Hey guys and gals, so I've been thinking about doing this for a little while, and I've finally got the courage to write this. With some inspiration from fellow writers, I decided to write a Grown Ups story, this is just a two-shot, so there will not be any chapters added to this story after the first two. But I do plan to write another Grown Ups story, but with Greg and Braden instead. This story is about Lenny's two sons Greg & Keithie getting together. This story takes place during the second movie, but Keithie doesn't break his leg. Warning : This story has gay sex, incest, language, spanking, and many different fetishes. Don't like then don't read. I do not own Grown Ups or any of the characters, this is pure fiction. I hope you like it and please leave a review with your thoughts of the story ;)

I moaned as Greg sucked my dick, feeling his moist tongue glide up and down my shaft, from the base to the tip. It was amazing. He engulfed my meat inside his mouth, I felt his lips wrap around my shaft, moving up and down as he bobbed his head. I could feel my rod hitting the back of his throat.

We both were moaning as loud as we could, my body laying flat on the bed, with his above mine. I bucked my hips upwards, shoving more of my five-inch dick down his throat. I could feel his saliva mixing with my pre-cum as he licked it up. I was close to my limit, pulling against the bed sheets, clenching them in my fist, and my toes curled as he sped up, bobbing his head with so much force. My brother sure knew how to get me going.

But then, I heard my parents screaming from the bedroom, and I opened my eyes. Realizing it was all a dream. I huffed, and got out of my bed, feeling my bare feet touch the cold hardwood floor as I bolted to my door. I still had my morning hard-on, but luckily it goes away quick.

I yanked my door open, only to see a large deer charging past my door. It looked so cool.

"Woah! Can I ride him?" I exclaimed in amazement.

The deer charged towards the bathroom door, crashing right through and flailing around, pulling the shower curtains back exposing my brother's naked body. He screamed as the deer jumped up on two feet, and sprayed it's urine all over him. I laughed hysterically, but then I saw his dick, it was amazing. He had obviously been masturbating before the deer interrupted him.

My dad grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into the laundry room, we grabbed two baskets full of clothes. The deer ran back out, nearly running over my mom, who was screaming after seeing Greg naked and covered in pee. Me and dad threw the clothes on the deer, only scaring it. It charged down the stairs and out of sight.

We all slowly walked downstairs, with my younger sister Becky saying that she was the one who left the door open so the deer could come in. I retorted by saying that it was a dumb-ass idea.

But after finding the deer eating Bowzer's food, dad told mom and us to get out of the way, so our mom pulled us away. Greg was with us now, and he was only in his pants, and I tried to so hard to hide my raging boner, hopefully no one noticed. After dad successfully got the deer out the house, but to the expense of Becky's toy monkey's life as it was ripped apart and eaten by the deer.

The only funny part about that was being able to see our mailman scream like a girl and run away, but the moment was ruined when he mentioned my mom's bra, which I responded with a, "gross."

We then went back inside, and got ready for school, it was our last day and I couldn't wait. I wanted it to be Summer already. Our mom waved us goodbye as she pulled out of the driveway, me and Greg were just standing around, while Becky was riding her bike, she was going to school with Bean.

Greg started to talk about some girl he like at school, and tried to make jokes about it, but deep down, it was hurt. I wanted Greg for myself, but I knew the sad truth that we would never become a thing. So, I just nodded along as if I didn't have a care in the world, but I was hurting.

Soon, the bus came, with our bus driver acting even weirder than usual, he mentioned something about stuffing a banana up his butt, and I thought, "Huh, that me fun."

So, our dad took over bus driving, I sat in the middle of the bus, while Greg sat in the back. Soon the bus filled with a bunch of other students, such as my friends Charlotte and Donna, and Charlotte's brothers André. But once the school bully Duffy got on, everyone grew silent. Each day he would pick on some poor kid, and bully them until they cried. I prayed he wouldn't notice me. He walked down the aisle, hitting everybody he walked by. Then we started driving again, and things were going fine.

I was picturing Greg in the shower again, thinking of his naked body soaked in water, dripping down his skin until it reached the floor of the shower. But my train of thought was interrupted when I heard Duffy making fun of Donna's shoes. I had to admit, they were very different than what she usually wore, but that was no reason to be mean about it. So I grew annoyed, and said, "Just leave her alone!"

That was my mistake, Duffy turned to me, grabbed the collar of my shirt and threatened me. I was his latest victim. Thank god my dad said something, or I would have gotten one large wedgie in front of the whole bus. But he threatened that he would get me eventually, and that was even more terrifying.

