"Hey, hey, it's ok Kevin," said Danny, leaning over to put an arm around
the softly crying former teen. "It's ok, you're just little is all. It's
kinda normal." This did not quite have the calming effect he hoped for, and
Kevin sobbed in response. Danny was almost as upset by this reaction as his
brother seemed to be over his nighttime accident. Despite it all, he had
never wanted to hurt Kevin. Just change his perspective for a while. He
seemed to have succeeded way beyond anything he'd expected.
"Don't worry!" he said, giving a reassuring smile. "I'll help get you all
cleaned up. It'll be ok, I promise."
"You- you will?" Kevin stammered, fighting back tears, searching for the
emotional maturity and control that seemed to suddenly be missing.
"Of course I will," Danny replied, and pulled the damp little boy into a
hug. This finally seemed to help calm to the younger boy, settling him
enough to remember to ask some important questions.
"Danny?" asked Kevin, "Why am I so little? I'm not sposdta be little, am? I
thought I was big. How come I'm not the big brother?" The questions came
tumbling out with little pause or consideration, as Kevin processed his new
"Don't worry about it too much, ok Kevin?" Danny hesitated only slightly,
wondering if his brother had forgotten the previous night's activity
somehow. "We'll figure it out, but don't you want to get out of all this
wet stuff first?" said Danny, waving an arm expansively toward the soaked
sheets. Kevin nodded two big nods in affirmation, and started to
disentangle himself from the liquid-heavy sheets, rolling into a sitting
position on the edge of the bed. He hesitated, peering down at the floor,
the drop to the floor suddenly seeming scarily far down, his feet dangling
rather than planting firmly on the ground as he instinctively
expected. Danny followed suit on the opposite side, albeit without the need
for pause or consideration. As Kevin pondered his climb off the bed, Danny
began to strip the bed of its sodden coverings. As he did, he realized that
whatever other inconveniences it brought, Kevin's nighttime drenching had
done much to wash away whatever dried remnants of his explosive orgasmic
eruption had been left on the now-younger boy's body and sheets.
It took Kevin several seconds to build up the courage to finally take the
short hop off the edge of the mattress, on to the floor. He expected to
tumble and fall, but he was surprised to find himself land lightly on his
feet, the jolt of the impact greatly decreased thanks to his dramatically
lighter body. When he turned around, he saw that Danny had bundled all the
wet sheets up, and was getting ready to carry them to the laundry
room. Kevin knew he'd promised to help clean up, and it had made him feel
better, but after the moment had passed he really hadn't expected Danny to
follow through. He watched in mild fascination, but his mood abruptly
changed when the bigger boy stepped toward the door to leave the room.
"Danny?" said Kevin, calling out his brother's name once more, surprised at
his own sudden sense of insecure panic. "Where are you going?" Danny
"Just to the laundry room. Stay here, I'll be right back, ok?" Kevin found
he abruptly really did not want to be left alone. The look of childish
fear, with the apparent promise of tears not far behind, was not lost on
Danny. "I won't be long, I promise," he said, still smiling kindly. It was
getting more and more obvious to him that Kevin hadn't merely gotten
physically younger. He wondered if it had anything to do with his desperate
application of his goo to Danny's head. After all, there was that warning
on the bottle, however vague it had been. Had he made a mistake? Either
way, he was going to make the best of it.
Kevin squeaked out an unhappy "Ok" and watched his bigger brother leave. He
stared at the empty doorway, and listened to the sounds of the washing
machine being loaded and started up. He felt small and insecure, and he
didn't want to be alone right now. He guessed he actually was pretty small
for real, and couldn't understand it.
"I'm back!" said Danny, reappearing in the doorway, changed into clean, dry
clothes while he'd stepped out. Kevin was immediately relieved, his
concerns washed away by the sight of the big twelve-year-old. He wondered
how long his brother actually been gone. It sure had felt like a long time,
like an hour or something! His sense of time, like his emotional control,
was not serving him well. "How about we get you cleaned up, huh? You want
to take a shower?"
The smaller boy shook his head yes. "Ok Danny," he said. Danny smiled and
stepped forward, and took gentle hold of Kevin's hand. Danny seemed so big
next to him, at once intimidating and reassuring, as the larger hand
enveloped his own. Suddenly feeling shy, he fell quiet as Danny lead him
into the bathroom.
