All events are fictional.
Carter woke to the soft gray light of dawn slipping through the curtains. He was naked, warm, and tangled up with another naked body.
Zach.
The handsome blond teen was still fast asleep, face relaxed. His dirty-blonde hair was messy, lips slightly parted, one arm draped possessively across Carter’s waist. For a long moment, Carter just looked at him…at the sharp, clean lines of his jaw, the surprisingly long lashes, the peaceful expression.
A faint smile tugged at Carter’s mouth. He remembered the slow, sensual way Zach had touched him. The gentle hands tracing his muscles, the calm voice telling him to breathe, the way they’d fallen asleep wrapped around each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. It had felt… safe. Which was weird as hell, considering everything else that had happened last night.
Carter pressed a light kiss to Zach’s forehead, then carefully extracted himself from the blond’s arms. Zach made a small, sleepy sound of protest but didn’t wake. Carter slipped out of bed, grabbed his boxer briefs from the floor, and pulled them on. He needed to get back to the guest room before anyone else woke up. The last thing he needed was Preston asking questions.
The hallway was quiet, the house still sleeping. Carter padded barefoot down to the guest room and eased the door open.
Brett was naked and sprawled across the king bed, exactly how Carter had left him. Even passed out and hungover, his big brother looked ridiculous hot. At 6’3”, Brett took up most of the mattress, one thick arm thrown above his head, the other resting on his abs. The early morning light painted soft gold across his tan skin, highlighting the deep ridges of muscle, the perfectly hairy crevice between his plump pecs.
Carter’s mouth went dry. Goddamn. His big bro really was the sexiest man alive.
Girls often complimented Carter for his jet-black hair and bright green eyes. But he always wished he looked more like his brown-haired, blue-eyed brother. All his life, he felt hopelessly outmatched by his big bro. Understandable, though. Brett was just… a lot. In every possible way.
Carter slipped back into bed as quietly as he could, sliding under the covers beside that big, warm body. Brett smelled like tequila, sweat, and that familiar masculine scent that always messed with Carter’s head. Within minutes, dozed off again. He slept deeply for another hour…
Eventually, a loud, guttural yawn ripped through the silence.
“Fuuuuuck,” Brett groaned, deep and miserable. He stretched like a bear, joints popping, then immediately regretted it. “My head is fucking killin’ me, bro. Feels like someone took a lacrosse stick to my skull.”
Carter blinked awake, heart already racing. He rolled over to face his brother.
Brett was sitting up now, brown hair messy, beautiful blue eyes squinted against the light. He looked exactly like the hungover frat-jock he was. Still stupidly hot, even with pillow creases on his face.
“Dude,” Brett rasped, rubbing his face with both hands. “Why the hell did we stay here? Are we still at Preston’s?”
Carter had to fight back a massive wave of relief. Brett’s voice held zero recognition. No awkwardness. No memory of grinding, kissing, or Carter swallowing his load like a slut. Nothing.
“Yeah, man,” Carter said, keeping his tone casual. “You got absolutely wrecked on some fancy liquor. Preston said we should just crash.”
Brett let out a long groan and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His massive morning wood bounced heavily as he stood, thick and proud, pointing straight out in front of him like it had its own agenda. Carter couldn’t help it, his eyes dropped straight the beautiful 7.5 incher. He licked his lips before he could stop himself.
Brett didn’t notice. He was too busy pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets.
“Shit, I don’t remember shit after like… ten? I do anything stupid?” He glanced over his shoulder at Carter, one eyebrow raised.
Carter forced a lazy smirk, the kind they’d both perfected. “Nah, you were just your usual loud-ass self. Nothin’ too crazy.”
“Thank fuck,” Brett muttered. He reached down and casually adjusted his huge erection, then stepped into his discarded grey boxer briefs, tucking himself away with a wince. “I’m never drinking like that again. My dick feels like it’s hungover too.”
Carter let out a genuine laugh, the knot of anxiety in his chest finally loosening.
He doesn’t remember. He actually doesn’t remember.
Brett turned, scratching his bare, hairy chest, blue eyes still bleary. “You good, bro? You look kinda weird.”
“I’m good,” Carter said, flashing his most confident grin, green eyes steady. “Just thinking about how much you’re gonna hate life when we hit the gym in a bit.”
Brett flipped him off on his way to the bathroom. “Fuck you. Make yourself useful and find some water and ibuprofen, you little shit.”
Carter flopped back onto the pillow as the bathroom door clicked shut, staring at the ceiling with a mixture of relief and lingering heat.
Last night had been a dangerous, reckless mistake. But he got lucky.
Later that afternoon, Carter and Brett headed down the wooden boardwalk path that led from their house to the private stretch of beach. The sun was sinking low, casting a warm golden glow over the ocean. Both brothers were shirtless, wearing nothing but board shorts, showing off their perfect bodies.
As they walked, Carter filled Brett in on how this whole thing had come together.
“Veronica and I matched on Hinge last week,” Carter explained, green eyes bright against his black hair. “We had really good chemistry right away. Then she told me she’s down here for the summer with her girlfried Stacey. Turns out they’re both bisexual and specifically looking to experiment with a guy this summer. Like, actually find someone to play with.”
Brett raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed. “No shit?”
“Yeah. So Veronica added Stacey to a group chat with me. We were texting for a couple days, and I mentioned we should do something fun… maybe like a double date. So, Veronica suggests volleyball and I’m like, were in.”
Brett let out a low whistle and shook his head, his brown hair still tousled from the day. “Dude… can’t believe you actually pulled this off. Two absolutely gorgeous chicks who want to experiment with dick. I’m low-key proud of you, bro.”
