I slammed the door behind me and there he was, my older brother Jake, sprawled on the couch in nothing but boxers, beer in hand, the TV flickering across his hard chest. We’d been dancing around this shit for years, ever since we both turned eighteen and realized the tension between us wasn’t just brotherly. Now, alone in the house for the weekend, it was finally boiling over.
“Fuck, you look good,” he growled, eyes dragging down my body. I didn’t waste time. I stripped my shirt off and crossed the room, dropping to my knees between his spread legs. His cock was already tenting the thin fabric, thick and heavy. I yanked the boxers down and his dick sprang free, veined, leaking at the tip, the same fat cock that had haunted my jerk-off sessions since we were teens.
I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard. Jake groaned, hand fisting my hair. “That’s it, little brother. Suck my dick like you’ve always wanted.” I took him deeper, tongue swirling, tasting salt and skin. He thrust up, fucking my throat, making me gag and drool. Spit ran down his balls and I licked it up, then swallowed him again until my nose pressed into his pubes.
He pulled me off with a wet pop and stood, yanking me to my feet. We crashed together, mouths smashing, tongues fighting. His hands grabbed my ass, fingers digging in, spreading me. “Gonna fuck this hole raw tonight,” he muttered against my lips. “Been wanting to breed my own brother for years.”
We stumbled to the bedroom, clothes flying. I landed on my back on the mattress and Jake shoved my legs apart, spitting on my hole before working two thick fingers inside. I hissed at the burn, then moaned when he curled them against my prostate. “Fuck, Jake, more.” He added a third finger, pumping rough, stretching me open while his other hand stroked my leaking cock.
When he pulled his fingers out I felt empty, desperate. He lined up that fat cockhead and pushed in one long thrust. The stretch was brutal, perfect. My brother’s dick was splitting me open, sliding deep until his balls slapped my ass. We both groaned loud. “Goddamn, your ass is tight,” he panted, starting to fuck. Hard, steady strokes, skin slapping, the wet sound of his cock pounding my hole filling the room.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. “Harder, fuck me like you mean it.” He slammed in, hips snapping, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine. Every thrust nailed my prostate and my cock jerked, untouched, smearing pre-cum across my stomach. He leaned down, biting my neck, sucking marks that would show tomorrow.
We switched positions fast. He flipped me onto all fours and mounted me again, gripping my hips as he railed me from behind. His balls swung heavy, smacking my taint with every thrust. I reached back to spread my cheeks wider for him. “Look at that greedy hole swallowing my cock,” he grunted. “My little brother’s a fucking slut for dick.”
I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning like a whore. He reached around and jerked my cock in time with his pounding. The double sensation had me shaking, close already. “Gonna come,” I warned. “Do it,” he ordered. “Come on your brother’s cock.” I shot hard, ropes painting the sheets while my ass clenched around him.
Jake didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, chasing his own orgasm, then buried himself to the root and unloaded. Hot pulses of cum flooded my guts, his cock throbbing as he bred me deep. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow, watching his load leak from my wrecked hole.
We collapsed side by side, breathing hard. Jake’s hand found mine, fingers lacing. “Round two in ten minutes,” he said, voice rough. “This time I want you riding me while you tell me how long you’ve wanted your brother’s cum.”
I grinned, already feeling my cock twitch again.
The night was young, and we had years of filthy fantasies to catch up on.
