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There was a click as Jonathan grew tired of the same music playing in his ears, and got up to act on an impulse he’d ignored countless times prior. He grabbed his camera and, nearly tripping over the leg of his pajama pants, made it to Will’s room in purposeful strides, breathing raggedly.
He’d been thinking about it for about an hour and tried to drown it out with music, but it wasn’t working, and he couldn’t see any downsides to letting himself indulge a little; anything to get the feeling of Lonnie’s hand on his face, cock in his mouth, to go away.
Will was so naive, so trusting, that even if he did wake up, he wouldn’t think anything of it. Wouldn’t know what Jonathan would do with the pictures once they develop. Jonathan was thrilled.
With a turn of the doorknob and a push to the creaky bedroom door, Jonathan found that Will was asleep. After probably an hour or so of tossing and turning, he was hardly under blankets anymore, one of his pant legs hiked up to his knee, his shirt hardly over his torso, a damp sheen to him. Jonathan wasn’t surprised, because it was pretty damn stuffy in this room, and maybe he could lend Will his box fan ‘til the damn A/C got fixed, but he liked the view of Will this way, so maybe he wouldn’t. It was Will’s summer attire that tempted Jonathan into his room in the first place, damn short-shorts from Hell.
He lifted his camera, angling very specifically so his shadow wasn’t cast over the boy at all, and the light from the barely-open door permitted a perfect shot, so Jonathan grinned and snapped it before his brother could shift in his sleep and mess it up. His timing was just right because it took a few seconds for Will to murmur to himself and shimmy into a different position, onto his stomach. Jonathan sighed in satisfaction.
Even more of Will’s skin was exposed like that, his entire pale, smooth back so perfect, and Jonathan thought about how it might arch if you grabbed him by his hips, and showed him what it means to feel good.
The first time Lonnie had shown Jonathan, he didn’t like it, but it would be different for Will. Jonathan would be better. He would be nice to him, and he wouldn’t be rough or anything. He’d be good to him.
Not tonight, though, and probably not ever.
He rose his camera and scoped out a good shot, snapping another picture to keep hidden somewhere until he got too hot under the collar thinking about his baby brother. He didn’t want them all to look alike, though, so he kneeled down slowly and peeled the boyish, airplane comforter the rest of the way off of Will, then went around to the other side of the bed to get his face. He looked so at peace when he slept, a contrast to the troubled expression he often wore without reason.
Jonathan’s admiration trekked further than that of a brother, though, and he just kept staring at Will’s lips, and it’d be easy just to take his semi out right now and press it right up against that tiny mouth. He wondered if Will would have an instinct to open up, or if he’d fight it like Jonathan had been stupid enough to do.
A worse impulse made its way to the forefront of Jonathan’s mind, and he wasn’t strong enough to resist it when Will wouldn’t even know – that was if he was careful enough, but if there was one thing Jonathan was good at, it was going unnoticed.
He slowly pulled his cock over the waistband of his pants and, with his camera ready to snap a photo, he kneeled slightly and pressed it up to Will’s mouth. It felt like a kiss, and Jonathan hurriedly took a picture and tucked himself back in his pants before he got carried away. He was more than happy with three pictures, but he couldn’t even get away because a small, cold hand shot out and grabbed his wrist the moment he lifted his heel. His heart stopped.
“Jonathan?”
“Yeah, what is it, buddy?” Jonathan tried to pretend like his presence in there was normal, but he knew that it wasn’t gonna get by Will. He turned to find Will peering up at him, irises completely black in the dark of the room.
“What are you doing in here?” Will asked hoarsely, and at least he didn’t seem to be awake for the part where Johnathan had rubbed his cock right against his lips. He could still feel the phantom of those lips, too, and he was fattening up even more in his stupid baggy pants. Will probably wouldn’t even understand if he saw, though. As a ten-year-old, mostly all he cared about was drawing and his friends. “Why do you have your camera?”
“I was, uh- taking pictures for an art project,” Jonathan lied, and he hoped that Will didn’t wonder what kind of art project involved taking pictures of your baby brother. “It’s about, um, family. I’m supposed to show a family member in their… most natural state,” Jonathan went on, hoping he wasn’t digging himself a hole, but then, he realized he was onto something. “I knew I couldn’t ask you for that, so I just… took a picture while you slept instead.”
“Ask me for what?”
Jonathan held back from grinning at Will taking the bait. He turned and raised his eyebrows as though it was a very serious thing.
