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Subject: Brotherly Games, Chapter 15 Hey there! Please do not forget to make a donation to Nifty for the amazing platform they provide for both readers and writers. If you wish to contact me, you may do so by E-mail: Delgrado@hotmail.fr Or follow me on Instagram: @Despanien I would also like to thank Max Potter for the taking of his time to check my chapters as I am not a native speaker. You can read his stories fty//authors.htmlmaxpotter Brotherly Games Chapter 15 “Wakie wakie!” I heard the not so delicate voice of my brother from my state of unconsciousness. After hearing his voice, though, I felt something slapping my face. Once my two main senses were up, the third kicked in. The scent, his scent… my brother’s scent. I opened my sleepy eyes and could quickly distinguish George straddling my head, on his knees over me, inside my bedroom. He was fully naked, displaying his best shit eating smirk, and playfully slapping his semi-erected cock on my face to wake me up. What a way to start the day, I thought. I should have been furious, but let me tell you I wasn’t, at all. His crotch scent was strong and manly, and I was instantly super horny. A smile quickly appeared on my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, signalling my brother I was ready for him to use me. He chuckled at my submissiveness and tapped his heavy cock on my tongue. “You see something you like, Baby Henri?” He sneered with a cocky expression. I nodded with a boyish expression and my brother raised his eyebrows. “Then what are you waiting for, ask.” He said. “Or better still, beg.” He added with a low deep voice. I profusely blushed. Debasing myself in front of Tim was one thing, debasing myself in front of my brother was something else entirely. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I didn’t like the idea or that I didn’t think it was hot, but he was my brother for god sake! Yeah, I realise you might think I’m way past that point with George, and that my modesty was laughable, well… fuck you, random reader! “Can I please suck your cock, George?” I sheepishly asked. “Is that what you say to your stupid boyfriend?” He mocked with a mean smirk. “Well, obviously I don’t call him “George”!” I shot back, a little irritated that he brought Tim in our morning sex. He laughed devilishly and stuck his cock in my mouth before thrusting half of it in my mouth in one go. “You should, Baby Henri.” He cheekily answered before letting a moan escape his mouth. “Yeah, I think I’d like that…” He whispered in a barely audible voice. Yeah, uh… I don’t think Tim would like that very much though. Wouldn’t it be funny to explain Tim why I moaned my brother’s name during sex? George fucked my mouth with an animalistic lust. His balls kept slapping my chin as he pushed his cock all the way inside of my mouth and throat. I must say, I took it like a fucking champ. With my left hand, I caressed my brother’s stomach, staring at him submissively and silently worshiping him. With my right hand, I found his tight virgin hole and rubbed my index against it. Not only I knew, because he loudly grunted, that he loved it, it was also a way for me to do something that I felt was so taboo and forbidden for George. I could have slipped a finger, and it would have been to late for him to stop me. Maybe he would have protested, maybe not. Rubbing his hole was enough though, and it triggered his ejaculation. He flooded my mouth with a copious amount of cum and I dutifully swallowed before opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out to show I did indeed swallow his load. He chuckled and ruffled my hair condescendingly. “Good boy.” He exclaimed before winking at me. Instead of unstraddling me, he simply turned around and presented his muscled ass to me. “Since you like it so much, kiss my ass.” He commanded before literally sitting on my face. I was on cloud nine. I ate him out like a lunatic, whirling my tongue and sticking it inside of him. I was drunk with his scent, completely enamoured with the naughtiness of it all. With my both hands, I parted his butt cheeks and gave myself an even better access to his precious pink cherry. I didn’t know if it were ever going to happen, but if someone was to take this cherry, it would definitely be me, I thought. George then surprised me by grabbing my cock and wanking it while I rimmed him. Honestly, I had absolutely no chance to last very long like that. Everything was hot about this situation, and it took me barely five minutes to reach my orgasm. I coated my brother’s hand, along with my stomach and crotch, with my cum. My brother lifted his butt off my face, letting me breath normally at last. He then finally unstraddled me and jumped out of my bed. I was a total mess, panting and cum covered, saliva all around my mouth and my brother’s load deep in my stomach. George leaned on me with a wide sly smirk and placed his mouth next to my ear. “Your retard of a boyfriend is here for you. He is downstairs.” George revealed to me, very pleased with himself. I shot him a partly confused partly offended glance and he giggled. “One last thing: you’re allowed to quickly wash your stomach, but not your face.” He instructed me. I stared back at him with a panicked expression. “Understood?” He insisted with a soft tone. I gulped and hesitantly nodded. What a cheeky little bastard. I should tell him to fuck off, and yet I can’t bring myself to do it. I wiped the cum off my chest and grabbed a t-shirt and sweatpants before checking myself in the mirror. I looked like any teenager who’d been awakened when his night obviously wasn’t over yet, which I was, so I rushed downstairs. Indeed, my handsome and mischievous boyfriend was waiting for me in the living room with a wide smile on his face. George was finishing breakfast innocently, after dumping his load in me a few minutes earlier. “Hey baby!” I exclaimed with a hoarse voice that Tim mistook for sleepy but really was due to the throat-fucking. He pulled me for a kiss and we made out unabashedly. George locked his eyes in mine and smirked devilishly. “Yeah, kiss my ass Timy!” is what he probably thought. My boyfriend didn’t seem to notice, or care, about my brother’s asshole scent spread all around my mouth, and kept French kissing me, going as far as massaging my butt cheeks right in front of George’s fucking face. Seriously, the two of them and their stupid rivalry and provocations… “I’ve been told your parents took off for the weekend.” Timoth�e eventually whispered seducingly while grinning widely. “Really? By whom?” I interrogated with curiosity, glancing at my