Carter smirked. “Just don’t be weird when we get there. And stop calling them dykes. You’re the only guy I know who uses that word.”
Brett grinned unapologetically. “My bad. Two extremely hot bisexual women. Better?”
They reached the sand and spotted the girls near the net they’d already set up. Veronica looked stunning…a young Black woman who resembled Halle Berry a bit. Glowing dark skin, and a toned body poured into a tiny white bikini. Beside her, Stacey was a petite blonde, with delicate features and an innocent smile. She wore a sky-blue bikini that hugged her small frame.
Veronica waved with a bright smile and pulled Carter into a quick, flirty hug. Stacey gave him a shy little wave, biting her lip as her eyes drifted over his shirtless torso.
Brett hung back a step, taking in the two women with open appreciation, but he didn’t mention anything about previously matching with Veronica on Hinge. She didn’t acknowledge it either. Unbeknownst to Carter, Brett had also chatted with Veronica last week. But she blocked him after his messages got too forward and horny.
They split into mixed doubles. Brett paired with Stacey, Carter with Veronica. Given that both girls were only about 5’2”, the height difference made it a fun mixed-doubles match. Brett quickly proved he was on another level. The 6’3” jock dominated the sand, leaping for kills, making impossible digs, and shouting cocky trash talk at Carter the whole time.
“Get some, Stace!” Brett yelled as Stacey bumped the ball perfectly for him to spike it straight down between Carter and Veronica.
The ball slammed into the sand. Brett threw his arms up with a loud laugh. “That’s how we do it!”
Stacey squealed and jumped into his arms in celebration, looking tiny against his massive frame.
During the next side switch, Brett jogged past Carter and delivered a loud, playful smack to his little brother’s ass that echoed across the beach.
“Better luck next point, lil’ bro,” Brett grinned, blue eyes sparkling. His hand lingered, giving Carter’s firm ass a quick, possessive grope. “Try keeping up with the big boys.”
Carter felt heat rush to his face. Veronica and Stacey both noticed, exchanging amused glances.
The game continued with Brett and Stacey clearly in control. Every side switch brought another hard spank from Brett, followed by more teasing.
“Damn bro, you look good all sweaty and pissed off,” Brett muttered during one switch, in a mocking tone. “That ass bouncing around is distracting as hell, dude.” He winked.
Carter shoved him, laughing. “Focus on the game, asshole.” Homoerotic taunts had always been a thing with Brett and his friend group, so Carter was used to shrugging it off.
By the time the sun was painting the sky in deep oranges and pinks and Brett and Stacey had thoroughly dominated, the four of them collapsed onto the warm sand, breathing hard and laughing.
Brett leaned back on his elbows, looking between the two gorgeous women with clear interest. “So… Carter says you two are looking to experiment with a guy this summer?”
Veronica smirked, glancing at Carter. “He said you two might be down for some fun. Was he telling the truth?”
Brett’s grin turned wolfish. “Oh, we’re definitely down.”
Carter shot his brother a look…half warning, half horny heat…while his green eyes moved between Veronica and Stacey, both of whom were now openly checking the brothers out.
The four of them ended up at the Hepburns’ luxurious poolhouse. It was sleek, modern structure with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, crisp white furnishings, and soft ambient lighting. The structure was surrounded by a gentle lazy river, and in the center of the poolhouse sat a small, heated mini-pool that bubbled invitingly.
Stacey and Veronica were already standing waist-deep in the warm water, their tiny bikinis clinging to their wet skin. The brothers lounged on the wide marble edge, legs dangling in the pool, watching the two hot girls with hungry eyes.
The girls’ teasing had been building for the last ten minutes.
“You know,” Veronica said, running her hands slowly up her own toned stomach, “we’d be a lot more comfortable if we lost these tops…” She traced the edge of her white bikini top, smirking. “But we’re not just going to give you a free show.”
Stacey tilted her head, blonde hair wet and slicked back, looking every bit the innocent temptress. “We’ll take them off… but only if you two kiss each other first.”
Brett barked out a laugh. “For real?”
“Dead serious,” Veronica replied, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric and giving them a playful squeeze. “One real kiss. On the lips. Make it good.”
Carter’s heart kicked hard in his chest. He glanced at Brett, who was grinning like an idiot.
Brett didn’t even hesitate. He leaned over, grabbed the back of Carter’s neck, and planted a loud, deliberately wet and sloppy kiss right on his little brother’s cheek.
Carter was caught by surprise. He quickly shoved his annoying big bro away. “Fuck off, asshole.”
“Mwah!” Brett laughed, pulling back with a shit-eating grin. “There. Kiss delivered.”
The girls both groaned.
“That doesn’t count,” Stacey said, laughing. “We said on the lips.”
Veronica stepped closer in the water, her dark eyes gleaming. “Come on, boys. Don’t be shy.” She slid her hands over her own full breasts again, pushing them together teasingly. “You kiss… we take these off. Seems like a fair trade.”
Stacey waded forward until she was right in front of Brett. With a bold little smile, she reached up, grabbed his big right foot, and pulled it forward. She pressed Brett’s sole directly against her chest, rubbing her soft, bikini-covered breasts slowly against the bottom of his foot while looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“Pretty please?” she purred, deliberately dragging her tits up and down his foot, squeezing them around his toes.
Brett’s blue eyes widened instantly. His cock visibly twitched in his board shorts. His jaw gaped at the incredibly sexy act.
“Fuckkkkk…” he muttered.