Soon enough, we arrived at school, and one by one we all got off. I walked inside, following Charlotte and Donna, we all had English together first period. But after that we each split up, occasionally seeing each other throughout the day, but Charlotte and Donna both had gym together. While in class, I was daydreaming about Greg, thinking of his perfect body, his cute face, and most of all, his enormous dick. I grew hard in my jeans just thinking about it, so I asked if I could go to the bathroom.

When the teacher said yes, I bolted out of the room, going to the bathroom. Once there, I locked myself in the farthest stall from the door. I slowly unzipped my jeans, revealing my blue briefs. My pants fell down to my ankles, now the only thing concealing my meat was my tight, blue briefs. I grabbed my waistband and slowly pulled them down half way to my knees. Allowing my five-inch, rock hard cock to spring out. I had little pubic hair at the base, but hey I'm only a fourteen-year old boy.

I wrapped my fingers around my cock, and gently began to stroke it. It sent chills down my spine as I started to masturbate. Every time I masturbate, I picture Greg doing this to me, his firm hand wrapped around my cock, moving it up and down my shaft as I moan in delight. But sadly, that just wasn't going to happen, I could never be with my brother, despite how much I wanted it.

I began to moan as I gave myself pleasure, moving my hand up and down my shaft, pre-cum was already oozing out and dripping into the toilet. I had to admit, I was pretty great at hand-jobs. After minutes of constant jerking, and moving my hand up and down my shaft, shooting numerous shot's of pre-cum into the toilet, I was about to explode. I picked up speed, creating friction between my hand and the skin of my cock, and in one blissful moment, I felt my jizz shooting out.

I moaned loudly as I relieved myself, shooting rope of my cum into the toilet, only for it to be flushed away. I pulled up my underwear and pants, exited the stall, washed my hand and left to go back to class.

The rest of my day was fairly normal, but at the end I was bullied by Duffy again, I tried pretending I was a statue, but no luck, he noticed me and pushed all of my stuff out of my hands. We all got on the bus, heading back home, I was originally going to try out for football, but dad got held up with something downtown involving Marcus Higgins and a tire.

So I was home alone, my brother was with André and Braden doing something, my dad was doing something with his friends at the quarry, and my mom was at her clothing store with Becky. So I was all alone. I walked up to Greg's room, quietly sneaking in as if somebody could hear me. I walked over to his bed, it was the same size as mine, but had a red blanket instead of my blue one.

I got underneath the covers, still able to smell my brother's scent under the covers, and I also saw some dry cum stains on the sheets, it was pretty obvious what he does he every night.

Eventually, I left the room, and went into the bathroom, planning on taking a shower. I stripped naked, revealing my four-pack, I planned on getting a six-pack like my brother, but I wasn't there yet. I had pointy nipples, and a tan chest. I had to say I was very good looking. I had little pubic hair, opposed to my brother's giant bush at the base of his cock. I had seen my brother naked a few times, usually peeping in on him in the bathroom. But this morning I got to see it in action, it was at least six-in-a-half-inches when erect. I didn't have any armpit hair yet, but my brother did, and I was fascinated by it, every time he lift's his arm I get a peek at the forest underneath.

I started the water, and waited a couple seconds for it to heat up. I got in, feeling the warm, pulsing water hit my skin, and glide down my body. I titled my head down, soaking my hair as the room filled with steam. I slid my hands all over my body, over my four-pack, over my nipples, down to my v-line, and finally to my dick. I moved my fingers along my shaft, reaching the tip. I moved my other hand to my ass, where I began to tease myself by circling my hole, and occasionally gliding my finger over it.

Then in one fluent motion, I jammed my whole index finger inside me, I cringed in pain as I continued to finger myself, getting all the way to my knuckle. Then as I continued to stroke my already rock hard cock, I shoved in a second finger, stretching my hole even wider than before. It hurt like hell, but also felt like heaven. I was gonna blow any minute. I added a third finger, and then a fourth, it still hurt, but my body got used to it rather quickly.

My tight inner walls squeezed my fingers, and my dick was getting the stroking of a life time. I was so close to shooting my seed, my pre-cum was falling to the floor, only for it to be washed away by the water.

I was still thinking of my insanely hot brother, imagining his cock inside me, pounding my virgin ass like no tomorrow, I wanted to be filled with his sperm. Then seconds later, I felt myself having one of the best orgasms in my life. I shot my creamy, white seed all over the shower walls, but the water quickly washed it away. It felt fantastic.

