Brother's Little Dick Works Fine

This is a long story. This is an erotic story that includes incest. Do not read if you are not at least 18. Published exclusively to Literotica. Copyright (C) 2020 LongFreezingWinters.

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I was sitting under a blanket in my fuzzy pajamas with morning cartoons playing in the background. It was the day after Christmas, and I was multitasking between the television and using an Apple gift card to buy a series I wanted to binge-watch over my break from school. Mom walked into the family room holding two mugs and sat one on the end table next to me. She was also dressed in pajamas and a robe with huge fluffy slippers on her feet. She sat next to me on the couch.

"What are you up to?" Mom asked.

"Just using my Apple gift card from Grandma. You can change the channel if you want to."

Mom took the remote I offered to her, and I picked up the mug she brought me. I expected hot chocolate but was delighted to find coffee instead. I took a sip and then looked at the mug.

"Is there something wrong with your coffee?" Mom asked.

"Mom. Is there alcohol in this coffee?"

"Oh, shoot. I added some Bailey's to mine, and I must have put some in your mug as well."

"Are you ok? You're not getting Alzheimer's or something?"

"No. I'm just a little distracted."

I put down my phone and moved closer to Mom so our arms and shoulders were touching.

"As you always say, a problem shared is a problem solved," I said.

"I'm worried about Zach."

"Do you need me to go beat him up?" I teased.

"He didn't seem happy with his Christmas gifts. In fact, he's been moping ever since you two turned eighteen a few weeks ago. Do you have any idea what's wrong with him?"

That was a good question. Zach is my little brother by fourteen minutes. We were close growing up until we started high school. Then the pull of friends, sports for me, clubs for him, and schoolwork eroded the twin bond we shared until we were simply like any other brother and sister. December had been busy for me. I was a senior in high school and co-captain of the girls' varsity basketball team. We had a solid team this year, so our coach was pushing for every practice she could schedule. As a result, I had not paid much attention to what was happening in Zach's life.

"Mom. You just made me realize how I've been so busy this month that I haven't talked much to Zach. I'll let you know what I find out."

"Thanks, Belle."

* * *

After finishing my coffee and enjoying the warmth of Bailey's Irish Cream in my tummy, I went upstairs to torment Zach.

I knocked on his door, but he did not answer. I cracked it open and called into his room.

"Hey, numb nuts. Put your dick away so I can come in."

No response.

Normally we were extremely respectful of each other's privacy. We always knocked before entering the other's bedroom. I peeked into his room, and Zach was still asleep on his side, facing out towards the door, which I flung open.

"Bonsai!"

I ran and jumped on his bed. I was bouncing up and down, shaking him awake.

"What the fuck! Belle. I was dead asleep," Zach said.

I kneeled over Zach's hips as he remained curled up on his side.

"Were you up all night jerking off or just playing video games."

"Fuck. What time is it?"

"It's a little after nine. What time did you go to bed, you little shit?"

"About four-thirty. And I was playing WoW with Brian and Jerome."

"And if I check your wastebasket, I'm not going to find a bunch of fresh tissues?"

"Belle. You're fucked up."

"Jeez. Pull that stick out of your ass."

"I just woke up. I only slept a few hours. Go away."

"Nope. I'm on a mission from Mom."

"What does Mom want? I took out all of the trash last night."

"She said that you're fucked up, and I'm supposed to fix you. I told her it was probably impossible, but I would try anyway."

"Can't you bother me later?"

"Nope. Becky and I are getting the team together after lunch for an informal practice. I only have a few hours to fix you."

"Nothing is wrong with me. Go away."

There was only one thing left to do. Zach hated to be tickled. Hated it. I got in a solid five seconds of tickling before he started fighting back. I'm five foot five inches and 105 pounds of solid muscle. I'm not kidding. The only soft parts of my body were my lips and my intimate areas. I doubled up in sports. In the Fall, I played soccer and track. Winter was basketball and indoor track (I never had time for practice because of basketball, but I made it to most track meets). Spring was softball, and dare I say it, more track. What can I say? I loved to run. Now Zach had the DNA to be a jock, but not the inclination. He was five feet, ten inches, and about 165 pounds. Zack was in fair shape for not being active besides mandatory gym. If he put some dedication into working out, he would have a pretty nice body. But Zach was more sensitive than I was. We used to joke that our bodies were switched in the womb. Where I was sports, sports, and more sports, Zach was on the Debate Team, Mock Trial, Yearbook, and the Gaming club. He could also sing well but stopped after a music or art class was no longer mandatory after our Sophomore year of high school. So while Zach wasn't as physically fit as I was, he was still a guy, larger and in general stronger. Zach grabbed my hands and pushed me away. In a flash, he rolled me over onto my back and began tickling me. I started tearing up I was laughing so hard, begging him to stop. When he did, Zach leaned over, his nose only a couple of inches from my own.