brother. “Vianney.” Tim explained, only partly elucidating the mystery. “He told me you’d drop by at his place with your brother to enjoy the pool today.” He specified. I raised my eyebrow and chuckled. “Well, apparently Vianney knows more about my plans for the weekend than I do.” I pointed out with a hint of irritation, even though I wasn’t really that disgruntled. “Stop whining and get your speedo.” My brother interjected as he walked behind me, slapping my ass for good measure. “Yes, Coach!” I exclaimed theatrically, triggering a disapproving frown from my boyfriend. Get a grip Tim. “I should perhaps grab a shower, shouldn’t I?” I then added hesitantly to my brother’s intention. I knew he “forbade” it, but since I had kissed Tim already I guess he made his point. “Sure, but make it quick.” George conceded before sitting on the couch and grabbing his PS4 controller. “You’d care to join me for a game, Timy?” He then proposed to my boyfriend. Tim shot a glance at me and I shrugged. Poor Tim, he must have thought we were completely bipolar and schizophrenic in this family. I have been complaining and whining all week through that my brother wouldn’t speak to me, and George had been snubbing Tim, after making no secret of hating his fucking guts for weeks. Now, one day later, and without any explanation whatsoever (that he knew of, at least), George was not just back to normal, he was super friendly to him. Fucking lunatic. I headed upstairs, leaving the two alpha males playing with their boiling hormones, and took a steaming hot shower. God, it felt really good. I packed a towel, tiny revealing speedo (yes, I was becoming not only accustomated but also genuinely font of wearing them) and a few other things such as a book and ways to keep myself distracted, even though I most likely wouldn’t have the need to, in my backpack. I was downstairs a few seconds later, and the boys were in the middle of a passionate game. They looked and sounded like two best buddies, laughing and playing, teasing one another friendlily and having a genuinely great time. I did a silent prayer for them to get along this well for the rest of our lives. “Damn Dude, you’re beating the shit out of me!” Timoth�e lamented with a heavily focused expression. “Urgh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck… MOTHERFUCKER!” Tim exclaimed as George finally defeated him. “Yeah, I’m a motherfucker alright.” My brother chuckled, savouring his victory. “I fuck yours from time to time. Henri told me she was hoooot!” George teased with a shit eating smirk. “Fuck you dude!” Timoth�e giggled, not offended in the slightest. “What would Henri know about that anyway?” He pointed out while looking my way before winking at me. I shook my head disapprovingly at their blatant immaturity and they both laughed complicitly. “Shall we go, or does one of you want to share more about his jerk off fantasies?” I taunted with a smirk on my face. My brother turned the PS4 off and grabbed his backpack. “Did you already call the Uber?” I inquired as we were about to leave. “The Uber? Seriously, you rich kids are out of your goddamn mind!” Timoth�e ranted with obvious disdain. “We’ll ride public transports, Duchess.” He sneered condescendingly. I raised my eyebrow and shot him an unamused glare. “Says the guy who actually rides a scooter!” I shot back defensively. My boyfriend chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” He declared before dropping a gentle peck on my lips. Urgh, whatever. “Let’s go then?” We would have been there much faster taking an Uber. We had to walk to Saint Agne and take a tiny bus there that took us to the Pech-David hill. Once at the bus stop, we had to walk forever before reaching Vianney’s place. Such a bummer to be broke, really. “Dudes! So nice to see you!” Vianney exclaimed when he greeted us at his door. Apparently, my brother and I shared with Vianney that our parents were very often away, travelling for business. At least I had my brother, but poor Vianney was often left alone in his huge house. I felt truly sorry for him, and I could tell he was really happy to see us. This guy’s parents were seriously crazy rich though. I had been here twice already, but the size and luxury of this house didn’t cease to amaze me. Waiting for the pool to heat up, Vianney suggested we used the sauna to get in the mood. Of course, this house had a sauna… and I’m the rich kid, uh? The four of us headed to the sauna room and George was the first to undress. Unabashedly, he stripped down and entered the sauna room buck naked. Tim imitated him and soon he was too completely naked. Fuck, I hadn’t foreseen being naked with 3 other guys in a small sauna, 2 of them being my lovers. Vianney and I exchanged looks, equally uncomfortable with the idea of getting naked in front of the others. I mean, it was actually rather ridiculous, because apart from Vianney, Tim and George were already very accustomed to my nakedness. Fuck that! I stripped too and walked in the sauna. I’m not going to lie, my cock was more than just slightly chubbed up. Because of the way Tim and George were placed, I had to sit between my boyfriend and my brother and Vianney would sit next to my brother. I timidly sat and covered my indecent cock with my hands. Timoth�e noticed my state of horniness and chuckled before staring at my eyes lustfully. Vianney eventually joined us in the sauna and sat next to George. The poor boy profusely blushed and was obviously embarrassed beyond measure. If only he knew of much of a pervert George and Tim were. It was hard, not to be hard. No, forget it, it wasn’t hard, it was damn impossible! I mean, Timoth�e and George were smoking hot, and they also both were my lovers, unknowingly to Tim of course. The sole symbolism of being together naked in the same room was enough to nearly make me nut there and then. As my brother and Vianney began chatting about their week, Timoth�e and I minded our own business, too far gone in relaxation to care or participate. My boyfriend’s thigh kept “innocently” brushing mine, getting me no chance whatsoever to let my cock deflate a little bit. At some point, Tim laid his hand on my thigh and caressed it before squeezing it. I turned to him and smiled at his cheeky face tenderly before he raised his arm, inviting me to snuggle against him. I nuzzled his exposed sweaty armpits playfully and nested my face on his broad pec. Tim hooked my chin with his finger and pulled me for a deep passionate kiss. Soon, the indecent noises of our make out sessions drew attention from my brother and Vianney, next to me. Tim was such an exhibitionist. Tim, who’s dick had reached full mast