His Stuffed Rabbit

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and at least 18 years of age. Please note that this story is primarily concerned with the love between two brothers, and that while there is sex, it is not the main focus of the work.

His Stuffed Rabbit

I.

"Kennnnyy!"

The bright tone of my strained voice reverberated throughout the small space of my apartment's living area. Well, it technically wasn't mine, anyways, since my older brother was the one actually paying the rent.

"Keeennnt!"

The apartment was dead silent except for the soft thudding of my padded footsteps. I walked to my brother's bedroom and peeked my head in just beyond the doorway. He wasn't there. The room was empty. I knew the whole house was empty, but I still preferred to double check every time I entered Kenny's room to do my business. Call me paranoid, but I'd just about die if he caught me doing what I was about to do. If Kenny threw me out, I wouldn't only lose my place to stay, I would risk losing the one person important in my life and ever so close to my heart.

His room was sparsely decorated, though he had a baseball poster or a drawing of mine plastered on the wall here and there. The air was light and clear of any residual musk of his that might have been left behind during his sleep. How disappointing. I passed by his desk--littered with biology textbooks and lecture notes--and stood in front of the accursed, open window. My eyebrows twinged in annoyance as I shut it forcibly and closed the window blinds.

I flicked the light switch on and approached the object of my mission: the adorable stuffed rabbit placed on top of his wooden dresser. I picked it up and caressed its fluffy fur and feathery ears, which were long, pink, and flopped down the sides of its round face. Its eyes were comically large and dominated by its wide, black pupils. It had a big goofy grin and rosy cheeks.

In my mind, the rabbit was not only the symbol of the cuteness and cheerfulness I wanted to have and embody in my life, but it was also a physical reminder of the unbreakable bond I shared with Kenny. My delicate fingertips trembled as I went to grab the box cutter tucked within the pocket of my black, lycra boy shorts. I pushed out its retractable blade and reluctantly sunk it into the wooly flesh of the poor stuffed animal.

It hurt me deep inside my soul to cut open the toy that held so much sentimental value, but I pressed on and strengthened my resolve--completing the incision for the sake of my greater purpose. I was going to have him, and this would be the first step to initiate my plan.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The arcade was absolutely packed that day. Kids ran left and right across the patterned carpet covered in planets, comets, and asteroids. The floor glowed against the dark atmosphere that would have otherwise been rather muted if not for the flashing screens of the myriad arcade machines and the loud shouting of all the children whose arms were full with tickets and prizes. Some eagerly smashed the large buttons of the lottery ticket spinners while others hurled mini basketballs against the wired machine walls and waved fake guns around at their friends instead of the zombies on the screen.

I glanced over at my parents who were seated in the booths of the dining area. Both of them were wholly absorbed in whatever documents they were reading and did not notice my staring. Kenny was taking a while in the bathroom and I wanted to impress him with a lot of tickets, so I left to go look for the skee ball machines. I located the machine after a search through the winding walkways leading towards the back of the arcade. The skee ball game had a total of five lanes, three of which were blocked by the teenagers sitting on the edges to watch one of their friends play in the last lane.

They were a rowdy bunch and cheered loudly in celebration for their friend who managed to continually land their ball inside the small ring worth fifty points. The guy smirked and leered at the girls in his group, hoping to impress them and win them over. I cringed at his attempt, but was ultimately sullen by the fact that I had no friends of my own. I was shy and feminine, keeping to myself at school and never bothering to talk much with the other boys. Who could I even have invited to my tenth birthday?

I grabbed two of the grimy, white balls from the bottom compartment under the first lane and focused my attention onto the tiny ring tucked away in the back corner of the machine--the one hundred point ring. I was going to hit it despite my supposedly thin and weak arms and completely shock Kenny. I couldn't wait to relish his dumbfounded expression.

"Hey, look at this kid over here," the teenager closest to my lane said. He had a shit-eating grin and hopped off the machine to stand between me and the skee ball lane, his larger frame towering over me.

"Well, aren't you a little sissy boy," he continued, mocking my appearance.

"Leave me alone! I'm just trying to play," I protested.

This caught the notice of the entire group as well as that of the hot shot who was at the first lane. He proceeded to come towards me as well. The rest of the teens backed up and stood behind him in anticipation of drama that was about to go down. He was evidently the leader of their delinquent crew.

He smiled and threw his hands up, looking at his friend to say, "Come on now, leave her alone. In fact, I think we should all take a moment to watch and learn."

"What!? I'm a boy--," I barely squeaked out before he grasped my right wrist firmly and patted the ball in my sweaty palms.

"Go ahead. Show us how good you are," he added in a deadpan delivery.

My eyes darted around, praying Kenny would show up, and I felt my knees buckle beneath the weight of their heated gazes. I took a deep breath. The sound of my heavy heartbeats drowned out all the surrounding noise. I tightened my hold of the skee ball and took a step back from the machine, preparing to make my throw.

The ball clinked and clanged as it ricocheted off the edge of the wide ten point ring and that of the outer wall. It bounced rapidly like a pinball before rolling down the sloped surface and back onto the throwing lane. Zero points. I didn't even make the ball into the collection hole that returns it to the bottom.

The crowd erupted into vociferous laughter. My reddened cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment as I wanted to tuck myself away into a hole and die there.

"No way," the leader gasped, chucking, "that actually takes some skill... To bounce it out of the entire machine like that."

His words were dripping with venomous sarcasm. By now, tears had begun to roll down my face and onto my t-shirt, dampening it with rings of wetness that mocked me in their resemblance to those on the skee ball machine.

"Stop crying like little girl and get the fuck out of here," the other guy said, pushing me hard to the ground.

I turned around as I fell backwards, bruising my knees and scraping my hands. In spite of the pain and humiliation I experienced, the only thing I could think of while being hunched over on the floor was how much I hated my parents. They always believed I wasn't smart or strong enough unlike my brother. They were never there to help me, console me, or protect me. And above all, I felt betrayed by Kenny.

They laughed and jeered. I glued my eyes to the floor, trying hopelessly to ignore their presence and take myself away from this life.

"You got five seconds to get the FUCK away from my brother until I start kicking your sorry asses," I suddenly heard Kenny yell from behind.

Kenny assumed a sort of combative stance, the veins on his forehead and hands bulging alongside the flexing muscles on his forearms. Although he was about the same age as the other teenagers at the time and not particularly tall, his exceptionally bulky frame and angry demeanor dissuaded the bunch from retaliating against him. The leader and his cronies scowled at us as they disappeared into the maze of arcade machines.

"Oh my god, are you ok, Blake? I'm so sorry... I was--I was taking a dump and couldn't find you after I came out. Mom and Dad didn't know where you were either," he said nervously, helping me back onto my feet and placing his hands on my shoulders.

I hid myself behind my arms as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. He reached a hand out tentatively. I dropped my arms and he used his thumb to smother a rogue teardrop on the corner of my left eye. Kenny pulled me into him, soothing me with a hug and saying, "I... I want to make it up to you......... Uh... you know what, how about I win you something from the big claw machine? That one over there has stuffed animals, and I know how much you like those."

Not releasing myself from our embrace, I nodded into his chest. He gently brought me to the claw machine with an arm around my back. I could barely make out a cute bunny rabbit in the middle with my puffy eyes and blurred vision. I pointed to it, the tip of my pointer finger pressing against the glass of the machine. Kenny nodded and paced around the machine, trying to observe the target from all angles. And in one swift motion, Kenny inserted a few tokens, manipulated the claw, and seized the plush toy on his first try.

