Not My Brother's Keeper
Copyright© 2026 by Daemon D. Hart
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - At nineteen, I never expected to get a new brother, but that’s exactly what happens when my father remarries. His new wife brings a son along, and chaos enters my life. I’m a choir boy; he’s a troublemaker. We dislike each other from the start, and things only get worse when we’re forced to share a college dorm room. I’m convinced he’s my doom. My sensual, sexual, the darkest of dark doom. So, no one - my father, his mother, or him - should expect me to be his salvation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Reluctant Gay Fiction Anal Sex Analingus First Oral Sex
The water glinted a bottle-green hue, still as glass, and the sun was already peeking from behind the hills, threatening us with its heat by the time we got to the old shed. Throughout our little journey, Adrian had kept his mouth shut, content with walking right behind me, carrying a bucket which we were supposed to bring back full of fish.
I didn’t pay him any mind. Maybe he wasn’t a morning person, I thought. How could he be? He loved the night, staying up late, and doing things he shouldn’t do with his stepbrother.
On the other hand, I had my head full. Adrian, obviously, loved to play the long game, which meant that he was about to be in for a rude awakening. While I enjoyed, to a degree, placing myself in danger, hoping for punishment, when other people got involved, the game changed.
In other words, I didn’t want him to get hurt. A guy like him, doing gay things with his stepbrother, in a small town like ours? Maybe it’d work in the big city, once we got to college and we were on our own—
“Fuck me sideways,” I heard him exclaiming.
Ah, he’d spotted the shed. The old boards still presented some faint marks of the red paint someone had used before the place became the property of my dad. For all his talk, my father wasn’t that keen on protecting his ‘investment’. As I said, he never spent money on things he didn’t find valuable. Like me. He’d drilled into my head that I had to get into college and do it on my own. It worked for me. I wanted – badly – to get away from home. The so-called sabbatical year helped put together a bit of money aside. I was counting on my little stash to break free for good once I left for college.
I sneered. “Impressed so much already? You wanted this shit.”
He gasped in fake outrage. “Jo, language. Seriously, all that education, gone to pits. Good thing you got into college. Maybe they’ll polish your rough edges there.”
That reminded me. “Are you for real about sharing a dorm room? I could use some privacy. From you,” I added for good measure.
I opened the shed door, after having to shake the keys in the lock a couple of times. The interior was as bad as I expected – sunbaked, dusty, and disgusting.
“Where are we supposed to take a dump?” Adrian asked, as soon as he peered inside.
The small room looked dismal, with its narrow cot pushed against the wall, the various tin cans filled with lures that must’ve been bought a century earlier if I knew my father well enough, and the single rod hanging on two nails hammered to the wall.
“We’re roughing it out,” I told him. “That means--”
“Shitting outside,” he said with a shrug. “Wait, do we at least have toilet paper?”
I patted the old rucksack I carried there on my back. “Everything you need is in here.”
He grinned at me and pushed me inside. “Yeah, that checks out,” he said, pleased as pie. “Starting with you.”
How long till we left for college? I did the math quickly – about a month. I was only so entertaining to Adrian because he didn’t have anything to do.
“Stop it,” I grunted as he continued to push me toward the cot.
I eventually fell on it. Adrian remained standing in front of me, grinning and feeling his crotch.
“What were you saying, Jo? That you’d like me to force you to take my cock?”
“You’re hit in the head. I’ve never said that.”
Yeah, maybe, but I was already licking my lips, expecting Adrian to take the lead once more. As long as he forced all these things on me, it would all be alright. I wouldn’t exactly be a sinner.
Who the hell was I kidding? My worries were of a different nature, even at the time, but I wasn’t brave enough to voice them out loud. They’d come to pass later when we shared a dorm room, as established by our parents.
“I just love,” he drawled, “how standoffish you are. It wouldn’t work if you were less pretty, though, so don’t push your luck.”
I wanted to push him away from me, to make the game last longer. The more we did, the better the chances were that he’d get fed up with me, and I didn’t want that just yet. As long as fishing went, I didn’t care about lures and lying in wait for the fish to bite, but when it came to him, if I’m completely honest, I wanted to lure him and make him bite.
Yeah, twisted, I know.
I stared as he opened his fly and took out his cock. He rubbed it with slow moves, right in front of my eyes, goading me to do something.
If my religious upbringing taught me something, it must’ve been restraint. Although my dick hurt from being hard for my stepbrother, I didn’t even look at his hand and what it was doing to his beautiful cock.
I looked at him, waiting, my face giving nothing away.
He smiled, and it was the good kind of smile, not a grin, not a smirk. It was the kind of smile that made my heart jolt. He messed me up the worst when he smiled like that. If it had all been nothing but sexual, it would’ve passed.
It wasn’t meant to pass, though. Adrian pushed the tip of his cock into my cheek and moved it across my skin, his eyes never leaving mine. It should’ve played out as a game of dominance, but we both knew that wasn’t the case.
I moved my head slowly until my lips met the mushroom head of his cock. My tongue slipped out, caressing it gently. The soft moans escaping his lips were my everything in that moment.