I took the opportunity to stand up, my knees popping slightly as I stretched them out. My eyes lingered on his cock, now slightly deflated but still a formidable size. The sight was oddly satisfying, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride that I had brought him to that point.
With a smirk, I turned away from him, my eyes scanning the room for any signs of disarray that would give us away. Satisfied that the scene was innocuous enough, I made my way to the door. Before leaving, I tossed over my shoulder, "Don't get too comfortable, when I come back, I expect you to be gone."
The sound of a low chuckle followed me out of the room, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He'd be back for more, and we both knew it. But for now, I had the upper hand, and I liked it.
The house was quiet, the only noise was the distant sound of some pop song playing in the garage. I recognized it as one of Henry's favorite tunes, which meant he was probably in there working out again. The thought of his muscles flexing and sweating was tempting, but I knew better than to join him right now.
The coolness of the garage was indeed appealing, a welcome reprieve from the heat that was building up inside of me. But the sight of Henry, lifting weights and showing off his massive biceps and chest, would only make things worse. My mind was already racing with images of his thick cock straining against his shorts, just like Zac's had been earlier. It was a battle I didn't need to fight at the moment.
So instead, I decided to put on some shoes and take a walk outside, hoping the crisp morning air would help clear my head. The quiet of the early day was a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts swirling around in my brain. I needed to get a grip on my desires before they consumed me entirely.
I stepped out the front door, the coolness of the morning air kissing my skin with a gentle touch, a stark contrast to the heated encounter I’d just left in my room. I took a deep breath, letting the scent of dew-laden grass and the faint aroma of blooming flowers fill my lungs, trying to focus on the weather rather than the ache between my legs.
The early morning walk was supposed to help clear my head, but all I could think about was Henry.
My thoughts drifted to him and his new girlfriend. It wasn't that I didn't want him to be happy; it was the fact that I was going to lose my secret plaything. The one I had gotten used to sharing my deepest desires with, the one whose touch set me on fire every time. And now, he was going to give all that to someone else, someone who didn't understand the bond we had, the secret we shared.
As I walked, I tried to imagine the conversations Henry would have with her, the sweet nothings he'd whisper in her ear, the gentle touches and kisses that I knew this mountain of a man was capable of. It made me feel sick to think that he could give that to her, when all he ever gave me was animalistic passion. But was that really what I wanted? A relationship with Henry where we had to hide our true selves from everyone, where we could never truly be together without fear of being caught?
I knew deep down that it wasn't fair to him or her. Henry was too straight to understand the depth of my feelings, too lost in his own hormonal haze to realize that what we had was more than just a casual fling. And as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't blame him for not seeing it. He was a simple guy with simple wants and needs. But that didn't make the sting of his obliviousness any less sharp.
As for Zac, the newfound twist in our relationship was like a double-edged sword. On one hand, the sex was explosive, a culmination of years of pent-up frustration and desire. On the other, he was a selfish prick, always looking out for number one, and that was himself. He didn't care about me beyond what I could do for his ego and his cock. But the way he made me feel, the way he clearly wants to take control over me, it was intoxicating for someone like me who's always felt so... small in comparison to the men in my life.
But as much as I enjoyed the newfound dynamics, I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was all a game to him. That he was only playing along because he enjoyed the high of knowing I'd submit to him whenever he wanted. It was a thought that both excited and infuriated me. I didn't want to be just a convenient hole for him to use whenever he felt like it. I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me yes... but on my terms.
As I approached the house, the sun had climbed a little higher in the sky, casting a warm glow on the white siding and the perfectly manicured lawn. The sight of the place brought a smile to my face, despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me. This was my domain, my playground of men who I had somehow managed to wrap around my little finger. But maintaining control was going to be the trick.
Walking up the driveway, I could hear the thud of weights from the garage, a rhythmic echo that told me Henry was still pumping iron. The thought of his swollen muscles, gleaming with sweat, briefly clouded my mind. I knew how much I enjoyed giving him his post-workout attention, the way his biceps would flex as I traced the contours with my fingers, feeling the power beneath my palm.
But now, my focus had shifted. Zac had become a new puzzle to solve, a challenge that I hadn't anticipated but was eager to conquer. His dominance was a thrill, but it was the chase that truly excited me. And as I approached the door, I felt a surge of determination. I wanted both of them, the gentle giant and the brooding alpha. The idea was so tantalizing that it made my skin tingle with anticipation.
Zac bumped into me as I made my way down the hall, his shoes barely on his feet. He had that smug look that always made me want to smack him and kiss him at the same time. "Look who's back," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Thought I'd have to fill the void with someone else's whining."
I rolled my eyes, playing along. "You wish, Zac. With what you're packing, you can only dream about beeing enough to fill anything at all." I quipped back, the sass dripping from my voice like honey.
