Steps Together: Part 2 - Emerging Brotherhood is a Flooding Cup

Part One: Eggs Gambit

Here's Part Two! Hope you guys enjoy :)

Holden looked back fondly on the day and memory, reliving it over the next few days. He couldn’t help but think about it whenever he saw Dallas. He snuck peaks at Dallas’s crotch whenever he could and reimagined how it felt to have any of his limbs in there again, feeling all of Dallas’s maleness all over his skin and senses. Holden began to notice how much he enjoyed just being around Dallas, just so he can have that memory and sensation feel stronger. 

In fact, that sensation was so strong whenever he was around Dallas, that Holden found it almost impossible to focus. All Holden could think about was Dallas and that day he busted him three times, and trying to do anything other than that felt incredibly difficult to manage. It made Holden intentionally avoid being around Dallas, for everyone’s sake he reasoned. He wasn’t sure what to make of his thoughts and didn’t know if he should act on them. 

These thoughts are about his younger step-brother after all. He doesn’t want to really hurt Dallas, plus there’s more to his feelings than just inflicting nut pain. He’s really curious too. They just started living together a couple months ago. Is that too early to be feeling things? Should he be feeling this way about Dallas at all? Isn't that... but, it’s not like they’re blood brothers though. Just step-siblings. Is there something wrong about wanting something physical from another person if they’re brought together by coincidence? Especially if they’d both be alone otherwise. 

Holden wasn’t sure how to handle this situation and Dallas wondered why Holden had been so distant after they were getting along so well. He always wanted a brother, and more than that, he thought that Holden was really cool and great to have around. Dallas always wanted his brother to be someone he could hang around and joke with and depend on to be there, and talk to if there’s anything bothering him. It felt like that was developing, and now suddenly that brother is avoiding him. Did Dallas do something to annoy Holden? Dallas tried to think of what he did wrong, but he couldn’t figure it out. 

It was a day or so after Dallas got his balls bashed in a few times that Holden started to avoid him. He remembers Holden asking him how his balls are the next day and apologizing, acting a lot nicer too. He thought it was because he felt bad for hurting him like that. Those nut shots really hurt a lot, especially the last one. It was searing and so intense, but Dallas wasn’t mad about it. He knows it’s just brotherly fun that can happen between boys, and he was feeling better as time went on anyways. But, after he started feeling better, Holden just started to ignore him. Almost worse then when he first moved into the house. Dallas could only reason that it’s because Holden felt bad for what he did. What else could it be, right? Dallas felt a strange inclination towards this conclusion that he felt like he had to believe.

Dallas wanted to reach out to Holden and let him know that it’s ok or whatever. It’s just brotherly fun and he still has his back. They’re still bro’s and there’s no reason they can’t still hang out and fill up time together, they live in the same house after all. It would be really weird and boring if they kept on avoiding each other. 

He thought about how and when he should reach out to Holden, but he’s always in his room and he was told before not to knock on Holden’s room and interrupt his privacy. It might not be the smartest thing to break one of Holden’s rules when reaching out to him. Plus, he didn’t even know what to do or say to make things better. Talking isn’t always one of Dallas’s strong suits. 

 

 

Holden was tossing and turning in his room, trying to focus on the show he was watching on his phone but pressed the power button and sighed, putting the phone down flat. He put his face into the pillow and groaned loudly, and let it turn into a loud, powerful scream until it died down and he realized that it didn’t help him feel any better. It just made his throat hurt and thirsty. 

Holden got up and went downstairs, wearing a light pair of sweats and a t-shirt again. They hung on the looser end of fondly on him, and showcased that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He hasn’t been really leaving his room recently, so what’s the point in underwear? He wasn’t feeling self-conscious about it, despite his healthy package pressing and showcasing against the soft fabric of his thin sweats.

Holden got downstairs and poured a cup of water, drinking from it as he closed his eyes and took it all in. Then, the door upstairs opened and he heard Dallas come down the stairs. He could tell it was Dallas by how long and light his steps were. Holden tried to drink quicker and tightened his grip on the cup, keeping his neck stiff. 

He heard Dallas come down the stairs and turn into the kitchen. Holden kept his eyes closed and focused on the drink. 

“Hey bro.”

Holden finished drinking and wiped the water from his lips. He opened his eyes and glanced at Dallas, nodding his head. He licked his lips then filled up the water again. 

“So… what’s up?” Dallas asked lowly. 

Holden tried hard to focus on the water filling up the cup, waiting until the cup gets about four fifths filled with water before he stops the stream. He doesn’t want to overfill the cup, make a spill and mess of everything. 

