Bro’s Room 5: Big Bro Undies

 

 

 

Hernando was surprised the first time.

He was gaming, sitting on his bedroom floor, and heard, “Bro you are sucking at this.” That wasn’t his little brother’s voice and when he turned around that certainly wasn't his little brother’s body on Hernando’s bed. There was a hunkier, older version of Enrique lounging on Hernando’s bed. He was bigger, heavier, developed, but there was no denying the face, even with the roundness melted off. Tattoos had migrated onto his form and sat there as if they always existed. More importantly, Enrique was rocking Hernando’s boxers. The appearance of the socks and hat were a mystery to Hernando. While they were both Hernando’s style, they weren’t his. 

Hernando paused Mario Kart Double Dash on the Game Cube, as he stood up and exclaimed Enrique. 

“What?” Enrique asked as Hernando peered over him. Hernando poked at his brother’s pec, one good jab on the left tit, between the tat and the nipple. “Hey man, what the hell?” Enrique said, more shocked than upset.

Soft, warm, sculpted muscle right under his touch. Hernando was in shock. While he was winning, when the game started, he had heard Enrique making noise on his bed, but his little brother had been willing to do all kinds of underhanded tactics to win, so Hernando usually ignored him. After the sounds stopped, Hernando thought Enrique had given up, but then Hernando started falling behind as Enrique began winning. 

Which led to, “Bro you are sucking at this.”

“What happened to you?” Hernando asked, hovered over his brother. 

“What are you talking about, you going to start the game back or?” Enrique shook his controller, miffed.

Hernando had no idea if Enrique was pretending or not. His little brother looked as old as him, just two young adult studs kicking it with video games. Entranced, Hernando ran his finger over Enrique's nipple and down his abs. All real. No magic tricks or illusions. Hernando’s hand went lower, and Enrique didn’t stop him, a curious look on his face, wondering what his older brother was up to. Hernando’s hand slid over his boxers, the same material as always, nothing special, except now there was a mound, firming up the more he rubbed over it. Hernando’s hand just rested there for a while, no longer moving, just feeling the intense heat right under his palm divided by thin fabric. Neither brother said anything, simply existed in the moment.

“These are mine.” Hernando managed to say eventually.

Enrique’s eyes went down, “Fuck, I think you’re right. Why am I wearing them?” He asked, voice heavy

“I think… you got too curious for your own good.” Their faces had gotten closer, words exchanged slower, lips mere inches. Hernando was soaking in Enrique's body heat from above and down below. It was like looking at a different version of himself. And if he were to go for it, smash his lips into Enrique’s, would that be self-love, or the weirdest form of masturbation. Before he could find out, the front door downstairs opened. Hernando jumped up, while Enrique wasn't fazed at all.

“How am I going to explain this?” He said out loud but more to himself.

“Explain what?” Enrique asked, watching his brother run out of the room.

“Hey Mom,” Hernando said, coming down the steps. He stopped halfway down to lean over the banister as if some form of protection. “So, this isn’t going to make a lot of sense but—

“Hernando, why are you still in your underwear?” his mom cut him off. “It’s a beautiful Saturday. You're not at college anymore, I’ve said this every summer—

“Hey Ma,” Enrique walked down the steps, behind his brother and leaned on the rail more lazily. Hernando’s mouth dropped as his heart fell out his ass and his blood ran cold.

“Enrique not you too,” Their mom slapped her head, “¡Ay, ay, ay! Mijos, you shouldn’t waste the days away because you’re not at college.” She stopped herself taking a deep breath, “It’s fine. You're both old enough to make your own decisions.”

Hernando found two things weird. One, his mom never just gave up, trying to tell him how to spend summer. Two, she made no comment about Enrique, like she didn’t even notice. He was going to ask about it when something caught his eye. On their mantle, directly across from the stairs was a family portrait. It was a few years old, but anyone could identify the faces, not to mention the height differences were all distinct, with Hernando being the tallest. Except now, Hernando could see another figure on the other side of his dad just as tall. He walked down the steps towards the picture. The older, mature Enrique, now had a spot in the picture while Hernando’s little brother had disappeared, as if whipped from existence. Hernando’s heart started to beat rapidly: What the fuck happened to his little brother?

