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 Someone must have touched my little brother Max.  I can't say I blame
whomever it was; my brother is adorable and to be honest, I've had to hold
myself back at times when I've walked in on him masturbating or seen his
boney wet body as he walked around our apartment in only a towel.  Twelve
is an awkward age for a lot of people.  When I was his age, I had acne and
braces (I still have acne); I was fat (I'm still fat); my voice was always
cracking and I was a complete social retard (I was still in the closet at
the time).  But Max pulled it off beautifully.  He got all the good genes I
didn't get: blonde hair, clear skin, a small frame, cheekbones, brains.  He
was definitely our parents favorite.  They were always doting on him and
granting him privileges they would have never granted me..  but I get where
they're coming from.  Who wouldn't love their bright, handsome son with a
promising future ahead of him over a fat, lazy, gay pothead?  I guess they
used to be nicer to me when I was younger, but since I came out of the
closet my parents pretty much just ignored me and I ignored them.  I
graduated high school last year.  I didn't want to go to college.  I'd
gotten shit grades in high school and probably couldn't have gotten into
anywhere good anyway.  For the past year, I'd spend most of the day
sleeping, smoking pot, masturbating and feeling sorry for myself.  There
was this dude I'd met on Adam4Adam who'd give me ounces of weed at a time
if I sucked his dick.  He was old and kind of gross but I still never got
what he saw in me.  I'm not one of those cute twinks.  He must not have
realized he could probably get someone hotter for cheaper.  Anyways, back
to my brother, I think he must have been molested or something recently
cause he's started coming into my room.  First time he did it was about a
month ago.  I was passed out on my bed from smoking and eating too much. 
My fat sweaty body sprawled out in just my boxers, laying over the blankets
next to a half-eaten rotisserie chicken.  I think I was having a dream
about Justin Bieber.  It was pretty much the plot of that Proactiv
commercial he was in.  I heard the doorbell ringing and I went to answer it
and there was Justin Bieber standing before me telling me I'd just won some
contest I didn't remember entering where the prize was getting to go on a
date with him.  He took me to some restaurant that resembled the Olive
Garden my parents used to bring me to.  As Justin and I ate our salad and
breadsticks, I sat there quietly.  Justin's beauty was overwhelming and
made me anxious.  He really did have clear skin.  Our eyes met while i was
staring at him and he smiled at me.  I laughed nervously.  "You're cute" he
said, grinning.  By our fifth round of salad and breadsticks, I grew more
comfortable and Justin and I were really hitting it off.  To my surprise,
he actually seemed kind of into me.  "It's hard dating as a celebrity,"
Justin said.  "You never know who really likes you for who you are and
who's just trying to use you to try to get famous.  Plus I'm always touring
and that can be hard for people." "Oh my god, Justin," I said, twirling my
hair, "Being a famous singer must be so hard." "Yeah, it's a lot of work,
but it's good money and that's all that really matters" "That's true,
Justin.  You're so smart." When Justin and I finished eating dinner, he
walked me home.  It had gotten pretty windy outside so Justin put his arm
around me, and when I was still shivering, he took off his red varsity
jacket and let me wear it.  As we got closer to my apartment, it dawned on
me that my night with Justin was about to be over and I was going to go
back to my normal life and never see him again.  When we got to my door, I
started crying.  "I'm gonna miss you so much!" Justin wiped a tear from my
eye, brushed my hair out of my face then put his arms around my waist. 
"I'll always be here for you." he said, then leaned in to kiss me.  I felt
lightheaded.  Before I knew it, he had his hand down my pants fingering my
ass and another jerking me off.  It felt too good to be true.  That was the
moment I realized I had to have been dreaming.  As hard as I tried to will
myself back into the dream, I could not.  I was awake.  I knew where I was,
who I was, how old I was and I knew that I would never actually meet Justin
Bieber.  I lay there with my eyes closed, hoping I could fall back asleep
and into Justin's arms, but I slowly felt myself becoming more and more
lucid.  As I grew more awake, it became apparent to me that, though it may
not be Justin Bieber, someone was in fact sucking me off and fingering my
ass.  I opened my eyes a wink and to my amazement, there was my little
brothers head of poofy blonde hair bobbing up and down on my dick.  This
was a rush of adrenaline.  I had no idea what to do.  My little, 12 year
old brother was on all fours below me on my bed deep throating my cock.  It
was so hot.  I could not believe what was happening.  I didn't want to
scare him away, so I squinted my eyes and pretended to be asleep as I
gently humped his throat.  He slid another finger up my ass and I grunted.
