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Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut Chapter 21 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 no way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. You can email me at ail. Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org fty/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! I sit in my car, stunned Nico had just left like that. I know I should go after him and fix things, but I feel relieved. Relieved he agreed not to tell anyone about our sexual relationship. Relieved it’s one less thing I need to worry about. Nonetheless, I feel terrible. I care about Nico in my own selfish way, but this is for the best. I let out a deep sigh of relief and despair as I watch Nico’s little body get smaller and smaller as he walks towards his house. I watch intently, making sure he gets inside safely. I am not a total prick. My text message alert breaks my concentration abruptly. I slowly pick up my phone, looking towards Nico’s house, my heart a bit heavy. “I’m ready,” Logan texts. “Okay, I’ll be right home. I stopped at the store to get some beer,” I text back quickly, making up a lie to cover the fact it’s taking me a bit longer than normal to get home. “Okay,” Logan texts. I put my car in drive and head off. I stop by the gas station near my house and grab a 12 pack of beer before heading home. I don’t bother getting out of the car, instead, I press on the horn to let Logan know I am outside. Seconds later, Logan comes out, busy texting on his phone, dressed in some tight shorts and a hoodie that stopped right above his bubble butt. I find myself staring momentarily, only stopping when Logan reaches the car door and sits down in the passenger side. “What?” Logan asks, smiling at me when he notices I am looking at him. “You couldn’t find tighter shorts?” I ask him and immediately he starts blushing. “They all fit me like this. That’s why I wore the hoodie, to try and cover it a bit,” he replies quickly, knowing exactly what I am talking about. I shake my head, looking at the clock knowing we don’t have enough time to have him go back inside and change. He immediately goes back to texting as I reverse out of my driveway and head to Steph’s house. Logan puts his phone down after a few minutes and turns on the radio, “do you mind if I play my music?” “Sure, go ahead,” I reply, looking down at his legs. The sun is setting and the orange glow in the sky shines down, illuminating the barely visible, golden hairs appearing on Logan’s legs. I have to control the urge to reach over and rub his leg. The music starts, and I look over at Logan smiling as he sings along with Ariana Grande at the top of his lungs. I have to admit, he does have a nice voice, but I could do without the teeny bop music. “Really?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow. He rolls his eyes and continues singing, grabbing his phone pretending it’s a microphone. He serenades me the entire drive to Stephen’s house. I laugh and shake my head at him. It’s the small moments like this that remind me how old he is. I pull into the driveway and notice Steph’s car and another I did not recognize. I assume it must be Julian’s. “Behave, Logan,” I warn, placing my hand on his knee, squeezing lightly to let him know I mean business. “I will. I promise,” he says, giving me his puppy dog eyes and immediately I am under his spell. “Hey!” Julian calls out when he sees us emerge from the car. “Hey, man! Glad you could make it,” I say grabbing the beer from my back seat. “Who’s that?” Logan whispers, looking up at me before focusing his attention on the 5’10” figure walking towards us. ‘Of course,’ I think to myself. We haven’t even been here for five minutes and this little faggot is already lusting over one of the guys. I glare at Logan, but the action is lost on him as he is completely transfixed. “Julian, this is my little brother, Logan. Bubba, this is Julian. He’s one of my new clients at work,” I say. Julian smiles and puts his hand out to shake my little brother’s hand. Logan lets out a little dreamy sigh and wipes his hands on his shorts before extending his hand to meet Julian’s. “So, you are the famous Logan?” Julian asks, flashing his beautiful pearly whites. “Y…y…you know about me?” Logan asks timidly, his eyes growing wide at the attention. “Yeah, I told him about you. Come on let’s get inside, the game is gonna start soon,” I say, wanting to izmit escort separate Logan from Julian before he starts drooling. I notice a bottle of vodka in Julian’s other hand as we walk toward the front door. “Hey fuckers,” I call out, walking in the front door. “I’ll be right there,” I hear