Brother Sun


                                            >"Nonny, hey Nonny, can you come here and help me out with this real quick?"

                                            "Sure, Sunny"

                                            >It's been nearly two years since your brother came to live with you.

                                            >That he changed a lot from when you moved away from home is an understatement.

                                            >He's dressing like a girl and calling himself Sunset now.

                                            >He asked you not to tell mom and dad, not like you talked to them anymore anyway.

                                            >You enter his room and he's half dressed.

                                            >Seems he was having trouble getting his fingers to navigate the bra strap again.

                                            "Damn it, Sunny, warn me next time."

                                            >"It's ok, Nonny, we're both men. I don't mind."

                                            >One of you is a man, certainly and it will take a man's will to ignore those bare shoulders and smooth flesh.

                                            >Bad enough he had hips to die for.

                                            "That's not really the point here."

                                            >"Come on, Nonny, Help a girl out."

                                            >You resign yourself to your fate and help him clip the bra properly.

                                            "I don't recognize this bra."

                                            >Not that you checked his bras out of course.

                                            >"Yep, It's an enhancer. Totally seems real, see?"

                                            >He grabbed your hands and placed them to his breasts.

                                            >They did feel real.

                                            >You gave them a squeeze.

                                            >Very soft

                                            >"N-nonny?"

                                            >You jerk your hands away quickly.

                                            >Your dick has reacted with cliched interest.

                                            >What is wrong with you.

                                            "Shit, sorry Sunny."

                                            >"Nonny, Do you think I'd be prettier with bigger breasts?"

                                            >You're not sure how to answer.

                                            "You're...um."

                                            >Speaker of the year, you are.

                                            "You're pretty as you are."

                                            >That's probably the right thing to say.

                                            >"So you like my breasts small?"

                                            "Yes...?"

                                            >What the hell was he talking about now.

                                            >"Oh Nonny, you're the best."

                                            >He turned around and hugged you tightly.

                                            >Too close

                                            >Too close

                                            >Gotta hide the dick.

                                            >You lightly patted his back while shifting away.

                                            >With his head up against your chin you could smell the berry shampoo.

                                            >Your heart was starting to pound faster now.

                                            >The fuck is wrong with you, he's your brother or sister or something for gods sake.

                                            >You feel a tight pressure in the lower groinal area.

                                            >Why can't you control your damn dick.

                                            >Wait a second, that's inward pressure, and your dick is definitely angling to the left, not the right.

                                            >Something is poking you down there.

                                            >You look down at your brother and he looks up into your eyes.

                                            >"Nonny?"

                                            >"I need help with something else too."

                                            >And that was your cue to nope right the hell out of Dodge.

                                            >That was three days ago and it was weighing on your mind pretty heavily.

                                            >Your dick had to be wrong, it was all just a misunderstanding.

                                            >One, he was your brother.

                                            >Two, he was a boy.

                                            >Three, you lied. You loved women with huge tits.

                                            >At least one of those was an abomination unto Nuggan.

                                            >Although you also really like a nice set of childbearing hips which Sunny had managed to acquire from mom.

                                            >And he wasn't a girl anyway..

                                            >Nope

                                            >Killing that train of thought dead.

                                            >You were not even going to think about your brother's wide hips bouncing up and down on your dick.

                                            >Or his soft supple lips against yours.

                                            >Seeing his rock hard nipples outlined against the fabric of his tight shirt.

                                            >Damn it.

                                            >The last three days have been hell.

                                            >Also you're pretty sure that he's been trying to seduce you.

                                            >He's taken to going around without a bra and his shirt unbuttoned.

                                            >You can't exactly tell him to cover up, he's a boy too.

                                            >Nothing weird about seeing another boy's smooth hairless chest.

                                            >Occasionally catching an aside glance of a bare breast.

                                            >Damn it.

                                            >It was too much to bear, you needed some time alone but every time you tried he would barge in.

                                            >No erection was safe from Sunny's smiling face.