“Just chilling, you know.” Holden responded, smiling as he turned to face Dallas. He saw his dark tanned brother leaning on the fridge, wearing a sad expression on his angled, short or more like medium if his hair wasn’t so low, boyish face. It was drawn down and his lips were pulled back. He was wearing a sleeveless tee and shorts. Holden was sure it was the same pair he wore about a week ago, when they were messing around. He had no socks on either. Neither of them did.

Holden pulled his eyes away from Dallas when he felt his hand grow cold and wet. He turned to the cup and saw he forgot to turn the stream off. 

“Fuck, shit.” Holden rushed out, pulling the wet cup back with his hand, holding it carefully to not tip it over anymore. 

“Let me hold that for you.” Dallas said, reaching over and motioning for the cup. Holden handed it over carefully, then moved past him to get the towel to clean up the mess. Dallas leaned back carefully, puckering his lips to drink the overflowing drink and slowly leaned it back as he drank from the top. He brought it back down to about a four fifths filled cup while Holden mopped up the mess. 

Dallas held the cup as Holden finished, and Holden nodded and thanked Dallas. Dallas held the cup in his left hand, and nodded back. 

“All good. I drank from it, to not waste water so you can bring it with you without any spills.”

“Thanks.” Holden said again, and reached up for the cup. But, Dallas pulled the cup back with a smirk on his face. Holden smiled too. 

“Oh?” Holden asked amused. 

“Oh, you!”

Holden went up to grab it, but Dallas pulled his hand up and kept it out of reach. 

“I’m taller than you, you know?”

“And I’m bigger, so watch it bro.” Holden said, looking down over Dallas. His eyes were drawn to the space between his legs, under his slim midsection. 

“What are you gonna do, bro? If you make me drop this, you’re picking it up.” Dallas teased, holding the cup up high and moving up onto the tip of his toes to keep it as high as he could. 

Holden couldn’t resist being teased like that and could only control himself by forcing himself into Dallas, holding onto his raised hand and putting his forearm against Dallas’s chest. He put his right leg in between Dallas’s legs, his upper thigh pressing into Dallas’s crotch. He felt Dallas’s parts pressing against his leg, those same parts he’d been spending the last week fantasizing and appreciating, and he couldn’t help himself. He moved in closer, pushing his face in inches from Dallas’s and intaking with great force through his nose, intentionally absorbing Dallas’s aroma, which made Holden’s hair stand straight up and fill him up deep inside with something that he instantly realized that he couldn’t do without. 

Holden leaned in closer, and then felt something deep within him jam up and take full control of him. It caused the young man's eyes to cross and mouth to pucker as his bottom pushed back. Suddenly, he began to understand that his balls were pressed on and flattened swiftly.

Holden’s green eyes widened and a deep, sharp pain sprang up in his sack, which pulled his bottom back and legs down. His face stayed forward and his legs gave in, causing his face to fall into Dallas. He grabbed onto his shirt for support as he felt himself collapse down to the floor, confused, shocked and in a state of burning attack. It was all happening so fast.

“Oh shit, are you alright?” Dallas asked over Holden, who couldn’t respond or understand that he was even being talked to. It was simply mindless background noise in his world of mounting, and disturbing understanding that sprang up from the core of his manhood. 

Dallas put the cup he was holding up, down on the table and held Holden as he collapsed to the floor, who was beginning to cough and struggle to breathe. 

“The fuck… oh God my balls… mmrrpphh”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard!” Dallas insisted, and it was the truth. Holden was just so close to him, so close that he felt both of his legs on either side of his leg, and even felt one of his legs pushing up against his junk. Dallas didn’t mind the pressure, but he knew that he wanted Holden to feel that what happened before was cool. Plus, Holden definitely earned his own low blow, so Dallas went to give the same back to him. As a sign of sportsmanship in a way. He raised his leg up high and swiftly, in between Holden's legs as his thigh was pressing against his junk. Dallas wasn't sure how much force he'd need for an impact, so he just pulled his leg up until he realized, but when he realized that he went too hard when he saw Holden's green eyes cross and buckle.

“Mmwhat the fuck. Ahh... ah can’t breathe.” Holden whined, holding his balls with one hand and holding his stomach with the other. He spasmed, and clenched. 

“I’m gonna puke… mmmuukk...guh...” He rolled onto his stomach and put his head down. The pain was getting worse and worse for Holden, he's never felt anything like it. Was this really how a hit in the balls feels like? He felt like he was going to puke out his deep, burning life then mercifully. This was too much, he couldn't concentrate on anything.

