My Brother

To be honest, I had never really liked my older brother all that much. He was much more of a loner than me. Not as smart. More athletic, although I didn’t really care. Not as handsome, really.

But there he was, I was certain letting me catch him jerking off. Was his dick bigger because he was older? Did I really care? But there he was, proud of himself. Even cocky enough to ask me if I wanted to touch it.

I passed. But of course he presented another opportunity later.

So did I touch it so he would stop bugging me?

Hm. More interesting than I had imagined, somehow. And bigger than I really wanted to admit.

So the bugging didn’t stop. And the next time he got me to pump it. Just a couple of times. Even asked me if I wanted to suck it.

Damn. I couldn’t tell if he was talking me into it, or if I was talking myself into it, or whether I somehow really thought at some point it would be enough for him, and he would stop.

As our secret grew. Even as he almost hinted about it in public.

He finally got me to pump it until he came. Damn. That was a lot of cum. More than I was shooting.

I showed him that I threw it away. But I quietly tasted a bit of it.

Fuck. And I even had a dream. Or two.

I could have sworn he was doing his best to make opportunities to show off his dick now. Or was I somehow making those opportunities happen? I pumped it more and more. He keep bugging me to suck it. At least lick it.

Of course I thought about it. Even quietly jerked off, thinking about it.

And then my thoughts collided with one more damned request. And my mouth went down on his cockhead.

Fuck. I would like to say I was forced. But I knew I wasn’t. I even tried to tell myself I was finally going to be done. Maybe just one more lick.

But then I went down further. Would have loved thinking he was forcing me. But I knew he wasn’t. Wanted to tell myself it was no big deal.

But I loved the feel of that cockhead in my mouth. Wondered how far I could get it down my throat. Kept wondering if he really was that much bigger than me.

Pulled back. Went back down again. I almost hated how pleased he was.

And then he came.

So much cum. I was down so far that it was clear some just naturally went down my throat.

I pulled back. But all that did was fill my mouth with cum.

And he was still shooting.

I went down. Fuck. Now his whole cock seemed covered with cum. I caught myself going down even deeper. Almost to keep the cum from flowing into his pubes.

My mouth was so full I had to swallow.

That pleased him, way too much. As he put his big hand in my hair. Gently, somehow. As the cum kept going down my throat.

And the more I swallowed, the more I seemed to want to swallow. Almost as if it had become a challenge. My mouth versus his cock. And I was determined to drain it.

I went down even further. All the way to his pubes. I was sure he thought he was done shooting. But I was determined to get more cum out.

I succeeded, even as it seemed to shock him. It was like his whole body came.

And I swallowed it. Every last drop.

I was too proud of myself. I somehow didn’t even feel guilty. And I knew he was way more pleased than he had thought he might be.

Somehow he had to know I didn’t really like him that much.

But I would be lying to say I hadn’t enjoyed draining his cock. Into my mouth. And even swallowing it.

And our secret grew.

He knew that, more than I did, at least at the time. Even though I tried to hide how much I had enjoyed it.

He missed a day. Then made sure I caught him. Again.

And I went down on him way easier than the last time. I didn’t want to admit it, but I had really missed it already. Unfortunately, I think he figured that out.

I caught him jerking off less and less. He made sure we headed off to bed at the same time more and more, until he started letting me lead the way on that one as well.

He knew I was addicted, even if I didn’t want to admit it. I drained him every night. Every single night. At least one load. I even started draining him in the morning. I couldn’t help it. I was too horny. And I suppose he was too available.

He figured out before me that it was high time for him to fuck me. And he had even started kissing me on my cheek, every time I swallowed his load.

I still wasn’t sure I liked him much. But I really was loving his cock, and his cum.

And of course I started paying way more attention to other guys’ cocks. At the gym. At the pool. Even in restrooms.

And the first fuck sealed the deal even more than anything had so far.

Damn. I was basically his girl. And every day our secret was getting bigger and bigger.

He even started hinting about what we were doing to some of his friends, even if I didn’t pick up on it until some time later.

He even almost made me beg for it at times, as I increasingly undressed him, and sometimes even fell to sleep with his cock in either my mouth or my ass…