                                            >But this weekend he'd be going out to the film with those friends of his.

                                            >That would be his chance.

                                            >While Sunny had some time with his friends, you could have some time with your closest and reliable friend at the end of your hand.

                                            >After all, it was probably just pent up energy that was giving you these weird ideas.

                                            >You didn't really want to make love to Sunny.

                                            >Right?


                                            >The weekend has arrived and you are finally going to have the house to yourself.

                                            >It feels like weeks since you weren't standing at full flag with that little bastard running around undressed.

                                            >Your attempts at hiding this seemed to only spur Sunny on.

                                            >Right now, you were lying on the couch and waiting for Sunny to go to the movies or band practice or whatever it was sevenish girls did on a friday night.

                                            >Your forced interest in the television was interrupted by the chirrup of a cell phone.

                                            >You sat up and saw his phone was going off.

                                            >"That's mine."

                                            >He shouted from his room.

                                            >You rolled your eyes.

                                            >As if that needed to be said.

                                            >Sunny walked out into the main room and you pretended to still be watching tv.

                                            >He was wearing a long sweater that hid the short shorts he was wearing and made it look as if he was nearly naked beneath.

                                            >Your dick yearned for what lay underneath.

                                            "It's right there."

                                            >You pointed at the couch.

                                            >You were also pointing right at him but maybe he couldn't see that.

                                            >"Thanks Nonny."

                                            >He walked to the foot rest and bent over to pick up the phone.

                                            >His ass was pointing right back at you.

                                            >Oh, and you were wrong.

                                            >He was not 'nearly' naked beneath the the sweater.

                                            >It took all your power to keep the moan from escaping your lips.

                                            >Sunny stood up again and turned over to you.

                                            >"You're the best."

                                            >He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

                                            >You could see down his shirt and out the other side.

                                            >Any more like this and you were going to cross over to it.

                                            "Whatever."

                                            >He smiled at you and winked before strutting back to his room with phone in hand.

                                            >The little fucker was doing this on purpose.


                                            >Thirty minutes, an hour at most and then freedom.

                                            >God knows you'll probably end up painting the ceiling white after such saintly restraint.

                                            >The Pope should look up to you.

                                            >The minutes crawl by as you stare at the magic picture box without comprehending anything.

                                            >"Bye Nonny, I'll call you when I'm on my way home."

                                            >His voice startles you from your stupor.

                                            "Sure.  Have fun.  If you have a sleepover again, tell me first ok?"

                                            >"Yes daddy."

                                            >He had to be fucking with you.

                                            >The best you could manage was a grunt.

                                            >At least he was wearing normal clothes outside.

                                            >The door shuts behind him and the lock clicks into place.  Then the deadbolt thunks into place.

                                            >Your leg begins to twitch.

                                            >Patience, he could walk back inside.

                                            >Did he have a purse with him?

                                            >His phone?

                                            >This could all be a brilliant ploy to get you naked and then you'd be the idiot who fell for it.

                                            >He was probably walking down the drive now.

                                            >Wait, can any of his friends drive?

                                            >Fuck it, he’s gone far enough.

                                            >To the bedroom.

                                            >You strip in record time and toss everything into the corner.

                                            “Phone, play music.”

                                            >The speakers in your room crackled to life.

                                            >There would not be time for foreplay but damned if you weren’t going to set the mood anyway.

                                            >You look for the little remote to control the player but it's gone.

                                            “Damn it.”

                                            >With less than tender care, you start up your ‘special’ playlist, Groove.

                                            >Nothing but the sexiest ballads, jazz, whatever else tickled your dick.

                                            >You hit play and throw yourself onto the bed.

                                            >Just before you manage to touch anything of value, Dude Looks like a Lady starts to play.

                                            >That’s...not right.

                                            >You reach for the remote on the nightstand.

                                            >Fuck, it’s not there.

                                            >Right, you couldn’t find it before.

                                            >You stand up with your dick at attention and hit next manually.

