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Title: Making it Fit

Authors: AmandaLee & BloodylocksBathory

Fandom: Heroes

Genre: Erotic, Humor

Rating: NC-17

Prompt: Nathan/Peter. Peter discovers Nathan in women�s clothes. Nathan is mad at first, but Peter expresses his enjoyment of the sight and things get hot.

A/N: Written for a prompt in the Nathan Petrelli Memorial Kink Meme: "Nathan/Peter, Peter catches Nathan wearing women's underwear and is turned on by it. Nathan is angry/ashamed, until Peter lets him know just how much he likes it."

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Making It Fit

Peter knew that Nathan was not fond of surprise visits � claiming it was due to his being such an important person � but tonight Peter simply could see no harm in it. It was Friday night, and he was looking forward to spending an evening in front of the TV with his big brother, both of them snacking on junk food and potato chips while watching some silly comedy or brainless action movie. And after that, if Nathan was up for it, perhaps something more�
Taking the elevator up to his brother�s apartment, Peter was already carrying two bags of Chinese take-away that he had picked up on his way here.
Peter was not one to barge in, but he also was not the type to wait for his own brother to answer the door. If he was lucky, Nathan had left the door unlocked, as sometime that rare mistake happened. Perfect older brother, huh?
He knocked four times and turned the knob. Sure enough, the door was not locked.
Peter was not one to barge in, but he also was not the type to wait for his own brother to answer the door. If he was lucky, Nathan had left the door unlocked, as sometime that rare mistake happened. Perfect older brother, huh?
He knocked four times and turned the knob. Sure enough, the door was not locked.
"Nathan, it's just me," Peter announced as he entered. "You in here?"
As opposed to what, he asked himself mentally. In Alaska?
"Nathan?" he called out again, closing the door behind him. This time he heard some movement in his brother's bedroom, some swift scrabbling. Brow furrowed, Peter wondered what could be going on. A burglar perhaps? A silly thought, but this was New York. Preparing himself with a fire poker, he quickly swung the door to Nathan's bedroom open.
Not even his in his wildest, dirtiest, kinkiest imagination, could Peter have pictured the sight before him. Nathan was posing in front of a full-figure mirror, dressed in nothing except a pair of stiletto heels, a black lace bra around his muscled, furry chest, and a matching pair of lace panties.
When the lawyer spun around to find out who was intruding on this obviously very private moment, Peter could see that his brother had an erection; his large dick was curved upward and confined by the snug material, almost threatening to bulge out on either side of the transparent lace fabric.
Peter dropped the two bags of food he was holding, and kept staring at Nathan with a look on his face that must have been indescribable.
Nathan's mouth hung open, but nothing came out. Peter managed to find his own voice first.
"Oh my god."
Nathan must have reached a level of panic at that point. Or rage. Or both. Whatever he felt, it inspired him to shriek at Peter to get out.
Shriek? Oh brother.
"Right! Right! Sorry!" Peter blurted as he grabbed the food and slammed the door. The younger man lingered next to the door, hearing first the turn of a lock, then heavy breathing. Could it have been humiliation, or anger? Was Nathan jerking off now? Peter did not want to assume such, but the image of his older brother's impressive erection fit to burst from lacy panties was stuck in his head.
"Good god," he muttered, heading for the kitchen.
The food had mostly survived in the bag after the drop, although some of it had to be wiped up before being placed on the counter. Peter figured if he pretended nothing had happened minutes ago, Nathan may not turn into a nervous wreck, so the young man removed some plates and silverware, preparing their dinner.
He called out for Nathan from the kitchen, announcing that the food was ready, but he received no reply, and Nathan did not emerge from hiding. In fact, there were no sounds at all coming from the bedroom. Peter waited patiently for over half an hour, but after getting nothing but ominous silence, worry started to gnaw at him. Whatever it was Nathan had been doing � he was getting off on wearing women�s underwear, Peter told himself � he had no appreciated one bit getting caught doing it. Now apparently he was too angry or embarrassed to even face his kid brother and was most likely waiting for Peter to leave� unless�
Nathan would not be desperate enough to try to harm himself, would he? Peter wanted to think not; Nathan had always been the strong one, the sensible one, the mature one� and yet here he was, getting caught being a closet transvestite.
Peter went and rapped urgently on the door to Nathan�s bedroom. �Nathan!� he called. �Hey, come on now! Why don�t you open the door for me?�
Worry was filling Peter's every thought, and he knocked again. He was about to start knocking the door in when he heard the lock click open.
"Nathan?" he murmured, uncertain.
The door opened, and there stood Nathan, dressed in khaki pants and a polo shirt. He stood tall, jaw tight, as though trying to show off... what? His clothes?
His masculinity? Peter found himself wondering.
"Peter, I'm probably going to turn in now. You don't have to stay."
Peter looked behind him at the digital clock on the wall.