“Well, I don’t know,” Jonathan deliberately hesitated, knowing he’d be unable to get Will off his case if he kept it from him. “It’s not important anymore, the sleeping one will work, but my teacher might be disappointed that I don’t have anything more… real.”
“Like what?” Will repeated, sitting up in his bed and staring at Jonathan with big, wide-awake eyes. Jonathan sighed like Will finally got him and sat on the edge of the bed, his heart honest-to-God slamming against his ribs as he got exactly what he wanted.
“Well, naked would be the most natural state,” Jonathan explained in the coolest tone he could muster, “‘cause you’re born like that, and all, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be willing to do that for me, so I figured it’d be easier to just take a picture while you sleep, instead.”
“Naked,” Will repeated quietly. Jonathan lost a bit of confidence at Will’s silence, but then nearly choked on his spit when Will started undressing right in front of him. He watched, dumbstruck, as his little brother pulled his pajama shirt over his head and discarded it on the other side of the bed, his thumbs dipping under the elastic band of his pants to do the same with those.
Jonathan wasn’t able to find the words to stop Will, too busy staring at his soft chest, wondering how much of his torso his hand would encompass. That left him in just striped boxer briefs and like that, Jonathan could see the outline of his little cock, but it wasn’t enough. Even when an hour ago wouldn’t imagine himself getting this lucky, he still found that his appetite wasn’t sated.
Luckily, Will did carry an understanding of what naked really meant, and didn’t stop until there was nothing hiding his body from Jonathan.
“Is this good?” Will asked in a whisper, having no fucking clue how far it went beyond good. Jonathan couldn’t even think of a way to describe it. Will looked… cute, and shy, and he had his hand hovered over his stomach, as if he had planned to cover himself but ultimately decided not to. He wouldn’t even fully lift his head to look at Jonathan.
“Yeah, just don’t- don’t cower in on yourself,” Jonathan said and lifted his camera, blood roaring in his ears. Will didn’t listen, though, and Jonathan set his camera down beside him on the bed. A new, sick idea presented itself. “You don’t seem too comfortable.”
Will shook his head, predictably.
“Why don’t I do something that’ll make you a little more comfortable, then?” Jonathan offered, eyes zeroed in on Will’s hairless, tiny cock and mouth still watering. Will nodded his head hesitantly, and Jonathan didn’t wait for him to change his mind.
Tucking his legs under himself and shifting closer, Jonathan covered one cold thigh with his hand and one with his face, peering up at Will to see him watching fearfully.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“Just relax, alright, man? It’ll feel good,” Jonathan reassured him, and took Will’s cock in his mouth slowly. He liked it better than Lonnie’s, he decided immediately, but he’d have to get Will a little more into it to get him to finally relax.
“Oh,” Will gasped as Jonathan applied the suction he’d mastered after years of abuse from their father. Jonathan was pleased to see Will’s hands fumbling at his sides, pleased to feel immediate responsiveness from his cock on his tongue. Jonathan put his other hand over Will’s torso, moaning quietly around his little brother’s cock when he saw his hand was huge in comparison to his small brother. “That feels weird.”
Jonathan looked up at Will, hardly holding back from smiling at him as he licked at the head of his cock. He pulled off to ask, “weird in a good, or a bad way?”
“Weird in a… I don’t know way,” Will breathed; Jonathan didn’t give him the chance to answer before putting his mouth back on him. He was getting to be a good four inches or so already, starting to push down Jonathan’s throat. Definitely a grower, rather than a shower, and maybe Jonathan was getting more than he bargained for, but he was definitely not stopping now. “Good way.”
Jonathan had expected the change of heart, but still he had to hold back another proud smile as he took Will down his throat. It felt so different being the one to initiate it, being the one with power, and he tried not to let it get to his head, but it was already getting to his cock, and he was tempted to slip a hand down just to take care of that so he could focus on his baby brother.
“Jonathan,” Will said suddenly. Jonathan looked up at him expectantly, not stopping, but Will said nothing more, just put his hands in Jonathan’s overgrown hair and moved his hips a little. Encouragement.
“Smile,” Jonathan tried to say through a mouthful of cock as he brought his camera up to snap a photo, and Will only moaned as the photo was taken. Jonathan haphazardly placed his camera back on the bed and doubled his efforts so Will wouldn’t think to question why he needed that photo.
