A Private Brotherhood Worth Fighting For

Paul

After cuddling and falling asleep naked in each other's arms, the daylight shining through the window told me it was the next day. Saturday, almost a week being stuck in this remote cabin. Phil and I were prisoners, imprisoned by our own father.

Our sick and horny father.

Phil started waking up and snuggled against me, softly moaning from the comfort. He gave me a peck on the neck and held me tighter. "How did you sleep?"

"Better now that I'm with you." And it was true. I was no longer alone. Gone were the pitch-dark and lonely nights where the faintest sound had startled me. Instead, there'd been warmth, comfort, and security. I'd needed Phil, and I finally had him back. I'd only lost him for a few days, but those few days without him had been torturous.

"I don't want to be here, Paul, but…I'm glad I'm with you, at least." More snuggles.

My heart fluttered. My own brother was the love of my life. I'd do anything to be his, to serve him for life. I'd felt like a submissive for as long as I could remember, but it was mostly around Phil. With Dad, it kind of was there but only in a sexual way. With Phil, it was in every way possible. If brothers could get married, I'd accept if he'd propose to me. Of course, that would never happen even if we could get married. Paul wasn't gay like I was, probably not even bi. Then again, he enjoyed sex with me. Maybe he was hiding something. I didn't question him, though. I let him be.

But that big cock. I needed it now. I'd had enough tears to shed and bouts of depression to put up with. I needed a release. I shifted away from Phil's arms and lowered myself to his cock. I stuffed it in my mouth and sucked hungrily to get him harder than he'd already been getting.

"God, I missed this mouth." Phil rubbed the back of my head and moaned.

And I missed this cock, this delicious cock that drove me wild with lust. I swirled my tongue around the leaking head and tasted every drop of his precum. I reached for his big balls and sucked each of them, licked them, and sucked some more.

"You can easily make me come, Paul."

I grinned. "You probably have to save some of it for Dad, though."

Phil sighed and stopped me from sucking him. "I wish you didn't have to remind me."

I frowned. Damn, I should've thought more clearly before saying such a thing. "I'm sorry. That was inconsiderate of me."

Phil pulled me toward him to hold me, and he kissed my lips. "I'm not mad. But I've been doing a lot of thinking about what Dad wants to do with us."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Since There's no way out of me getting fucked, I want you to be my first."

Shock filled my mind. Phil wanted me to top him? I couldn't believe it. I'd never topped in my life. What if I did it wrong? "Wow."

"I know. Believe me, under different circumstances, this would never happen. You know I don't get fucked, much less have my ass played with."

Obviously. He was a total top, after all. But that was about to change, and it suddenly made me hard thinking about it. It was weird because I never thought about topping anyone. Maybe it was more the fact that I'd be serving him, that I'd fill him with pleasure like a submissive would and should always do to a Dominant.

Phil flipped around on his flat belly and showed me his smooth and round jock ass, making me a little nervous. "Fuck me, Paul."

This was it. It was happening. I was on the verge of doing something I'd never thought I'd do. I needed to warm up to it first. I didn't want to just stick it in right then and there. So, I'd do another thing I'd never thought I’d do.

I hovered over him so that the back of his legs were underneath me. I moved my face closer to his ass, spread his cheeks to reveal his untouched pucker, and dove right in. My face was buried in his ass while my tongue did all the work.

Phil let out a series of light gasps. "Oh, Paul, fuck. I didn't know you liked doing this. This…feels amazing."

I didn't answer. I didn't want to break this new sexual connection, an added layer to our intimate brotherhood. I wanted to pleasure my big brother. I'd been born to serve, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I wanted to be free out of this cabin only because I wanted out of Dad's control. But if Phil had trapped me here instead, I would've been honored. I'd always serve him.

I licked around the anus, some hairs in the way, and sucked it while giving his cheeks a soft squeeze. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but according to the sexual sounds that came out of Phil's mouth, I'd say he was filled with excitement. Maybe he was as relaxed as I was whenever he ate my ass.

"Oh, Paul…"

I cast my eyes on his back, the back of his head. His existence alone made me melt with pride for being related to him. "Let me worship you, Phil."

"Yeah?"

"Please? Let me serve you for life. I know I keep bringing it up only for you to ignore it, but I need to do it. It's like a strong desire for me to want to submit to you."

After a moment of silence but still clearly enjoying my devoted tongue, he said, "You really want this life, don't you?"

"Please, Phil? Be my Master."

"You mean Dominant, right? Masters are for slaves, at least from what I read."

"Enslave me, then." I loved this ass already. Phil had a great taste even though I'd never done this before.

"You want to be my slave?"

"I want to be whatever you want me to be. I'm here for you for life."

"Let me think about it, okay?"

I didn't say another word. I continued eating Phil's ass. My tongue wiggled around his hole until my cock was left in a stringy mess of precum. I finally stopped, braced myself while staring at that gorgeous ass, and spat into my hand to lube my cock. I figured I'd spit enough to make the experience more tolerable for him. I remembered my first time and how much it hurt, but he was also bigger than me.

I repositioned myself to get my cock to press against Phil's tight pucker, and as I pushed myself inside, his hisses made me stop. "Are you okay, Master?"

"…Yeah, just fuck me. I can take it. But…Master? Really?"

"I'm not dropping this until you accept. I look at you as a Master and Dom more than I do as my big brother." I continued and slid my way inside Phil, ignoring his grunts of pain just like he'd wanted me to. Whatever he said, went. I was finally inside, but I didn't want him in pain. Sadly, as I started thrusting deep into him a few times, my cock started to soften. I tried hard to ignore the deflating state, but it was impossible. It threatened to slip out, and I frowned. "I don't know what's wrong. I can't stay hard." Damn. This sucked.

"Maybe you're just meant to be a bottom?"

"Maybe. I never think about doing this."

Well, it hurt, anyway, and I didn't care for it. Though, Dad will end up having it soon, unfortunately. Still, I don't want to make you do something you're not comfortable doing."

"But if you're ever my Master, that won't matter. I have to obey you, and I'll happily do as I'm told."

"Like I said, I need to think about it."

I was starting to get a little frustrated. What was wrong with serving Phil when I was more than willing to do it? He had the chance to boss me around while achieving every pleasure he could ever want. But if I was willing to obey him as a slave, then I had to wait until he made his decision. He'd ordered me to wait, and wait I'd do.

After my flaccid cock slipped out of his ass, he flipped back around and smiled. "Suck me so I can come in your mouth."

Phil's commands, even if unintentional, got me hard again. I wasted no time putting his cock back into my mouth and sucking him just like every other time. The idea of pleasuring him, being the one to make him feel good, made me feel good too. I loved his cock. It'd be my Master too, speaking in ways that cocks couldn't do, calling to be released.

"Oh, Paul…yeah…" Phil rubbed the back of my head, but this time, he took the reins by thrusting into my mouth while I stopped moving. I let him use me for his own pleasure, just like I was meant to do. I jacked myself off, and it didn't take long for me to be ready soon.

But just before I could even come, the sound of the padlock opening startled us, and we immediately separated. The door opened, and Dad was here for the day, ready to use us like Phil had just used me. I couldn't wait until this was over with. I couldn't wait to get out of here and start my new life with Paul.

Hopefully, as his sub or slave, whichever he wanted.

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