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Subject: {ASSM} Incest Tales 5b: Ahmad and His Brother 2 (Mt,Mb,Mtb,oral,anal,incest,pedo)
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INCEST TALES 5b
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 2

by DannyR
Copyright 2005.  All rights reserved.

Story Codes:  M/t, M/b, M/t/b, b/b, oral, anal, incest, pedo


DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.
Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of
the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and
quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties
the law allows.  Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not,
read on.


AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 2


Hey, you!  Yeah, I mean you.  The guy staring at the computer screen,
one hand on the mouse, the other hand on your dick.  If you haven't
read the earlier stuff, so you know who's who, too fucking bad.  I
don't have the time to get you up to speed.

Okay, okay, stop whining.  I'm 14, 5' 11", 175, and a fuckin' bully
with 8 inches of fat meat.  Got the pic?

Now can I get on with the good stuff?


So anyway, getting Sam, the nerd, was fucking easy...or rather, easy
fucking.

I don't believe in fancy plots, mainly 'cause I can't think of 'em.
Besides, bullies don't need to plan, they just take what they want.
And I wanted Sam's teen ass pussy. Well, not really, but I figured I
might as well enjoy it if I had to use it to get what I
wanted...transportation. He was a sophomore, I was still in junior
high, so it wasn't gonna be easy to get to him during the day. But I'd
seen him at the mall a couple of times on Saturdays, so I figured
that's where I'd nail him, or at least start the nailing process.

The next Saturday morning, Dad was just sliding his cock into Rick's
asshole when I opened the door from the bathroom into Rick's room.

What?  Jesus, man, you are such a fucking wuss.  Rick is my brother.
He's eight.  He's got a six-inch dick 'cause my family develops early.
And don't give me that players 'n scorecard shit just 'cause you're
too fucking lazy to go read the before stuff.  Okay, okay, dad's dock
is nine plus inches and thicker than mine.  You satisfied now?  You
gonna shut the fuck up and read and jerk, y'jerk?

My cock was instantly hard, but I knew if I joined in I'd have to wait
another week, and I was hoping I'd get lucky and get some
transportation set up today. So I told Dad there was some skinny white
ass I felt like fucking if that was okay with him. He just grunted as
he shoved more of his thick meat up Rick's own tiny butt. Dad had
fucked Rick only once after our fun and games with Neil, so the kid
wasn't used to all that prick; he was still having a bit of difficulty
with mine. What a fucking turn on hearing your little brother whimper
and squirm while your dad's prick is shoving its way into his tiny
hole.

I couldn't resist. Asking for Dad's okay with a glance, I reached
down, and felt up my Dad, right where his wide meat was stretching
Rick's little butt. Dad squeezed the bulge in my crotch, reached
around to press a thick finger against the faded jeans I was wearing,
pushing it into my hole. But I had my own ass cunt to find. I smiled
at Dad, and left.

I was in luck. Sam was already there. I watched him for a while,
noticing how he kept trying to join groups of guys from school, but
pretty soon they wandered away, leaving him alone. Shit, the stupid
prick couldn't even get girls to talk to him. One other thing I
noticed, he sure seemed to have to go to the john an awful lot, and he
wasn't drinking a hell of lot to make him have to piss that much. On
his third or fourth trip to the john, after making sure no one I knew
from school was around, I followed him in. He was standing at one of
the urinals, kind of pressed up against it, his right hand holding his
prick.

I took the urinal next to him, ignoring the kind of surprised look on
his face as he recognized me. Standing a little back, I unzipped,
plopped out my half-hard meat, stroked it a little, started pissing,
my thumb massaging the top of my cock. He looked at my prick out of
the corner of his eyes, and when I kept right on kinda playin' with
myself, he backed his hips up a little so his hard thin cock was
visible. I pretended to suddenly be aware of what he was doing.

"What the fuck!"  I glared at him. "You some kinda faggot beatin' your
meat while lookin' at me, Sam?"

He gulped, started trying to fumble his hardon back in his pants and
get the hell outa there. He didn't have any luck, 'cause I grabbed his
right arm with my left hand. I cut off the flow of piss, turned to
face him.

"Yeah, you *are* a fuckin' faggot, ain't ya, Sam?"  I shook his arm,
squeezed it kinda hard. He looked scared and desperate, 'cause I look
like a mean motherfucker when I'm mad, and I outweighed him by about
forty, fifty pounds. "Ya know what, Sam, I'm kinda glad you are 'cause
I wanta cum, and your mouth'll be a fuckin' lot better than beatin' my
meat."

I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him down to his knees, fast
and hard, too surprised to resist. He was face to prick in no time. He
licked his lips, looking frightened. Only not of sucking dick.
"Wh...what if someone comes in?"  He glanced nervously toward the
door. We weren't in sight if someone walked in, but past one wall and
there we were...eight or nine urinals, a bunch of stalls...and me with
a skinny white boy on his knees in front of my meat...and then with
his mouth on it. I grabbed Sam's head with my left hand, held my prick
to his mouth with my right, and pushed.

"Then I guess ya better make it fast, fag. I'm not the one suckin'
young teen cock. Probably arrest *you* for makin' me a delinquent or
something."