at that point. His 23cm (9inches), were proudly hanging istanbul travesti in the air, the slight curve of his cock pointing at his left, directly in my direction. I was almost tempted to lean and take it in my mouth. It was so fucking tempting… I couldn’t though. It would create a nearly impossible situation to escape for me and my brother. It wasn’t normal behaviour to suck someone’s cock in front of your brother, or any member of your family. If George didn’t react vigorously enough, it could draw attention to our “flexible” conception of boundaries, and that was not going to happen. Still, it was damn tempting. “I think the pool must be ready by now.” Vianney’s joyful voice exclaimed, getting my boyfriend and I out of our world. We broke the embrace and stood up. George’s and Vianney’s gaze immediately met Tim’s throbbing boner and their eyes grew wide as a smirk appeared on my boyfriend’s face. What a show-off! “Remind me never to walk in a sauna with a couple of horny gay pervs!” My brother told Vianney with a mischievous expression. The three of them burst into laughter and I timidly chuckled, a little embarrassed by the whole situation. Thankfully, everyone got dressed in either tiny speedo for my brother and I, or swimming trunks for Tim and Vianney. This was a much more bearable situation for me to handle, for at least there was something covering both the objects of my desires, George and Tim’s cocks. Vianney was the first to jump in the pool, and we all followed him. He was right, the water was now warm. Despite the fact that being half naked outside when it’s barely 10�C (50�F) was really weird, it only made staying in the pool even better. On top of that, the lookout from the top of the hill was really nice and I enjoyed being there. It was really great spending time with my brother and other guys, as a bunch of friends. I really missed that when we were younger and for a long time fantasised about it, and now it was finally true. The four of us played in the pool, throwing balls at each other, friendlily fighting, joking and pranking one another. It was fucking awesome. At some point, Vianney jumped on my brother’s shoulders and I on Tim’s before we fought to see which of Vianney or me would get the other fall from his “horse” first. Considering how much we played, it didn’t really come as a surprise that we were quickly rather exhausted. I got out of the pool first and got changed in front of them, flashing my cute ass to them before slipping in my jeans. Yeah, I’m an exhibitionist too. George then got out too and laid on a pool chair on his stomach to dry a little. As the sneaky little bitch I am, I used this opportunity to hop on his pool chair on top of him, straddling his butt, and began massaging his shoulder and back. After all, he denied me this opportunity the previous evening, and I very much wanted to give that massage. This time, my brother didn’t put up a fight, at all. He instantly melted under the touch of my fingertips and closed his eyes in blissful satisfaction. I grinned like an idiot, beaming to give him that much pleasure, especially in front of an audience. Tim and Vianney watched as I began massaging my brother and my eyes met my boyfriend’s. He smiled at me knowingly and winked, even though I’m not sure what I was supposed to understand from his shit eating smirk. I looked back at him, frowning in confusion and he jumped out of the pool. “I had no idea you knew how to do a massage…” Tim eventually said with a lustful tone as he walked closer to me. “I’m definitely going to put that knowledge to good use!” He added mischievously. “Jeez dude!” George grunted with a muffled hoarse voice, not even opening his eyes. “For real, if you don’t get your mind out of the gutter as I’m getting a massage from my baby brother, I swear to god I’m going to pound your sister’s pussy right in front of your goddamn face until you realise how gross you fucking are!” My brother snapped. “He’d probably get off on that too!” Vianney interjected playfully. “Fuck off!” Tim giggled before he started playfully wrestling with his best friend, both eventually ending up back in the pool in a wavy chaos. “Morons…” My brother mumbled as I continued massaging him. I chuckled and kept massaging my brother’s muscled back. Since the last time I did it, a week earlier, I indeed watched YouTube tutorials on how to give the perfect massage. I had no way to gauge my progress other than my brother’s moans, but he was already pretty much on cloud nine the previous time, so it was a delicate thing to measure. As I finished massaging George, Tim and Vianney finally jumped out of the pool. They all dried with towels and we headed inside, famished. “What do you want to eat?” Vianney asked us while opening Uber Eats on his smartphone, ready to order in. “I don’t know man, I’m so fucking broke!” Tim lamented. “Don’t you have anything to eat here?” He then inquired. “Urgh! Ok but you do it then!” Vianney retorted, irritated. “You know I couldn’t cook shit to save my life!” “I’ll do it!” I interjected joyfully triggering an interrogative gaze from Vianney. “I don’t mind cooking, actually I quite like it.” I explained with a sly smile. Vianney looked back at me with a midst of confusion and scepticism, as if he couldn’t believe someone would seriously enjoy cooking. He then shrugged and put his phone back in his pocket. Poor boy, I’m sure he actually wanted to order in. I took it as a challenge to change his mind and convince him that I could cook as least as well as whatever he was about to order. Vianney took me to their enormous and all-equipped kitchen, that he most likely used to cook microwaved meals, urgh! What a waste, I’d kill to have a kitchen that fucking amazing. He opened the double door American fridge and I gasped in shock. “Why do you buy all this if you don’t like cooking?” I questioned quizzically. This fridge was full, like for real. Vianney had only one half-younger-brother that his father and stepmother took everywhere with them, so it was only him here, but this fridge had enough food for a whole family and for a whole week too. “Uh… It’s just… hmm…” Vianney stuttered with embarrassment. “I don’t actually buy anything, the… the maid does it…” He eventually confessed before profusely blushing in front of my abashed expression. “Gosh! Hasn’t your maid ever heard of decreasing food waste?” I shot back with a scandalised voice. Vianney seemed super uncomfortable, scratching his head and avoiding eye contact. “Whatever, I just hope it doesn’t go to waste when it reaches the expiry date.” I mumbled before focusing on what I could prepare for lunch. Vianney left the