My brother Andre and I had always been close, but he had become such a fucking cock over the past few months. The idiot is a couple years younger than me, and he's been making all sorts of bad decisions lately. He joined the cross-stick team in the spring, and it didn't take long before those douchebags had my poor bro dosing. I tried to warn him, talk him out of it, make him see how dangerous it would be. Of course, the moron didn't listen to me, and ever since he's been inching his way towards becoming a full-on user.

It started with just the strength syrup, which on its own made me feel like I had lost my kind, respectful little brother. His voice dropped, he became more aggressive and defiant, while growing more dismissive of other people's feelings. Next came his inevitable experimenting with tonics and extracts meant to increase his cock size, extend his ability to last, and made it way more likely that he'd impregnate. Of course, he quickly found out how the wrong combination of that junk can make orgasms difficult to achieve, and it wasn't long before he took to chewing lust leaf all the time. The worst part is, as far as I could tell, his cock hadn't actually gotten any bigger.

At this point, the combination of his choices had turned my little brother into a thoughtlessly selfish, horny and sex-obsessed dude. And what do guys like the one he had become do? They spend the last week of school and first night of summer break having tons of meaningless sex. I knew it was only a matter of time before he accidentally unloaded inside someone without a condom. I had to protect him.

So, I did what any good big brother would do: I put cum block in my little bro's bottle of lube. I honestly had no idea that he had also been adding drops of lust leaf extract to the bottle. I also had no idea that he was going to pour that lube into a pocket pussy that I had secretly cursed after he had been a total jerk to me on my birthday. Still, I wasn't completely surprised when he burst into my room that first Saturday of summer, butt naked and with his cock impaled. He looked sweaty and frustrated as he thrust into the toy, "Fuck Colton, what did you do?"

My little brother had been working on his body for the entire school year, but this was the first time I had gotten such a good look at the results. He had shaped his calves and thighs into powerful anchors to hold up his big, round cross-stick playing butt. His abs had definition, his chest was round and firm. His legs, abs, and ass all visibly expanded and contracted as he thrust himself into the pocket pussy, despite trying very hard to hold himself still. He groaned, shrugged, and started fucking his toy while trying to act casual.

"I can't take my cock out," Andre complained, "and what the fuck is that disgusting smell? I swear I should have gone soft as soon as it hit my nose. Why am I still hard? Why can't I cum? Why can't I get my cock out of this thing?"

I grimaced with a little guilt, "Sorry little bro, it looks like you've hit a bad combination of pranks. I thought for sure you would have used up the curse I placed on that pocket pussy by now. It only activates once."

"What did you do?!" He demanded, "Oh fuck. What is that disgusting stink?!"

"Well," I pointed at the toy he was thrusting his cock into, "I cursed the pocket pussy so that you'd smell all of your teammates' buttholes in real-time while your cock is inside of it, and made it so you couldn't pull out until you cum."

Andre gagged, "What the fuck? It just got so much worse. I thought it smelled like a locker room…" He gagged again, "but what the fuck is that new fucking smell?!"

I shrugged, "Judging by the time, one of the guys is taking their morning shit…"

Andre's eyes went wide in panic, "No! That's what it is, isn't it?! Somebody is taking a shit right up my nose! Please Colton, I'm sorry: get me out of this thing. Don't make me smell the shit of every guy on the team, please remove the curse!"

"I can't," I told him truthfully, "and I hate to say it, but I didn't want you getting anyone pregnant, so I put cum block in your lube."

"Brooo," Colton fell to his knees, tears rolling down his face, "I put lust leaf in my lube! You have to help me Colton! Oh fuck, I think two guys are taking a shit at the same time!"

"Relax Andre," I tried to reassure him as I thought about his predicament, "take deep breaths. Let me think."

Andre did as I told him, inhaling deeply through his cursed nose then exhaling with a soft, "oh shit, don't puke, oh shit."

"Listen, we just have to figure out a way to make you cum," I thought out loud.

Andre growled, "How can I cum when all I can smell is shit, ass, and farts. Do you have any idea how many guys are on my team? Fuck Colton, I can already smell two shits and I'm pretty sure someone just blasted a rancid morning fart right up my nose!"

I shook my head, "Okay Andre, think. I know you have a stash in your room. What do you have in there?"

"Uhhh…" Andre gagged again, "Oh shit. Lust leaf, strength syrup…"

"And…" I insisted.

Andre kept gagging, "Oh fuck. Some jock juice and a bottle of pussy potion that I have but I've never used, you happy? It's on the floor of my closet in the back on the right."

