Jesse's Little Bro

Chapter 1

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A couple days after getting kicked out of his parent's house. Jesse Pinkman heads back home. Sitting down heavily on his couch he decided to light a joint. Closing his eyes he fell asleep. He woke to someone banging on his door as he noticed that it was pouring rain outside.

"Hold your horses," he cried out as he got up and headed towards the door.

Looking through the window he saw a child's figure standing outside knocking on his door, a hoodie covering their head. Yanking open the door with the intent to shoo away the kid he realized it was Jake, his kid brother.

"What do you want?" Jesse asked irritatedly.

"Can I come in? It's pouring out and I'm cold," Jake said, looking up at Jesse.

"Fine, get in here," Jesse said, grabbing the twelve year old by the hoodie and yanking him in the house.

"Thanks," Jake said, pulling back the hood.

"What're you doing here?" Jesse deadpanned.

"I ran away," Jake announced.

Jesse laughed, as Jake stared up at him.

"You ran away from home? The overachiever son. Ran away," Jesse laughed as he sat back on the couch.

"Look, you don't know the kind of pressure that I have to deal with. Everything I do has to be perfect. I'm tired of being perfect. I just want to be a normal kid," Jake explained.

"Yeah well, good luck with that," Jesse said.

"Couldn't you let me stay here for a little while? I don't want to go home yet," Jake pleaded.

"What's a little while?"

"Couple of days or so."

"What's in it for me?" Jesse asked.

"I'll clean your house and do your dishes," Jake suggested.

"Do I look like I need a maid?"

"Please Jesse. I don't want to go back," Jake pleaded again.

"Fine but you stay out my way, understood," Jesse said.

"Alright, thanks," Jake said, shaking from his cold, wet clothes.

"Come on," Jesse commanded, getting up from the couch and heading towards his bedroom.

Jake followed without question.

"Get out of those clothes," Jesse told him.

Jake stripped out of his wet clothes, down to his underwear.

"Underwear too," Jesse said, as he rifled through his dresser.

Jake did as he was told. Standing there naked he waited rubbing his arms for warmth.

"You and I aren't exactly the same size but this'll work 'til I can get some clothes for you," Jesse said, handing him a long sleeve shirt that practically swallowed Jake up.

"Thanks Jesse," Jake said, putting the shirt on. It just went past his waist covering up his more private areas. Which he was thankful for. Jesse may be his older brother but being naked in front of someone was embarrassing for him.

Without a word Jesse walked out of the room. Jake stood in the living room not quite knowing what to do. When Jesse appeared again he had a towel and a blanket.

"Here, dry yourself off," Jesse said, tossing Jake the towel.

Jake did just that but still felt cold, mainly his legs which were bare.

"Well don't just stand there like an idiot. Sit down," Jesse said roughly.

Jake sat down on the couch as Jesse covered his legs with the blanket.

"Thanks," Jake said again.

"Don't mention it. I can't believe I'm doing this," Jesse said looking up at the ceiling.

"Doing what?"

"Hiding you, of all people, from mom and dad," Jesse answered.

"If they come over here looking for me are you going to tell them I'm here?" Jake asked.

"Relax. Against my better judgment I won't narc on you," Jesse said.

"Thanks, Jesse. I really am sorry mom and dad kicked you out. Thanks for not…narcing on me," Jake said.

"I'm a lot of things but a narc is not one of 'em. How about I roll one up for us?" Jesse said, sitting up and pulling his weed towards him.

"Sure," Jake said eagerly.

Jake watched as his brother did his magic as he rolled up a fat joint. Lighting it up he took the first drag holding it in for as long as he could before blowing it out.

"That's how you smoke weed," Jesse said, handing it over to his kid brother.

Jesse watched as Jake puffed on the joint and quickly blew it out.

"You're wasting weed little bro. Now watch," Jesse took another drag holding it in for as long as he could then blew it out.

Handing it back to Jake he instructed him how to hit the joint. When Jake finally blew out the smoke he felt the sensation from the weed.

"Wow," Jake whispered, as he heard Jesse chuckle.

"Not like that skunk weed you had," Jesse said, sitting back and putting an arm around Jake as they finished off the joint.

"I am so stoned," Jake giggled, as Jesse shared a bag of Cheetos with him.