"Nate, it's only 8 o'clock. Tell me what's wrong."
"What do you think is wrong?" his big brother snapped miserably. "Or did you forget about what you just walked in on?"
"Well..." Peter hesitated. "Maybe if we talked about it..."
�Oh yeah, talking, like that�s gonna make it alright!� Nathan seethed. �I know what you think about me, Peter. I could see it in your eyes. You don�t have to spell it out for me.�
�What are you talking about, Nathan?� Peter asked softly, unsure if it would be wise to approach his brother now. He did it anyway, slowly, making sure he did not intimidate Nathan.
Ha! Intimidate Nathan? Normally it was the other way around. His big brother could be very intimidating without even realizing it himself.
�Admit it, Peter! You think I�m a fucking freak. Don�t you deny it, you little shit.� Nathan covered his eyes with a large hand, as if to hide possible tears. �If this gets out, my career might be over!�
Peter gently placed a hand of his own on Nathan�s back, rubbing at the tense musculature. �Really� You�ve fucked your own brother, Nathan. What could possibly be worse than that?�
Nathan was about to spit out some kind of retort, but he stopped himself. Sighing, he rubbed at his forehead.
"You can't understand. Not something like this."
Nathan did not expect to he slapped in the back of the neck.
"OW, what the hell was that for?!" he exclaimed, grasping at the sore spot.
Peter frowned. "How many times have I said the same thing? I get upset, don't feel like things will work out, then you show up and make everything better. Stop being such a hypocrite!"
Nathan stared at him. "But..."
"HOW can this be any worse than our relationship, Nathan? And HOW could I not understand?" Peter cocked an eyebrow as he looked at his brother.
"I..." Nathan sighed again, and he sat down on the bed. "I don't know. I just... the look on your face... I didn't want you to judge me."
�I�� Peter stopped himself just in time, not sure how wise it would be to make this kind of revelation. �I�m not judging you. I� actually, I��
Nathan cocked an eyebrow, his visage still grim or even sullen.
�It turned me on, okay!� Peter exclaimed, his own face flushing almost as deep as Nathan�s had when Peter caught him wearing lace. �I looked like a fucking drooling idiot because, one: It was something I had never expected to see, and two: I liked it!�
Nathan�s expression changed from sullen to flabbergasted in just a few moments. �You� you�re saying that�? Seeing me in�?� he croaked.
�Yeah!� Peter snapped. �I�ve even fantasized about it. The only reason I�ve never brought it up is that I was sure you�d never do it!�
"But..." Nathan said, not sure if he was hearing correctly. "Seeing me... a man... a hairy man... in all the lace and the satin..."
Peter smiled at him, a look in his eyes that read "be serious".
"We all have our kinks, big guy," he replied. "Just be glad it's not a dangerous one. This is all just harmless fun compared to the folks who get off on bleeding and shitting and stuff."
Nathan managed a smile at his brother's understanding, until a thought cross his mind.
"Shitting?"
Peter burst into giggles. "Yeah, it's something I've heard of."
Nathan shook his head. Peter was right. At least he did not get off on that. "I'm curious..." he said, "What is it about me in girl's clothes that you like?"
�What is it about *yourself* in girls� clothes that you like?� Peter countered, watching Nathan�s face fall once more.
�I� I like the way the material feels against my skin,� the older man said tentatively. �I don�t wanna have sex change or anything� but sometimes I just like to wear� you know. I�d never do it in public,� he quickly added. �I�d never dare. But in the comfort of my home, within the walls of my bedroom� I didn�t think anyone would understand. I didn�t even think you would understand, Peter. Which is why I never told you. I was afraid you�d be grossed out.�
Peter just laughed. �I liked to see how your dick was straining against those panties. It looked almost ready to burst through the lace!�
Nathan rolled his eyes, but he had a pretty good idea that Peter�s statement was not very far from the truth.
�Are you still wearing it underneath?� the young man asked, eyeing Nathan�s clothed form suggestively.
�Ummm, no��
�Could you� put them back on?�
For the first time that Peter could ever remember, Nathan actually blushed. It was a funny sight, and the thought of Nathan being embarrassed at all was damn amusing.
"You... want to see?"
"Of course!" Peter said enthusuastically. "I said I liked it. I want to really enjoy how you look in them."
Nathan stared into space for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"If you want..." Peter offered, an idea dawning. "I could help you put them on."
Nathan cleared his throat and chuckled. He seemed to really warm to that idea. "Let me just get a few things out," he replied, still a little disbelieving of what was about to truly unfold.
Nathan went to his chest of drawers, back facing Peter, and opened the drawer second from the top. Peter was mildly surprised at the fact that Nathan kept his �guilty pleasures� in such an easily accessible place. However, supposedly he trusted everyone not to rummage through his personal stuff, and clothing in particular. Hell, Peter himself had never even gotten the idea.
