Braden's New Chore

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Chapter 1 ________________

Braden's pov - Friday Night

My brother is careless, a little irresponsible and pretty reckless. He's a good man though, I think. But when it comes to women, he's trouble. At just 23, Nathan already has two kids from two different women and he just told us that now his most recent ex is expecting. He moved back in with Dad and I a few months ago due to all the child support he's paying out. Now with another baby on the way, his finances are going to be absolutely depleted.

I'm just a freshman in college, still living at home since I can easily commute to campus. My dad and I down-sized to a two bedroom townhouse style apartment a few years ago after Nathan moved out. Since we got a smaller place and have one less bedroom now, Nathan and I have to share a room. It's been an adjustment, that's for sure. Dads not too happy about still supporting his two grown kids but he supports my educational goals and doesn't give me too much grief about it. However, he's not too happy with Nathan's actions and this recent news he dropped on us sure pissed him off.

"What the hell are we supposed to do, Nathan?!" My dad raises his voice upon hearing the news. "We're already scraping by on the bare minimum. You're not in these womens lives for a long time but you somehow manage to knock 'em up quick enough. You have no relationship with those kids you already have. What's your plan this time?"

"Uh, I don't know, I guess the court will decide again." Nathan's laissez-faire attitude does nothing to ease dad's stresses.

"Damnit Nathan, you can't keep doing this. You need to make an appointment to get a vasectomy, this is getting out of hand. Can't you at least wear a damn condom?" My dad tried offering a solution to prevent this from happening a fourth time.

Nathan laughs. "No way, I can't do that, a condom takes all the pleasure out of it. I'm going out with the guys tonight but I'll try not to knock up whoever I end up with." He smirks, sure of the stud he is and being able to take home any lucky lady he set his eyes on.

"Like hell you are, you're not leaving this house to run rampant and make more babies to neglect. You're grounded." My dad puts his foot down, trying to prevent another unexpected surprise caused by Nathan's bad decisions.

"You can't ground me, dad. I'm 23." Nathan crosses his arms in defiance.

I sit back, watching the conversation pinball back and forth between my big brother and my dad. I just needed some popcorn to solidify this grade A after school special.

Nathan's always been a rowdy handful, causing chaos and attracting attention. I followed rules and stayed in my lane, I saw his mistakes and did the opposite. Regardless, I still looked up to him in admiration and thought he was the coolest guy.

"So long as you live under my roof, you're gonna follow my rules. I'm making a new one, you're not to fuck another chick so long as you live here." Dad says seriously as he tries to set some boundaries for his oldest son.

"Woah, what the fuck. That's insane, I can't not have sex. I'll go crazy. I'm young and I need to cum, it's unhealthy if I get backed up. Science, dad." Nathan was never great at science, or school in general, so attempting to make a scientific claim was a bit of a stretch on his part.

"Well, that's the way it's gotta be, at least until you get a vasectomy. You're not gonna make me a grandpa for a fourth time." My dad's word was final. He set the rules and we had to follow them. He's never been unreasonable but this new rule was a little extreme.

"What the fuck." Nathan was at a loss for words, there was no way he was going to be able to go through with this. My dad walks out of the room and leaves Nathan there to contemplate his thoughts. Moving out was out of the question, he barely had enough for drinks, food and gas after all the child support payments.

Nathan's always been the cool jock type, never having had a problem scoring a chick or getting a date. Me, on the other hand, have had neither so far. Growing up, watching Nathan have so much confidence and so much luck, I was in awe. And I always felt so other, so alone.

He looks over at me "Can you believe that shit, Braden?"

I just shrug my shoulders and return to reading my book. I've never had sex and I'm doing just fine, sorta. I couldn't really empathize with his situation when mine was the complete opposite.

"What the hell am I going to do?" He mumbles to himself, dumbfounded.

Against dads words, my brother still went out that night, after dad and I called it a night and went to bed. See, Nathans an absolute stud, he stands at 6"2' with broad shoulders, a tight stomach and strong legs. He spends a lot of his free time at the gym when he's not working or knocking up his next ex. So of course he never has problems attracting attention.