Dallas rubbed Holden’s back and felt terrible, but not knowing what else to do. He didn’t know what he should say except sorry. 

“I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to get you that hard. Are you gonna be okay?” Dallas asked, getting stressed out and concerned. 

Holden stayed on his stomach, then pushed his knees down, in position and waiting for the puke to come out, but it didn’t come. Weakly, the young Holden then lied down flat, holding his stomach and radiating in agony, which thankfully seems to have peaked already. He doesn't know when, but it was a slight comfort when he realized it.

Holden meekly let out an exhausted yet relieved sigh, which was marked with palpable agony as it vibrated out of his mouth. 

“Are you alright?” Dallas rushed out. 

“Ugh… mmm… yeah… holy... holy shit… this hurts sooo baad...”

“I didn’t mean to hit you that hard, I swear.”

Holden nodded and leaned back, putting himself against the refrigerator and catching his breath. Dallas helped place him there and held onto his shoulders softly, open and helping. 

Holden moved his hands to Dallas and pulled on his waist and shirt, pulling him closer and placing him in the spot next to him on the fridge. Dallas sat down and Holden leaned his head over and onto Dallas's chest, holding his younger brother from behind his waist and holding his own sack from the bottom with his other hand. He gently rubbed and caressed his balls, breathing slowly and getting as much from this painful, yet tender moment of respite while it lasted. 

Dallas didn’t say anything, but put his hand on Holden’s head and leaned his head lower, embracing Holden as best he knew how to. He moved his further leg up, and used his other hand to rub Holden’s thigh. 

Holden felt Dallas’s hand rubbing his thigh and opened his eyes. He looked down at his leg, saw the gentle, long and thin hand on his sweats, just a crawl away from his aching sack and soft hose, which were carefully and clearly held by his hand. He shifted his hand over his groin, pushing down on it as he felt a strange feeling go through him.

Slowly, Holden moved his hand over from his crotch to Dallas’s hand. Pinky first, slipping it’s way into Dallas’s hand, which stopped itself from moving as it was encroached upon. Holden stopped his hand as Dallas stopped his, but then moved it deeper in and pushed his hand over, placing palm to palm. Painstakingly, he watched their two hands still over the other, wondering if this was too much or wrong, or what even is going on exactly, waiting for some indication.

Time stood still until the long fingered, light brown colored hand closed and tightened around Holden’s, inviting Holden to close his hand tightly in response. Holden’s hand excitedly closed first, holding on quickly and tightly as Dallas finished closing his. Dallas’s other hand moved from Holden’s curly head, and lowered down to his opposite shoulder and held it tightly. He moved his head in too, holding Holden and the two stayed like that for a few long, intimate and pounding moments. The only sound Holden could hear was Dallas’s heartbeat breaking through his chest.

Then, the two heard keys rattling outside the front door and the two’s heads sprang up and they let go of their hands. The key made it’s way to its destination, scraping along as it tried to fit into its spot. Dallas stood up first and then looked down at Holden, pulling him up quickly. 

The key entered the hole and turned, and Holden moaned as he leaned towards the kitchen table, and pushed back on the chair before falling into it butt first. The fall jiggled his balls and it made him wince, twisting his legs over the other to try and contain it. The door opened and the two boys stared, sweating and breathing heavily as Marie opened the door and saw the two boys by the table, looking at her with wide, ragged eyes. It looked like Holden was desperate to catch his breath and sitting strangely.

She stood still and looked at them both curiously, checking her surroundings for any more abnormalities before turning back to them. 

“Uhh, why are you guys standing there like that?”

“What? Oh, I was helping Holden clean up a mess! That’s all, nothing was going on.”

“Umm, okay. Whatever. Dallas, can you help me with the bags in the car-”

“I can do it Mom, don’t worry!” Dallas rushed out, moving quickly past his mother, which caused her to stare at him as he ran to the car. 

“I know… great.” She looked at Holden, who was bent over, legs twisted over each thigh and breathing in heavily, but pulled a smile on as he caught her glance and nodded. 

“What’s…. whatever, it’s whatever.” Marie shook her head and walked past Holden, putting her pocketbook on the kitchen table and walking into the living room, the sound of paper being ruffled came from behind Holden, who let out a loud sigh and sat in shock for a moment, before he pushed himself up and ran as quickly as he could up the stairs, holding onto his package with one hand, and using the other to open and close his door. He leaned back against his door and fell down the door, looking up and breathing in sharp intakes. 

