A Stepbrother I Could Love 2
Ever since our first sexual experience a few days ago, I've been a complete basket case. Carter had become the only focus in my life and I would do anything to please him. It was insane. I couldn't look at his slightly feminine features without being overcome with an uncontrollable feeling of love. It never stopped, I wanted to hold and kiss him all day long! It got so bad that I'd call him into the bedroom several times a day where our parents wouldn't see just so I could sneak a few smooches in. He was never able to walk away from me without me looking at his soft, round buttocks as it swayed back and forth in front of me. I would even subconsciously stroke his arms and legs, or rub my hand across his chest when we were talking...simply because I couldn't be within reach without touching his silky skin. It was that bad. My other friends kind of faded into the background, constantly telling me that I never hang out with them anymore. I could get away with saying that I was just making my future stepbrother feel at home in a new town, but how long was that excuse gonna work? Two weeks, three maybe? But I loved him something awful and I wanted to be around him every minute of the day. There was a problem though...as much as Carter wanted to be with me, he didn't quite feel the same thing.
Carter was still young, I understand that. But I just wish that he could experience this love as strongly as I did. He loved the sex...a lot! He was just so cute when he was asking me to make love to him. I would sometimes make him ask just so I could hear the words. Many times during the day, he would gently hug me with childlike innocence and my head would float into orbit. But I loved him so much that even though we had sex throughout the day when we had the chance, I would still find myself jacking off at least once a day. After all, I couldn't expect the kid to put out ALL the time! That's where his feelings come in. Even though the sex felt good to him, and he was quite an affectionate kid, we were just good friends. It's really hard for me to explain exactly what I wanted from him, but there was something missing. Like he didn't share my little obsession with me. It was something that I'd have to either learn to live with, or get over entirely. But being close to him made me so hot that sex and love and kissing and touching was all I thought about. There were times when he would giggle that girlish laugh of his because I kissed him constantly. He couldn't even get a full sentence out without me seeing those delicious lips in motion and moving in for the kill! There were even times that he'd have to physically push me off of him in a playful struggle. He made me feel so alive.
Our parents hadn't gotten married yet, in fact, the topic never really came up again. They were just...um...shacking up (Eeeewww...okay, why don't I just stop thinking about my mom's relationship altogether!). It suited me just fine, as long as I had Carter in the room with me at night, I was fine. He was still in junior high, so I couldn't see him during the day. But I made sure to pick him up after school by walking over and catching the bus together. He was on the baseball team and had already made a few good friends. Cute ones too! It almost made me jealous to see him hanging out with other kids his own age, but it was good to see him have so much fun. Nothing brightened my day more than that angelic face adorned with a sweet smile. And although his friends were always chit chatting after school when I got there, Carter was always quick to run over when he saw me.
He was sleeping later on that night and I just had to walk across our cluttered floor and lay next to him. He was laying on his side and I laid behind him, throwing one arm over his slim and delicate waist. I placed a few gentle kisses on his head and my cock got hard immediately. I hugged him a little harder and he unconsciously snuggled closer to me, pushing his tight young ass against my straining penis! He moved a little more, trying to mold himself to my body like a scared puppy and I tried hard to keep from letting it all go, but he kept moving and rubbing against me! We stayed like that for a while but he soon woke up and sleepily looked over to find me smiling at him.
"What time is it?" He asked.
"I don't know, about 2 o'clock."
"Whoah...that's pretty late. What's up, you can't sleep or something?"
I couldn't answer. I wanted to confess my love to him right then and there, but somehow I knew he wouldn't understand. I just kissed him tenderly on the lips and started to get out of the bed. He pushed his hand out and grabbed me by the front of my tighty whitey underwear. He rubbed my hard erection, which was already on the verge of exploding, and I leaned back on his pillow. His hands were so fragile and smooth that they almost seemed to be lubricated with a lotion made of pearls. His fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft and I trembled at the awesome feel of his loving touch. He petted my swollen cock with his hand, every now and then moving down to tenderly caress my testicles. He then leaned over to nurse at my nipple, his eyes closed, his warm breath and hot mouth driving me wild! My breath left me and I began to squirm as he tried to lick me as hard as he could. I tried to hold back, but soon I was taken to new heights as my orgasm approached full power! I stifled a loud whimper as Carter squeezed creamy jets of cum out of my spent cock. It was incredible!
