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Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut Chapter 6 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. This is my first time submitting my writing and welcome any feedback. You can email me at [email protected] Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org fty/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! I look back at Logan and he looked so peaceful. It took everything in me not to wake him up and fuck the shit out of him right on that couch. Soon enough I’d get to watch a cock go in and out of his tight little pussy. I’d get to hear him moan and beg like the whore he is. I look at my phone again, rubbing my cock, waiting for Brian to reply. It was 2 in the morning, I’m sure he was sleeping. I was harder than I’ve ever been, and it wasn’t going to go down anytime soon. I look over at Logan again. I was torn, it was like I had an angel and demon on each one of my shoulders. The angel was telling me to go to bed, while the demon was saying ‘you already rubbed his hole, you might as well continue’. I put my phone in my pocket and decided to put Logan to bed. I picked him up and carried him to his room. Instinctively, he nuzzled his head into my pits. Fuck! He wasn’t making this any easier. When I finally laid him down, I heard him moaning softly. “Daddy! I need it!” He moaned out in his innocent little voice. My cock was throbbing even harder now. “Please daddy give it to me,” he said moments later. This little whore was dreaming of dick! Against my better judgement, I begin to undress him from the waist down. The lights were on, so I was seeing him in all his glory. His soft, smooth skin looked inviting. I tugged on his pants a bit, and paused in case he woke up, but nothing. He was drunk, he wasn’t going to wake up. I run my hands up and down his legs. The lightest dusting of hair was starting to come in. I stopped rubbing him, when he let out a loud snore and rolled over on his side, his mouth slightly open. If this wasn’t the universe giving me a sign, I don’t know what is. I stand up and pull down my jeans and underwear just under my heavy nutsack. I could smell the musk of a long day on me. I stand near his mouth and begin to jerk off. I wanted to shove it in his mouth, but I was scared. I was precumming like crazy. I inch a bit closer and the clear liquid makes contact with Logan’s lips and I swear to you, he licked it off. This was it. I bring the large head of my cock and place it on his lips and he started lapping it up and moaning. Brian was right, he was born for this. I had to stop thinking of Logan as some innocent little boy and start treating him like what he is, a faggot slut! I am jerking my cock as he sucks on the tip of my dick. It felt amazing, my meat spreading his lips. The visions I have had in my head for the past few days were finally becoming a reality. I was getting close. I jerk my cock faster and harder until I felt my orgasm rising. Before I knew it, I was cumming in Logan’s mouth and he was swallowing in his sleep. I look down and his little dick was tenting his little tighty whiteys. I toss my head back in pleasure as the last few spurts land in his willing mouth. After a few minutes, I open my eyes. What the fuck!? I was right back on the couch, Logan’s head still nuzzled in my now wet crotch. I rubbed my eyes and looked around confused. Wait, had I just been dreaming this whole time? It had all felt so real, his skin, his mouth, the orgasm. I look down and notice that Logan’s face looks a bit wet. Jesus Christ! I shot a load in my sleep and the cum had soaked through onto his face. I move Logan gently to stand up. I felt like a fucking teenager, cumming in my pants like that, but fuck, that had been a realistic ass dream. I could feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth! You don’t think… nah, Logan was asleep. I would have noticed if he had pulled down my pants and started sucking me, wouldn’t I? I instantly start to feel guilty. I hated this back and forth bullshit! I figured after fucking Natalie, I would have gotten this whole fantasy out of my head. I grab some water and some napkins and wipe Logan’s face off before putting him in bed. I needed to stop this. izmit escort This is my little brother! The next morning, I woke up feeling like death. I could hear some noise in the living room and figured the guys were already awake. I walk into my private bathroom and grab a few ibuprofens and swallow them dry. Please, work quickly, I tell the medicine. I splashed some cold