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Jason Smith is your average American teenage boy at seventeen years old.
Always thinking about sex when he wasn't hanging out with friends, jerking his meat when he could, the works. Although Jason looked average in every sense of the word with brown eyes, hair, with fair skin, stood at 5'11" and with a lengthy dick which measured at 8 inches. What made Jason different from other guys was an unhealthy mind that was set on impregnating his little brother, Spencer.
Spencer Smith could be mistaken for his older brother if they were closer in age. Although they were completely blood related, Spencer had a more innocent, feminine air about him. While Jason could be more brass and 'out-there', Spencer was more reserved and gentle. With the same brown hair and eyes as Jason, Spencer wore his hair a little longer while Jason kept his short on the sides. Regardless of the slight differences, both boys knew what looked good on them, and kept themselves in great physical shape.
* * *
I lazily stroked my dick through my jeans as I laid on the top bunk of mine and Spencer's bunkbeds. Besides the chatter of the bugs from the open window, the room was quiet. It was a lazy afternoon with not much else to do besides waste away on the couch or play video games. Today wasn't much different as I decided to spend some time in my room. Well, it's actually not just 'my' room. Spencer sleeps on the bottom bunk, but we both have out own dressers and share the closet. While my family does live in a decent sized house, with enough bedrooms for the four of us, Spencer always preferred to bunk with me. A quick glance around the room could tell anyone that this room is shared by two.
Spencer is my little brother and was born five years after I was. He's the light of my world, the breath in my lungs, my sweet little angel. I fell in love the first time I saw and carried him in my arms that day in the hospital. Watching over Spence, since our parents aren't really involved in our lives, has been the most mesmerizing thing in my entire life. So even when we're left alone, which is pretty much all of the time, at least I'm usually with the most beautiful boy in the world.
As I continue scrolling through the news feed on my phone, a picture of two small boys comes up, nude and kissing. I pause, but ultimately brush it off since it's about the latest bill amendment that now allows kids to marry each other. The kid models they used are good-looking, but they have nothing on Spencer and the sweet smiles he gives. I'm just about to keep scrolling when an idea pops into my head.
Since most of my friends have left our small town since the summer holidays started, I won't be too busy besides my part-time job. And since Spencer is, kind of, in the same situation, I feel like now would be a good time to put a plan in motion.
It's more of a desire than a plan, but it makes my dick twitch just thinking about it. And that plan, is to impregnate Spencer and start a family with him.
Just the thought of my little brother, swelling up with my kid, makes my dick constrain in my jeans. Imagining us tangled into each other, my dick lodged inside him, makes me so unbelievably hard that it starts to hurt. So for the next few days, I've been especially nice to Spencer, who just smiled wider and thanked me a lot more often. It wasn't hard to win my kid-brother over, not just with a few presents and compliments, but with an attitude that wasn't forced or overplayed. I've been saying 'I love you' to him a lot, which never fails to make him blush. I've also been viewing him a little differently, not just with my perverse mind, but through the beauty that was all his doing.
I love how his face is a little more rounded than mine, and how his body still has a little bit of baby fat, even at twelve years old. I find that I'm always listening in to his voice whenever he says something and how his laugh brightens up the room. I love the way he gets all pouty when he compares his body to mine; how I'm more taller and muscular compared to his slim and shorter figure. I also like how his love of baked sweets has given him a grabbable ass.
I suppose you could say that I've always been a little more than 'brotherly' affectionate with Spencer than with anyone else. Most brothers don't want to hold each other tenderly and then undress each other. But with Spencer and myself, it just...natural. Ever since he was born, I always gave him hugs and kisses to show him I was proud or happy. And he's never turned down a kiss.
Lately though, I've been trying to put in a little more 'love' into what we do together. Like hugging Spence for a few seconds longer, kissing him on the cheek more often and it only escalated up from there.
I once pulled our bodies really close together when we hugged. As he pushed his head into my chest, I threaded my fingers through his soft hair. Once, I slid my hands up and down his back without a single question from him. The day after, I placed my hands down his back to rest above his sweet little ass during another hug. Spencer didn't say anything, but the brushing of his groin against my leg sure did.
He was having 'those' kinds of thoughts. And thank god he was.
Now that I knew he was opening up to the idea of sex, I needed to coax him a little more. So for all of last week, I tested the waters in getting sexual with my little brother. All he needed, was a bit of 'know-how' and someone to guide him through.
"Jay, why are you in my bed?" Spence asked while we were getting ready for bed, one night.