He laughed, the deep rumble that always sent a shiver down my spine. "You're the one who can't get enough, little bro." He stepped closer, his body heat radiating, making my skin prickle. His eyes searched mine, looking for a hint of truth in my words. "You're always looking for someone to fill you up, aren't you? You should be grateful I'm here to provide."
The smell of his aftershave was intoxicating, and I had to bite my tongue to keep my thoughts from spilling out. "You're one to talk, Zac," I whispered, pushing him playfully aside. "I'm the one who can take you or leave you."
Zac kept his balance with ease, his muscular frame not even swaying from my shove. His smugness didn't waver, which only served to fan the flames of my desire to knock him off his high horse. As he passed me, heading for the front door, he casually tossed over his shoulder, "I told you already... I could have anyone I want, little bro. I don't need to you to satisfy me."
I felt a twinge of anger at his words, but I knew he was only baiting me. I decided to play along, meeting his challenge with one of my own. "That's true, Zac. But let's be real, you're not exactly slumming it with me, are you? I'm convenient, easy, and always within arm's reach. It's a win-win for both of us."
Zac paused, his smirk growing wider. "Is that what you think, that I'm just using you?" He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Well, I know you are not stupid, so maybe you're right. Maybe I do just want to use you whenever I feel like it." His words were like a knife, but the edge was blunt with lust. "You should be grateful, after all, not everyone gets to have an older brother like me, so eager to give them what they want."
I pushed him away, feigning annoyance, but the heat between us was palpable. "Why don't you just go fuck yourself, Zac?"
He stepped closer, his eyes darkening with a hunger that was unmistakable. "Oh, I could, little bro. But that's not what you want, is it? You want me to fuck you, just as much as I want you to lay there and take it." He paused, his breath hot on my neck. "But, how about we stop playing around? We both know the thought of me turns you on. And we both know that for some strange reason it has the same effect on me.
I rolled my eyes at his comment but couldn't deny the flutter in my stomach. "Whatever, Zac." I turned away, trying to act nonchalant, but he stepped closer, invading my space, pressing the bulge in his sweatpants pressing against my leg. "So why don't we just admit it, hmm? We're both just two horny guys who can't keep their lust in check. Let's just ride this out and see where it takes us."
He waited for a moment, watching me with a smug grin, waiting for an answer. But I was too busy trying to keep my cool, my mind racing, trying to find a good comeback.
But before I could even think of something clever, he turned around and started walking away, his broad shoulders shrugging as if to say, "I take that as a yes." The fabric of his sweatpants clung to his tight ass, showcasing every curve and muscle as he moved. It was like watching a god stride away from me. And for a second, I felt a weird mix of frustration and arousal. He knew I couldn't resist him.
I watched as his broad back disappeared through the door, the muscles flexing with each step. It was what he needed, to feel like this wasn't an agreement but his decision. And I'd give it to him, because deep down, I knew it was a shared need we were both eager to explore and satisfy.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of tension and unspoken desires. We avoided each other, our glances furtive and filled with a silent challenge. The banter was the same as always, the usual brotherly teasing and jabs, but whenever we the brotherly banter took a sexual turn, it was charged with something new and electric.
Days stretched into a week, and as much as I thought the tension between the two of us would rise, it remained a simmering pot that never quite boiled over. We had our moments, sure – the occasional jab at dinner, the casual way he'd made me curse, but that wasn't unusual. We'd been doing that for years.
But the thought of him sexually... that was the new element. It was like I had suddenly realized there was a treasure chest hidden in the attic of our house, and it was filled with all the things I had never even dared to think about. And yet, it didn't feel so off. In a weird way, it felt natural. Like the universe had been hinting at it all along, but I had been too oblivious to see it.
We both knew what was simmering just beneath the surface, but neither of us made the first move. It was a delicate dance, a silent standoff of wills. In the end, it was Zac who finally broke the act, asking me to drive with him to his training session one evening.
The invitation came casually, tossed into the air like a hot potato that neither of us wanted to grab. "You're going to be at the house at 4, right?" Zac had asked, his voice as nonchalant as ever. "Yeah, I've got that training session again. I thought last time was fun. You should come along."
As always, I wasn't a fan of watching practice. Did I really wanted to see a bunch of dudes grunting and sweating, playing sports? Well no... at least not because of the sports. But watching Zac, especially after last time? That was a whole different story. Plus, I knew what his invitation really meant. It was his way of crank up the heat without actually saying it. And boy, was I ready to turn that heat into a full-blown inferno.
The week had been a weird mix of agony and bliss. No Henry, no Zac, and not even the sweet release of my own hand. Every little thing seemed to be a turn-on, from the way the fabric of my jeans hugged my ass to the way the shower water hit my cock at just the right angle. But I resisted, letting the tension build like a coil ready to snap. It would only make my next time with Zac sweeter, and that was enaugh motivation to keep my hands to myself.