Holden didn’t know how to begin considering what just happened. He pulled his face down into his arms as he pulled his knees up and sat there, processing and making sense of it all. Dallas was the one who closed his hand around his first, and he was the one who rubbed his thigh. But maybe he was just trying to comfort him, trying to make up for the pain he accidentally caused him. That had to be why he did that.  

Holden sensed a knock at the door behind him and raised his head in a fright. He sat painfully still, waiting to see if his senses deceived him in the heat of his considerations. He heard another, more gentle knock. Holden swallowed deeply and pulled himself up, slowly twisting the doorknob. Gently, he pulled the knob and peaked through the opening crack of the door. 

He saw Dallas standing there, a four fifths filled cup in his hand. He smiled weakly seeing Holden, who smiled too. 

“I know you said, to give you privacy… but, you forgot your water.”

Holden nodded and reached out for the cup as he opened the door further, taking a hold of it and grazing Dallas’s skin as he handed the cup over. The two stood across from each other for a few silent seconds before Holden stepped back into his room, heading towards his bed and drinking the water in the cup with extensive gulps. Dallas stood at the front of his door, unsure what to do. He wasn’t invited in but the door was open. He wanted to come in he thinks. 

Holden made it to his bed and sat down with the cup in hand. He looked up at Dallas and saw he was still standing at the doorway. Holden nodded and spoke up. 

“Are you gonna come in, or?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, totally.”

Dallas came into Holden’s room and turned to close the door behind him. He took a seat next to Holden and looked around his room, gathering his thoughts before turning back to his step-brother. He hoped he’d figure out what to say by now, but nothing felt right. He squirmed where he sat and swallowed awkwardly. 

Holden continued to drink from his cup, and continued until all the cup was dried up and there was nothing else he could do. He looked down at the empty cup, and put it to the side on his bed, between the pillow and the head of the bed. He tried hard not to look elsewhere. 

“You feeling alright, Holden? Like... your, balls… sorry, again.”

“Nah, it’s fine." Holden shook his head. "Still sore, but it’s cool.” Holden turned to Dallas. He put on an easy smile and watched his step-brother shift in place. 

“Cool. And, it’s totally cool too, you know. Whatever… happened before, it’s fine. We can still chill and hang out bro. It’s all fun, right?”

Holden smiled. “Yeah. Really fun.” Holden replied, pushing his leg against Dallas’s, who returned with a gentle push back. 

“Cool. Cool, cool.”

The two sat without saying or sharing much else, but instead floating in the air of their ambiguity and uncertainty, despite confirmation from both. Holden swallowed and opened his mouth to speak up. 

“You know, that was the first time I got hit in the balls.” 

“Really?” Dallas asked. 

“Yeah…" 

 

"Damn... we both gave each other our first nut shots, huh?"

 

Holden smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I guess we did... it fucking hurts, huh?”

Dallas laughed, leaning in. “Yeah, it really does. Imagine getting hit 3 times!”

Holden blushed and looked down. Dallas regretted bringing it up and pulled himself back awkwardly.

“I… yeah. It was funny thought." Holden laughed, easing the tension and getting Dallas to softly shake his head. He smiled too but didn't look up.

"And sorry for ignoring you, Dallas. I just… I... I-I’m not sure.”

“It’s cool, dude.” Dallas smiled easily with confident assurance, that he got from Holden a few moments ago. It warmed Holden to hear it come back and he felt more comfortable to speak up. 

“It’s… just, I’m not used to living with someone else. A guy, like you. My age, sort of… and I’m figuring it out.”

“I get it, me too.” Dallas said, reaching out and rubbing Holden’s knee. Holden looked down at it, and breathed heavily. His mind and heart started to race and he realized everything else was moving fast too. 

“I… you get it too? You feel it too?” 

Holden reached for Dallas’s wrist and held onto it, shaking it softly as it held onto his knee. He pulled at it softly, and Dallas gave up agency over his hand to let Holden move it. Holden pulled his step-brother's tan skinned knuckles over and pushed it gently into his own leg. His hand was now palm to palm to his step-brother’s. Holden looked up at Dallas, looking at his eyes then his lips, then lower, over his body, down to his knees then back up. 

Dallas wasn’t sure how to respond, feeling strange in the moment but willing to let Holden lead. Holden leaned closer to Dallas, breathing in and out. His eyes focused on Dallas’s lips, which were slightly parted and moving in a slight motion, rising and falling with each breath. They suddenly felt the spotlight on themselves and were veiled by slight, circling tongue.

Holden swallowed and pulled back. He moved his hands up, closed his eyes and leaned over on his knees, hair in his hands. 