"I've been hitting the ceiling and wall in my sleep." I knew it was a weak lie, but I needed something.
"Guess I'm just gettin' too big for the top bunk." I lean against the metal from of our beds as I eye him up and down, biting my lip. I also had my jeans undone and crotch on display since it was a scorcher, today.
"So...could I sleep with you?" I did my best puppy-dog eyes and knew, by the pause in his response, that I had him.
"I guess." Spencer said as he walked into our connected bathroom to change. Once he opened the door and stepped out, wearing some plaid pajama bottoms and yellow t-shirt, I scooted over on his bed and opened up the covers.
But then, he tried climbing onto the ladder to the top bunk.
"Wait, come here." Spence looked at me, confused, but let me guide him to the spot next to me without complaint. I like to sleep in sweats and a t-shirt, much like Spence. But in time, I hope that Spencer and I would be sleeping in the nude from then on. And in the same bed.
When Spencer got himself comfortable with his back to me, I laid the blanket over us and snuggled up to his body with mine pressed against his. Spence's young, lithe, body felt like it was about to start growing through the awkward stage, soon.
"Jason?" He whispered while I encircled his fragile frame with my toned arms. I rested one hand over his stomach and one on his chest, over his heart.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you being so nice?" Spence's question caught me off-guard, so I just spoke what was on my mind.
"Why can't a big brother be nice to his little brother?" I asked instead.
There was a pause, before Spencer answered. "Because all my friends have big brothers that don't really like them. And my friends really don't like their brothers either. So...."
"So why am I being so nice." I finished for him, to which Spence nodded. With this, I pulled Spencer over so that he was on his back and that I could lean, halfway over him. I then put one arm under the pillow that was supporting his head and the other on Spence's waist. Focusing my eyes on his, even in the dark, I gave him my answer.
"Because I love you." I said with all the seriousness I could muster. I knew I said this a lot, but for Spence, it was like he was hearing it for the first time. But, when I said it this time, all serious-like, it only seemed to make Spence turn his head and not look at me.
I can't be too sure, but I'm pretty sure I saw his eyes become all glassy; almost as if he was about to cry.
"Spencer I've loved you since the day you were born." I confessed as I turned his head to look at me again. And now that I had his attention again, it was time to up the mush factor.
"When I saw this beautiful face, I knew I had to protect it, whatever the cost."
"Stop it." Spence weakly smiled as he tried to turn his head away again, but I pulled him towards me again.
"I'm dead serious, Spencer." I used his full name, so that he knew I was serious. "I love you so much it hurts." Now he looks like he's about to cry again.
"You are my little brother, my little cheerleader....my rock. No other person in this world means as much as you do, to me. I love you, Spencer Smith, so don't you forget it." And just for good measure, I kissed him on the head and squashed him in a hug that threatened to give me a boner.
But with a deep sigh and his hands on my back, I got a boner, anyway.
* * *
The night after my confession to Spencer, we slept together in the same bed after that, and he never reached for the top bunk again. Now that Spencer and I sleep together, I've started a habit of placing my hand over his lower abdomen; patiently waiting for the right moment I could get Spencer in bed and fuck him long and hard.
Tonight, I'm going to try my first crack at seducing my little brother.
Our parents were out on a date night, which meant that Spence and I had the place to ourselves until tomorrow. So for the last few hours, I've been cleaning up the place, spraying down the couches with something sweet-smelling and whipping up a bowl of popcorn.
I know that Spencer is a sucker for romantic films, so I searched for just that on Netflix and chose the first one that I saw. Once I knew Spence was coming around to inspect the smell of popcorn, I knew that I would be getting some, tonight.
"Did you make popcorn?" He asked with a kittenish tilt of his head, a thing he does to seem cuter when he wants something. And lo and behold it works, every damn time.
"Yep, I was just going to watch a movie, you wanna join?" Spencer's eyes lit up like Christmas and nodded quickly. After he made himself comfortable on the couch, I pulled up a throw blanket and wrapped up the both of us.
"What're we watching?"
The title of 'The Notebook' came up, answering Spencer's question. A few minutes into the first scene I put an arm around Spencer's shoulders. This made him snuggle closer into my side and with that, we dived into the movie.
* * *
About halfway into the film, Spencer and I had adjusted ourselves so that Spence was laying with his back against my front. In this position, it was really hard to keep myself from popping a boner and taking my brother right on the couch.
I probably could, but if Spence was a screamer, like I hope he was, we might cause our non-existent neighbors call the cops.
