El Borracho, The Drunk

I lifted up my body and flipped my pillow. I sighed and smiled as the cool fabric cradled my head as I gazed up at my Nintendo DS. In the background, I could make out the neighborhood kids still playing in the afternoon summer heat and the occasional buzz of a june bug barreling through the small garden outside our window. It was a rare quiet evening in a largely latino Socal neighborhood. I was in the middle of evolving a pokemon when the lull was broken and life resumed as usual. My mom was yelling and cursing loudly somewhere in the house. I heard my sister scampering toward the havoc. I got up and passed through the kitchen filled with wafting scents and the trouble came to me. My mom and brother came swaying into the kitchen, my mother slapping him as she hauled him by the ear, a silly grin plastered on his face as he complained about the pain.

Well, shit, I thought to myself.

My mom let him ago and made a clattering as she pawed through her kitchen utensils. She brought out her wooden spoon and my sister had out her cellphone recording the drama as my poor brother winced and stumbled through the kitchen getting a beating. He was swaying closer and closer to our room, but my mom caught him again by the ear yelling about the shower. We all shuffled into the bathroom just outside our room and watched my mother turn the cold water on and push my brother into the tub. He was laughing again as he became soaked in his clothed and my mom gave him another hard whack that made his back arch. He silently braced himself against the tiled wall and remained quiet as my mom took his shirt off, my sister squealing about him getting naked.

“Mom, mom,” I intervened, “I got it.”

She yelled at me and my sister just as loudly about our chores, including which my little brother had suddenly become mine. She ordered me to get his clothes off to wash and promised to call our dad on my brother as she walked out---then he’d see what what’s. I closed the door and crossed my arms watching my skinny little brother rubbing his body for heat in the cold water. I went up to turn the dial and give him some warm water. I also noticed his shoes were slipping in a small pool of water collecting in the tub.

“At least get your damn shoes off, bro,” I said.

He sat down in the tub slowly and laid back, lifting his feet up for me. I sighed and pulled off his shoes, each one sloshing off his feet. I pulled off his socks too and put them in the sink. I left the bathroom to get a towel and some clothes from our room and noticed my forgotten DS3. He can wait, I told myself. I got back to my game and organized my team before saving and getting back to my drunk brother. I peered my head out of the room into the hall and saw my mom furiously cooking in the kitchen. I crossed the hall and entered the bathroom quickly, immediately starting to crack up at the sight of my brother sloshing around in the water in his jeans, his hands absently rubbing his chest with his hands. He blew some bubbles trying to talk underwater and giggled at me.

“Hey, brother,” he repeated out of the water.

“Hey, numbnuts, get your pants off so I can get back to my game,” I said still smiling.

“Yea, yeah,” he said, vocalizing some stripper sounds as he slid his soaking pants off to his thighs. His song cut off as he had to wiggle violently to get the wet fabric off all the way.

I rolled my eyes and helped pull the stubborn pants off his feet and I squeezed the water out of them and his boxers.

“Hey, look,” he said excitedly.

I watched him move his hips so his dick thick dick bobbed on the water and then sunk in again, his cock looking like a brown grub floating on the water with a pair of smooth balls. I laughed at the sick sight and at the pure joy my brother had in entertaining someone. He started moving demurely mimicking stripper music again and I backed away with the wet clothes and closed the shower curtain.

“Hey,” he shouted, then continued seriously and quietly, “Hey, wait.”

I popped my head back in taking in his slick wet body before I settled my eyes on his big brown eyes.

“Does it look good, like normal?” he asked worried, lifting his hips again.

I gave him a cursory glance.

“Yea, man, looks like mine--so you’re better than good,” I replied enthusiastically.

He smiled big and I left him to dump his clothes off at the washer. I was at the door when I heard him stumbling trying to get up and cursing. I sighed loudly throwing his clothes back into the sink. I pulled back the curtain quickly and told him to stand still. I pulled the plug out for the tub to drain the water and gave him a steady hand getting out. I tossed the towel at his head making him teeter totter almost back into the tub, but he stood himself right again and dried his head slowly. I gave my mom the laundry and she scolded me for not watching out for my brother. I was told to talk to him and make him find new friends that weren’t hoodlums. Okay, mom.

I rushed back to my bed and jumped into it, pulled my DS out and continued playing. My brother shuffled into the room hunched over in the pair of green soccer shorts I’d picked for him, but sans the shirt and his usual chipper demeanor.