He presented the stuffed rabbit to me with a beaming smile. The only person that ended up impressing my brother was himself. The skee ball machine and bullying was immediately forgotten, however, as soon as I saw the toy and hugged it.

"Feel better now?," he asked and I nodded profusely.

"Wait a minute, Blake. Give me a second," Kenny said with a serious look on his face. He returned to the claw machine, taking two attempts and effortlessly winning a second rabbit that was exactly the same as the first.

"See? Now the rabbits will have each other just as how you will always have me, and I will always have you."

Kenny had more than made up for his earlier mistake. I couldn't help but smile sweetly at him in affirmation. Twiddling my thumbs, I asked him, "Kenny...... Can... can I marry you when we grow up?"

He frowned at the mention of the nickname he so detested. Sighing and relenting, he responded, "Fine. I guess I'll let you call me Kenny. But only you though, Blake, and no one else......... And... sure. We can get married when we get older, ok?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I extracted a handful of stuffing from the rabbit and laid it down on the desk like a hospital patient. I took out a small, wireless camera from my other pocket and positioned inside the plushie--lining the camera lens up with the little hole I cut out from the front of its torso below its neck. This way, the tiny lens would be hidden by the bottom of its head once the rabbit was leaned up against the wall.

Frankly, I didn't give a fuck about what society would think or the fact that anyone would scoff at me for taking a childhood promise so seriously. My heart ached for Kenny and the idea of him marrying some random woman drove me nuts. The camera was simply a matter of insurance. It would allow me to keep an eye on him, especially if he--god forbid--brought the girl that I've been suspecting him of seeing home and to his room. I was also definitely not going to try to record him while being naked or anything.

I opened the sewing kit that I brought with me, carefully threading the needle in and out of the fabric and closing the gaping wound. Caressing the fur on its back and delicately patting it down to redistribute the stuffing inside its body, I whispered the rabbit a quiet apology as I left it in its original position on the cabinet.

I was prepared to leave when I took a final look at Kenny's bed. His blanket was in a jumbled mess, as were the bundle of dirty clothes he left piled up in the corner of his mattress while he was rushing to leave for class early in the morning. There was a t-shirt, some sweat pants, and his boxer briefs. I felt my dick harden--forming a little bulge in my skin-tight shorts as I made a mental note of how the clothes were arranged within the messy stack. I guess it inevitable. I suppose my raw urges always exceeded my reason when it came to Kenny.

My mind numbed and in heat, I climbed into the middle of his bed. Leaning my head back and against his old pillow, I fondled the sensitized tip of my cock through the elastic material of my shorts. This always felt so good. A jolt of electricity went across my body and towards my hardening rod. My eyelids fluttered and my heart skipped a beat. A lewd dollop of thick precum seeped through the stretchy cloth, only somewhat strained from my erect four inch dick.

My breaths grew shallow and ragged as I continually jerked myself. I absentmindedly peered at his heap of dirty laundry again. I crawled towards it on all fours like a manic dog, tossing clothes aside until I found his prized underwear. To be honest, I never had an ounce of guilt during these sessions. Granted it was a complete invasion of his privacy, to me at least, I whole-heartedly believed everything of his deserved to be mine and that all of me deserved to be his.

I scrunched up his briefs brought the ball of polyester fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply and shamelessly taking in his manly musk. Fuck, he smelled like such a stud.

I wrenched down the front of my short's waistband to where it was below my petite, smoothed nut sacks and digging into my perineum. Released from its captivity, my dick flung out and smacked lightly onto my soft belly. I stroked it and pulled on my foreskin, exposing my red-hot tip that pulsed rhythmically with my sexy older brother in its little mind.

I played with and pinched my nipples through the oversized sweatshirt I had recently reappropriated from Kenny's closet. I sniffed his boxers again and resumed masturbating, but there was just something that was missing and I didn't think I was going to cum like this. I bolted to his desk--locating his lotion pump bottle and one of his thicker, grip-less pens. I pumped a generous amount of lotion into my right palm, lathering some of it around the surface of the pen and leaving the rest in my hand.

Returning to the warmth of his bed, I pressed my face into his underwear that was on top of the mattress, raising my bubbly hips in the air so I could now fap my lubed cock while inserting his writing utensil into my aching rectum. It felt so incredibly wrong to use his pens like this all the time. But the thought of him using it later or maybe even biting it in serious contemplation utterly got my rocks off.

I pushed myself harder into the bed, suffocating myself in his scent and biting down on the fabric to suppress my high-pitched moans. I loved this kind of breath play too. I knew Kenny was a tender man, but I imagined him pounding my tight little boy pussy with reckless abandon and choking my thin, pale neck with his veiny hands.

He would then soften his grip on my neck and pause his thrusting momentarily to kiss me hungrily with his tongue as we stared into each other's eyes. The thought of that drove me past the edge. I twitched and spasmed uncontrollably as ropes of my hot cum shot all over his bed sheets. Shit, I guess I'm definitely doing laundry today then.

II.

"Help me clean the house, Kenny!," I said out loud, happy to see my brother open the room to my childhood bedroom.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?," he said, annoyed with his nickname as per usual. He might as well have dropped the angry act, because there was no way I was going to stop calling him Kenny. It was my pet name for him.

I dropped the fake cabbage and tomato into the plastic pot on the miniature countertop and brought it over the stove burner. I twisted the stove knob and pretended to stir the vegetable stew and add different seasonings into it.

"So... what are you doing?," he asked, walking behind me. His voice was higher pitched at that point in the past.

"Cooking dinner for us. I need your help... You're supposed to be the husband, you know? Help your wife around the house whenever you can before going to bed and getting ready for work the next day."

"Oh, sure," he accepted.

Kenny pretended to organize the things around my room. He stacked the loose papers on the table in the center of space, examining my sketches of our house and him and I together. He collected the scattered colored pencils and slotted them neatly back into the metal container. I heard the door open and saw Mom standing in the doorway.

She gave me a funny look and turned to Kenny, saying to him, "What are you two doing?"

"We're playing house, Mom," he answered.

"... Kent, you need to stop coddling your brother and entertaining his every wish...... Those stupid Masons and buying other people's children what they think they'll like. Uhh... You need to quit goofing around, Blake, and begin acting like a proper boy so that you'll become your own man someday and not some housewife."

I hated hearing her saying that stuff. I stared down at the stovetop, trying to ignore her. I put the lid on the pot, wishing it was my mother and that she would shut up.

Moving between us, Kenny defended me, "Why can't Blake be a housewife if he wants to, Mom? Why does he need to be 'his own man' if I can stay by his side and provide for us?"

She squinted her eyes at him and shook her head in frustration.

"Do you even hear yourself? You'll each have your own wife and family one day and you're making it sound as if you're going to marry your own brother. You can't expect to live off of your older brother your whole life, Blake."

"Leave him alone, Mom!," Kenny yelled in anger. Now he had done it, from her perspective.

"Both of you, grounded! Go to your room, Kent. And Blake, I better not catch you playing with that kitchen set again. I'm going to have your father get rid of it. Good lord... I just don't know what to do with you two..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DING! I was taken out of my daydream about those old memories by the noise of the elevator, indicating that I had arrived at the basement floor. The laundry room of our apartment complex was relatively quiet, which was expected given that it was early afternoon on a Tuesday. I preferred this sort of environment anyways because I didn't like drawing much attention. At least it was the city though, so people were more accepting of me--albeit most people thought I was a girl upon seeing my clothing style and short hair with bangs.

