Malcolm on the Bottom t/b incest anal oral fictional characters
By Boylite boylite@rickontv.com
This story is fictional. No real boys have been harmed in the writing. Certain characters have been based on ones created by Linwood Boomer and copyrighted by Regency Entertainment. The television show "Malcolm in the Middle" is copyright 2000 by Twentieth Century Fox Television, Regency Entertainment, and Monarchy Enterprises.
If you're too young to read this wherever you reside, or if reading this strikes you as a mortal sin, then stop and go away before you go to jail or Hell.
This version is slightly revised from versions posted on newsgroups.
Life isn't fair... Chapter 1: On the Bottom
"Reese!"
"Reese!"
The sound is a screech rising above the din of the television. Reese and Malcolm look at each other, each wondering what the older boy has done to deserve that sound. Neither makes any move to turn down the TV, though.
"Reese! Dammit, boy, I'm calling you!"
Malcolm reaches for the remote, muting the TV. "What did you do, butthole? You're gonna get us both in trouble."
His brother looks confused, which isn't too unusual. "I don't think I did anything..." he trails off.
"That's what you said after you tried teaching Dewey how to swim with the boat anchor tied to his ankle."
"Well, that's how Francis taught me to swim," he says, defensively.
Their mother bursts into the room. She is topless, her sagging breasts bouncing with her loping stride. She is a mess, her hair everywhere, with a clean blouse dragging behind her on the floor.
"Reese! I've been calling you! Were you just going to wait until I came all the way down here before you answered?"
He grimaces a bit. "Well, I..."
"Don't worry about that now. I've got to get ready to go out to dinner. You're in charge of Malcolm until your father and I get home."
The two boys look at each other, both now confused. Malcolm picks it up first. "You're going out? To dinner? And I have to stay with butthole?
Their mother struggles into her blouse, then starts to fasten her bra overtop. She's almost got it done before she realizes the mistake and bares all again. "Yes. We didn't tell you before now so that you wouldn't have time to plan something stupid for while we're out. It'll only be for a couple of hours, and the house better still be here when we get back." She rights her outfit and begins casting about for her purse. "And don't call your brother a butthole. He's the only brother... wait, that's not right, you've got others. Call him a butthole if you want."
** Malcolm turns away from them, speaking to no one in particular. "I hate it when they do things like this. Besides the fact that I can't stand it when they leave Reese in charge. I wish Francis were back from military school. It's always fun to see him. Though most of the time I just wish I was an only child, except then I'd be the only one for mom to focus on." **
Reese has real pain on his face. "But mom! I wanted to go out tonight! I can't stay here and watch the little jerks."
She's almost ready, hunting only for her keys. "Tough, kiddo. You're the oldest one here, so you get the duty. Next weekend Francis will be home, he can deal with it. And it's only one jerk, you only have to deal with Malcolm."
"Where's Dewey?" they both ask.
She flips her hand absentmindedly. "Ah, I left him tied up behind the Rosen's. That was the only way I could get Sherry Rosen to baby-sit him. She wouldn't deal with even that for you two monsters, so you're on your own. There's some leftover meatloaf in the fridge. It better be gone when I get home." With that she takes inventory of herself and runs out the door. The car can be heard screeching away.
Malcolm and Reese flop back down, the tension draining. The smaller boy hits the remote and the sound blares again.
After a few minutes Malcolm looks at his brother. "So why aren't you beating me up or something?"
Again, Reese shows confusion. "Why would I do that?"
"Because you always do when we're left alone."
Reese is thoughtful for a second. Then he smiles. "Oh, yeah, I do." Pulling back his arm, he begins to pummel the boy.
** Aside, Malcolm says, "Maybe I shouldn't have reminded him of that..." **
Reese stops, looking down at the boy cringing under him. "Hey, Malcolm, I know something else we could try..."
The smaller boy is happy for the respite, but worried. "I'm not gonna eat that meatloaf, Reese, I don't care how much you beat me."
"No, numbnuts, something fun. Something that Francis showed me that they do at his school. Come on." With that he drags the smaller boy upstairs to his bedroom.
"Reese, what are we gonna do?" Fear fills his cool blue eyes.
"Don't worry, Malcolm, you'll like this." Then he starts tugging at the 11 year-old's belt.
Malcolm pulls back. "No, I'm not kidding. What are you doing?"
Aside, "I'm really not kidding."
"Francis taught me how they make each other feel really good, Malcolm. He likes it, and now I want to show you."
"Is this some kind of fag trick, Reese? If it is, I'll kill you."