While he'd already started coming to grips with his new, smaller size in
the bedroom, the bathroom was something of a revelation even so. Where
yesterday Kevin had admired himself in the bathroom mirror, today he was
hardly more than head and shoulders above the countertop, requiring a
distinct upward glance to see himself. He'd need a stool to wash his hands
right, he thought. A glance at the toilet dragged up long forgotten fears
of falling in, though he was pretty sure he was still big enough to use it
like a big boy.
The bathtub, however, made him rethink his claim he was big enough to take
a shower. The rim of the tub, formerly an easily stepped-over obstacle, was
now a formidable barrier, a more than knee-high wall he'd practically have
to climb over. He could see he'd have to be inside before he could even try
to turn the knobs for the faucet, and he wondered if he even could. They
were really big compared to his little hands, and he thought they were kind
of hard to turn, even when he'd been a big teenager. To top it all off, the
shower head was way, way out of reach, and he couldn't adjust the spray
even if he wanted to.
Meanwhile, Danny was already leaning in to get the water going, saying
something Kevin didn't quite catch about the water. He was smiling, but
Kevin wasn't reassured. Instead, he was hit by a sudden panic, and tried to
back away, tugging against his brother's grip. It felt way too strong to
slip away, even if he wanted to, and he knew Danny wasn't even trying to
hold him there.
"I don't need a shower Danny," he said, halfway hiding behind his brother
"Don't be silly. You know you do. Come on," said Danny, not sure what the
problem was. Then, following his brother's nervous gaze, he made the
connection. He couldn't help be feel a mixture of amusement and
satisfaction seeing his shrunken sibling so insecure about something so
simple, but it wasn't something he relished. Instead, he knelt down, and
pulled the boy into a hug.
"Would you rather take a bath instead?" Kevin nodded, a pleading look on
"Ok, we can do that instead," Danny said, turning off the shower and
plugging the drain, letting the warm water fill the tub. "You think that's
enough?" he asked, once the tub was about halfway full.
"Yeah, probly," said Kevin, absently chewing on a knuckle as he slowly
"Then let's get you in the bath," Danny said, hugging the smaller boy once
more, and then carefully picking him up. It was a little effort for the
slightly undersized twelve-year-old, but Kevin was small enough now he
could easily manage it long enough to lift him over the rim, and set him
carefully down into the warm water.
"It's not too hot, is it? Too cold?" asked Danny, shutting off the faucets.
"No..," Kevin replied, feeling smaller than ever, not sure what to do now.
"That's good," said Danny, straightening back up. This was, he realized,
the first moment he'd had to really get a good look at the new Kevin. Yes,
gone was the tall, athletic, and mature teen. In his place was very much a
little boy, soft and round, but delicate. Danny vaguely remembered his
brother like this, but at the time he'd been smaller and younger too, and
Kevin had still been the bigger, bullying brother. It was hard to see that
rough and tumble kid in this lost-looking little boy. One part of him
didn't seem to lack any confidence though, and it made Danny grin when he
"Hey, you've got a stiffy, huh?"
Kevin looked confused, then mortified, looking down and covering himself
with his hands. He'd been naked this whole time, but it never even occurred
to him. His little three inch prick was standing at full attention,
sticking straight ahead, cocked slightly upward, like a little finger
pointing straight at his formerly little brother. He tried to remember just
when it had happened.
"It's been like that since I woke up," he muttered, red faced. It had, too,
though he had no idea why.
"Well don't worry about it," said Danny. "It happens at any age, I
think. Even little kids."
"But I'm NOT a little-," protested Kevin. "Not a little kid for really," he
finished, his little surge of misplaced teenage pride dying out,
"I know, I know," said Danny. "I didn't mean anything by it. Why not sit
down, and I'll get you a wash cloth, so you can wash up."
Danny didn't wait for an answer, and opened up the cabinet above the
toilet. It was a slight reach for the bigger brother but, just like shower,
Kevin realized it would have been impossible to reach it himself. He sat
down into the water, pouting a bit, splashing the water on himself
lightly. It was actually pretty relaxing and soothing, though the warmth
was making his embarrassingly little stiffy feel extra good in ways he
wasn't sure he wanted to think about. Now that he was really aware of the
persistent hardness down there, it was getting kind of hard to ignore. His
thoughts were interrupted when Danny squatted down to give him the
washcloth. Lost in the sensations of the bath, Kevin reddened again when he
realized he'd been playing with himself without realizing it. He hoped
Danny hadn't noticed either.