“Fuck… Dallas, I… I’m gay. I think I’m gay. I really like you a lot and I don’t know what to do.” 

Neither of the two said anything else and stayed sitting where they were. Dallas still had his hand where Holden left it, palm up and started to understand what his step-brother told him. He nodded and turned his hand over, gripping Holden’s thigh and swallowed hard himself. He wasn’t sure what he should be doing either, but he moved towards what felt right. 

“Okay.”

Holden turned his head and saw Dallas looking at him, unsure but unquestionably on his side. He nodded his head and gripped Holden’s thigh tighter. 

Holden grabbed Dallas’s leg too, more softly though, and moved his hand up slowly, stopping before his upper thigh. Then, slowly it moved deeper in until it reached Dallas’s equipment, where Holden’s fingers fondled the heavy sack it felt. He weighed each nut in his fingers, rolled them around, inspecting the oval objects. Then, he gently pressed down from the top and pushed his palm up, taking more of Dallas into his hand. Dallas grunted softly and Holden looked up. 

“Is this ok?”

Dallas nodded and leaned back, pulled his hand from Holden’s leg and put his forearms on Holden’s bed. He continued to breath steadily, taking long blinks to stay grounded in the moment. He didn’t really know how he felt about what’s happening, but he doesn’t think it's bad. He’s willing. 

Holden moved up, closer to Dallas’s leaning frame, nose just a couple inches from each other’s and he tilted his face. Both felt the other’s breath on themselves and the two looked forward at each other. Holden puckered his lips and leaned deeper in, closing his eyes and meeting Dallas’s soft lips with his own. Dallas closed his eyes and the step-brother’s shared their first kiss with each other. 

Holden moved his hand up and rubbed it over Dallas’s thin, hard body and felt the elevation of his tan frame shift as his hand moved, both by pulling over his landscape, and through the rising and sinking, under Dallas’s labored breath. Holden pulled back from the kiss and opened his eyes to see Dallas, who still had his eyes closed. Holden moved in closer and took another kiss, realizing he couldn’t get enough. He closed his hand around Dallas’s sack without thought, growing more intense in the moment. Dallas closed his lips and grunted, prompting Holden to let go of his hand and back off. 

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Mmm… it’s ok…”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to keep going…”

Dallas rubbed his sack and breathed out, looking at Holden with a slight grimace. His eyes furrowed and he nodded. Dallas moved in and puckered his lips first, closing his eyes and homed in on Holden’s lips. 

As they kissed, Holden moved over onto Dallas, both legs on either side of Dallas and leaned deeper over his step-brother. Both of his hands were on either side of Dallas’s messy hair, one hand moving in and grabbing a gentle hold to pull softly. He thrusted himself in naturally, his hardening cock rubbing against Dallas’s stomach. Dallas opened his eyes and tilted his head away, looking down at the feeling. Holden moved his head off and sat up to see what Dallas was looking for. He saw Dallas looking at his crotch. Holden sat up on his knees, pulling his body straight up, letting his cock stick out, pointing at Dallas. 

“Oh… you’re hard.” 

Holden blushed and sat back, his butt falling onto Holden’s soft lap, noticing that he’s the only one hard. 

“Sorry…”

“No, it’s ok… but, I’m not…”

“Yeah.” Holden said, lifting one leg up and sitting on the other side of Dallas. “You don’t have to be, it’s ok.”

“Sorry… I’m still into it… I don’t mind.”

“No, you don’t have to.”

“No, Holden. It’s cool. We can keep going.” Dallas said, turning over onto his side and facing Holden with a growing smile. “We can play some more.”

Dallas moved his hand over to Holden’s hand, the one that was over his member and pulled it away. Quickly and softly, Dallas sent a quick smack to Holden’s package, hitting his hard dick from the front which softened the blow to his balls. 

Holden grunted and looked offended, shocked and amused as he cupped his pride. He let out a shake and moaned, rolling his eyes softly as he looked down. Dallas giggled and covered his balls, watching Holden as he looked back up playfully. 

“Fucker…”

Dallas blushed and looked down, and was followed by Holden’s finger, which rubbed his jaw and guided him upwards. Dallas looked up, admiringly into Holden’s happy eyes. 

“I… can I play with your balls some more?” Holden asked. 

“Sure.” Dallas replied

“And… is it ok, if I… squeeze a bit. Not too hard, but, just some more. You can tell me when to stop.”