When he finally asked me later that day, it was with the same casual air he used when asking for the remote. "Ready to go, little bro?" he called out from under my doorway, trying to act like it was no big deal... Was it even a big deal? Maybe not. Maybe he just wanted the company, or maybe he thought it would be fun to see me squirm in my seat watching him flex and grunt. But I couldn't ignore the little voice in the back of my head whispering that it was more than that. That he wanted me to see him in his element, to crave him like I had the night we first hooked up.
But I didn't let on. I played it cool, casually hopping off my bed. "Yeah, sure. I've got nothing better to do." I grabbed my keys off the nightstand and sailed past him, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. But as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, my heart began to race. I could feel his eyes on me as we made our way to the car, a silent challenge that I hadn't quite figured out how to navigate yet.
During the drive, Zac talked about his training regimen, his muscles flexing as he gestured with his hands on the steering wheel. The way the light hit his biceps made my mouth water, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes on the road. His voice was low and gruff, the kind of tone that made me want to crawl into his lap and never leave. But instead, I nodded along, asking questions where appropriate, keeping the conversation light and nonchalant.
When we arrived at the field's parking lot, the sun was dipping low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the expanse of green. The sound of cleats against pavement and the distant grunts of men warming up filled the air. Zac parked the car with a jerk, cutting off the engine with more force than necessary. His muscular frame tensed as he turned to look at me, the light playing off his chiseled jaw and highlighting the intensity in his eyes. "Already regret saying yes?" he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he opened his door.
Reluctantly, I followed suit, stepping out into the cool evening air. The scent of freshly cut grass and sweat hit me like a wall, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of watching Zac dominate the field. "Could you be any more annoying?" I mumbled under my breath, not really expecting a response.
Zac chuckled, slapping me playfully on the back. "Come on, it'll be fun. You can learn something from watching real men play." His smirk was infectious, and I found myself rolling my eyes in a half-smile as we approached the field. The other guys were already stretching, their muscles rippling in the fading light.
I took a seat on the bleachers, just like last time, watching as Zac stripped down to his shorts and tank top, revealing his god-like physique. He was all hard lines and bulging muscles, a beefy but defined man... and he was my brother. Pity...
The other guys greeted him with slaps on the back and chuckles. They were all in their early twenties, muscular and toned from hours of training. They stretched together, their bodies moving in a synchronized ballet of testosterone and bravado. Coach barked out orders, and they responded with grunts and nods, eager to prove themselves to the man they clearly revered.
But then, my eyes fell on Jason. The coky muscle stud sauntered onto the field, late of course, his pale skin almost glowing in the fading light. His blond hair was styled to perfection, not a strand out of place, and he had that same smug look on his face that I had seen a hundred times before. He was dressed in a pair of shorts that left nothing to the imagination and a tank top which allowed a good view of his biceps. The sight of him was like a sucker punch to the gut, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of desire and annoyance.
Jason spotted me in the stands and grinned, giving me a little wave. It was as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, and he reveled in it. He strutted over to where the team was warming up, but changed his decision as it seems him. He turned after a few more steps and approached me instead, the muscles in his legs flexing with each step. "Look at you, the little brother, all alone," he said, his voice dripping with fake pity. "Already back here, watching the big boys play?"
"Shut up, Jason," I muttered, not bothering to hide my annoyance. But he just chuckled, stepping closer so that his crotch was at eye level with my seated position. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.
My eyes couldn't help but drift over his bulging arms, and I knew, as much as it galled me, that it was his ego as much as his biceps that had me squirming in my seat. The way he looked at me, like he already owned me, was a potent aphrodisiac. It was a heady mix of power and lustthat I hadn't quite figured out how to handle. I wanted to slap that smug look off his face, but at the same time, I couldn't ignore the way my body responded to his nearness.
"What's the matter?" Jason goaded, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "See something you like?" He flexed his arm as if on cue, making his tricep bulge even more. It was impossible not to stare. I felt a twitch of arousal in my pants, and I hated myself for it. It was like he had a direct line to my desires, and he was pulling all the strings.
But I wasn't about to let him win. I leaned back, feigned nonchalance, and said, "As a matter of fact, I do." Then, with a sly smile, I turned my gaze out to the field where Zac was busy stretching, his powerful thighs, hid broad back, and the way his ass flexed with each movement of his legs. "But it's not you, Jason."
Jason's smug expression faltered, just for a moment. He knew exactly what I was referring to, and he couldn't help but look over to Zac too. The tension between us grew thick, a silent battle of wills. "Oh, really?" he said, his tone dripping with challenge. "I'm bigger than him in every way that counts."
I couldn't resist a little smirk. "Maybe, but as we both know, I should know better who of you is better in what... Don't you think?"