water on my face and change into some sweat pants and take off my shirt before walking out into the living room. “Hey, well look who’s finally awake,” Stephen teases. “Haha, says the pussy that passed out first. Shit even Logan held out longer than you did!” I tease him back. I noticed Logan’s eyes scanning my chest and the lump in my sweat pants. I scratch my balls making my dick bounce a little and Logan saw I caught him looking and he quickly turned his head, blushing. Stephen was watching TV, so he didn’t notice anything at all. My head was still hurting but it wasn’t as bad as when I first woke up. “Whatever man! I worked all day and I was tired!” Stephen says getting up and walking into the kitchen in just his boxers. I noticed they were a bit tented and I swore I saw a small wet spot. “How long have you guys been up for? How you are feeling, Bubba?” I ask as I grabbed a water from the fridge. “I’m ok. Stephen gave me some ibuprofen, so I feel a little better. I don’t think I like drinking!” He says. I laugh, “Well, that’s good because you’re not gonna be drinking.” He gives me a nod and a smile, “I know.” Stephen cooked biscuits and gravy for breakfast and the greasiness of the food was just what the three of us needed. Well, that and the pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. The rest of the morning we spend cleaning up the mess we made the night before. “Hey what do you guys think of doing a little sledding this afternoon? After that we can grill some steaks for dinner? Maybe start a little bonfire,” I suggest, and Logan readily agrees. “Yes! I haven’t been sledding in a long time,” He says and then looks embarrassed at how excited he had gotten. “You guys know how I feel about the cold,” Stephen starts to complain. “Yeah, I know, you’re a bitch!” I tease him. We start wrestling around grabbing each other and rolling around on the floor, “Fuck you,” Stephen says, as he currently has the upper hand. I could see Logan watching us intently. I quickly maneuver myself and end up on top of Stephen, my cock resting on his ass, “See I told you, a bitch!” We all laugh, and I give Stephen a hand to help him up, “I let you win. I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of Logan,” Stephen says before going into his room to change. I laugh heading to my room to put on warmer clothes before braving the snow. When I finished dressing, I head outside to the shed where we kept some outdoors equipment. I grab a few of the sleds and set them to the side. There was a huge hill near our cabin where Logan and I used to sled all the time. I smile remembering all the times we had back when Logan was an innocent boy. Whenever I thought of him smiling, just being a kid, I felt guilty for all the dirty, perverse thoughts I was having. My emotions were all over the place. Being here was bittersweet. I was happy to be here with Logan and Stephen, but I also missed my dad. I knew he wouldn’t want to see us sad, so I tried my best to put a smile on my face before heading inside to rush the guys. When I head inside I hear Logan and Stephen talking in a hushed town. I tried my best to keep it down. I don’t know why, but, I had a feeling something was happening. I didn’t want to assume anything, but you know when you get that nagging feeling telling you something is up? Well, that’s how I felt. “Stop Logan. If Lex finds out, he’ll kill us,” I heard Stephen saying. “No, he won’t! He won’t even find out. I promise. I know you want it. Plus, it’s not like I haven’t done it already!” Logan says boldly. Who was this kid!? I rounded the corner into the kitchen. Again, I half expected to find Stephen with his cock out while Logan sat on his knees stuffing his throat with man meat. However, they were both talking casually in the kitchen. “Done what?” I ask, surprising them both. “Oh…umm… Hey dude you ready to go?” Stephen asks flustered. “What have you done already Logan?” I ask, eyeing both of them suspiciously. “Drink, silly! I was asking Stephen to let me have a Bloody Mary, but he wouldn’t let me. You told me earlier I wasn’t allowed to drink but I just wanted to know what it tasted like,” Logan replies without skipping a beat, looking over at Stephen who nodded in agreement. “Logan, you know better than that! If I say no, it’s yahya kaptan escort no!” I tell him, not really believing him, especially since Stephen was having a hard time making eye contact with me, but I let it go. “Ok! I’m sorry! Can we go now?” Logan replies. We spent the rest of the afternoon sledding and even had a snowball fight. Spending