“Que te pasa?”

“I don’t feel so good, bro,” he whined.

“Well, don’t drink so much. You probably had really crappy beer too,” I said.

“Fuck you,” he whined.

“MAMA, Jaime said a bad word,” my sister harped from the doorframe. She bolted into the room and hopped onto Jaime’s bed before teasing him about getting drunk, her spasmodic jumps making him visibly nauseous.

“Yarely, get out!” I didn’t raise my voice often, but I was in charge of my brother for at least an hour. She scooted away slowly, hearing her full name usually meant she’d crossed the line. I got up to close the door and took my shirt off on the way back to bed, the room always got hotter when the door closed. I was happy it was quieter, I could play my game.

“Dude… I think I’m going to hurl.”

“Oh my fucking god, Jaime don’t fucking drink like this again or I’ll kick your ass,” I said, frustrated to put my game down once again.

I hauled myself up and grabbed him by the back of the neck leading him roughly back to the bathroom. I pushed him to the toilet and ran the faucet then stared at him staring feebly into the toilet. I went behind him and shook his head, making him groan and finally hack up his stomach. He threw up three solid times and spat then rose to his feet like a phoenix.

“Shit, I feel alot better,” he said.

“Good,” I said, rubbing his back then slapping his ass hard. “Like I said, don’t fucking do this again, and brush your teeth.”

Jaime shoved me towards the door. “That hurt, dick head,” he said as he reached for his toothbrush.

Five minutes later I heard my mom yelling my brother out the kitchen. He rushed back into the room with a pop tart packet. He grabbed his phone and crawled over me to lay down in my bed. This was our spring break in a nut shell. Instead of water falls at a vacation destination or water slides on a cruise ship we had a sprinkler and a community pool.

“Watch the crumbs,” I said, as I heard the crinkle of the pop tart wrapper. I reached over and took one.

Jaime took a big bite and spoke while chewing, “Wanna kick around in the park?”

“No. Spring break dude.”

“Guys might be out there,” he said, taking out his phone to entertain himself.

“Yea, maybe,” I said, noncommittally. My brother and I loved soccer, I’d been playing since before middle school and now it was really rounding out my college applications.

I heard him sigh and bite into the pop tart again. Moments later lurid moaning was coming out of his phone. I turned my eyes from my game and saw a close up of slick pussy lips being tapped against and spread by a thick mushroom headed cock. I watched in awe as the guy’s tool pushed in smoothly and suddenly the cute brunette was in heaven getting nailed hard.

“DUDE, why are you watching this IN MY BED?”

“Whaat man?” he said offended.

I pressed the home button to send away the offending material.

“Nope,” I said. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him head to toe in my bed. His body was nearly identical to mine. He had a long solid torso with narrow hips, broad shoulders and long strong legs. His skin was darker than mine, a light brown that turned the color of burnt sugar when he’d get a lot of sun. His body was incredibly smooth to my thin dusting of dark hair that travelled my navel and splashed the center of my chest.

He groaned and whined while writhing in the bed, his body stretching and the silky skin picking up the light.

“Dude…” I said, shocked at my mind.

“I was so close man, sooo close,” he whined.

“What do you mean?”

“I was so close to fucking Maricela. We snuck off drunk after passing a blunt and started kissing. I had her titty in my mouth and I was fingering her. I didn’t know a girl could get so wet. She got me so hard I coulda cummed if she had just licked me,” he paused.

“But she did lick me,” he said anguished. “She sucked me for like 10 seconds and then stopped.”

I couldn’t help laughing at his misery as my eyes bounced between his expressive face and his hand clutching his crotch hard.

“I bet you begged,” I said.

“I begged her, she didn’t even wait for me to jack it,” he whined.

“Man, big mistake. Don’t beg--you’ve lost all the power.”

“Whadyou know?” he said, scooting up on my bed and reclining on his elbows.

“It’s a mind game, for real. She has you,” I said sagely.

“So you’ve done it all the way then?” he asked.

“Not--all the way, but-----”

“Maaan, shut up,” he said, flinging his arms up dramatically.

I tackled him and put a pillow over his head.

“Whatever, at least I got head till I came,” I said looking for my DS.

Jaime moaned, “Did she swallow,” he asked eagerly.

“Nah, girls don’t like that shit,” I said, making him sigh so sadly.