"You and what army, squirt? So what if it's queer? It feels really good." For once, a bit of understanding dawns on his face. "And Mom and Dad would hate it if they knew about it."
Aside, Malcolm is the one who cringes. "He always knows my weak points."
Malcolm relaxes just a bit. "Okay, show me. But if I tell you to, you gotta stop, right?"
Reese smiles. "Sure. Whatever you say."
The thirteen year-old pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing the skinny body that Malcolm's seen before. His nipples are small, about the size of nickels, his ribs visible under the skin. Muscled Reese is not. No hair graces his body, just smooth boy skin. "Take off your clothes too, Malcolm." Reese kicks off his shoes, then undoes his pants and drops them. He steps out, reaching down to pull of his socks. Clad only in plaid boxers he moves toward the bed.
Malcolm looks him over. His brother is actually kind of cute, though he's never really looked at him that way before. The small boy is teetering right on the edge of puberty, and hormones have begun to push him over that edge. Reese is only a few inches taller, less than two full years older. His arms have some nice definition, and his legs show muscles that have built up in years of running from his mother. Malcolm notices that the boy's boxers have a nice bulge, and his brother is getting a little stiff.
"Come on, Malcolm. Strip."
** "I should know better than this..." **
But he begins to strip anyway. His shirt peels off, showing even less muscle than the older boy. His own pants and sneakers follow, leaving him in white briefs that match his brother's. The younger boy has much less of a bulge, but it's growing by the second. Reese has always thought Malcolm was kinda cute, but only as his own adolescence has progressed has it really started to bother him. They looked a lot alike, with brown hair almost dirty blond, slim builds, and blue eyes, but Reese thought he was just ordinary. His little brother, though, was gorgeous. It was the eyes, of course. Everyone noticed Malcolm's eyes. Icy blue, but lively, friendly, cute. Reese wanted them.
He flops over on the bed, pulling his little brother along. They wrestle for a minute, each enjoying the skin on skin contact, each young penis growing harder by the second.
"Reese, I'm really not sure about this..."
"Oh, come on, Malcolm. Francis likes it, and I think you will, too."
With that he rolls on top of Malcolm, grinding his crotch into the young boy. Malcolm fights for a second, and then relaxes. Reese leans down, not being as rough, and kisses the smaller boy. Their lips lock, Malcolm resisting for just a second before giving in to the feelings coming from his lower parts. Reese's lips are soft and mobile, and after a moment he feels the older boys tongue trying to get into his mouth. Another second's resistance and he opens to it, feeling the muscular organ push past his lips. After that, he's lost.
The two boys roll around, their young parts as hard as they can get. Neither comes up for any air for quite a while. When they break, each is panting.
"This is what they do in military school?," Malcolm asks, incredulous.
"Francis says that they're all pansy-assed fags. But he's one too."
**Aside, "Who'd have seen that coming?" **
Reese pushes his younger brother back down onto the bed, then pulls at the smaller boy's underpants. They pull away, revealing his small boner. Reese bets that the same thing Francis did on him the week before will work on the smaller boy. Even if Malcolm is the smarter one.
Malcolm's little organ is hard as a board, about three inches long. He's circumcised, though Reese doesn't have a clue about what that means yet. The head is bright pink, the skin smooth, blending down to the boy's hairless crotch. His balls are small, their tight little sack pulled up under the little stiffy. He studies this toy for a moment, then reaches out and begins sliding his hand up and down the organ.
"What are you doing? Wha... how... but... don't... how... no... keep doing that."
Reese smiles, knowing the kid is hooked. He keeps stroking, his thumb and forefinger easily circling his brother's dink. "You like this, right Malcolm?"
The little one is panting, the pressure already building in his immature parts. "Yes, god, Reese. Please... keep... doing... that." For a second his friend Stevie flashes through his head, his own speech suddenly sounding like the handicapped boy. Could he feel like this? Is that why he talks that way?
Then all conscious thought leaves Malcolm. A new feeling flows from his small cock, something warmer and wetter. With all the effort he can muster, Malcolm looks down the length of his body, seeing his brother's head buried in his crotch.
Reese is sucking his dick!
Some part of the cute boy wants to stop his brother, but that isn't the part in charge right now. He flops back, letting the waves of pleasure ripple across his young form. Without thinking about it the little boy reaches his own nipples and pinches them, feeling a new kind of fun course through him. Moans escape his lips as his brother pleasures him, feelings building from a place Malcolm has never known inside himself. Pressure builds and builds, and suddenly he starts to panic.