time like this with Logan made me realize I needed to stop with the bullshit. He was my little brother. I was supposed to protect him against all the bad shit in the world, but lately, I was using him as the object of my masturbatory fantasies. We get back to the cabin and Logan offers to put away the sleds while Stephen and I get the fire and the grill started. We made small talk, but I could tell he had something on his mind. I figured instead on letting things fester, I would clear the air. “You ok, bro?” I ask him. “Yeah man, just have a bit of a headache still. I probably just need a drink!” He says laughing, “You want one?” “Oh, ok. Just making sure you’re good. You seem distracted, but sure, I’ll take a beer,” I tell him. I knew he was lying, but I didn’t push it. I watched as he walked inside, just as Logan was coming back to join me. The grill was on and the fire was just now starting to grow. It felt nice against the cold. I pat a seat next to me and Logan comes and cuddles up next to me. “I love you, Lex! Being here reminds me of all the times we spent here with daddy. I really miss him sometimes,” I could hear the sadness in him voice as he held me tighter. I rubbed his back, comforting him, “I know Logan. I miss him too. You know dad wouldn’t want us to sit around being sad. He would want us to celebrate his memory. I know he would be so proud of you if he were here.” “You think so? Even after everything that’s happened, you know with me being gay and stuff?” He asks. “Yeah, Bubba. I think dad knew. He told me that if you ever came out and I treated you differently, he’d beat my ass. Of course, he’d be proud of you, just like I am. I love you, little guy,” I tell him just as Stephen comes out with a few beers. “Hope I’m not interrupting,” He says watching as Logan wiped away a few tears. “No, we were just talking about daddy,” Logan says. “Well, let’s make a toast,” He says, handing each of us a beer. Logan eyes me and I nod. We all say a few words about my dad, before taking a drink. We sit in silence each of us lost in our thoughts. Our stomachs rumbling broke the silence, causing us all to laugh. “Alright, alright. Enough sadness. Dad we love you and we miss you! This is for you!” I say getting up, “Let’s start dinner, since it’s obvious we are all hungry.” We decided to grill some baked potatoes, steaks, and asparagus. After what transpired earlier, Stephen stayed close to me, only going inside to refill our drinks. Logan stayed by the fire. He tossed his beer and made himself hot chocolate. I was glad he didn’t like the taste of alcohol. “Hey Steph, put the fire out man, just waiting on these steaks to finish cooking and then we will go inside,” I tell him. “For sure, bro,” Stephen replies quickly, getting up and dousing the fire, “Hey Logan, dinners almost ready bud, come inside.” He goes inside and sets the table, while Stephen helps me bring in the food. It all looked and smelled delicious. It is quiet during dinner. We were all exhausted and had built up an appetite while sledding. I had all but forgotten about the weird interactions between my best friend and my baby brother. Stephen and I had a few more drinks and I was starting to feel it. Logan had turned on some music and we all started to sing along. Just when I thought things were good, the same suspicious feelings came back when I noticed Logan watching Stephen all night. “We should play strip poker!” Logan says innocently, not looking at either one of us. I almost spit out my beer, “What?! Logan, chill out bro!” “Oh, come on! Dad taught me how to play poker and we’re all guys here! Plus, hopefully it will make you stop thinking of me as your little brother and just your brother. I mean… unless you’re afraid to lose,” he taunts me. Who the fuck was this Logan? He was bolder and more determined to get his way. I was drunk and so my inhibitions were lowered. I quickly assess the clothing situation. Stephen was going to be screwed if we played, he had changed into sweats and a tank. I, on the other hand, had sweats, a tank, and a hoodie, plus my socks. Logan was dressed similar to me, as well. “Come on man. He has a point. He’s growing up, unless you’re too pussy,” Stephen adds, giving Logan gebze escort a wink, which made Logan blush and smile. “Alright fuckers! Get prepared to lose,” I tell them and run to the kitchen to grab a deck of cards. “We should make it more interesting, the loser does whatever the winner wants,” Logan says. I figured he’d come up with some dumb dare or something lame, so I agree. I deal out the cards and we