“I didn’t know you were such a horn dog, bro, you’re worse than Luis on our team,” I said.

My brother was really surprising me and my stomach was twisting in knots with how perverted we were being. I was very aware of my soft dick and was afraid I’d be tenting my shorts soon.

“Goddamnit, I’m just going to beat it,” he growled reaching into his shorts.

“Nooo,” I panicked, reaching for his wrist. Both our hands were under his waistband and my hand bumped into burning hot silky skin. I hauled his hand out as he gasped.

“What the fuck,” he said, wide eyed.

Suddenly the door opened behind me.

“Que hacen?” my mom asked suspiciously. Jaime turned his hips a little so his ass was up and his hard-on hidden.

“Nothing,” we both said at the same time.

“Playing my game,” I said, picking up my ds.

Jaime faced his cellphone.

“I’m going to call your dad if you ever do this again, Jaime. You’ll see. I hope your brother spoke to you,” she said seriously. “The food is ready, you can serve yourselves.”

She left without closing the door. I got up and closed it, returning to my bed smug and vindicated.

“That’s why we do in it the shower. Now get your drunk ass out of my bed,” I said settling back.

He flipped me the bird and got out of my bed.

“Fuck you, I’ma save this shit b’cause I’m beating my meat in here tonight. Going to cum so hard it’ll hit your stupid face across the room. This is going to be my room when you get into college and I’m getting a lock on the door,” he rambled.

“Good for you,” I mocked him.

Our room became quiet and grew hotter as the afternoon sun baked outside our window. Jaime fell asleep and I played for a long time before mom came around to remind me of the chores. I went out to go water the plants as the sun spat out its remaining heat and light on the way out, creating a beautiful orange sherbet sunset. I was out in my sandals under the canopies of my mom’s coveted garden. It was the best chore as far as I was concerned. The water spray hit the leaves and misted back on me. The birds loved our backyard too--not that I was a fan of their chirping in the morning, but it all added to the lush green aura of the place.

It was dusk when I went in again, passing my mom and telling her goodnight. ‘Buenas noches, mijo,’ she said affectionately. I headed back to our room and saw my brother at our computer.

“What’s mom doing,” he asked without turning back.

“I dunno, probably going to bed,” I replied closing the door.

“Okay,” he said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them.

“Actually, I’ll be back,” he said, leaving the computer.

He had the screen on full screen, we liked watching t.v. shows on the computer like this. I was curious about the video because of the high production and the amount of flesh the the girl and guy were sporting. The camera panned over the girl’s face and moved down her body as she ran her hands over her body. Very quickly I knew what this was, and I was about to tell Jaime something but he opened the door and stepped out of the room. I watched a little longer, my heart beating nervously faster as time elapsed. I knew I was going to shut it off, but I was also willing to watch a little before he got back. I watched the guy’s hard dick coming out and her lips began wetting the big head. That was enough. I shut it all down. Turned off the computer and got back into bed, hard as a rock. Jaime came rushing back in as I adjusted myself, he saw me pull my hand out of my shorts. His mischievous smile at me dropped when he turned to the computer and saw it was off.

“Awww man, what the fuck, Hector” he groaned. He tossed a dirty backpack to the floor and slammed a fist into my shoulder and turned to get back to the computer. I blanked out with rage at the balls he had to sock me after today. I sprang from the bed, the shifting of the bed enough warning for my brother to turn, but not fast enough to escape my grip. I slammed his side into the bed and pinned him with my weight before slapping him in the face.

His face turned red around the white hand print I left. With angry strength he began to lift me and I backed up onto the ground. He stood on his feet and stared me dead in the eyes, cold fury in his blood making him breathe hard.

“Fuck. You,” he fumed, “ this is my room too.” He turned rigidly, his body still stiff.

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? Why you so fucking angry?”

Just then my mom opened the door and peeked in both of us flinching.

“Que hacen?”

“Nothing, mom,” I replied, returning to my bed, Jaime leaning down to turn on the computer.

“Duermense pronto ya,” my mom insisted.

I feigned exhaustion and told her we were going to sleep now. She bid us goodnight sweetly, looking fondly at my younger brother. Moments after leaving he had the video back on fullscreen. He got up to turn off the lights and I got up to turn off the computer. He tackled me in the bed again and slammed a pillow over my head, punching me through the pillow. I twisted under him and leveraged him onto the bed. I jumped from the bed and stood staring at him as he huffed on the bed, the lurid video playing in the periphery.