Carter’s pulse was also hammering. He was equal parts nervous and insanely turned on.
Brett looked over at him, hesitation flickering across his face for half a second. Then Stacey gave his foot another slow, sensual rub with her breasts, and that was it.
“Fuck it,” Brett growled.
He turned, grabbed Carter’s face with both hands, and pulled him in. Their lips met.
It wasn’t soft or hesitant. Brett kissed him hard. Confident, dominant. His mouth was warm, tasting faintly of salt from the ocean and the beer they’d enjoyed earlier. Carter’s brain short-circuited. A rush of heat flooded straight to his cock as Brett’s strong hands held his jaw, tilting his head slightly as he deepened the kiss.
Carter froze for a moment, then kissed him back.
For several long, filthy seconds, the two brothers made out right there on the edge of the pool while the girls watched with wide, delighted eyes. Carter’s heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. His dick was rock-hard in his shorts, throbbing painfully at the sheer taboo of kissing his own big brother. And in front a couple girls theyd just met too.
When Brett finally pulled back, his blue eyes were dark, breathing a little heavier than before. He licked his lips, still holding Carter’s face.
“Happy now?” he asked the girls, voice rough.
Veronica smiled slowly, reaching behind her back. “Very happy.”
With a smooth motion, she untied her white bikini top and let it fall away, revealing her perfect, full breasts. Stacey followed right after, peeling off her sky-blue top and dropping it into the water.
Both girls stood there topless in the warm pool, looking up at the brothers with expectant eyes.
Carter was still dazed, lips tingling, cock aching. He couldn’t stop staring at Brett’s mouth.
Brett, on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off the girls. His skin over his entire body burned hot. A mixture of embarrassment and a ton of overwhelming, crushing hornieness. This was the most aroused he’d felt in a long time. He couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy it was to be hanging out with these beautiful, slutty, bisexual girls.
The girls watched the visibly horny brothers with matching mischievous smiles.
“Monkey see, monkey do,” Veronica purred. “That’s our favorite game.”
Stacey nodded, biting her lip. “Whatever you two do to each other… we’ll do to each other. Fair’s fair.”
Before the brothers could fully process that offer, Veronica turned to Stacey, pulled her close in the warm water, and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow, sensual, and filthy. Their tongues slid together openly while their wet, topless bodies pressed tight. Stacey moaned softly into Veronica’s mouth, her small hands cupping the other girl’s full breasts.
It only lasted about seven seconds, though. The girls broke apart, and then Veronica smirked up at the brothers.
Brett let out a rough laugh. “You’re saying you’ll do whatever you see? That was barely two seconds. Fuck that bullshit. We want a real kiss.”
The girls exchanged a look, then Veronica gracefully climbed out of the mini-pool, water streaming down her dark skin. She walked over to the large, luxurious daybed nearby and reclined on it. She spread her legs slowly and seductively, giving the brothers a clear view of how tiny and soaked her white bikini bottoms were.
Stacey followed right behind her, climbing onto the daybed and kneeling between Veronica’s spread thighs.
Brett and Carter climbed out of the pool after them, their board shorts doing nothing to hide how horny they both were. Both their aching erections were clearly visisble.
Veronica leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the brothers. “Alright. We’ll make out as long and as dirty as you want… but only after you two kiss for three full minutes. Real kissing.”
Stacey held up her phone and started the countdown. “Three minutes. Go.”
The brothers froze.
Brett let out a nervous laugh. “Three minutes? Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” Veronica replied, running her hands teasingly over her bare breasts. “You want us to play? Then show us how it’s done first.”
Carter’s heart was hammering. He glanced at Brett, whose usual cocky confidence had faltered for just a second. The brothers hesitated, exchanging uncertain looks.
But the sight of the two topless, stunning girls waiting expectantly on the daybed was impossible for Brett to resist.
“Fuck it,” Brett muttered.
Stacey started the timer.
Brett grabbed Carter by the back of the neck and leaned in in. Their lips met nervously at first…tentative and stiff. The first press of their lips was awkward and self-concious. Brett’s shoulders were tense, his mouth hesitant. This was his own brother. It felt weird as hell. Wrong. But the girls were watching, and his dick was throbbing in his shorts.
After a few seconds, Brett started to notice things he didn’t expect. Carter’s lips were surprisingly soft. Full. And the way his mouth yielded under Brett’s. Submissive, almost eager to follow. Like a girl… It sent a strange jolt through him.
Fuck it, Brett thought. Just pretend it’s Olivia.
He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Carter’s mouth. The moment Brett’s tongue touched his, Carter stiffened, a small, surprised sound escaping him.
“God, you two look so stiff,” Veronica called out, amused. “Touch each other. Make it hot.”
Carter’s hands tentatively rose and settled on Brett’s broad, muscular shoulders. His fingers slowly traced down his brother’s thick arms, caressing the hard biceps and triceps as they kept kissing. The touch seemed to unlock something in Brett. He groaned low in his throat and pulled Carter closer, their bodies pressing together.
The brothers’ hard cocks brushed against each other through their damp board shorts, thick, obvious bulges rubbing together. The contact made both of them twitch.
Brett got more immersed in his straight fantasy and stopped holding back. Imagining it was Olivia, their dad’s hot little 21-year-old girlfriend, he wrapped one strong arm around Carter’s waist and yanked him in tight, kissing him hard and dominantly. His tongue pushed deep into Carter’s mouth, claiming it. Carter could barely breathe. His head felt light and dizzy from the intensity of Brett’s aggressive kiss.