I hurriedly loaded our laundry into two machines and poured the detergent into the drawers. The machines started in a hum and I turned around to take the elevator back upstairs and wait. At that exact moment, our next-door neighbor Kaylee showed up and walked past the elevator doors.

"Oh my gosh. It's so good to see you, Blake!," she exclaimed.

"Oh, uh. I guess it has been a while, huh, Kaylee?," I said.

Kaylee was a buoyant, outgoing person and was maybe just a tad older than my brother. She had long, sandy brown hair, the bluest eyes, and a freckled, rather pretty face. I'm quite sure she was single. She was kinda prying and overly talkative in my opinion so I mostly tried to keep out of her way.

She pulled me aside to the corner of the small room between the laundromat and elevators. I don't know why she was always this excited to see me. I couldn't tell if she wanted to be friends with me because I was her gay neighbor or if she was only using me to get to Kenny.

"So... what have you been up to recently?," she asked.

"I mean... same-same, you know? Just working on my online classes, taking care of the apartment, and drawing a little from time to time."

"What was it that you were studying again?"

"Computer science. Yeah--I'm doing an online degree program so it's easier for me to stay at home and care for Kenny."

"Oh, that's right," she said, staring off into the laundry room. She continued, "Hey, I haven't seen Kenny in a bit. How's he been?"

Well, look's like I have the answer to my own question now.

"Kent," I said, emphasizing his preferred name to others and correcting her, "Is very busy with med school right now because they are approaching midterm season."

"How come I never see him much around the complex or doing laundry?," she remarked, laughing off my comment.

"That's....... doing laundry is my job. It's the least I can do to support him," I said, contemplating the floor tiles and suddenly reminded of my own uselessness. Or at least in my parents eyes.

Kaylee nodded and looked away again. We talked a little more about the building and the shows that we've each been watching, though soon the conversation fizzled out and we went our separate ways.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All my clean clothes were splayed out on the bed, filling my bedroom with a smell of lavender as I neatly folded my shirts, blouses, jeans, shorts, and leggings before storing them away in my closet. This "cross-dressing" was apparently the final straw for my parents. They officially kicked me out of the house two years ago when my mother caught me wearing my feminine clothes and applying my makeup.

Never dating or having many friends, I literally had no place to go. Thankfully, Kenny fought back against them and chose to move out with me. Despite already being in medical school, he took on a job at a clinic and worked whenever he wasn't studying to pay for our apartment. The place might have been small and the complex a little dingy, but it was a place to call our own.

Between Kenny and my parents, at least, their falling out was only temporary and he quickly found himself back into their good graces. He was the perfect child. His choice to leave home only made him look better in their eyes. Now he was also a successful, financially independent man capable of supporting his own family. I was forever the useless kid unsure of his own identity and entirely dependent on his older brother.

I stared at the matching stuffed bunny sitting on my nightstand. Choosing to put these feelings aside, I debated what I should wear and cook for Kenny when he got back tonight. I wanted to be the beautiful wife--or husband, since I consider myself a femboy, and not trans--that greeted their dutiful husband returning from a long day at work with some eye candy.

I decided on a simple outfit that accentuated Kenny's favorite features in a woman. Whether it be his occasional peeks at me or his oddly specific porn searches which I uncovered after figuring out his laptop password, Kenny was clearly an ass, legs, and feet man. For the longest time I was pretty sure he was completely straight, but I'm starting to really think that I can turn him without much effort with the way he tries to covertly stare at me or his growing interest in femboy porn. It can't all be a coincidence, right?

I'm calling it right now that he's dating that girl from school because he's getting pressure from Mom and Dad to marry a woman of his calibre and give them some grandchildren in a reasonable amount of time. I've never seen or met her, but I'm sure that I'm way cuter than her.

"Yesss, this will do," I thought out loud, rummaging through a stack of folded leggings in my closet and digging out the one with stirrups. It was a black pair of high waisted stirrup leggings, which would do perfectly to accentuate my curvy ass, plump thighs, and pretty toes. I would make sure to paint them lilac--his favorite color. I retrieved my nail polish and resumed my planning for dinner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was sampling the flavor of my ramen broth when I heard the front door open and Kenny walk in. He sighed, planting his computer bag on the ground and hanging his jacket on the wall-mounted coat rack. His exasperated look disappeared in an instant after seeing me in the kitchen.

"Smells good! Whatever you're making!," he said.

I giggled at his sudden shift in mannerism, responding, "I made us some ramen. I think I got the gist of Dad's recipe after watching him make it a few times back then."

Our Dad was Asian American and part Japanese. He was a neurosurgeon while Mom was Scottish-English and a state attorney. The job certainly fits her personality well, and I think she had a hard time separating her role as a prosecutor and mother at times while raising me.

I left the stovetop and went to chop up the green onions and narutomaki fish cakes for the ramen's garnish.

"Eeeeep!," I squealed, feeling Kenny suddenly appear behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.

"Stoooppp," I playfully chided him, "Don't do that. You don't want me to cut myself, do you?"

"Ohhh, and do you need me to kiss your boo-boos too?," he jabbed back.

"Mmm... how about my cheek, Kenny?"

Sensing my victory, I turned around to see him all flustered and looking away. Yea there's no way he's getting his dick up for that bitch he's seeing.

"Come on, big brother, you must be starving. Let's eat!," I said, taking off my apron and setting my bowl down on the small dining table and his portion down in front of him as he sank into his chair.

Halfway through dinner--which turned out amazing--I took off my fluffy pink slippers and crossed my feet on the chair to the side of us. I rubbed them against each other and wiggled my toes, inevitably drawing his attention to them like a magnet. He coughed and choked a bit on his food once he looked back at me and I shot him devious smirk.

"I--uh... see you painted them purple," he made out.

"Lilac, Kenny. All those textbooks and classes and you still don't know your colors," I joked.

"It looks good, um...," he said, adding in a quiet mutter to himself at the end, "really good."

"I'm glad they seem to have such an effect on you, big brother~," I said, still sneering.

He finished the rest of his noodles in a final, big slurp and downed the remaining broth as if were a bowl of sake. Wiping his mouth and letting out a satisfied "Ahhhhhh," he moved to the couch and booted up our playstation console.

"Are you almost done yet, Blake?," he asked, looking back at me from the sofa. He was such a fast eater sometimes.

"Not yet. Don't wait on me, just go ahead and play whatever," I yelled back.

Hearing some dark ambient noises emanating from the TV, I saw that he chose the Resident Evil 4 Remake. I was surprised to see him play it, since that was more my kind of game and he preferred those lousy sports game franchises that churn out the same product every year.

I carried the bowls to the kitchen sink and began washing them along with the pots, cutting boards, and chopsticks. Trying my best to listen to his game progress through the clattering porcelain and splashing water, I heard the furious clacking of his game controller and his frustrated grunts. It was funny to me how bad Kenny was at shooters.

I cleaned my forearms and rolled down the sleeves of my hoodie, walking to the couch and sitting beside him. As I had expected, Leon Kennedy was running laps around the dilapidated town square of a Spanish village on the TV screen. Kenny sloppily navigated his way around the central bonfire and some of the surrounding wooden houses. His player character was getting overwhelmed by a barrage of throwing axes from the townspeople and the chainsaw of the crazy man whose head was covered in a potato sack. Kenny was taking shots at them with his pistol and the majority of them either hit their torsos or missed the targets entirely.