“Everything alright, bro?” Enrique asked with that rich baritone hitting Hernando’s ears. Hernando’s eyes were flying though, it wasn't just the family picture, there were other discrepancies in the house. Larger coats on the rack, more trophies around the house, old sports equipment leaking out of the closet. Hernando went down; he heard his brother yell and his mom scream.

Hernando woke up later on the couch. Enrique beside him, the smell of food wafting in his nose.

“You're awake.” Enriques smiled, still rocking it out in Hernando’s boxers, “Gave your big bro a scare there. Mom swore it was low blood sugar, that’s why she’s whipping up something good now.”

“You’re my big brother?” Hernando asked to.

“Did you hit your head on the way down?” Enrique pressed softly on Hernando’s temples. “Course I am.”

Hernando sat up, taking it all in. His mom and brother confirmed that he was okay, then the day continued on. No lulls or pauses in the world. Nothing was out of place except for him and the knowledge that Enrique had changed. Him and Enrique gamed in his room as usual, except now Hernando’s ass was losing. Dinner was a bit of an awkward meal as everyone noticed, Hernando staring at Enrique from across the table. Hernando didn't mean to, but even the way Enrique ate, was more in line with Hernando’s own habits. Like watching a mirror version of yourself.

When he went to bed, Hernando worried if he’d be stuck in the changed world forever. He heard his brother head to the showers, feet slamming down the hall. When the water started, Hernando closed his eyes and fell asleep. 

The next morning, Hernando was the first one in the house awake. He got up scratching his back as he went to the bathroom. His boxers that Enrique had been parading around the other day were laying on the floor in the center. He stared at them as he used the bathroom. Why had his brother just left them there? After washing his hands, he picked them up, annoyed, knowing his mom would have beat their ass if she saw them. He marched to Enrique’s room knocking then entering, as was the right of any older brother, “Yo dude, mom’s gonna kill us if you leave my stuff out.” He stopped talking as turning around in the bed to look at him wasn’t the stud from the day prior, just his sleepy younger brother.

“Hmm?” Enrique barely got out.

“N–Nevermind.” Hernando stepped back out and closed the door quietly. He poked his head downstairs. Everything was back to normal, His younger brother in his proper place in the family. Hernando went back to his room, boxers in hand. His eyes were fixed on them. Had they become some kind of portal or trigger to an alternate space? An idea popped into his head as he put them on. He pulled them up over his legs and closed his eyes. He expected a tingle. The world to shake. Lights dancing. Something. He opened an eye. Everything looked the same. 

He stood in his room until he felt stupid. They were just boxers. He took them off and tossed them into his hamper. 

When it happened again, Hernando wasn’t even in his room. He had gone downstairs to whip his brother and himself up some sandwiches. Thumping came from upstairs, then loud moaning. He stepped into the living room to make sure he was hearing right. The sounds were unmistakable and this time he watched his house change to its other form with his older brother’s life inserted. 

Hernando rushed upstairs, skipping steps, as he burst into his own room. There on his bed was the older version of Enrique, wearing Hernando’s jockstrap. His ass was firmed up in the back, while the pouch was filled in the front, hairy legs through each of the strap holes.

 

Hernando gulped. The boxers, he should not have left them on his bed, even if they were clean, but he understood Enrique’s curiosity getting the better of him. The jockstraps, however, were not just out in the open. Hernando was an athlete, so it wasn’t odd to have them, but Hernando also hadn’t quite explained to his family that he liked to wear them when he was home alone and absolutely no one was around. There was a fun freedom in rocking a strap. Thankfully, that was all Enrique discovered. Still though, his older brother was back and in Hernando’s jockstrap.

“You, uh got my jock strap on,” Hernando stated.

