Fuck, I never thought my own brother would have me bouncing on his cock like that. We were both adults, me twenty-two and him twenty-four, living in the same cramped apartment after dad kicked us out. One hot summer night the AC died and we were both stripped down to nothing, sweating on the couch watching some cheap porn. The guy on screen was riding reverse, ass slapping down hard, and my brother laughed low and dirty. "Bet you couldn't handle that, little bro." I shot back, "Try me, asshole." Next thing I knew his hand was on my thigh, squeezing, then sliding up to grab my dick which was already rock hard from the heat and the video. No slow shit, no talking it out. He yanked me onto his lap, spit on his fingers, shoved two inside me rough and fast while I cursed and pushed back. "Yeah, open up for your big brother's dick," he growled, lining up and slamming in balls deep on the first thrust. I started bouncing right away, thighs burning as I slammed down over and over, his thick cock stretching me wide, hitting that spot that made my own dick leak all over his stomach. Sweat flew off us. The couch creaked like it was gonna break. Every time I dropped he thrust up to meet me, skin slapping loud and nasty, my hole gripping him tight on the upstroke. "Harder, you little slut," he grunted, hands on my hips yanking me down faster. I bounced like a fucking machine, ass cheeks clapping, balls swinging, moaning like a whore while he called me every filthy name he could think of.
"Take your brother's load, bounce on it, milk it out." I came first, shooting ropes across his chest without touching myself, hole pulsing around him. He flipped me onto my back, folded my legs to my ears, and pounded me missionary style until he flooded my guts, hot and thick, still thrusting through it. We didn't stop there. Round two had me on all fours, him behind me yanking my hair while he drilled in and out, then round three with me riding again, slower this time but deeper, his fingers in my mouth making me suck while I bounced. By morning we were both wrecked, cum dried on our skin, holes sore and satisfied. We didn't talk about it the next day, but every night after that the bouncing started again, raw, loud, and exactly what we both needed.