This is how girls feel when they hook up with him, Carter thought hazily. He remembered all the nights Brett had brought girls home. The loud moans, the rhythmic thumping of the headboard, the way those girls sounded so desperate and needy when they were getting destroyed by his big bro. How many times had Carter lain in his own bed, cock in hand, desperately wishing he was the one underneath his big brother, getting railed rough and hard and mercilously?
Brett’s mouth moved to Carter’s neck, sucking hard and possessively on the sensitive skin. His tongue slurped against Carter’s salty skin. His lips pressed hard against the neck.
“Brett—chill,” Carter gasped, voice shaky. “You’re gonna leave a hickey.”
Brett growled against his neck. “Shut up.”
Then he slammed his mouth back onto Carter’s, ramming his tongue even deeper down his throat in a filthy, dominant kiss. Carter moaned helplessly into it, completely overwhelmed by his brother’s aggression and hunger. Brett was gripping him so tight. So possessive. He felt completely owned by his big bro.
The timer finally rang.
Both brothers jerked apart like they’d been burned, breathing hard, lips red and swollen. For a split second, they just stared at each other. Eyes wide, the shocking reality of what they’d just done crashing down on them.
Before either could speak, Veronica leaned in and planted a deep, sensual kiss on Stacey, their tongues briefly sliding together. “Our turn now…”
Veronica and Stacey didn’t waste time. They leaned into each other on the big daybed and started kissing deeply. For three full minutes, the two gorgeous girls made out shamelessly — soft moans, sliding tongues, hands roaming freely over each other’s bare breasts.
Brett couldn’t pull his eyes away. He layed on the daybed right next to the girls, getting as close as he could to them without touching them. The horny hot-blooded frat bro could barely resist putting his hands all over them as they made out.
By the time the timer went off, both girls were breathing harder, lips glossy and flushed.
The second the timer rang, Brett couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached out and grabbed one of Veronica’s full breasts, giving it a firm, hungry squeeze.
Veronica immediately pushed his hand away with a laugh. “Nuh-uh. If you want to touch these,” she said, cupping her own tits and jiggling them teasingly, “you’re going to have to earn it.”
Stacey’s eyes sparkled as she looked over the brothers’ glistening, sweat-covered torsos. “Oooohhh you two are all sweatyyyy now…hmmm…we want to watch you lick the sweat off each other.”
Carter’s eyes widened. “Uh yeah… that’s not happening.”
But Brett didn’t even hesitate. He turned to his little brother with a cocky grin. “Come on, bro. Don’t be a little bitch. LOOK at those tits, man. You really gonna pass up the chance to play with them? Just lick some sweat off me. It’s not that deep.”
Carter shifted uncomfortably, face burning. But when Veronica arched her back and slowly ran her hands over her bare breasts again, he swallowed hard.
“Fine,” he muttered. “But this is fucking weird.”
Brett smirked and leaned back on his hands, presenting his muscular torso. Carter hesitated for one more second, then leaned in. He started at Brett’s collarbone, dragging his tongue slowly across the warm, salty skin. He licked a slow stripe down the center of Brett’s chest, tasting the smooth skin and the faint musk of sweat mixed with sunscreen. Carter moved lower, tracing his tongue over the hard ridges of Brett’s abs, collecting every droplet that had gathered in the deep cuts of muscle. He paid special attention to the dark treasure trail, licking it clean while Brett’s abs flexed under his tongue. By the time he reached just above the waistband of Brett’s shorts, Carter’s own cock was painfully hard again.
Brett was breathing heavier, clearly affected.
“Alright, your turn,” Brett said, trying to sound casual.
He leaned over Carter, but his effort was half-assed at best. He gave a couple of quick, lazy licks across Carter’s chest, barely grazing his skin, then moved to his abs for a few more indifferent swipes.
Carter, however, was losing his mind.
Every pass of Brett’s warm tongue sent electricity shooting through him. Feeling his big brother’s mouth on his body, even if Brett was clearly trying to do the bare minimum, was insanely arousing. Carter’s breath came in short, shaky bursts. His cock throbbed visibly in his board shorts as Brett’s tongue dragged across his lower abs, dangerously close to the waistband. He had to fight the urge to moan out loud.
When Brett finally pulled back, looking smug, Veronica tilted her head with a satisfied smile.
“Not bad,” she said. She used her fingers to gesture Brett to approach her. Brett dove in, and hungrily latched his mouth to Veronica’s nipples as he sucked. He fondled both her tits with his hands as he greedily pressed his mouth against the nipples, like a man starved. He ground his crotch into the daybed, humping it like a horny dog. His massive erection drizzled precum all over the daybed.
Carter felt obliged to follow, and he started kissing Stacey’s tits. But his heart wasn’t really in it. He really wished he was sucking on Brett’s round nipples and palming his perfect pecs instead.
Veronica let out a breathy moan as Brett worked her tits. After a moment, she tangled her fingers in his brown hair and pulled his head back just enough to look at both brothers.
“Mmm, that feels so fucking good, stud.” she purred. “You know… I might even let you boys lick my pussy tonight. But only if you do something for us first.” She smiled wickedly. “You two have to lick each other’s buttholes.”
The words landed like a brick. Both brothers froze.
Brett sat up straight, running his fingers through his messy brown hair before burying his face in his palms. “Holy shit… You’re not serious.”
Carter’s eyes were wide, his face burning. “Yeah… no. I can’t do that.”
“Yeah, there’s got to be something else we can do,” Brett agreed.
Inside, though, Carter’s cock throbbed painfully at the idea. The thought of burying his face between Brett’s muscular cheeks made his hole twitch with forbidden excitement. But he kept his expression just as horrified as his brother’s.