"You need any help?" he asked.
"I wash myself," complained Kevin, squirming and pulling up his knees,
trying to cover up both himself and his embarrassing behavior.
"Ok, ok. Just, lemme know if there's anything I can do." Danny stepped back
and had a seat on the toilet seat cover.
Kevin blushed again when he realized Danny was going to keep watching.
"Do you have to watch?" he asked. He couldn't help but remember the other
night, catching Danny peeping. It was surreal, like it had happened to
someone else, though. This time he wasn't angry; just embarrassed.
"You're a lot smaller now. I just wanna make sure nothing happens to you,"
"Hrmph," grunted Kevin, deciding he had a point. Fumbling with the soap a
bit, he got to the business of washing himself up. It was a strange
experience, familiar yet alien, but it gave an opportunity to explore his
body and see how much it had changed. He couldn't believe of smooth and
clear his skin was, and he was really soft and round all over. He
remembered how different his teen body had looked, but it didn't feel like
him anymore. Different as it was, his younger body felt pretty
natural. More or less.
"Hey, be sure and get between your legs. You need it there most of all,"
Danny pointed out. Lost in his exploration, Kevin flushed again, briefly
certain he was being teased about his stiff little dick, before remembering
why he needed a bath in the first place: he'd wet the bed. The memory
didn't help the red in his cheeks go away any faster.
"Geez, Danny," Kevin complained, but he picked up the cloth anyway,
scrubbing under the water. The stimulation was incredibly distracting, and
he pulled away after only a few moments. He was embarrassed of how it
probably looked, and even more by how it felt. To take his mind off it, he
decided to lay back to rinse out his hair. It was actually kind of awesome
to be able to fit in the tub like this and submerse himself, without being
cramped or uncomfortable. He was starting to remember why he liked baths so
much when he was little the first time. As he sat up, though, he realized
his little stiffy had been standing up out of the water like the periscope
on a submarine. He quickly returned to his more modest sitting position in
the water, certain he'd lost whatever dignity he had left.
Danny had seen, though he'd gotten more of a kick out of his brother's
round little tummy on display than his wiener. It was quite a change from
the flat, muscular midsection he'd had before. He tried not let his
enjoyment show, and stood up to retrieve a towel instead.
"I guess you're clean now? You all done?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Kevin. He stood up, water cascading down his young body, and
tried to cover himself up with the washcloth. He lost his grip on it,
though, when Danny suddenly reached under his arms, and once again lifted
him back over the edge of the tub, and stood him back down on the bath
mat. With little more than a peep of surprise, he was suddenly enveloped in
a soft, fluffy towel. The yellow terrycloth wrapped around his entire body,
draping over his shoulders and hanging to his knees. He wondered where
Danny had found such a huge towel, only to realize it was one he'd used
many times, only back then it had been wrapped around his waist, and
provided far less coverage. With a small sigh, a mix of resignation and
relief, he held the towel closed with one hand, and took Danny's hand in
the other when offered.
Kevin dug into his Lucky Charms with relish, the sugary cereal tasting a
lot better than he remembered. He was sure he could eat two or three bowls
full, but in truth he was starting to get full only halfway through his
first. He kicked his feet a bit as he ate, feeling full of energy after the
bath. He'd needed help getting up into the chair, especially after Danny
had piled a few cushions on top of the seat so Kevin could actually reach
over the table to eat comfortably.
Breakfast was a welcome distraction, especially after the minor fiasco of
trying to find Kevin something to wear. After much digging, Danny found
some Pokémon underwear he'd held on to purely out of nostalgia, and an
extra small t-shirt, both of which were still a bit large on little
Kevin. Still, he was covered, and grateful. Even if the fabric rubbed him
in funny sorts of ways, now and then.
Danny ate at a slower pace, watching his newly younger brother eat. Even
so, he'd already finished most of his own cereal, leaving only a small pool
of milk behind. It was good timing, as Kevin soon pushed his half-full bowl
away, clearly finished, though just as clearly wishing he could fit a bit
more in. He didn't seem to realize he'd managed to splash milk on his shirt
in the process.
His tummy full, the important business of breakfast was finished, Kevin
started thinking of other important things. Danny, seeing the cutely
serious _expression_ on his face, braced himself for the coming questions,
frankly surprised it had taken this long to get back to them.
