I should lick your feet. Yes, Liam, they stank as they stink right now. That would be my next ordeal, but I knew very well I had no more chance. Later I hope you let me tell you the version of what your brother really felt. But knowing I had to do it and I didn’t want you angry again, I rested my tongue at your stinking feet, determined to lick them too.




                         


                                


by Daniel Berasaluce

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