It started the second Jake walked through the door after his late shift. I was already half-hard from thinking about him all day, and when he dropped his bag and peeled off his shirt, sweat gleaming on his chest, I knew I wasn't waiting anymore. "Lock the door," I told him, voice low. He looked at me, eyes dark, and did it without a word.
We didn't bother with the bedroom. I shoved him against the kitchen counter and yanked his jeans down. His cock sprang out thick and already leaking. "Been thinking about this all week," I muttered, wrapping my hand around it and stroking hard. Jake groaned and grabbed my hair, pulling me down. I dropped to my knees and took him straight into my mouth, no teasing, just wet heat and suction. His balls slapped my chin as I bobbed fast, tongue dragging along the underside every time I pulled back.
"Fuck, bro, suck it," he hissed. I did, throat working, spit dripping down his shaft onto the floor. He tasted salty and familiar. When my own dick was throbbing in my pants I stood up, spun him around, and kicked his legs apart. I spit on my fingers and shoved two straight into his ass. He pushed back on them, grunting. "Deeper. Fuck me already."
I didn't need more invitation. I freed my cock, slicked it with more spit, and lined up. One hard thrust and I was buried balls-deep in my brother's tight hole. Jake slammed his hands on the counter and took it, pushing back to meet every stroke. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. I gripped his hips and pounded him, watching my dick disappear into him over and over. "Take it," I growled. "Take your brother's cock."
He reached down and jerked himself in time with my thrusts. "Harder. Fuck me harder." I gave him what he wanted, slamming in until the counter creaked. Sweat ran down my back.
Every time I pulled out to the head and drove back in, Jake moaned louder. His ass clenched around me, hot and greedy.
I pulled out, spun him again, and lifted him onto the counter. Legs spread wide, he guided me back inside. Now I could watch his face while I fucked him—eyes half-closed, mouth open, cock bouncing against his stomach with every thrust. I wrapped my hand around his dick and stroked him rough, thumb smearing the precum. "Gonna come in you," I told him. "Gonna fill my brother up."
Jake nodded fast, breathing ragged. "Do it. Breed me." I slammed in deep and let go, cock pulsing as I shot load after load into him. The feeling pushed him over; he came hard, ropes of cum striping his chest and mine. I kept thrusting through it, milking every drop until we were both shaking.
We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, cum leaking out around my softening cock. Jake pulled me in for a messy kiss, tongues sliding. "Round two in the shower," he said against my mouth. "Then I'm fucking you."
I grinned and pulled out slow, watching my load drip from him. "Deal." We headed down the hall already hard again, ready for the rest of the night.