“I do?” The man looked down at his body, “Shit, I do. Sorry about that.” He pulled the jock strap off with one hand. Enrique's fat engorged cock swung free, over Hernando’s bed and Hernando thought he was going to nut his brains out.  Enrique cooly handed over the jockstrap plopping it down into Hernando's palm. “There you go.” He stated as if all was good now. Hernando had no words and just walked out. As he came down the steps the world slowly shifted back into its original form. With no one else but his brother around, Hernando put the jock strap on while on the stairs. Nothing special happened. Just a jockstrap…with a very warmed pouch. He pulled it off, frustrated.

After the sandwiches were done, he walked back upstairs, handing his brother his sandwich. They sat eating together, Hernando on the floor, Enrique on the bed. Hernando scratched his head not knowing how to say it, but brought it up anyway, “So you…took my jockstrap earlier.”

“I did?” Enrique said innocently.

“Uh, you definitely did. Like with my boxers.” Hernando chuckled, “I’m not mad. Guess I just want to know why lil bro?” Or more truthfully how were they ‘activating’ for Enrique and not Hernando.

Enrique, bunched up on Hernando’s bed, sandwich close to his chest, pouted. “Well, you have all these cool underwear and all I got are briefs. I was curious so I put them on, but then I woke up with them off.”

“Like you black out?”

“Yeah,” Enrique shrugged.

Alright, so maybe Hernando’s underwear wasn’t a portal to another plane, he could admit that was dumb, but then, what were they?

“Do you want to try a pair on?” Hernando asked as Enrique nodded his head like an excited puppy.  “Alright here,” He presented the jockstrap from earlier, then turned his body to give Enrique privacy. When the moaning started, he was determined not to look, but curiosity got the better of him. He snuck a peek that turned into a full look. Enrique’s body was enlarging around the jockstrap and within it. The boy rocketed to the ceiling as his muscles filled in with slabs hardened like concrete.

And then, Hernando’s big brother was back.

“What am I…” Enrique started but found Hernando staring at him opened mouthed. Enrique’s eyes went down, “I’m still in your jock strap?” He went to pull it off, but Hernando’s hand caught his wrist.

“Wait, just leave it for now.”  Hernando asked, Enrique’s bulge pulsed in response.

“Sorry,” Enrique blushed. “I think I just find your stuff super comfortable.”

“That’s okay,” Hernando shrugged, digesting this information and what he had witnessed. He pulled his hand away. “Let’s finish eating.” Enrique nodded and sat down, the bed cowering to his weight. Hernando took it all in, the size of Enrique’s legs, his large calves, the hair, the tattoos on his upper body, his smell. Perhaps narcissistic to think, but Hernando thought Enrique smelled good, smelled like him. Though often impossible to smell one's own scent, Hernando couldn't mistake a blend unique of him mixed in with his brother’s. 

A week later, Hernando sat hunched in his room trying to figure out the secret to his underwear. No matter how many times he put them on himself nothing happened, but then Enrique would slap a pair on and the world changed. Hernando was thrust from one world to the other, no one ever picking up on the skips in reality. Each version of Enrique would question when he got the underwear on or off but would never go beyond that thought and accept it. Meanwhile Hernando toiled away trying to figure it out, but he was a jock-gamer not a scientist. He tried different pairs of his underwear, boxers, the jockstraps, he tried different rooms. Nada. He even tried it in reverse: put on Enrique’s underwear. Putting one foot in made the undergarments rip. He scrapped that idea. 

While Hernando stared into his underwear drawer, Enrique wandered in. Before his brother even had to ask Hernando tossed him a jockstrap. Hernando was too focused; there was a secret here. He just had to find it. He heard Enrique slip on the jockstrap and change. Hernando even tossed back a shirt and one of his actual hats. 

“Again?” Enrique sucked his teeth quietly, followed by, “Oh shoot, thanks bro.”

“Ugh, I don’t get it,” Hernando turned around.

“What don’t you get?” Enrique asked, laid out like someone who owned the bed, not just laying on it.  