Dallas used his hand to pull on his balls through his shorts, pulling them away from his legs and letting his package hang and weigh down his shorts. Holden could easily make out Dallas’s package and couldn’t help himself from grabbing a hold. It wasn’t a firm hold at first, he just rolled the fleshy sack around and then moved his hand up to his dick, rubbing it from top to bottom. Dallas moaned gently, and Holden continued to use his thumb to go up and down. 

“Can… can I pull it out?”

“Yeah…”

Holden moved up to the zipper of Dallas’s shorts, grabbed a hold of it and pulled it down gently, the unzipping noise filling up the room. Holden then sat up and pulled the button out of it’s hole, and pulled down the shorts. Dallas shifted to make pulling it easier and his package hung majestically down, gravity pulling the weight of it down in his tight green underwear. Holden easily made out the two dense orbs, with a piece of long, soft slice of meat hanging down, helping to pull the pouch down. Holden pushed his index finger into Dallas’s left nut and squirmed his finger around, digging in deeper and deeper. Dallas moaned softly but didn’t complain otherwise. Holden pulled his finger out and couldn’t help himself from gently slapping the sack in front of him, watching it shake in its pouch. Dallas grunted and leaned over, pulling a hand in to comfort and adjust his sack, but moved it away right afterwards again. Holden went back in and slapped a little bit harder, Dallas whined and moaned softly, holding his sack and shifting his legs, a grimace on his dedicated face. 

“Ooof fuck… starting to sting…”

“I won’t hurt you much more. Move your hand please.”

After another moment of attempted remedy, Dallas moved his hand and leaned back, trusting Holden completely. Holden arranged himself, sitting back against his bed and pushing in his unsocked foot, watching his toes arrange and explore Dallas’s meaty package. Feeling his orbs and meat between the webbings of his feet, pressing down and seeing his bulge compress and bend around his toes. Holden moaned and pulled his foot down, watching Dallas’s tight green underwear stretch as his toes dug down and pushed in, testing the integrity of both the cotton and the sack under his foot. Dallas grunted at the test, but clearly in attempt to pass it nonetheless. Holden watched Dallas’s face morph in stress despite his dedication, and it made Holden want to both push Dallas more to see how far he can go and see where his break point is, and also be gentler in appreciation, for donating his own pride for Holden's selfish endeavors. 

 

Desperately, Holden wanted to rear his leg further back and smack Dallas’s totally vulnerable balls with his foot, watch and hear Dallas’s meat smack around in it’s sack. 

But, he held himself in and instead let go, pulling his foot back for the moment. Holden closed his eyes and rubbed his growing member. 

“Ahh… do you want to go harder… I can take a little bit more.”

Holden opened his eyes and stared at Dallas with wide eyes, his mouth springing and his teeth clear as day.

“Waa… are you sure?”

“I mean… I’ll need a break afterwards. But, I can take a hard hit. I’ll be okay.”

Holden’s eyes lit up and he moved in, kissing Dallas’s lips aggressively with passion. He pushed back and nodded. 

“Ok. You’re the best fucking brother ever. Don’t move.”

Holden moved in and attended Dallas's sack, licking his lips and took a hold of his willing brother's manhood. Both balls filled up Holden's large, sweaty and soft palm, and Holden slowly closed his fist, holding onto the smooth, heavy sack with bound excitement that was getting harder and harder to contain. Dallas reacted sharply, grabbing the bed and holding himself back. 

Holden kneaded the sack with all his fingers, not putting too much pressure down yet, but noticeably making Dallas uncomfortable, as he tightened his hands on the bed covers, shifting his legs uncomfortably. He was nearing his limit. He didn’t expect squeezing to hurt so badly.

“Don’t squeeze much more, please. I’m feeling sick.”

Holden heard him, but tried to pretend he didn’t for the sake of him continuing and used his thumb to push into the dense orb. He wanted to hear Dallas complain a little bit more, he felt like he was close to something special.

“Fuck, my nut, you’re crushing it.” Dallas groaned out in a strain. Holden sighed and nodded, letting his pressure die down. Dallas sighed too, relaxing and pushing his leg forward a bit, pushing his package into Holden’s hand a bit further. Holden caressed his sack, careful not to cause anymore distress and nodded. 

“Okay, okay.” 

Holden moved his hand up and rubbed Dallas’s stomach, and used his other to draw circles on Dallas’s upper thigh, veering closely to his soft bottom. When he put a bit of pressure on it, he felt it’s bony interior and made sure to be gentler. 

“Sorry. Are you still okay?”

“Yeah… that hurt though. Felt like you were breaking my nut dude…”

“Haha, I don’t want to do that. I want to keep on playing.”

“Yeah, I do too. So be careful…”

“For sure. You like this stuff?”

