Fuck, it all started the night the power went out in our apartment. I was twenty-three, my brother Jake was twenty-five, both of us home from college for the summer and stuck sharing the place our parents left us while they traveled. We’d always been close, but that night the heat and the dark changed everything.
Jake stripped off his shirt first, tossing it on the couch. “Too fucking hot,” he muttered, his chest glistening with sweat. I couldn’t look away. We’d wrestled as kids, shared showers when we were younger, but now his body was hard, cut, and covered in the same dark hair that trailed down my own stomach. My cock twitched in my shorts.
“Quit staring, little brother,” he said with a grin, but his eyes dropped to my lap. He saw the bulge. Instead of laughing it off, he stepped closer. “You like what you see?”
I swallowed. “Yeah. Been thinking about it for years.”
Jake’s hand landed on my shoulder, heavy and hot. “Then stop thinking.” He shoved me back onto the couch and climbed over me, grinding his hard dick against mine through our shorts. We both groaned. No hesitation. His mouth crashed down on mine, rough and hungry, tongues sliding, teeth clashing. I tasted beer and salt.
We ripped the rest of our clothes off in seconds. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, the head already leaking. Mine matched it, throbbing. Jake wrapped his fist around both of us and started stroking, slow and tight. “Fuck, your dick feels good against mine,” he growled. “Been jerking off thinking about this since we hit eighteen.”
I bucked up into his grip. “Do it. Suck me, Jake.
I want your mouth.”
He dropped between my spread legs and swallowed me to the root in one go. Hot, wet, tight. His throat worked around my shaft while his tongue pressed the underside. I grabbed his hair and fucked his face, watching spit drip down his chin. He moaned around me, the vibration making my balls draw up.
When he pulled off he flipped me onto my stomach. “My turn to eat.” His tongue dragged over my hole, licking and pushing inside, getting me sloppy and open. I pushed back on his face, begging. “More. Finger me. Get me ready for your cock.”
Two thick fingers slid in, scissoring, stretching. He found my prostate and rubbed until I was leaking onto the couch cushions. “You’re gonna take every inch, little brother. Gonna fill you up.”
He lined up and pushed. The burn was perfect. Inch by inch his fat cock opened me until his hips were flush against my ass. We both froze, breathing hard. Then he started thrusting, hard and deep, the slap of skin loud in the dark room. Every stroke dragged over that spot inside me. I reached down and jerked myself in time with him.
“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck your brother harder.”
Jake pounded me like he’d been waiting his whole life. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. He reached around and took over stroking my cock, rough and fast. “Come on my dick. Do it. Show me how much you love your big brother’s cock.”
I came first, shooting across the couch, my hole clamping down. Jake roared and buried himself deep, pulsing hot cum inside me in thick spurts. He stayed there, grinding, pushing it deeper until he softened and slipped out.
We didn’t stop that night. After a quick shower we moved to the bedroom. I rode him next, sinking down on his renewed hard-on, watching his face as I took him to the balls. He played with my nipples, twisted them, told me how tight and perfect my ass was. I came again just from riding him, untouched, ropes of cum painting his abs.
By morning we’d fucked in every position we could think of. Jake on his back with his legs up while I pounded him. Me on all fours getting railed again. Sixty-nine until we both swallowed. We talked dirty the whole time, calling each other brother, admitting every filthy fantasy we’d hidden.
When the lights came back on we didn’t pretend it hadn’t happened. We just looked at each other, sweaty and satisfied, and Jake said, “We’re doing this again tonight.”
And we did. Every night after. Two grown brothers who finally stopped pretending.