"No more," Zach said.

The last time I remembered we were in this situation, where I initiated a tickling attack, and Zach held me down until he won, I think we were eleven or twelve. My eyes watered up again, this time in reminiscence. What had happened to us? So many years passed since I felt this close to my brother. I sat up quickly, and before he could react, I quickly kissed Zach on the tip of his nose.

"Twin Kiss. I win." I said.

And Zach broke down crying.

So there was something wrong and I, living in my little world, missed it. I put one arm around his back and the other behind his head and pulled Zach down so his face was buried in my neck. I could feel his tears sliding down my skin as he sobbed. I kept telling him that everything would be alright, and I loved him. When he finally calmed down, Zach rolled onto his side. I kept my arms wrapped around him but let enough room so I could look into his face.

"Bee. I didn't think anyone loved me anymore," Zach said.

"Oh. Zee. Of course, I love you."

I wiped his tears away with my fingers.

"What made you think that nobody loves you?"

"When we started pulling away at the beginning of high school, I wasn't too concerned because I figured I would have a girlfriend to fill in the void. But here I am, halfway through my senior year of high school, and I haven't had one single girlfriend."

"That's not a big deal. I've only had two boyfriends, and the longest was for a little over two months."

"But you go on dates all of the time."

"I don't go on a lot of dates. Maybe more than you have. But I'm not serious about anyone. I don't have the time."

"How many dates have you gone on this year?"

"I don't know. Four or five."

"With how many different guys?"

"Zachery Martin Mitchell. Are you implying something?"

Zach's eyes widened. "No! It's that you went on more dates with different people this year than I had during all of high school."

"Why do you think that is?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Look. Neither of us will ever be mistaken for models, but we're also not hideous chads. You're not shy in general, and I know you have female friends. So, what's the problem?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on, Zee."

It took over ten minutes of wheedling until Zach finally gave me some sort of an answer.

"Look. I've only kissed one girl, and that was the day after we turned eighteen, and she basically told me to come back once I learned how to kiss."

"Harsh. Who did you kiss?"

"I'm not telling you that."

"Look, Zach. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It doesn't matter to me, but it will definitely matter to you."

Zach sighed.

"Fine. Samantha Aitcheson."

"Wow. Samantha is pretty slutty. If anyone knew about kissing, it would be her. So you had two bad experiences, and you gave up?"

"Yup."

"Jesus. I think we were switched in the womb. Boys are supposed to be so horny that nothing stops them. Do you know who Wayne Gretzky is?"

"Famous hockey player."

"Right. And he said that he missed every shot on goal he never took or something like that. Or as Dad would say, you need to get back up on that horse."

"But I think I've waited too long. Now I'll really be a joke."

"Maybe I'll just have to help you find a nice girl who is willing to teach you."

* * *

What Zach did not realize is that Samantha Aitcheson was the backup shooting guard on my basketball team. After practice later that afternoon, I sat next to Samantha wrapped in a towel in the locker room as she was drying her hair.

"Hey, Sam."

"Hey, Belle."

"Your shooting is improving. You keep that up, and you'll be taking over Yvonne's starting position."

"Shut up. I'm just thrilled to get playing time subbing for her."

"Hey. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Zach said that you two went on a date recently?"

"Is that a question?"

"Did you?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I think he liked you."

"I like him. He's a nice guy."

"So why didn't you two ever date?"

"We never went on a real date. We snuck in the baseball dugout one day after school."

"So, what happened?"

"Nothing. It was cold out."

"Really? Nothing."

"He's not still crushing on me or something, is he?"

"No. Not at all. I like you, and it would have been nice if you two decided to date. That's all."

"Ok."