When he turned around, Nathan was holding something frilly and bright pink in his hands. Peter could not guess if the article of clothing was a corset, a bustier, or something else, but he knew Nathan would look absolutely dashing in it.
Approaching his brother, he took the clothes from him and placed them on the bed. His first priority right now was to get his brother out of his current boring clothes.
"Don't worry," Peter said, a sly grin on his face. "I'll be very careful with your pretty clothes."
"You'd better," Nathan muttered under his breath. "Some of them are really expensive."
Peter chuckled, practically yanking the polo shirt from his older brother like a dog in a game of tug-of-war. By the time Nathan was fully naked, he was starting to look nervous, even shy. Like a girl, Peter mused, but he kept that thought to himself.
"Okay, what first," he murmured to himself. "Oh, I know..." And he lifted up a pair of thick tan colored pantyhose.
"Oh man..." Nathan said, laughing.
"Hold still," his brother said, allowing the lawyer to step into the nylons. "Don't want these to run."
Stretching the pantyhose over Nathan�s hairy, muscular legs turned out to be easier than Peter could have expected, and he took great joy in feeling his brother through the thin material, kneading the flesh of his legs and occasionally what was between them. Nathan�s cock was already standing up rigid, and an obvious drop of pre-come had gathered in the slit. Before tucking the engorged member into the pantyhose, Peter leaned forward to lick the pre-come away, eliciting a sharp gasp and a jerk of the hips from Nathan.
�Damn it, Pete�� the lawyer muttered.
Peter, giggling, stroked the lean belly before him, just above the waistband. �Now let�s see what else we�ve got here��
"That looks weird," Nathan stated, looking down at his erection, not quite held down by nylon.
"It'll look even better with this," Peter responded, holding up a dark blue set of satin panties. The back of the garment was covered in frills of satin and black lace.
"Make sure the bra matches," Nathan said, feeling a little reidiculous that he was even having this conversation with Peter. "Otherwise it'll look like I got dressed drunk."
Peter grinned as he found the companion to the dark blue panties and ordered Nathan to put up his arms.
"You're gonna look perfect," he mused aloud as he slipped the older man's arms through the shoulder straps, fastening the back.
"You never answered my question, Peter," Nathan remarked, adjusting the fit of the straps. "Why do you like me in drag?"
"Just something about that hot body of yours in such delicate clothing. It's like some kind of avant garde fashion photography."
�Perhaps I should model for a fetish magazine?� Nathan suggested jokingly once the bra had been securely fastened onto him. �I�m sure there�s a magazine somewhere that features hairy buff chicks.�
�And guys who dig them,� Peter grinned back. �Now let�s see what we�ve got left��
He picked up an item that was clearly a corset, although the colour of it did not match what Nathan was already wearing.
�This one�s pink,� the noted out loud. �It�s not gonna go well with dark blue.�
�I�ve got another one in the drawer,� Nathan said. �But I�ve kinda� grown out of that one, you could say.�
Peter laughed. �Are you saying you�ve gained since you bought it?�
Nathan reddened a second time.
"It's muscle!" he insisted.
"Suuuuure," Peter continued to tease, and he blew a raspberry on his brother's stomach. Nathan yelped and stumbled back, holding his brother's skinny shoulders.
"Give me a break!" he begged.
"Well, let's just give it a try anyway..." Peter suggested, rummaging through the drawer until he found the described article. This one was black and would far better compliment the panties and brassiere.
"This the one?" he asked, holding it up.
Nathan nodded, looking hesitant.
"We'll just have to tighten it and MAKE it fit," Peter said, prodding his older brother into straightening his back.
"Uh boy," Nathan muttered before he felt the corset wrap around his waist and tighten.
"Suck it in now, Miss Scarlet," Peter commanded in a deep southern drawl, causing Nathan to roll his eyes.
After lacing the corset and tightening it to a certain point, Nathan�s sculpted torso had actually assumed something that could be called an hourglass shape. The older man�s sizeable ass helped to accentuate this, and Peter gave it a playful smack that caused Nathan to yelp and twitch.
�You just live to torment me, don�t you�� the lawyer muttered.
�I wouldn�t go that far,� Peter admitted. �But I�m your little brother, aren�t I? I�m supposed to be a pain in the ass.�
Laughing at how literal the joke had sounded at the moment, Nathan tried to inhale deeply in his new attire, and found it quite hard. This particular corset had been purchased over five years ago, when Nathan Petrelli had been fifteen pounds lighter, and it had been snug back then already.
�So� now, what do we do?� he asked. �You�d better tell me, before I faint from lack of air.�
�Well�� Peter hummed. �We could do something about your face��
"Ohhh no," Nathan said, arms up to shield his face. "I don't trust you with that.
"I won't do a bad job," Peter said. "Well, it won't be terrible."
"No."
"I thought of it because a coworker left behind some of her stuff at work by accident. I don't think she'll notice if we use it a little before I get it back to her..."