"You know little bro, you got a good looking penis," Jesse said.

"What!?" Jake asked, laughing.

"I'm serious, it reminds me of mine when I was your age. I'll tell you what, you're going to get a lot of pussy with that ivory horn," Jesse said, stuffing his mouth with more Cheetos.

"You really think so?" Jake asked looking under the blanket and pulling up his shirt to look at his penis.

"Hell yeah I do. You are my little bro, aren't you? Now don't play with it or you'll go blind," Jesse teased.

"That's a myth. Masterbation is perfectly normal and healthy," Jake argued.

"Now that's a myth," Jesse countered. "How about you take that ivory horn of yours and get us a couple of beers."

"A beer, for me seriously?"

"Go," Jesse said, unable to keep from smiling.

Jake came back with the beers a moment later, handing Jesse one and opening the other for himself. Jake took a big drink and burped loudly, making Jesse laugh.

"That's not bad," he said looking at the bottle.

"Looks like your little soldier likes it too. He's standing at attention," Jesse said pointing at Jake's cock.

"What?" Jake asked confused until he noticed where his brother was pointing and quickly covered himself up.

Jesse laughed as he patted the seat next to him.

"It's all good little bro," Jesse said, putting his arm around Jake's shoulders and offering him a cigarette.

"I think I'm going to draw the line on those," Jake said, taking another drink.

"Yeah well, you got more brains than I do," Jesse shrugged as he lit up a cigarette.

"Don't sell yourself short, you're smarter than you think. Besides at least you know how to have a good time," Jake said, with a shrug.

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you," Jesse said, ruffling up Jake's hair.

The next day Jesse taught Jake the old wake and bake.

"This is how you catch your buzz back from the night before," Jesse explained, packing a bowl.

The two of them finished up the weed before Jake got dressed. The two of them nice and high went to the thrift store.

"The thrift store? Really?" Jake asked.

"What did you expect, Neiman Marcus? You got any money by the way?" Jesse shot back.

"Yeah I'm not stupid. I'm not going to run away without some money," Jake countered, showing Jesse a wad of twenties.

"How much is that?" Jesse asked.

"Three hundred, I've been saving it," Jake said.

"Do me a favor and hide it when we get back home. Don't carry it on you all the time ok," Jesse said.

"Alright that sounds reasonable," Jake said.

The two of them went into the thrift store and began looking around. Jake grabbed a couple of pairs of jeans and some shirts. Looking around some more he grabbed a package of underwear and socks.

"That should do," Jake said, to his brother.

"About time," Jesse said irritably.

Jake paid for the clothes and the two of them went back out to Jesse's car where they ran into Badger.

"Hey Jesse there's a party going on at Maurices' tonight, you going?" Badger asked.

Jesse looked over at his kid brother for a moment. He saw the excited look in Jake's eyes and grinned."

"Sure thing Badger, we'll see you there," Jesse said.

"Who's we and who's the kid?" Badger asked.

"This is Jake, my kid brother. The two of us'll see you there," Jesse answered.

"Seriously? You're going to bring a kid?" Badger asked dumbfounded.

"So what business is that of yours who I bring where?" Jesse snapped.

"Hey, bring who you want?" Badger said, raising his hands in mock surrender before he walked away.

Jake placed his bag of clothes in the trunk and then the two of them got into Jesse's car.

"Were you serious about taking me to the party?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't serious," Jesse said, lighting a cigarette.

"Thanks," Jake said.

"Stop thanking me for everything. I'm your brother, it's what I should have been doing a long time ago," Jesse admitted, as he started up the engine and they headed off for home.

Later that night Jake was busy washing his thrift store bought clothes as Jesse sat in the living room rolling joints and placing them into a baggie.

"What should I wear?"

"What?" Jesse asked.

"To the party. What should I wear?"

"Whatever you got, little bro," Jesse said, making it sound obvious.

"Ok, are you taking those to the party?" Jake asked.

"Nope, you are. These are for you. Now come over here 'cause we need to have a talk," Jesse said.

Jake walked over to his older brother and Jesse put his hands on the boy's waist as he looked him in the eye.

"Now listen up and listen up good. This is not like a party you've ever been at. People are going to be doing things that I don't want you to do. Understand?" Jesse asked.