begin the game. I had won the first hand and watched as Logan watched Stephen remove his tank. His abs and meaty pecs on display for the pre-pubescent boy. Logan’s mouth dropped as he took in Stephen’s muscular torso. I had to admit, the gym was paying off. To be funny I whistle at him, causing him to flex and I heard Logan let out a quiet sigh. “The gym’s been paying off, huh?” I ask him, and he nods. “Yeah man” He says making his pecs bounce, “Logan get read of that hoodie,” He reminds him. “Oh yeah! Sorry!” Logan says obviously flustered. After a few rounds, Stephen was down to his tight boxer briefs, I had my sweats and socks on, while Logan had everything but his hoodie on. I don’t know if it was because we were drunk or if Logan was just good at the game, but it definitely was not going like I imagined. The next round, I win again, and I watch Logan stand up and bend over to pull off his sweats. His perfect bubble butt inches away from us. I watched as Stephen stared at the tiny underwear Logan had on. He was licking his lips and his bulge was definitely growing. I could see the impure thoughts going through his head. I was shocked my baby brother had dropped his pants and not his t-shirt. “Alright, well, Stephen, time to drop your underwear!” Logan says excitedly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I look over to Stephen as he stands up and starts to pull down his underwear. He had his eyes locked on Logan. It was almost as if they forgot I was there. I wondered how far they would let this go, so I stayed quiet. “You know, I need a shot before I pull these down,” Stephen says, his cock already snaking to the side and getting larger every second, but he didn’t seem to notice. I watched as he brought over the bottle and passed it to me after taking his shot. I knew I was fucked up beyond belief, but I took a swig regardless. It was the only way I was going to get through the night. I looked down and noticed I was also starting to chub up. “Alright well, here goes nothing,” Stephen says taking a deep breath. I watch as he starts to pull down his underwear for the second time. His trimmed patch of pubes was on display and when I turned and looked at Logan, he was hypnotized. Stephen was teasing him, slowly pulling down the fabric. The root of his cock was finally showing as he pulled down a bit further before just pulling them down. I heard a thud as his hard cock slapped his six pack abs. His cock was veiny and thick. The veins were prominent and lead to big flared cock head. His balls hung low in their sack. He kept his crotch very well trimmed. Logan couldn’t take his eyes off of it. “It’s beautiful!” Logan says transfixed. Stephen wraps his hand around it, giving it a few strokes, “Yeah, this thing hasn’t been getting too much action, so I don’t know if I believe you.” “I would suck it!” Logan says, before covering his mouth, realizing I was still there, “Sorry Lex!” “Logan, chill out!” I tell him, but I was rock hard, “I… um… I gotta take a piss,” I say. I don’t see Stephen make any effort to cover up, in fact he didn’t even flinch when Logan said what he said. I look back on my way to the bathroom and noticed Stephen slapped his cock in his hand and Logan was still on his knees. I pull down my sweats and stand by the toilet, hard dick in my hand. I needed to piss but I knew if I tried right now, I’d end up showering the entire place. I tried to clear my mind, but nothing was working. I had to go, so I pulled back the shower curtain and start pissing in the shower. Now, you all know how much it sucks to piss when you’re boned up, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Finally, my cock started to go down as my piss covered the walls of the shower. When I finished I turned on the water and washed it away. I made my way back to the room. “Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Suck it!” I hear Stephen say, as he’s mouth fucking Logan right there in the living room. All I could hear was moaning as Logan worked his mouth on my best friend’s veiny cock. He had one hand at the base and the other one tugging on his balls. They were both lost in pleasure that they hadn’t heard me come in. “WHAT THE FUCK!?!” I ask not able to keep quiet any longer. AUTHOR’S NOTES: Well, there you have it, chapter 6. The last two chapters have been the most emailed about chapters and I am beyond happy. Hearing from you guys makes it easier to keep writing. Plus, I truly do get off on hearing you get off on my story! Keep the emails hoo

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