He takes after my dad who has similar features, although dad's a little more rugged and stands a little taller. These two guys I spend most of my time with are absolute studs, I couldn't help but compare myself to them. I must've gotten my physique from my mom. I'm only 5"5' with golden hair that's grown out past my shoulders, still have chubby cheeks and my bodies still soft. I'm not fat or anything, I just have a plump butt and for some reason my chest looks a little heavy. My stomachs small though, the fat on my body just seems to go where it normally would on a chick; hips and chest. If I wear clothes big enough I can usually hide it, so I don't mind drowning in fabric. You won't catch me at a pool or changing in a locker room, that's for sure.

I woke up around 2 AM and couldn't fall back asleep so I turned a lamp on and opened a book to read instead of tossing and turning waiting for sleep to return. I was laying on my stomach in my bed, shirtless, when Nathan finally stumbled back home. He plopped down on his bed which was across the room from where mine was. We're mostly accustomed to sharing a room at this point and not driving each other too crazy. If I wasn't awake already, the sounds of his return sure would've woke me up. We quickly acknowledge each other, both knowing the potential trouble he'd be in if dad found out he was out all night. I get up to go to the bathroom, a little self conscious as I'm not usually shirtless unless I'm home alone.

"Dang bro, I never noticed your tits before. When did those come in?" My drunk brother slurs out the words.

"Shut up Nathan, you know they're not tits." I say defensively as I move my hands to try to cover myself up.

"Hey hey, I don't mean to make fun, I'm genuinely curious. I've seen a lot of boobs in my time and yours are better than a lot of 'em. Not too big, just a nice handful. Come here." He reaches for my arm and pulls me closer, I feel the fat on my chest jiggle as he pulls me to him. He's sitting on his bed so my chest is right at his eye level. I tried to squeeze my arms to hide them, but that just squeezed them together and made them look bigger. I was more than a little embarrassed, mortified more like it.

"Damn bro, look at these things. Is that why you're always wearing those oversized tees, trying to hide these puppies? You need to free 'em for the world to see." Nathan then reaches up and softly tweaks each nipple and I involuntarily gasp and slightly moan when he next cups each breast.

"Holy shit bro, these feel great. Do you ever play with them?" He asks, seeming interested.

"Nathan, you're just making fun of me, now stop." I try to step back but he grabs my arm to keep me there as his other hand is still massaging a tit.

"No Braden, really. These things feel awesome, man. Fuck." He places his other hand back on my tit and resumes the massage as he closes his eyes. "You feel really fucking good in my hands. I can pretend you're the hottest babe at the bar tonight and it feels like the real thing. I struck out tonight, Brady, that never happens. I had to leave before anything could happen, dad's stupid rule kept nagging at me in the back of my mind. There was this total babe in a red dress that showed her cleavage off real nice, feeling you up right now is what I'd imagine it feel like if I got to play with her tits." With his eyes closed he's alternating between tweaking my nipples and squeezing my fat chest. It was so uncomfortable but also kind of turning me on.

Hearing him talk like this and show appreciation to my body in a way I've never known before had an effect on my cock, I was trying not to get a boner but I lost the battle and my tiny nub was a rock hard chub. Not that he'll be able to tell, on top of having huge tits and ass for a guy, I was also cursed with a pitiful excuse for a penis. No larger than 4 inches at my hardest but that might be a bit of an embellishment as I've never actually measured.

Panicking, I shrug him off, push past him and head to the bathroom and make a mental note to put a shirt on before Nathan gets up in the morning.

"Alright goodnight, you little tease." Nathan says as he turns out the light and crawls into his own bed. His own massive erection clearly outlined down the left leg of his boxers. By the time I return from the bathroom, he's passed out. I tried to return to my book but I found myself staring at the same paragraph while my mind kept replaying the scene of what just happened.

I couldn't help but touch myself as I relive the feeling of Nathan's hands on me. I turn out the light and lay back in bed and as I have one hand playing with my dick, the other ones playing with my nipples. I've never played with them before but Nathan introduced me to a world of sensations I didn't know existed. I lower my hand from my little nub to rub my taint and then lower to play with my soft, smooth asshole. I rub around the outer rim a few circles, venturing an area of my body I never thought to explore before. It felt good feeling up my tiny, tight rosebud.