"NO," Nathan said with what he hoped was a mean glare, but really... how intimidating could he look in panty hose and a bra?
"We don't have to use much," Peter argued. "Just mascara and lip gloss. Pleeeeease?"
Nathan's frown turned into a look of annoyance. "Don't do the face."
"Pretty pleeeeeease?" Peter urged, batting his own eyelashes and making his eyes as big and innocent as possible.
Nathan sighed, defeated.
"Don't use too much."
"Yay!" Peter cheered, dashing out of the room and returning within seconds with his messenger bag. Out of the bag came containers of lip gloss and mascara.
Once Nathan was comfortably seated on a stool in front of him � or rather as comfortably as he could be, considering his constricting outfit � Peter set the various make up containers on a table by his side. This was not his first time applying women�s make up; he had done it on himself a couple of times, for costume parties, but his big brother�s face was very different from his, and Peter had a feeling that Nathan would never make a convincing woman, no matter how much work was put into this.
Frowning, he critically stroked the lawyer�s stubbly cheek. �When did you shave?� he asked.
�This morning,� Nathan replied, rolling his eyes.
�And you�ve already got a five o�clock shadow?�
�Well, it�s past five, isn�t it?�
"Yeah, but... you're gonna have makeup on."
Nathan rolled his eyes. "Why don't we shave my chest while we're at it?"
Peter's face brightened, and Nathan instantly regretted speaking.
"Please, no?"
"Alright, alright, I'll leave the hairy boobs," his brother replied, giggling at the look on the older man's face at the word boobs. "And don't worry, I think you have really nice boobs."
"They aren't boobs!" Nathan insisted, looking a little deflated in the ego.
"I know, sweetcakes," Peter said with a wink. "But you're so much fun to play with, I can't resist. In the meantime, why don't we see how you look without a shave..."
Smiling, he removed the phial of mascara and twisted the lid, hearing Nathan grumble, "sweetcakes?"
"Hold still before I poke your eye out," the younger man ordered, holding the tiny brush close to the lawyer's face.
�I�m trying�� Nathan muttered, but he couldn�t help some twitching in his eyelids. Despite his fetish for women�s underwear, he had never tried putting make up on himself.
�You have really great eyelashes, Nate,� Peter remarked while busying himself with his brother�s eyes. �Long and lush, just perfect for mascara!�
�Oh shut up� You�ve got them too.�
Peter grinned. �I know. Family trait. Anyway, what do you think?�
He was pretty much done with Nathan�s eyes, having applied generous amounts of mascara, dark blue eyeliner, and matching eye shadow. Somehow his brother�s already large, expressive eyes had grown several sizes.
Nathan gazed at his own reflection in the handheld mirror, momentarily awed. Perhaps he did not have an ideal face for drag, but his eyes were just perfect.
"What do you think?" the younger man asked anxiously.
Nathan continued to stare, trying to make heads or tails of what he was looking at.
"Just..."
"Just amazing?" Peter offered.
"No. Just don't make me look like a clown."
Peter giggled. "I woonnnn't."
Nathan grimaced. "Somehow I'm not convinced.�
"Don't squeeze your eyes so tight," Peter reminded him. "The makeup will smudge."
Nathan drummed his fingers on his nylon-clad knee, showing his impatience with the boy's antics.
"What's next?"
"Well, we don't have to go all the way with the rest, if you don't want to, party-pooper." Peter removed some glosses and held them in front of Nathan's puzzled expression. Eventually he picked out a light pink.
"Pearl looks good. With this, we'll make your lips nice and glossy."
"What do you mean, 'we'?" Nathan reminded him. "The makeup was never my idea."
�If we do this, we might as well do it properly,� Peter reminded him. �Besides, I like working on you.�
�You�re treating me like I�m some kind of big doll,� Nathan said with an accusing frown. �Perhaps Dad should have let you play with Barbie dolls when you were little��
�Oh shut up, Nathan, and don�t think so much into it. Just let go and have fun. Can you do that?�
Giving an annoyed shrug, the older brother gave in and figured he might as well give this a try. Gosh, things had been so much simpler when it was just him and the mirror.
Peter applied the pink lip gloss to his brother�s lips, but while Nathan�s eyes had been a makeup artist�s dream to work with, his lips were not. The lawyer did not have much of a pout, and Peter had a feeling Nathan�s habit to keep his mouth pressed into a thin line had had a permanent effect on his lips.
"You, big brother..." Peter mused aloud, "have the best eyes... and the worst lips."
Nathan pulled away from the application and frowned at his brother.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing," Peter said, his voice light and cheerful. "You just make Janet Reno look like Angelina Jolie, that's all."
"Hey now..."
"Oh and look, you have a beard like her too!"
"You're such a pain in the ass," Nathan said, begrudgingly staying still.
"But you love me, right?" Peter inquired.
"Maybe."