Jason's eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, Zac's voice boomed across the field, "Yo Jason coming to join, or you gonna stand there all day?" I knew Zac did it on purpose, and the second he noticed Jason was next to me. He couldn't stand the idea of anyone else laying claim to me, even if it was just in his mind.
Jason's smirk dropped as he took one last look at me, his eyes lingering on me before he turned away. "Looks like the you bro dosn't want me to keep you company," he said with a shrug, before jogging off to join the team.
As the practice unfolded, I couldn't help but feel the weight of Zac's eyes on me every time he looked over. It was a strange mix of possessiveness and hunger, and it sent shivers down my spine. I had to admit, it was exhilarating, knowing that despite his tough exterior, I had gotten to him. And as much as I enjoyed the power play, I couldn't deny that I was eager for him to claim me again, to show Jason that I was his, even if it was just in our twisted little game of cat and mouse.
What I didn't anticipate was the feeling that washed over me as practice ended and the players made their way toward the locker room. Zac lingered, his teammates slapping him on the back and joking around, but his eyes remained on me, a promise of what was to come. That idiot was mad again. Mad because I'd talked to Jason. Mad because he knew, deep down, that I was playing him. And I had to say, it didn't bother me. In fact, it kind of turned me on. The thought of him all riled up, his muscles tense and ready to pounce.
As the session found an end and last player disappeared into the locker room, Zac finally broke away from the group, striding over with that same cocky swagger that made him so irresistible. My heart hammered in my chest as he approached, my palms suddenly slick with a mix of nerves and desire. He stopped right in front of me, blocking my view of the setting sun, his shadow falling over me like a looming presence. "You enjoying the show?" he said gruffly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very air between us.
I forced a casual shrug. "It's not every day you get to see such a display of manliness." Zac's smirk grew wider. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. "You know, little bro, you're starting to get a taste for this."
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my cool facade. "What can I say? It's all very... educational." I turned to look him in the eye, the heat from his body washing over me. "But I have better things to do than watch you train. So rest assured, I won't be here next time unless you give me a good reason." I smiled sweetly, the challenge in my voice unmistakable.
Zac's grin grew wide, but he only snorted, his eyes flashing with something that looked suspiciously like jealousy. "You really think he's better than me?" he said, crossing his arms over his massive chest. "I've seen the way he looks at you, like you're some kind of trophy to be won."
Of couse he had to shift the topic back to Jason, like a dog with a bone, Zac just couldn't let it go. "He just enjoys the chase, Zac. Don't let it get to you," I said, my voice even as we made our way to the car. But the words didn't hold the same power they had earlier. The truth was, I liked the chase too, and the idea of having two hot, muscular guys vying for my attention was a thrilling thought.
Zac scoffed, his eyes narrowing. " I know you like it when he does that, so even if he is the one coming for you, it's because you let him." His jaw was tight, and the muscles in his neck bulged as he spoke, betraying his anger.
"You're one to talk," I shot back, refusing to let him pin the blame on me. "You're the one who put on that little show for him, remember?" The memory of that night was burned in my mind, the way Zac had looked down at me, so full of power and desire. It had been intoxicating, and I knew it had only served to pique Jason's interest even more. "You made him watch." I said before adding, "So bear the consequences of your demonstration of power."
We reached the car, the silence between us thick with unspoken words and desires. Zac's gaze remained locked on me, his eyes a storm of emotions I couldn't quite decipher. He opened the door for me, the gesture oddly gentlemanly from a guy who had never shown me something else than his raw, dominant side.
I slid into the passenger seat, and he closed the door with a gentle thud. The engine roared to life, and we peeled out of the parking lot, the tires squealing as Zac's aggression spilled into his driving. We didn't speak on the way home. The rain, that had suddenly started to come down hard, washed over the windshield in thick sheets, reducing visibility to almost nothing. The wipers swiped back and forth in a frantic dance, trying to keep up with the deluge. The sound of the rain pounding against the metal was almost deafening, echoing the thunderous rhythm of my racing heart.
Zac's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white as he navigated the treacherous roads. His jaw was set, and every muscle in his arms looked like it was ready to snap. The heavy rain made it difficult to see anything beyond the car, turning the world outside into a blur of light and shadow. I found myself leaning in, my eyes glued to the road through the windshield, silently willing us to make it home without incident.
As we pulled into the driveway, the house loomed before us, the rain making it nearly impossible to see it clearly. Zac killed the engine next to me and turned around, his expression serious. "Look, if you're going to mess around, at least be smart about it," he said, his voice gruff.
"Mess around?" I echoed incredulously. "I don't think it's up to you to decide how and with whom I mess around."
Zac's eyes narrowed. "You know what I mean. I'm your older brother, and it's my job to look out for you. You can't just flirt with guys like Jason and expect me to sit back and do nothing."
"Flirt?" I scoffed. "I'm not flirting. I'm just... existing!" I suddenly yelled, my voice rising to match his. "You're so possessive it's ridiculous!"