"I'm not sposdta be little, right Danny? I was bigger before," Kevin
asked. His tone was careful and deliberate, despite the childish
"You were," nodded Danny. He was curious now. "Do you remember how big?"
"Well yeah," Kevin replied matter-of-factly. "I'm ten- wait." He knew he
wasn't supposed to be ten. That was the last time he'd wet the bed before
today, a happy day, but that was years ago. Danny watched him count off on
his fingers, trying to work it out. "Thirteen?"
"Close enough," agreed Danny. He didn't think it would help right now to
mention he'd been closer to fifteen than thirteen at this point. For his
part, Kevin completely missed the fact that his question hadn't been
"Well... what happened? How'd I get little again?" This was the question
Danny was expecting, and he'd been quietly rehearsing just what he'd say.
"Do you remember that stuff you took from dad's cabinet?" he asked. Kevin
nodded. "Well I kinda saw you using it. You know, when you were playing
with yourself. I thought you were studying or asleep, but you weren't."
Kevin's _expression_ was a mixture of embarrassment, annoyance, and anger as
the fuzzy memory of how his teenage self would have reacted bubbled hazily
to the surface. Danny continued.
"I didn't mean to keep watching, but while I was standing there, you
started getting smaller. I dunno know how, but that stuff made you get
younger and younger." He paused to reflect on his words. "You, um, looked
like you were really, really enjoying it. It didn't look like you even
could tell stuff was happening to you. But it was. I think maybe you used
too much, because when you were all finished, you know, squirting and
stuff, you were this big, and you fell asleep. I didn't want to leave you
alone, so I laid down with you." Everything he'd just said was entirely
true; just lacking some important details. He didn't like lying that way,
but he didn't think the real truth was going to help him.
"You were peepin' on me?" he said, definitely annoyed. There was none of
the fury there he'd shown in previous nights though. Instead, he was mostly
sheepish at having been caught jerking off at all. Vaguely, he was actually
a little surprised Danny even knew much about that. He was pretty glad he
wasn't having to explain. It would have just looked silly.
"I- I'm sorry, I really am," stammered Danny, speaking for both what was
said, and was left unsaid. Kevin had something else on his mind though.
"I'm kinda afraid it's still doin' stuff to me Danny," he said, a plaintive
whine creeping in to his voice.
"Huh? Why?" asked Danny.
"Well, you said it was makin' me feel really extra good and stuff down
there. And I, I kinda remember that part," he said.
Danny nodded, nervous.
"I'm still all hard and stuff Danny. I keep hafin' to stop playing with
myself, and it's really hard not to! Even your old undies are makin' me
feel like I gotta put my hands in my pants, 'cause it keeps rubbing my
stiffie." The regressed boy paused to take a breath. "Can't you please help
me make it go away??"
Danny was stunned as his brother, tears welling up, squirming in his chair,
hands now definitely in his lap, begged him for help. Not knowing what else
to do, he got up from his chair and crossed the few short steps around the
table to his brother's side.
"What can I do?"
"Just... just make it go away!" he wailed, leaning back in his chair,
thrusting the hard little rod upward, hands on either side of it. The
Pikachu-print fabric tented dramatically, and Kevin whined in erotic
frustration. Overcome by the desperation in the young boy's voice, Danny
did the only thing he could think of. Wrapping one arm comfortingly around
his brother, he pushed the small hands away and snaked the other hand in
under the loosely fit elastic waistband.
Kevin gasped sharply as he felt his brother's hand wrap around his
straining little erection. The sensation of the warm, slightly moist flesh
completely enveloping his sensitive member was incredibly intense. He was
quite sure he'd never felt anything that felt so amazing, though he'd have
admitted was wasn't remember that sort of thing too well right then.
"Is this ok?" Danny asked, as he began stroking the immature little
dick. He actually had felt this before, but it had been hurried, desperate,
and with a heavy coating of slippery goo. This was very different. More
personal, more intimate. Then, he'd been rushing, and not paying much
attention, trying to get it over with. Now, he was genuinely close to his
LITTLE brother, doing something he desperately wanted, making him happy. It
was everything he'd hoped for, if not quite the way he expected it. The
only thing that could have made it better is if he'd had an extra hand to
play with his own increasingly needy young shaft.