"First of all, you need to conserve your ammo. Go for headshots and finish them with your knife whenever possible," I advised him.

Kenny nodded, elevating his crosshair and attempting to shoot the infected people in the head. The shots missed them damn near every time as the villagers repeatedly sidestepped and dodged his bullets.

"Also, you need to go to that two-story house over there. That's where the shotgun is. Don't bother shooting the chainsaw guy, cause he has a lot of health and you're better off looping around the houses and stalling until the church bell cutscene," I said, dumping my expertise.

"--Fuck, Blake. Hold on, I didn't catch all that. Can you repeat that--," he stammered, distracted as Leon got sliced and impaled to death with the chainsaw.

"You gotta parry that--," I sighed, stopping mid sentence upon the realization that this was a perfect opportunity for me.

"Here," I whispered, sliding behind Kenny so I could put my arms around his and my hands on top of his, "Let me guide your aim."

Respawning and restarting the village siege sequence, I moved his thumbs with mine and tapped over his finger on the trigger button with immense precision. I taught him to shoot proactively, so that he would aim where the enemy would move their head and not where their head was. Together, we hit headshot after headshot and I showed him how to loop the villagers around the two-story townhouse by continually climbing to the roof, shooting from there, jumping to the ground, and repeating the defensive cycle. Within minutes, the church bell started ringing and all the villagers dropped their weapons to slowly make their way to the church house.

"Where's everyone going? Bingo?," Leon says, dropping his famous line.

Kenny breathed a huge sigh of relief. Had he played this game previously and was never able to get past this part?

"Wow, you made that look easy," he remarked.

"Cause it is," I said, laughing at his astonishment, "It only gets harder from here."

And then it hit me. I just impressed my brother. My big brother, who was a 4.0 student, a future doctor, a bodybuilder, and quite possibly the most handsome man you'd ever seen. He was impressed by me, and my aim in some dumb video game.

"Is that really the most impressive thing I've ever done?," I asked in a soft voice, letting my vulnerability show.

"Blake. I know Mom and Dad and other people will go around spewing their shit, but I want you to know that you ARE impressive. You got that?," he said firmly, looking back at me.

"What do you mean--," I blurted just before he uncharacteristically cut me off.

"You know who you are and you never back down from chasing your dreams. Bullies have tried to put you down for it... Mom and Dad tried disowning you for being yourself. But, even after all of that, you never doubted yourself and became the beautiful person who you are today. I--...... I do my work and spend my life making others happy. I rely on you to feed and clothe me. Am I really the stronger one... the more impressive one?"

The silence hung in the air. It was thick and oppressive and I held my breath. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me in my entire existence. I found myself at a loss for words, and to be completely truthful, my little dick was hard as a rock and pitched an obscene tent in my leggings. I backed away reflexively, though it may have been too late and he might have felt something poke him in his back. I continued to keep my arms around him and tried to dispel the awkward tension with a kiss on his neck. I know. Bad idea. I only meant it as a gag, but I swore I sensed his pulse quicken.

"Whoa! Don't--don't do that," he said nervously, pulling away and standing up.

I yanked my hoodie down in an effort to hide my erection. My cheeks were burning from a mixture of self-consciousness and desire. I couldn't face my brother in this situation.

"Umm... I--uhh... I wanted to let you know that Ashley, the girl I've been dating, is thinking about coming over to stay for the night on Friday. If that's ok with you though? She said she wanted to see my apartment and get to know you."

I was sick to my stomach. I was making so much progress, and now this bitch wants to come to MY house to fuck MY man? I was beyond fucking pissed. Kenny said it himself. I'm the one who cooks for him, washes his clothes, cleans his room, and looks after him while he toils away at school. I'm the one who deserves to be his partner and satisfy ALL of his needs. Who did she think she was?

Fuck. I shouldn't have put that camera in his room. It jinxed me. I know it did. I also already knew he had a "girlfriend," but things were happening too fast and my world was spiraling out of control.

"Hey... hey-hey-hey, don't cry, Blake. Please... what's wrong?," Kenny pleaded after I fell to my knees and began sobbing into my hands. And then he did that same thing he always did whenever I cried. He pulled me into his chest and held me so close.

"Why? Did our promise not mean anything to you?," I said, sniffling into his button-down shirt.

I felt so gross. For getting my snot and tears all over his nice shirt and wanting to marry my own brother. The silence was deafening. Kenny definitely knew what I was referring to.

"Maybe... maybe we should talk about this another day, ok Blake? I think we're all tired, a little worked up, and need a good night's rest before we re-approach this topic, alright?," Kenny suggested, somewhat frightened at the direction our conversation was taking.

Complete and utter rejection. Accepting my defeat, I loosened my death-grip on his shirt, allowing him to relax a little. Kenny must have been taken aback by the intensity of my raw emotions. It's all his fault, anyhow. Without him I wouldn't have any emotions. I probably wouldn't even be alive.

I ran to my room, slamming my door behind me and hiding myself under my blankets. I was consumed by such a strange combination of rage, jealousy, and despair. I just wanted to fall asleep and forgot all the sorrows of my life.

III.

It was Friday evening and I was already in a prickly mood. I pulled out my phone and saw that it had hit nine o'clock. I had eaten dinner by myself and was growing increasingly impatient waiting for Kenny and that girl to return home from their date, which was evidently lasting longer than initially planned. I drummed my fingers on the granite countertop in anticipation of their late arrival.

After a short while, I heard Kenny insert his keys into the door lock and twist it, pushing the heavy door open and holding it for Ashley. Stepping in through the door frame, she shook her hair and tucked a lock of her blonde mane behind her ear. Her irises were a royal blue, which when accompanied with her high cheek bones and pointed nose, exuded a regal aura that served to bring out my own inadequacies.

Ashley wore a short, low cut dress with a plunge V neckline and flared silhouette. The color of the dress did well to match that of her eyes, and its low neckline really brought out her well-defined collarbones and large breasts.

"Kent... it's sorta... smaller than I expected," she commented, surveying our humble abode.

"Oh! You must be Blake. I must say, it is so good to finally meet you. You know--I heard so much about you from your brother," she said, approaching me to give me an obligatory loose hug.

"I hope it was all good things that you heard. And you're...... Ashley, right?," I asked. I paused to feign ignorance and indifference.

"Yeah" she replied, making her way to the bathroom.

"Wait, don't forget to take of your heels, please," I said with a fake, thin smile, stopping her in her tracks.

That was enough small talk for me. I didn't give a flying fuck about who she was or whatever she did. I waited for her to close the bathroom door and went to go greet Kenny, "What took you two so long," I inquired. My eyes were narrowed in skepticism and I placed a hand on his pec to stop him by the door. I tapped my foot and sort of mindlessly massaged his muscles through his dress shirt, awaiting an excuse.

"Ashley wanted to uh... go shopping. We were leaving the restaurant and walking along the avenue and she saw a dress or something that really caught her eye," Kenny said.

"You... don't tell me you bought it for her, right? I'm assuming she has the money to get it for herself with the way she dresses. Cause you know--we really don't have the money for all that," I replied.

Kenny nodded sheepishly. Was I more mad at the fact that he was wasting his money or that he had never taken me on a shopping date like this in the past, but was willing to do this for some woman he had only recently gotten to know? I shot him a dirty look and went to go sit down at the dining table.

Seeing Ashley reemerge from the bathroom, Kenny perked up from his reverie and offered, "How about we watch something? I heard there was this new series that's been getting some pretty decent ratings?"