                                            >Cherry Lips.

                                            >Next.

                                            >Lola.

                                            >Next.

                                            >King for a Day.

                                            >Next.

                                            >Sweet Transvestite.

                                            “For fuck’s sake.”

                                            >Some little bitch has been fiddling with your playlist and you’re 99% sure that little bitch has a dick.


                                            >Fuck it and fuck him.

                                            >If that’s the way he wants to play it then it’s time to go back to the old standby.

                                            >Shower and a little imagination.

                                            >You glance at the clothes you tossed aside before and then decide no.

                                            >Fuck clothes too.

                                            >You walk out into the hall and to the bathroom.

                                            >It’s still a bit warm from Sunny’s shower.

                                            >You can smell that perfume he wears sometimes.

                                            >There in the corner is the towel he must have used.

                                            >It probably smells like him.

                                            >No, none of that.

                                            >Your dick Your dick shall be sated by manly things like boobs and milfs and all that.

                                            >You kick the towel out of your line of sight but that only reveals the balled up blouse he wore to school today beneath it.

                                            >You do not need this temptation right now.

                                            >Why can’t he be cleaner?

                                            >You turn to the mirror and something on the door catches your eye.

                                            >The bra from earlier this week was hanging on the knob.

                                            >And panties were pinned to the rack.

                                            >This was another trap.

                                            >That devious little bastard.

                                            >You aren’t that easy though.

                                            >You’re a manly man with a man’s will.

                                            >You tear out of that bathroom like a demon is chasing you.

                                            “Lead us not into temptation, you little minx.”

                                            >You mutter right before you run straight into the minx himsef and you both tumble to the floor.

                                            >”Hi Anon, did you like my surprise?”

                                            “What, you’re not supposed to be here.”

                                            >”Did I interrupt something private, Nonny?”

                                            >You feel his hand slide across your thigh and are suddenly aware that you are naked and on top of your little brother.

                                            >Why can’t you get off?

                                            >Why couldn’t you have phrased that differently?

                                            >”I’ve been planning this for the longest time.”

                                            “Sunny, you should stop.”

                                            >His hand moves inward and caresses your shaft.

                                            >Your pulse skyrockets and your dick goes mad.

                                            >But you still have control.

                                            >Your mind, your will, is more powerful than any combination of dicks.

                                            >”You’re so predictable, it’s almost sad.”

                                            >You open your mouth to speak but he runs his fingers along your dick again and no words escape.

                                            >”Come on, don’t you want to feel magical?”

                                            “You’re my brother, we can’t do this.”

                                            >You don’t have the effort to get away from his soft caresses but you can protest.

                                            >Even if you want to start ramming him like a breeding stud, you can fight it.

                                            >”Is that all?”

                                            >He smiles and leans in.

                                            >”I’ve got a little secret to let you in on.”

                                            >You can almost taste his lips.

                                            >”I’m not your brother.”

                                            >Your mind kind of fizzles a bit but you quickly regain control before instinct catches up.

                                            “I don’t wanna hear that gender identity bullshit or whatever.”

                                            >”No, Nonny, I’m not your brother because I’m from another world.”

                                            >He’s an alien.>That explains everything.

                                            >That’s why he showed up out of the blue asking for help.

                                            >That’s why he didn’t want you to talk to your parents.

                                            >That’s why he suddenly started acting like a girl.

                                            >Aliens were absolutely ok.

                                            >If you were rational, you might have realized this was insane.

                                            >Unfortunately this was like the small pointy hammer that allowed instinct to brute force past all your glass wall of common sense.

                                            >You would not fuck your brother.

                                            >You could totally fuck an alien who looked like him.


                                            >All your self control was cast aside, who needed morality.

                                            >There was no issue with alien fucking.

                                            >Of course there was one thing in your way, his clothes.

                                            >You leaned over Sunny and held him down with one hand on his shoulder.

                                            >He looked up at you and you could see the intense need in his eyes.