Almost immediately, the smaller boy was squirming in his arms, bucking
against his grasping hand. Danny, realizing his hand just wasn't slick
enough to let Kevin do what he was trying to do, changed his
tactics. Relaxing his grip, he took ahold of the desperate rod with two
fingers, grasping the loose skin around the small head, and working it up
and down, more vigorously now.
Kevin responded to the change with vigor. Though he missed the feeling of
having his small cock wrapped in a warm, wet place, this was more
satisfying in a way, his bigger brother's two fingers more than enough to
satisfy the sensitive flesh. His breath grew ragged, and small sounds of
pleasure started squeaking out of him as he was worked toward a climax.
When it finally came, neither boy could be sure if it had been seconds or
minutes or longer since they'd started. Kevin's small sounds grew into
louder grunts, and Danny held him closer. At some point, the Pokémon
underwear managed to get pushed down, and he watched the faintly purplish
head peek in and out from between his fingers atop the slender pink shaft.
Danny felt Kevin tense up in his embrace. His chest was heaving, and his
eyes were squeezed shut. With a shudder and a strained groan, Kevin's
immature prick began to pulse and spasm in an intense, full-body
orgasm. Danny wasn't entirely sure what had happened until the younger boy
finally relaxed, going limp in his arms. He removed his hand from the
still-stuff rod, and realized that unlike the last time, there was no
gusher to clean up. There was nothing at all. Kevin's cum had been
completely dry! Danny wondered what that was like. He hadn't started
jerking off until after he'd started shooting, even if it wasn't very much
those first few times. He'd never had a dry cum though.
Kevin didn't realize anything especially unusual had happened, other than a
really awesome orgasm. He felt really good, all over, and snuggled against
his brother, dozing a little, but not falling asleep. Danny let go of his
brother's little cock, pulling the cotton briefs back up. The tented bulge
was still there, and Kevin grunted softly at the contact, but didn't stir
much more than that. Not quite knowing what else to do, he decided to
bundle the momentarily spent boy up in his arms, and carried him to the
living room couch.
Being lifted in and out of the bath had been startling to little Kevin, but
not completely strange, since it had happened so quickly. Even as his older
self, there were certain bigger boys, and even a few adults, who sometimes
found one reason or another to lift the young teen off his feet. However,
being picked up, held, and then carried across the room by Danny like this
was shifting his perspective, driving home his change from big brother to
little. Though he squeezed in panic for just a moment, by the time they
made it across the room, he realized he was safe in his brother's arms
after all. Content to stay there for now when they reached the couch, he
happily snuggled into a new comfortable spot in his brother's lap.
Danny must have dozed off, because the next thing he remembered, Kevin was
very much awake. He had his hand down his pants, and was vigorously jerking
his still-hard little wiener. The up and down motion in Danny's lap was
causing a similar reaction in his own pants, as the soft, squirming form of
his little brother bounced around. That, plus the almost adorably erotic
display in front of him, was making the older boy almost as horny as Kevin
appeared to be.
"Dannyyy," he whined, pausing briefly to turn and look at toward him. "It
wasn't good enough! It's still all hard and sexy feeling and won't go
The older boy looked at the clock, assuming hours had passed, but it had
only been a little while. Kevin seemed just as hard up as ever, as though
his recent immature orgasm had never even happened. Danny started to wonder
if maybe he was stuck like this. Stuck as a permanently horny little eight
year old boy, forever. He couldn't imagine what that would even be like!
"I could jerk you off again, if you want," offered Danny. What else could
he do? Danny quite honestly had little idea what other options even
existed. 6th grade health class had covered the mechanics of intercourse,
nocturnal emissions, and a few veiled references to masturbation. The
schoolyard innuendo that might have educated him further had not yet
reached his young ears, and he'd yet to develop quite enough interest in
the subject to go exploring on his own, despite his usual curiosity..
"No!" shouted Kevin, sounding all the world like the start of a temper
tantrum. "That's not good enough! You gotta do better!"
"But Kevin, I don't know HOW to do better than that. What else can I even
do?" Danny was at a loss, his sexual inexperience and naivete obvious. This
only served to frustrate the frantic Kevin further. Unfortunately for him,
his scrambled mental state was making it really hard for him to actually
work out exactly what else Danny could do in the first place himself. He
could come up with the general notion, but describing it was a whole other
"You know... that thing with your mouth. Do that!" he said, frustrated by
his own loss of words. Kevin no longer cared particularly about his
dignity, how he looked, or what his brother saw or did. He had a need, and
it was getting worse by the minute. "Just lemme show you, o-KAY?" he said,
exasperated and impatient, his voice going extra high on the last syllable.
