His Girlfriend's Brother

“Are you serious? You’re going to work? “Andre asked his girlfriend, Brittany.

“Yes!” She said, searching for her employee badge in the kitchen of her apartment.

“Why? I came home with you for winter break and you’re just going to leave me here with your damn brother? Just because he’s frat doesn’t mean I want to spend my morning with him.” Andre said, lowering his voice so only Brittany could hear him.

“I’m sorry, they offered me double pay to come in and manage the store and I said yes. Plus, I really want you to bond with my brother. He JUST crossed into Sigma. You guys are in different chapters but you low-key inspired him to pledge and he looks up to you. Stop acting like that.” Brittany said.

“I’m going upstairs to get changed.” She said, turning around to head back upstairs before Andre could reply.

"That’s bullshit and you know it!” Andre mumbled under his breath as he wandered into the living room with his bowl of cereal.

“What’s wrong frat?” Devante (Brittany’s little brother) asked as he sat on the sofa, watching TV.

Andre looked at Devante, who had been preoccupied with a rerun of Black Ink Crew: Chicago. Devante’s golden skin was encased with an impressive frame. He had an athletic frame (as he stayed in the gym) and he was incredibly easy on the eyes. He was a senior in college, in spite of looking a bit older.

Andre wasn’t a slouch himself - he was chocolate skinned brother with a muscular frame and when he wasn’t working on his doctoral degree or between Brittany’s legs, he was in the gym.

Andre couldn’t help but admire Devante’s beauty. Maybe spending the morning with him wouldn’t be bad.

“Nothing. Your sister has to go into work, so I’m left with a day off and nothing to do.” Andre said, taking a seat next to him.

"You can chill with me then bruh.” Devante said.

“That’s the plan.” Andre said, eating some of his cereal.

“Yeah. Most of my friends are working today and my line brothers all live out of town, so I don’t have anything planned myself. Plus, you can tell me all about your experience now that I’m in the frat now.” Devante said, smiling.

"Of course nigga. You were already good in my book, you’re practically family now.” Andre said, sizing Devante up.

A few minutes later Brittany came downstairs in her Target uniform, looking concerned.

"You’re not mad at me are you?” she asked Andre.

“Nah, no worries girl. Go get this money and I’ll chill with your brother. Plus, you can make it up to me later!” Andre said, making both Brittany and Devante roll their eyes simultaneously.

“Whatever. You’re a fool.” Brittany said as she walked over to Andre. He stood up to give her a hug and kiss. As the two embraced, he boldly grabbed her ass tightly, making Devante shudder (unbeknownst to Andre.)

“You’re doing too much!” Brittany said, laughing as she slapped Andre’s hands as she exited his embrace.

“Oh, okay.” Andre said, smiling.

“You just wait till later then,” she said as she walked out the door, leaving Andre with a smile on his face as he watched Brittany walk to the front door, his eyes transfixed on her ass and hips with each step she took.

“You play Madden?” Devante said, ruining Andre’s moment as Brittany slammed the front door shut.

“I haven’t played it in a minute. What’s good?” Andre asked.

"I thought we could play a game, I got the console set up in my room if you want?” Devante said, standing up. Andre immediately noticed Devante’s thick ass.

“Sure, lead the way,” Andre responded, leaving the living room and following Devante up the stairs, a couple of steps behind. Half way up, Devante stumbled and stopped, losing his balance.

Instinctively Andre reached out to steady Devante, but because of the impromptu moment, his hands happened to grab Devante’s fat ass.

“My bad bro!” Andre said as Devante regained his balance, letting go of the firm muscles tightly encased in the denim shorts.

"No worries bruh.” Devante said, continuing up the stairs.

They went into the small bedroom, which contained a single bed in it. Devante’s clothes were strewn around, with an entire corner dedicated to Devante’s Crossing gifts (various paddles, necklaces and Fraternity t-shirts in Blue and White) but the rest of the room was a typical for a college student home on break.

"So what are you majoring in?” Andre asked, trying to make conversation.

“Athletic training. I want to become a certified personal trainer.” Devante replied.

Andre could see him thriving as a personal trainer. Even through his clothes, it was apparent that there wasn’t an ounce of fat on Devante. Andre continued to take in the man before him as he set up the wires to the console around the television.

As Andre watched Devante bent over to plug the wire into the socket, his jeans were pulling tight around his round ass, giving Andre a beautiful view.

“He got an ass like a bitch.” Andre thought to himself. He was enameled with the ass in front of him. So much that he hadn’t noticed Devante looking over his shoulder.

"Like what you see?” Devante said as he caught Andre guiltily staring.

“Bruh chill.” Andre said, caught off guard.

“Just fucking with you, nigga.” Devante said, as he saw the look on Andre’s face. "I know you only got eyes for my sister” he said, passing Andre the controller.

Sitting on the end of the bed he started the game up, motioning at Andre to sit down with him.

The awkwardness Andre felt after getting caught staring at Devante’s fat ass slowly went away as they got into the game.

The two sat and talked about their experiences in the fraternity (with Andre having more to share as he’d pledged 5 years ago). Conversation became easier as they got to know one another, all the while staying focused on the game.

At one point in the game, Andre was losing by 20 points. He got frustrated as Devante began kicking his ass. Andre played on, focusing on the game (and catching up), his fingers and thumbs jabbing at the buttons, totally unaware that Devante had begun splitting his focus between the game at hand and watching him.

Devante was staring at the man beside him, letting his gaze wander over Andre’s body. For some reason, Devante was excited by the presence of his sister’s boyfriend, the obvious masculinity, and shared fraternal bold.