Spencer was totally engrossed in the movie, while I, on the other hand, had started to let my hands travel all over his body. It took me a second to realize I was doing this, but when I did, I turned it up; hoping to steer the evening where I wanted. I slowly rested my wandering hands just under the waistband of Spencer's sweats and felt his breathing hitch.
"She's got nothing on you." I whispered into Spence's ear before kissing the side of his face.
"Thanks." It was barely a whisper, but I heard it, even as Spencer leaned his head back and rested his head next to mine. And I could feel it, the hesitation of him leaning in to kiss me on the mouth.
Here it was, the final stand of his resistance that told him not to be doing these kinds of things with his brother. But I didn't give him time to consider, I slotted my lips against his and held his chin tenderly with my right hand.
It was amazing.
Spencer had the softest lips, I've ever kissed (even if he's the only person I've ever kissed) and the sounds he made were incredible. He made these tiny little squeaks, like a mouse, but soon let out this hum of content and relaxed. As we brushed out lips together, I turned it up a little more so that we were full on making out. Spencer was obviously new to this, but the kid was a quick learner.
As I moved my head lightly to the side, he did the same so that we had better access to each others mouths.
I moaned a bit when he slipped his tongue out and pushed into my mouth with a new eagerness I didn't think he had. But now that he did, the little tease was putting both hands behind my head and pulling us closer together. Challenge accepted.
I pulled the blanket off us once I felt we were getting a bit too hot, and placed my hands on his hips. Now that he had better access, Spencer pulled himself up, without breaking our kiss, to straddle my waist and continue to lay siege on my mouth.
"Jason." Spencer groaned into our kiss when I brushed our crotches together. My clothed erection needed to breed badly, and it knew my brother was ripe for the picking. So my next move, was to pick him up and carry him to our room.
Once in our room, I gently laid Spencer down on the sheets of our bed, still without breaking the kiss, and crawled on top of him.
"Jason I-"
"Shh." I cut him off, not wanting this to end right here.
"Just let it happen." I said as I attacked his neck.
Most of our friends were gone for summer break, mom and dad wouldn't care to ask and we live in such a small town, barely anyone would notice a twelve-year-old's neck being all marked up. So I nipped, sucked and bit into little Spencer's fair skin and marked him as mine.
"Jason..." There it was again, but I knew that I couldn't go farther than this.
"What?" My tone came out a little frustrated, but Spencer's body just had the affect on me.
"It's just....you do know that I, that I can carry-"
"Yeah," I whispered into his ear, earning a shiver from him, "that's why I'm doing this."
I heard the breath catch in Spencer's throat, but had a line to settle his worries, memorized, rehearsed and ready to convince.
"I want this," I said while placing a hand on his flat stomach, "to grow with my kid."
Spencer's eyes widened at the thought, but I felt his dick twitch along with it.
"I wanna knock you up with our own kid, Spence. I'm ready for fatherhood, but I want you as my wife." Spence didn't say anything, but his expression did calm down somewhat.
"Just think, how hot you'll look, all pregged up with your own brother's baby growing inside you." Spencer didn't give anything away, so I continued. "And it isn't going to be just the one, I want a big family. Put as many babies inside you as we can."
I cupped Spencer's bulge with one hand while I held myself up with the other, still staring down Spencer who kept his poker-face; until I started rubbing the outside on his bulge.
"As my wife, I promise you the best life a husband could give. But first, I gotta know what you say to all that." I could feel the sexual air disappear as a long silence went by and still, Spencer didn't say anything. Just as I accepted rejection and got up to get off Spence, the bastard pulled me back down and kissed me, deeply.
"Yes, Jason, I'll carry your-our kids." Spence smiled as he leaned in to kiss me again. "And be your wife." He giggled, actually fucking giggled while I thought my life was over.
"You little ass." I scolded him playfully, kissing the daylights out of him as we fell back into the bed.
"You ready?" I asked as the musk of our kissing got us in the mood again. Spencer nodded and trailed his hands down the front of my torso. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I grabbed the hem of Spence's light blue t-shirt and pulled over his head in one swift motion. What I saw was better than all the porn in the world.
Laying half-naked in front of me was my little brother and his pert, pink nipples and smooth skin. I took my time kissing every inch of his skin while I palmed my dick through the pants I had on. But soon I had my clothes off, as Spence watched me strip in front of him.
Maybe he was always just spying on my body when he got jealous. I kept myself in shape through playing various sports and spending an hour or two in the local gym. So my body is well defined and starting to bulge with muscles.
"Damn." Spencer breathed as I crawled back on top of him, brushing my briefs-covered dick against his shorts-covered one.