I nodded, "I have some slut dust. We could mix it with the strength syrup and pussy potion and use it as lube to finger your ass. Rubbing it directly on your p-spot should make you cum."

Andre groaned, "Why do you have…?" He gagged, "Oh fuck, it's so eggy. Fuck, fine: whatever it takes."

I rolled my eyes, "If you'd rather stay stuck in that pocket pussy sniffing shitty jock butt all day…"

"Nooo," Andre shook his head, "please Colton, just make it stop."

"The mixture I'm suggesting might permanently increase your interest in having stuff up your butt," I warned him.

He still shook his head, "Whatever it takes. Please, I'm begging you!" He whimpered.

I crossed the room to my little brother and patted him on the shoulder, "Can you stand up? Bend over my bed and stick your butt out, just don't puke, okay?" I looked at him for an answer as I began stepping out into the hallway.

Andre whimpered again, but nodded. He started shuffling his knees across the floor, making his way towards my bed. I moved into the hallway and glanced over my shoulder at his naked ass squeezing, wiggling, and shuddering as he continued to fuck his pocket pussy on the way to the bed. I shook my head at the situation he had gotten himself into, but still moved quickly into his bedroom. I really was worried that he might puke from the smell: his fellow cross-stick players were not the best smelling bunch to begin with.

I found his stash right where he said I would. He had hidden them in the toes of what looked like a few loose socks on the floor. I decided to grab everything, and then quickly made my way back to my room. I walked in to see my brother's big, fat, sweaty ass bent over the bed and the pocket pussy hanging off the tip of his dick. He groaned, pulled the toy back onto his shaft, and then released it so it could fall back to the tip, where it magically hooked itself.

"I'm back," I warned him, "let me just mix this together."

"Hurry," He whimpered, "I don't think these guys wipe very well."

I sat back down at my desk and opened the big bottom drawer. I fished my own stash out of the back of the drawer, bringing three vials out in addition to my brother's four substances. My brother's bottle of jock juice was the biggest container I had, and it was mostly empty, so I decided to do my mixing in there. Trying to work quickly, I decided to drink the half-mouthful that was left, instead of running to a sink to dump it out. I could feel it instantly: working its way down into my chest, abs, ass, legs, and feet.

The jock juice actually helped, however, because it kept my hands steady and eyes focused while I poured the pussy potion into the now empty bottle. I felt like I knew the exact amount I needed, and like I could pour exactly that amount. Next, I put in several dashes of slut dust, before closing the bottle and shaking the two together. After the dust was fully dissolved, I reopened the bottle to precisely pour in some strength syrup, but it was here I hesitated. I glanced over my shoulder again at my naked, waiting brother, but instead of the guilt I expected to feel the jock juice had me feeling competitive.

So, I reached for the pink and blue vial I had pulled out of my drawer and used the included dropper to carefully put a couple drops of wimp worm extract into the mixture. I glanced at my brother again, but still felt like I needed to beat him. I turned back to the bottle and quietly built up some of my own spit, letting that drop into the mixture as well. I recapped the bottle and shook it vigorously, turning back around to confront my brother's butt. I got up out of my chair, continuing to shake the bottle – almost threateningly – as I crossed the room over to Andre.

"Look at you, little bro," I practically snarled, "this is what you get for being such a dick to me."

Andre looked over his shoulder at me, red-eyed and desperate, "I'm sorry Colton. Please…I know I've been a dick. I'll be better, I promise, please just help me make this stop."

I popped open the bottle and looked down at the mixture I had made. I felt victorious when I saw a liquid with the consistency of strength syrup, the shimmering greyish-purple color of pussy potion, and white streaks of slut dust. I had to resist the urge to taste it, finally chastising myself for adding the wimp worm. I glanced back at my desk, knowing that I still had most of the ingredients, but managed to resist the urge to go make more. Still, when I looked back down at my helpless, squirming little brother, I knew that I was about to take him down a few pegs.

"It's ready," I growled at him, "I'm going to rub it in for you, okay?"

Andre shuddered, "No way. I can't let my big brother finger my ass. I'll just do it myself."

I shook my head, "I need to rub this directly onto the p-spot. I'm way more familiar with fingering guys than you are. I know where the p-spot is, you don't. Besides," I dipped my finger into the mixture, "I actually know about potions." I smeared a thin layer of the liquid down the lower half of his spine, "You're too much of a dumb jock to get this right."

"Fuck you," Was Andre's response, but I could tell from his tone that he knew I was right, "fine, if you want to stick your finger in my ass, just do it."

