traditional and opportune gifts
#2 of closer brother, closer
generic disclaim (keywords) + rape warning = this story note JESS DOES NOT RAPE AL _________________________________________________________________________ It was late Summer, a couple weeks sense we had moved in -I avoided thinking about school by avoiding ca landers- and life was good. My brother and I were closer than ever, and nothing could change that. "Mawwhhhath..." I wasn't ready to be fully awake. Lying beside my brother, his arm stretching from my shoulder to my last rib, my head lain upon his shoulder. I just watched him, his chest moving with each breath. With the covers at our waists I couldn't help but marvel at his musculature. Jess wasn't yet a bulking muscle-god, but he was definitely an athletic, with a athlete's definitions, clearly visible through his coat. I wasn't envious of him, rather I was so proud of him, of being his brother, of knowing what a few years would do to my body -we were cast from the same mold- , but I did feel a familiar bitterness towards time. The fact was I didn't like being the younger brother. Not to say that Jess was anything but a perfect older brother, supportive, caring, and just cruel enough to keep my strong, humble, and level-headed. Rather I felt that I didn't deserve him. I was a burden, something he was bound to protect. It didn't help that we were in the same grade. My birthday was just before the cut off and I managed to skipped a year elementary school due in equal parts to my mind and Jess's habit of teaching me everything he learned. When you are younger than everyone by two years you will get teased, and if you have any kind of big brother he will stick up for you. Thinking about how nice it would have been to have been born Jess's twin, I allowed my eyes to close, but Jess would have none of that. "Ow...what the." I jerked awake and held the ribs closer to Jess's. He had just punched me, playfully, but rough-playfully. "That's one, thirteen left to go." Jess remarked. He paused to let me realize what day it was, but I wasn't getting anywhere. "Geeze, for a smart guy you sure are stupid. Happy Birthday, Alan!" "It's my..." I thought about the month, how many weeks it had been since we moved, I couldn't believe I had forgotten. "Yep," he punched me again, birthday licks were traditional between us, "and boy have I got a present for you." "That I won't get till sundown and which you won't stop talking about till then." "Yep." "Same old Jess," I thought, I really loved some of those annoying little traditions of his.
This birthday went normally for me, parental presents at noon, cake at three, at which time Jess stole my first bite of the first piece of cake, and around six Jessie led me of on a meandering walk that would eventually lead to whatever store he had put my gift on hold at. After walking for an hour we ended up at our uncle Ben's pawn shop. Uncle Ben was or mom's brother, a widower and bit nutty. It was quite lucky that our Dad's latest transfer had been to Ben's city. I was curious as to what he had come across that Jess had bought for me. "You know the drill," said Jess, handing me the ceremonial handkerchief, "No peeking." I tied the cloth over my eyes and waited outside the store. A few minute later I heard a chuckle and was thrown into an alley. "Not funny Jes..." I started, but when I took of my blindfold I saw not my brother, but a lynx of similar age, unzipping his fly and holding a knife. "Oh, you were just asking for it. Drop your drawers or I'll have to cut a whole in back of those perfectly nice jeans." We were about the same height, but his arms looked bigger, and he had a knife. I wasn't going to get cut, but at the same time I wasn't about to hurry in taking of my pants. "Oh go ahead, take'm of nice and slow, a nice little striptease before I take you." I quivered, "Not that anybody comes by here this time of day. No its just the two of us wolf, such a good boy to strip down just for me," he had a wicked, lusting grin, and I could feel his eyes all over me. But then my eyes noticed someone behind him, Jess. Seeing the look of salvation in my eyes, the lynx spun round, but just in time for Jess's fist to knock his face back in the other direction. "You piece of shit! Don't you dare lay a hand on my little brother." The lynx was on the ground, barely conscious, his nose bleeding. "I gonna teach you a lesson on yiffin' you'll never forget." Jess picked up the lynx's knife, then the lynx, tossed the cat against the wall, pinned him from behind, and put the knife to his throat. With his free hand he pushed down his pants, then the lynx's. My brother's cock, as I could now see, was growing fast, Jess's heart racing, adrenalin and testosterone coursing through his veins. I had never seen it so large, nor Jess so enraged. With lust and wrath drove my brother's member into the linx's tail hole. Each thrust the defeated lynx whimpered softer and I grew more aroused. "You!" thrust, "Will!" thrust, "Never"! thrust, "Even!" thrust, -by now I was hard leaking pre- "Think!" thrust, "About!" thrust, "Hurting" thrust, "Him!" thrust, "AGAIN!" and with that my brother came. I thought it was over, then Jess opened his eyes again. "Time for you to apologize." Without withdrawing from the lynx Jess turned around, forcing the lynx to face me. "Sorry..." mumbled the lynx as the blade on his neck twitched. "Now prove it, open wide." Jess instructed, then nodded to me. I put my member in the lynx's mouth. Jess thrusted, forcing my cock down the lynx's throat. I sighed in delight as the warm, wetness encased my tool. Then, seeing Jess's cue, I began to thrust. The lynx tried to refrain from pleasuring me, but at some point instinct took over and he began to mouth my balls and lick the base of my cock. Soon Jess, in perfect time with my rhythm, began thrusting as well. After a hot, sweaty minute the three of us came. I pulled my meat out of the lynx's mouth; he licked as much cum from me my cockhead as possible. "Well," said Jess, "I think you learned your lesson, but let's reinforce it." He lifted the lynx of the ground, tilted back, and without words signaled me to join him in the feline's tailhole. I complied and the lynx teared up, his tight butt being torn open by our voluptuous wolfhoods. We rocked back and forth, our meaty members sliding across one another, lubricated by Jess's cum. Within a minute the lynx was just loose enough for my brother and I to thrust full force. I had never felt anything like it, the wet sticky warmth of the hole, the ecstasy of my brothers throbbing cock grinding passed my own, forced together with greater intensity than anything we had done in bed. We yiffed the lynx ruthlessly for a good five minutes, then pulled out, dropping him on the cold alley floor. _______________________________ Halfway back home, "Oh how could I forget, Happy fourteenth!" said Jess handing me a newsprint rapped something about the size of a small tuna can. I unwrapped the gift and gasped, "This is Grampa's watch!" Jess nodded with a sly grin. "How did you?" "Uncle Benny bought it of some low-life a couple week's ago, didn't realize what it was till I told him. He was gonna give it to me, but I made him sell it to me for what he bought it at, still a steal though." "But, Jess, I can't.... Grampa would have wanted youn to have it. You and him were close, I barely..." "Exactly, I was seven. I still have some great memories, but you, ya li'l twerp, are gonna need something to keep him alive in that bog of a brain you got." I threw my arms around Jess and thanked him with all my heart. It was a good birthday. __________________________________ That following week we recieved a suprise; Uncle Ben was getting married, some widow he had met on a sigle's cruise. We were invited to dinner to meet her and her son. Jess and I, who had lost track of time at a friend's house, got there about eight. We walked into the restaurant and, though we kept our faces calm, were shocked when we saw them. Sitting by our uncle was a middle aged lynx and her son, a familiar boy about my hieght.