Before I left the locker room, I texted my best friend Megan, who lived three houses down from my house to see if she was home. We had been friends since Kindergarten and best friends since middle school. Megan had the coolest birthday, October 31, and turned eighteen several weeks before Zach and I did. I drove home, went inside to drop off my bag and tell Mom where I would be, and walked over to Megan's house.

Twenty minutes later, after swearing Megan to secrecy, I shared Zach's problem as we sat on her bed.

"So, do you have some master plan?" Megan asked.

She knew me too well.

"We need to find somebody willing to teach Zach how to kiss and build up his confidence."

Megan darted away from me. "You're not thinking..."

"Fuck no," I quickly said, realizing the mistake I made. "I'd never ask you to do that."

"You had me worried."

"Is there a problem with Zach?"

"Not at all. It's just that we grew up together. He's like a brother to me."

"Do you have any idea why he has no luck with the ladies?"

"Not at all. I know he likes girls. I catch him looking every chance he can at Ava Aranibar's mega rack at Yearbook."

"No shit. I'm not into girls, and I look at Ava's huge rack every time I see her."

We both laughed. Ava's breasts started exploding in seventh grade. She was a legend by eighth grade and a Wonder of the World by ninth grade. I once saw a car accident when a guy was too busy watching Ava walk down the sidewalk and ran into a car that stopped in front of him.

"I think we need a candidate who is either willing to be his teacher or wanting to learn at the same time."

"There are some cute Freshmen girls."

"He's eighteen. That's fucking creepy."

"Or maybe you could help him find a nice girl who falls in love with him and is willing to be patient."

"That's a possibility. If we go that route, we'll still need to build up his confidence first."

"We Kemosabe? I love you guys, but I am not going to be an active participant in you pimping out some girl for Zach."

"Fuck you. I'm not trying to get him laid, just get him a few dates."

"With boys, it's always about getting laid."

"Not all boys."

"When was the last time you went on a date, and the guy didn't try to fuck you?"

I stood up and stretched my arms over my head, so the six-pack on my stomach was visible.

"Everybody wants a piece of this."

"I'm straight as hell, and I want a piece of that."

"If I thought you wouldn't become an addict, I'd let you try."

"Slut."

"Bitch."

I sighed and sat back down on the bed.

"Any ideas?" I asked.

Megan thought for a moment.

"I'll have to think about this one. However, for some reason, Occam's Razor comes to mind," Megan said.

I'm a B and C student, but Megan was straight A's like my brother. I spun my hand in the air, telling her to hurry up and explain.

"It's a way to solve problems. The actual explanation is a little obtuse. The way they describe it in the movies is that the simplest answer is the most likely one."

"Thanks for nothing," I grinned.

"Always happy to help my best friend pimp her brother."

* * *

When I got home, I went directly to Zach's room. His door was closed, but I could hear him talking nerd language. I softly knocked, waited a few seconds, and opened the door to peek in. He was sitting in front of his computer, wearing his headset. He saw movement in his peripheral vision and slightly turned his head to see me. I entered his room and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and continued to play.

I got a text later in the afternoon that gave me the germination of a plan.

I left the door to my room open and did my own thing while waiting for dinner. When Mom finally called for dinner, she yelled three times before Zach emerged from his room.

"Hey. Come in here for a second," I called out.

Zach stopped in my doorway. "What's up?"

I got up from where I was sitting on my bed and put an arm around his back, giving him a brief hug. I stood back slightly and left one hand on his hip.

"We need to spend more time together," I said.

"Ok. But the guys expect me back in thirty minutes. We have a raid planned for eight."

"You speak, but I only hear nerd," I laughed. When he frowned, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I am invoking Big Sister Privilege. You are mine to command starting Friday morning until I release you to go to bed."

"I'd love to, but I've got plans with the guys on Friday."

"Playing your game?"

"Yeah."

"No. You can save goblin princesses later or whatever you guys do before you do an online jerk off. You are taking me to a party."

"What?"

"The Wilson boys are having one of their famous house parties on Friday."

"Belle. I don't feel like partying with a bunch of jocks."

"You haven't been to one of their parties, have you?"

"Nope."

"Everyone goes. Virtually every social group is represented."

"Why do you want me to go to this party?"

"Because I'm going to be your Yoda. No pressure to score, but I want to see your game and give you some pointers."

Mom called again.

"Hey, Mom," I yelled back. "Zach is with me. We'll be there in just a minute."

