When
you're tied to a tree in the pissing rain, there's not much to
do except occupy your mind thinking about other things.
Being
three years younger and physically lighter than a brother has both
advantages and disadvantages. When you're the son of a farmer you're
expected to do your share of chores at whatever age ... and if there's
a danger of a younger boy getting tied to his mothers apron-strings
it's inevitable that both father and brother will make sure it doesn't
happen. Andy remembered being challenged and tested for strength,
stamina, daring and endurance even as a toddler. Dan was always there
to catch him if he looked like taking a fall but he would also be
the one to push him if there was any sign of hesitation. Who the hell
cares about then ... it's today that counts ... but today is a result
of all those shoves and knocks. It had been such a gradual development.
There had never been a time when Dan hadn't been in charge and in
control. At the age of seven out working around the farm with a ten
year old brother, whether it was mending fences or bailing hay Andy
already knew that his older brother was fascinated by knots, rope
or wire. Dan already delighted in his expertise ... which usually
resulted in Andy getting tied up, or down or staked out until it was
time to head back to the house and parental supervision. Nothing vicious
ever ... but inevitable.
When Dan first discovered sexual arousal it was during one of their
frequent play sessions. The mesmerised Andy at the age of seven had
watched his brother's dick not only expand but shoot. They'd both
seen animals do exactly that ... so it was natural to experiment.
Together the lads soon learned how to get the dogs horny ... and even
sheep. For devilment young Andy would get his brother hard just before
they were called to the meal table or outside church on a Sunday.
Of course, taking such liberties with Dan inevitably resulted in a
range of subtle punishments ... but somehow Andy already accepted
that as a way of life. Dan's first experiments with physical sex were
naturally on his brother ... in preference to trying to fuck the dogs
or sheep. As their bedroom was at the far end of the big old house
from their parents, even at times when Andy wasn't a particularly
willing partner, Dan had a knack of overpowering his brother, and
then after sessions of relatively heavy action, soothing him down.
The old brass bedstead had always been as much of a playground as
the barn or the high meadow with the woods beyond. Up there, particularly
in the summer, you could see anybody approaching for miles if you
didn't want to get caught 'fooling around.' Not that Dan always got
things his own way ... but the price of pulling some stunts on his
older brother was often costly and painful for Andy. Even so ... there
were times ...
When Dan made his first moves towards sexual adventures with local
females, the two brothers were to some extent allies. Dan's school
companions weren't too pleased when a younger brother tagged along
... but young Andy was not only an amiable kid ... he could be useful,
had guts in a tight corner ... and occasionally even had bright ideas
...
In those early sex adventures young Andy had been his brother's accomplice,
alibi, fellow conspirator ... and substitute on the nights when Dan
had failed to get his end away with a 'chick.' Even now there were
nights when both he and Dan bowled into one of the local towns, made
a couple of randy girls happy and then stopped to fool around together
on the way home or after they got back to the privacy of their own
big double bed.
Andy's mind found it impossible to hold onto the image of that warm
and friendly place because the driving rain was beginning to numb
his unprotected head. His powerful, athletic body was only anchored
at wrists, ankles and by the hood ... but the suit was practically
indestructible and the expertly tied ropes stayed as firmly tied as
ever. Andy would have been amazed if they'd done otherwise. Dan was
a genius, there was no doubt about that. As the rain beat down, even
though he found a certain strange pleasure in the present discomfort,
Andy felt the need to generate some more mental distraction. He began
to picture his brother standing watching him ... and instinctively
he started to struggle and strain at the ropes again ... because he
knew it turned his brother on to watch him. The violence of his movements
shook the young tree, bringing yet more water down on his head as
his pelvis strained first forward and then banged back against the
rough bark. His chest, waist and hips could move unhampered within
the sweaty prison where hot perspiration and icy cold rain were battling
with his senses. His breath was coming faster as his body writhed
and flexed. His head rolled from side to side and suddenly the cold
rain on his face seemed to burn. He groaned loudly as his convulsive
movements turned inevitably into another almighty orgasm which may
only have lasted for a few seconds but seemed like twenty minutes
and felt like he was shaking the tree out of the ground.
'Oh fuck,' thought Andy as his body began to calm down. 'When Dan
sees all that cum ... and he'll look for it ... he'll want to punish
me for coming without permission.' For the rest of the four hours
the helpless victim could only speculate on variations on the recurring
theme of life with a brother like 'Big Dan.'
END
OF 'BROTHERS' EXCERPT
The story goes on to describe many more hot and heavy situations
in graphic detail.
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