"Stop it, Reese!" That takes almost all he can muster. "I think I'm gonna pee!" Then it's gone, the pressure bursting out from his little cocklet, a feeling like his whole lower body is twisted inside out. Malcolm bounces around on the bed. He trembles for a moment, feeling shocked, as Reese pulls his mouth away but keeps stroking his new toy, keeping it almost stiff.
Finally, Malcolm regains a little of his wits. "What the HELL was that?"
His older brother smiles up at him sweetly. "What was what? Oh, that, little brother? Well, I guess I can teach you something, sometimes, huh?"
Recovering, Malcolm smiles. "I wish you could teach me something like that everyday. What was it?"
"You know about sex, right? That men and woman get naked, and do things?" Malcolm nods, he's heard bits, and even seen movies with people grinding around naked, but he's never really figured out what they're doing. "Well, that was part of it. That was a blow job. It's supposed to be a woman doing it, but a guy can, too. And the end there? That's called cumming. When you get older, stuff comes out of your dick then, and that's what makes a baby."
Malcolm gets it then, the words he's read about sperm coming back to him. "That's the sperm stuff, right? Don't I have any? I'm a boy, right?"
"No duh, dipsqueak. But you have to be older. You have to be a man, like me."
"You're not a man."
"I can make sperm."
"Show me." Malcolm thinks he has Reese, this time.
"Okay, but you have to do what I did."
"You want me to suck it? No WAY!"
Reese looks hurt. "Come on, Malc. You gotta. I'm all hard, and I did it for you."
Malcolm thinks for only a second. "Okay." Reese falls back on the bed, and Malcolm moves toward the older boy's crotch. His shorts are tented out, giving Malcolm an idea of how big the boy is. Doubts set in, but he keeps going. He touches the shorts, catching his fingers in the waistband. With a deep breath, he pulls them down.
Reese's cock flops free, springing up to smack onto his stomach. The organ is bigger than Malcolm's, maybe almost five inches, and a thin layer of curly brown hair coats his crotch above Reese's cock. His nuts are much bigger than the younger boy's, fuller, and his sack is a little looser, even though it's pulled up now.
"Wow. It's big." Malcolm is impressed.
Reese smiles. "Thanks. When you get hair, that's when you get sperm."
"Oh." The smaller boy starts to play with the organ, surprised to feel it getting even stiffer. The skin is so soft and squishy, but the insides are so hard. It's weird. His cockhead is darker than Malcolm's, almost purple, and even from a foot away Malcolm can notice the scent. It's musky, but not dirty. He sort of likes it. He begins as Reese did with him, wrapping his hand around the organ and stroking. Reese moans, so Malcolm knows he's doing it right. He keeps going for a minute, still trying to decide if he really wants to suck the big thing.
Reese is panting a bit now. "Please, Malcolm? Please suck it?"
**Aside, "I KNOW that I shouldn't do this. I KNOW this is wrong. But it felt so good when he did it to me..." **
"Okay. I'll try it."
Reese smiles a bit. "Thanks. You're the best. But watch out for teeth, and go easy."
"I'll try." Nervously he leans down, breathing in the scent of his brother's crotch. It's not really as bad as he'd expect, considering that it is Reese, after all. He must have washed up recently. With the big cock staring back at him with its one eye, Malcolm extends his tongue and gets his first taste of cock.
It's not that bad. Musky, like the smell, and kinda meaty. Better than the meatloaf. Experimentally he licks down the length, feeling his brother shudder. A few more licks and it's slick with his spit, shiny. He's ready for more. Malcolm opens wide and engulfs the tool, knowing instinctively that the deeper he can get it the better it will feel for Reese. Without expecting it, he gets the whole thing in his mouth, the head just hitting into his throat as his nose is buried in Reese's pubic hair. Cool.
The taste is okay, better than that really. It feels good, and he's even gotten to like the smell. Ready now, Malcolm closes down a little, bringing his whole tongue in contact with the prick in his mouth. Reese moans, twisting on the bed. Malcolm smiles around his cock, oddly happy that he can make his brother make that noise. He pulls back, careful with his teeth, until just the head of it is still in his mouth. He gives it a little flick with his tongue and dives back down.
Reese is in ecstasy. Francis blew him once, just to get him to return the favor. Malcolm is much better than Francis. Francis also wanted to fuck him, something Reese is now dying to try with his little brother. Right now, though, all that matters is the little mouth sucking his prick. He runs his fingers through the smaller boy's hair, encouraging him. It won't be long now.