Fuck.  The grunt caught his attention and he immediately spit my dick out
and looked at me, mortified.  I stared at him longingly through my
eyelashes, lying as still and quietly as I possibly could, hoping he did
not realize I had woken up.  This staring contest felt endless.  When I
couldn't take it anymore, I, still pretending to be asleep, rolled to the
side onto my stomach, so that Max and my ass were facing each other. 
Without any hesitation, Max dived in.  I was in heaven, his hairless,
prepubescent face buried in my forest of ass hair.  I had to bite my pillow
to keep from making any noise and maintain the illusion that I was still
asleep.  This went on for what felt like hours.  When the sun started to
rise, Max removed his tongue from my asshole and darted out of the room,
knowing our parents would soon wake up.  I rolled over, jerked off then
fell back to sleep.  When I woke up I had this uncomfortable feeling that I
could not shake.  Last night had been really hot but, like, what the fuck?
What the fuck happened to my brother that he would just come into my room
and do that shit?  One of his teachers at school must have forced him or
some shit.  I felt like I had to tell mom and dad but then I'd be admitting
that I let him suck me off.  And I wouldn't want to get him in trouble. 
Still, how could I just sit back and let someone hurt my brother?  I got
out of bed, which was soaked with my sweat, pulled my boxers up then walked
to the kitchen to get some cereal.  Mom was sitting there reading the
newspaper.  Max had already gone to school and Dad was at work.  It must
have been like noon or 1; I never know what time it is.  I poured my Fruity
Pebbles and milk into a bowl then sat down at the table across from my
mother.  It took her a few minutes to acknowledge me, she seemed pretty
invested in whatever she was reading.  "Mom?" "What do you want?" she said,
still not putting down her newspaper or looking at me.  "Have you noticed
anything...  off...  about Max?" "What?  That he actually goes to school
and gets good grades like you never could?" she said, in a nasty tone, now
putting down her newspaper and looking at me with eyes that said `please
leave'.  "I think....  I think someone is hurting him."


   "What do you mean?"


   "One of his teachers at school or something...  I think they...  touched
him." She stared at me, livid.  "How dare you make up stories about your
brother.  Not everyone is a faggot.  Max is straight.  He's a good kid. 
You could learn a thing or two from him instead of trying to spread these
fucking rumors about him just to make yourself feel better." I was stunned.
That fucking bitch.  I could deal with her caring so little about me, but
how could she not even care about trying to protect Max?  He's only 12
years old!  He was the only good thing to come out of this family and
someone was gonna just fuck up his future by traumatizing him!  I could
feel my breathing getting heavier and heavier.  I was on the brink of
completely breaking down and screaming at her so I just ran into my room
and locked the door.  I sat down on my bed and opened the drawer of my
dresser to get my weed and a bowl.  I could barely pack it and light it
because my hands were shaking so much.  I took a big rip.  Then another
one. My anxiety soon dissipated into a calm depression.  I put down my
bowl, buried my head in my pillow and started crying.  My mom must have
heard me because she began banging on my door and yelling "Are you smoking
pot in my fucking house?  You need to stop crying, get up off your fat,
lazy ass and get a job.  Open this door right now!" I pushed my face deeper
into the pillow hoping it would tune her out, but to no avail.  I cried and
hyperventilated until I fell asleep.  When I woke up, it was probably like
6.  I could hear Max having dinner with Mom and Dad in the next room.  I
was hungry as shit but I could not bare to face my mother again, so I just
lay in bed and played video games until I heard everyone go into their
rooms to go to bed.  The pot had made me pretty horny and I was hoping for
a repeat of the last night, so when it got later, I unlocked my door,
opened it a crack, then lay on my stomach pretending to be asleep.  This
proved difficult, however, because I was also exhausted, so about 15
minutes into pretending to be asleep, I actually passed out.  Once again,
my dreams revolved around Justin Bieber, this time resembling something I'd
seen in the Confident music video.  I found myself in a gas station deli
buying munchies.  I picked up about 3 bags of Takis, a pint of Ben &
Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream and a green tea Arizona.  As I was digging
through my pockets for my EBT card, Justin Bieber walked in.  "What's up?"
