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How I Became My Baby Brother Bobby's Little Bitch


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I was 26 when my baby brother turned me the fuck out.

 

I was home visiting and partying in the attic. I was in my jock and getting cloudy not realizing baby bro was watching.

 

I had been a junky fag ever since I start hitting that glass dick with my uncle Jake when I was 18.

 

He had me and my best friend Chad get in jockstraps and sit in chairs next to each other with our ankles handcuffed together. Prepping us for frat life in college he said and gave us “weed” to smoke.

 

Hit after hit after hit after hit until we almost felt like puking.

 

He played porn the whole time —so by the time we were done and spun and he whipped his cock out— we were ready to just do just about whatever  he wanted.

 

Now my baby brother Bobby, 8 years younger and barely 18 was handing his own glass dick to my dry chapped lips saying, “I’m gonna get you spun the fuck out from the shit the crack whore down the street gave us.  I use you as a guinea pig and it fucks you up good…”

 

So I take a hit.

 

It’s a big one and it tastes like a nasty toxic chemical cloud so I know it’s gonna be good and sure enough it goes straight to my cock.

 

And Bobby’s hands graze my tits which drive me into a tailspin.

 

 

“Look Tommy,” he says  holding one tit in each hand. “You always had a problem with drugs.  And I always looked up to you, so whatever drug you did.  I did them because that's what brothers do.  So when it was coke and crack, I did that… and when you switched to meth…. Well fuck Tommy, you know how great it makes your cock feel.”

 

We’re both in jockstraps and have massive hard ons. I don’t remember when he put the dog collar on that says “property of Robert Drake.” But before I can think about that he’s pulling my sac out of the pouch in my jock aside and putting  a fat rubber ox ball cock ring up around my huge nut sac and uncut cock.

 

“Remember Tina? That crack head bitch down the street—you graduated from high school together, right?”

 

He’s whispering in my ear and it tickles and I want him to shove his tongue in my ear and then my mouth.

 

“Well that whore moved back into her mom’s house, another crack whore, two doors down—n and she still has a thing for you. So I decided I was gonna mark my territory before she got any ideas and popped by to lend you some sugar or some shit.”

 

He grabs my leg and stretches it out while he plays with my foot—it drives me crazy—then puts my foot on his hot sweaty sac.

 

“Well I got her to give me some of the shit you told me not to do ever—you guessed it—meth.  I never saw you on it. You hid it from the family pretty well. But I got some and I told you it was blow and to just snort and you did.”

 

He looks me in the eyes, mine are trying to focus on his blurry face—crystal fucks with my vision.

 

“And I watched you. You changed almost immediately.  You went from the burn out older brother I wanted to fuck and transformed into the pervy, insanely horny, sexy as fuck deviant I am going to fuck. Soon as you finished that rail, you just started taking off your clothes. You’re sitting there with your jock on and I said to myself 'this is my chance… this is my chance to breed my brother.’”

 

“Hey, Tommy,” he grabs my face by the chin and looks me in the eye. “Do me a solid. I think I left something of yours behind the couch—pretty sure you’ve been looking for it.”

 

I get excited thinking it’s the 1.24 gram shard I somehow lost earlier (or did I do it? Can’t remember). I tug at my cock thinking about finding it. And as I  try to look over the back of the couch to look behind it, I fumble. I flop over— ass up— searching for the thing I can't find because it was never back there. In doing so I expose my fat hairy ass to my baby brother. My hole is puckering because of the meth and suddenly there’s a burning sensation. I look behind me and Bobby is licking his finger and sticking it in the bag and pulling out another shard covered finger and aims it square at my hole before it pops in.

 

And suddenly I’m in heat. I growl involuntarily like a bitch—as in a female dog.

 

 

Bobby pulls his fat adolescent cock out of his sweat pants and spits on it like they do in the pornos I made him watch with me when we were younger. He walks up behind me, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s about to pop my cherry, first stretching the sphincter, and nothing I say is gonna stop him.

 

“Hey Tommy,” he sneers, “Should I spit on that pig hole of yours before I smash it?”

 

Pig hole?

 

Where did he learn that and why is it giving me a chub? I think.

 

But it’s rhetorical and before I have time to react he’s shoving his big boy boner in my hole. And reaching around to play with my tits like I’m a girl. The pleasure is as intense as the  pain and it comes it waves because of the meth in my veins. He pulls out and it makes a wet popping sound that makes me even hornier and grabs me by the straps of my jock  and says, “Stop trying to pull away you faggot!”

 

I make a half ass effort to struggle and he leans in to me and tickles my ear again saying, “The more you resist, the more it turns me on.”

 

And I can feel the truth of that statement as his fat mushroom cap triples in size inside my lower intestines.

 

Yeah we both moan simultaneously.

 

Suddenly there’s a banging sound— it’s of car doors closing.

 

Mom’s pulled  in the drive way and we hear the car alarm signal that the car is locked. We hear her coming up the stairs, the distinct cadence of her footfalls are all too familiar.

 

She’s yelling my name—needs my help getting something from the trunk to the garage. 

 

My eyes are glazed over because I’m so fucking spun and also in bliss because Bobby’s meaty teenage cock is thrusting in and out of my hole. 

 

“Tommy's a little busy right now—he’s getting his ass destroyed in this game we’re playing ma,” Bobby yells back.

 

I hear her sigh outside the door and say ‘"Well, when you’re finished tell him to move the bags of mulch in the trunk in to the garage please.”

 

“Yeah… he’ll get right… to… it!” He yells, punctuating each word with a thrust into my hole.

 

 

I kinda try to struggle again and push him off but I don’t really want that and I am so fucking retarded and gooning gone-out-the-fuck-my-mind that my lil’ brother has the power to do anything he wants.

 

My pussy is getting pounded by my kid fucking brother and as he hits my prostate again and  again and leans in … the pressure on my bladder is too much and I just start pissing.

 

Bobby stops for a second and looks at me incredulous.

 

“Are you fucking kidding me bro? This is a problem brother.”

 

He grabs me by my hair forces my face into the puddle on the hard wood floor. The way you would drag a dog over to show it the mess he made.

 

”See that?!  See that mess you made?!  Good dogs don't make messes— so what I'm gonna need you to do is be a good dog…. and clean it......with your tongue.”

 

My cock just surges and gets harder. I feign struggle.

 

“Ah-ah-ah…. you aren't getting let go until this mess is cleaned.”

 

Bobby then slams my face into the piss puddle and says “Clean it.....clean it you stupid faggot cum dumpster!”

 

And I do. I start lapping it up like an animal.

 

“Good boy. Who’s a good little bitch? Who’s daddy’s little girl? Tommy is. Tommy is a good little bitch.”

And then he pulls my head up by my hair to face him and I think—I want him— to give me a big wet slobbering kiss and he stares in my eyes.

 

And spits in my face.

 

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Damn this is fucking hot - right up to the end when he spits in his face 

and this is why growing up I always wanted a brother 

Nice twist - and very hot that it is a younger not older brother taking charge 

(loved the interruption of the mom coming home and how little brow covered) 

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8 hours ago, dazzasboy said:

This is such a turn on, I cannot believe somebody wrote my fantasy

Thanks, bro!  I am working on a new one!

* FYI guys I wanted to respond to everyone who commented but bc I am a new member I can only do two a day!

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Sorry, but I seem to have lost the long-winded, although highly complimentary, version of this note. Here’s the truncated version:

Your story surprised me—it was so well done for a first effort here. I like that attitude Baby Bro Bobby shows, too!

Welcome to the group, BigBroAlex!

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