Marcus slammed the front door behind him, sweat still dripping from his broad chest after the late-night gym session.
At twenty-four he was all thick muscle and dark chocolate skin, veins popping along his arms. His little brother Jamal, nineteen and just as built, was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gray sweats that left nothing to the imagination. Their parents were gone for the weekend, leaving the two of them alone in the big house their family had owned for generations.
“Sup, bro,” Jamal said, voice low and lazy, eyes flicking down to the heavy bulge in Marcus’s shorts. They had always been close, closer than most brothers, but lately the air between them had turned thick and electric.
Marcus dropped his gym bag and kicked off his sneakers. “You been sitting here all night playing with that dick or what?” He nodded at the obvious outline of Jamal’s cock stretching the fabric.
Jamal grinned, no shame. “Maybe. You wanna see it again?”
They had crossed the line two weeks ago after too many drinks. Now it was just the way things were. Marcus stepped closer, peeled his shirt off, and let his own fat black cock twitch inside his shorts. “Pull that shit out.”
Jamal shoved his sweats down. His dick sprang up, long, veiny, and dark, the head already shiny with precum. Marcus licked his lips, dropped to his knees right there on the living-room floor, and wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. “Fuck, this big black dick is mine tonight.”
He opened wide and swallowed Jamal down in one smooth motion, throat working, spit running down the length. Jamal groaned and grabbed his brother’s head, fucking up into that hot mouth. “Yeah, suck it, big bro. Get it sloppy for that ass.”
Marcus gagged but kept going, tongue swirling, nose pressed into Jamal’s trimmed bush. He pulled off only to spit on the head and stroke it fast. “You gonna fuck me raw like last time?”
“Damn right.” Jamal stood, hauled Marcus up, and spun him around. He yanked Marcus’s shorts down, spread those thick cheeks, and spit right on the tight hole. Two fingers pushed in without warning, stretching him open. “This hole stays ready for me now, don’t it?”
Marcus pushed back on the fingers, grunting. “Been thinking about your dick all day. Put it in.”
Jamal lined up and drove his cock straight into his brother’s ass in one long thrust. Marcus’s deep moan filled the room. Jamal started pounding, heavy balls slapping, skin smacking loud and wet. “Take that dick, nigga. Fuck, you’re so tight around me.”
He reached around and stroked Marcus’s leaking cock while he fucked him hard, hips snapping. Sweat ran down both their bodies. Marcus braced against the couch, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Harder, Jamal. Breed that ass.”
Jamal gave it to him, deep and rough, until his rhythm stuttered. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding his brother’s hole. Marcus came right after, shooting across the couch cushions with a shout.
They didn’t stop there. Later, in the shower, Marcus fucked Jamal against the tiles, then they moved to the bedroom and sixty-nined until both were hard again. By morning they were tangled in the sheets, cum dried on their skin, already planning the next round before their parents got home.
The house stayed quiet except for the wet sounds of two brothers who had stopped pretending they didn’t want exactly this.