kitchen and I shook my head in disbelief one more time, bloody hell, what a pair of idiots his parents were. I finally made up my mind and got out all the necessary ingredients before disposing them on the counter. I began preparing everything when Timoth�e walked in the kitchen. He hugged me from behind and started dropping gentle pecks on top of my head. “What are you preparing?” He whispered in my ear with a suave voice. “Homemade Cordon Bleus and Sarladaise Potatoes.” I answered, doing my best to keep my composure and stay focused despite the arousing treatment I was subjected to. “Hmm… fuck yeah!” Tim softly exclaimed as I chuckled from his enthusiast reaction. As his hand browsed my body, he began unbuttoning my jeans before I stopped him with a shocked expression. “Baby!” I lamented. “Not here!” I whispered with a half-amused half-scandalised face. “It’s ok, they’re playing a game on the PS4, they’ll be busy for at least 10 minutes.” He brushed off before resuming peeling my jeans off me. He then knelt behind me and hooked my briefs’ waistband with his fingers before yanking them off my butt. He deeply sighed and the next thing I knew his big hands were parting my butt cheeks and his tongue probing my tight pussy. I yelped in surprise and immediately began moaning. It was all so risky, so fucking exciting. Vianney and my brother were in the next room and could walk on us at any point, finding Tim eating my ass like it was the last meal he’d ever have. It should have worried me, but by now you already know it didn’t stop me from enjoying it nonetheless. I kept preparing my Cordons Bleus as well as I could despise being skilfully rimmed by my boyfriend at the same time. It was quite the challenge, I must confess. As the ten minutes window Tim announced to me was almost expired, he finally got back on his feet behind me. I thought it was over, and I was both disappointed and relieved. I was rock-hard and super horny now, it would be hard to focus for the rest of the afternoon, thanks Tim! I was wrong though, it wasn’t over. I felt my boyfriend’s massive cock touch my hole and I gulped. “Tim, we shouldn’t… they’ll come and check on us…” I tried to reason him without actually doing anything to stop him. “What if they do?” He whispered in my ear. “They’re big boys, they’ll get over it…” He concluded before pushing his cockhead inside of me. My fist clenched and I winced in pain as his massive cock penetrated me. Fuck, he’s huge, I thought. “Besides, I’m sure you don’t mind that much being found here taking my fat cock in your tight ass like the slutty fag you are.” He added with a mischievous voice. I moaned loudly as he pushed his whole dick balls deep. His grip tightened on my hips and he began thrusting in and out in a quickly accelerating pace. Doing my best to repress my moans and grunts, cautious to remain as discreet as possible, I closed my eyes and solely focused on the pleasure I was getting from Tim’s massive cock rubbing against my prostate. Timoth�e, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care too much about being noisy, because between the sound of his balls slapping my ass with each thrust and his deep hoarse grunt, he was fucking loud! I crossed my arms on the black marble counter and leaned further over it, aching my back and letting my boyfriend penetrate me deeper, which he thanked me for under the form of guttural moans. I was having a blast, the riskiness of being fucked like a cheap whore in someone else’s house, while either Vianney or my brother could walk on us at any moment, was a real thrill for me. I could tell Tim was also having a great time, because his breath was more erratic than usual. From time to time, he mumbled “Fuck, oh fuck…” in a low hoarse voice while I sighed with pleasure. “What the…” I heard a voice exclaim. I quickly turned my head, catching the sight of Vianney with widened eyes and a shocked expression on his face. He gasped and stared at the scene in front of him in utter disbelief. Tim didn’t even stop fucking me for a second. Actually, I think he even increased the pace. “Hey, Vi… Dude, could you get me a glass of water… please?” Timoth�e panted, completely out of breath. My eyes met Vianney’s and we both blushed at the same time. I gulped painfully and closed my eyes in embarrassment. Liking the risk of being caught is one thing, being actually caught is something else entirely. I heard water running from the tap and seconds later the unmistakable sound of Tim drinking. “Thanks Vi! Lunch will be ready soon… we’ll join you in a moment.” Timoth�e added after getting his glass of water. Without saying anything, Vianney walked out of the kitchen. Tim, whose dick didn’t lose any of its vigour during the whole scene (quite the opposite actually) kept pounding my ass relentlessly. However, he was already on the edge, and barely a minute after his best friend had walked out of the kitchen, his balls tightened, and he grunted a final time while his fingers dug deep into my hips. His orgasm was apparently very powerful, and when it eventually subsided my boyfriend leaned over me and kissed my nape tenderly. “Thank you, baby, it was amazing.” He whispered tiredly. “I love you so fucking much…” He added before sighing and pulling out of me. I quickly got dressed and rebuttoned my jeans before turning to face my boyfriend. I was still rather mortified about what had just happened with Vianney, but I could tell Tim couldn’t have cared less. He pulled me for a kiss and I melted in his arms, tightly wrapping my arms around him. “I love you too Tim.” I eventually answered with a soft voice. He kissed my forehead and broke the embrace. “Tell me what I can do to help.” He kindly proposed with an enthusiastic smile. I gave him some stuff to do and we cooked together, laughing and chatting casually, as if nothing had happened. “Bloody hell! It was about fucking time!” George lamented when we walked in the living room with the plates, almost 45 minutes after I disappeared in the kitchen. “Yeah… sorry about that, we had no idea how to turn on that fucking oven!” Tim unabashedly lied. “But Vi came to the rescue and saved the day, right Vi?” He added with a shit eating smirk. “Yep.” Vianney simply answered moodily. I could tell he was pissed off, and I probably would have been too if I were him. I gulped and hanged my head down in shame. Thankfully, my brother didn’t notice the unusual tense atmosphere and was too caught up devouring his plate to actually care. Truth was, we didn’t use the oven at all, since the Cordon Bleu was pan-fried and the potatoes deep-fried, kadıköy travesti but obviously my brother didn’t suspect anything. After