This Hunger for my Brother

Hi, I’m Alexander Cole, sixteen years old and am in love with my nineteen year old brother, Marque. We both have ash blond hair framing our face, though his is a shade darker than mine and he’s naturally a few inches taller than me. We look so much alike, blue eyes, small baby face and a nice body. I play basketball and he swims.

We live with our mom in a house in Washington, DC. Mom’s hardly home because she has to work to support us, so it’s mostly only me and Marque here. We do everything together because it’s always been the two of us. But for the past two years I’ve found myself having dirty thoughts about the brother I use to bathe with all the time when we were younger. I mention that because I’ve always appreciated his naked body, until that appreciation transformed into lustful need.

Right now though, I’m sitting across from him eating breakfast; cornpuffs cereal. I’m heading to school after and he has swimming lessons later. He left his last job and is looking for another one but haven’t found anything suitable yet, but he never leaves his love for swimming behind. He now helps out on the swim team at school some evenings.

We have a good relationship…brotherly relationship, me and him. Thing is, he knows I want to jump him. I’m not shy and I told him quiet plainly a few times before while we’re alone that I’d rather be fucking his cock than doing my homework. The first time he slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars and my jaw was swollen for days. I told mom a basketball hit me in the face by accident. Despite his reaction, he apologized to me for hurting me a few days later though. I told him sucking his dick would make me feel loads better and he laughed nervously before walking away. I didn’t really push the issue too much though, because although these were my feelings and I wanted him, I wouldn’t want to fuck my fourteen years old younger brother either (if I had one). So I willed myself to leave him alone for a little bit.

Besides, I was a virgin. Wanting to get fucked by my older brother didn’t mean I wanted to get fucked by him. The idea was erotic and so fucking scary at the same time. One of my biggest fears was how much would it hurt?

The thing is, by age fifteen I’ve been drugged and fucked in the back room of a club. My first time too. I don’t do drugs, mind you, but that guy was hot and he wanted me. I was high off the excitement and he finally managed to pull me away from my friends. He tried to give me the drugs and I said no, but he forced me to take it; the drugs and other things. He didn’t hurt me too badly though and to be honest, before my second climax I was begging for it so much he dubbed me a pro. It must have been the drugs but it felt so damn good I was shaking badly with the force while watching myself get fucked. He made sure I could see myself taking every inch. When we were through he did a quick clean up job and left me there in the room with my legs spread, then he lit a cigarette, blew a plume of smoke at me then walked away. I was able to leave the club relatively unnoticed despite what had happened; the drugs didn’t affect me at all except for the high like he promised. No headache, nausea, confusion or any of that stuff. I never heard from the guy again but I’d been taking cock more frequently after that. I always imagine it was Marque though.

I remember the guy I met at the coffee shop a few blocks away a few months ago that kept staring at me. Being the type of person I am, after it got annoying I approached him and asked him what the fuck his problem was. He said I look hot. I asked him if he wanted to fuck my cute little ass and he smiled. I went home with him and found out he was a twin. That was one wild ride. All the time they were fucking me they were touching each other intimately, kissing and caressing; like lovers.

I envy them, why couldn’t my brother want me like that?

I glared at Marque from across the table. Since he found out I’m into him like that, he hardly looks at me at all, especially now that we’re around the same table; this close. His face is buried in the morning paper and he barely so much as throw a glance my way. I look back at my cereal and continue eating before thinking that the ass before me is the reason why I ended up with that guy some time ago getting fucked in the back of his car.