I didn't wait for him to change his mind. I poured more of the syrup out of the bottle and onto his back, spreading a thick layer onto his spine. He shivered, but didn't complain. I knew that he was trusting me to apply the potion the proper way, but I still didn't feel guilty for using more than I needed to. I dipped my finger back into the mixture and rubbed a generous layer around his butthole.

"Oh, this is so fucked up," He protested involuntarily. He pumped himself in and out of the pocket pussy, trying to will himself to cum before he had to get fingered by his brother.

His strategy didn't work, however, and after dipping my finger into the thick, slippery liquid one more time I slid it inside of my little brother, "There you go bro, this should help."

Andre shuddered again, "Oh fuck Colton," he looked over his shoulder at me, as if he was noticing me for the first time.

I couldn't stop a smirk from forming across my face: I knew that the addition of my spit was working. Experienced as I was with fingering other guys, I found my little brother's prostate in mere moments. I stroked it a few times to make sure I had found it, and the, "Oh shit that feels fucking fucked," my little brother groaned out let me know I had hit my mark. I withdrew my finger to dip it in more of the syrupy liquid, before reinserting myself and heading right back to the point. My little brother moaned in the highest pitch I had heard from him in weeks, "Oh bro oh fuck."

"You're such a little shit, Andre," I hissed, "you know you deserve to sniff shit? And the shit of your gross, asshole teammates too. I know you like cross-stick, but you really need to get off that team."

"Get off?" Andre's whimpers were high pitched again, "Ooohhh, this potion you made makes me feel so strange."

"Want me to pour some inside of you?" I offered like it was no big deal, "It will lube everything up. It might even help you nut faster," I said, even though I knew it probably wouldn't.

Andre was a sniffling, gagging mess, "Oh fuck Colton. I have to cum! How do you pour it in me?"

I pointed at the floor, "Face down, ass up." Andre didn't hesitate: my little brother did a half turn off the bed and dropped his chest to the floor. "Lend me a hand," I ordered him, grabbing his right butt cheek with my palm so he could continue pumping his penis while he pulled his left ass cheek away from the right. I poured the syrup slowly, working it into his butt hole by reinserting my finger. "I'm your big brother, Andre," I told him affectionately, "I hate to see you like this."

Andre was sniffling so hard, I was pretty sure he was crying, "Colton, I…"

"You need to stop being such a dick to me," I pulled my finger out and pushed the syrup in, "you lose when you fight me. I'm your big brother. Show me the proper respect."

"I'm so sorry, Colton," Andre sounded seriously sorry, "I've learned my lesson."

My little brother's voice was getting weaker by the minute, and I didn't hesitate to pour the entire bottle into him. I didn't just want my little brother back, I wanted to destroy the guy he had become. I was going to win. He was going to lose. There was no doubt in my mind that I would get the victory I craved.

"Aw fuck Colton," Andre was definitely crying now, "this pussy potion is making me feel so much weaker than I thought it would. I'm really so sorry I've been such a dick. I deserve to eat shit, not just sniff it."

I finished pouring the syrup, and took the opportunity to completely withdraw my finger. I let Andre squirm with discomfort as he fought the realization that he wanted my finger back. "Get back up on the bed," I told him finally, "let's see what we can do about getting you to squirt."

"Ugh, I feel like such a loser," Andre complained even as he pushed himself off the floor. He fell face first back onto the bed and stuck his ass out like a full-blown butt slut.

I put my finger on his butthole but didn't press inside, "You know, I am helping you out here. I could just leave you to sniff the shit of every guy on the cross-stick team."

"Nooo," Andre cried out like a toddler, shaking his ass in desperation, "please don't do that!"

I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I inserted my finger and went straight for his p-spot. I massaged it and could almost feel his gratitude emanating out at me. "You're not tough Andre," I mocked him, "you're my little brother. You don't belong on the cross-stick team."

"I don't belong on the cross-stick team," Andre admitted with a whimper, "I should just quit: those guys smell like shit anyway. I'll never be big enough to make it to Varsity. I'm a weak little brother, and I've been such a jerk!" He pumped the pocket pussy with increasing determination. He moaned, and I could tell that he was getting closer.

"You should just accept that you're a loser little brother," I encouraged him softly.

"Loser little brother," He repeated without knowing what he was saying, "loser little brother…"

I stroked his prostate with well-practiced skill, forcing him to moan uncontrollably, "Let me help you, loser little brother," I coaxed him, "you don't have to be a bad guy. There's still time to undo this mess you've put yourself in. I'm your big brother: I can help!"