I pulled out my fingers, and washed my body. About five minutes later, I got out. Wrapping the big blue towel around my soaking wet body, and dried off. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room. Throwing my towel into the hamper, letting me feel the cold air hit my sensitive skin.

I changed into some new clothes, just a gray t-shirt and red basketball shorts, along with white socks.

My parents got home with Becky from her ballet recital about half-an-hour later, while Greg wouldn't be home for hours, he had gotten this new job at some ice cream place.

Apparently, we were also going to be having some party later tonight. It was 80's themed, which I thought was horrible, I mean seriously, the 80's were like a million years ago! But my parents did not see it that way, they forced me to help setup all the decorations and party stuff, and then made me go upstairs and change.

I changed into a light blue, collared shirt, but it had like five multicolored collars. I was also wearing some blue plaid shorts, and they were really short shorts, probably going about half way down on my thigh. That's not all, I was forced to wear these ugly brown flat sandal things. I looked so stupid.

Becky was wearing this weird work-out 80's getup, she looked even more stupid than me. My mom was wearing this shiny black dress with a white, spiky wig thing. And dad was wearing a regular white t-shirt and jeans that made his ass look flabby. But he claims he was wearing an 80's costume, but I don't believe him.

I walked outside, seeing some of my friends, like Charlotte and Donna. We all talked and walked around, waiting for everyone else to arrive. Once the hard was packed with basically the whole town, the party finally started.

My brother wouldn't be back from his first day of work for about an hour, so I had to just hang with people, and have some fun. I let Braden, Marcus Higgins' son, arm wrestle me. Of course he won, have you seen his muscles? And I had to admit, he looked pretty damn hot, but my eyes were still set for my brother. But who knows, maybe Braden and I could have something special too...

Anyway, getting back to the party. I had just about had enough for one night, and I was about to go inside and go to sleep, but something immediately caught my eye and gave me a full-on boner in my shorts. I saw my brother Greg, wearing a white, buttoned-up shirt, killer sunglasses, black socks, and white briefs. I couldn't believe it, he looked so damn sexy!

Did he seriously have to wear that! C'mon he's torturing me! I couldn't take it anymore, so I walked inside, trying to keep myself away from my insanely hot brother. But everywhere I went, there he was! It was like he was stalking me.

So, to calm my head, and my raging boner, I went upstairs into my room. I closed and locked my door. I jumped onto my bed, and tried to fall asleep, but the noise downstairs kept me from doing so.

But one sound intrigued me, I heard someone moaning, and my curiosity got the best of me, so I walked out of my room, and followed the noises. I found myself standing outside the bathroom door. The moans were definitely coming from inside. So I pressed me ear against the door, allowing me to focus on the sounds.

My hand slowly moved towards the knob, gently turning it, and opening the door ever so slightly. I peeked in, and was shocked by what I saw.

I saw my seventeen-year old brother naked, shoving the end of the plunger up his ass, while masturbating. I gasped in shock, but luckily Greg didn't hear. He was moaning in rhythm to the speed he moved the plunger in and out of his ass. My boner grew back instantly, and my mind filled with dirty thoughts.

But something he moaned sent chills down my spine. I heard him moan out, "Oh...K-Keithie!"

I grew a smile on my face, now having all the knowledge I needed, and knowing exactly what I was gonna do.

Since my brother's eyes were closed as he did his dirty deeds, I quietly snuck into the bathroom, and silently shut and locked the door. All his moaning and the music from outside made it so he couldn't hear a thing I did.

I walked up behind him, and watched as he ferociously shoved the end of the plunger in and out of his ass, I couldn't believe how much he could fit inside him. I walked over to the side of him, and gently kissed his cheek. He yelped like a little girl, jumping halfway across the bathroom from shock.

Once our eyes met, Greg pulled the plunger out of his ass faster than the speed of light, and grabbed his shirt laying on the counter and covered his private bits.

"Keithie! What the fuck are you doing!" Greg yelled, still in utter shock, as he reached for his underwear and I smiled.

"Don't bother...you won't be needing those anymore." I said with a smirk, I had the perfect plan.

"Please just get the fuck out Keithie!" Greg exclaimed.

"No! You're mine now! You have to do everything I say...or I can just tell mom and dad and everyone at the party what you were doing up here." I said.

