I slammed the door behind me, heart pounding from the argument with our folks, but the real heat was already building in my gut the second I saw Jake sprawled on the couch in nothing but boxers. He was twenty-four, built like a fucking linebacker, and he knew exactly what that thick bulge did to me. We had crossed the line six months ago after too many beers, and now the taboo shit between us was an addiction neither of us could shake.
“Lock it,” he growled, voice low and dirty. I clicked the deadbolt and stripped my shirt off before I even reached him. Jake’s eyes raked over my chest, then lower. “Been thinking about that tight ass all day, little bro.”
I dropped to my knees between his spread thighs. “Then stop thinking and feed it to me.” My hands yanked his boxers down. His cock sprang free, heavy, veined, already leaking. I wrapped my fingers around the base and licked the head slow, tasting salt and that familiar forbidden flavor that always made my own dick throb.
Jake’s hand fisted my hair. “Suck it like you mean it. Like you’re not my brother.” The words hit hard and I moaned around him, taking him deep until my nose pressed into his pubes. He fucked my throat in short, rough thrusts, spit dripping down my chin. “That’s it. Gag on big brother’s cock. You’re such a filthy fucking slut for family dick.”
I pulled off gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening shaft. “Fuck my face harder. Tell me how wrong it is.” Jake grinned dark and shoved back in, hips snapping. Every wet choke and slurp filled the room. My own cock strained against my jeans, leaking into my underwear.
When he hauled me up and bent me over the arm of the couch, I didn’t resist. Pants shoved down, ass exposed, he spat on my hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “You want this raw, don’t you? Want your own brother stretching that hole open and breeding you like the taboo whore you are.”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Do it. Fuck me like no one else can.”
He pushed in slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch split me. The burn was perfect, that deep stretch that only he could give. Once he bottomed out he didn’t hold back. Hard, punishing strokes that made the couch creak and my moans turn into broken curses. “Take it,” he snarled, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts. “Your hole was made for me. Tight, hot, and so fucking wrong.”
Sweat slicked our skin. The slap of his balls against me mixed with the wet sounds of him pounding my ass. I pushed back to meet every drive, chasing that filthy high. “Harder, Jake. Make me feel it tomorrow. Remind me whose cum I’m carrying.”
He flipped me onto my back on the couch, legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. His face hovered inches from mine, eyes locked, both of us breathing ragged. “Look at you. Taking your brother’s cock like you were born for it. Gonna fill this ass up. Gonna watch it leak out of you later while you sit at dinner pretending we’re normal.”
The dirty talk pushed me over. My cock jerked untouched, shooting ropes across my stomach and chest. Jake groaned at the sight, pace faltering. “Fuck, yes. Milk it out of me.” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside, flooding me with thick, hot spurts. I felt every throb, the warmth spreading, the taboo weight of it.
He stayed inside me while we caught our breath, foreheads pressed together. Slowly he pulled out, and I felt the first trickle of his load escape. Jake dragged two fingers through it and pushed them back into my hole. “Keep that in there. I want you walking around with my cum inside you tonight.”
Later, after we cleaned up just enough to look presentable, we sat at the family table like nothing happened. But under the table his foot pressed against my ankle, and I knew the second everyone went to bed we’d be at it again. Raw. Dirty. Taboo as hell. And neither of us would ever stop.