Though more knowledgeable than Danny in theory, Kevin was no expert on the
concepts he was so awkwardly attempting to explain, even before his
_meta_morphosis. He'd certainly never performed the act himself, though he'd
often fantasized about being on the receiving end many times in his young
life. Thus it was largely the vaguely remembered fantasies of a teenage boy
that inspired the now much younger boy's demonstration for his
brother. Small hands tugged at the elastic waistbands of Danny's shorts and
underwear, roughly yanking them down his hips. Danny was too surprised by
this to protest, and even found himself raising up slightly to accommodate
his brother's task, not really sure what was happening. After a brief and
thoroughly awkward struggle, the older boy's preteen cock was exposed to
On hands and knees between Danny's legs, Kevin sized up the sight before
him. He'd been acting without thinking much, his impulse control shrunken
down right along with his age. Even so, for a brief moment, he found
himself stopping to consider what he was doing. His brother's cock,
immature though it was, loomed large in front of him, the pale pink shaft
twice the size of the one jutting insistently out between his own bare
legs. He reached out to touch it, and stroked softly along its
length. Danny made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a giggle as Kevin's
finger slid down to the _base_, pausing for a moment to feel of the few
sparse hairs around. He looked up to see his brother, eyes wide and a
little unfocused, practically holding his breath in excited, uncertain
anticipation. He looked back down. His warm breath made Danny's cock
twitch, and his own throbbed a little harder in sympathetic
response. Acting on impatient impulse, he opened his mouth, and lowered his
head on to the waiting shaft.
Dozens of tiny observations flitted through Kevin's mind, though he hardly
focused on any of them. The taste, salty and bitter, but also vaguely
sweet, or something. The smell, vaguely familiar, similar to less
intimately experienced contact with himself and other boys. It felt very
little like a finger, which had been his best guess at what it must be
like, warmer and softer, at least one the surface. He closed his mouth
tighter around it, letting his lips close around near the _base_, the shaft
pressed flat against his tongue. It was a mouthful, but not uncomfortably
so. He held it there for a moment, unsure exactly what to do, but instinct
spurred him on. He began sucking gently on the hard cock, like he might a
piece of candy, licking at the head of it with his tongue, and working it
with his lips, alternating with gentle suction pressure.
Danny gasped in mild shock. It wasn't hard to work out what his brother was
going to do once he'd gotten in that position, really, but he was not
prepared for the intensity of it. This was not much like masturbation at
all in his experience. Kevin's mouth was warm, nearly hot, and soft and
slick. His nimble tongue had just a hint of texture that was even better
across sensitive flesh than the cushiony feeling of his lips as they'd slid
Kevin continued enthusiastically, prompting grunts and squeaks from the
bigger boy. After a few moments, he realized that some of them were sounds
of pain, and he slowed and looked up, questioning. Danny was smiling, and
put a reassuring hand on the eight-year-old's head, lightly touseling the
messy blond hair.
"You're doing great Kevvy," he said, trying to sound supportive. "I think
you're, like, biting me a little though." Danny guessed that probably
wasn't intentional, or part of how this was supposed to be done. Kevin
nodded carefully, echoing that thought, and resumed, being more careful.
With the occasional scraping sensation out of the picture, Kevin's eager
sucking and slurping quickly grew more and more intense for his
brother. Danny could only compare the quickly building sensations to his
own experience with the mystery goo. It had been a different, more
desperate experience, but for the sheer awesomeness of the sensation, it
was the only thing he could think of. His first cum, not so long ago, had
certainly been intense, but it had been such a surprise that he hadn't
really appreciated it. This was almost like another first time, except now
he could really enjoy the way it was bound to end.
The smaller boy had never before really envisioned himself sucking anyone's
cock, aside some briefly entertained ideas about trying to get at his
own. To his surprise, though, he was enjoying it. Enjoying it a lot!
Sucking Danny's wiener felt so good; almost as good as playing with
himself. He didn't understand why, but he could feel his own little cock
throbbing as it bounced between his legs in time with his up and down
motions. It drove him to suck his brother harder and faster. The little
sounds Danny made as he kept going only made the feelings better. Knowing
his brother was enjoying this as much as he was made Kevin want to grin in
happiness, if only his mouth weren't occupied.
