Date: Sun, 21 May 2023 09:05:45 +0000 From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" Subject: No denying Curtis No denying Curtis This story revolves around incestuous sex between two brothers. Despite reluctance and persuasion, the acts are consensual and both participants are over the age of consent. Remember to contribute to help Nifty through the long, dark winters: https://donate.nifty.org/ *** I am woken by my bedroom door opening, the soft slapping of bare feet on the wooden floor. Huge bare feet if they are those of the person I suspect. The duvet is folded back and Curtis slides into my bed behind me. "Hayden?" "Hmm?" His hand finds my belly, so that he can pull me into him – spooning my back with his front, I can feel his long rigid manhood pressed between our bodies. "Are you awake?" "... well, I am now ..." He has never shown an interest in me before, but the last few days he's been ... oppressive. Curtis is between girlfriends at the moment ... Curtis probably hasn't had the opportunity to empty his balls for a month, he is horny, and it sees that he has decided that I am his best chance of getting off any time soon. "Do you want to lie together for a bit?" "Not really ..." "Oh, come on!" He tightens his grip on my trunk, grinds his erection into the small of my back. `This is what is on offer' is the message. I won't deny that it is tempting, because my brother is handsome, tall, athletic, ... and hung. A long cock, but not so fat that it will be too painful – a cock perfectly sized for sliding in deep and fast ... repeatedly and violently ... until I wake the entire neighbourhood with my screams of arousal. "Just a little brotherly affection ... a cuddle ... perhaps a bit more than that if we are in the mood ..." "I don't want to, Curtis." "Don't tell me that you don't like that sort of thing." His voice has taken on a harsh edge. "The whole school knows about you ... Hayden the insatiable ... Hayden the school slut!" "But not with you ..." "Not with me, but with your whole soccer team, that is what I heard ... all 14 of them lining up in the showers to fuck you and leave a pool of jizz in your gut! ... Or did the coaches really get to join in too, as some people claim, and it was in fact 17 loads?" "None of that is true!" It was only a few of my teammates, and it happened in the – at that moment unused – girls' changing room, where the rest would not witness me getting fucked at both ends. My older brother slides his hand into my pyjama bottoms, runs his fingers down my crack until he finds my button, threatening an invasion. "So your soccer friends didn't stick their big cocks down here?" "..." He drives his middle finger into me to the knuckle. "Well?" "Not all of them ..." He laughs coarsely, "the voice of a true cock whore ... if he wasn't fucked by 15 fat tools, it didn't count. And the story about you and Karim Mazur, that he takes you behind the bike shed every afternoon, not true either?" Karim is kind and gorgeous, and gay, like me. At least he treats me with love and respect when we have sex ... unlike most of the others. "... not every afternoon ..." His index finger is forced into me too, and they instantly poke that special place, the one that makes anal sex so wonderful and exciting. I doubt Curtis knows what he just did, but it makes me arch my back and groan as my arse clenches around his fingers. "My little brother, the school whore! He has been fucked by pretty much every male pupil in the school ... but I am not good enough for him. What about the teachers, Hayden? Do the teachers get to join in the fun too?" My silence seems to tell him enough. Perhaps I should have tried to lie, although I don't think I'd have got away with that either. "Bloody hell! Which ones?" His fingers are really working my backside hard now, assaulting my prostate time and again, driven in so deep that half Curtis's hand seems to stretch my ring. "Richards ... and Davies ..." I offer up, who at least are young and handsome, and so will count as some sort of conquest, I hope. I won't tell him about being ravaged by Mr Villiers, who is old and fat, but who has the most magnificently enormous manhood. "So little Hayden gets fucked on a daily basis by most of the pupils and half the teaching staff," Curtis exaggerates, "but not by me. Why not me?" "You're my brother!" I point out the obvious. "I cannot have sex with my own brother!" "Half-brother ..." he objects. "You're the bastard offspring of Mum's dancing teacher, remember? We're so different we are barely related at all!" It could hardly be more stereotypical: Tall, virile, straight Curtis is the product of Mum's marriage to a Royal Marines officer ... Slender, gay me comes from the loins of a camp Salsa dancer ... except that my father is rumoured to have about a dozen extra-marital