Not My Brother's Keeper
Copyright© 2026 by Daemon D. Hart
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 sound of something dropping in the bucket of water by my side startled me out of my sleep. Since I didn’t believe that anything would come out of our little fishing trip, I hadn’t bothered to do more than bring down the fishing rod from its hooks and throw it on the shore, along with the empty bucket. I got so very few occasions when I could just laze around, so I informed Adrian that I’d catch some sleep, while he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
Apparently, that meant he wanted to fish. Not only that, he wanted to catch some fish, and that was what he did. Inside the bucket, a couple of thick, slabby crappies still flicked their tails, their silver bodies with some life still left in them.
I squinted at Adrian. “I thought you said you’ve never gone fishing in your life.”
Adrian shrugged. “So? Beginner’s luck.”
I didn’t buy that. And I was starting to peg him as a liar. “Shut the fuck up,” I said and lay back, throwing my t-shirt over my eyes.
My peace was short-lived. Adrian could be vicious when he got bored. And damn, the way he twisted my nipples – yes, both of them – made me gasp and grunt. I got up, grabbed my t-shirt, and used it as an inefficient weapon to chase him away. He laughed and got away with ease.
“Don’t even think of sleeping,” he warned me. “I’m going to torment you like a demon out of hell.”
“Funny,” I quipped. “Are you trying to show me that something of what was said during bible study stuck with you? I don’t buy it.”
He was down to a pair of shorts and looked amazing in the merciless sun. Because of his olive complexion, he tanned well and quickly. I didn’t have a problem with that, either, but my skin turned golden, while his turned a deeper bronze. All of a sudden, I had a yearning to press my body against his and soak him in.
His wicked grin told me he was up to all kinds of stupid things. When he hooked his fingers into the elastic band of his shorts, I understood. My eyes grew wide.
“No way,” I warned him. “People still come here. Adrian, I’m telling you. Don’t get naked.”
He laughed like the fiend he was and pushed his shorts down to his knees in one go. Swinging his hips, he made his limp dick move to and fro. The fact that he wasn’t hard didn’t make me want to take him in my mouth any less. Actually, I wanted to wrap my mouth around his cock when it was like this and then feel it grow inside me until it got too difficult to handle.
With a shrug, he shimmied out of his shorts, and with a nimble jerk of his foot, he managed to make them land in a pile by my side as a provocation.
“Jo, I’m telling you,” he imitated my voice, making me sound phony and too pitchy. “Get naked.”
“If my father ever finds out--”
“What if he finds out?” Adrian said, moving closer to swing his dick in my face.
“Are you crazy?” I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my head and began to rub his cock all over my cheeks, nose, and lips.
“What is he going to do? Throw us out? We’re leaving in a month, anyway.”
“We’re leaving for college. Not forever,” I explained, still trying to dodge his cock. I was dying to suck him off, but I had to make some things clear. If he thought he was in fairyland, he needed to wake the fuck up.
“I don’t plan to come back here,” he said. “Do you?”
Could he have guessed my plan back then? “I have to,” I lied. “My family is here. We’re all about family around here, in case you didn’t realize it.”
He laughed, throwing his head back and exposing his throat to my hungry gaze. “If that’s true, Jo, then be a good brother and open your mouth. I need to put my dick in you, and I know you suck a mean dick.”
“Fuck off.” I turned my head, but it was the wrong move, because he took advantage of my lack of attention.
In a second, I was on my back with him straddling my chest. I could feel his balls pressing with their soft weight against my skin and the bones underneath.
“Come on, Jo, open wide. Say ahhh.” He was guiding his semi toward my lips now, so I got it in my head that I could tease him back.
For a moment, I pressed my lips together hard and then stuck out my tongue fast. He moaned, liking what I was doing to him.
But I wanted him to work and work hard for it, so I pulled my tongue back. The expression on his face deserved to be immortalized in a painting. Too bad I was not an artist, and my phone didn’t take good pictures.
I could fluster him, it seemed. His mouth went slack, and his eyelids dropped. At eighteen, he was a beautiful boy, on the cusp of manhood. Temptation is sweet; if it weren’t, no one would ever fall for it.
“Jo,” he drawled, “don’t be mean.”
“Can you beg?” I asked him. “I want to hear you.”
“And I want to kiss you.” He abandoned what he was doing and shifted to align his body with mine.
I couldn’t deny him that. It was his right to have me open my mouth to receive his mischievous tongue. Damn, how he kissed. Weeks ago, the very notion of kissing was vague to me. I’d kissed girls, dutifully, unenthusiastically, relieved that, apparently, the temptation of flesh wouldn’t torment me much. I’d know, of course, I’d known, my wicked thoughts pulled me to guys, not gals, and even with my restricted Internet access, I’d seen enough porn to know what got me hard.
However, Adrian was a different thing altogether. He didn’t make just my flesh react; he was squeezing past my barricades. That was how I knew the danger I was in. Struggling to get away led me nowhere. We had yet to measure our strengths, so I only suspected that he was stronger than I.
The truth is, I wanted to surrender to him, and because he did the minimum of pressing me down and holding me there only so he could kiss me until our lips turned numb was the only confirmation needed to what I didn’t dare to ask.