"That sounds great, Kent," Ashley said, stumbling a tad as she grabbed Kenny by the arm--mashing her massive tits into him and dragging him over to the couch. She must of had something to drink earlier, though Kenny seemed sober. Ashley went ahead and laid her legs on top of Kenny's, showing off her perfectly smooth and tan skin.

There wasn't enough room on the sofa so I had to pull up a chair next to them. Kenny pressed on the TV remote and the movie started playing. Ashley seemed immediately disinterested, however, and snaked a hand out to begin squeezing the back of Kenny's neck in a real tender, sensual way. Then, to make things worse, she trailed that same hand down his chest and traced circled around his abs. I clenched my fists so hard I feared that I might have drawn blood. It was going to be a long night for me.

Later on during the movie, Ashley leaned in towards Kenny and whispered in his ear. It was kind of a loud whisper, though, and I suspect she meant for me to hear it.

"Can you massage my feet? My soles are sooooo sore from walking all day in those heels. Pretty please?," she said, pouting.

I can tell he was getting invested in the plot, but I know his stupid lizard brain's foot fetish wouldn't let him pass such a ripe opportunity like this. He picked up one of her feet and began kneading its soles--applying pressure first onto her heel and then down the slope of her arch. He repeated this a few times, and proceeded to switch attention to the supple flesh below her toes, while also massaging her toes themselves and between them as well. And at the same time, the gold ankle bracelet she wore chimed softly in a light melody that only served to further fan the searing flames in my eyes.

I wasn't exactly interested in the film to begin with, and with this spectacle going on, I couldn't pry my eyes away from those two. Suddenly, I looked up and made eye contact with Ashley, who subsequently tilted her head back and let out a low groan. Her eyes were shut in enjoyment, although I saw her open them a smidge to check if I was still watching. The nerve of this bitch.

Graciously, time went by fast, especially when my mind was swimming with nasty thoughts and I was legitimately considering murder. Soon the movie ended and the credits were rolling. Ashley stretched out her arms and let out a dramatic yawn.

"Ouuaahhh-ahhh," she yawned, adding, "You wanna call it a night, guys? I'm pretty tired."

I remained quiet. I was obvious to anyone what her intentions were. She didn't even seem remotely tired.

"Umm, ok. I'm kinda tired too, I guess. Blake, you gonna be alright? Need anything before we hit the sack?," Kenny said.

Wow. And he was ready to fuck too, it seems. Gotta make sure I don't bother him later, cause who gives a shit about me, am I right?

"No," I mumbled tersely. I didn't bother acknowledging them as I retreated to the safety of my own room.

There was only one thing on my mind. And that was to monitor those two and prevent them from going all the way at all costs. I booted up my computer setup and opened the surveillance software that was linked to the spy camera I installed inside the rabbit. Kenny's room was still empty because they were talking outside and getting ready for bed. I got up from my gaming chair and retrieved my stuffed rabbit from the nightstand.

"OK, Mr. Bunny-Wabbit, here comes that cheating bastard and the pompous bitch," I said mockingly to the toy. I placed the rabbit on my desk so that it was watching the screen with me.

Ashley led Kenny into the room by his hand and forced him back onto the mattress. Just as he was sitting up on the edge of his bed, she dug her knee into the space between his legs and drew him into a fierce kiss. She coiled herself around him as they made out sloppily. I could see their tongues duel and invade each others mouth, sampling the flavor each other's saliva to an excessive degree.

They moaned into one another's mouths as the kiss went on, and trails of saliva bridged their lips once Ashley pulled away and pressed her forehead into his. I'd never kissed anyone like that. Hell, I've never kissed anyone before, period.

"I want you to fuck me so bad with that cock of yours... until I'm screaming and gasping for air. But first, I'm gonna take you in my throat and you're gonna make me gag until I tear up and my mascara washes off," she said, like a prowling predator.

Ashley unzipped her dress halfway from the back and tugged on the neckline--freeing her wobbling breasts, whose nipples were stiff like diamonds and areolae were wide and brown. They jiggled immensely like two vulgar water balloons and she flattened them against Kenny's groin as she went to undo his belt.

"Hold-hold on. I don't know if we should go any further than this. Blake is literally in the next room. He might be able to hear us," Kenny said worriedly.

"Oh come onnnnnn, we can be quiet? Plus, your brother can just ignore it--let us have our fun. You can't let him keep on getting in your way like this... holding you back, Kent."

"What!?," Kenny said in response, a little louder than expected.

"Uh! Since you want to sour the mood like this--I'm gonna be totally honest with you. You said he doesn't have his own job and the reason why you're even busting your ass off on the daily is because he got kicked out your parents, and not you. And now he wants to be all mopey and irked whenever you bring someone else home. Seems to me that he's holding you back and needs to start pulling his own weight."

Pulling my own weight? PULLING MY OWN WEIGHT? I do everything around the house, you BITCH. And I could be doing much more than that for him if it wasn't for you meddling in our businesses. I looked at Kenny through the screen, anticipating a stern rebuff. He had a blank expression on his face and his body was completely frozen.

"Not only that, but I think he's jealous, Kent," Ashley said, pouring on the insults.

"No, no. You misunderstand, Ash. Blake's not like that. Why would he be jealous of me? He's not attracted to--," Kenny said, just as Ashley interrupted him to say, "Nuh uh. I mean me. He's jealous of me. He wants to be me. He wants to be with you cause he has some sort of sick brother complex or something and that's the reason why he's trapping you into a life where you're stuck with him forever. You might not think much of it because your brother, but it's so obvious to me--the way he looks at you and acts all hurt when I show up."

Oh, now you pissed him off. While I was still pissed that she had the gall to disrespect and slander me in my own house, I knew deep inside that she was spot on. A shadow passed over Kenny's face, and he stared down at himself with a brooding pensiveness. This was it. Was he going to choose me or her?

But contrary to my expectations, Ashley was the one to act first.

"Forget it. I didn't come all this way just to argue," she lamented, simultaneously yanking down his pants and exposing Kenny's penis.

Finally, I got to see him in all his glory, granted I would have preferred it to have happened under better circumstances. He appeared to be about five and a half inches hard. He was also uncircumcised, like me, and part of his engorged, maroon tip showed through the opening of his foreskin. His shaft was nice and thick too. Oh, how I wanted that inside me.

Ashley, on the other hand, didn't share my approval. She broke out into a demeaning cackle--the kind of snickering I was used to hearing from my childhood bullies. What a slut. Her pussy was probably loose as shit from all the guys she's fucked.

"Kent. You have got to be joking. This... this isn't going to work out," she said, holding her hand to her mouth and suppressing her laughter.

Suddenly hurt, Kenny replied, "What? Seriously, I'm literally average, ok?" He was red as a beet and his manhood was being called into question.

"Nooo... nooo. Especially on a big man like you. Even your sissy of a brother is probably working with something more than that. Oh my goodness," she taunted.

I hated that word. I hated it so much. But before I could get up and walk over there to condemn her, Kenny absolutely exploded, and I've never seen him this angry with anyone--not even my bullies.

"YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE THIS INSTANT. You don't insult me. You don't insult my manhood. And above all, YOU DON'T INSULT MY BROTHER," he yelled, throwing his door back and rushing outside to show her out.

Ashley was speechless at his outburst, promptly pulling up the straps of her dress and stuffing her boobs back inside. She grabbed her purse and heels, not bothering to put them on as she ran out the front door in a huff.

