## Archive-name: time_with_brad

From: darkside@Hades.net

Subject: Time with Brad by Dark Side (m+/F,blkml,nc)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Time with Brad
by Dark Side

When my parents asked me to stay with my little brother while they went on an extended vacation last summer I thought that it would be a perfect opportunity to get to know him better. After all, by the time he was born I was in junior high and we simply never really got to spend any time together. As a result, here I was at 24 and I didn't know much more about my own brother than his name. So I jumped at the chance to spend my summer off, I teach, lazing around my parent's pool and learning more about Brad.
I got there two days before they left and we had a good time catching up on their lives and I told them all about my friends and life two-thousand miles away. My impression of Brad was that he was quiet and reserved and we didn't spend any time alone together. Once I got back from the airport, I tracked him down in his bedroom. Approaching the door, I could hear the sound of him moaning in pain! I threw open the door, only to find him naked on the bed, jerking off to a magazine. He looked up in shock and rolled off the bed to cover himself. I slammed the door shut and went downstairs to figure out what to say to make him feel better. I knew that it was no big deal, twelve year old boys probably spend half their waking hours doing it. But not in front of their big sister.
He came down an hour later when I called him for lunch and we spent the longest fifteen minutes of my life staring at anything but each other. Every time that I tried to speak to him I got an angry look and he said that he didn't want to talk. It stayed that way for the next two weeks, only the necessary words passed between us, and then they were terse. Other than that, the time went smoothly. I had settled down into my old room. My parents had never changed it in hopes that for some reason I would want or need to move back home. The pool was heaven and on days that Brad left I even got in a little nude sunbathing to even out my tan. Nights, I would have an angry, silent dinner with Brad and then take a shower, I love a shower at night, and get to bed. A few days into my stay I broke down and used my vibrator, careful to make sure that he was sleeping soundly. I soon sunk into my regular rhythm of masturbating every couple of days and in general I was having the time of my life. That was, until I found the camera.
I had just returned from nirvana, after bringing myself to orgasm, when a glint in the direction of the closet caught my eye. I went over to the partially open door and opened it. There on the top shelf was a video camera. I knew instantly that it was on because of the red light blinking. Thinking about it, I realized that normally there was a cardboard box where it sat. I pulled it down until I noticed that there was a wire running from it and into a hole in the wall that separated my room from Brad's. Suddenly my door opened and Brad was standing there. " So, it took you long enough to find it. I got alot more footage than I thought I would." I was shocked. What did he mean more footage? How long had the camera been up there? " What have you been doing? Why did you do this?" He actually laughed at me. " Just making some money. My friends love to watch you get undressed and sunbathe out back. But so far only, I have seen the tapes of you playing with yourself." " What do mean your friends?" " I sell copies of the tapes I make to people that I know. So far you've made me two-hundred dollars. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. You jacking off is going to be a big seller."
I sagged against the wall. How could my own brother do this? And how many of the boys that were always hanging around the house had seen me naked? " I don't know why you did this, but you have to get those tapes back. Do it right now." But there wasn't much force in my voice. If he was going to get them back, then he wouldn't have done it in the first place. He laughed again and stepped over to me. It was then that I realized that I was still naked. I turned around and grabbed a robe out of the closet. Throwing it around me, I turned back to him. He had returned to the doorway. " Come to my room if you want to find out how to keep me from selling the rest of the tapes." Numbly, I followed him into his room. Brad laid back on his bed and looked at me. " If you want to have the rest of the tapes, you have to give me something to make up for the money that I would have gotten selling them. First take off the robe and then come over here and take off my clothes."
I was horrified. Not only was the person violating me here my brother, but he was also a child, not much older than the ones I taught back home. But through the haze of shock that settled on my brain, I couldn't think of a way to get out of this, other than to do what he wanted. The robe fell to the floor at my feet and, ignoring his eyes on my body, I stepped to his bed and reached for his clothes. I took the shirt off first, then his shoes and socks. My nose wrinkled automatically at the smell of his feet, but I was hardly conscious of it. I hooked my fingers in the waist of his shorts and pulled them and his briefs off.
His dick was about five inches long and very hard. It pointed straight up at the wall behind his head, nestled in a small patch of blonde hair. " Now, lets get to business. If you blow me, I will give you back half of the tapes. If you blow me and fuck me you get them all. But I don't want either if you're just going to cry the entire time. Act like you like it, make me believe that I'm the best you've ever had. We got a deal?" I nodded my head and dried the tears that I didn't even know had fallen on my cheeks.
My head sunk to his body. With a smile plastered on my face, I began to lick his chest, moving slowly down to his crotch. I tried to make my moan of horror sound passionate as I took him slowly into my mouth. Imagining past lovers, I licked and sucked his cock. Within a minute he was gripping my head and pumping wildly into my lips. He came with my nose pressed into his pubic hair and I was forced to swallow in order to breathe. He didn't soften in the slightest and I moved up his body to straddle his thighs. With the fake smile still going strong, I reached between my legs and pointed him at the entrance to my vagina.
I slid slowly down on him, moaning like it was the best thing that I had ever had. He was too, but he wasn't pretending. While I pumped up and down on him, he reached up and caressed my breasts. A sick feeling started to build in my stomach, but I controlled it somehow. One hand was now lightly pinching my nipples as the other wandered down to play with my pale blonde pubic hair. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and held me still. In order to finish my bargain with this devil, I played an orgasm, and rolled off of him. I lay there and recovered from my exertions for a moment until a movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. There in Brad's closet, not four feet from the side of the bed, was one of Brad's friends, Carl. In his hands was a video camera!
I jumped off the bed to grab for it, but Brad quickly took hold of my ankle. I fell to the floor and Carl danced out of my reach. As he raced out of the room, Brad sat down on my chest. " You didn't think that I was going to let an opportunity like this get away did you? Now Carl is going to hide that tape until I can make some copies of it. And you are going to do anything that I say, or else everybody that has anything to do with schools is going to get a copy of you joyfully sucking and fucking your little brother." As he spoke, he started to get hard again. Pushing my breasts together around his dick, he began to tit-fuck me. I was crying and shaking my head, but I didn't resist, even when his cock sprayed my face with his cum. Carl came back a few minutes later. After ordering me to take off his clothes too, I was again pumping on top of a teenage body.
The rest of the summer was a blur of teenage boys. They came in me and on me. Each day and night Brad brought on his "customers". At first the boys were satisfied just by my mouth and cunt. But soon they graduated to making me do strip shows and masturbate for them. By the end, I had done more than I would have been able to imagine that I was capable of before. The night before my parents came home, Brad arranged to have me pull a train. He counted forty different boys that night, most had me more than once. As I got in my cab the next day, Brad leaned in and whispered to me. " See you next summer."
So, here it is June 1st and I got a package in the mail today. It was unsigned, but I know who it's from. Inside was a tape of me pulling that train, and a note saying that my parents have decided to try Australia this year.

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