The two brothers chuckled until Peter put the gloss away.
"Okay..." he announced, gathering the makeup and stuffing back into its bag. "I think we might be done. Drum roll please!"
Nathan looked at his reflection once again and lifted an eyebrow. Yes, perhaps he did have thin lips, but he was a man, damn it. "I'm pretty sure that men are supposed to have thin lips, Pete."
"I know, I'm just teasing," his younger brother replied. "But that's what makes you look so nice. A big strong man in pretty, pretty clothes."
�Okay, now that I�m all made up� What are we supposed to do?� Nathan asked. �You can�t exactly take me out, so��
Peter went to stand opposite his brother, wrapping his arms around Nathan�s neck and planting a soft kiss on his lips. The taste was half Nathan, half the lip gloss.
�Perhaps I just want to keep you here,� he said coyly.
Reaching down, Peter cupped the older man�s now flaccid yet large cock through the two layers of clothing and gave it a squeeze. The area around the head was slightly damp with pre-come.
�Goddammit, Pete�� Nathan muttered. �Don�t give me a boner in this attire, it�s really uncomfortable!�
Paying no heed to his brother�s half-hearted objections, Peter continued to rub the member, but did not make any attempts to free it from its confines. Feeling it grow successively in his grip, he merely giggled at Nathan�s discomfort.
"Ohhhh man..." Nathan groaned, squirming in his brother's grasp, which only broadened the younger man's grin. Feeling mischievous, Peter pulled away, waited a moment, and then thrust his own groin into that of Nathan.
The lawyer gasped, shivering as he felt the faintest, agonizing ectasy of his little brother's touch.
"Mmmmn," he licked his lips, feeling the smoothness of gloss.
"How does that feel, dollbaby?" Peter whispered.
"Ohhhh, Peter..." the lawyer moaned, half out of arousal, half out of frustration. "That's so good, but..."
"But?" Peter questioned.
"But... ohhh! This damn underwear. It's so tight!"
"Awww, poor dollbaby," Peter cooed, kissing his brother's cheek. He then knelt down and very slowly kissed the burgeoning erection beneath the soft satin fabric.
"Must you... OHH! Must you... call me thhat?" Nathan asked, his tone interrupted several times over by his arousal.
�What would you have me call you?� Peter chuckled. �My beefcake?!�
�Well� that� Ahh! Would be� more� accurate�� Nathan hiccupped, his limbs and voice twitching as a result from Peter�s skilful manipulation of his cock. He was not sure how much more of this he could take. Soon he would tear the panties and pantyhose off and stuff his aching, throbbing, dribbling dick down his brother�s throat. Peter deserved it, having tortured him all evening.

Suddenly Peter stood up, although he did not release his hold on Nathan�s member. �Come, let�s go to the bed,� he whispered in a husky voice, clearly excited himself.
Looking down, Nathan could see the obvious outline of an erection beneath the fabric of his brother�s jeans.
"Jesus, I thought you'd never ask." Nathan groaned as he was nudged against the bed, willingly sitting down and expecting the best blow job in the history of the world - they were all like that after all. First the panties came off. Nathan's brow knitted, hoping the corset would be the first bit, but he knew he could wait. Sighing, he then felt thin fingers pulling down the panty hose.
Oh yes... yes, yes! His mind cried out, feeling the amazing relief of the hose releasing his straining cock.
"Yes, Peter, that's good... soooo good."
Peter smiled at his older brother's closed-eyed expression, thin hand exploring first the hard member, then tingling scrotum, then...
Nathan's eyes shot open when he felt a finger poke at his anus.
"Peter, what the hell!"
The young man giggled at the response. Nathan's face was too funny, especially with the makeup and clothes on.
"I was thinking..." he started. "You get to be on top all the time, so..."
"NO."
Peter had expected some resistance � he had never tried this with Nathan before � but he had not expected a flat out �NO� with no room for discussion. Some aspects of his brother�s personality were surprising, to say the least; he obviously got off on watching himself in naughty lingerie, but the idea of receiving anal was not even in his repertoire?
�Oh come on, Nathan� I thought you wanted to be the girl tonight?�
�Excuse me?!� Nathan pulled away from Peter, which turned out to be harder than he�d have expected due to his legs still being tangled in the pantyhose. �Girl? I�m not a fucking girl, nor do I wanna be one. I don�t get fucked, and my wearing this outfit doesn�t change that.�
�Why not?� Peter challenged, feeling anger brewing beneath his outwardly jovial surface.
�I� I just don�t like the idea, okay?�
�Why not? You�ve never had the idea, Nathan.�
Nathan pouted a little, the expression exaggerated by the lip gloss.
"Why don't you even want to give it a try, Nate?" Peter asked, perplexed. "It could only be one time, if you wanted."
"But..."
"But what?"
Nathan looked aside, absent-mindedly touching the panties that had been tossed aside.