I opened my bedroom door and saw Kenny sitting slumped on the couch, rubbing his temples. While I was equally furious at her, sure, I thanked my lucky stars for this chance of a lifetime. My competition had basically shown herself out. I sat beside him and rubbed his thigh, reassuring him.

"Blake... you heard all of that?," Kenny muttered, his head hanging low.

"......... Yes," I said, continuing, "You always accepted me for who I was. That means that I will ALWAYS accept you for who you are. No matter what, Kenny."

He was still sulking, thoroughly demoralized. I had to raise his spirits somehow.

"I mean--five and a half inches isn't even small. My dildo is five inches and it makes me cum like every time," I said, dropping a fact-bomb on him.

"Goodness, Blake... TMI," he responded as we both broke out into a fit of goofy laughter.

"No seriously, I'm no slut, unlike her. Size doesn't matter. What matters is who it's connected to and how they use it."

"Ok, now you're really telling me too much, Blake," he said, his words coming out in a disjointed manner, broken by his hilarity.

"How about this," I suggested with a surge of energy and hope filling me, "Let's go on a date tomorrow--to make up for today and top whatever lousy date you had with her. Ok? We can go to an arcade like old times and get lunch together, just the two of us."

"That... would be great, Blake," Kenny said weakly. I helped him up and brought him to his bed.

Flicking off the light in his room, I added mischievously, "Sweet dreams, big brother~. Don't think about her. Think about me."

IV.

I haven't been this excited in a long time. It was the first time I was going anywhere other than the grocery store since we moved to the city. It was also my first date--a date with the man that I loved. I know he might not see things my way just yet, but I was confident that I would be able to seduce him if things went well today. He only needed a little push.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I was very satisfied with the outfit I had put together. I paired my dark navy denim shorts with a sky blue, shoulder-less lace blouse. This way I could display as much skin as possible without throwing off the casual, first-date mood of our outing. I made sure to thoroughly moisturize my chest, shoulders, and legs beforehand, so my skin was extra soft and had a subtle sheen to it. I hoped he wouldn't be able to tear his eyes away from my creamy thighs and little bubble butt.

I kept my makeup simple--using light foundation, some pale rose colored brush on my cheekbones, a thin layer of lilac shaded eye shadow, and black eyeliner and mascara. I opted for a dark purple matte lipstick, completing the look and imagining the smudges it would leave on Kenny's neck and spit-coated cock.

Fuck. I wasn't one for tucking and the fantasies brewing in my mind inevitably led to a noticeable, throbbing bulge in my shorts.

"Blake! You almost ready?," I heard Kenny shout from the living room.

Quick--quick, think about something nasty. Think about Ashley. Think about that creepy neighbor who stares at me with those lecherous eyes everything he happens to meet me on the way home. Think about Bitores Mendez's top half exploding off his legs and his exposed ribs wriggling around like the legs of a centipede.

"You good--," he said, barging into my room and seeing me in front of the mirror.

Taking his blatant ogling as a compliment, I stuck my hips out to the side and gave him a sultry look. A little bulge wouldn't hurt anyone, right? I was basking in this new found confidence of mine and couldn't wait to relentlessly tease him for the rest of the day. I, however, bit back the witty comment on the tip of my tongue as I took in the sight of Kenny's sculpted form. The early morning sunlight peeked through the slits of my window blinds, the yellow-orange rays making his sturdy neck and chiseled jaw glow as if he were a god to be worshipped.

"Damn, bro...," I choked out, my voice trailing off.

"Huh? You're ready too, right? Let's go, we gotta get the car from the parking garage," he said.

I never drive--preferring to walk--but he occasionally took the car to visit a friend or our parents. I had no reason to go with him on those trips. The mall was a little far from our place, so I guess this time I was going be riding shotgun with him as a piece of arm candy.

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The mall was decently busy with people filing in and out of department stores, luxury clothing stops, and the like. I felt a thousand gazes on me as I strolled beside Kenny. Our shoulders touched occasionally and I tried to muster the courage to be closer to him. Would people be able to tell I was male, or that I was his brother? What if Ashley and Mom and Dad were right and everyone saw me as a brother-loving pervert? I was really starting to wish that I dyed my hair blonde or something. I could have also worn a choker to conceal my adam's apple.

"It's ok, Blake. Nobody's judging you. Everyone's got their own thing going on, and plus, you're so pretty today so who cares anyways?," Kenny said, somehow reading my mind and reassuring me.

Perhaps it was my body language. He was probably rather used to seeing my slightly jittering knees and fidgeting hands in these kinds of nerve-racking scenarios.

"Can I... hold your hands?," I asked meekly.

He agreed, eyeing my restlessness. I slithered my forearm around his and traced my fingers down the back of his wrists until our fingers interlocked. Kenny's eyes widened. He must of been expecting a help your kid cross the street type of hand holding and not something this intimate. I smiled and leaned into his shoulder.

We arrived at the arcade and entered through the sliding doors. I was immediately hit by a wave of nostalgia, taking in the scene of neon floors and flickering arcade machines. We roamed around the lobby in search for the token machine.

"Hi there, is there anything I can help you two with?," one of the arcade staff asked from the main desk, which was situated in front of the prize wall and the many glass display cases.

The girl had straight raven black hair, matching black lips, and thick drawn eyebrows. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Kenny expectantly, resting her cheek in the palm her hand and leaning in as Kenny approached the counter. I swear I could see a gleam in her eye.

"Yea, uh... my--," he said, hesitating after I wrapped myself around his left arm to show up that goth chick, "my... boyfriend and I were wondering where the token machines were."

No way he just said that. 'My boyfriend?' My heart raced and did my best to maintain a straight face. I can't believe he reciprocated my possessiveness for once. Surprisingly, she was unfazed at his choice of words. If anything, the small slump in her posture showed some minor disappointment at the realization that Kenny was unavailable.

"We use a card system here, sir. If you would like, you can purchase two card passes. Each of them are loaded with 100 digital tokens. To add more tokens, you can bring it to that kiosk over there," she explained.

"Sure. We'll take two," Kenny said, taking out his wallet and handing her his card.

"And would you like to sign up with our online rewards program? Each time you come and recharge your card you would accrue some credit that can be redeemed at the prize store in alongside your ticket winnings."

"No, umm, I think we're alright," he rejected.

"No problem. And here--," she said, typing and handing back his credit together with our token cards, "--you go. You're all set."

Thanking her and examining our passes, we made our way to the game machines. Kenny gave me an apologetic look, saying, "Was that ok? I didn't mean to make it all weird and stuff. I'm so sorry, I don't know what got into me--I said it in the spur of the moment."

He had taken both of my hands into his during this plea, squeezing my fingers and rubbing my knuckles with his thumbs.

"Of course it was ok, dummy. It's not weird unless you make it weird. Come on--oooooh! House of the Dead. We gotta play that, Kenny, come on!," I said, pulling him with me as I made a mad dash for my favorite arcade shooter.

We cleared wave after wave of undead assailants with our plastic uzis and I brushed my body against his whenever I saw a chance. While our characters ran and shot at the large creature chasing them through the sewer system, its four arms covered in chains and grotesque tongue hanging out, I could see Kenny was in the midst of a great internal struggle. He tried to discreetly shift the stiffening rod in his pants while maintaining his lackluster aim on the giant zombie. It was so clearly visible and I bit my lip, steering my focus back to the boss fight. We were just this distracting for each other, huh?