"Look. I will not abandon you unless you tell me to get lost."

"I'm not sure about this."

"I'll tell you what. Let's do a reward system. For everything that you do right, I'll give you a gold star, and I'll be liberal with handing out the stars. Talking with a girl in an actual conversation is one star. Dancing with a girl is five stars. Every kiss you collect that I can confirm will be ten stars. For every ten stars you earn, I'll do one of your chores next week. If you get a hundred stars, I'll do your chores for a month."

"Dishes. Laundry. Trash. Everything?"

"Sure."

"I only have like five regular chores. What happens if I score over fifty stars and less than one hundred?"

I was slightly annoyed that Mr. Brains had already found a flaw in my thinking but also thrilled that he was contemplating the upside if he went to the party.

"When you hit fifty stars, I'll tell you that it is time to 'go for broke.' If you want me to do your chores for a month, you'll have to earn it."

"For fifty stars, you do my chores for two weeks."

Negotiation. Girls love negotiation. I could live with his counterproposal.

I pulled his head down and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Twin Promise," I said.

Zach kissed me on the tip of my nose. "Twin Promise," he said. He then leaned down and hesitated, his lips almost touching my cheek. I could feel his breath on my skin. He then placed a soft, loving kiss on my cheek.

I blushed and slapped his chest.

"Jeez. You made me feel all girly and shit," I said.

His smile was the biggest I had seen in ages.

At dinner, I told Mom and Dad that Zach and I were planning on spending Friday together and that he was going with Megan and me to a party on Friday night. The Wilson boys threw parties that were infamous even among the parents, and our parents were not overly happy with my announcement. I had come home drunk from the previous year's party and was hungover for two days. I explained I had learned my lesson, and Zach was going to be my 'date' so I would not get into trouble. Dad just shook his head, but I could tell that Mom was happy that Zach and I were going to spend time together.

I texted Megan after dinner with my plan. I begged her to be the designated driver so I could drink at the party. Megan was not thrilled and told me that I owed her a huge favor to be named later.

The next day was Thursday, and I made a few additions to my plan. Formal basketball practice for three hours in the afternoon gave me a nice break from overthinking Friday. Later that evening, Zach asked me what time I wanted him to be ready on Friday. I told him that I knew he wanted to play his game late into the night, but I wanted him ready to go by ten in the morning. Zach nodded his head and went back to his room.

At ten the next morning, we were ready to go. Zach drove us to the mall, which was forty minutes from home. I took him to a hair salon that I heard had a good reputation for doing cuts for guys.

"Are you getting your hair done for the party?" Zach asked.

"No. You are."

"What the fuck?"

"Twin Promise."

Zach sighed and rolled his eyes. I took his hand and led him inside.

"Hi. We have an eleven o'clock appointment," I said to the bored girl at the counter.

"Sure. We're a little short-staffed this morning. Let me check and see who is available," she said.

A couple of minutes later, a tall, handsome young black man came out to greet us.

"Hi. I'm Anthony. Is this your first time with us?"

"Hi, Anthony. I'm Isabelle. Your salon was highly recommended by a friend of mine."

"That's sweet of your friend. And what can I do for you today?"

I pointed at Zach's head.

"I need you to fix my boyfriend."

Zach's head snapped around and he looked at me with huge eyes.

"Honey," laughed Anthony. "I'm a miracle worker, but I'm only fixing hair at the moment."

"Honey," I sassed back. "You fix his hair and I'll take care of the rest."

"I like you. I was going to ask you to wait until someone was free, but I'll fit you in and take care of you myself. Follow me, handsome."

Anthony directed Zach to sit in a stylist chair. Anthony played with Zach's hair and walked around to study him for a minute.

"Is this a home renovation or is there a special occasion?" asked Anthony.

"Both. We're going to our first party together tonight. I need to make sure the other girls are a little jealous."

"You're not letting this boy dress himself, are you?"

"Hell no. But I'm open to all suggestions from a fashion master like yourself."

"I like a girl who has no fear to hand out some RESPECT."

Thirty minutes later, Zach's hair looked like a male model's out of a magazine. Anthony cut Zach's hair tight on the sides and left a couple of inches on top. Anthony was one of the funniest people I met, and even Zach loosed up and was throwing back shade by the time we were done.