"I like wearing the clothes," he said. "But I don't want to be seen as a woman."
Peter sighed a little, but tried to remain patient.
"I'm sorry I called you a girl," he said. "But I want you to know that I don't think of you as one either. Don't you remember what I said? I like you in girl's clothes because it's you. Masculine you."
Nathan was silent for a few seconds. "So... why was it you wanted to be on top again?"
Peter smirked. "Because I never have been."
Nathan tried to conjure up a mental image of Peter humping him, but in his mind it only ended up looking ludicrous. His little brother had always been the soft and effeminate one, and imagining him as a top � especially with a bigger, older, and hairier man, like himself � was not easy.
�Nathan,� Peter said, pulling Nathan from his train of thought. �I�m asking you to try it, that�s all. And it�s not like I�m asking you to do something that I haven�t done myself, or something that I hate doing. It feels really good, big guy. It feels wonderful.�
�I� I�m not sure I�d be able to relax enough to enjoy it,� Nathan said truthfully.
Peter patted a space of fuzzy skin not covered by corset or bra.
"Maybe we could start with a toy," he suggested.
"What toy, the one we have??" Nathan retorted, eyebrows raised. "That's bigger than me!"

Peter rolled his eyes, smiling. "It's AS big as you, that's why I like it." He shrugged. "But perhaps you're right. Something of yours size could be... challenging for a beginner."
"IF I begin in the first place," Nathan added, worry in his painted eyes.
"How about a deal," his brother said. "I finger you. If that's alright, then we could try my dick. More than fingering, but not as big as you or the toy. If not, then you win."
The lawyer pursed his glossy pink lips in consideration, looking at the wall as he thought over the offer. When he looked back at Peter, the younger man was doing 'the look' again.
"Alllrriiiiigghhhtt," he said. �I�m gonna lose the corset, though,� he added after seeing Peter�s face stretch into a pleased grin. �At least I�d like to be able to breathe if I�m being prodded.�
�You need some help with the laces?� Peter asked, guessing it could be sort of difficult to unlace a corset all by yourself, especially with fingers as thick as Nathan�s.
�Sure that�d be appreciated.�
Once the corset was off and Nathan was able to draw deep breaths again, he was only wearing the lace bra. Reaching around to unclasp it, the lawyer was surprised to hear Peter voice an objection.
�Leave it on,� the younger man said. �You look sexy in it.�
Nathan rolled his eyes but said nothing, raising an eyebrow quizzically as if asking for further instructions.
�Lie down on your belly,� Peter said. �I�ll go get the lube.�
Peter retrieved the lubricant with an almost childish glee, overhearing his older brother muttering something about disbelief over complying. Grinning, the younger man settled back on the bed, squeezing out a dollop of the gel.
"Relax, bud," Peter advised gently, but Nathan had a feeling that keeping things relaxed in his back door would be challenging. After all, he had never done anything like this before. Hell, he had never even had an enema.
"Alright, here, I go..." his heard his brother say. Even prepared, Nathan winced a little in surprised from the sensation of a fingertip against his anus.
"Sorry," he muttered.
Peter would have laughed at the apology if he knew for certain that it would not embarrass his big brother. Instead he used his clean hand to knead at the ample cheeks of Nathan's rump. God, he would take a bite out a rump roast if it looked half as good as this.
Peter quickly shed his own pants and underwear and returned his attention to Nathan�s behind. He briefly thought of something that might help Nathan relax his back door, but peering in between his brother�s plump cheeks, he dismissed the idea. Nathan�s ass was simply too hairy for rimming. If he tried, he�d be coughing up hairballs like a cat.
Squirting some more lube onto his fingers, he was able to insert his index finger and middle finger all the way to the second knuckle, and even scissor his fingers. The only response he got from Nathan was a groan and some mild squirming, but at least his brother was not telling him to stop yet.
Still� going from fingers to dick was a big step, and Peter was not sure Nathan would want to go through with it.
�I�m grateful�� the lawyer muttered into his pillow. �This is twice as long as I�ve ever spent prepping you.�
Peter smiled, inspired by the gratitude enough to plant a little kiss on the older man's bottom.
"I'm gonna move okay?" he warned, and when he received no objection, he eased his slick fingers in and out of the snug entrance.
Nathan moaned, and the noise did not sound as though the lawyer was in pain, so Peter decided to try something.
Nathan was about to ask what his brother was up to until he was besieged by an indescribable, brilliantly intense sensation. He gave a choked moan in response and gripped the pillow with all his might.
Peter spoke up. "I just pressed your..."
"I know," Nathan interrupted.
"How was it?"
Nathan was not sure of how to say with mere words how the pressure to his prostate felt.
"... oh my god..." he managed to whisper. Peter gave a quiet laugh and rubbed his big brother's back.
"Should I continue? Try my dick this time?"
Nathan took a deep breath and released it, nodding.
