Brotherly Crush

“Hey, big guy, time to wake up.” I heard a melodic male voice call to me, pulling me from Luna’s realm. I opened my purple eyes with a few blinks and saw him, the love of my life; my big brother, Thunderlane. “That’s more like it, champ. I’ve got breakfast ready for you, let’s get it while it’s hot.”

I couldn’t help but smile and think about how hot he was. His dark gray fur, his cropped two tone mane, and the fact that he was a flier in the Wonderbolts. He had mares over every so often to fulfill his adult needs, and he was practically my parent; but that would be weird. I didn’t look at my dad the same way I looked at Thunderlane. I couldn’t, he wasn’t in my life like my big brother was.

I nodded and got up as Thunderlane turned away and flicked his tail, showing me what I needed and someday would have filling me up. He didn’t know how I felt, and it hurt to know he might not feel the same. But, someday I’d tell him and we’d make love like lovers do. I know I’m still young, but I know what sex is. I masturbate and have had some experience with sex.

Snails let me lick his penis and he did the same to me, to see what it was like. I loved it but he said it reminded him of licking a cooked carrot. I took it as a compliment, but that was as far as it went. He didn’t want to try anything more. Not like I wanted to. I often do stuff in the bath or shower. I think of how good it will feel and sometimes I use shampoo bottles or the plunger handle, imagining what it’ll be like when my big bro mounts me and fills me with his stallionhood.

But, it’s not the same as what I think the real thing will be like.

“I’ll be there in a couple minutes, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” I tell him and rub my eyes with my forelegs.

“Sure thing, I’ll plate you up.”

I hurried to the bathroom, hiding my erection as I watched his hips sway with each step, teasing me. I closed the door and sat down, wrapped gray my fetlocks around my penis and started stroking. A minute later I got the shivers and watched as my penis went soft, then receded into my sheath. Sighing, I finally went to the toilet to pee and then washed my forehooves.

I could handle this. It’s just another start to the day with my brother. The sexiest stallion I know, sitting so close to me I could hold his giant hoof with mine. Lean in. Press my snout to his. He’d push me back and roll me to my belly and nibble my ear.

I shook my head. I had to stop thinking of sex so much, it wasn’t going to do me any favors until we started doing it. I left the bathroom and went to the kitchen, smelling breakfast and when I walked in my brother was wearing an apron; a silly thing that was pink with lace frills. I giggled at him.

“What? This old thing?” He used one of his strong wings to pat the apron. “Sit down, buddy, and let’s eat. I’ve got oatmeal deluxe this morning, then after we eat I was thinking we could play catch for a little bit before school starts.”

I took my seat on the floor by the table at my spot and he served me a big bowl of oatmeal deluxe.

Breakfast was good, but it was a school day so I had to hurry and eat. I didn’t really like how quickly the morning passed. One hour was all I got before I had to go to school for a tiring six whole hours surrounded by fillies that don’t know about my sexual preference or the stallion that holds my heart in his hooves.

I have to keep up the act of being like my brother, even though fillies gross me out. They’re smelly, leave wet marks when they sit, and try to tease us colts by flicking their tails to show us their gross slits that smell weird and make me feel funny, but not in a good way. I want to push them into the grass whenever they do that, but I know I’ll just get into trouble.

I have time to go outside and play catch with my brother for a little while and work on my flying while I do, hovering and chasing the ball above the ground before I have to land to pick it up and throw it back. I miss more than I catch, but it’s okay because that’s how I’m gonna be a great flier like Thunderlane.

Time comes to go and I hurry to get my saddlebags on, my brother comes to help cinch my girth strap and I secretly smell his coat. He smells like the shampoo from the bottle I stuck halfway in my butt, thinking of him. I smile and feel the muscles inside me relax a little, letting myself drop out some.

“There ya go, little bro. Woah, you’re showing a little. You should put that away before some filly sees it and-”

I flap my wings and get some primaries in his mouth to shut him up. “Gross, bro. That’s the last thing I want.” I say, grimacing. He thinks it’s because of the fillies, but I just almost let slip that I prefer colts and stallions. Well, stallion.

“Message received. Still if you need a couple minutes to take care of it, I won’t tell.” He teased. I blushed bright enough to be seen and I receded. “That’s more like it. Save it for, what’s her name, Silver Spoon?”

I gag and stick out my tongue. “Grosser! She’s a total girly girl and is totally not into me like that.”

