My lil bro kenneth pt 1 - Sex Stories

My lil bro kenneth pt 1

Hi guys! I know it has been a long time since my last story. To be frank, my life has been a tumultuous rollercoaster ride of pain. Before we begin on the new story, here is a bit of background info on what has happened the past few years. For starters, Dylan, Ryan, we don’t really talk anymore, because Dylan and i were together for a little over a year before our relationship ended very badly, so of course i don’t want to finish that story. the only person from my old stories i still talk to is Darius, we are still friends, but he is happily engaged and I couldn’t be happier for him. Lastly, my parents got divorced, my father moved out of the country and ceased to talk to me, because he does not approve of my life style, and my mother. passed away from a heart attack a year ago, just after christmas. So, I know that is boring, so lets begin yeah? This story is about a boy, more or less my little brother. I met him on League of Legends about two years ago, when he was 12, he is about to turn 15 (at the time I am writing this story). His father is not in the picture and he is being raised by his mother. (Also my mother). In terms of family, they are all I really have. His name is Kenneth. Hes a short lil dude. 5’3”, filipino and white mix. the cutest kid you will ever see. A very big heart. He has always been here for me like family. When my dad left, and when my mother died. Chance would have it, we live in the same city. I don’t really know what to make of the slim odds. But ...

... given what I have been through lately, I wouldn't change it for the world. I have yet to see him naked. Only ever with his shirt off. At the time this takes place, we had been having weekly gaming sessions for months. He knew I was gay, so did his mom, and they did not care. My description, 21 years old. I’m 5’8” 180lbs, I take care of myself and keep in shape. Lean, but muscular. My dick has grown to 6” and isnt going anywhere. It isnt big, but I am proud of it. Still black hair, and brown eyes. I mind you, and not the best looking guy around, but Im alright. Still don’t, now then, too the story… It was an average Friday afternoon, I had just gotten out of class and was on my way to pick Kenneth up from school so he could come spend the weekend, as usual. Only this time the air was dry, it was cold, a very snowless winter. Yet again snow was in the forecast but I didn’t expect much because they were getting it wrong quite a bit this year. When I got to the school, he didn’t run to my car, he walked, head down, no bright smile, no bright shining eyes. He was sad, depressed even, I hadn’t been so worried in so long, i honestly forgot what it was like. He got in my car, sat down, looked over at me, and began to tear up. There were kids pouring out of the school, so I got out of there, put my arm around him and let him cry, all the while going as fast as could to my house to get him inside. When the school was out of sight, he let me have it “I learned something today.. secrets ...