Stephen’s voice coming from the back of the house. I look around and notice no one else is here. “Where the fuck is everyone?” I ask out loud, grabbing the bottle from Julian’s hand, leading us to the kitchen. Logan heads to the living room, plopping himself down on Stephen’s plush sectional. “Hey!” Stephen says walking into the kitchen, as I put the drinks in the fridge, grabbing three bottles of beer, one for each of us. “Julian this is my best friend, Stephen. Steph, Julian. He just moved here and started training with me. He doesn’t really know anyone here, so I invited him to join our usual group for the game… speaking of those fags, where are they?” I say, noticing the confusion on Steph’s face when he sees Julian. “Hey man! Hope it’s cool I crashed your guys’ night,” Julian says, checking out Stephen, without being too discreet. Stephen, dressed in loose basketballs shorts and a tank top, showing off his muscled body nicely, reaches out a hand to Julian, “Nice to meet you, dude.” The two shake hands a little too long, not breaking eye contact. I clear my throat and the two quickly stop shaking hands and look back at me. Stephen has a look of guilt when he meets my eyes. “Oh, umm… they flaked. Apparently, they met some girls on Tinder,” Steph says addressing my question finally, laughing. I shake my head, “Those dudes have no respect for the ‘bros before hoes’ code.” We all laugh as we head to the living room. I can see Stephen and Julian eyeing each other. I understood Stephen, but Julian is straight. What the fuck is he doing looking at Stephen. He’s probably just admiring his muscular frame. I don’t blame him, even though he’s a fag, Stephen looks all man. “So, Julian, where are you from?” Stephen asks, taking a sip of the beer I hand him, as we walk to the living room. “I just moved here from LA. I am looking forward to the change of pace and less traffic” Julian laughs. “Steph!” Logan says, standing up quickly and hugging my best friend. “Hey runt. Jesus, Lex, buy this kid some clothes. Those shorts are tight,” Steph says hugging Logan, and messing up his hair. “Shut up! These fit me! I can’t help it if my butt is big,” Logan says, not missing a chance to display his assets. “Logan…,” I say, and he quickly sits down and goes back on his phone. Julian looks over at me, with a raised eyebrow and an amused grin, but I ignore it. I grab the remote and turn on the TV, sipping on my beer. “If you guys are hungry, I can put a pizza in,” Steph says sitting down next to me. “I can always eat,” I say, Julian nodding in agreement. When Steph stands up to put the pizza in the oven, I catch Julian looking at Steph’s ass, discretely licking his lips before he catches me staring. He smiles at me before turning his attention to Logan. My little brother is in heaven with this beautiful specimen of a man giving him attention. “So what grade are you in, dude?” Julian asks leaning forward to show his genuine interest. “Me? I… I… I’m a freshman in high school,” Logan says shyly. “A freshman? Aren’t you a little young? You must be one of those really smart kids,” Julian teases. “I… I guess I am,” Logan giggles nervously, blushing. They continue talking and getting to know each when Stephen returns a few minutes later and spreads out on couch, his hands in his crotch, as we watch the game. I look over and notice Julian staring again. I start to feel a tinge of jealousy. Stephen is mine. Only mine. During commercial breaks Julian bombards Steph and Logan with questions, trying to get to know them. The jealousy I feel starts to dissipate when I hear both guys speak highly of me. “Alex, you either paid these two off or you are just really a good guy,” Julian says, slapping my thigh. Stephen looks over and sees Julian’s hand on me. He looks upset but doesn’t say anything. The timer goes off and Stephen excuses himself to go check on the pizza. Moments later, he walks in with a large pepperoni pizza, still steaming. Everyone stops talking and begins eating and watching the game now. “Can I use the bathroom?” Julian asks. “Yeah, last door…” Stephen replies before Logan cuts him off. “I’ll show you. I have to go too,” he says all too eager. I give him a ‘you better behave’ look and he takes off, pulling Julian by the arm. Stephen looks at me curiously when they both leave the room. He looks like he has something on his mind but doesn’t say anything. “What is it? Come on, spit it out,” I say after a few seconds yahya kaptan escort of uncomfortable silence. “It’s just… what’s the deal with him? Are you… are you fucking him, too?” Stephen demands. “What?! No, dude. Keep your fucking voice down. He’s not even gay,” I say, although after today I wasn’t