“Um, I don’t know if- oh ,” Will’s voice cracked as he grabbed harder at Jonathan’s hair, and Jonathan knew the warning signs, recognized that roughness from their father and picked his camera back up, ready.
When Will spilled a surprising amount of cum into his mouth, hot and slick, Jonathan popped off his cock and used his free hand to turn Will’s fucked-out face to the camera. He ensured Will’s shiny, wet cock was in the shot when he snapped the photo of him and his brother. He swallowed all of what Will gave him, relishing in its taste, salty-sweet sugar on his tongue and actually tolerable. Lonnie’s tasted terrible.
Art project. Yeah, right. The crotch of Jonathan’s pants was soaked from how he’d creamed them without even laying a finger on himself.
“Told you I could get you feelin’ more comfortable, yeah, buddy?” Jonathan said and smiled at his little brother. Will hadn’t even said no at any point. I did good.
“Mhm,” Will hummed, looking up at Jonathan through eyes that didn’t seem to want to stay open. Jonathan’s heart pounded. Maybe Will would think it was just a weird dream if he didn’t wear out his welcome.
Jonathan snapped one more photo, then did most of the work putting Will back in his clothes as Will nearly fell asleep under his ministrations. He tucked his little brother in, grabbed his camera, and made quick work of getting the hell out of his room.
He lay back in bed and kept his camera on the nightstand, stared at it for the next hour with music playing, but the music wasn’t loud enough to drown out the worsening hunger he carried for his little brother.
*
That next day at school, Jonathan hurriedly developed every sick photo he took, keeping the dark room door locked until they were out of sight. He almost snuck out of his biology class just to stare at them and probably bust in a bathroom stall, but he held off, deciding it’d be something to enjoy that night.
After a dinner of uncomfortably trying not to stare at his brother, Jonathan did get to reaping what he’d sewn, hand on his cock as he stared at picture after picture. He was so focused on his own building pleasure that he didn’t notice the knock on the door, nor the door opening, nor his little brother until a cold hand joined his on his cock and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Will?!” Jonathan hurriedly shoved the photos under his blanket, then went to pull the blanket over himself, but Will climbed into his bed – climbed into his fucking bed – which got in the way a bit. “Will, what are you doing?”
“Don’t you have any more pictures to take?” Will asked as he crawled into Jonathan’s lap, hands beside Jonathan’s head, knees spread with Jonathan’s torso between them.
“Wh- no, I, uh- I already turned in the assignment, bud,” Jonathan tried to sit up, his chest rising and falling quickly. What the fuck?
“No,” Will sighed and reached under the blanket, nearly killing Jonathan with a brush of his finger over his cock, “are you sure you don’t have any more pictures to take?”
“Um.” Jonathan wasn’t sure he was catching on. Will wanted more. Will was asking for more – not even directly, but in a slutty, indirect way. “Y-yeah, I did just get assigned this- this new project, with photography, more, um. More studies on natural forms, and stuff. Pretty lame stuff.”
“Do you need my help?” Will asked, but he wasn’t waiting for an answer, seating himself right over Jonathan’s covered crotch and pulling his tank top over his head. Jonathan’s breath left him when he saw his baby brother’s chest up close again, skin so baby soft that he couldn’t help how his hand reached out to touch. It didn’t look like Jonathan was going to be given a choice, so he helped Will out of the rest of his clothes.
“God, look at you,” Jonathan rasped, tracing his hand up to Will’s neck, holding him there.
“What?” Will asked, having the nerve to get shy after storming in there (Jonathan assumed, since he was too busy to catch him enter) and practically demanding Jonathan fuck him. Jonathan didn’t give him an answer, just kept drinking in the sight of him, so clean.
“Do you want something different this time?” Jonathan asked, reaching under his mattress for the lube Lonnie had him keep a few years ago. He rarely ever used it anyways, given that he usually just made Jonathan suck him off and called it good. It was only in the beginning that he bothered pretending he was going to be good to Jonathan.
“Different?”
Of course, Will still didn’t know anything. He just got something that felt good and wanted more of it. Jonathan really should have prepared for the possibility of this exact thing happening.
“It’s gonna be a little funny at first, but it can feel really good, if it’s done right,” Jonathan explained, holding up the bottle of lube. “I’m gonna put this on my fingers, okay, and you- you get on your back, okay?”
“Okay,” Will said quietly, and without any more hesitation they switched positions, Jonathan leaning over Will, cock still out, still thick with the promise of fucking his little brother.
