My Dear B****r - Sex Stories

My Dear B****r

DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a work of fiction. Any similarities between people living or dead is purely coincidental. No a****ls were harmed in the writing of this story. When I was a young c***d, I was teased a lot. I was a boy, but I looked more like a girl, and even acted quite feminine. The older girls would use me as a dress-up doll, and the older boys would beat me. My b****r, though, would often come to my rescue, even if it meant that he took a worse beating than I did. I loved my b****r very much. While we were young, my b****r and I would often share a bath or bed, innocently, of course. As we got older, this ceased, and eventually my b****r began dating. This stirred in me feelings that I later came to know as jealousy. I did not want these girls taking my b****r from me, so I decided to do something about it. I still had some of those clothes that those girls dressed me in years ago buried deep in my closet (I had kind of liked the way that they made me feel, plus, I did look good in them), so I made myself up as cute as I could, and, while my b****r slept, I crawled into his bed next to him and fell asl**p practically in his arms. He woke up slowly that morning. “Good morning.”, I said, “Wha-what??, W-why are you?...”, he stammered, “Sshh.”, said I. I felt something hard against my thighs (my b****r sl**ps in the nude, by the way), and questioned what it was as I reached under the sheets to find out for myself. My fingers wrapped around it, and b****r ...

... gasped and moved backward. I giggled and grabbed onto to his erect penis with both hands. All of the sudden, some kind of fluid poured out. I thought he had peed, but this was thick and sticky, and when I looked at what was all over my hands, it was white and creamy. My b****r's face became bright red. I put a few of my fingers into my mouth to taste this 'cream'. It tasted good, so I licked my hands clean. My b****r could not take his eyes off of me at this point. I wanted more, so I removed the sheets, and began licking his cock clean. He became hard again quite quickly. I guess he could not take any more, because he suddenly shoved his cock into my mouth and began thrusting. I did the best that I could to choke it down as he thrust into my throat. Then he came again, hot, thick, salty cream poured into my mouth, down my throat, and out, over my chin. I choked a bit, but managed to swallow most of it. My b****r began to apologize, but I shook my head, crawled up, hugged him tight, and whispered into his ear; “I'm so happy, I love you.” “But...but, we're b****rs...”, he said, to which I replied, “I love you, I always have, I know that you love me, and that is all that matters. I will not lose you to anyone, I'm your girlfriend now, I want to be your wife.” “Well then, he said, I'll have to make you a proper girl.”, he said. I looked at him curiously. “Come to my room tonight before I go to sl**p.” he replied. That night, I snuk into his room, dressed as cutely, and scantily, as I ...