eating, we played some more video games and then they insisted on playing a tennis game. Obviously, I suck at tennis, and Tim was really super competitive. I guess he was kind of pissed off at me for being so terrible, but I couldn’t really help it. His mood immediately went back to normal right after the game though, and I made the silent oath never to play in his team again. When it was time for George and I to go back home, Tim tried to convince me to sleep at his place. I declined and promised him we’d arrange something soon. He whined a little but quickly gave up and told me that he would then stay at Vianney’s place since he suggested it anyway. “Do you think you’ll be ok?” I timidly asked Tim. He shot me a quizzical gaze and frowned in confusion. “I mean, you know… about the kitchen stuff…” I evasively specified, avoiding eye contact. Tim laughed at my embarrassment and quickly regained his composure in front of my irritated pout. “Nah, he’ll be fine.” He brushed off with a wide smile. “Are you sure? He seemed pretty pissed off.” I pointed out. “Babe, Vi is the closest thing I have to a brother. I know him better than he knows himself, he’s always acting bitchy and prudish at the beginning and in no time, he’s laughing about it like it’s no big deal.” He explained with a condescending tone. “He’s just like that, that’s Vi. He’s full of contradictions.” He added, shrugging. “Don’t sweat it, okay?” Tim told me with a smirk. I sighed and eventually nodded. He pulled me for a kiss and we said goodbye by making out like there was no tomorrow, as usual. In the Uber back home, (Yes we took a Uber, fuck you Tim! Our parents are giving us very little attention, care and love, so at least we can enjoy the money they provide!) I reflected on what Tim told me; that Vianney would get over it “as usual”. It made me seriously wonder what else Timoth�e had done with his best friend in the past. Tim told me he was a virgin when we first slept together, so I supposed it was nothing like today. Before I could give the whole matter a serious thought however, my brother started calling someone on the phone. “Hey! What’s up?” George said with a seductive voice I really didn’t like him using on someone else but me. “Yeah, I’m on my way back home. I was at Vianney’s with Timoth�e and my brother.” He announced with a knowing tone. “Wanna come over?” George suggested casually. I raised my eyebrow and my eyes widened. Who the hell was he inviting now? I was fuming. Of course, I was in no position to debate. Firstly, because my brother would rightfully tell me to fuck off, and secondly because we had just spent the day with my boyfriend, so it would be rather hypocritical of me to be mad. Still, I couldn’t exactly help it. “Sweet! See you later then!” My brother concluded before hanging up. I shot him an inquisitive, annoyed gaze and he looked back at me amusingly. “What?” He provocatively asked me. “Nothing.” I promptly answered, looking away and sighing. “So, who was it?” I eventually asked, trying my best (and poorly succeeding) not to look too interested. “Fatiah.” My brother answered casually, but before I could ask anything more, the Uber parked right in front of our house. I headed straight to my bathroom and took a shower, washing the chlorine from my body. As the warm water was pouring all over my naked body, I gently rubbed my fingertips over my hole. It was amazing how it never lost its tightness, it was just as if I never took Tim’s fat 23cm cock a few hours earlier. As I was under the shower, I contemplated finger-fucking myself and jerking off, since I hadn’t cum when Tim fucked me. I was slowly pressing my fingers harder against my tight pussy, seconds from penetrating myself, when suddenly: “Henri?” My brother’s voice called from downstairs. “Yes?” I shouted back after I had turned the shower off. I couldn’t understand a single word of what the hell he was actually saying, so I shortened my shower time and forsake my jerk-off session and quickly got dried and dressed. When I rushed downstairs, Fathia was there. She wasn’t alone though; Laura and Simone were there too. Great! Now I wasn’t just going to deal with my brother’s newly appointed girlfriend or whatever title he gave his whores, but a whole pack of her friends too. Sweet. “Hi Henri!” The girls exclaimed almost in unison. “Hey!” I answered, displaying my fakest polite smile ever. George smirked at me devilishly, knowing full well that I was displeased. I headed to the kitchen, pretexting to grab some drinks for our guests, but really fleeing from the battlefield. I deeply sighed and tried to regain my composure. “It’s no big deal Henri!” I told myself in my head. “You knew George wouldn’t go very long without a girlfriend, and that you’d have to put up with her eventually. It’s not going to change anything between the two of you. He’ll still be your brother no matter what.” I reassured myself. I took the wine glasses and got a bottle of white wine out of the wine fridge and put everything on a tray. I was about to head back to the living room when my brother walked in. He had his annoying shit eating smirk that made me want to close my eyes to avoid facing his cocky handsomeness. “What’s up Baby Henri?” He asked me with his seductive voice. He then took the tray from my hands and put it down on the counter before wrapping his arms around my lower back and pressing our stomachs together. “Do you think you could cook your amazing Mustard Chicken?” My brother pleaded with me, empathizing the word “amazing” to flatter me, which of course worked quite well. I gulped and weakly nodded. Inwardly though, I beamed with pride. “Thanks, you’re the best!” He whispered before kissing my cheek tenderly. “Aww, God you’re so cute!” Fatiah exclaimed from the door frame. I quickly turned my head to look at her and shot her a death stare. Of course we were cute together, we are meant for each other. That’s why I’m mad that you’re trying to take him away from me. Why does my brother need Fatiah? When he had me… Anyway, I digress. George ruffled my hair affectionately and broke the embrace. We went back to the living room together where I announced that I needed to head to the supermarket for some grocery shopping. Laura immediately proposed to come with me and I’m not sure why, but I accepted. Perhaps because she was Jean-Baptiste’s girlfriend and I felt that I had to be friendlier with her from now on, or perhaps just because I was curious to actually know her. We both grabbed our coats and headed out. The weather had changed since the lovely day we had by the swimming pool. The wind was now blowing hard, and the sweet temperatures