Carter then took my hand and placed down by his crotch, face up. He rolled over onto his stomach and began grinding his hard 4 1/2 incher into my hand. It was so hot, his cock just seemed to radiate this passionate aura that intensified with every pump. It could have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that his genitals had grown since the first time. Now it filled my hand and fell fluidly between my fingertips. His breath breezed its way past my face and it smelled faintly of butterscotch candy. I was intoxicated by the scent and moved in to kiss his thin pink lips. The kiss caused him to grind into my hand even harder and he used his hands to grab onto his pillow. I used my other hand to rub the ripened cheeks of his firm heart shaped ass. I applied a gentle pressure to it, running my hand up and down his ass, and letting my two middle fingers fall gently between the crack. The more pressure I put on one hand, the more pressure he put on the other. He was close, and the bed was starting to squeak from his boyish thrusts. I reached my hand underneath his underwear to touch the liquid skin of his ass underneath, my other hand cupped itself into a half circle, giving his cock a 'hole' to grind into. He sped up and had to bite into his pillow to keep from moaning out loud. Then he pushed his hips out and came hot buttered cum into my hand. I could still hear his wailing through the pillow and was happy to know how incredible it was for him. He continued to grind into me until he had completely finished, and then he just stopped.
"Thank you Ethan." He whispered breathlessly. Then he laid perfectly still for a few minutes, with my hand still under him. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I realized he was asleep. I pulled my hand from under him, making him shiver with delight, and I moved back to my bed. Sleep came easy after that.
Carter and I went about three days without any sex at all. Even though we snagged a few kisses here and there, we didn't have a chance for much more. I playfully grabbed his curvy ass a couple of times, and he would jump out of surprise. He would laugh and his fragile appearance would drive me to want him more. I simply could never get enough! If we could just live together on some island with no interruptions...we wouldn't need clothes at all! But I still couldn't get over the feeling that he liked me a lot, but didn't really love me the same way. I soon felt guilty about initiating any kind of sexual play, and he didn't seem to mind. Instead of doing things every day, it got to be every other day, then every two days, and by the end of the month, it had been once a week. I felt a little hurt about it because he was hanging out with his new friends and going to baseball games and stuff. But it's not like I could tell him that he had to stay home and have sex with me all day long. I even noticed a new vibe coming from him, like he was shying away from me, like he didn't know what to make of me anymore. I was starting to think he'd never understand.
One night my mom was running out to check on my gramma across town and Carter and I were left alone again. We were watching some nutty action flick on cable and Carter seemed to be taking little peeks at me. I caught this out of the corner of my eye and asked him what was wrong.
"Nothing...I just...nothing." He said.
I left it alone and figured that it was just a weird phase he was going through. But then I noticed him staring at me again. Every time I looked back at him he would turn away. It was strange. If he ever wanted to have sex, he never had a problem asking before. But this time he seemed to be terrified of me.
"What's the matter with you today, dude? You're creeping me out over here."
"Sorry..." he said timidly. He was shaking and fidgeting uncomfortably on the couch. This really wasn't like him at all, and I was starting to think that maybe he was aware of how I felt. Maybe I pushed him too hard, too fast. Maybe he was just experimenting all along and not gay at all. Maybe he was just going along with it for my sake and was afraid it would hurt me if he stopped. I didn't want to force him into anything, I wasn't a bully. He was probably intimidated by me. I was no muscle man, but I was much bigger than his fragile and feminine body. It would hurt me to no end to know that he didn't want to fool around anymore, but I'd rather see him happy than be happy myself.
Carter suddenly shut off the television and looked over at me. "Ethan...I have to tell you something."
I braced myself for the worse. This could be it, no more kissing, no more hugging, no more midnight sex sessions. Here it comes.
"...When I was nine years old, I had some of my dad's beer and got a little drunk. Then...when I went to sleep, I had a dream that I was in the bathroom...and...and..I wet the bed." He said, with his eyes looking down at the floor.
".....what?" I kind of lost him there for a minute. What the heck was he talking about? He cleared his throat and fumbled a little more before continuing.
"I wet the bed. I cleaned everything up before my dad found out about it and kept the whole thing a secret. That kind of stuff is for babies, huh?"
I was really confused. I didn't see what this had to do with me or him or anything. "Carter, I don't understand what you're getting at."