Brett looked completely torn as he pulled at his messy brown hair in frustration. “Fuck… I’m so goddamn horny right now,” he muttered under his breath.
The two brothers quickly huddled together in the corner of the poolhouse, whispering urgently.
“Dude, there’s just no way,” Brett said. “That’s fucking nasty…”
Carter nodded, pretending to be just as reluctant. “Yeah, man. I don’t know…I mean…”
Brett groaned, clearly battling with himself. His cock was still rock-hard and leaking in his shorts.
After a tense few seconds, Carter spoke up, trying to sound like he was reluctantly taking one for the team.
“Okay…uh… how about this? I’ll lick your ass… but don’t have to lick mine. That’s my counter-offer to them.”
Brett thought that was brilliant. They walked back over to the girls and gave their counter.
The girls exchanged a look, then Veronica smiled slowly. “Okay.”
Brett stared at Carter for a long second, clearly shocked his little brother had even suggested it. But he was too horny to argue for long.
“Fuck it,” he muttered.
Without another word, Brett stood up and shoved his board shorts down in one smooth motion. His thick, rock-hard 7.5-inch cock sprang free, heavy and veiny, the fat head already glistening with precum. His powerful thighs and tight, muscular ass were on full display.
Both girls gasped audibly.
“Jesus Christ,” Stacey whispered, eyes wide.
Veronica bit her lip, staring openly at Brett’s impressive dick. “Now that’s a nice cock…”
Brett stepped out of his trunks completely, standing there naked and confident, his muscular body on full display as he looked down at Carter with a mix of lust, nerves, and challenge in his blue eyes.
Brett stood there completely naked, his thick cock jutting out proudly, while Carter knelt behind him on the large daybed. The reality of what he was about to do hit Carter like a wave, but the the sight of his brother’s powerful ass made his mouth water.
Carter placed his hands on Brett’s muscular cheeks and slowly spread them apart. He leaned in tentatively at first, pressing his nose right into the warm, hairy cleft of his brother’s ass and inhaled deeply.
It was sweaty. Rich, masculine, and intensely musky — but clean. The sexy scent made Carter’s head spin with lust. His own cock throbbed violently in his board shorts, leaking steadily.
“Fuck…” Carter whispered, almost to himself.
Brett’s ass was incredible up close. His buttocks were thick, round, and powerfully muscular, yet still juicy enough to fill Carter’s hands perfectly. Right in the center was a tight, beautiful pink anal ring, surrounded by a light dusting of black hair. It winked slightly as Brett shifted his weight.
Carter couldn’t hold back any longer.
He pressed his face between those firm cheeks and dragged his tongue slowly over Brett’s hole. The first lick was tentative, almost shy — just a soft, wet swipe across the tight ring. Brett’s entire body jolted.
“Holy shit…” Brett breathed, voice shaky.
Encouraged, Carter grew bolder. He palmed Brett’s muscular asscheeks hard, squeezing them pervertedly, spreading them wider as he licked again — slower, flatter, more deliberately this time. He swirled his tongue around the rim in lazy circles, savoring the clean, musky taste of his big brother’s most private spot. The more he licked, the more addicted he became. He pushed his face deeper, moaning softly as he ate Brett’s ass with growing hunger.
Brett’s legs trembled.
“Fuuuuck, Carter…” he groaned, unable to hold back the deep, shocked moans escaping his throat. “That feels… Jesus Christ, that actually feels really fucking good.”
Carter was in heaven. His cock was so hard it hurt. He felt dangerously close to cumming untouched in his shorts just from the sheer taboo of tongue-fucking his own brother’s hole. He squeezed Brett’s juicy ass even harder, kneading the thick muscle as he licked with filthy enthusiasm, pressing the flat of his tongue firmly against the tight ring.
Brett’s head fell forward. “Shit… right there. Press harder, bro. Yeah… like that. Fuck, use your tongue deeper.”
Carter obeyed instantly, stiffening his tongue and pushing it against Brett’s hole with more pressure, licking and probing with shameless need. Brett’s deep, guttural moans filled the poolhouse as his little brother rimmed him with eager, hungry strokes.
The girls watched in rapt silence, clearly enjoying the filthy show.
Brett’s thick cock twitched and leaked precum onto the cushions beneath him. He kept breathing hard, occasionally letting out another helpless groan every time Carter’s tongue swirled over his sensitive entrance.
Carter was completely lost in it — face buried between his big brother’s powerful cheeks, hands groping and spreading that perfect ass, cock throbbing on the edge of exploding. He had never been more turned on in his entire life.
Veronica watched the filthy display with hungry eyes. Without warning, she reached down, grabbed a fistful of Carter’s black hair, and yanked his face away from Brett’s ass.
“Our turn,” she said sweetly, pulling him forward.
Before Carter could react, she shoved his face straight between Stacey’s spread thighs, pressing the football jock’s mouth against her smooth, wet pussy.
Carter stiffened. He wasn’t into licking pussy. Never really had been. The scent, the taste, the texture… it did almost nothing for him. Right now, all he wanted was to bury his tongue back between Brett’s thick, muscular cheeks. But with both girls watching him expectantly, he had no choice but to pretend enjoy it.
He licked tentatively at first, dragging his tongue through Stacey’s folds. She moaned loudly and grabbed his head, grinding against his mouth.
“That’s it… good boy,” Stacey whimpered, rolling her hips.
Carter closed his eyes and forced himself to look enthusiastic, licking and sucking on her clit while his mind desperately replayed the taste of Brett’s sweaty hole.