turned into a bitter cold. Laura and I didn’t exchange a single word on our way to the supermarket, but I didn’t think too much of it since the wind was so strong and it wouldn’t have been very practical. Once we arrived at Carrefour (The supermarket), she unfolded all sorts of questions on me, blitzkrieging me with a relentless wave of question bombardment. First, she just asked me regular questions to know me better, about my life, projects, dreams etc. However, the subject quickly landed on Jean-Baptiste. “How long have you known Jean-Baptiste?” Laura questioned as I was picking lettuce from the shelf. “I met him in primary school. We didn’t get along at all at first. I was shy and reserved, and he was very extroverted and dynamic.” I explained with a twinge of nostalgia browsing through me. “But in the end, I don’t know exactly how, it clicked. We became very close friends and he helped me in getting rid of part of my timidity, by the end of primary school we were quite inseparable.” I concluded with a wide smile. “You’re so lucky! I wish I had childhood friends, but because of my father’s job we never actually settled in anywhere. I’ve been in Toulouse since August.” Laura lamented. “I’m so happy I met Jean-Baptiste though, he’s like sooo cute!” She promptly added. I chuckled and smiled at her. “He is, and you better treat him right!” I threatened playfully, even though I meant every word. “And you never… you know… fancied him?” She inquired with a sly smile. Woa, this girl’s got some nerves to ask me such a thing. “Whaat?” I exclaimed, scandalised. “No! He’s like my fucking brother! Damn, that’s gross!” I said louder than intended. Of course, Laura didn’t know that I had sex with my actual real life brother, but I think that would have altered the message I was trying to send somehow. “Oh, okay, sorry!” She chuckled devilishly. I shook my head disapprovingly and kept browsing through the shelves to get everything I needed to cook my Mustard Chicken. “You know, it’s quite fun that Fatiah and I are dating your best friend and twin brother, perhaps you could find someone for Simone too!” She teased joyfully. “George’s not my twin brother.” I corrected her. “Why does everyone keep assuming that?” I thought out loud in front of Laura’s confused gaze. “Well, you’re the same age and stuff… wait! Are one of you adopted or something?” She then wondered. “No, he’s a year older, he’s just repeating this school year.” I explained with a hint of irritation, without exactly knowing why the fact that we were confused for twins annoyed me. “Oh, ok!” Laura exclaimed, suddenly understanding. “Yeah… you look too much alike not to be biological siblings anyway…” She thought out loud. “Anyway, if you know anyone, we could get Simone to date, just let me know!” She insisted giggling. Damn, this girl doesn’t lack energy that’s for sure, I could tell why Jean-Baptiste liked her so much. The two of them were very much alike. “Well, Vianney is single as far as I know.” I offered. “And he’s crazy rich too!” I pointed out with a mischievous smile. “But he’s too sweet for Simone, she’d eat him alive. Poor thing.” I quickly backed off on my suggestion. “Yeah… and he’s a bit of a douche too…” Laura added with a thoughtful expression. “No, not that much when you know him. He’s sweet really! He’s just a little socially awkward.” I explained. Bloody hell, was I defending Vianney now? Oh dear. “Anyway, I’m not exactly a matchmaker. Timoth�e is my first boyfriend, and he did all the work for it to happen, I barely even said yes.” I concluded with a smirk, thinking back on how much Tim flirted with me and how convinced I was that he couldn’t be gay and was just messing with my head. “Are you sure that’s enough?” Laura asked me, pointing at the chicken I just picked from the shelf. “Mmh… I think so?” I answered with a hint of confusion. “We’re only five after all, and I’m not too hungry.” I explained. “Five? We’re six, J-B is coming too!” She told me. I raised my eyebrow in total disbelief. My best friend was coming for dinner and he didn’t even text me to let me know? No, I guess he wasn’t having dinner at his best friend’s, he just had dinner with his girlfriend’s friends, and it happened to be at my place. Well, the least I can say is that it didn’t exactly sit right with me, and that I planned on having a conversation about it with J-B. I get that he’s having a new girlfriend and that they have kind of a “honeymoon” period where everything is great and stuff, but I didn’t ditch J-B just because I was dating Tim. “I didn’t know that.” I simply answered with obvious bitterness. I think Laura caught my displeased pout and she was much quieter after that, probably thinking she did something wrong. We exited Carrefour after finishing our grocery shopping and headed back home. Indeed, Jean-Baptiste was waiting for us when we returned. The four of them were in the living room chatting and laughing when we walked in. Laura immediately rushed to her precious boyfriend and I went straight in the kitchen without even greeting Jean-Baptiste. I closed the door behind me and stored the groceries. When I was done storing everything, I started preparing dinner. However, barely a few minutes after I started cooking, Jean-Baptiste walked in the kitchen. He was displaying a friendly smile that I would usually appreciate but that currently strengthened my pulsion to punch him in the face. “Hello there!” Jean-Baptiste joyfully exclaimed. “Hi.” I tersely and coolly answered. He immediately picked on my moodiness and approached me with a concerned expression. “What’s up, are you ok Henri?” He inquired with a worried voice. “Yes, I’m fine.” I lied. “No, you’re not fine.” He immediately shot back. “Cut the bullshit and tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted as his expression turned from worried to annoyed. I stopped cooking for a moment and deeply sighed. “You could have texted that you were coming.” I eventually spitted out with a sad tone. “What? You mean… that you’re not happy to see me?” Jean-Baptiste inquired puzzled. “I… I can go if you don’t want me here.” He then added defeatedly. “Oh, for god sake!” I snapped. “You know damn well that it’s not at all what I meant!” I exclaimed accusingly. He glanced at me, seemingly lost. He probably didn’t know at all what I actually meant to be honest. “You’re just coming here to have dinner with you new girlfriend or whatever and you don’t even let me know, as if you bakırköy travesti were a fucking stranger, as if being here was just incidental with spending time with her. It just feels so wrong!” “But… I didn’t think you’d mind…” He said with a low sheepish