I came home from the gym sweaty and pumped, my tank top clinging to my chest. My younger brother Jake was sprawled on the couch in nothing but boxers, his thick cock already half-hard from whatever porn he had been watching on his phone. At twenty-two he was built like me, broad shoulders, heavy arms, and that same hungry look in his eyes whenever we were alone.
"Lock the door," I said, voice low and direct.
He did, then turned and dropped to his knees without a word. We had been doing this for months, ever since he moved in after college. No slow buildup, no pretending it was anything but what it was: two brothers who liked to fuck each other raw.
I pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking. Jake opened his mouth and took me straight to the back of his throat in one smooth motion. No teasing, just wet heat and suction. I grabbed his hair and fucked his face, watching spit drip down his chin onto his own hard dick straining against his boxers.
"Get them off," I growled. He shoved his boxers down and his cock slapped up against his stomach, fat and dripping. I pulled out of his mouth, hauled him up, and spun him around. Bent him over the arm of the couch. His ass was firm and round, the hole already slick from the lube he had fingered into himself earlier.
I spat on my cock and pushed in. No condom, never. Just the tight, hot grip of my brother's ass swallowing every inch. Jake moaned loud and filthy, pushing back to take me deeper. I gripped his hips and started pounding, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
"Fuck, your ass is so good," I grunted. "Tight little brother hole."
"Yeah, big bro, wreck it," he shot back, voice rough. "Fill me up."
I slammed harder, balls slapping against him. One hand reached around to stroke his cock in time with my thrusts. Pre-cum poured out of him onto the couch. I could feel my own load building fast, that familiar brother-fuck rush that always hit harder than any other guy.
I pulled out, flipped him onto his back on the floor, and shoved back in. His legs went over my shoulders and I folded him nearly in half, driving straight down into his prostate. Jake's eyes rolled back. His cock twitched untouched between us and he shot hard, thick ropes splattering his chest and face. The sight made me lose it. I buried myself to the root and pumped my load deep inside him, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding his guts.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. After a minute I pulled out slow, watching my cum leak from his stretched hole. Jake grinned up at me, wiped some of his own load off his chest, and sucked it off his fingers.
"Round two in the shower?" he asked.
I was already getting hard again. "Get up."
We fucked twice more that afternoon, once standing under the hot water with him braced against the tiles while I pounded him from behind, and again on his bed with me on my back and him riding me, his cock slapping my stomach until we both came. No romance, just sweat, spit, cum, and the raw knowledge that this was our secret. Two brothers who couldn't stop using each other exactly like this.
By evening we were sprawled naked on the couch again, his head on my thigh, my hand resting on his ass, already planning the next time we'd lock the door and go at it hard and dirty.