I hoped to God that mom wouldn’t come in right now.

“Dude, what’s up?” I asked, genuinely concerned, I was seeing my brother as he was. We were both grown teenagers now.

“Nothing. My room too,” I said calmly, his breath even now.

“Okay, what about a game of chansa to settle this?”

My brother fell back into the bed and groaned at the mention of our old way of settling decisions. We’d use cards, coins, rock, paper scissors, or anything available to settle a matter. A game of chansa has always been concrete and bringing it up usually swayed someone into backing off lest they risk the chance of losing.

“I’ll get a coin,” I said, moving to my drawer.

“Hold on,” he said quietly, looking at the screen and considering his options.

“Okay, what’s your condition,” he said getting out of bed.

“Jacking off is done in the bathroom, like it always has,” I said.

“Fine. Mine is that I get to do it in here, with movies and when I want,” he said passionately. “Heads,” he finished curtly.

“I agree, I said,” I flipped the coin and caught it mid air then revealed my palm between us.

My brother very quickly went around me to snap the lights off and go back to bed. My bed. I could hear a roaring in my ears, my heart was beating so fast. This wasn’t something we did.

“Rewinding it, I’m not even hard anymore,” he sighed. He sat back on my bed and crawled up to the headboard. The gears in my head were still shifting, but I knew I didn’t want him dirtying my bed. My bed had a thin sheet over the mattress and he’d be staining it. I grabbed a rag and threw it at him.

“Use that,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said excitedly and pulled his shorts down unceremoniously.

He wasn’t hard at all yet and his junk looked just like mine. He had a pair of round balls in a nearly hairless loose sack and a smooth brown dick fully hooded by his foreskin. His skin wrinkled around the edge past his tip, but mine was a smooth hood just past the tip of my dick. His bush was untrimmed, but stayed neat like mine. His thighs had a light dusting of hair fanning from his bush too, making his crotch the hairiest part of of his body.

“This is so weird,” I said, laying down next to him and grabbing my nintendo.

“Oh yea,” he exclaimed, leaning over me to grab his backpack. He pulled out a mini bottle of alcohol.

“Here, to breaking in our room,” he said.

This was just weird enough to warrant a drink. I grabbed the vodka and we cheered before taking the shot. I couldn’t help scrunching my face at the powerful taste and neither could my brother, but I noticed his hand hadn’t left his cock and he’d grown harder. The alcohol warmed my belly as I watching the porn with my nintendo in hand, nearly forgotten. I was watching intently as the girl started sucking down his dick. Jaime sighed contentedly next to me and lifted his hands to put behind his head as he reclined. The naturalness of his pose made me feel more comfortable and as a result my awareness of my own arousal came full surface. My heart was racing and I could feel a drop of precum oozing hotly from my dick. I closed my DS and put it on the bedside table.

“You’re the same size as me,” I said as nonchalantly as possible. This was my own way of apologizing and getting ready to drop my own shorts.

“Yea? Lemme see,” he replied without turning from the screen.

“You’re a lot calmer now,” I noted, as I sat up to slide my shorts down and off my legs. A spike of panic hit me as I threw my shorts off the bed.

“Jesus, what if mom comes in,” I said.

“We gotta get a lock on the door,” he said while taking a long look at my painfully erect cock. “Fuck, you’re hard, Hector.” It had been nearly a week since I’d last pulled it in the shower.

“I just don’t got as much skin as you, so it looks harder,” I explained, while looking at the tight wrapping of skin still on his cock. I could see the hard muscle of cock through his smooth brown skin, veins just barely pushing though. He pulled back his skin after I mentioned it and his shaft softened, the veins fadings.

“Nah, you’re horny. It’s all red ‘n leakin‘n shit,” he said glancing between me and the screen.

The alcohol was just at the edge of leading to a buzz. I laughed easily at my brother’s remark.

“Shut up,” I said still chuckling, “Don’t be a fag.”

“Fuck yoou,” he said, leaning his upper body away from me in feigned disgusted and then settling back where he was.

We were both focused on the movie and our breathing. Despite how relaxed we may have looked watching the movie and only occasionally touching ourselves, I was a raging storm of horniness. My cock was aching for my attention and a puddle of cooling precum was growing above my belly button, soon to grow and ooze into my it. I wanted so bad to be the guy in the porn, my cock and mouth salivated with the desire. I watched with open curiosity as a third guy joined the scene. A white dude. The brown latino guy grabbed his dick and put it in the girl’s mouth. My mouth dropped.