voice. “Of course I mind! You’re my best friend!” I shot back before sighing and closing my eyes to regain my composure. “Listen, I don’t want us to hang out together because we happen to hang out with the same people. Imagine for a second if you had come here to spend time with your girlfriend and I wasn’t even here, and all that without actually letting me know?” I pointed out, trying to make him understand my point of view even though I knew I wasn’t making a lot of sense. “I don’t want to know from someone else that you’re dropping by for dinner, as if you were a stranger.” “Okay… I’ll text you from now on.” Jean-Baptiste moodily said. “I just don’t want things to change between the two of us.” I confessed with a soft and low voice. “What the fuck are you talking about Henri I just…” He snapped before interrupting himself and taking a second to calm down. “Henri, buddy, nothing is going to change between the two of us. You have to trust me, I have no plans whatsoever to neglect you. Sure, I like Laura, and I really hope things are going to work out with her, but I’ve known you forever. Will you just trust me on that one please?” He asked me with a serious expression. I gulped and suddenly felt very silly to behave like such a drama queen. I promptly nodded and my best friend’s face immediately brightened. “Sweet!” He concluded, grinning. “Sorry.” I mumbled. “Aww, don’t be sorry!” Jean-Baptiste chuckled. “It’s not your fault if you’re a jealous little bitch!” He playfully mocked before nudging me. “I’m not jealous!” I weakly protested. “Yes, you are!” He shot back giggling. “You want me all to yourself!” He kept teasing me while poking me and tickling me around the stomach and the flanks. “Liar! Stop it!” I giggled like a little boy. He tickled me some more and eventually let go, having succeeded to completely turn my mood from gloomy to happy as he always does. I resumed cooking and Jean-Baptiste stayed in the kitchen with me as we chatted and talked about our weeks. I kind of teased him about what happened with my brother, but he knew that we couldn’t exactly talk about that while someone could walk in at any moment, so I kept it vague enough. He gave me a knowing smile, impatient for the moment I’ll tell him all the details of my adventures, and we kept doing some small talk. When the Mustard Chicken and the rice that goes with it were ready, Jean-Baptiste and I brought it all in the dining room where we dressed the table before announcing that dinner was served. George displayed a boyish smile as he smelled one of his favourite meals that he specially requested from me. One would think that my brother would be used to it by now, but I could tell that he still enjoyed the power trip of the influence he had over me. We all ate in a joyful mood, even if I have to admit that yes, Jean-Baptiste was right, I was a little jealous. Seeing my brother and my best friend with girlfriend wasn’t very pleasant for me, but I rolled with it. It wasn’t exactly as if I had a choice anyway, so one has to make the best of it. I suppose they could be dating worse girls than Fatiah and Laura anyway. After dinner we played card games together and although George wanted to turn it into an alcohol game, Jean-Baptiste declined. He wasn’t a party animal and couldn’t exactly go home drunk anyway. I think the girls were secretly relieved not to end up shitfaced, so we kept playing with normal rules. Jean-Baptiste, Laura and Simone headed back home at the same time, and my brother and his girlfriend quickly disappeared upstairs. I knew what they were most likely about to do, and I hated this prospect with all my heart. I browsed Netflix but found out that I couldn’t exactly focus on the movie while my thoughts were upstairs with my brother and his girlfriend. I kept watching the movie nonetheless, because there wasn’t anything else I could do and desperately needed something to take my mind out of it. Two hours later, as my movie ended, I turned off the television and headed straight to my bedroom. I was welcomed upstairs by Fatiah’s loud moans and my brother’s indecent grunts. It made me sick in the stomach, for real, but I thought that maybe it wouldn’t be as loud from my bedroom. Boy, how wrong I was. It was worse. I guess hearing a family member having sex isn’t exactly pleasant for anyone, but for me it was beyond that. George wasn’t just a family member, and the affection I was feeling for him wasn’t solely fraternal. I tried, I really did, to ignore the noises coming from my brother’s bedroom. I even covered my ears with a pillow, but nothing worked. Finally, I made up my mind. I got off my bed, got dressed in a hurry, grabbed a coat and put on my headphones before heading out of the house. I had no idea where I was actually going, I just walked. While loud music filled my ears, I walked past the Jardin des Plantes up to the Port Saint Sauveur, walking by the Canal du Midi in the bitter cold. I don’t know if my subconscious pushed me there, but I somehow ended up in front of the Limelight nightclub, the gay nightclub Tim took me to the last time we got out. I stopped walking and stared at the club’s front door for a moment. After all, why the fuck not? I contemplated the idea for a while and eventually made up my mind. Surprisingly, the security allowed me in. They didn’t ask for my age or ID, and I suspect they already knew I was underaged but didn’t care. I hung my coat in the cloakroom and ordered a drink at the bar. I would be reasonable tonight, I thought, and not repeat the same mistake. Once I had my drink, I looked around me. The club was crowded, and the dancefloor was full. I suppose I felt kind of rebellious being there on my own, without anyone actually knowing where I was. I could tell some guys were looking my way, and I felt really self-conscious. To be honest though, I also appreciated the attention, especially coming from guys in their twenties since I was flattered that they would be interested in a boy so young. I made my way to the dancefloor and started dancing. It was weird to be here without my boyfriend, brother or even friends, but it felt good at the same time. I was always so obedient and shy. I could tell many people perceived me as a “very good boy” and I must admit I hated it with passion. Well, not tonight, I thought. As I danced, I felt I was observed by several guys, but I didn’t mind, quite the contrary. I usually felt the comparison between my boyfriend and I, or even my brother and I for that matter, wasn’t necessarily flattering for me. Tonight however, it was only me, so part of my insecurities was lifted. At some point though, it wasn’t solely