Neither boy was tracking the time, and probably would have been surprised
at how fast it happened. Grunts turned into groans, turned into
moans. "Kevin, Kevvy, oh gosh!" rasped Danny, as he felt himself tip over
the edge. He couldn't help but thrust his hips upward a few times into
Kevin's busy mouth as his orgasm rolled over him. With a strangled shout,
his climax hit. Kevin held on tight as his brother shook and shivered, the
young cock briefly growing bigger than ever as his body worked to pump the
still-scant fluids the recently pubescent boy was producing. The thin semen
flooded into Kevin's mouth, salty mostly, with a strange undertone, and an
odd texture. He swallowed it reflexively and kept working the cock in his
mouth. To his disappointment, Danny pushed him off, too sensitive now, the
pleasure almost painfully acute.
It seemed to take forever before Danny found his voice again. "Oh crap,
wow," he finally said, still a little breathless. Grinning and a little in
awe, he fixed his gaze on the pent-up younger boy between his
legs. "Did... did you ever do that before, Kevin? Or- or, did anybody ever
do it to you?" Kevin shook his head no to each question, feeling
sheepish. "That was- that was awesome!" exclaimed Danny, voice
squeaking. He considered further though. "Did... you like it? Or was it,
like, gross?" He seriously hoped not, both for Kevin's sake, and for his
own, since he'd promised to do this.
The blush on Kevin's cheeks threatened to obscure the sprinkle of freckles
that crossed them, but Kevin answered. "No, I- I really liked sucking your
wiener Danny. It felt really good."
A still-flushed and smiling Danny to pull the smaller boy up into a close
embrace. "Thanks a lot Kevvy. I think I get it now," he said.
"Pleeease Danny, me now?," asked Kevin, a mix of desperation, frustration,
desire, and need in his voice and _expression_. He softly ground his aching
little boner into Danny's side, and licked his lips in envy, the flavor of
the now-softening preteen dick still lingering at the back of his throat.
"Ok Kevvy, ok," said Danny. "Just give me a minute, I promise." Kevin
nodded ok, his hand finding its way between his legs, as he tried to hold
off the needful feelings there.
Though feeling sated himself, an advantage of being twelve was a quick
rebound time, sexually and otherwise. Though he would have gladly enjoyed
the opportunity to savor his recent experience longer, the fact was that it
only took just a few short minutes before he'd recovered enough energy to
turn his attention to his little brother. Unfortunately for Kevin, he not
only possessed the body of an eight year old, but also the patience,
self-control, and time-sense of one. It seemed to take forever for Danny to
finally sit up straight and really give Kevin his full attention.
"You ready?" he asked, though he realized it was a silly question. Hardly
waiting for the affirmative nod, he held Kevin close and repositioned
himself so he could raise up on his knees. He carefully laid Kevin out on
the other end of the couch, head on a pillow, and looked him over. His soft
little pink body, pudgy with baby fat, was tense with anticipation, the
thin, three inch rod standing up like a miniature rocket, ready to
launch. He'd seen Kevin in nearly this same position the night before, but
he'd been so much bigger and more mature. Danny smiled one last time at the
needy little boy, and said "Ok."
Where Kevin had been eager to demonstrate, but basically hesitant to carry
out the act, Danny's curiosity was piqued, and he was all too happy to get
started. More than that, he felt more than a little guilty for forcing this
on his brother, even if he was still convinced it had been for the best. If
he could make the smaller boy feel good in the process, then even better.
Being the larger of the two, it was a little more difficult for him to get
into a good position to start, but there was plenty of room on the
couch. He hunched over and took ahold of Kevin's smooth, hairless thighs,
and easily spread his legs apart. Sinking down, he got to eye level with
Kevin's prepubescent penis, and admired the differences this close up. Gone
were the obvious veins, and the bumps where stay hairs grew in. Instead it
was smooth and unblemished; not merely smaller, but simpler too in a way,
as though lacking in detail. Unable to resist his curiosity any further,
and with a fair idea of what he had to do now, Danny closed the gap between
them and gave the quivering shaft a long lick along its length.