I start to apply more pressure and I slide a finger in easy enough and after a few internal strokes, a second soon follows. Deeper and deeper I feel my fingers slide in and out of me, past the second knuckle until I rub my internal love button, imagining my fingers were Nathan's. That he was still admiring my soft skin, squeezing my tits, as he called them, and moaning with pleasure.

As I explore my body I listen to Nathan's deep breathing and for the first time imagine what it'd be like if we shared a bed, not just a room. If, when we fell asleep at night, our bodies mingled and our breathing got quicker and we came together as if I was one of his bimbos he knocked up so frequently. With the fingers of one hand still sliding in and out of my tight hole, and my other hand still pinching my nipples, my pace quickens and I came at that thought. More pleasurably than I can remember ever cuming, I release without inhibitions at the thought of my stud brother touching me, fucking me.

Lost in thoughts of us, my breathing slows down as I relish in the satisfying, post orgasmic bliss, I've never thought of my brother sexually but now I wish I hadn't been so quick to push him off earlier.

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Dad's pov - Saturday morning

What the hell am I going to do? I can't have Nathan running loose around town, procreating every few months with zero intention of settling down or helping out. He's a good, kind man but lately his cocks been making all the wrong decisions for him. I can't blame him really, I was just as horny at his age, but I had his mom and she was just as insatiable as I was. I'm surprised we only ended up with two kids, we were only together for five years in our early twenties and I think we fucked every day of those five years.

As much as Nathan resembles me, Braden gets his looks from his mother. Same golden hair, pouty lips and short stature. Nearly indistinguishable from behind. When he's in the kitchen making a sandwich or something at the counter, it's almost like seeing a ghost from my past. Same wide hips, which have really filled out the past couple of years.

Braden never got into sports or any activities, never was physically inclined like his brother and I. He opted for less strenuous activities; gaming, snacking, reading. His physique matches his lifestyle. I'll watch him play his games sometimes, I especially enjoy it if he's laying on his stomach, his oversized glutes jutting up into the air, barely contained by the seat of his pants. Blessed in the booty, just like his mother. The only time I miss her is when I see Braden and the only thing I miss about her is that fat ass and how it jiggled and slapped against my thighs. She would love when I'd pound her with deep strokes in and out of her ass while she rubbed on her clit til we both came. We were loud about it too, we couldn't help it. She might be a shit person but she was a hell of a good lay.

I'm sitting at the table shirtless, eating breakfast and reading the paper when Braden walks in, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Good morning bud." I greet him and open an arm for a hug. He walks towards me and leans into me as we embrace. Nathan grew out of affection but Braden still doesn't mind a hug or a peck from his old man every now and then. "How'd you sleep?" I ask as I kiss his cheek.

"Good as possible seeing as how Nathan came home drunk and stumbling again." Braden responds a little groggily, turning away to pour himself a bowl of cereal. He's wearing a loose tee and baggy sweats, his usual house clothes. As usual, I couldn't help but admire his ass as he gently shakes out some cereal and his ass slightly jiggles right along.

"Yeah, that kid, I tell ya. I gotta come up with a way to set him straight but he's an adult now. You both are. I guess my parenting days are over but there's gotta be something I can do. I've been contemplating the options but nothing seems plausible." I rack my brain trying to figure out how to get Nathan to stop being so irresponsible.

"Don't beat yourself up about it dad. You're right, Nathan is an adult and is responsible for his actions. He'll wise up eventually." Braden has always been a sweetheart, even when his brother can be a careless dick, Braden still wants the best for him.

"Look at you, how'd you grow up to be so smart?" I get up to give him a bigger hug and kiss him on his forehead.

"I have a smart dad. You'll figure something out." Braden reassures me. I feel him breathe deep as we embrace, his hands rubbing my lower back as my chest hair tickles his face. He feels good in my arms and he seems to enjoy it as well as he nuzzles into my chest. He looks up at me and smiles and I smile back before kissing his forehead again. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too Brady." We continue to embrace, just standing there, enjoying the closeness of each other as I rub his back. Eventually I step back and smile. "I'll have to talk to him later after I come up with something. What are your plans for the day?"

