I slammed the door shut behind me, the cheap motel room smelling like stale smoke and cheap pine cleaner. My older brother Jake stood by the bed, shirt already off, his thick chest heaving. We both knew why we were here. Dad's funeral was over, the family gone, and the years of pent-up shit between us had finally snapped.
"Strip," Jake growled, his voice low and rough like always when he wanted something. I yanked my shirt over my head and kicked off my jeans, my cock already stiff and leaking against my thigh. He was bigger than me, always had been, with that heavy dick swinging between his legs as he stepped closer. No slow bullshit, no talking about feelings. Just heat.
Jake grabbed my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees. "Suck it, little brother. Been thinking about that mouth since we were kids." His cock slapped my face, fat and veined, the head already shiny. I opened up and took him deep, gagging as he thrust straight in.
Saliva dripped down my chin while he fucked my throat, one hand fisted in my hair. The wet sounds filled the room, his balls slapping my chin with every push.
"Fuck yeah, take it all," he muttered, hips snapping. I choked and swallowed around him, tasting salt and skin. My own dick throbbed untouched, dripping onto the carpet. Jake pulled out with a wet pop and hauled me up, spinning me around. He bent me over the bed and spat on my hole, rubbing it in with two thick fingers. No lube, no easing in. He lined up and drove his cock straight into my ass in one hard thrust.
I grunted loud, the burn spreading fast as he bottomed out. Jake didn't wait. He started pounding, skin slapping skin, his heavy balls swinging against mine. "Tight fucking hole," he rasped, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. Every slam hit deep, stretching me open around his girth. I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, my cock bouncing and smearing precome on the sheets.
He reached under me and wrapped a rough hand around my dick, jerking it in time with his fucking. "Come on my cock, bro. Do it." The filthy words pushed me over. I shot hard, ropes of cum splattering the bed while my ass clamped down. Jake groaned and buried himself balls-deep, flooding me with hot pulses. He kept grinding through it, pushing his load deeper until it leaked out around his shaft.
We didn't stop there. Jake pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and climbed over me. He fed his still-hard cock back into my mouth so I could taste us mixed together. Then he straddled my face and lowered his ass onto my tongue while he sucked me hard again. We sixty-nined rough and messy, tongues and fingers everywhere, until he shot down my throat and I painted his chest.
By the time we collapsed, sweat-slick and breathing heavy, the room reeked of sex and cum. Jake pulled me against his side, one arm slung over me. "We ain't done," he said, already stroking my spent cock back to life. "Got the whole night, and I'm gonna wreck that ass again."
I grinned against his shoulder and reached down to grip his thickening dick. "Then do it, big brother. Fuck me like you mean it."
