This choice: ...kisses you? Wait, he's into this? • Go Back...Chapter #7Brotherly love by: Unknown Everything happens so fast. Jordan reaches for you, gently holding you by the sides of your head. You're very light in your reduced state. You force your body to struggle in the corner of the garage, but to no avail. Jordan was an Eagle scout, he knows how to tie one hell of a knot.
You feel the wind whoosh past your ears as he lifts you to eye level. You really can't make out the expression on his face, he looks like he's feeling seven different kinds of conflicted. Anything could happen, but then...
*smooch*
Did... did your dickless nullified brother just kiss your living severed head? On the lips? What?? It feels like you've just taken a trip to Jupiter and back. You're still reeling when he goes in for a second kiss, this time much deeper. You can taste his tongue pushing into your mouth as he gently bites your lower lip. You feel yourself shaking slightly, he must be trembling with nerves. It's... actually kind of adorable. You let yourself be carried away by this entirely unexpected turn of events and return the kiss.
It feels like it lasts an eternity. Whatever anger Jordan was feeling seems to have melted away and been reforged as passion. You settle your body down as your borrowed genitals throb and pulse with excitement.
Finally, though, it ends. Jordan reluctantly breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes, his face beet-red from combined arousal and embarrassment. Funny, you never noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They seemed to be a million different shades of green. There's a long silence while he just stands there, cradling you, until you finally break it.
"What was that?" you say. How tactful.
"I... I'm sorry, bro, I don't know what came over me..." Jordan stammers.
"No, I..." you begin, "...I liked it. A lot."
"Really?" Jordan asks, excitedly.
"Definitely, though I'm curious what set it off, bro" you ask. You've never known Jordan to be gay before. In fact, isn't he dating a cheerleader?
"I think... something about losing my junk like this..." he says as he gestures down to his blank crotch, tilting your head down so you can get an eyeful as well, "...it's like my inhibitions are gone."
You have to admit, there's something bizarrely attractive about his nullified body. You'd love to rub up against his flat groin, but...
"Hey bro, can I get my body back now?" you ask sheepishly.
"Huh? Oh, fuck, that's right..." Jordan says, tucking you back under his arm and walking over to your tied up and incredibly horny body. He starts undoing the knots with one hand while he keeps you held tight with the other. You feel so safe and secure like this, it only serves to make your erection even stronger.
Once your body is free, you direct it to stand up like a remote controlled car and reach out with your hands. Jordan kisses you one last time before handing you back to your body. You put yourself back on your neck, somewhat happy to have a body under your chin again, and embrace your brother tightly. Your bare borrowed cock grinds against his smooth, hairless crotch as you both move in for another passionate kiss.
Suddenly, a light bulb blinks in your brain and you break the kiss again.
"One moment, Jordan, I almost forgot something," you say. You open the garage door and run outside, scooping up your old discarded cock and balls from the driveway. They look much smaller without a body attached to them, especially compared to your brother's monster dong which still swings between your legs like a pendulum in a grandfather clock.
"Hey Jordan," you say, "I have an idea for what to do about your crotch."
"Whatever it is, I'm down," he says with a dash of excitement and a pinch of lust. "Anything as long as we can explore our relationship some more."
You look him over, smiling, and grab his perfectly round ass, pulling him close as you whisper in his ear..   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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