He laughs and it sends my heart aflutter before he ushers me to the door and pushes me out, his snout against my tail that’s barely covering my balls. His snout was practically huffing my balls and all I could think about was telling him my secret and staying home that day. Buck school and everything, this could be the day.

“Okay, I’m going.” Maybe not.

“See you later. I have Wonderbolt practice, then a few things to take care of. I won’t be back when you get home, but I’ll be back to start dinner for you.”

He waved at me as I left, hovering just above the ground to show off. Once he stepped back inside I landed and hurried down the dirt road to school. Once there I sat at my desk by Snails. He was cute in how dumb he was, how proud of that fact about himself he flaunted it around town.

It was undeniably cute, innocent and made him one of the sexiest colts in class. I talked a little with him and Snips about after school activities and places to play, including the new games at the arcade. Button Mash and Pip came into the conversation at that point and we all agreed to go home and collect a few bits then meet at the arcade around two in the afternoon.

Ms. Cheerilee called class to start and we all took our seats, most of us losing interest in the current lesson of pre-calculus and how it would be used in our everyday lives once we got both our marks and an apprenticeship. All I could think of was seeing my brother’s balls that morning. His tail swaying, his hips bouncing…

“Ew! Ms. Cheerilee, Rumble’s showing again!” Silver Spoon called out to the class, getting them to all look at me as I tried to hide my erection. I pulled a book from inside my desk to cover as much of it as I could.

The whole class giggled and laughed at me. It’s not like I was the only colt to get turned on during class, but Silver Spoon has an obvious crush on me, and typical fillies tease those they like the most.

“Now, class, don’t be mean. Everypony has moments like these, even you, little miss.” Cheerilee said.

Silver Spoon rolled her eyes. “I don’t have that problem. Mine doesn’t show when it happens.”

Ms. Cheerilee sighed and hurried over to me, standing between me and the gray bitch. “Are you okay? Do you need a moment in the back alone to take care of it?”

I blushed fiercely and shook my head, concentrating on seeing fillies flicking their tails to hurry it down. “I’ll be okay. It’s already almost gone.”

“For now,” Diamond Tiara shouted getting most of the class to laugh again. I looked around and saw nearly everypony except Scootaloo and Apple Bloom laughing, they were leaning in to whisper to each other. I swear by how they act they’re as gay as I am, only it’s acceptable for them to be.

Celestia forbids a colt or stallion is gay, taking away from the gene pool.

Thinking that was the last straw and I was able to set my book back in the desk. Ms. Cheerilee moved back to the front of class and resumed her lesson. I saw Silver Spoon taking notes, but then I sat back to see what she was writing; she was drawing penises. Nice ones, too. Big, meaty ones with huge sacks.

She caught me looking and gasped, blushed, and shoved the paper into her saddlebag before she was caught by anypony else. All I could do was smirk. “Like what you saw?” I teased her under my breath. Her ears turned to me while she sat straight at her desk. “I got more where that came from.”

I liked seeing her shift in her seat, knowing she was getting bothered by my teasing. I chose to stop, though. Thunderlane said I had to be the bigger pony when it came to teasing, after all.

“Ms. Cheerilee?” Silver Spoon called and raised her foreleg. I rolled my eyes, ready to be teased again.

“Yes, Silver Spoon?”

“Can I go to the restroom?”

Buck being the bigger pony. “She just needs to rub one off, Ms. Cheerilee.”

“Rumble!” The teacher scolded me, harshly. Silver Spoon blushed from her neck to her ears and she glared death at me. “We do not call other ponies out like that, am I understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Cheerilee.”

“Silver Spoon, you may go and you don’t need to explain yourself now or when you get back.”

Silver Spoon hesitated, then got up to go.

“Don’t forget to wash your hooves when you’re done,” I said as she started to make her way down the aisle.

Silver Spoon’s tail clamped down and she hurried, lowering her head as she passed the teacher, who was making a beeline for me. “That’s it, young stallion. You’re staying after class to help me clean up.”

“What?! But, I was gonna-”

“You can either help me, or I can tell your brother about you being mean to your classmates.” Cheerilee was clearly being the adult and I couldn’t help but cower under the look she gave me. I couldn’t risk Thunderlane finding out I was mean to a filly that liked me, it wouldn’t make me look good in his eyes, for certain. I just nodded my head and stayed quiet. “That’s better. I’d suggest you stay silent when she returns, or you’ll be doing double duty.”

I nodded again, trying not to frown. She turned to walk away and I stuck my tongue out at her, it was all I could do, after all. The lesson resumed and I glanced at the clock. It had only been ten minutes since school started.

It was going to be a long day.