"Possessive?" He echoed, his own voice climbing an octave. "You think this is about possessiveness? This is about protecting you from assholes like him!"
"Dude! You two are like the same person when it comes to that!" I shot back, my voice dripping with amusement.
"Thats not the point. I can be like that with you because we're family!" Zac yelled back, his voice reverberating in the confined space of the car. The rain outside blocked out any chance of anyone hearing us and it was clear that we both took this oppertunity to finally let out all the pent up tension between us. "But him? He's just using you for his own sick pleasure!"
"Oh, please!" I rolled my eyes. "You act like you don't get off on it too!" My voice was just as loud as his, the sound of the rain on the roof only fueling my anger. "And even if I was with him, which I'm not, it's none of your business!"
Zac's eyes flashed with fury. "I don't give a shit," he growled, his voice low and intense. "But the thought of him... touching you... it just does something to me." His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might punch the steering wheel.
Instead, he took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort of controlling his emotions. I watched the play of muscles, the way his neck tightened, and realized that maybe, just maybe, I should ease off. But before I could apologize or say anything, Zac's gaze met mine. For a short moment, we became silent, the only sound the heavy patter of rain outside. And then, without a word, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup my face. My mouth already parted in anticipation, our eyes locked until the very last second, and then our lips collided.
It was a bruising kiss, full of passion and anger, the kind that made me feel alive and alive in a way that nothing else could. His tongue slid past my lips, demanding and claiming, as if to prove that I belonged to him. Our teeth clashed, and I could taste the salt of his sweat on his skin. It was primal, and it was exactly what we needed.
I grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer, my body responding to his touch like it had been programmed to. His other hand slid around to the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair as he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth, feeling the heat pool in my belly and spread outward. The rain pounded on the car roof like a drumbeat, setting a frantic rhythm to our passion.
Zac's grip on me tightened. His arms, those strong, powerful arms that had held me down and pushed me to my limits, were now crushing me to him as if he never wanted to let me go. My smaller frame was no match for his muscular embrace, but instead of feeling trapped, I felt safe, consumed by his desire. My own hands traveled up his broad back, feeling the slickness of cold sweat and the ripples of his spine. The rain outside had turned our little bubble of heat and passion into a steamy cocoon, the sound of the drops hitting the metal a soothing backdrop to our tumultuous emotions.
It had always been like this between us, a subtle dance of power and submission. Zac, the controlling force, and me, the one who didn't mind giving in, as long as I had my say in the end. The tension in the car had vanished as we kissed, and when it came to an end, it was long gone. We broke apart, both of us breathless and panting, each of us falling back into his own seat.
For a moment, we didn't search for eye contact. It was strange, not because of the intimacy - we had crossed that line before - but because it was a kiss like that, filled with more tension than passion.
Zac was the first to break the silence, his voice gruff and strained. "We should burn off some of this energy before we do something we'll regret again," he murmured, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and something else I couldn't quite place. I nodded, my throat dry and my heart still racing from the kiss.
Without another word, he climbed out of the car, the door slamming shut with a finality that echoed through the night. I followed, the cool rain hitting my overheated skin like a slap. The chilly air was a stark contrast to the fire raging in my belly, and I couldn't help but shiver as I watched Zac stride into the house, his muscles flexing with every step.
Zac didn't say a word as we both stepped into the house, soaked to the bone from the sudden downpour. The TV blared in the background, the sound of cheers and grunts from the game onscreen mingling with the rain's steady rhythm. Dad and Henry didn't look up, engrossed in their testosterone-filled bubble of sports.
My eyes followed Zac as he climbed the stairs, the water droplets sliding down his muscled arms, tracing the valleys and peaks of his body. His footsteps were heavy on the wooden steps, a stark contrast to my light tread as I trailed behind him. When we reached the landing, I could see his broad shoulders tense, the fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin like a second layer. His wet shorts clung to his thighs, revealing the outline of his growing arousal.
I followed Zac down the corridor to the door of my room, then he past it, leaving me with a sudden rush of anticipation. I guess, that was it for the night. But just as I was about to push the door open, his quiet voice echoed down the hall, "Care to join me in the shower?"
I looked up at him, surprised by his sudden invitation. The mood in the car had been intense, but the playfulness in his voice was unexpected. My heart skipped a beat as I weighed my options.
He had stopped mid-step, his hand hovering over the knob to his own room. His head slightly turned, and that's when I saw it. That sly smile that was so characteristic of him. "So?" he asked again, his voice a low purr that sent a thrill down my spine. I had expected us to part ways, to hide our desires behind the facade of brotherly banter again, but here he was, laying it all out, bold as brass.