Malcolm is having a great time. He's surprised to discover that he really likes having a cock in his mouth, and his own little pricklet is getting hard again. He keeps bouncing up and down, liking Reese's fingers in his hair, discovering that he's a born cocksucker.
Reese's moans are building, and he knows it won't be long. "I'm gonna cum soon, Malc. Take it all." Malcolm still isn't too sure what that means, but suddenly Reese's whole body stiffens. He flops around a bit, and then something warm and salty is filling Malcolm's mouth. Squirt after squirt shoots out of the older boy's cock. Malcolm isn't sure about it, but he hangs on as Reese writhes around, rewarded with his first ever mouth full of sperm. Once he's over the shock of it, Malcolm kind of likes it, running his tongue over the softening cock to catch the last dribbles. He swallows a little, swirling the rest inside his mouth. He lets the cock slip out, but holds some of the sperm.
He does like it. He keeps it in his mouth, enjoying the flavor. Reese sees his brother's mouth still working and knows what the boy is doing; it must be a family thing; he really liked the taste of Francis' cum, too. Interested, he pulls the smaller boy to him as his orgasm fades. He takes the boy in his arms, lining up with his mouth, and kisses him. Malcolm opens up right away, rewarding Reese with a taste of the remains of his own semen, mixed with his brother's saliva. It's lots better than the dinner mom left for them.
They hold each other for a few minutes, Reese beginning to notice the hard little prick pressing into his stomach. His own won't be ready again for a couple of minutes, but it's time to move on to the next phase with Malcolm. He extricates himself, standing and going to the dresser. He's stashed the tube that Francis left him there, and now it's time to try it. Malcolm isn't really watching him, doesn't see him drop it next to the bed.
Reese joins his brother again, moving to pleasure the smaller boy's cock. It's redder now than it was, angry looking. Reese strokes it for a second, then swallows it. Malcolm moans, the pleasure beginning again. His brother keeps sucking for a minute, then pulls off.
"Don't stop, Reese, please? I'll do it for you again."
Reese smiles. "It's okay. I just want to try something else." He retrieves the tube from the floor, Malcolm not recognizing it. Reese opens it, squeezing a bit of lube onto his fingers. "You'll like this. Really."
Malcolm wouldn't have believed it a little earlier, but he trusts Reese. The older boy, awkward with some kind of goop on one hand, positions himself back between Malcolm's legs. "Lift up," Reese says, and the smaller boy does, letting Reese put a pillow behind his back. He gets his brother's legs over his shoulders, his mouth positioned again in front of Malcolm's little cock. Reese goes down on it again, but at the same time he works his hands under the kid's hips, down to his ass.
The skin is warm, soft, and smooth. It feels great to his dry hand, massaging its own way around the little globes. His lubed fingers quickly slide their way to their target, reaching out to Malcolm's tight pucker.
"What are you doing, Reese?" Malcolm is a little scared at this feeling.
"Relax, little brother. You'll like this." He continues, as gently as Francis had been with him, gently circling the little rosebud, working the lube into his tender skin. Malcolm does relax, and Reese takes the next step, slowly working a finger into the boy's asshole itself. There's a moment of tension, but Malcolm gives in, and soon Reese's finger is sliding inside the boy. His little cock is harder than ever, and the kid's moans are increasing. Reese quickly slides a second finger into the hole, pushing both deep inside to the spot Francis had taught him about. Malcolm doesn't really like the stretching, but before he can complain it's all replaced by a totally new kind of pleasure as Reese's fingers seem to open him up all over again. They touch something inside him that sends little shocks through his small body, making him writhe around, starting those feelings in his prick and balls again.
After only a moment of it, Malcolm can't take any more. Every muscle in his body tenses, his body dry-firing as his powerful orgasm hits. Reese's fingers hurt, trapped inside his ass, but he waits, knowing it won't last. As the boy starts to come down he resumes his ministrations, feeling the boy relax around him, prick softening, muscles caving in.
"Wow." That's all Malcolm can get out for a minute. "Why doesn't everybody know about this?"
Reese keeps working on the tight boyhole. "Francis said most people think this is wrong. We can't tell anybody."
"People are stupid."
"Yeah."
Malcolm starts to notice what Reese is doing to him. "Do you really like having your fingers up my butt, Reese?"
"I want to put more than that up there, kid." Malcolm frowns at him. "You ever hear of buttfucking?"
The frown stays in place. "Yeah, but you don't really mean..." Realization dawns, his pretty eyes opening wide. "No way, you can't put your... your... you can't do that."