                                            >You could almost taste the begging on his lips.

                                            >Your dick throbbed.

                                            >With your right hand, you tore his blouse down to reveal his smooth chest and perky nipples.

                                            >You needed those in your mouth.

                                            >You needed your cock inside him.

                                            >You needed it all.

                                            >His weight shifted around under him and a brief moment of surprise filtered through the sex haze.

                                            >Then you were on your back.

                                            >Pain in the back of your head cut through the fog.

                                            >”Damn it.”

                                            >Sunny was sitting on your stomach now.

                                            >He’d flipped you somehow.

                                            >”What the hell is wrong with you?”

                                            >He was examining the long tear you’d put through his shirt.

                                            >He looked pissed.

                                            “What are-”

                                            >”I go through all this trouble and you go and ruin it with your stupid dick brain.”

                                            “I don’t-”

                                            >He reached back and tugged on your dick.

                                            >”This, right here.”

                                            >He stopped, you didn’t want him to stop.

                                            >”You ruined my favorite shirt.”

                                            “Sunny, I-”

                                            >”Don’t you fucking Sunny me, Anon.”

                                            >He brought a fist down hard into your chest and stood up.

                                            >For Celestia’s sake, I just wanted a bit of dick tonight.”

                                            “Principal Celestia, I don’t understand.”

                                            >”Shut up, Anon.”

                                            >Your dick was not liking this turn out.

                                            >Your brain was not liking the confusion.

                                            >Unfortunately you didn’t know how to rectify this situation.

                                            >Fortunately you didn’t have to.

                                            >”Alright we’re going to try this again, no more games.”

                                            He turned away and walked to the door to your room.

                                            >”You obviously can’t control yourself so we’re going to change the script.”

                                            >Sunny pointed into your room.

                                            >”On the bed, dick up, while I get undressed, and I swear that if you aren’t ready before I am, you won’t cum for a year.”

                                            >What the hell was he talking about?

                                            >Didn’t matter, you could still have sex.

                                            >You scrambled to your feet and into your room.

                                            >It did nothing to improve the growing headache.

                                            >You looked at Sunny as he wiggled out of the tight jeans and kicked them away.

                                            >He took off the shirt and gave it one more look before he threw it aside too with a disgusted shake of his head.

                                            “Sunny, I’m sorry about the shirt.”

                                            >”Shut up, Anon, or I’ll shove these panties down your throat.”

                                            >You shut up.

                                            >”I’ve seen A Few Good Stallions, it doesn’t end well for you.”

                                            >That shut you up just out of confusion.

                                            >Rather than ask, you just watched Sunny kick away his panties.

                                            >God he had the ass any woman would be proud of.

                                            >When he bent over to dig a few things from his purse, you didn’t bother to stifle your longing moan.

                                            >He shook his ass at you a little before he stood back up.

                                            >When he turned around, he was holding a tube of something and a remote.

                                            >He sauntered over to you and hit a few buttons on the remote and the sound of saxophones filled the room.

                                            >The fucker stole your remote.

                                            >You glare at him as he tosses your remote away.

                                            >”Don’t pout at me, Anon, you had your chance.”

                                            >He doesn’t get it.

                                            >A man’s room is his castle.

                                            >You can’t just go rooting around in it even if you do suck off the temple.

                                            >That metaphor might have gotten a bit confused.

                                            >Sunny clambors over you and straddles your thighs.

                                            >Your dick rises like a monolith against the pale skies of his belly.

                                            >”I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages.”

                                            >Sunny holds the tube and drizzles cool lube over your monolith.

                                            >He sets the lube aside and begins running his hands along the sides until the extended metaphor glistens in the light and throbs with each gentle caress.

                                            >You lean your head back and bite back a moan.

                                            >You could feel every little thing down there as if you had become hypersensitive.

                                            >Sunny slid forward and you felt as your dick met his and more.

                                            “Fuck.”

                                            >You mutter, you are totally gay.