Andre helplessly gnawed at my comforter, "Help me Colton, please help me."

"Do you promise to quit the cross-stick team?" I encouraged him.

"I promise," He whimpered, "I'll quit the team."

I used my left hand to trace a rune onto the cheek of his ass. I wasn't sure it would work without any material components, but a faint line of power still glowed when the rune was completed. Impressed with myself, I smacked his ass to dissipate the spell through his body. I could tell that Andre wanted to scream, but he just growled instead. I smacked his ass again.

"Fuh-uck Col-ton," My little brother's voice cracked, "someone just started taking the dirtiest," he smashed the pocket pussy onto his rock-hard cock, "nastiest," he moaned, "shit."

I started to trace the rune on his ass again, while using my other hand to press his p-spot in time with the pulsing of his penis, "The cross-stick team stinks, little bro…" I looked down at another completed, glowing rune, confused at how I could be casting it without a material component.

My little brother cried out like a guy that had just had pixie dust poured down his pants by a bully, "The team stinks! How could anyone smell this bad? I'm not like them! I don't belong with them! I'm so sorry Colton!"

I curled my finger around his prostate to brace his body for the impending moment. I smacked his ass again, watching the rune sparkle as his body struggled to absorb it. Andre was losing his mind. His ass squeezed my finger. His cock plowed desperately into the pocket pussy.

"I'm not like them," He managed to declare, "oh fuck, I'm a loser little brother…"

He cried with relief as he started to unload. I took the opportunity to rube the rune in with my palm. I manipulated his prostate to maximize every spasm, as he filled his pocket pussy with the only cure for the curse I had placed on it. I watched Andre shiver and thrust with every grunt, groan, and whimper. My little brother looked and sounded pretty pathetic, but I was flushed with a feeling of success none-the-less.

Finally, he withdrew his cock from the pocket pussy, letting the toy drop to the floor. He gasped, "Oh fuck, fresh air," he inhaled deeply, "oh man that's good. I had no idea! Thank you Colton. Thank you for helping me get out of that thing."

"I'm here for you, Andre," I told him sincerely, "please let me help you become the nice guy you used to be."

"What are you going to do? Pour more pussy potion into my ass?" He wiggled, "You can take your finger out, by the way."

I nodded and slowly withdrew my finger from inside of him, brushing his p-spot one last time on the way out. "Nothing so crude," I told him, "If it's not an emergency I can have the time to mix my own potions, plan my own spells, maybe even get you a couple of rune tattoos. What do you say?"

Andre pushed himself off the bed and turned around to face me. He glanced down at himself and blushed with embarrassment, but still tried to pretend he didn't mind standing there naked. "I wasn't sure I should tell you," Andre had a stupid post-orgasm smile on his face, "but since you mention rune tattoos: I got asked to join the Brother's Brigade."

"Seriously?!" I clapped my naked brother on his shoulder, "Why wouldn't you tell me? When did you even apply?"

He blushed even harder, "I applied at the beginning of the school year. I didn't tell you because I found out after I joined the team, and I knew what those guys would think. I didn't think I still wanted to join, but after today…"

"I would be thrilled to sponsor you in the Brother's Brigade," I squeezed his arm, "that is a group of guys you could really belong in."

"Ugh," He opened his mouth to protest, but a loud alert pinged on my computer and interrupted him.

I held up a hand, "Hold on, we're not done talking about this," I told him, before turning around to walk back over to my desk.

"Shouldn't I go get some underwear at least?" Andre asked me.

"Hold on," I told him again, looking at the notice on the screen.

The message was from my friend Zach, "Jayce is missing. No one has seen him since last night," He told me. I furrowed my brow as I continued reading, "There are tire tracks in the woods near where we were partying. His watch isn't showing up in the device tracker. I think something happened to him."

"Sounds serious," I messaged Zach, "let's meet up where the party was in 30 minutes?"

"I'm already here," Zach let me know, "come as quickly as you can."

I turned back to Andre, and smiled at how he was waiting patiently for me despite being naked. I nodded at him, "We should shower and get dressed: Jayce is missing, it looks bad. We can talk about you joining the Brother's Brigade while we walk over to where the party was."

"It's okay," Andre shrugged, "I know you'll talk me in to joining, so we can just skip the part where you have to convince me. And I'll let you give me whatever potions, or cast whatever spells, you want. I know I've been a dick this year, and I really am sorry."

"Let's get dressed," I grinned, "and bro?"

"Yeah?" He asked while picking his pocket pussy up off the floor.

"I am so glad I cursed that pocket pussy," I let him know, and he nodded in agreement.