I managed to get us past the first two sections of the game, though we fell victim to the metalloid, chainsaw carrying monster in the third boss fight sequence inside a runaway subway train.

Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I said to Kenny, "Whew, that was fun right? Even though I had to hard carry your ass the entire time, haha. I know we have it in us to get past that third stage, though."

"Yea," he agreed, saying, "I don't care what we play or whether we win or lose as long as you're with me."

"My uh, my makeup's still good, Kenny? I didn't smudge it or anything?," I asked.

"Trust me... you're good. You look... good, uh...," he said, mumbling near the end.

I knew I had him now. I roped him into a second play through of the game, and this time we only died to the floating sorcerer you face after entering the large, foreboding skyscraper for the final parts of the game. We followed it up with some skee ball, air hockey, street fighter, and all sorts of miscellaneous games. Regardless of whatever may happen later today, Kenny truly was my best friend and the best brother a lousy person like me could have. He was the blessing of my life.

Of course we eventually made our way to the claw machines. It was destined. We browsed the

mini gallery of various machines with prizes ranging from large plush toys and small collectibles to new phones and expensive headsets. I stopped in front of the one filled with cute animal plushies.

"Kenny! I want that fat green frog. Oh my gosh it's so precious. Can you win it for me, pretty please? I need it--I need it--I need it," I rambled, begging and tugging on the sleeve of his t-shirt.

"You're so predictable, you know that?," he said, squaring up his prey like a stalking heron. The machines were positioned side to side, so he was unable to get a view of it from all angles. Still confident in his tracking abilities, Kenny slotted his pass into the card reader and maneuvered the machine's joystick until the claw was just above one of the frogs in the corner. I didn't expect him to choose that one, and I certainly would have chosen the obvious one in the middle or something. He smashed the large button in the center of the control console. The claw dropped and captured its victim, scooping up the frog and unloading it into the collection chamber.

"Wooow, bro. You never got rusty, huh?," I praised.

Handing me the frog, Kenny rubbed the back of his neck and looked like he was about to say something.

"I, uh... I... I wanted to sincerely apologize for what happened yesterday. I'm sorry for bringing her into the sanctity of our home and letting her insult you, assuming you heard that as well?"

"Oh Kenny... How would it be your fault if she was the one being such a bratty bitch?," I replied, stopping before asking him, "Did you really like her to begin with?"

"I don't know......... maybe it was that she was so conventionally attractive, and that she was pretty smart and had everything all worked out in her life...," he said.

"So... you're telling me that you dated her cause it would look good? That it would make Mom and Dad happy for you to marry a woman of her ability and background?," I interrogated.

Kenny appeared dejected for a moment, but then took deep breath--pulling himself together.

"I swear, Blake. From now on--you are the only important person in my life. No one else."

Had the time arrived at last? Was I reading the moment right? God, I hope not. I had to take the risk here, otherwise I'd regret it for the rest of my life. And so I got on my tippy toes--my white converses creasing from the stretch--and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, closing my eyes and then opening them to catch his response.

"Blake..."

He didn't rebuke me or yell at me to stop. Did he also want it, then?

"I love you."

And that's all I said. Without saying anything in response, Kenny pushed me against the claw machine and kissed me passionately, his hands on top of the fogging glass on the either side of my head. Feeling his tongue probe into my mouth and coil around mine, my body became limp and the stuffed frog fell from my arms and onto the arcade floor. I groaned into his mouth and savored the sweet taste of his spit.

This was just as good as I had envisioned. No, it was far better. We continued to make out frantically and I hung onto the fabric on the back of his shirt for dear life. Completely inexperienced in this field, my lips yielded to his and mimicked his soothing touch as his lips enveloped mine in its warm wetness. I could even sense the prickly stubble on the base of his chin and the heated air expelled from his flared nostrils with each successive exhalation. My nipples jutted out prominently from my blouse and I was so aroused I felt myself nearing climax.

Not wanting to over do it in public or push me too far--though I would be absolutely dumbfounded if he knew my body this well--Kenny broke the kiss. His eyes were glazed and his chest rose and fell in tension. He loved me back. The rest would be merely denouement.

V.

We had a nice lunch at the mall and I quickly urged Kenny to take us home, saying that I had a surprise in store for him. The tension between us was palpable during the drive home. Kenny went as fast as possible without getting us pursued by any cops and I suddenly became hyperaware of the sensations on my body.

The cool air blowing from the AC vent and onto my nipples. The hard on straining inside my panties and yearning for release. The butt plug moving against the walls of my rectum each time I shifted in the car seat and ground into it--tormenting myself out of sheer instinct. Yes, I had worn a butt plug this morning and had it in throughout the duration of the entire date. I didn't think it was that important to tell you earlier, but now its relevance couldn't be understated. It was medium sized and silver, while its end had a pink heart-shaped crest. I couldn't wait for Kenny to pull it out of me later, leaving my asshole gaped and ready for his man meat.

"I want you to drop me off in the front, Kenny. I'm gonna head up first and get your present ready while you go park the car," I said to him, watching my brother concentrate on the traffic ahead.

"Sure. You're so assertive today... I could almost get used to this...... Besides, what's the surprise you have in store?," he inquired.

"There's no telling~. When you get upstairs later, I want you to wear the blindfold that I'm going to leave on the couch, understood? Absolutely no peaking until I allow it," I ordered.

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I heard him enter the apartment as I pulled the second long latex glove up my left arm and past my elbows, the rubbery material sliding easily along my skin thanks to the lubricant oil I had applied. There! I had put on my thigh high latex stockings and now the matching pair of latex gloves. Both sets were a sleek black color, complementing that of the bowtie and bunny ears I was already wearing to give myself the sexy bunny look.

I stepped out and saw him on the couch with the blindfold fastened around his head. He nervously tapped his fingers on his slacks and sat up straight, hearing my entrance. I savored this rare sight of my brother's anxiousness. He was so cute and submissive in this position. I know that was normally my role, but I couldn't wait to explore this side of him more in the future.

"Such a goooood boy~," I taunted Kenny, walking around the back of the sofa.

He gulped in response. Was my big brother a virgin too?

I sat into his lap and balanced myself with my gloved fingers pressed against his nipples. I felt so dirty in this position--him completely clothed and unaware of the fact that I was essentially naked and sitting on top of him. My cock bobbled and a bead of precum leaked out, staining his shirt as it soaked into the cotton material.

"Woah-woah-woah-woah... what are you wearing?," he stammered, sensing something was awry as I massaged his nipples with my latex-coated fingertips and wiggled my bare ass all over his crotch.

I leaned forward and blew a hot breath into his ear, making his body tense up even further. I teased, "Shh, shh, shhhh... just enjoy it and don't think too hard. I wanted to thank you properly for winning those plushies for me, protecting me all my life, and finally--finallllyy accepting my love for you today, ok big brother~?"

Having learned much from our previous make out session, I latched my lips onto his once more--this time with another level of wild horniness knowing that no one was around to catch us. I shoved my tongue deep into his mouth, overtaking the weak opposition his own tongue put up and silencing his primal grunts. I slathered my tongue all throughout the insides of his cheeks and over the corner of his mouth--leaving the sides of his face sticky. I was breaking his mind with the sheer intensity of our French kiss and I exploited his passivity by using one hand to unzip his fly and fish out his erection from under his boxer briefs.

Breaking off our oral embrace, I rolled my tongue around my mouth to gather a pool of saliva. I dribbled my natural lube onto the both of our cocks after I nestled my smaller shaft against his and lightly stroked us together within my grasp. I reached out with my free arm and undid the knot on his blindfold, letting it fall to the cushion next to us.