For a moment, I just stared at him, the rainwater dripping off my clothes and mixing with the growing wetness between my legs. Then, I couldn't hide a smile. "What if Henry and Dad see our shoes in the corridor downstairs?" I teased, my voice low and sultry.
Zac just smirked and glanced at his smartwatch. "It's 9:30," he said, his voice a sexy rumble. "The game won't end before 10. They're glued to the TV." He took another step closer, the heat radiating off his body making my skin tingle. "We've got half an hour. Plenty of time to burn off some of this energy."
I swallowed hard, my hand closing around the doorknob to my room. Without looking back, I twisted it shut, the soft click echoing through the hallway. It was answer enough for Zac. He opened the door to his own room with a knowing smile, and I followed him with a few quick steps. As I closed the door behind me, the sound of our wet clothes peeling away from our skin filled the air. He was already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted abs and chest that I had grown so familiar with, yet never failed to appreciate.
"What?" He chuckled, catching me staring again. "You've seen it all before."
"I know, but..." I trailed off, unable to articulate the sudden surge of desire that had me in its grasp. "I love seeing that body of yours."
Zac chuckled, his abs rippling with the movement. He tossed his shirt aside and stepped closer to me. His hand found the bottom of my own shirt, and before I knew it, he'd pulled it over my head, revealing my bare chest to the cool air. "Well, if that's what you want..." he said, his eyes raking over me with the same hunger I felt. "We can arrange something for you... But for now, we only got about 20 minutes for the real fun, so let's keep that for another time."
I nodded, biting my lip to keep from begging. The idea of Zac giving me control was a thrilling thought, but the thrill of the secret and the danger was too much to resist. He stepped closer, his warmth seeping into my skin as he pushed me back against the door, his own shirtless form pressing into me. The rain had left us both sticky with desire, and I could feel his erection poking against my stomach.
"Take my shorts off," Zac demanded, his eyes never leaving mine as his hands remained on my shoulders, holding me in place.
I smirked, playing along with the game, and reached down, my fingers slipping under the waistband of his shorts. I felt the heat of his arousal, the fabric sticking to his skin as I pulled them down, revealing the impressive bulge that had been hidden beneath. His cock sprang free, already slightly hard, and I couldn't resist giving it a gentle squeeze.
Zac groaned, "God, how I love those hands of yours," as I wrapped my fingers around his growing length. His grip on my shoulders tightened, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before snapping open again. "But not here," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "The shower."
He stepped back, allowing me to drop his shorts to the floor. His erection bobbed before us, not fully hard but definitely eager, a clean-shaven beauty that had my mouth watering. The rain had done little to cool my desire for him. The way the water had clung to him, tracing every contour of his muscular body, had only served to make him more appetizing. His abs, the bottom of which formed a perfect V, pointed down to his treasure trail, a thin line of light brown hair that grew sparser as it approached the base of his cock. The sight was mouthwatering.
My eyes traveled over the length of him, taking in his thickness and the way his shaft curved slightly to the left. The head was already beginning to swell, the tip a delicious shade of plum that begged for attention. His balls hung low and heavy, nestled in a sack that was tight and full, promising a bountiful reward for my efforts. I couldn't help but lick my lips, my hand itching to reach out and cup him, to feel the weight of him in my palm, to explore his velvety skin and the veins that bulged with every heartbeat. "Fuck.. me...." I whispered, more to myself, lost in the beauty of my brother's body.
Zac had heard it, and when he spoke back, my eyes were drawn back up to his face, his own dark with a smoldering lust that had been kindled anew. He took a step back, his cock jutting out proudly, a silent declaration of his intent. "If that's what you want," he murmured, the words a seductive promise that sent a shiver down my spine. "Follow me."
With that, he turned and strode into the adjoining bathroom, the sound of his bare feet on the cold tiles echoing in the quiet room. I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped out of my own sodden clothes, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. My eyes never left his broad back as he reached into the shower stall, the muscles in his arms flexing as he cranked the hot water knob. Steam began to fill the room, the mirrors fogging up with the sudden change in temperature.
My brain had shut down for a moment, unable to process the sudden turn of events. But Zac's teasing voice from the bathroom brought me back to reality with a jolt. "If you want a piece of this," he called out, "you'd better move your ass in here. If you haven't forgotten already," he added with a chuckle, "today's a timed event." The smugness in his tone was palpable, and I felt the lust burning through me, my body responding in ways that were becoming all too familiar.
I didn't bother with modesty or grace; I just peeled off the rest of my clothes and stumbled after him, the heat of my arousal making me light-headed. The bathroom was already steaming up, the sound of the shower spraying hot water against the tiles music to my ears. My eyes were glued to Zac's back, his muscles rippling as he turned the water to just the right temperature.
He didn't turn to look at me as I entered the shower, his eyes focused on the water cascading down his body, the droplets bouncing off his broad shoulders and down his chiseled back.