With his fingers slick with lube, Jonathan used his dry hand to push Will’s legs open gently, trying not to go too fast even when his mind was flashing images of cock being forced in too-tight hole. He rubbed his fingertip against Will’s rim, spreading lube to get him wet enough for a finger to slip in, and Will tensed.
“That’s gonna go in there?” Will asked fearfully, and Jonathan chuckled, rubbing his brother’s thigh soothingly.
“Yeah, but don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt,” Jonathan reassured, and maybe he was lying, because he pushed in a little and Will flinched. “Hey. I’ve had much bigger in me, so I know it’s gonna be fine. Relax for me, alright, bud?”
“Feels weird,” Will gasped as Jonathan pushed inside to the first knuckle. Jonathan used his other hand to touch Will’s cock gently, trying to give him enough pleasure to balance the discomfort. He started to move it slowly, first pushing deeper, then withdrawing, and repeating the process as Will watched with uncertainty.
“Last time it felt weird, it felt really good after, didn’t it?” Jonathan reminded him, sticking with a slow pace even as he pushed more of his finger in with each movement. Will nodded and took a deep breath. Jonathan could feel his body relax and that was when he pushed a second finger in. He tried to slow down when he saw Will squirm, but struggled, growing addicted to the way he could watch his fingers completely disappear in his brother with only a little whimper or hiss.
He tried to focus more on playing with Will’s cock, and that seemed to work to distract the boy from the discomfort of being stretched open, because he moved his hips into it some and was definitely at full mast. He was at least a good 4.5 inches hard, and Jonathan found that pretty impressive for his age.
“It does feel kinda good,” Will admitted when Jonathan had already pushed a third finger through and had thoroughly stretched him out. He was only still fingering him to watch the way he would move his hips back every time Jonathan curled his fingers up, brushing his prostate every so often and getting his little brother to jolt at the pleasure. Lonnie never took his time like this; Jonathan was lucky if he got fingers at all, but it was usually because Lonnie didn’t want to have to fight to get inside him.
Jonathan stopped touching Will’s dick for a second to grab his camera off his nightstand, and scoffed when his little brother whimpered.
“It was you who was asking about pictures.”
He got one of Will looking mildly annoyed, which was an impressive feat with three fingers fairly deep inside him and his cock leaking. Jonathan wasn’t in a much better state in that department, and he knew mostly because he kept watching Will stare at his cock as he moved. Lonnie really was right about both of them.
“Smile, Will,” Jonathan said and pushed his fingers in faster, deeper, and got a picture of Will’s mouth falling open on a moan. All his little sounds were so high in pitch, and Jonathan can barely believe that he, too, used to sound like that just a few years ago. He set the camera down on the bed cautiously so he could have a free hand, then pulled his fingers out of Will, much to the boy’s exasperation. “Relax, you’ll like this a lot better.”
“Are you going to, um- you’re going to fuck me?”
“Shit, uh- yeah, just lay back,” Jonathan rasped, spreading a generous amount of lube over his cock and rubbing the excess onto his little brother’s hole. He hadn’t expected Will to really know anything about sex, and it was probably those damn nerdy friends of his, exposing him to shit at this age.
Well , he concluded as he pushed inside his little brother, guess I’m not really much better than them.
It wasn’t as hard of a fit as he expected, thankfully, but that wasn’t to say that Will wasn’t tight, because shit, Jonathan goddamn lost his breath for a second when he got half of himself in there. Will’s face seemed to be stuck on an open-mouth smile and Jonathan’s heart twisted in his chest at the sight of it, knowing he was making his brother feel good. He was doing good.
“You see that, bud?” Jonathan called Will’s attention to where he was slowly moving in and out of him, mirroring his speed with the hand in which he stroked Will’s cock. Will propped himself up on his elbows just to watch with Jonathan as his cock disappeared inside of Will. “You and me are connected like this.”
“It feels so… big,” Will mumbled, though the way his eyelids would flutter a little as his eyes rolled with each thrust spoke louder. Jonathan overcame the urge to go harder by stroking Will’s hair, making himself be gentler instead, even as he could see his father in his place, could almost feel the way he’d pound into him without consideration.
“You’ll be that big, you know,” Jonathan told him in a hushed voice, letting his younger brother feel the slow drag of his cock out, then pushing back in with a satisfied breath. Will watched in disbelief.
“Really?” Will asked, and Jonathan smiled, bringing his hand down from Will’s hair to his face to pat him on the cheek.