When Jake nodded his head Jesse continued.

"You don't drink, smoke or do anything unless I say it's ok, understand?" Jake nodded again and Jesse went on.

"Mingle with the others, smoke some of these with the others there but stick close by me. You're stepping into my world. You got me?" Jesse asked, in a serious tone.

"Yes," Jake told him.

"Good, now let's go get fucked up," Jesse said, handing Jake the baggie.

As the two of them pulled up to the party Jake could hear loud, bombing music coming from the house. There were several people drinking and smoking out on the lawn. Jake watched as Jesse was greeted by many of the people there with both handshakes and hugs. Jesse introduced Jake to everyone calling him his little bro. Jesse was offered a pipe of something and took a hit. The guy offered it to Jake but Jesse pushed the pipe away from his brother saying "none of that for him." Getting inside the house it was like something Jake had never seen before. Some people were dancing while others were in small circles talking and drinking. Still others were making out on couches or in corners.

"Come on, keep up little bro," Jesse said, walking through the crowd of people.

A Mexican girl around Jesse's age stopped him, kissing him on the lips.

"Hey, Ida, this is my little bro," Jesse said.

To Jake's surprise Ida kissed Jake deeply on the mouth. Leaving red lipstick on the boy's face. Jesse laughed loudly at the look on his face. Jake noticed Jesse handing her a small baggie but he couldn't tell what was in it and then whispered something in her ear as he glanced over at his kid brother.

Smiling, Ida took Jake by the hand and began leading him somewhere.

"Go," Jesse urged him as Jake looked at him for an answer.

Ida led Jake into a bedroom where she sat him down.

"Lean back," she told him gently, pushing him back.

Jake watched as Ida unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. She placed her mouth on the head and began bobbing her head up and down the shaft, taking all four inches of him in and out. Jake felt the rush of an orgasm as if he went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds. Ida let him shoot his load on her face. Jake fell back on the bed as his head swam.

"Did you like it?" Ida asked as she cleaned herself off.

"That was great," Jake admitted.

"Jesse said you had some weed on you. How about we smoke one and I'll do that again," she suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Jake said, taking out the baggie, finding the biggest one and lighting it up.

After smoking the joint down to a roach. Ida knelt back down and began giving Jake another blow job. This time it took him a bit longer to cum than the first.

Buttoning his pants back up as Ida cleaned herself up. The two of them walked out of the bedroom to hoots, howls and clapping from a group of guys surrounding Jesse sitting with his leg over the arm of a chair. A little embarrassed but happy Jake walked through the crowd as they patted him on the back, ruffled his hair and congratulated him for getting his cherry popped. One handed him a forty of beer and he looked at Jesse for confirmation. When Jesse nodded his head Jake opened it up and took a big drink.

The rest of the night went by without a problem for the two brothers. They watched a couple of guys get into a fist fight as well as a couple of girls get into a hair pulling match. Jake had to admit to his brother that the latter was kind of a turn on.

By the end of the night Jake had drunk two forties and smoked the rest of the weed Jesse had given him, save a half a joint. Drunk, stoned and happy he followed Jesse out to his car. They headed home smoking the rest of the joint Jake had saved for the two of them.

Jesse helped his kid brother in the house the best he could considering he was hammered himself. Both of them sat down heavily on the couch. Giggling and laughing like a couple of fools.

"I know you told me not to thank you anymore but I don't care. Thanks, you're an awesome big brother," Jake said.

"I try," Jesse said, lighting a cigarette.

"No, I really mean it. I had a great time tonight. I got to meet interesting people. Got totally fucked up. And best of all I got my first and second blow jobs ever," Jake said.

"She gave you two, seriously?"

"Sure did. I still got the lipstick on my dick to prove it. Want to see?" Jake asked, fiddling with his pants.

"No no, keep the ivory horn in your pants. I believe you," Jesse told him, putting up his hands in mock surrender.

"You want to watch the sun come up?" Jake asked, unable to stop himself from yawning.

"I think I'm going to crash. If you want to, feel free," Jesse answered.

"You know you're right. I think crashing is a better option," Jake said, yawning again.