“Uhh... mrph.“

“It’s okay to say no, Dallas. We’re just having fun.”

“Well… not really. It hurts a lot, but I don’t mind it that bad.”

“Okay, we don’t have to do this a lot. But, kissing and stuff. That’s cool?”

“Uh, yeah I think so. It’s cool. Honestly…” Dallas trailed off.

“Yeah?” Holden prompted, lying down next to Dallas, on his side just like he was. “Talk to me.”

“Well… I’m happy to do stuff with you. Anything, really.”

Holden smiled and blushed loudly. He put his face into the covers, then crawled over to Dallas and put himself over him, holding him tightly and feeling overcast in happy arms as Dallas covered him too. 

“But no butt stuff.”

Dallas felt Holden giggle in his arms. He dug his head in deeper, shifting his face so his nose was looking down at his legs as Dallas turned to lie on his back. 

“Don’t worry, no butt stuff. Are you cool with me playing with your dick too?” Holden asked, moving a hand to fondle Dallas’s soft dick, pulling on it up and down, using his thumb to work on the skin under the soft green underwear. 

“Yeah. I’d rather you squeeze my dick than balls…” He laughed and felt his dick get squeezed tightly by Holden’s playful hand. 

“Owowow!” Dallas let out in levity, holding onto Holden tighter as he twisted and pulled him around, swinging him to the other side with his whole body, arms and legs. Holden shrieked and laughed as he was pulled around and landed on his back, with Dallas’s dick in hand. 

“Be careful! I don’t want to rip it off!”

“Trust me, if I haven’t accidentally ripped my dick off yet, you won’t either.” Dallas said, gesturing with his hand and furiously moving his wrist with hand loosely open. Holden slapped at Dallas’s hand and looked up at him. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t gotta use your hand anymore.” 

Holden’s green eyes glimmered as he looked up at Dallas, who’s brown eyes watched him gleefully, watching Holden slither down seductively, his nose pressing against Dallas’s package as he passed it. Then, he moved back in with his tongue, licking Dallas’s ballsack from the bottom, moving up and then up to his dickhead, and moved in on that. The taste of cotton wasn’t particularly charming for Holden, but the scent and taste of manhood more than made up for it. Not to mention, the expression and shiver Dallas made was more than enough to make him do far more appalling things. 

Holden reached for the strap of Dallas’s underwear and pulled it down, watching Dallas as he pulled at it, and then looked down at Dallas’s equipment uncovered for the first time. Two, perfectly healthy and red orbs hang fantastically underneath a perfect looking piece of meat that called to Holden. He licked the tip, tasting the immersive, pungent meat that had its own very distinct and arousing taste, texture and aroma. Once his tongue made contact with it, Dallas couldn't help but let out a shivering moan. He never felt anything like that before. 

 

Holden gently cupped Dallas’s sack as well, filling his palm up just like he did before, but the electricity that coursed through him felt so much more pure and enthralling, now that there was no fabric between their skin. 

Holden used his other hand to lift up Dallas’s growing member, and looked at the nuts in his hand, watching them fill up his palm and squeeze through his fingers as he put a bit of pressure down. He moved up and moved his mouth around Dallas’s cock as he worked on his sack, careful not to put too much pressure down, despite his inclination to close his hand completely with something so fun and exciting filling up his fingers. 

“Ugh… oh, fuck.” Dallas moaned out.

Holden moaned as he licked the piece in his mouth and worked on Dallas’s equipment, his other hand holding onto Dallas's thin thigh, pressuring down on it as he moved his head and body in motion. He moved his other hand to the base of the member in his mouth, guiding it as he kept his eyes moving between both the equipment in his hands and Dallas’s face, making sure he’s enjoying this as much as he was. From the sound and look of it, Dallas was in heaven, even with his balls getting pressured like they were. They weren’t quite getting squeezed, but the pressure was impossible to ignore, especially since it was on his sensitive and sore parts. 

And then, there was a knock on the door. 

“Holden!? Your clothes are downstairs, I just did the laundry. Do you want me to bring them up to you?”

Holden choked on Dallas’s hard cock, accidentally biting down on his member and snapping his fist shut around his step-brother's balls. Dallas choked on his closed mouth as both happened, pulling his legs up and clenching hard. The pain exploding suddenly from the pleasure and his eyes rolled.

“Muphk… awk, oh no! I’ll be there!” Holden rushed out with a sore throat, directed at the door.

Turning back to Dallas, his hands were clutching his crotch and face scrunching in pain. Holden was smiling through his teeth, holding and rubbing his throat thoughtlessly. 