He became really nervous this time and I could hear his voice tremble as he spoke. "The point is...I never told that to anybody. I swore that I'd never tell another human being for as long as I lived. But...I...I really wanted you to know. I really wanted to tell you everything."
It started to sink in. I think Carter was finally beginning to understand! He was sharing his deepest darkest secret with me in order to give himself to me the only way he knew how. I sighed and felt my eyes tearing up as he reached out to touch my hand.
"I feel funny when I'm around you Ethan, but it's a good feeling. And now I want to feel it all the time. I don't want you to think I'm a wimp or anything, but..."
He couldn't finish that sentence, I was too busy kissing him. I had finally found the missing piece, and could look into his eyes to see my love reflected back at me. I kissed his forehead gently, and he wrapped his slender arms around me. He had grown so much since we had first met, both physically and emotionally. We embraced in a lip lock that could stop the world from turning, it was different this time, a mutual bond that no other person could share. I brushed his satin soft hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ears. A single tear rolled down his cheek and dangled off of his chin. The tear made a straight path down his gorgeous face, unaffected by the flawless surface of his creamy skin. Carter was so cute!
He lowered himself to my lap and rubbed his smooth face across my cloth covered dickhead. He pushed harder and harder as I ran my hands through his hair. He undid his own pants and pulled them down to his knees as I undid my own, then he quickly returned back to my crotch. His hair grazed my flattened stomach and caused my muscles to tense and contract beneath him. I could feel his tongue explore my slit and sensitive head as his hands caused a slight sexual friction around my thighs and balls. He sucked me down as far as he could go and used his hand to cover the rest! He began bobbing erotically on my stiff cock while using his hand to jack me off at the same time! I groaned from the pit of my belly, and for some reason, knowing that his heart was really in it this time made everything more intense. My mind pushed the semen from me and before I knew it I was cumming gallons into Carter's waiting mouth! He moaned as he slurped and swallowed as much as he could. He had sucked me off before...but he had never swallowed. The feeling was pure bliss! I looked down at my young lover and took a second or two to appreciate his frail, girlish features. I had never seen a boy so beautiful! He then leaned over and rested his soft frictionless face on my thigh while rubbing my balls affectionately. I was still hard as a rock, and he played with it tenderly.
I got up slowly and rolled Carter over on his stomach. His fragile body was just so brittle that it made you horny just to touch it. Hugging him was like hugging a soft, boneless teddy bear, and I found in him the same comfort. I looked down at his frail bottom and cupped the juicy cheeks in my hands. I kneaded the tender flesh while he moaned loudly. Then, for the first time, I dived in and gently bit down on the globes of his ass. I licked up and down his crack and used my hands to rub the backs of his boyish thighs. He began whining and whimpering like crazy and was pushing his ass back hard on my face reveling in the new sensation! I reached under him and grabbed his balls, rolling his testicles between my fingers as I continued down his crack to his ass hole! He reached behind him and pulled the tight cheeks apart to give me full view, and I devoured him with my tongue poking at the taut anus. He fell over, rolled onto his back, and pulled his legs up past his chest! He was so young, warm, and flexible...so ready for the sexual pleasure I was giving him. His tendons and ligaments bent and stretched in unimaginable ways as I returned to sucking at his puckered hole.
Then, when he couldn't take any more teasing, I pressed my throbbing cock inside of him and enjoyed the blazing heat of his hole! I leaned over to kiss him as I slowly fucked my young lover. I was surprised that I was able to last as long as I did with his tongue thrashing wildly in my mouth and his erect penis pressed against my stomach, but after one orgasm I was able to hold out.
I felt him ready to squirt, so I pushed my stomach against his hard, trapping his velvet cock between the two of us! Our bellies rubbed his sensitive dick on both sides and sent him over the edge! He came in hot spurts that made a sound when it squeezed its way between or bodies! The semen made for a lubricant that continued to increase the pleasure that his cock was experiencing as we kept a sensual rhythm! He was basically screaming at this point and hugging me hard enough to break my neck! He wrapped his slender legs around me and pulled me deeper into his hot ass! His insides gripped me like a vice and his orgasm sent a rhythmic pulse through his body that shot through me too! I came again and this time it was twice as much!
We continued to hump each other until the orgasm had left us, then I just laid next to him. He looked over and just stared at me admiringly while running his long fingers across my chest, feeling my smooth skin. I tried to ask him what he was thinking, but I couldn't finish my sentence...he was too busy kissing me. At last...he understands.
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