He just opened his mouth, though, as soon as he felt my oozing
cockhead on it...and fuckin' swallowed me down. His nose was buried in
my pubes and his tongue was working my cock like crazy. Goddamn but
blowjobs were good!  And he was even better at it than Neil or Rick.
Of course, they were doin' it because they didn't have much choice,
but seems Sam here was really liking it. I put my hands on the side of
his head and pulled his mouth slowly off my meat. He reached up, kinda
fumbled with his glasses and managed to get 'em off and tuck 'em into
his jacket. Good thinking. Don't want anything gettin' in the way of
my gettin' off real good.

For all my smart comments, I really didn't want to get my ass busted
and hauled down to wherever it is they take fucked-up juveniles. So I
started fucking his face good and hard, holding his head steady. He
fought just a little, 'n then all of a sudden it was kinda like air
goin' out of a balloon, 'cause his whole body went limp. Except for
his thin meat. That was standing up hard and bright red, stickin' out
of his pants. He was usin' his left hand to hold onto my leg for
balance, but when he moved his right down to his dick, I told him to
stop, that he couldn't cum until I told him it was okay.

Like...what the fuck was I going to do if he went ahead and jacked off
anyway?  Like I was going to punish him by stopping the face-fuck? Not
blowing my load?  I don't think so.

But he did what I told him.

Fuckin' all right!

I really started working his mouth, punching in and out fast and hard,
telling him what a fucking cum slut cocksucker he was, just a mouth to
dump a hot load of cum in, how if he sucked real good maybe I'd let
him have the privilege of getting his ass reamed by my meat. He
couldn't move his head much I was holding on so tight, but damn he
could moan and whimper around my prick. And even with my limited
experience since Dad caught me and Rick fucking Neil last week, I
could tell he was fucking turned on. So was I. I blasted my load of
hot juice down his throat, making him gulp to keep up with it all.

When I decided I was through, I started to pull out but he didn't want
to let me, the eager little shit cocksucker. But I pulled out anyway,
and he rested back on his heels, his cock still hard and oozing. He
looked up at me with this...weird...fucking expression. Then down at
his dick.

"You don't think I'm gonna blow you, do you, queer boy?"

Sam's voice was real quiet and he didn't look up at me. "No, sir."

Sir?

"Well, then, whadda ya want?"  Shit, this was gettin' weird. I'm all
dressed, and there's this thin white boy who probably can't even see
me without those glasses, kneeling in front of me with a hardon. And
calling me "sir" like I was his dad or somethin'.

"Whatever you want, sir."

Whatever *I* want?  Fuck, this kid was even farther down Dad's food
chain, without even having to explain it to him.

"Whatever *I* want?"  Sometimes I've got to ask a couple times to
understand.

"Yes, sir."  'n he *still* wasn't looking at me.

Okay, I guess I'd see how far this would go. I moved a couple steps,
told him to shift around so he was facing the entrance, and then told
him to jack off real fast. He fuckin' did!  He didn't shoot a hell of
a lot, although the first shot went up pretty high and then fell back
down on his pants; the rest of it just oozed out of his slit and onto
his fingers. I told him it was okay to lick his cum off his fingers,
get up and put his cock away. He did.

So there we were, him standin' there lookin' at the floor, a cum stain
on his pants...and me tryin' to figure out what the fuck to do next. I
mean, Sam was standin' there like he didn't have a clue, no mind, just
waitin' for orders. I heard the door open and I got an idea. *Really*
find out what he'd do. I asked him if he had to piss, and he just
nodded yes. I stepped away from him real quick, like we weren't with
each other. 'n then I told him to piss, right where he was, and when
he was done, get some fries in the food court, eat 'em, and then go
home and get cleaned up.

He blinked, and his eyes got kinda funny and almost teary, like he was
gonna ask me not to do this. Instead, he just bit his lip, like he was
thinkin' real hard. 'n then, just when he started pissing in his
pants, and he musta finally had to go bad, 'cause the piss started
staining and spreading real fast, this father and son...I
guess...walked in. And stopped with their mouths open.

The little boy pointed at Sam and said, "Daddy, he's pissing himself."

"Uh, yeah, son, yeah."  Daddy didn't look like he was sure whether he
should turn around and get the hell out, or do what they came in to
do. Guess they had to go too bad. He turned the kid around, kinda
pushed him in the direction of the kiddy-level urinal, and then
stepped up to one himself, but he still kept lookin' over at pissed-up
Sam with his new hardon showing through the wet pants. He pulled out a
real impressive piece of meat, not as big as *my* Dad's, and just held
it there like he was trying to piss. Except he was standin' far enough
back from the pisser, kinda angled toward Sam 'n me a little bit, for
us to see his dick plumping up.

I just grinned at him, groped my own hardon a little, and then
mouthed, "Sorry, dude, gotta go."  He looked disappointed, and his
cock was more than half hard. As I walked toward the exit I looked
down at the kid. He'd dropped his jeans, and I could see this really
hot pair of round, pale buns. Damn, but that looked like a nice ass to
shove my hard meat up inside. I wondered if Daddy was dicking his boy.

Sam was trailing me, and when we got to the door, I told him to wait a
little before coming out. And told him after he got cleaned up to
drive over to my house and pick me up. He just whispered "Yes, sir."

I didn't stick around to see the fun...watch Sam get all humiliated
about having to parade around the mall in pissed-in jeans, with
everyone watching the nerdy little fag. I headed home to tell Dad what
had happened.

Whatever I want, huh?  

I began to get some fun ideas.

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