 

"Are you alright?" Was asked behind the door.  

“Yeah, yeah, sorry! Don’t come in, I’ll be there!” He rasped, turning back again and trying to sound firm.

“Oh… ok…” Marie said worriedly, but walking back downstairs. Something’s up with those boys she thought. She wondered what her son was up to.

Holden sat against the bed and caught his breath, as Dallas curled up and cupped his balls and now soft dick, with his shorts around his ankles and underwear on his thighs. He groaned and pushed his head into the bed, his tan ass on the bed and knees up, his hands nursing his aching package. His dick getting bitten was terrible, and the teethmarks did not feel good. Neither did his squeezed spuds, which were almost ready to get juiced. But not anymore. They just sat in his sack, swimming in the pain.

“That was… unlucky. Are you okay?” Holden asked, getting up and putting his hand on Dallas’s bare thigh. It was warm, but there wasn’t much he could do to help and he could knew that. But he still smiled, enjoying the situation. He tried very hard to sound sincere, which he was.

“Fucking… mom. Again, breaking my balls. Now breaking my dick too...” Dallas curled away from Holden thoughtlessly.

Holden laughed and held Dallas’s stomach by holding his arm over his waist, rubbing it and embracing his step-brother. 

“Sorry bro. You know I love you though. Let’s put your clothes back on before I go though.”

Holden gently pulled Dallas onto his back and helped him sit up. He pet his stomach affectionately then reached over and pulled up his underwear for him, despite Dallas holding onto his nuts with both hands. It looked like there was a heavy rock in his underwear after they were pulled up. 

“Come on, move your hands, you’ll stretch your pants like that.”

Dallas groaned and pulled his hands as Holden held them up. Holden then put Dallas’s hands together, sandwiching them and putting his curly hair on Dallas’s bony shoulder. 

“Ahhh… listen, I’ll finish you off later, okay? Hopefully you won’t get blue balls.” Holden said dreamily, as he took the top hand off of the hand sandwich and quickly smacked it down to Dallas’s unprotected balls. Dallas yelled out and bent up, about to fall to the floor before Holden caught him and laughed. He held him tight and pulled him back to his bed. 

“Fuuucckk… noo, why…” Dallas whimpered, his eyes watering as he tensed and started to cough on Holden’s pillow. 

“Because it’s fun… don’t worry, if you throw up, I’ll clean it up. It’s the least I could do.” Holden mused as he got off Dallas and took a step back. He rubbed his back as he watched him writhe on his bed. He twisted and pushed, and Holden loved to see it. He especially loved seeing Dallas’s ass, highlighted by the tight green underwear, bulging out as he moved on his bed. Watching him jerk forward and cough, a hand firmly between his legs and legs kicking was a Kodak moment if he’s ever seen one. Especially when he saw Dallas’s feet cross and push his bottom up. He even saw a bit of meat poking out from behind, between his fingers. He knew exactly what it was, and couldn’t help himself. 

He snuck back in and pushed a finger into that slot, pushing into Dallas’s sore, swollen sack and heard him whimper loudly, pulling his butt in and turn his weakness away. Now facing Holden, he showed his distraught face morphing in further agony as he grimaced deeper on the bed. A loud groan echoed in his throat and a hack came out. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist, that was so mean.” Holden moved back in and tried to embrace Dallas, who responded by shaking his body in distress. 

“Honestly, I’ll make it up to you, okay! You can puke, I’ll clean it up, no worries. Let it out.”

“MMrrrrmmph… fuck you dude… so bad. Not co-oo-hool…”

“Haha, sorry, sorry! But you love me bro, I know.” Holden embraced Dallas tighter and rubbed his ass for him, in both a mocking and comforting way. He did it for about a minute, caressing him until Holden thought Dallas might be feeling a little bit better. 

“You feeling better? Gonna puke still?”

Holden looked down at Dallas’s face, which was quite a sight. It looked like he passed out from drinking too much, beat red and drool was pooling on his bed. At least, he thought it was drool. He wasn’t ready to ask or investigate. 

“You alive?”

“I wish I were dead…”Leaked out of his mouth, lips barely moving.

Holden laughed and rubbed Dallas’s bottom and thigh, giving him a loving kiss on his cheek. 

“Stay cute, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

Holden pushed up off his bed, almost skipping to the door as he opened it, and turned around to look at Dallas one last time. His messy hair and dark skin curled in a ball, legs slowly shifting in his underwear. Holden gently closed the door and turned with a smile that could crack a chin, as he made his way down the stairs.