He said to me.  I couldn't believe he was talking to me and I was so
embarrassed he caught me with thousands of calories worth of food in my
hand that I was about to devour.  "H-hi" I said, trying to conceal some of
my snacks so he wouldn't judge me for being a fat ass.  "I'm Justin, first
of all.  I saw you walking by.  What's your name?" "Sam" Justin reached for
the bag of Fuego Takis in my hand.  "Are these Takis?  I love Takis...  no
I'm just kidding, what are Takis?" I giggled.  "They're like little
taquitos" I said.  I sounded like a fat loser.  Fuck.  "I'd like to Taki to
you on the phone," He said, winking, "Let me get your number." Him saying
that was a dream come true, but it also scared the living shit out of me. I
dropped all my snacks on the floor and ran out of the bodega into the
parking lot.  Justin ran after me.  I ran for as long as I could, but I'm
so out of shape that after a few minutes, I was doubled over, gasping for
air.  I sat down on the cement and tried to catch my breath.  Justin came
over to me and saw me sitting there, all weak and pathetic.  "There you
are!" He said, laughing.  "Why'd you run away from me." "I don't know.  I'm
sorry.  I was just scared." I looked down at my feet because I didn't want
Justin to see that I was about to cry from embarrassment.  He reached over
and brushed my hair out of my face, then grabbed my chin and positioned my
head so I was looking at him.  "You don't have to be scared ever again. 
Justin's here to protect you." I started crying and he held me and ran his
fingers through my hair.  I felt so safe laying there in that parking lot
in his arms.  As I calmed down and stopped crying as much, his hands moved
further and further down my back until he was squeezing my ass.  "Oh my
god, Justin, you're such a perv!" "Yeah I know I'm a fucking perv and I'll
fuck you right here in this parking lot" he whispered in my ear, pulling
down my jeans and spanking me.  I watched in awe as he pulled out his huge
dick and rubbed its head against my asshole.  "You ready?" he asked. 
"Yassssss!" He thrust into me.  It hurt a lot but felt so good.  And then I
started to feel really discombobulated.  I kept forgetting where I was, the
setting kept changing, though I could still feel his dick thrusting in and
out of me.  I felt so thrown off until I opened my eyes and remembered that
I'd fallen asleep waiting for Max to sneak in on me...  and sure enough,
there he was right behind me, with his bony hands on my hips, fucking me in
the ass.  Forgetting I was supposed to pretend to be asleep, I reached back
and grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper into me.  This must have startled
him because he made a noise, then immediately blew his load in my ass and
tried to run out of my room.  "Max," I said.  He stopped in his tracks,
inches away from my bedroom door, then turned around, blushing, knowing
he'd just gotten caught, nervously anticipating what horrible consequences
would come to him.  "Can you come hold me for a minute?" He walked over
slowly, then lay down next to me.  I kissed him, first on the forehead,
then on the lips then we wrapped our arms around each other.  I started to
cry.  "Max?" "Yeah," he said.  "Who touched you?" "What do you mean?" he
asked, looking off into the distance, clearly upset by my question.  "Who
touched you?  Was it Dad?  Someone at your school?" "Stop it." He said,
annoyed.  "I'm gonna go back to my room." He got up to leave.  


   "Wait!" Max turned around and looked at me impatiently.  "Do you wanna
fuck me again?" "I don't know about that, Sam.  I feel weird now.  I think
I'm just gonna go to bed."