Meanwhile, Brett leaned toward Veronica, clearly ready to dive into her pussy, but she stopped him with a hand on his forehead, pushing him back gently.
“Nuh-uh,” she teased. “Only Carter did the rimming. You still have to earn it.”
Brett looked wrecked with lust, his thick cock throbbing angrily. “Come on, baby…”
Veronica smirked and pointed at Carter, who was still face-deep in Stacey’s pussy, his perfect bubble butt upturned and presented invitingly.
“If you want this pussy,” she said, spreading her own lips with two fingers, “you’re going to eat your little brother’s ass first.”
Brett stared at Carter’s round, firm ass for a long second. His internal conflict was obvious, but the desperate horniness won.
“Fuck it,” he growled.
He dropped to his knees behind Carter, and yanked off Carter’s shorts. He then grabbed those juicy cheeks with both hands, and spread them wide. Brett hesitated for half a heartbeat, then leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly over Carter’s tight, virgin hole.
The second he tasted him, something in Brett shifted.
“Shit…” he muttered, surprised at how much he liked it. Carter’s ass was smooth, firm, and incredibly perky. The clean, salty taste combined with how the tight pink ring fluttered under his tongue made Brett’s cock leak heavily.
He groaned and dove in harder, licking with growing enthusiasm. His big hands groped and kneaded Carter’s ass passionately, squeezing the thick muscle as he buried his face deeper. Every few licks he pulled back just enough to deliver a firm, loud spank to one of Carter’s cheeks, making the flesh jiggle.
Carter moaned desperately into Stacey’s pussy as he felt his big brother’s warm, wet tongue working his hole. The sensation was electric. Brett wasn’t being shy anymore. He was eating his ass like he was starving for it, tongue pressing and swirling, hands groping greedily.
Brett spanked him again, harder this time, then spread his cheeks even wider, licking deeper with filthy, hungry strokes.
“Fuck, bro…” Brett groaned between licks, voice rough with shock and arousal. “Your ass tastes so fucking good.”
Carter’s mind was reeling with pleasure. He was so hard it hurt, helplessly grinding his aching cock against the daybed while his brother devoured his hole.
The girls watched the display with fascination. Veronica finally nodded, her voice husky. “Alright, big boy. You’ve earned a taste.”
She reclined back on the luxurious daybed, spreading her toned legs wide and pulling her knees up slightly. Brett practically lunged forward, casting aside Carter’s bubble butt. Brett’s massive frame crawled between her thighs. He buried his handsome face in her immediately, his broad tongue dragging hungrily through her folds.
“Fuck yes,” he growled into her cunt, lapping at her with long, greedy strokes. His strong hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he sucked on her clit and pushed his tongue inside her. Veronica moaned, her fingers tangling in his messy brown hair, guiding him deeper.
“Mmm, that’s it… eat it just like that,” she purred, rolling her hips against his mouth.
For a few heated minutes, the only sounds were wet slurping, Veronica’s breathy moans, and the occasional slap of Brett’s tongue. Carter kept dutifully working Stacey’s pussy nearby, though his attention kept drifting to the sight of his big brother devouring Veronica so aggressively.
But Brett’s control was fraying fast. His thick 7.5-inch cock throbbed painfully beneath him, leaking a steady stream of precum onto the cushions. The taste of pussy combined with everything that had come before (rimming his own brother, making out with him, all the teasing) had him feral. He pushed himself up suddenly, his muscular torso glistening with sweat, and climbed fully over Veronica’s body.
Before she could react, Brett pinned her down with his weight, crashing his mouth against hers in a forceful, hungry kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth the same way it had Carter’s earlier — dominant and sloppy. At the same time, he ground his rock-hard cock against her soaked pussy, sliding the thick shaft up and down her slit, the fat head bumping insistently against her clit.
Veronica’s eyes flew open. She pushed at his broad shoulders. “Whoa—Brett, slow down. You haven’t earned that yet.”
But Brett was too far gone. He kept kissing her aggressively, one hand gripping her jaw to hold her in place while his hips rocked harder, rubbing his leaking cockhead right against her entrance. “C’mon, baby… just the tip. I need it so fucking bad,” he mumbled against her lips, voice thick with desperation. “You’re so wet… fuck, please.”
“Brett, stop,” Veronica said more firmly, turning her face away. “We’re not there yet. Get off me.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, he pinned her wrists above her head with one massive hand, his heavy body pressing her deeper into the daybed. His cock continued sliding insistently against her pussy, smearing her juices everywhere. “Please, Veronica… I’ll do anything. Just let me fuck you. I’m dying here. Look at my dick, it’s so hard for you. I’ll make it so good, I swear. Please… please let me put it in. Just for a minute. I need this pussy so bad, baby, please…”
His voice cracked with raw need as he begged, hips still grinding, the head of his cock catching at her entrance again and again. “C’mon, don’t be a tease. You got me this worked up… you can’t leave me like this. Please. I’ll eat you out for hours after, whatever you want. Just let me fuck you. Please, fuck, I’m begging you…”
Veronica struggled beneath him, her expression shifting from aroused to annoyed to alarmed. “Brett, I said no. Get the fuck off me right now.”
But he was too pushy, too lost in his horny haze. He kept her pinned, pleading nonstop in a low, desperate voice, his cock still rubbing aggressively against her. “Please… please… I’ll go slow. Just the tip, I promise. You have no idea how bad I need it. Don’t do this to me…”
Stacey noticed first. “Hey! Brett, stop!” She scrambled up and grabbed his arm.
Carter followed, eyes wide with shock. “Brett! What the fuck, man? Get off her!”
