The hotel room door clicked shut behind us and the second it did, my brother Jake shoved me against it. His mouth was on mine hard, tongue pushing in like he owned it. We’d been teasing each other all weekend at our cousin’s wedding, little looks, accidental brushes, the way he kept calling me “little bro” with that filthy smirk. Now we were alone on the twelfth floor with two king beds we weren’t going to need.
“Strip,” he growled, already yanking his own shirt off. I peeled mine over my head and kicked my shoes away while he dropped his jeans. His cock was already thick and half-hard, curving up toward his stomach.
Mine matched it, throbbing in my boxers. Jake grabbed the front of them and ripped them down, letting my dick slap against my thigh.
“Fuck, look at that,” he muttered, wrapping his hand around both of us at once, squeezing our shafts together. Pre-cum leaked from my slit and he smeared it over both heads with his thumb. “Been wanting this since we checked in yesterday.”
I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet. His cock tasted salty-sweaty from the long day, the head fat and hot on my tongue. I sucked him deep, gagging when he thrust forward and grabbed my hair. Jake fucked my throat in short, rough strokes, balls slapping my chin.
“Take it, little brother. Suck that dick like you mean it.” Spit ran down my chin onto my chest. He pulled out and hauled me up, spinning me toward the nearest bed. I landed on my stomach and he was on me in seconds, spreading my ass with both hands and burying his face between my cheeks.
His tongue pushed straight into my hole, wet and filthy, licking and spitting until I was slick and open. Two fingers followed, scissoring me open while he licked around them. “Tight as fuck,” he rasped. “Gonna wreck this hole.”
He grabbed the lube from his bag, slicked his cock, and pressed the head against me. One hard push and he was inside, stretching me wide. I groaned into the mattress as he bottomed out, hips flush to my ass. Jake didn’t wait. He started pounding, long, deep strokes that made the bed frame creak.
“Fuck yeah, take your brother’s cock,” he grunted, slapping my ass hard enough to sting. “Been thinking about bending you over since we got the room keys.” Every thrust punched the air out of me. I pushed back to meet him, greedy for more.
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. His hand wrapped around my leaking dick, jerking me in time with his thrusts. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. The room smelled like sex and hotel soap.
“Gonna fill you up,” he warned, pace turning frantic. “Gonna breed my little brother’s ass.” His cock swelled and pulsed, hot cum flooding me in thick spurts. The feeling pushed me over; I shot across my own stomach and chest while he kept fucking through his orgasm, pushing his load deeper.
We didn’t stop there. Jake pulled out, watched his cum leak from my hole, then pushed it back in with two fingers before rolling me onto my side and sliding in again from behind. Slower this time, almost lazy, but still dirty as hell, whispering how tight I felt full of his load, how he’d wanted to fuck me since we were teens sharing a bedroom.
By the time we finally collapsed, the sheets were wrecked and the sun was coming up through the curtains. Jake pulled me against his chest, cock soft and sticky against my thigh, and muttered, “Next family trip we’re getting our own room again.” I just laughed, already half-hard again at the thought.