“Whoa,” I said.

“Yea, here it gets good,” Jaime said diabolically. He leaned over me quickly to rifle in the backpack again making me flinch and gasp at his nearness to me while I was so overwhelmed with lust.

“Dude, calm down,” he said before rising up with two more mini bottles. “Last two, let’s make ‘em count.”

“Okay,” I said, still thinking of the cool soft skin I’d touched when I reflexively put my hand on his back.

We opened the bottles, clinked them and swallowed them down. It burned. WIthin moments I was feeling buzzed. My whole body was warm and my roaring lust was banging on the doors of my frontal lobe.

“Fuuuck, this feels good,” I said, stretching and running my hands over my body as I watching two guys tag team a girl. “Drunk chicken choking.”

Jaime guffawed, “Drunk strokin, bro.”

I leaned over and put a hand on his mouth, shushing him. We knew we’d die in the apocalyptic fallout if our mom barged in. That understanding passed between us as we made eye-contact. Then something else passed between us. I turned back to the movie and began fully stroking myself for the first time. I threw my head against the pillow as I moaned quietly.

Jaime started stroking too. I watched the girl getting double penetrated and watched my brother jerking himself off. Our cocks were nearly identical. Both of us sporting large brown dicks. I was going full stroke to the finish. I had to bend my legs, knocking my knee into Jaime. Jaime did the same the thing and our legs overlapped. I was stroking hard, the static charges of our skin touching made it harder to breath. I intentionally rubbed my hairier leg against his smooth thigh. It was hard to choose what to watch between the screen and my brother’s mad stroking. I watched the screen as they stopped fucking, anticipating a hot scene to blow my wad to.

One of the dudes laid down like a girl would, he lifted a leg and suddenly the other dude pulled up and pushed his huge dick into him as the girl sat on his face. My jaw dropped and my hand stopped on my dick.

“What the fuck, Jaime?”

“I didn’t know. It said two guys fuck a girl,” he said honestly.

“Take that shit down,” I said, looking at my dick. I was scared to see that I hadn’t gone soft and battled to eradicate unknown and unwelcome ideas in my mind.

“You sure?” He asked breathily, his hand still quickly stroking the tip of his big dick.

“Yea,” I said angrily.

He sighed and let the air out of his body, his leg falling heavy and sliding down along my leg as he dropped his hands dramatically to the bed.

He got up from the bed and walked to the computer with his hard cock bouncing between his legs. It was so strange and erotic, like nothing I’d ever seen in the soccer locker rooms.

“What do you want then?”

“I’m about to nut, so something with a short build up,” I said.

“Yea, that’s not what I was asking,” he said.

I caught myself staring at my brother’s round smooth ass as he leaned over in front of the computer. He moved backwards and crab crawled up the bed. He ended up laying down closer to me. A smooth busty latina chick was moving into position in front a camera and playing with herself. It zoomed in close and I couldn’t help licking my lips as I got back to my dick. I bent my legs again and Jaime matched me when he saw me do it. Our legs fought for the top and he lost. His leg was below mine and mine was high on his thigh near enough that his hand would bump my leg while he stroked.

“It’s 8 minutes,” Jaime said, his hand stroking his dick.

I took it easy, but still built myself up to the edge in minutes. I was watching the girl for cues of when she wouldd cum, but she was still happily fucking herself with a dildo. I thought of the previous video and saw the dick going into that guy’s tight ass. A dick would look better going into her pussy, I thought to myself. I turned to watch my brother as my mind buzzed with weird and horny thoughts.

“Why do you jack off like that,” I asked Jaime, my hard breathing broke the words up.

“Like what?”

“Like this,” I said, switching from stroking my full cock to just skinning my foreskin over the tip and uppermost shaft. As I did it, my legs flapped as the sensations intensified around my tip.

“Always done it like that,” he replied.

“That’s why your showers are so short. I stroke it goo--d,” I said demonstrating a nice full stroke of my cock, “Then I tease myself up top,” I said, hardly able to finish the sentence as I ran my thumb and index finger around the rim of my cock-head.

I turned and saw Jaime watching me. He copied my movements. Both our legs were rubbing together as we shuddered and writhed watching each other. I’d never been so turned on, having him watch and copy my movements made me feel so great.