"Come on, little bro. It's not that bad."
"What do you mean? You've done it?" He's incredulous at the idea.
Reese nods. "Francis did it to me. It hurt a little, at first, but it feels really good. You like my fingers, right?" He wiggles them, making Malcolm shudder with the little burst of prostate pleasure. "It's just like that, only a little bigger. More full. Please, Malcolm?"
** Aside: "I really don't know about this part. I mean, I sucked his dick, but I'm not sure I want it in my... my... my... oh, my. Well, what the hell." **
"Okay, but you have to go easy."
Reese's grin is a mile wide. "I'll be gentle with you, my little virgin." That was the same thing Francis had said to him. It wasn't too much of a lie.
Reese pulls back a little, adds some lube to his fingers. He kneels between Malcolm's legs, lifting them up onto his shoulders. The kid's butt is perfect, totally free of blemishes or anything. Francis had fucked Reese, but hadn't returned the favor. Malcolm is going to be the first piece of ass he ever had, and it looks terrific. He works plenty of lube into the boy's opening, then coats his cock with more. Ready now, he leans forward, lining up his tool with the little red rosebud. There's almost a shock when he makes contact.
** Aside: "I'm not ready for this. I can't do this. Oh, god, I'm doing this!" **
Reese pushes into him, the head of his cock popping easily into his little brother. Malcolm feels a quick flash of pain, then just feels full. The cock keeps sliding into him, more and more of his brother's love tool filling his butt. In only a second it's pushing against that good spot, making his whole body tingle, then he feels Reese's pubic hair against his butt. It tickles a little against his skin, chilled by the cool air of the bedroom.
Reese's eyes are closed, every bit of his consciousness focused on the meat pole inside his brother. Every nerve ending in his body is being stimulated by the feelings from inside that warm moist hole, the tightness of the muscles gripping his prick amazing. Part of him wants to stay just like that, but from somewhere else comes the need to get more, to let loose and fuck his virgin partner. He tries to control it, letting it build at first as he pulls out of the boy, then slides back in, but the pleasure is too much. His hands on Malcolm's shoulders, the warmth and weight of the smaller kid's legs on his, Reese begins to pump. After only a couple of thrusts he loses control and begins pistoning the boy. Even more waves of feeling spread from his cock, his body focuses on it, focuses on his brother's soft body.
Malcolm is feeling a little pain from Reese's attack, but it isn't bad compared with the feelings inside him. His insides feel like rubber, being kneaded by his big brother's big cock. The smaller boy starts to push back in time with the tool invading his body, trying to drive it deeper. His little cocklet is hard again, his own orgasm approaching.
Reese loses control as Malcolm begins moving in time with him, all of his muscles tensing. He squeezes his brother, not caring about the bruises that would soon rise. Everything is about his cock, and the pressure building inside his balls. Waves flow outward, rebounding and refocusing on his prick until he can't take any more.
With a shout and a final spasm, Reese cums inside Malcolm, jets of boy-joy juice spraying the virgin bowels of the cute boy. Malcolm's own orgasm begins then, his third dry spasm of the night. The clamping muscles of his ass hold his brother in place, both rocking with the feelings spreading from their nether regions.
Minutes pass as the two boys hold each other. Welts and scratches are raised on each of them, blood even leaking from one deep scratch that Malcolm can't remember making on the older boy's chest. He traces his finger along it, suddenly in love with the feeling of skin on skin. The slowly relax, both silent, as they lower themselves to the bed. Reese's cock softens, sliding out of his brother's rectum followed by a little trail of cock-drool. It drips down, suddenly attracting Malcolm's attention.
"Look what you did to my bed, you dickhead! Now mom'll find out!"
"Not if you lick it up." With that, Reese grabs the brother he loves so much, driving his face into the damp spot on the bed. "Lick it up, cocksucker." Malcolm does, again enjoying the taste of his brother's slime, now mixed with the flavor of his own insides. "Now we're going to take a shower, and you're going to clean us both up, right, butthole?"
Malcolm giggles. "You're in charge," he says. He rises from the bed, heading to turn on the shower, thinking about all the fun they might have as a family.
**Aside: "You know, I'm starting to think that it might not be such a bad thing to have three brothers after all. I know that I want to fool around with Francis now, and Dewey's kind of cute. Even if he does smell bad sometimes. We'll just have to shower before and after." **
End of Chapter 1
Coming soon, if enough folks are interested: Chapter 2: Malcolm on top.