Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers - Sex Stories

Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers

... cotton fabric, the sensation of Nick’s hands running along his calf, and the feeling of power that came from dominating his little brother combined to give Marshall a near euphoric high, and another hard on. “You’re doing good Nicky, just keep licking.” Marshall pressed his left foot more firmly against the crotch of Nick’s tighty-whitey briefs as he continued to slide his Nike ankle sock over Nick’s Fruit of the Looms. He could feel Nick’s cock starting to harden through the bottom of his sock. He pulled his foot away from Nick’s pouch and rubbed the smooth cotton of the Nike sock down Nick’s thigh before lifting his leg up and resting his foot on Nick’s chest, near his mouth. “Jerk-off while you’re licking my socks. I want to see you cum while you’re doing it.” Nick reached through the fly of his briefs, knowing better than to make Marshall angry. The last time he’d refused Marshall had kicked him in the balls and then pissed in his mouth. It was easier to just do what he said. Nick nearly started crying again, feeling the hopelessness of his situation. He thought back to how it all started and wondered if things would be different if he’d noticed how much of a pain in the ass he’d been to his big brother. Growing up, his father had pretty much let Nick do whatever he wanted, while Marshall had to do everything their single Dad didn’t have time to do. At the age of eighteen, Marshall was responsible for managing the affairs for the household. He was the accountant, ...

... maid, and handyman, all rolled into one. Of course, he didn’t get any help from Nick. On the contrary, Nick knew he had made Marshall’s job much harder, due to his laziness and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. Then the accident happened. About three months ago their father had been injured at work. A heavy piece of equipment had fallen and struck him on the head. Joe had fallen into a coma. At first, they didn’t know if he’d pull out it. However, after several weeks in the ICU, Joe woke up a changed man. He had suffered moderate to severe brain damage. He’d no longer be able to work or to take care of himself completely. Once he left the hospital and came home, he began to lie about on the couch and watch TV, not really able to do much more. Marshall had picked up the slack. Using the disability insurance checks, he kept the house running, took care of their Dad, worked, and tried to take care of Nick. Nick didn’t want to deal with the situation though; instead, he decided to run wild. He stayed out all night with his friends, drank heavily, skipped school so often he was expelled, and never gave his older brother any help. Then, about a week ago, Nick had stumbled into the house in the middle of the night, drunk off his ass. He fell down in the hallway leading to his and Marshall’s room. He’d tried to stand back up, but couldn’t manage. So he gave up and crawled to their room on his hands and knees. He vaguely remembered pushing their door open, but then he’d passed out on the ...