gazing that I could feel upon me, but bodies too. A guy was now dancing behind me and “inadvertently” pressed our bodies together. I turned my head and our eyes met. He was handsome, in his early twenties I would have said, and with a charming look. I smiled at him and turned back. We were just dancing, of course, and I didn’t think too much of it at first, but soon it changed. The guy pressed his body further against mine, his chest against my back, and his crotch against my ass. I gulped and kept dancing, but when his hands started browsing my stomach and pecs, I suddenly felt very guilty and self-conscious. For some reason though, I didn’t stop him at that moment, but when his hands slipped under my t-shirt I grabbed his wrist and removed his hand. A few seconds later though, he tried again, and I removed his hand, again. When he groped a fistful of my butt though, I felt this was crossing a line. I quickly turned to face him and shot him an offended look. I didn’t feel like dancing with him any longer, so I walked out of the dancefloor, to the bar, to get a refill. I was at a gay bar, by my own, dancing, what did I expect anyway? I cursed myself for being so na�ve. So much for being a big boy and getting out on my own. I ordered another drink, and as I was waiting for it, the guy with whom I danced came right by my side at the bar. “Hey! What’s your name?” He shouted in my ear louder than necessary to be heard over the music. “Henri.” I simply answered, without returning the question. “I’m Sam!” He said. I awkwardly smiled, not sure what to answer. I had no intention to give this guy any false ideas. He then put his hand on my lower back and started browsing it up to my butt. I frowned and removed his hand. “Sorry, I have a boyfriend.” I promptly blurted out, my face flushed red. “I don’t mind sharing.” He shot back mischievously. Good lord! Get a grip you fucking weirdo! “Well, he does!” I retorted with a hint of annoyance. “He doesn’t have to know!” He insisted before putting his hand on my hips. I yanked his hand off me and shot him a death stare. Thankfully, the barman gave me my drink and I walked out, making my way outside in the “lounge” part of the club. There, many guys were looking at me, but even though I appreciated it when I first arrived in the club, it now worried me. I felt like a fucking piece of meat, vulnerable to hunting predators. I found an empty standing table and put my glass on it. I deeply sighed and tried to relax and enjoy as much as possible. It was no big deal, I thought. I was left alone for a few minutes, until the weirdo got out in the courtyard too. I looked away and prayed for him to leave me the fuck alone, but no such luck. The guy, Sam, walked straight to me. “Hey cutie, what are you up to?” He asked me with a suave tone. “Nothing, just having a drink.” I answered curtly. “Don’t you wanna come with me and dance?” He suggested, getting closer to me. “No, thank you.” I answered with a lump in the throat. I was getting really, really nervous. “Come on, don’t be shy!” He rudely insisted before grabbing my wrist. “No!” I shot back defensively, staring at him with fear and frustration. “I swear it’ll be fun! Come on don’t be such a…” He began saying. “Hey! Are you deaf or something?” A guy asked him behind me. I turned to look at him and saw the man looking in his mid-thirties, staring at the weirdo with a menacing look. “Are you his fucking boyfriend now?” The weirdo shot back with irritation. “No, but I swear to god it won’t stop me from sending you to the hospital if you don’t stop harassing this kid!” The man threatened with a stern voice. The whole confrontation was drawing attention from people around us and the weirdo finally realised that it was pointless. He snorted with frustration and walked away from me. I’m not going to lie; I was pretty upset. My hands were shaking, and I was slightly out of breath. I could feel my heartbeat racing. “Are you alright?” The guy asked me. “I’m sorry about this guy, I hope he didn’t ruin your evening.” He sympathetically said. I timidly smiled at him and nodded. “I think I better go.” I simply declared with a low voice. “Aww buddy, I’m sorry…” The man lamented “My girlfriend and I were about to leave too, where do you live, we could give you a ride!” He kindly suggested. In normal circumstances, I would have declined, but I must confess that I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of walking back home on my own. “I live Avenue Frizac, near the Jardin des Plantes.” I shyly answered. “Oh, that’s not far at all!” He exclaimed. “I’m Thierry by the way, let me get my girlfriend and we’ll go, ok?” He offered. I promptly nodded and he smiled at me. Thierry and his girlfriend, Manon, drove me back home. During the ride, Thierry explained to Manon what he witnessed between me and the weirdo and she seemed genuinely sorry for me as well as pissed off. “They are everywhere!” She complained annoyedly. “I have met my good share of pervs too, I can tell you that!” She then exclaimed. I didn’t really want to talk about it any longer so I simply nodded, and I think they both sensed I mostly wanted to think of something else. “You’re a student?” Thierry asked me while looking at me through the rear-view mirror. “I’m a high school student.” I shyly confessed. They both raised their eyebrow and Manon turned to look at me. “How old are you?” She asked me suspiciously. “15.” I truthfully confessed. Manon gasped and she seemed rather shocked. She turned to her boyfriend and they exchanged looks. I blushed and looked through the window in utter embarrassment. “I see, and you’re often going to the Limelight nightclub?” Thierry asked with a casual tone, playing it cool. “It was the first time without my boyfriend.” I answered. I fucking wish Tim was there with me, I knew for sure that none of that would have happened if he were. I blamed myself for being so goddamn stupid. “But we’ve only been once together.” I quickly added, before they got the wrong impression. “Ok, we’re there!” Thierry announced as the car pulled out in front of my house. “Thank you so much for the ride!” I said gratefully. “And also, for helping me with the weirdo.” I quickly added with a faint smile. “No problem, buddy!” He answered joyfully. “And take good care of you!” ** If you want to send me comment, questions, or just want to chat about the Story, feel free to add me on Instagram: Despanien Or send me an E-mail: Delgrado@hotmail.fr Also, I mentioned some recipes in this story, and I wanted to tell you that I translated them into English, and you are able to find them pot/

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