As the two of them got up to head to their separate rooms Jake realized there was no way he was going to make it up the stairs in the condition he was in.

"I think I'll just crash on the couch," he said.

"Naw, why don't you bunk in with me tonight. There's plenty of room," Jesse said.

"You sure?"

"Sure little bro, just keep to your side. I don't want you thinking I'm Ida and try to poke me in the rear," Jesse teased.

The next day Jesse woke up hungover. Jake on the other hand was full of energy.

"Hey Jesse, you want some breakfast?" Jake asked, happily.

"No, I want the pounding in my head to go away," Jesse said, his voice muffled from the pillow.

"I'm going to take a shower and go down to the corner store to grab a few things. I'll be back in a few," Jake said.

"Go, be careful…, kids," Jesse said, his voice still muffled.

After his shower and getting dressed. Jake walked into the living room. He saw the bag of weed still sitting on the table but knew it would be a bad idea to take any without his brother's permission. Instead he found a roach still sitting in the ashtray and did the best not to burn his fingers lighting it up. He got two hits off of it before he put what was left back in the ashtray. Feeling renewed he headed out the door to the corner store.

Down at the store Jake picked up a few different items. Bread, eggs, milk and bacon. As he paid the cashier he didn't notice the two guys watching him. Walking out of the store the two (one a skinny Mexican and the other a long haired black guy) began to follow him.

"Hey kid? You got twenty bucks I can get from you?" The Mexican guy called out.

Jake ignored him as he picked up his pace.

"Hey kid, didn't you hear my friend?" the black guy said.

The two of them caught up to Jake, the Mexican guy cutting the boy off as the black guy grabbed him from behind.

Jake dropped his groceries as the black guy began rifling through his pockets. The Mexican guy punched Jake in the stomach and then in the face as the black guy pulled Jake's money out of his pocket.

"Hey putos what are you doing?" a large muscular Mexican guy called out to the two thieves as Jake knelt on the ground.

"Nothing Angel we was just playing, that's all," the skinny Mexican guy said.

"You ok little bro?" Angel asked Jake as the other two looked on. "Don't just stand there, putos. Help little bro up."

The black guy helped Jake back up.

"Now pick up his groceries," Angel commanded.

Both thieves picked up Jake's groceries, handing them to the boy.

"They took my money," Jake said.

"Give little bro back his money putos," Angel commanded again.

They handed him the cash that they had stolen from him. Jake took it and stuffed it back in his pocket.

"What else you got on you?" Angel said, grabbing the black guy by his long hair and rifling through his pockets. Angel came up with a switchblade out of his back pocket. Angel shoved the guy back, almost knocking him down.

"Now get out of here putos and if I see messing with little bro again I'll put a cap in your ass," Angel threatened.

Jake looked at Angel for a minute before realizing that he was at the party last night.

"Come on little bro, let's get you home," Angel said, walking beside him.

"You remember me from last night?" Jake asked, surprised.

"Sure do. By the way my sister was asking about you after you guys left," Angel said.

"Really, who's your sister?"

"Ida," Angel answered.

Jake's eyes got big with fear making Angel laugh loudly.

"Relax, what my sister does is her business not mine," Angel said.

"This is my house. Thanks for sticking up for me Angel, my name's Jake by the way or I guess you can call me little bro if you want," Jake said, digging in his pocket and taking out a twenty. "Here, it's not much but I appreciate what you did."

Angel took the twenty. He pulled the switchblade out of his pocket and handed it to Jake.

"Take this in case some puto tries to mess with you again, take it easy little bro," Angel said, walking away.

"Tell Ida I said hi," Jake called after him.

"Will do," Angel called back.

Jake went into the house. His face hurt a bit but it wasn't something he couldn't handle.

"Hey yo, what happened to your face," Jesse cried out, going over to his brother and turning his head to get a better look at the bruise.

"Couple of guys jumped me. I'm ok Jesse," Jake said.

"What'd they look like?" Jesse asked angrily.

"It's ok, Angel helped me out," Jake said, with a smile.

"Ida's brother?"

"Yeah, he took this from one of the guys and said I should use it next time some…puto messes with me," Jake said, showing him the switchblade.

"Good idea. You made one hell of an impression at that party little bro. Now on, let's get some ice on your face," Jesse said.

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