Strawberry Lemonade- by Alexander Rowe

Chapter one- Wake up big brother, it’s me, Kit!

I was in heaven; the smell of strawberry shampoo filling my nostrils as I breathed in deeply, savoring the scent. A small body lay close to mine; its firm backside teasing my already quivering cock. Still in my slumber, I traced its curves, up to its hips (so plump), and then to its shoulders.

I then brought my hands up its nightie, as I began to rub its stomach; I got a small moan in turn.

“Big Brother…can you…touch me more?” the angelic voice of my younger brother asked. So cute, so adorable, I couldn’t say no; as I fumbled with the elastic of his cotton briefs, grasping his small cock with my hand.

“Big brother…big brother!”

Huge green eyes stared at him as he awoke; the smiling face of a little boy greeted him.

“Good Morning Misha, how'd you sleep?” he asked, their bodies pressed firmly together as the boy moved his legs up and down, humming a tone.

“I slept pretty decent…um were you here all night?” he asked while recalling his dream quite vividly.

The boy then made a sour face, as if he bit a lemon, “Nope,” he then sat up, clearly on top of his brother’s aching groin, “ I came in around 6:30 a.m., you were making noises…I was worried.” He then rested his small hands on his brother’s broad chest.

“I thought you were having a nightmare.”

“I-I wasn’t, say Kit-Kat?

“Yes?” Kit asked while cocking his head to the side, his bubble gum pink hair falling into his emerald colored eyes.

“Have anything planned for today?”

“Fox Scouts meeting and swim practice.” With shaking hands, Misha placed them on the boy’s small waist; he noticed that the boy wasn’t wearing any underwear. Kit then blushed, noticing that his brother noticed the absence of the article of clothing.

“Oh-I…uh had an accident.”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be wetting yourself?”

“I didn’t pee myself, when I woke up, my sheets were wet and…”

“And what?” Misha asked while yawning, rubbing his crystal blue eyes.

“They were icky too, so that’s why I came into your room, I was scared.” Misha then cupped the boys face in his massive hands.

“Don’t worry, that was normal.”

“I-It was?” he asked

“Yeah, that was called a wet dream.”

Kit then rested his head on his brother’s chest, drawing figure eights with his pointer finger.

“Wanna know what my dream was about, Misha?” Kit asked, face a glowing.

“Hmm?”

“It was about you.” He whispered mischievously, while nipping Misha’s pierced earlobe. Warm red liquid began to run from the young man’s nose.

End Chapter