"No please don't tell! I'll do whatever you want! Just please don't tell!" Greg exclaimed.

"Okay...then follow me." I exclaimed, walking to the door.

"Wait! How are you not shocked by this? I mean after seeing that?" Greg asked.

I smiled and said, "You'll see" as I opened the door slightly, and peeked out, seeing nobody. I grabbed Greg's hand and pulled him out of the bathroom, naked. The only thing covering him was his shirt that he was holding over his private areas. I dragged him into my room, and slammed and locked my door shut.

Greg stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to react. It was actually kind of cute watching him squirm in embarrassment.

"O-Okay? W-What do you want me to do? C-Can I get dressed?" Greg asked.

"Well...I was thinking that since you moaned my name while...plungering yourself...I thought that you had the hots for me? Is that true?" I asked with a smirk.

"W-What? I-I uh..." Greg stuttered.

"It's a simple yes or no Greg!" I exclaimed, I had full control over my seventeen-year old brother.

"N-No! G-Gross! How could I have the hots for you! That's disgusting!" Greg exclaimed, although I knew he was lying, every time he lied his nose would always crinkle, and this was one of those times.

I smiled, and walked over to him. "Really? Cause from where I was standing it sure did sound like you moaned my name...and it's okay if you have the hots for me...because guess what! The feelings are mutual."

Greg didn't know what to do as I stood inches away from him, he was mumbling random words, his face turned red, and he looked overall confused.

"Seriously Greg? Is it that hard for you to admit that you like me? I said that I liked you? You don't want to hurt your little brother's feelings now do you?" I said with puppy-dog eyes.

I could tell he had a raging boner by the way he looked so uncomfortable, and the way he's covering his private areas. I looked down, and smiled.

"I see you're excited? By what? By me? Is me being this close to you...arousing?" I asked, now I was just toying with him.

"K-Keithie...stop." Greg stuttered, moving away from me.

I reached down and grabbed the shirt, yanking it out of his hands. Revealing his six-in-a-half-inch, throbbing cock. It looked glorious.

"Hey!" Greg yelled, trying to grab back his shirt.

I threw the shirt across my room, and said, "I knew it! I knew you were hard!"

Greg's face turned even more red, quickly covering his rock-hard boner with his hands, but together they still weren't big enough to hide it.

"Just tell me what you want me to do!" Greg exclaimed.

I smiled, and looked him up and down. This was going to be fun. I grabbed one of his hands, and pulled it away from his dick, and pulled him over to my bed.

"Bend over on my bed, and wait." I commanded, Greg reluctantly obliged, and got down on his knees, and bent over onto my bed. His bare chest laying on my covers, and his ass up in the air.

A smirk formed across my face, I walked over to my closet, and pulled out three amazing items. First, I grabbed a ping-pong paddle. Second, I grabbed a belt. And third, I grabbed the "cat o' nine tales" bullwhip, the best item of them all. I found it while visiting a farm, and kept it secretly, I had always planned to use it on Greg at some point or another, and my dream was finally coming true.

I walked back over to my naked brother, who was still uncomfortably bent over my bed. He was still extremely embarrassed, I could tell by how red his face is. He hadn't seen the items in my arms, thankfully. He would probably freak out knowing what I had in mind.

"Okay...so the first thing I plan to do to you...is spank you!" I exclaimed, I watched as Greg's pure red face of embarrassment turn into a pale white face of fear. I remember when we were little and when someone even mentioned spanking, Greg would burst into tears. He hated getting spanked, and I plan to use that to my advantage.

"No! K-Keithie please don't! Anything but spanking!" Greg exclaimed, begging me to stop my evil plan.

"Sorry bro, but trust me, this is gonna be the least of your worries tonight." I said with an evil smile. My brother had tears in his eyes already, this was gonna be a good night.

"Keithie...p-please be gentle." My brother cried, he knew he wasn't getting out of this, so he begged that I don't do it as hard.

"Of course I will bro." I lied, I had no intention to be gentle, even if he was crying, he would be crying a lot louder in a minute.

The music from outside was still blasting, so if Greg did scream out in pain, no one would be able to hear. I had him right where he wanted him, now my dreams can finally come true. The first time I ever thought of my brother in a sexual way was when Greg, dad, and I went camping, and I saw Greg naked, masturbating in the woods. Greg was fifteen at the time, and I was eleven. That was the first time I ever got a boner thinking about my brother, and it's been like that ever since. Two years later, and look at us now.