"Jason, please..."
"Please what?" I asked, knowing full-well what he wanted.
"F-fuck me." Spence stuttered like a girl with a crush. I could only obey.
As I slowly unzipped Spencer's shorts and pulled them down, I kept my eyes on Spence's the entire time; letting him know that I wanted his first time to be special. This is my first time too, but it always felt more so with the bottom. I kept my smirk in check when I saw the printed animal boy-briefs my little brother wore, after I pulled down his shorts. In all honesty, it was kinda cute, but it was a different story when those came off too.
Now I like to keep my pubes shaven and smooth, it helps keeps the bad smell away. But Spencer didn't have any pubes, even for a twelve years old.
My little brother must be a late bloomer to have a hairless pubic mound, yet a steadily grown dick. The sight of him turns me on badly, and what's even a greater bonus is his hairless pink cherry.
When I looked up to meet Spencer's expression, he was looking away with a pink face and pained expression. But knowing the pressures of teen-hood, I kissed his worries away as I tugged on his dick a few times. Spence grabbed onto my jerking arm while I worked him close to orgasm. Tonight, I wanted to absolutely ruin him.
"Baby, this next part is gonna hurt a bit, but trust me, it'll get better." I learned how to prep a bottom from a few videos online, but I had yet to see how well this did in real life. I just hoped it didn't hurt too badly for Spence.
Getting off of the bed for a second, I hunched over the end table next to our bunk beds and dug around inside for a little bottle of lube a bough a while back. I always knew that I wanted to fuck my little brother senseless since puberty, but I didn't think it would require a fake ID to buy lube. But luckily, I managed to figure something out, and now, I was about to impregnate Spencer; my underage little brother.
"Now, if it gets to be to much, just let me know, alright?"
"Okay, I love you." Spencer said as I popped the cap open.
"I love you." I set to work opening up Spencer, just like I saw in the video. Using on finger and working it in slowly. Spencer asked me to stop a few times, but gradually got used to it and gave me a nod to continue. Once I was up to three fingers and sucking his dick, I stopped and pulled away.
Spencer whimpered at the loss of contact, making me smirk at my silly little brother.
"This is it, Spence. No going back." I said as I lined my cock up with Spencer's hole. But all he did was circle his arms around my neck and kiss me.
I pushed in gently, worried that I might cause bleeding like I read in stories. But all that happened was my dick sinking into Spencer's hot ass and the occasional groan from my brother.
"Oh, that feels good." Spence said while his face contorted into an expression of pleasure and pain. His back arched as I angled my dick to slid in at an upward thrust. Must have hit his prostate.
"Oh fuck, Jason. That spot, that spot." Spence moaned while I thrusted in and out of him slowly. I watched Spencer's face change into one that was flat out pleasure and impatience. His point was made when he wrapped his legs around my waist and started fucking his hips into mine.
"Jesus, Spence, slow down." I chided weakly as Spencer's hot-velvet hot ate my dick again and again.
"But I wasn't Jay, I want a baby. Your baby." Holy fucking shit, this kids is crazy.
"Impregnate me, Jason. I want it, I want your baby. Please, just please, fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Spencer saying all these dirty words really got me riled up, so I started thrusting faster.
"Yeah ya like that?" I said through gritted teeth as my hips slapped against his.
"I love it. Oh FUCK!" Spencer cried as I hit that special spot again. And once I found it, my dickhead beat the fuck out of it.
"OH MY GOD, JASON! YES, YES, YES!" I had my brother on the ropes now. He was close and so was I.
"Come for me baby, mix your juice with mine and start our family." That did it for both of us.
"JASON!!!" Spencer screamed in a high pitch as I thrusted into him one last time, and unloaded two weeks worth of cum into my little brother. The feeling came from my balls, shot up and through my dick like lightening, and finally invaded Spencer's anus in steaming hot buckets of cum, meant to fertilize his insides. It felt like I came for hours on end as Spence and I hugged each other close, almost like we were trying to become one person. When I felt the last of my baby-batter leave me, my body fully relaxed onto Spencer's and we laid there for a long time.
At first, I thought he fell asleep, but when I felt his kisses on the top of my head, I looked up and caught his lips.
"That was fucking amazing." He cussed as he pushed my sweaty hair back. I did the same with his hair and soon enough, we were laughing. I don't know why, but we were.
I never thought things could end up so well.
I just fucked my brother and 99% positive I got him knock up, with my baby.
I just lost my virginity to the love of my life.
And hopefully, I have a kid in nine month. Life couldn't be more perfect.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that!