"On a timer, huh?" I smirked as I stepped into the shower, the water hitting my skin like a warm embrace. "Guess I better make it count."
With a wicked glint in my eyes, I approached Zac, the water running down my body and mixing with the rainwater that still clung to my skin.
By now he had turned around, his arms folded over his chest, watching me with a knowing smile. I knew the rules of our twisted little game, and I had no intention of breaking them. "One minute," I murmured, as I stepped closer, the water cascading around us like a curtain of desire.
He instantly knew what I was up to, a smirk playing on his lips as he raised his arms and leaned back against the tiles, giving me full access to his sculpted body. The timer in my mind started ticking, and I went to work.
My hands were greedy, moving up his neck as I leaned in, as if to kiss him. He took the bait, leaning in to claim what was his, but I had other plans. I turned my head aside, my mouth grazing his cheek. The heat of his breath brushed against my ear, his chuckle low and deep, as he realized my intentions. "Teasing me, are we?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
I felt the corner of my mouth twitching. That guy was so hot, it was ridiculous. Every part of him was sculpted to perfection. I couldn't help but let my hands wander. They slid down the sides of his neck, feeling the tautness of his skin, the way the muscles moved beneath my fingertips like a living statue. His shoulders were broad and strong, the perfect balance of power and grace. My fingers traced the line of his collarbone for a second before moving to his chest. His pecs were firm, each one a testament to the hours he spent in the gym, pushing his body to the limit. I felt his heart beating fast beneath my palm, a sign that he was just as turned on as I was.
I stepped closer, the water sluicing down my own body to pool at my feet. I let my eyes wander over his abs, the way they rippled with every breath he took, the way the shadows played across the planes of his body. His cock was standing tall now, a thick, proud member that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his heart. I knew what I had to do. I dropped to my knees, the water making the tiles slick and cold against my skin. The sudden movement made Zac suck in a breath, his eyes on me. He didn't say anything, just watched me with a smug expression that said he knew exactly he would get what he wanted.
But I enjoyed it just as much. My hands slid down his body, tracing the path of the water droplets as they ran down his abs, my fingers brushing over the light dusting of hair that grew thinner as I approached his cock. I took a moment to appreciate the way his thighs tensed as I got closer, the way his breath hitched in anticipation. When I finally reached him, I didn't waste any time. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat and weight of him in my palm. He was already hard, the skin velvety soft and yet firm under my touch.
Zacs eyes never left mine as my hand found its way to his cock. He dropped his arms to his sides, his stance open and welcoming. The smugness on his face had been replaced by something more primal, something that made me much more aroused than I thought was possible. I stroked him slowly from base to tip, feeling the velvety softness that was almost incongruent with the steel-like hardness beneath. It made me feel bolder than ever.
"Look at this," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "It's like it's been waiting for me all this time." I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over the head of his cock. "So smooth," I murmured, my fingertips tracing the path of a vein that bulged under his skin. "I could spend hours just feeling you."
Zac's eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with desire. "Next time," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Time's ticking."
Ignoring his words, I leaned in closer, my breath hot against the sensitive skin of his shaft. I kissed the tip gently, feeling it twitch against my lips. His cock was indeed a thing of beauty, hairless and smooth as silk, the perfect size to wrap my hand around. My thumb stroked the slit at the tip, feeling the bead of pre-cum that had formed. It was a heady sensation, knowing that I had brought him to this point of arousal, and the thought of tasting him was too tempting to resist.
I leaned in closer, my eyes fluttering shut as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. The salty taste of his precum mingled with the freshness of the shower water, and I savored it like it was the sweetest nectar. My hand continued to stroke the base of his shaft as I began to work my way over the upper half of his length.
"Ah... How I love it when you show me this side of you," Zac groaned, his voice strained as he watched me sucking the part of his cock that was still easy to handle with my mouth. His hands found their way into my hair, not pushing but more like he was afraid I might pull away. He knew the struggle was real for me. He was too big to fit comfortably all the way into my mouth, but the effort was starting to show.
I tried to keep the straining of my jaw to a minimum as I took Zac's cock into my mouth, my cheeks hollowing out as I applied suction. His eyes never left me, his pupils dilating with every stroke of my tongue. His hands tightened in my hair, not in pain but in the sweet agony of pleasure, urging me on with his silent praise. "Look at you, trying to be a good little cockslut," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark amusement that had my own cock straining against my thigh.
I liked the challenge, the feeling of his cock filling my mouth, stretching my lips around his girth. And Zac? He loved watching me try, the power of his size not lost on him.
"Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" Zac taunted, his voice thick with arousal. I pulled back slightly, my teeth grazing his shaft, making him hiss. "You want more, don't you?"