children, so I obviously didn't inherit my sexuality from him. Curtis has pulled down my bottoms and manhandled his erect monster manhood between my thighs. It is long enough to stick out in front of me, lying alongside my own cock – smaller but no less hard. If he drives that thing up my bum, he will probably exit through my mouth! "You want it, Hayden! Just admit it ..." He takes my hand and slides my fingers along his shaft. I can feel the blood still trying to cram in, pulsing with life. It is so big and hard, so hot and arousing! I do want it, but I don't want to be fucked by my own brother. It is wrong! "I am not going away until I have emptied my balls inside you, Bro!" Curtis whispers threateningly. "By force if necessary!" His arm around my waist holds me tighter than ever, his fingers are as far up my backside as they can go, his cock still lies between my thighs. I wrap my hand around his shaft and imagine what it would feel like if that thing was stretching my gut, rather than my fingers. "Okay ..." I sigh reluctantly. That one word is enough for my brother, who pushes me over onto my front, yanks my pyjama bottoms away fully, and positions himself between my legs. "No longer playing hard-to-get, are you? Your real slutty personality is coming out – unable to refuse my horse cock." My legs are forced so wide, I fear my hips will dislocate, while my brother pushes one of my pillows under my hips. His glans, squeezed between my cheeks, feels huge, absolutely enormous, rock-hard ... desirable. In a few seconds that hard mass of my brother's meat will be halfway up my belly. "Prepare to suffer, whore!" A moment later he hammers it home, and only me biting the other pillow stops me screaming at the searing pain as he rips my arse to shreds. "Slowly, please," I groan. "Jesus, give me a moment." Curtis continues to thrust, though, trying to ram his way straight through my gut wall, swearing when he cannot get more than half his cock into my arse. He's never fucked a guy before, I know from his clumsy attempts to force his way in. "To the left a bit," I whisper loudly. "Fuck, Curtis, to the left, or you'll kill me." His next drive finds the entrance to my gut, and a moment later he is up to his balls inside me. He slaps my arse hard. "God! That feels so good!" He grinds his hips against my cheeks to get every fraction of an inch of his cock into my belly. "I've never been this far inside Cassie! You're so fucking hot inside, whore. Hot and fucking tight!" He's right, it does feel good. I didn't want my brother to fuck me, but his monster cock in my belly is filling me deeper than I have ever felt before, and the stretch of my gut around his perfectly-sized shaft feels amazing! Curtis pulls out halfway and rams it home again, forcing me to groan and him to swear. "You like that, slut-whore? You do, don't you?" Another thrust, and another ... each a little longer and a little harder, until just his head remains inside my ring before he rams the entire length of his manhood into me violently. It doesn't hurt anymore – well, not much – now that he has found the right route, now that my arse has relaxed around his shaft. I like getting fucked! I like getting fucked a lot! And this is one of the best fucks I have had in my brief, but intensive, sexual career. "That is it, slut. Spread those thighs, like the dirty little whore you are." He's right, I am a cock-hound. I have started to meet his motions, started to arch my back and flex my hips to open up, to give him access. I want him deeper still. I want to feel his head crash into my midriff, want to feel it push up my throat and fill my mouth from the inside. I wish his cock was 3 feet long, rather than 1, because I cannot possibly have enough of it in my belly. It is hard to breathe through the arousal. Curtis is in no better state, because his insults sound hoarse, and his movements are ragged. Those high-pitched moans with every lunge are coming from my own mouth, I realise. "Prepare for the biggest load of your life, bitch!" The next thrusts are so ferocious that I fear he might rip my gut right off my arse, but painful as they are, they feel fabulous. Curtis groans something unintelligible as his testicles violently evacuate themselves as deep as possible inside my bowels. His cum, despite feeling searing hot, is like a balm to soothe my battered body. Fifteen seconds of filling me up and half-a-minute to regain his composure, before Curtis pulls his rapidly wilting monster from me and wipes it on my pyjamas. "That was the best hole I've ever felt, slut." Another slap of my arse. "I'll be back for more tomorrow night ... I expect you to be waiting for me, naked and eager ..." I turn my back towards him, unsure what to do. I don't want my brother to fuck me ... ... but I've never had better sex. THE END