For some reason, he thought back to the moment that Andre and Brittany shared earlier - Andre grabbing Brittany’s ass with his wide hands. He began wondering what it would be like to be held by those strong arms, kiss that mouth, and have Andre palming his own ass the same way that Andre palmed Brittany’s.

“Touchdown, BITCH!” Andre yelled, breaking Devante’s erotic thoughts.

“How’d you let me come back and beat you?” Andre said, smiling over at Devante.

“I let you beat me nigga, I didn’t want you whining to my sister.” Devante replied, standing and brushing casually close to Andre, seeing how far he could push him. "You want a drink?”

“This early in the day?” Andre asked.

“It’s happy hour somewhere, bro.” Devante said.

“Sure,” Andre replied, a moment or two later Devante returned with a couple of bottles in his hand

“Guess not,” Andre replied, taking a swig directly from the bottle before putting the bottle on the floor.

Devante sat back down on the bed and they continued playing Madden. Andre wasn’t sure but he was confident in believing that Devante was closer than before.

He could now make out the smell of the other man now, his cologne mixed with a scent of masculinity, like he was fresh from the gym.

He focused back onto the game and they had reached a point where they were tied at the end of the 4th quarter.

The two of them were focused on were focused on beating each other.

The intensity of the situation was in the air; Devante was close enough that Andre could feel the other man’s breath on his neck. Time seemed to stand still as the two men looked at each other, then looking back at the television. Andre sensed rather than saw the other man start to lean in, so he decided to focus on the game.

“Focus on the game, not on me!” Andre yelled.

“Here, let me show you how to win!” Devante said, scooting even closer to Andre, their legs now touching. “You just need to run the ball down to the end zone!” he said, reaching over and taking the controller out of Andre’s hands, throwing it to the other side of the bed and continuing to play as Andre tried to search for his controller!

“That was a bitch move!” Andre yelled as he searched for his controlled. Before he could find his controller, Devante was already celebrating.

“I won!” Devante yelled, jumping up and down.

"That was corny as hell man.” Andre said, frustrated. He wasn’t sure what had been happening but Devante had been distracting him the entire game - so much that he hadn’t seen Devante’s stunt coming.

"Sure, if you say so,” Devante replied, laughing at Andre’s frustration.

“Let’s go watch TV in the Den.” Devante said, heading towards the door.

“Whatever.” Andre said, almost jumping out of the room.

Walking downstairs behind Devante, Andre sat down onto the nearest seat as they entered the Den, and Devante followed suit on the one next to him.

Devante casually stripped off his jacket and put it on the seat beside him

"It’s getting hot.” Devante said to Andre, as the other man looked over to him, taking in the sight before him

He’d untucked his shirt, slightly revealing his boxers so that the lining of his boxers were on display.

Andre felt ashamed as he looked away, all too aware that Devante had seen him looking over the other man’s body, yet saying nothing.

They continued to chat about fraternity experiences, drinking from the bottle of Crown Royal from earlier.

Andre didn’t know when it happened, but his dick was at full mast. Before he could adjust himself, Devante noticed.

“See something you like bruh?” Devante asked, repeating himself from earlier.

"Yep.” Andre said, not filtering himself. The alcohol was finally hitting him. He didn’t understand why he was turned on from Devante’s presence but he was. He was also now aware by now that the Devante was clearly testing him. If he were to try anything, Andre was ready to see how things would develop.

“Bet.” Devante said, smiling weakly.

A short while later, the two men had polished off the entire bottle, and Andre head was definitely drunk now. Devante seemed none the worse from it as he sat across from Andre, arms casually draped over the side of his seat, his legs spread so Andre could see his growing bulge.

“It’s getting cold, I’ma turn the heat up.” Devante said abruptly, standing and walking towards Andre (as the air conditioning unit was behind him.)

Before Andre could gather his bearings. Devante was standing directly in between his legs, adjusting the temperature as his crotch was right in Andre’s face.

"Sorry bro, just trying to figure out how to warm it up in here.” Devante said, messing with the thermostat while Andre stared at the bulge in front of him.

Andre couldn’t handle all of the sudden sexual tension/innuendo that was now in the room - before he knew it, he’d managed to raise his hands and cup Devante’s ass cheeks the same way that he’d done to Devante’s older sister a few hours earlier.

The moment Devante felt Andre’s hands feeling on his ass, he stopped suddenly, not knowing how to proceed.

When Andre felt no resistance from Devante, he squeezed Devante’s ass a bit harder, feeling the basketball shaped booty that was concealed by Devante’s jeans.

"Fixed it.” Devante whispered as he felt the heat circulating through the room. He still stood still in his position as Andre’s hands remained on his ass.

Andre’s drunk inhibitions took over and he squeezed Devante’s ass cheeks. The unexpected squeeze took Devante for a surprise, resulting in stumbling and practically into his lap.

“Damn, my bad bruh.” Andre said as he pushed Devante off of his laps and stood up.

“Nah, you’re good bruh….” Devante said, standing up and getting right back into Andre’s face.

Their two muscled bodies were now practically touching chest to chest, Andre feeling Devante’s breath on his lips. Neither of them had an idea of how they’d arrived at this point and they were too drunk to question it.

Almost of its own accord, Andre’s hands found its way to Devante’s ass again and immediately, Devante wrapping his own hands around the small of Andre’s back.

Gone were any thoughts of resistance now, the two of them had been toying with fire all day (unintentionally).

After a few seconds of the incidental contact, Andre leaned into Devante and drove his lips into Devante’s, enjoying his first kiss with a man…his girlfriend’s little brother.