                                            >”Show some patience.”

                                            >You look up as he starts to shift himself up and over your dick.

                                            >You reach for your dick to help adjust but he just slaps your hand away.

                                            >”None of that, I’m in charge.”

                                            >He takes hold of your unwavering rod and gently lowers himself down on it.

                                            >Fuck, he’s tight.

                                            >After a few heartbeats, he takes the head into him with an intake of breath.

                                            >He takes a few quick breaths through his nose and closes his eyes as he lowers himself further.

                                            >About halfway down he stops and it’s all you can do not to just shove yourself all the way in.

                                            >”Oh, I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

                                            >Ha.

                                            >He starts rising up to the head again and knocks the bottle of lube at your with a hand.

                                            >”Add more, you want it deeper add some more.”

                                            >Yes Commissar.

                                            >That vice like grip his ass has on your dick is driving you insane.

                                            >You scramble to grab the lube and pour it all over your hands.

                                            >Then you apply it liberally to the visible parts of your dick.

                                            “Done.”

                                            >Your voice sounds gravelly as every part of you fills with the need to release.

                                            >But you can’t just fuck him.

                                            >Alien or not, he’s like your brother.

                                            >And he might not let you do it again.

                                            >He lowers himself down again slowly.

                                            >So slowly.

                                            >Then finally he’s done.

                                            >He grins at you, his forehead glistens with a tiny bit of sweat.

                                            >That’s it, he’s won.

                                            >Sunny beat you.

                                            >Your dick is buried to the hilt in his ass and he’s the winner.

                                            >But you want to win too.

                                            >You reach out and grab his hair and lightly pull.

                                            >”Anon…”

                                            >You ignore him and lift up for a kiss.

                                            >He obliges you and that’s when you strike.

                                            >Sunny squeals as your roll over.

                                            >You let go of his hair and reach down to lift his legs up.

                                            >Here’s hoping he’s acclimated to dick.

                                            >You slowly slide your cock out from inside and then back in.

                                            >Each moment is torture but he moans like it’s bliss.

                                            >You want to go harder and faster.

                                            >You want to fuck until you paint him white on the inside.

                                            >”Nonny!”

                                            >He’s crying out to you.

                                            >If he keeps begging like that you’re really going to make him regret it.

                                            >You have to keep the ocean rocking, in and out, in and out.

                                            >He won’t stop moaning.

                                            >You’ve never been this hard but you can’t cum.

                                            >It’s just not enough.

                                            >In, out, in, out, in, out.

                                            >He just keeps moaning and gripping your pillow.

                                            >If you don’t cum soon, your balls are going to pop.

                                            >Desperate times call for sexy measures.

                                            >You reach down and let your fingers trace across his nipples.

                                            >He lets out a little scream of surprise.

                                            >You nearly scream in pain.

                                            >That made him tighten up like an eagle claw on a baby bunny.

                                            >He raises his hands and covers his chest.

                                            >”N-Nonny, I’m sensitive there.”

                                            >Like you were going to do that again ever.

                                            “Sure bunny-I mean baby-I mean...fuck it.”

                                            >You just stick it in again.

                                            >Nipples are out while you’re in, that’s settled.

                                            >You continue thrusting and look down.

                                            >There it is, your salvation.

                                            >His dick is practically spraying with each inward thrust.

                                            >The bitch is trying to hold it in.

                                            >Probably wants to cum at the same time as you or something gay like that.

                                            >Not happening today.

                                            >You reach down and take it into your hands and give it a few rough tugs.

                                            >He squeezes down harder and moans but that isn’t going to stop you now.

                                            >Then with a loud cry, he sprays cum all over his chest.

                                            >You pull out almost immediately and, in a few tugs of your own, you’re cum explodes outwards in unthinkable amounts.

                                            >You might as well be in a porno.

                                            >It gets all over his face and in his hair.

                                            > God, he’s the sexiest girl you’ve ever given a facial to.