Jake slammed the door behind him, the old house creaking like it always did when we were kids. He was twenty-eight now, bigger, broader, and the same cocky grin on his face. "Missed you, little brother," he said, dropping his bag. I was twenty-five, home from college for the weekend, and the second our eyes locked I felt my dick twitch in my jeans.
We didn't waste time with small talk. Jake grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me against the wall. "Been thinking about this for months," he growled. His mouth crashed into mine, rough and wet, tongues fighting. I tasted beer on his breath and shoved my hands under his shirt, feeling the hard muscle of his chest. My cock was already rock hard, pressing against his thigh.
"Fuck, Mark, you're my brother," he muttered into my neck, biting down. The word made my balls ache. "Yeah, your brother," I shot back, yanking his belt open. I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway and pulled his thick cock out. It was heavy, veined, already leaking. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard, tasting salt and skin.
Jake groaned and thrust forward, shoving half his length down my throat.
I gagged but kept going, bobbing fast, one hand stroking the base while I slurped on his balls. "That's it, suck your big brother's dick," he said, voice low and filthy. My own cock strained against my zipper. I freed it and stroked myself while I blew him, spit running down my chin.
Jake hauled me up and spun me around. He ripped my jeans down to my ankles and spat on his fingers. Two thick digits shoved into my ass without warning, stretching me open. "Tight little brother hole," he rasped. I pushed back on his fingers, moaning. He worked them in and out, scissoring me until I was dripping and ready.
He lined up and shoved his cock inside in one brutal thrust. I cried out, forehead against the wall, as he bottomed out. Jake started pounding right away, hips slapping my ass, balls swinging. "Take it," he grunted. "Take your brother's cock like you always wanted." The dirty words made me clench around him. I reached back and spread my cheeks wider so he could go deeper.
We fucked standing there until my legs shook. Jake pulled out, spun me again, and lifted me like I weighed nothing. My back hit the wall and he impaled me on his dick once more. My legs wrapped around his waist. Every thrust nailed my prostate and my cock rubbed between our stomachs, leaking pre-cum all over us.
"Harder," I begged. "Fuck your brother harder." Jake snarled and slammed up into me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest. He bit my nipple and I shouted. The slap of skin filled the empty house.
We moved to the couch. Jake bent me over the armrest and mounted me again, one hand fisted in my hair, the other slapping my ass red. "This hole belongs to me," he said, pounding relentlessly. "My brother's ass. Gonna fill it up." I jerked my own cock in time with his thrusts, edging close.
Jake flipped me onto my back and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He drove in deep, eyes locked on mine. "Look at me while I breed you," he ordered. His cock swelled and he came with a loud groan, pumping hot cum deep inside me. The feeling pushed me over. I shot ropes across my chest and stomach, some hitting my chin.
Jake stayed buried in me, slowly rocking through the aftershocks. Cum leaked out around his softening cock. He leaned down and licked my load off my chest, then kissed me, sharing the taste. We stayed tangled like that, breathing hard, the taboo heat still pulsing between us.
"Round two in the shower," he said, pulling out with a wet sound. "Then you're riding me on Dad's bed." I grinned, already hard again. The night was just starting.