"Same as usual, homework and video games." He laughs a little at the monotony, not bothered by his simple schedule in the slightest.

"No hot date tonight?" I playfully ask but I already know the answer, it never changes.

"Ha ha dad, of course not." He rolls his eyes and slightly smiles to cover up any true disappointment he may feel about it.

"I got one son that fucks too much and one that doesn't at all." I laugh at the irony and notice Braden fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm just teasing ya, I'm proud of you, ya know. Its okay to wait, it'll make it that much more meaningful when you finally do trust somebody enough to take it there. I just hope you find it before your retirement." I rib him a bit, trying to keep the mood light. Braden's a catch and someday he'll be appreciated when somebody takes the time to get to know him.

"Dad come on, I'm only 18. It's gonna happen eventually, besides I'm not really anyone's type." I notice he says anyone as opposed to any girl, he has yet to come out to me yet but I've had my suspicions and the wifi history provided confirmation.

"What do you talk? You're a stud. You may not look like your brother and I but you look great in your own way, no doubt." I reassure him.

"I don't know about that." It made me sad to see Braden so down, my sweet baby boy, my youngest son.

That's when the gears started turning..

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Nathan's pov

I roll over, hungover as fuck and check the time on my phone. It's almost noon, can't really sleep much later without my dad bugging me about it. Ahh damn, I always wake up so horny. I never have an issue emptying my nuts, day or night there's always some hot chick willing and waiting to take my load. I never had to put too much effort into it, it comes easy to me. It looks like it'll be a different story here on our since my dad grounded me like I'm some stupid kid or something. I gotta get my dick wet, it's a God given right.

I slowly sit up and swing my legs over the bed, fighting the hangover induced vertigo and stretch my arms up and feel the pull of my muscles. I'm not massive but my 6"2' frame carries 220 lbs of lean muscle every lady is fond of and gym bros are always asking me for workout tips.

I get up and walk out of my room in just my boxers, I sleep shirtless and don't mind walking around the house in next to nothing. Gotta be comfortable. I relieve myself in the bathroom, even flaccid my dick is six inches, gaining another two when I'm hard. I've never had a complaint in the bedroom, I know how to make a chick climax. I can feel it when she squeezes on me, hear it in the way she breaths. God damn, just thinking about it is making me horny. I didn't get off last night and I definitely can't go 2 nights with a sack full of cum, screw the rules, I gotta find a babe tonight.

I leave the bathroom and walk down the hall, Braden's sitting on the couch watching TV in large, loose shirt and sweats. I'm recalling a vague memory from last night, I think he was still awake when I got home but I couldn't tell you what we talked about.

"Morning Braden, what are you watching?" I ask as I walk into the living room.

"Nothing that would peak your interest." He replies, almost condescendingly.

"Oh yeah? Try me." I walk over to the couch where he's sitting and plop down next to him.

"It's a world history show but the lady who does the interviews asks dumb questions and acts aloof. It's pretty funny." He smiles as he responds, clearly entertained by the show.

I pretend to snort, snore and drop my head as if I'm falling asleep. "actually bud, I think you were right about me not being interested." I rub his head, playfully mussing his hair.

"Don't be a dick." He pouts as a result of me sucking the enjoyment out of his entertainment.

"What'd you say little bro?" I lean over him and start to tickle him, teasing the sides of his rib cage, making him laugh uncontrollably. As I'm touching his body, I recall glimpses of last night and remember Braden was shirtless.

"Okay okay, I give. I take it back." He says between fits of laughter. The smile lights up his face making me smile as well.

"That's what I thought." I sit back down and have to adjust myself a bit, touching Braden had me a little hardened. Man I was gonna be in for a really hard time if I can't get off everyday.

Dad enters the living room a little bit later, "Well look who decided to join the land of the living. Hungover, Nathan?"

"A little bit, it'll wear off." I reply shortly, still mad about the punishment.

"Here, have a breakfast beer, it'll help you recover a bit." He tosses a can at me.

"Oh hell yeah, thanks pops." Okay that helped lessen my anger a bit. I pop the top and take a fat swig of it, offering the can to Braden I ask if he wants a sip, already knowing the answer.