Kevin let out a soft, anxious moan, little more than a high, breathy
whisper. Danny paused to ponder the flavor. It was mild, vaguely salty,
with a hint of... soap? Yes, that was it. He remembered giving him a bath
not so long ago. It made sense. He smiled, got in closer, and took the
whole thing into his mouth. Unlike Kevin, who'd had a bit of a mouthful,
Danny really did find it to be a lot like sucking on a finger, at least as
far as size and shape. The velvety soft texture was unique though, and the
smooth and uninterrupted circumference of the shaft was very different, as
was the soft shape of the purplish head. Danny felt Kevin strain in
pleasure inside his mouth as he began to work on the horny little boy.
Learning from the mistakes Kevin made when demonstrating on him, Danny knew
right off to carefully avoid using his teeth, and made the quick
realization that actually "sucking" on the dick wasn't the best move he
could make. Instead, he concentrated on his lips and tongue, working up and
down, licking softly. It wasn't difficult to do it without taking it out of
his mouth, since it was so small. he found he could even take Kevin's
marble-sized balls into his mouth here and there, licking at them other
times, which made the boy squirm and moan.
Danny quickly grew bolder and more comfortable with what he was doing,
pressing in even closer. His shoulders spread Kevin's legs wider, then up
and over them entirely as he worked his arms up Kevin's sides. As he licked
and sucked the hard little wiener, he began to stroke Kevin's sides and
chest. He could feel goosebumps rise along his brother's skin as he did
so. Kevin's breath grew heavy and ragged as Danny intensified his
efforts. His feet now dangling just above his brother's back, Danny could
feel Kevin's toes begin to curl as the boy reflexively tried to spread his
legs wider, unprompted. After a short time, he realized that he could hear
words being softly repeated between strained moans of pleasure.
"I'm gonna... Danny... I'm gonna...." Kevin couldn't complete a thought as
he boiled toward yet another orgasm. This only spurred Danny on. He felt an
odd sort of pride knowing he was making his brother feel so good. He
redoubled his efforts, trying to stick to the things that seemed to get the
strongest responses from the boy beneath him. He took the small cock deep
inside his warm mouth, closing tight around it, working it with his tongue,
then darting it out to brush against the tight little sack below, and
He was so intent on what he was doing that he hardly noticed that the
whispers were abruptly growing louder and louder. "Danny.. Danny! I'm
gonna... GONNA!" Kevin squealed as his body stiffened. His hips raised off
the couch cushion, his legs wrapping tight around Danny's torso, his hands
clutching Danny's softly stroking arms. Danny felt the hard little cock
twitch stiffly over and over, the balls pulled up almost flat against his
body as his body tried desperately to squirt the fluids it was too young to
be making, his entire body rocked by his incredible dry orgasm. Danny
lingered as he was while his brother spasmed in pleasure, no longer working
the little cock, but not pulling away either, making sure he could
experience the entirety of his youthened brother's full orgasm. He could
only wonder what it would have been like if Kevin were old enough to
squirt. Perhaps some other time, he pondered.
Finally, after what seemed a very long time- and indeed, it was a few
minutes -Kevin sighed and relaxed, and his cock actually began to soften
for the first time in quite a while, and Danny pulled away. His brother's
eyes were drooping, his body limp. Danny looked down at him, concerned,
though he didn't look anything more than just a very tired little boy
indeed. He carefully disentangled himself from Kevin's slender little legs
and climbed off the couch. After taking a moment to pull his shorts back
on, he leaned down and gathered the exhausted kid up in his arms. He was
dead weight for a moment, but then he stirred and held on to the older boy,
laying his head on his shoulder.
"Thanks Danny... I love you," said Kevin, before falling asleep in his
Danny didn't know what to say, but he hugged his brother, and carried him
down the hall. He stopped and lingered for a moment at Kevin's doorway,
then changed his mind. Instead, he went the rest of the way down the hall
to his own bedroom door, and nudged it open. Kevin's bed was nice, and he'd
cleaned it up, but somehow it just didn't seem right. He laid Kevin down on
his own bed instead, making sure the unconscious boy was comfortable on a
pillow. Then, he followed behind, laying close next to him, pulling up the
covers and wrapping an arm protectively over Kevin's sleeping form.
As Danny rested, he realized their parents would be back soon, some time in
the evening. Kevin seemed to have finally broken the erotic spell of that
strange goo, and he wondered if that meant he'd be back to normal by
then. As he snuggled up to his still-little brother, he even imagined he
was getting bigger again already. Maybe. Very comfortable and content, and
tired himself, Danny began to drift to sleep, smiling. Whatever happened
next, he thought, it had all been worth it.