"Look at how our cocks are kissing too, Kenny. By the way, do you like my outfit?," I asked.

"Fuuuuuuuck... Blaaaakkkeee...," he moaned.

His mind and conscience were completely shattered. I had successfully reduced my brother to a sex-crazed dog. He thrusted his hips desperately and humped his wet cock onto mine. Our exposed frenulums slid against each other with both of our hoods having been peeled back from our mutual hardness.

"Blake--ohhh, fucking shit, I'm about to--'bout to," he said frenziedly, hastily pushed close to the edge from our sexy frotting.

I wrenched my hand back, blue-balling him. I directed him, "Don't cum. I want your first load down the back of my throat."

"Time for me to eat your carrot!," I said, unsaddling from his lap and falling to my knees on the square carpet in front of the sofa.

I held the base of his fat sausage and smacked it onto my hollowed cheeks like a ceremonial drum. I sniffed around his hairy sacks and along his raging shaft, my imaginary whiskers brushing against his warm skin and tail wagging in approval of his sweaty scent. Smelling it straight from the source was so much better than scavenging whatever clothes he had left laying around. I slowly jerked him as I took turns juggling each of his wrinkly orbs in my mouth--releasing them in succession with audible pops.

"Aeuii weuut Ahhhleeyy wouulllnnt haauuu doonne uueeis hhoor you."

My words weren't coming out right but I think he knew what I was trying to say.

"Haaaaaaahhhh, aauuuuhh--oh goooooddd... I...... I... I can't believe this is happening right now," he panted laboriously, his quad muscles tightening and fingers running through my hair and eventually grappling onto it.

I eyed him submissively in response, and I moved to shift attention towards his neglected prick, which was overdue for a fresh coating of spit as it was getting sticky and harder to stroke. Now I could really impress him with my technique, a craft I had long been perfecting on toys of comparable size. Inch after inch of his salty popsicle disappeared into my muzzle. His bulbous head ventured down the back of my tongue and past my uvula, repeatedly knocking it aside as if it were a hanging punching bag once I began gagging myself on him. Concentrating entirely on his pleasure, I curbed my thumping heart rate and switched to breathing slowly through my nose.

"Uuuueeegh, aaweeeugh, uuuuuuehhh, ggguuuahhh, gggwwahhh."

He hissed, drawing in air between his clenched teeth--overwhelmed by the sensation of his tip tapping the ribbed walls of my pharynx and its muscles contracting around him in a vice grip. I can't say I was a true slut yet, and I lacked control control over my throat and its erratic spasms were more or less a fortuitous side effect of my body's manic state.

"I'm such a terrible brother....... what kind of older sibling lets their little brother slobber over their cock like this......."

My nose up against his wiry pubic hair, I flicked my tongue to caress his balls while I kept on messily deep throating him. I would alternate between lodging him down my windpipe and retracting his girth so that I could swirl my tongue around the crown of his sex organ. A sudden tickle in my throat made me cough, shooting his length out in a blast off and leaving my entire face and makeup sullied from the tears and saliva. I gave him a weak, abashed smile and I tried to compensate for my hiccup by corkscrewing him with one hand and using the textured palm of the other to tease his now-purple tip.

"Blaaaaakkke--Blake... relax. Please, don't push yourself too hard. Take it easy--fffuuuuck--it's too much, shit--shit--shit, seriously, slow down. I can't hold back much longeerrr..."

"Do you want to finish on my face, in my mouth, or in my ass?," I asked, suspending his torment. Those were his only three options. I was giving him no choice but to cum, and it had to be somewhere in my body.

"Ass... ass...... oh goooodddd, I sound like such a fucking pervert. Your ass, pleeeeaaaseee," he begged.

No wonder why it's so easy for women to manipulate to men. All their supposed inhibitions, morals, and principles crumble in an instant the moment you start giving them a taste of real pleasure. I stepped onto the nearby cushion with one leg, hoisting myself above his crotch. I reached behind me to line his cock up against my ass cheeks.

"Take the plug out, Kenny."

"Whaaat?," he said, still dazed.

"Pull out the butt plug so I can pop our fucking cherries," I demanded.

His hand shaking, Kenny felt around my jiggling booty until it traveled down into the baby-smooth crevice and made contact with the heart-shaped end of the plug. As though he were a naughty rabbit yanking on the stem of a carrot in the dirt, Kenny pulled on the end vigorously. It wouldn't budge. I clenched my sphincter on purpose, enjoying the one situation where I power over my model older brother.

"Come onnn~. A man as strong as you can't get out a tiny piece of metal?"

I had done it now. He was fuming at me essentially cock-blocking him, and Kenny concentrated all his strength into his biceps and forearms to overpower my tightened ring--causing the butt plug to burst out and fling across the room, landing on the wooden floor and splattering it with droplets of my anal juices and this morning's lube. He grappled me by my soft waist and impaled me onto his cock. We yelped in unison at the alien feeling. My gut ached pleasantly and I felt his head press against my prostate as he entered his little brother's forbidden hole. I began to ride him in earnest, my colon wrapping around him akin to a python swallowing a mouse whole.

"I bet I'm way tighter than any lousy pussy you've ever had," I said to him between kisses.

Plap, plap, plap. The sound of my bubble butt slapping against his muscled thighs echoed throughout the apartment and I braced myself with my hands on his shoulders. The wooden sofa legs wobbled and shook from the ferocity of our coupling and threatened to give way. My rosebud clung onto his cock, maintaining such a firm grip of it as I bounced up and down--biting on his neck and leaving blotches of purple, red bruises.

"You think I had time to fool around with girls? I devoted my life to studying and supporting you," he responded, going on to say, "You have no idea... HOW... HARD--I FORCED... myself--to--be FUCKING... STRAIGHT."

Kenny emphasized each of the last words of his confession slowly and in tandem with his final, deep thrusts as he climaxed inside me. His fiery hot spunk coated the walls of my guts and extensively fertilized the boy pussy that he now owned.

"I'm sorry I cause your efforts to go to waste, big brother... But it's ok, because this hole will be the first and only one you use from now on."

Just then, he cradled my dick between his rough fingers. Hyperventilating from his fucking and abrupt touch, I was close to cumming myself and my little pathetic cock came all over his manly hands after he only stroked me three to four times. He brought his cum-glazed hand to my mouth, waiting for me to scoop off the globs of my own semen with my tongue and lick him clean. Kenny then held my chin and kissed me once more, snowballing a portion of my load into his mouth.

"I... Wow... I didn't expect you to be this gay, Kenny."

"You taste kinda sweet, and kinda salty and bitter...... I can get used to it," he pointed out, adding, "I don't know. I tried not to think about you this way. I knew it wasn't healthy. Society would never accept it--and it really was so--incredibly hard to keep myself sane when you began relentlessly teasing and touching me since we moved out."

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't realized that my own actions and affection could be such a great source of pain for my brother.

Seeing my inner turmoil, he said, "I'm glad you did it though. Otherwise I would never had been able to be honest to myself and my own feelings...... I mean, you were the one who had your emotions all figured out. I only happened to have my line of work figured out."

"But that's how we complete one another, right?"

Seemingly moved by my statement, Kenny flipped me onto my belly on the sofa and mounted me--reinvigorated and ready for round two. He slipped his cock back inside my ass and bred me without any remorse. I was his stuffed rabbit.