Carter lunged forward and shoved hard at his brother’s shoulder while Stacey pulled at the other side. Together they managed to drag the much larger jock off Veronica. Brett’s face was flushed dark red, his cock angrily throbbing and bouncing as he was forced upright, still leaking heavily.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Veronica snapped, sitting up and covering her breasts with one arm. She looked pissed. “We were having fun. That was way too aggro.”
Stacey was already grabbing their bikini tops and bottoms. “Yeah, we’re done. This got weird real fast.”
Carter stood between them, face burning with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. He’s just… really...I dunno…He didn’t mean—”
“He did,” Veronica cut him off coldly, slipping her top back on. “We’re leaving. Don’t text us.”
The two girls dressed quickly and stormed out of the poolhouse without another word, their footsteps fading down the path.
Brett sat there on the edge of the daybed, chest heaving, his massive erection still standing painfully upright, untouched and denied. Precum dripped steadily from the tip onto his thigh. He was blue-balled beyond belief, horny frustration radiating off him in waves. Too horny and, honestly, self-centered to even feel bad about what he did to Veronica.
“Fuck…” he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. His voice was hoarse. “What the fuck just happened?”
Carter stood there awkwardly, still half-hard himself, the taste of Stacey’s pussy and Brett’s ass still on his tongue. The night had gone from insanely hot to completely ruined in seconds. “Dude… you really fucked that up. That was not cool.”
Brett didn’t reply. He just stared down at his throbbing, neglected cock with a miserable expression, the heavy ache of being left completely unsatisfied settling deep in his balls.
Brett sat there on the edge of the daybed for a long moment, chest still heaving, his thick 7.5-inch cock standing straight up and angrily throbbing. The fat, leaking head glistened with precum that kept dripping down the veiny shaft. He looked completely miserable and feral at the same time.
“Fuck this,” he muttered, voice low and rough. His blue eyes flicked over to Carter, who was still standing there awkwardly, half-hard in his board shorts, lips shiny from pussy and ass. “Can’t believe bitches left me like this. My balls are fucking killing me, bro.”
Carter swallowed hard, his green eyes dropping involuntarily to his big brother’s massive erection. “Yeah… sorry, man. That got out of hand. You really were completely out of line.”
Brett stared at him, breathing heavy. A filthy idea clearly clicked into place behind his eyes. He reached down and gave his cock a slow, lazy stroke, smearing the precum around the head.
“Come here,” he said, voice dropping into that deep, commanding tone he usually used on girls. “Give me another handjob. Just like last week. I’mma treat your hand like it’s Veronica’s tight little pussy. Dude come on, I just need to cum so bad, this’ll take two seconds.”
Carter’s heart slammed against his ribs. He knew he should say no. The night was already ruined, they were both still buzzing from everything that had happened… but the sight of his big brother’s leaking cock and that desperate, dominant look on his face made his own dick twitch hard.
“Okay,” Carter whispered, stepping closer. He dropped to his knees between Brett’s spread thighs on the daybed. His hand wrapped around the thick, hot shaft. God, it felt even bigger and heavier than last night when Carter played with Brett in his sleep. He started stroking slowly, twisting his fist over the head the way he remembered Brett liked.
Brett groaned and leaned back on his elbows, watching. “Yeah… just like that. Fuck, her pussy would be so wet and warm. Stroke it like you’re jerking me off inside her, bro. Good boy…”
For about a minute Carter pumped him steadily, his own cock straining painfully in his shorts. Brett’s hips started bucking up into his fist, but then the older brother growled in frustration.
“Fuck… it’s not enough,” Brett rasped. “Your hand feels like a hand. I need more. I need it wet and tight.”
Before Carter could even respond, Brett’s hand shot out and grabbed a thick fistful of his little brother’s jet-black hair. He yanked Carter’s head forward roughly.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
Carter gasped, but the rough pull sent a lightning bolt of pure exhilaration straight to his cock. He barely had time to part his lips before Brett shoved the fat head of his cock past them, stretching his mouth wide.
“That's it… good girl,” Brett growled, voice thick with lust. He pushed deeper, feeding more of his throbbing shaft into Carter’s warm, wet mouth. “Suck it. Be an obedient little bitch for your big brother.”
Carter moaned loudly around the thick cock invading his mouth. The degradation hit him like a drug. His own dick pulsed and leaked heavily in his shorts as Brett took control.
Brett tightened his grip in Carter’s hair and started roughly bobbing his head up and down, forcing him to take more and more with each thrust. “Fuck yes… just like that. Goooood girl. Take my cock down your throat.”
He thrust his hips up hard, pushing his cock deeper until the head bumped the back of Carter’s throat. Carter gagged wetly but didn’t pull away. The feeling of being manhandled, used, dominated so brutally by his own massive older brother made his head spin with filthy pleasure. His eyes watered, spit already dripping down his chin as Brett face-fucked him with long, powerful strokes.
“Deeper, bitch. Relax that throat,” Brett ordered, yanking Carter’s head down until his nose pressed into the dark, musky treasure trail above his cock. “That’s it… obedient fucking slut. You look so much better with your mouth full of a real man’s dick.”
Carter’s hands came up to grip Brett’s thick, hairy thighs for balance as he was brutally used. Every rough thrust, every degrading word made his own untouched cock throb and jump. He was in heaven — choking, gagging, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks while his brother fucked his face with zero mercy.
Brett’s moans grew louder, more animalistic. He held Carter’s head in both hands now, using his mouth like a fleshlight, hips snapping up relentlessly.
