Chapter twenty: Good Boy

A/N: Well this is the final chapter of Volume 2. It’s pretty short, but it’s good…more could’ve happened here, but I’ll leave it like this. Hope you guy’s enjoy it, because it is for yous anyway!!! Have fun, and don’t forget to review! I’ll see you guys at the end.

He tossed and turned in the complete darkness of his bedroom; his growing erection preventing him from having a good night’s sleep. He let out a frustrated groan and sat up at once; rubbing his tired eyes, groping his bedside table, trying to find his glasses. “I-I’m not suppose to be turned on by that.” He muttered to himself, covering his mouth in slight disgust. “He’s my brother,” He then began to growl like a grizzly bear, starching his head, but he’s soo damn cute!!”

Misha then fell back on his numerous pillows, the scent of fabric softener taking a calming effect on him. Every time he closes his eyes, the vision of his little brother greats him. Sprawled out on his bed, the pink haired boy is flustered and breathless; his cherry colored lips slightly parted, his vivid green eyed full of innocence, longing, and lust. His fragile hand in his pants, stroking his private parts. He was begging to be screwed, Misha knew it, because more than anything in this world, he wanted to be his little brother’s first; and he didn’t care how strange it sounds.

He gave a deep sigh, such a memory brought pain to him, because in all actuality, that’s something he could never have. It’s abnormal for any sibling to desire such a thing from another. But to him, it felt normal…no matter how much he denies that fact.

Misha swung his legs over the edge of his bed, his bare feet connecting with the cold hardwood floor, instantly waking him out of his slumber. He walked over to his bedroom door and opened it slowly; a sliver of light shot across his floor and the surface of his messy bed. He squeezed threw the crack and stepped lightly down the hall towards the very end, the door that had a small chalk board in it; ‘Кристофер’ written in sloppy Russian script. To his surprise, the door was slightly ajar; Misha took a deep breath, his heart beating quickly as he slipped into the youth’s room, his feet sinking into the warm, plush carpet.

Drenched in the soft winter glow of the moon, Kit lay soundly, snuggled under his comforter his pink hair falling into his face; his cheeks dusted a soft red, this made Misha’s heart skip a beat. He gulped hard as he took light footsteps toward the sleeping adolescent’s bedside. As he stepped closer to Kit, the moonlight that shone upon him gave the boy a sort of angelic glow.

Misha kissed the boy lightly on the forehead; he then pulled the comforter back to revile Kit’s small form, which was clothed in a sky blue night shirt that reached to his small rosy knees. He reluctantly climbed on his brother’s bed, resting at the foot of his bed; contemplating on what his next action would be.

The young man then froze as the boy began to stir, laying on his back now, biting his bottom lip. “Me-me, Me-me, I-" he muttered in his slumber, lifting his night shirt to a bare bottom half, scratching his stomach; his hard pecker bouncing to life. “Me-me…taste my ice-cream…pweeze?” he asked in a dream state, biting his pinky finger. A little confused by his brother’s sleep talking, Misha thought for a second then it came back to him like a slap in the face. He wants him to give him a blow job! Should he do such a thing; it would be wrong, but at the same time, Kit asked, so he can only oblige to do so, right?

Misha grabbed Kit’s small ankle and placed it over his strong shoulder; kissing his brother’s smooth calf, licking his warm flesh, a giggle rolled off of Kit’s lips. “Doggies aren’t suppose to lick there, Bloo!” ‘Bloo', as in the family’s sheepdog, great…mow Misha’s a dog. He chuckled at the boy’s sleep slurred words, and moved lower to Kit’s inner thigh, kissing it; suckling it, leaving his mark. His brother’s breathing speeding up as Misha went for his long awaited prize; his brother’s dick.

Taking it in whole, balls and all, he began with gentle suction, rolling his tongue, the salty taste of pre-cum erupting in the back of his throat. “Ah~Bloo…n-no, bad dog!” he muttered, grasping the sheets around him as Misha began bobbing his head, licking Kit’s erection from head to base. Sticking a finger in the boy’s ass, relaxing his tense hole, adding on to the arousing effects of the blow job.

“B-Bloo…s-stop~!” moaning while arching his back, Kit shot his load in the back of his brother’s mouth, the white fluid dripping from his lips; the flavor of his young sibling filling his mouth.

Swallowing hard, licking the boy’s shaft clean, he barked happily; cuddling next to his brother. The boy warped his arms around his neck, kissing Misha on the cheek. “Good Boy, Bloo; good boy.”

End Chapter

End Volume 2

A/N: As always, I’d like to thank all of you guys for sticking around so long! Thanks for all the reviews, words of encouragement and support. I LOVE YOU GUYS SOO MUCH!!!! Sad to be leaving volume two in the dust, but we need to make way for bigger and better things: like volume three!!! I’d like to wish everyone out there a happy Thanksgiving and stay safe on this holiday, especially Black Friday! Ummm…that’s about it,

Peace, Love, and the Joys of Living

~Alexander Rowe