Peter himself was nearly trembling with excitement, and why shouldn�t he; here he was, about to fuck Nathan � his big brother � for the first time. Never in his wildest dreams could the young man have imagined the peaceful Friday evening he had planned for would turn out like this.

Eagerly slathering a generous amount of lube over his dick, Peter wondered if the current position � Nathan on his belly � would be the ideal one. His big brother seemed to be contemplating something else.
�Have you ever given anal before, Pete?� Nathan asked, shifting slightly.
�Ummm, no�� the boy admitted. �But I�d very much like to.�
�Wear a condom, then. Just in case.�
�Oh come on! We never use them when you fuck me!�
"Yeah but..." Nathan offered lamely. "I... know where I've been?"
Peter stopped to think over the answer, wondering if it would be worth losing his patience at a time like this.
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," he said as he grabbed some of his brother's ass and squeezed. Nathan visibly flinched.
"It's not like I can knock you up," Peter reasoned. "You're not a girl, after all."

Nathan sighed. "You're certain you're STD free?" he asked.
"Look at who you're talking to, Nate," his brother said. "I may be a ditz sometimes, but I'm not a retard."
"Are you sure?"
"Okay, I did hear that one."
Nathan chuckled.
"Alright, alright, since it seems to be your night," the lawyer said. "But if you give me something, I'm disowning you."
Peter slapped his brother�s ass again. �The only thing I�m gonna give you is a mind-blowing experience. Will you keep doubting me or will you shut up and enjoy it?�
�I�m not the one babbling�� Nathan muttered, sounding slightly irate. �Get to it, if you�re gonna.�
Peter pulled back one of the straps on his brother�s brassiere and let then it go, enjoying the slap of it against the lawyer�s skin and Nathan�s growl of pain and annoyance.
�Now try to relax, Nathan. I�m gonna get started.� He smeared an additional amount of lubricant around his brother�s now stretched orifice, trying not to get too much stuck in the dense, crisp pubic hair which covered the area. Christ, Nathan was so hairy that Peter couldn�t help but wonder if the fuzz wasn�t oftentimes an inconvenience.
Bracing himself on top of the bigger man, Peter guided his erection in between two plump, tight buttocks.
"Ohh, Christ!" Nathan exclaimed, powerful hands gripping the pillow before him. He had been expecting the inevitable, but he still was not quite prepared for it, when it actually happened.
"It's alright," Peter said in a soothing tone, stroking at tense muscles in his older brother's arms. "You're doing fine."
Easy for you to say, Nathan silently said to himself as he rubbed his head against the pillow. When he lifted his head, he noticed a dark blue smudge on the fabric which had to have been his makeup. Peter pulled the older man from his reverie by kissing his back.
"You ready for me to move?"
Nathan nodded. No way was he giving up now. Peter dealt with this treatment all the time and hardly made any sort of fuss. Backing out now would make the lawyer seem like a pussy.
"Okay..." Peter whispered as he began to thrust.
He could tell that Nathan did not have any previous experience of being anally penetrated; the older man was truly as tight as a virgin, and judging from the clenching walls now holding Peter in a death grip, he also needed to learn a thing or two about relaxing.
�Relax, Nathan�� Peter cooed in his brother�s ear while slowing his thrusts to minimum. �You�re strangling the blood supply to my dick��
A bark of laughter sounded from the prone man beneath him. �We might need to�ahh� amputate it then��
�I sure hope not�� Peter muttered, but the words seemed to have effect, as the death grip gradually loosened from unbearably tight to really comfortable snugness.
The younger man smiled. "See? Isn't that better?"
Nathan did not answer, but the death grip on the makeup stained cushion beneath him had been released.
"If you want, I can just go slowly for now," Peter whispered, stroking his brother's back. "Just let me know."
"Mmmnn..." was all Nathan said.
Grinning in bemused fashion, Peter continued his thrusting, and despite a few very brief moments of going tense, Nathan was very well behaved and able to keep himself relaxed. It certainly helped his reception of pleasure, and soon he was breathing heavily, not in pain, but in ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Peter found his efforts pleasurable on his behalf as well, far better than using his own hand. Perhaps the feeling also had something to do with his big brother's inexperienced anus, but fucking Nathan was beyond amazing.
Peter liked to think that he had become better at holding out in the past couple of years or so, but now it was simply impossible to stall his orgasm, and he climaxed only four minutes after continuously fucking Nathan. There was a fleshy slap every time their bodies met, and Peter muttered silent curses as he felt his orgasm � accompanied by his stamina � draining from him, into his brother�s bowels.
Collapsing on top of Nathan, he breathed heavily, drenched in sweat, regretting not being able to last at least a few minutes longer. Who know when � or if � Nathan would agree to let himself get fucked again, and this was something Peter had enjoyed too much never to repeat.
He became aware of something digging into his chest, and did not immediately realize it was the clasp of Nathan�s bra.