Hernando’s nostrils flared at the sight; Enrique dressed in his clothes and looking even more jockish. The once-older brother, pounced on Enrique, couldn’t help himself. He felt drawn to the man in front of him. Their lips met. Enrique made no argument against it, instead he melted into the kiss. As the older brother perhaps, he should have guided Hernando away from this path but neither body was able to deny its wants. How could he? Enrique was a big bro who loved wearing his younger brother's stuff. Most of all his underwear.  

“Mmmmm,” Hernando roared into his brother's lips as he felt the intense heat and throbbing from underneath his own jockstrap’s pouch. Enrique’s cock was attempting to make a mistake. Hernando slid a hand down between them and freed his brother’s cock, out the side of the jock strap, gripping it. It was out of a movie as he stroked Enrique’s cock then, slipped his own dick between his older brother’s ass cheeks. The round globes swallowed him to the hilt as his hips went on auto pilot.

The bed squeaked as Hernando planted his arms on either side of Enrique’s larger body. He transitioned into a more intentional thrusting.

“Shit, you got a big cock, Lil bro,” Enrique, bulk incarnate, moaned.

“You like that? Your little brother’s huge cock in your ass?” Hernando asked.

“Hell yes!” Enrique leaned his head back.

Hernando was taken by the large cock in his hand, growing bigger by the second. He wondered what the long club would feel like shoved up his ass.

Only the sounds of the hips meeting could be heard through the house. Enrique’s ass drew in more of Hernando with each thrust. Hernando could only imagine this was what it meant for someone to go fuck themselves.

 Enrique grabbed at Hernando's head, locking their eyes together, “I want you to cum inside me.”

A simple head nod was all Hernando could do as words failed him. His balls felt more swollen than ever and his shaft was ready to burst. The pressure was insurmountable and wanted release. “It’s cumming!” 

“Do it bro,” he held his head closer, “pump my nephews inside of me.”

That did it, Hernando’s cock head flared and exploded. He dumped hot white cum deep inside Enrique, their shared DNA, a closer genetic match than ever before, clogging up his older brother's colon. “Fuck—SHIT!” Hernando’s body convulsed with each shot.

“Holy hell!” Enrique's cock fired off thick ropes between them, strands connecting their torsos.

Hernando collapsed on his older brother’s body; they rolled around together making out some more. Hernando was so drained he passed out, unable to help as Enrique took the plates away and tucked him into bed.

The next morning when he woke up, Enrique was already in his room, waiting, football under his arm. “Where were you hiding these from, comfortable as hell.”

The newly appointed younger brother’s mouth dropped, Enrique had found his personal ‘special’ underwear. For those times Hernando was really feeling himself. No one had seen those underwear before.

 

“I was thinking we could go outside and play some football in the backyard, you up for it?”

A very prominent bulge had stolen, Hernando’s attention, “In only that?” He meant to say in only my underwear.

His older brother shrugged, "We have a fence, if the neighbors look over it, not my job if they get offended.”

Hernando scrambled to get outside, Enrique chuckling. Tossing the football was more of an excuse for them to tackle each other to the ground. They were evenly matched with even skills: Hernando’s skills. Though Enrique and this world had an entire history of how he molded his own skills. It didn't matter to Hernando, watching Enrique’s bulge grow with every brush of skin, and stretch his underwear was more than he could have asked for. 

They found their way back inside Hernando's bedroom. Hernando on Enrique’s lap. His ass got split open by his older brother’s fuck stick. Enrique wrecked his hole with strength Hernando didn’t know he possessed. Felt like getting fucked by himself. Hernando never wanted it to end. His senses were battered away, until he was out.

The next day, Hernando woke up, groggily getting out of bed, a heavy presence beside him. He sat up, landing on his underwear that Enrique had worn yesterday. He playfully kicked it away, recalling he had the horniest dream last night. Something reached for his waist and Hernando launched out of bed spinning around.

“Bro, what’s wrong?” came from behind him.

Hernando’s mouth fell open. Lying in his bed was the nude older version of Enrique, underwear completely off. “This isn’t possible, that was a dream.” he said to himself.

“Hermano, I can assure you yesterday was very real, now stop being weird and get back in bed, we probably have another hour before mom and dad wake up.”