Jake walked into the kitchen and saw his younger brother Matt bent over the counter, ass cheeks spread wide in those thin gym shorts. His cock twitched instantly. They were both grown men now, but the old hunger never died. Matt turned, smirking like he knew exactly what Jake was staring at.
“You still can’t keep your eyes off my ass, can you?” Matt said, voice low and rough. He grabbed his own bulge and squeezed. “Been thinking about this all week since you moved back in.”
Jake didn’t bother with words. He crossed the room in two strides, spun Matt around, and yanked those shorts down. Matt’s thick cock sprang free, already leaking. Jake dropped to his knees and swallowed him whole, sucking hard and sloppy, spit running down Matt’s balls. Matt groaned and thrust his hips, fucking Jake’s throat like he owned it.
“Fuck, big brother, that mouth is still the best,” Matt grunted. He grabbed Jake’s hair and held him down until Jake gagged, then let him up only to push him back down again.
Jake pulled off with a wet pop, stood, and shoved his own shorts down. His cock was rock hard and angry red. “Turn around. Now.”
Matt obeyed, planting his hands on the counter and arching his back. Jake spit on his fingers and shoved two straight into Matt’s hole, working them deep and fast. Matt pushed back, moaning like a whore. “More. Give me your cock.”
Jake lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Matt’s tight ring stretched around him, gripping like a vice. Jake didn’t wait. He fucked hard and dirty, skin slapping, the kitchen filled with the wet sound of his cock pounding his brother’s ass. Matt reached down and stroked himself in time, cursing with every thrust.
“Harder, Jake. Fuck me like you used to when Mom was asleep.”
Jake grabbed Matt’s hips and pounded faster, sweat dripping, balls swinging. He reached around and twisted Matt’s nipples, then wrapped a hand around his throat and pulled him upright so they were pressed together. His cock stayed buried deep while he growled in Matt’s ear. “You’re mine. This hole is mine.”
They moved to the living room couch. Jake pushed Matt onto his back, legs spread wide, and fucked him missionary style so he could watch every expression. Matt’s face was flushed, mouth open, eyes half-lidded with lust. Jake spit on Matt’s cock and jerked it while he drilled his prostate. Matt came first, shooting thick ropes across his own chest and stomach. His hole clenched hard around Jake’s cock, milking it.
Jake pulled out, flipped Matt onto his stomach again, and straddled his thighs. He pushed back inside and fucked until his own orgasm hit, flooding his brother’s guts with hot cum. He stayed inside, grinding slow as the last pulses emptied him.
They lay there panting, sticky and satisfied. Matt reached back and rubbed Jake’s ass. “Round two in the shower?”
Jake grinned against his brother’s shoulder. “You’re not walking straight for days.”