�Pete�� Nathan murmured, raising himself slightly and taking Peter with him. �I didn�t come.�
In his post-coital bliss, Peter's instinct was to roll his eyes. Nathan WAS being a woman, but the younger brother would never say that out loud.
"What's wrong?" he asked, mustering up some patience.
"I dunno," Nathan replied, sounding just as irritated. "I almost did, but... I don't think you hit my prostate very much."
The notion had not occured to Peter until his brother suggested it, and his eyebrows shot straight up in response.
"That must be it. Damn, what does that say about me?"
Nathan chuckled a little. "We could blame it on my big ass," he offered.
"Mmmmn, and a juicy one it is," Peter responded with a laugh. He nuzzled it and got a similar laugh out of his older brother.
"You hit it with your fingers though," Nathan said, squirming a bit. "Try that. Before I get the blue balls."
Rolling his eyes once more, Peter patted the lawyer's back. "Alright, I'll try."
Nathan rolled onto his back this time, spreading his legs and giving Peter free access to a place his little brother had hardly even touched prior to this evening.
�If you really like this,� Peter said, rubbing the puckered entrance with slim fingers, �we should get you some toys designed especially for prostate stimulation.�
Nathan actually groaned. �I�ve created a monster, I see.�
�Don�t worry, big guy,� Peter grinned back. �I still love your dick, too.� He gave Nathan�s impressive erection a squeeze with his other hand, enjoying feeling it swell and pulsate in his grasp.
Peter inserted two fingers into his brother and carefully sought out the walnut-sized nub behind Nathan�s rectal wall and applied gentle pressure.
Nathan's eyes shut in pure reflex to the feeling. Even if they were open, he probably would have seen stars. He tilted his head back and felt as though his arousal was in full control of him.
"Ohhhhmmmm..."
Peter grinned at the reaction. "Does that feel good," he asked, knowing the answer.
"You pain in thuuuuhhhh..." Nathan could not even finish his sentence when his brother's finger nudged against the spot. His breathing quickened, got louder... hands squeezing nothing, sporadically tightening his fingers.
"Ohhh goddd..." he moaned. Peter took the chance to gently kiss up the inner area of Nathan's thigh, until he reached the scrotum.
The sac was already taut and wrinkled, Nathan�s testes pulled tight against his body. Peter continued to lap on the rough, dark, fur-covered skin, pleased to elicit another shuddering gasp from the older man. With his fingers still working their magic inside Nathan�s body, Peter moved on to lick his brother�s thick, weeping cock.
The taste was beyond familiar to him by now, but he had never before simultaneously sucked and fingered Nathan. Hell, he had never fingered Nathan before in the first place.

A shiver passed through Nathan�s form, and his skin formed goose pimples shortly before he managed to rasp out, �I-I�m go-nna� come�Pete� I�m g-gonna�!�
Nathan could scarcely finish his statement. He lurched forward and unleashed an impressive load, but Peter held on. Neither brother needed to worry about cleaning up hundred dollar sheets due to carelessly released ejaculate.
Nathan seemed to deflate like a balloon. He sank back into the bed, his energy spent, breath heavy but slow. Peter removed his hand and patted his big brother's stomach.
"And...?" he trailed off, waiting for an answer.
Nathan hummed in deliberation. "Good... really... good."
Peter grinned. "Anything else I can do? Hot towels, magazines?"
Nathan chuckled at his little brother. "Perhaps... you can help me undo this freaking bra."
They both laughed, and the younger man complied, releasing his brother from the lingerie.
The straps along with the clasp had left red marks in Nathan�s skin, probably due to the man�s excessive sweating.
�You need to find something to fill up the cups with,� Peter pointed out. �So they won�t just hang off your hairy chest.�
Nathan rolled his eyes, groaning. �What difference does it make? It�s not like I�m ever gonna show---�
�I know, no one except you and I is ever gonna see you,� Peter cut in. �Still� wouldn�t it be nice if you looked somewhat� authentic?�
�I already let you put make up on me,� Nathan reminded his brother. �Isn�t that enough?�
�Next time, you�ll have to let me shave you!�
�Who says there will be a �next time�?�
Peter smiled and nuzzled his brother's fuzzy chest.
"Me. You can't deny it. This wasn't the first time you dressed in drag and it won't be the last."
Nathan rolled his eyes, and grabbed a tissue, wiping away his lip gloss and some of the stubborn eye shadow.
"I'm going to need a shower after this."
"Later," Peter insisted. "We still have dinner."
Nathan realized his little brother was right. "It has to have gotten cold by now."
"It's Chinese food," Peter replied with a dismissive wave. "We can microwave it. Come on, you've gotta be hungry after all that."
"Starving," Nathan answered with a slow smile. "Okay, let's eat. And maybe you could join me for that shower afterwards...?"
Peter kissed his brother on the nose. "Definitely."

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