“How do you cum then,” my brother asked, not sounding like himself. His voice was deeper, but he asked in such a vulnerable tone.

“I just stroke it out,” I said, breathily. My head fell back as I was pushing closer to the end, our conversation making it all the more hotter.

“I’ll show you how I cum,” Jaime said, “Tell me when you’re close.”

I didn’t say anything.

My mind warred with itself.

What did he mean?

I was so close.

“Fuck, look at her,” he said, his lust filled hound-dog face was comical as his hand stroked his dick.

The girl was saying she was close. Her moans were really making my balls ache. I was so close. I was so close.

Should I say something? My heart skipped a beat as I swallowed my fear down.

“I’m about to cum,” I said quietly. Jaime turned to me quickly and took hold of my cock.

I sputtered some nonsense and groaned. I had a far away inkling of what he’d do, but I was woefully unprepared for his hot touch. He was intensely warm on my dick. My heat radiated on his hand and it radiated back. I grabbed the sheets as my body tensed to the overwhelming sensation of him quickly stroking the top part of my cock. Every stroke moving my wet foreskin over the sensitive tip and then it would crest the ridge of my helmet for a brief release. Then it was back up. The sheets twisted in my balled fists as the rest of my body was tensing. I began to hold my breath and breath in explosive bursts. I tried to push my dick into his hand, but he moved with me and kept the same technique on me until I whined and saw stars with my final held breath.

My body was taut from the intense build up of pleasure when my dick finally pulsed and cum achingly pushed through my shaft. It burst out my head with heat and sweet release. All that followed was giggling ecstasy as my body trembled through 5 or 6 more hard pulses of white cum stringing into the air and landing on my chest.

I was still so pleasantly buzzed and satisfied to the max when I turned to look at Jaime, I was smiling like a loon. He looked pleased with himself as he looked at me and jerked himself off, reverting back to his trusted short stroking technique. He turned to the video to watch the girl finally cumming. She was a squirter. The video shortly ended and he just looked at my cum covered body still stroking.

“You gunna help me or no?” he asked, breathily, “I’m about to cum.”

I was feeling generous as fuck. I even spit in my hand before passing my fist over his pink head. He grabbed my hand hard and hissed, but I didn’t let go. The heat, the warm natural lube and the soft skin were unforgettable. I never would have thought that I would ever want to do this.

I didn’t waste a second. I picked up at the base of his shaft and stroked him. Each time I neared the tip I’d let my thumb rub his head and give him a little twist then fist back down. I usually went faster on my own dick to pop off, but I wasn’t in the right position for that.

Jaime got real quiet. His legs were straight out and stiff, rocking in and out slightly. His abs were taught and his breathing was fast. His hand was still holding my forearm pretty tight. His breathing started to sound like he was panicking, he grimaced and groaned low. I could feel it rumble his chest and I thought that was hot. I watched his face and stroked him a lot faster to get him over the edge, my own body burning as I kept an awkward position to finish him. His face relaxed suddenly, his legs and body spread out quickly and I felt him in my hand beginning to pump. I watched the show as his now innocent looking face was hit with a white glob of cum contrasting against his light brown skin. He made no reaction to it, he was on another level. He was breathing loudly, but didn’t make any other noise as his cock went trigger happy shooting and spewed cum on his face, again, and then his neck, which dripped down to his sternum, and the rest shot on his chest. He was fully drizzled at the end of it. He raised his head once with his eyes closed, but he was still otherwise out of it. I watched him a moment longer as his breathing evened out and wondered if he had fallen asleep.

I got up to clean myself off and pulled on my shorts before putting the computer to sleep. I kept turning to look at my brother along my way and as I clicked around to hibernate the computer. I realized he indeed was out. I looked longer as I couldn’t take my eyes off his cum. It looked like icing drizzled on a cinnamon pastry. My mouth actually salivated at the thought, but I shivered from the gross factor of thinking about eating cum. Especially my dumbass brother’s.

The monitor clicked off and the room was put to darkness. The oily and wet spots on my brother’s smooth body picked up the light coming through the blinds. I felt really fond and protective him as I laid down next to him. I covered his crotch up with my sheets and set an alarm for early morning. We had only a few inches between us and the smell of his cum was strong. I didn’t know what to think, but it wasn’t gross. I took a deep breath before I faded to sleep.