“Fuck… your mouth is even better than I imagined. Keep sucking, you little slut. Gonna use this pretty face until I flood your throat…”
The wet, filthy sounds of Carter’s gagging and slurping filled the poolhouse as Brett dominated him completely, lost in raw, taboo lust.
Brett’s grip in Carter’s black hair tightened like a vice as he started pistoning his hips with brutal force. He fucked his little brother’s face with zero restraint, slamming his thick 7.5-inch cock in and out of the tight, wet throat with loud, wet squelching sounds.
“Fuck yes. Take it, you slutty little whore,” Brett growled, voice deep and vicious. “Your’e mouth’s my personal cocksleeve. Choke on your big brother’s dick like the obedient bitch you are.”
He humped vigorously, hips snapping forward relentlessly, balls slapping against Carter’s chin with every savage thrust. Spit and precum flew everywhere as he used Carter’s face without mercy.
“Look at you… gagging on my cock like a cheap whore. You fucking love this, don’t you? Yeah, you do. Good girl. Good fucking girl. Swallow that dick deeper. ALL the way, bitch.”
The brutal degradation and raw domination pushed Carter over the edge embarrassingly fast. His own neglected cock, still trapped in his board shorts, rubbed and dragged against Brett’s hairy, muscular leg with every violent thrust. The constant pressure, combined with the filthy words and the feeling of being completely owned, made his balls tighten.
Carter moaned desperately around the pistoning cock as he came hard. His dick pulsed and spurted thick ropes of cum inside his shorts before leaking out, splattering onto the floor and shooting a few warm streaks across Brett’s calf and foot.
Brett felt the wet heat on his leg and slowed for a second, looking down. His face twisted in annoyance.
“The fuck? Did you just cum on my leg like a….like a dog…?” He yanked his cock out of Carter’s mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting them. “Holy shit, you made a mess on my leg, you disgusting slut.”
He grabbed Carter by the hair again and shoved his face down toward his leg.
“Lick it up. Now. Clean your cum off your big brother’s leg like a good doggy.”
Carter, flushed and panting, obeyed instantly. He dragged his tongue over Brett’s muscular calf, licking up every drop of his own load with humiliated arousal. Brett watched with a cruel smirk.
“That’s it… lap it up, doggy. Look at you, licking your own jizz like an ACTUAL bitch. Pathetic… but kinda hot.”
Once the leg was clean, Brett’s patience snapped.
He grabbed Carter under the arms and roughly threw him onto his back on the big daybed. In one smooth motion he straddled Carter’s chest, pinning his little brother’s wrists above his head with one strong hand.
Brett’s spit-slick cock slapped wetly against Carter’s flushed face. “Open wide, whore. We’re not done yet.”
Brett shoved his cock straight back down Carter’s throat in one brutal thrust, burying it to the hilt. He enjoyed facefucking him again in this new position. Deep, merciless strokes that made Carter’s throat bulge visibly. Mucus and thick spit gushed out around the shaft, bubbling from Carter’s nostrils and dripping messily down his cheeks and chin.
“Yeah…gag on it. Make it sloppy, bitch. That’s right… cry and drool for me like a good little cocksucker.”
Carter’s eyes streamed tears from the throat stimulation. his face was covered in his own spit and mucus as Brett used him mercilessly, hips slamming down over and over. The domination was overwhelming, and Carter’s spent cock was already trying to get hard again from the sheer intensity.
Finally, Brett’s rhythm faltered. His balls drew up tight.
“Okay. Fuck. gonna cum… Take it, you little slut— take every drop! AGHHHH!!!”
He buried himself deep and unloaded the first powerful rope straight down Carter’s throat. Carter choked violently, coughing and sputtering around the thick cock, forcing Brett to pull out with a wet gasp.
The rest of Brett’s massive load erupted across Carter’s ruined face. Thick, white streaks painting his cheeks, lips, nose, and forehead in heavy ropes. Brett moaned loudly, stroking himself through the orgasm.
“Fuuuuuck yes… paint that pretty face. Good girl… such a good fucking cumrag for your big brother…”
When the last spurt landed on Carter’s tongue, Brett let out a long, exhausted groan and rolled off him, collapsing onto his back beside his little brother on the daybed. Both of them lay there panting, chests heaving, bodies glistening with sweat.
After a long minute of silence, Brett let out a low, satisfied chuckle.
“Goddamn… that was one hell of a day, bro.” He wiped sweat from his brow, still breathing hard. “Those girls were so fucking sexy. Veronica’s tits… Stacey’s tight little body… the way they made out with each other and let us lick their pussies? Shit was insane. Hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He turned his head slightly toward Carter, a lazy, cocky grin on his face, seemingly ignoring the fact that his little brother’s face was still covered in his cum.
“Too bad they bailed at the end…”
Carter lay there and just grunted not really sure what to say. Then brothers just lay side by side for in the afterglow. Eventually, Brett, got up and headed for the showers. He turned back to Carter for a second. “And thanks bro. For the head. Really needed that. You got a good mouth.” Brett winked at Carter and then walked away.
Thanks for sticking with this story. Thank you to Ry, Horny Femboy, and Chloe for your nice comments. Chloe, this is the first time a reader has told me I set their pussy on fire. I'm proud of myself.
Anyways, Brett is turning out to be a total asshole. I kinda hate him. Do you think he needs some disclipline from his Daddy somewhere down the line? Or is that a bit too extreme a kink for most of y'all?
Also, I'm hoping to finally incorporate anal sex in the coming chapters. I know it's been kind of a slow burn getting up to that point. Thanks for bearing with me during this long build up.