"Alright, I'm gonna spank you thirty times, ten for each item. I want you to count them out as I go. Okay?" I said to Greg, who was still silently crying.

"O-Okay." Greg stuttered.

I almost felt bad for him, doing this to him. But I didn't feel bad enough to not do it, so I grabbed the first item, the ping-pong paddle.

I lined it up with Greg's bare ass, which I had to say was looking beautiful. It was round, big, and looked extremely fuckable, no wonder Greg shoves plungers up there, and he still looks tight as hell!

He was still silently crying, but pretty soon he'll be screaming. I got on my knees behind him, paddle in hand, ready to spank the shit out of him.

"Ready?" I asked, warning him.

Greg grabbed one of my pillows, and put it on front of his face, so when he screams he can muffle it. He nods that he's ready and wait for me to spank him.

I raised my hand, and with one fluent motion, and brought down the paddle with all my might.

SMACK!

The sound echoed through the room as the paddle struck Greg's ass. Greg screamed into the pillow in pain, after a couple seconds he removed his head from the pillow and whimpered, "O-One."

His tears were already staining my pillow, and I've only spanked him once.

"Just twenty-nine more to go!" I said with a smile, although he didn't bother looking, he just prepared for the next blow.

I raised my hand once again, and brought it back down.

SMACK!

Greg screamed once again, followed by a low whimper. He pulled his face away from the pillow and whispered, "T-Two!"

And I did it again. SMACK! Greg screamed again, then whispered "T-Thre-e."

SMACK!

"F-Four!"

SMACK!

"Fi-ive!"

SMACK!

"S-Six."

Greg's ass was insanely red, but it was only just the beginning. He was still silently crying, both embarrassed and in pain. So, I continued with the spanking.

SMACK!

"S-Sev-ven!"

SMACK!

"Eight!"

SMACK!

"N-Nine."

SMACK!

"T-Ten!" Greg exclaimed, he was now sobbing, his ass was in excruciating pain.

"Okay...ready for the next batch? This time it's with that belt you got me for Christmas. Remember?" I said.

"K-Keithie...please!" He begged.

"Fine...I'll give you a few minutes." I replied, sitting next to him on the bed.

He remained silent for a few minutes, his quiet sobs filled the room. My pillow was now officially drenched in tears.

I couldn't believe I was doing this, I had dreamed that someday I would get to do this. My incredibly hot brother is naked on my bed, his ass is in the air, and his dick is rubbing against my covers. And I don't know about him, but I plan to lose my virginity tonight, and I'm pretty sure he will too, I don't think he's ever had sex. So I asked him.

"Hey Greg? Have you had sex before? With a girl? Or guy?" I asked casually, I really hope he said that he was still a virgin.

Greg pulled his face off my pillow, tears were still sliding down his face.

"N-No...I-I'm a v-virgin." He stuttered.

"Good, so am I, and I plan to lose that tonight, with you." I responded.

Greg started to cry again, he was completely under my control. He was mine tonight, and I planned to use him as much as possible.

"Alright, it's time for the next spanking!" I exclaimed, standing back up and getting behind Greg again, holding the belt in my hands. I heard him start to cry again, which made me want to spank him even more. His ass was gonna be blood-red by the time I'm through with him.

I held one end of the belt in one hand, and whipped the other end towards Greg's ass.

THWACK!

Greg screamed bloody murder into the pillow, pain must be soaring through his body. A dark red mark in the shape of the belt formed on his ass, it looked kinda cool. But I'm sure he thought the exact opposite. He was already crying like a baby. He barely managed to say "One."

I whipped him with belt again. THWACK! Greg screamed once again, burying his face into the pillow trying to muffle it, but it was still loud as hell. Greg cried out "T-Two!" before burying his face back into the pillow.

THWACK!

"T-Th-Three!"

THWACK!

"F-Four-r."

THWACK!

"F-Five!"

THWACK!

"Six!"

THWACK!

"Se-even!" Greg cried out, it was obvious he was in a enormous amount of pain. He had numerous belt marks all over his butt, he was definitely not going to be able to sit down tomorrow.

"P-Please! N-No more!" Greg cried, begging me to stop. He crawled up onto my bed, no longer caring if I see him fully naked. He curled into a ball, and held the wet pillow over his face, still crying hysterically.

I put down the belt, and climbed up onto the bed, sitting next to my crying older brother.

"Are you okay Greg?" I asked, knowing what his answer was gonna be.

But Greg didn't answer, he just continued to cry and cry.