sure if that was true. “Oh, come on, Alex. Not even you are that dumb. He’s gotta be gay… or maybe… maybe he’s bisexual?” Stephen says as Julian and Logan return. “Who’s bisexual?” Logan asks, having come in at the end of the conversation. “I am, actually,” comes a voice from behind him. Julian smiles at us. My mouth drops. I never would have suspected a guy like him to be into dudes. I mean, Stephen I wouldn’t have suspected to be gay either, but Julian… I mean, I guess he was staring at Steph’s ass. My whole world is upside down right now. Not only is my best friend a homo but so is my new client. I mean, I guess he likes girls too, but fuck neither one of them looks like the fags I’ve seen on TV. They look like men, they work out. They were just like me, well in appearance anyway. “Surprise!” He laughs, “I like both, guys and girls, equally. You know, we don’t all wear rainbow flags and assless chaps. Some of us like sports and working out and some are more in touch with their feminine side. Regardless of all that, being bisexual isn’t what defines me. I am more than that.” “Oh man. I’m sorry dude. I had no idea,” I say, unsure of what else to say. I hadn’t ever really thought of the possibility of someone actually liking both guys and girls. I mean, I fuck girls and I fuck boys too, but that’s just because they’re sluts and they want it. I don’t actually have feelings for them. Do I? “Didn’t mean to be here gossiping. I just was curious. I’m gay and so is Logan. Alex is our resident straight guy here. Since we’re sharing about this,” Stephen says proudly. Logan looks up with admiration as these two masculine men admit their sexuality. He is looking them both up and down. I look over at him and he’s shifting in his seat. I see him reach down and try to reposition his boyhood. My mind is swimming with thoughts. Julian is bisexual. My brother has a boner. I start to picture Julian behind Logan pounding him mercilessly while Stephen feeds him his dick. My little brother, the slut, being used like the eager little cum dump he is. My dick starts to chub up a bit, but I come to my senses when I hear Julian speak again. “Earth to Alex! You still with us, buddy?” He asks. “Oh… umm… yeah, sorry, was uhm… thinking. It’s cool, man. I have no problem with you being bi. Just don’t be checking me out too much,” I say, teasing him. “You wish you were my type,” Julian shoots back. I am almost offended that he’s not fawning over me. I know I’m damn hot, and I could have sworn he was checking me out at the gym. I roll my eyes and laugh. The rest of the evening is uneventful. We scream at the television when the calls don’t go our way, in the end our team wins. Logan rolls his eyes, not really caring much about sports, but his eyes never left any of us for too long. I could almost sense the hunger in him. Truthfully, the only reason he came was for the eye candy. Julian takes off before us, exchanging numbers with Stephen and giving us all hugs. When he leaves, I shoot a look at Steph with a raised eyebrow. Logan is in the bathroom, so I take advantage of the fact that we’re alone to confront Steph. “What?” He asks innocently. “Don’t what me,” I say a bit annoyed they exchanged numbers. “Are you jealous? First of all, he’s not my type, you are. Plus, I need a friend I can talk about stuff with,” he says. “You better not fucking mention what we do,” I warn, and he nods obediently. “I won’t. You know that,” he replies. Logan comes back from the bathroom cutting our conversation short. We say good bye to Stephen, and as we’re walking to the car, I get a text from Julian. “Hey, sorry to have sprung that on you like that. I hope it doesn’t change anything with us. Anyway, thanks again for the invite. G’nite.” “Don’t sweat it, man. Glad you could make it, and I’ll see you next week,” I say. When we get home, Logan races upstairs to his room. I laugh knowing exactly what he is going to do. My mind starts to wander, imagining Logan on his back, beating his small boy dick, thinking about grown men pounding his tight, little hole. ‘Stop it, Alex. You’re not gay!’ I tell myself. I look around the living room area and start to organize the little bit of clutter to get my mind off Logan. Try as I might my thoughts go back to him. I push my cares aside and walk up the stairs, towards Logan’s room. Lucky for me, the door is slightly ajar. When I reach the gebze escort landing, I tip toe quietly towards his door and peek my head inside. I can hear the water running. Perfect, he’s in the shower. I head straight into the room and start looking around. On the ground are the clothes he was wearing. His underwear is crumpled up in his shorts and they are calling to me. I am shaking a bit with excitement and nerves, sweat starts to build on my brow, and I wipe it off with the back of my arm as I bend down to pick up his little white briefs. I hold them in my hand, they’re still warm. I stand perfectly still, listening to my surroundings, ensuring the water is still running. My hand trembles as I bring the briefs up to my nose and inhale. The smell of my little brother’s boy sweat, and musk is strong. There is a faint piss smell but it’s mostly teenage testosterone filling my nose. Instantly, my dick is rock hard. I move over to Logan’s bed, starting to rub my cock through my jeans slowly, but keeping my ears perked up in case he finishes showering before I cum. As I begin to unbutton my jeans, I see on his nightstand, his phone starts to vibrate and light up. Being horny and curious, I set down his underwear on the bed and pick up his phone, still rubbing my cock. Carlos, the display reads. I can’t see the entire message as the phone is not open but now my heart is racing. I open up the phone, luckily Logan listened to me and removed his passcode. My hands are visibly shaking from excitement as I anxiously open Logan’s phone to read his interactions with the older man. “Are you sure you can’t meet now? I am so fucking horny,” the texts reads, accompanied with a picture of his rock-hard dick in his hands. I scroll up and start to read messages. Logan has been telling him how horny he is, and even sent him ass pics from Steph’s bathroom. This horny little slut doesn’t care where he is when he’s horny. “Come over tonight around 1. My brother will be asleep, and I’ll suck you,” Logan’s last message to Carlos read. I have my dick out now, all 8.5 inches are glistening with precum as I stroke my dick hard and fast, still reading my little brother’s sexts. There are pictures and videos of him sucking dick and fingering himself. I close my eyes and start to remember how his mouth felt. How he willingly opened his mouth while a stranger, really his big brother, fucked his mouth and fed him a load of cum. I put the phone down for a moment and grab the briefs once more and place them over my face. The smell is intoxicating and in seconds I am shooting a huge load all over my shirt. My muscles tighten as I begin to shoot out wad after wad of thick, white cum. My shirt is covered in nut, and I can feel the wetness as the cum starts to seep into the fabric. I quickly take it off, cleaning up what missed the shirt. Normally, after jacking off, I would be satisfied, but my dick is still hard and still throbbing. I am so turned on. I get off the bed and put Logan’s underwear and phone back. I need to make sure I leave everything in its place to not arouse any suspicion. I hear the water shut off, just as I exit the room. It is now time to put my plan in motion. “Logan!” I yell from my room, where I was changing into shorts and a clean t-shirt, opting to leave my sweaty, precum stained underwear on. “Yeah?” He calls out. I walk out of my room and see him peeking his head out of his doorway. His naked torso is still wet, his little pink nipples are hard. “I am gonna go out for a little bit. Make sure you get to bed on time, ok?” I say to him. “Oh… umm how long are you gonna be out for?” He asks curiously. “Should be home within an hour or two. Text me if you need anything, ok?” I ask him, giving him a smile. “Ok! Be safe. Love you,’ he calls out before walking away from the door. As I make my way down the stairs, I hope my plan doesn’t backfire. AUTHOR’S NOTES: Let me start by saying thank you! Thank you! Thank you for being patient while I cooked up chapter 21. Lately, school has been kicking my ass, and I haven’t had too much time to write. However, as many of you who have emailed me during my little hiatus know, I am not ready to end this story. There is still so much story to tell. I know this chapter is a little short, but if you have followed my writing for a while you know I am all about setting things up for future chapters. A lot of you complained Logan was being neglected so I thought what better way to bring him back than with a bang. I would love to hear your thoughts about this newest chapter. Let me know if there is anything else you would like to see or what you predict will happen? You guys know I love to hear from you all, so let’s hear it! Again, thank you all so much for being patient and bearing with me. I promise the next chapter won’t take as long! Special thanks to my boy ‘hornysuckboy’ for proofing the story and making it easier for you guys to read! You are amazing, and you have no idea how much I appreciate you! Thanks again, Alex

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