“Definitely,” Jonathan answered, starting to move a little faster when Will started to move with him insistently. He ran his hand down from Will’s face over his chest, grabbing at it like he would a girl’s – if he ever slept with girls, but he had no idea how to even talk to a girl, let alone how to get one in bed. Will wasn’t too far off from a girl, though, with his soft voice, little tits from prepubescence, his shy personality. Will was like his little sister. “Maybe when you get this big, I’ll let you do this to me.”
“Is it,” Will panted as Jonathan drove harder into him, “is it good?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s good,” Jonathan answered quickly, trying not to lose his rhythm but struggling to multitask at the feeling of Will, so tight and hot around him, and he couldn’t help but move a little faster, rocking the bed. “Remember how my mouth felt?”
“Yeah,” Will moaned, and it was such a raw sound, one made of pleasure. Jonathan ignored his father’s voice in his ear telling him how he ‘hated the silence’ and wanted his boy to ‘make some noise’. Will’s little gasps were borne of pleasure, of want, and Jonathan’s own grunts were the same, unconscious noises of need. “Jonathan, I- I feel it again, please, keep touching me like that.”
“Yeah, focus on that, Will,” Jonathan encouraged him, just as breathless as his brother and losing more breath thinking about Will cumming on his cock. “Focus on how good my fingers feel touching you.”
How good my cock feels in you died on Jonathan’s tongue, because he couldn’t hear the words in his own voice.
“Don’t stop,” Will whined, and Jonathan fucked him harder, as hard as he’d wanted to in the first place, heart pounding as Will’s cock spilled all over his fingers. Jonathan tried not to hurt Will, but there was a ten second timeframe during which he couldn’t even see, couldn’t think, because Will’s hole was fucking milking him, sending him blindly hurtling into his orgasm. He blinked to find he’d scratched up Will’s chest a little with the hand that’d been grabbing at his tit and he picked up his hand slowly.
“Sorry,” he apologized, pushing his cum deep in Will before slowly pulling out. Both of them made uncomfortable sounds at the feeling of coming apart, and if Jonathan didn’t know better, he’d just try and stay buried in his brother for the rest of the night. “Right. Let me, uh.” Jonathan grabbed his camera. “Smile.”
Will smiled big and Jonathan moved into frame to kiss him on the head, snapping the photo and then setting his camera back down to look at his brother.
“You okay, buddy?” Will was staring at him.
“Yeah,” Will said, and that was it. Jonathan, ignoring the guilt that wrapped around his lungs and constricted, leaned forward, hand holding the side of his brother’s jaw, and pressed a kiss to his lips. A short, soft, and humiliatingly chaste kiss. It was then he really felt he had a baby sister, because in that short second, Will moved his lips, too, to really try to give him a kiss.
God. Jonathan kissed his brother. He came inside his brother.
“You should go to bed before Mom wakes up,” Jonathan warned, trying to hide the heavy wave of guilt crashing over him. Will frowned, but seemed to understand that Jonathan did have a point, because he sat up and started looking for his clothes. Jonathan didn’t have to dress him this time, but he could tell from the little yawns that he kept seeing that Will was going to fall asleep as soon as he hit his bed.
Jonathan sent him out with a kiss on the head and Will seemed happy, but all Jonathan could think was what have I gotten myself into?
*
About a week or so later, Jonathan had already developed the new pictures, hid them in the same place. Will would come to Jonathan every other night asking about his art project, staring at him with big eyes, until Jonathan sucked off his little cock or stuffed him with cum.
On the night that Will spent at Mike’s with his friends, Jonathan spent a sick amount of time with the photos he’d gathered spread in his left hand, cock in his right.
Will always acted normal at dinner, though, and that was something Jonathan was grateful for, because he himself could hardly ever stop staring at Will’s lips and would nearly miss his plate entirely because of it. But Will was always normal – at least, that was until he thought it’d be funny to ask over a forkful of potato, “did you get a good grade on that art project?”
Jonathan choked on his bite of pork, and spent the minute after Will asked coughing, rather than answering.
“What art project?” Joyce asked, and Jonathan held up a finger to Will to try and signal him to stop talking. Fuck.
“Photography,” Jonathan wheezed. “Took pictures. Of Will. Photography.”
“Oh, well, that’s sweet,” Joyce sighed and smiled at her boys. “I’m glad you’re getting to use that camera, and that you two are bonding.”
Will smiled devilishly at Jonathan.
Bonding. Yeah, right.