I didn't answer with words. Instead, I took a deep breath and plunged back down, taking him as deep as I could. His hands tightened in my hair, and his hips jerked forward, pushing him further into my mouth. I gagged a little, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat, but I didn't stop. I liked the way his body reacted to my ministrations, the way his abs tightened and his breathing grew ragged. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I could make this manly hunk of a man lose control.
And oh boy, did he lose control, his hips bucking the second I hit that magical spot at the back of my throat, the one that made his eyes roll back and his breath hitch. He didn't even try to hold back, his cock pulsing with the power of his climax, his thighs trembling with the effort of not pushing me away. I felt his warm seed fill my mouth, the taste of him coating my tongue, and I swallowed it down eagerly, the feeling of his pleasure becoming my own.
The sound of his grunts filled the shower stall, echoing off the tiles and mixing with the patter of the water. His hands clenched in my hair, guiding me through the motions, and I took him deeper, my eyes watering with the effort but not caring. This was what I lived for, the feeling of him coming undone under my touch.
As Zac's orgasm subsided, his grip on my hair loosened, and he leaned back against the wall with a sigh of satisfaction. I pulled away slowly, licking my lips to clean off the last traces of his cum, savoring the taste. His cock was still hard, pulsing gently, a testament to his stamina.
"Fuck, that was..." He trailed off, unable to find the words. His eyes searched my face, as if looking for something, but I knew what he saw. The desire, the lust, the thrill of the taboo. It was all written there for him to see, and he liked it. A lot.
I wanted to stand up, to gulp down air and process what had just happened, but Zac's hand remained firmly on the back of my head, his grip not painful but insistent. "What?" I asked confusedly, glancing up at him through wet lashes. His grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that had yet to be fully sated.
"You're not leaving this spot until you cum for me." Zac's words were a command, his voice a velvet rumble that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. My knees were already starting to ache from kneeling on the tiles, but the way his hand was gripping my hair told me that he wasn't done with me yet.
"The hell I will," I shot back at him, annoyed that he had the audacity to keep me on my knees, but the fire in his eyes and the smug grin on his lips only served to fuel my own arousal.
I tried to push against his hand, to stand up, but he was too strong. The smug expression on his face made me want to smack him, but I knew that was the last thing that would make him budge.
"Fuck off, Zac," I shot back. But he just chuckled, his grip on my hair tightening.
"Look at your cock," Zac said with a smug smile, his eyes dropping to the erection jutting from my body. "You're so fucking hard. I bet it's going to be quick."
My cheeks flushed with a mix of annoyance and arousal. I knew he was right; the way my body was responding to his, the way my cock was begging for his touch, was a clear indication of just how much I wanted this. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it.
Instead, my hand shot out and grabbed his balls, my fingertips digging in slightly as I gave him a warning gaze. He understood immediately, his smug smile fading into one of surprise. It was a silent declaration of war, a challenge that said I wouldn't be so easily dominated.
"Fine," Zac said, "You want to play it like that?" He released my hair, his hand moving to his own cock, which was already starting to harden again. "Lame... But I guess you win this one."
I smirked, standing up to face him. I let go of his balls and took one last lick of his still-sensitive dick, savoring the taste of him before I was back at the height of his pecs, our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. "You're hot, Zac," I murmured, "but not that hot you get it?"
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing across his features. "Is that so?" he said, his voice a low rumble of challenge. He reached down to cup my chin, his thumb tracing my jawline as his gaze searched my eyes. "We will see who will do what for whom in the future"
With that, Zac turned away, his wet body glistening in the shower light as he began to wash himself. I couldn't help but watch, my eyes devouring every inch of him. The soap slid over his broad shoulders, down his muscular back, and over the curves of his ass.
I followed his lead, the hot water cascading down my body as I lathered up, our eyes meeting in the foggy mirror. His smile was genuine, and for a brief moment, I saw past his exterior to the brother beneath. It made me smile in return, a genuine smile that was filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the steam in the room. We had always had our issues, but here, in this moment, we had something pure.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back to let the water wash over me. The feeling was heavenly, the heat soothing my sore muscles and the spray hitting my face like a gentle kiss from the sky. I heard Zac next to me, his movements efficient as he rinsed off the last traces of soap. The moment of passion had passed, and now we were just two siblings sharing a shower, as if nothing had happened.
I heard Zac slid the glass door open, the sound of it squeaking slightly on its track. I turned my back to the water, letting it run down my spine as I watched him. He stepped out of the shower, his body a masterpiece of wet, glistening muscles. The water beaded on his skin, tracing the contours of his back and legs. His cock was still semi-hard, hanging low and heavy between his thighs, leaving a trail of water droplets in its wake.
I stepped out of the shower, feeling the cold air hit my hot, wet skin. Zac was already towel-drying his hair, his back to me. He glanced over his shoulder, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he offered me a towel. I took it, wrapping it around my waist, feeling a bit awkward as I tried to mimic his casual confidence. He noticed the tension in my movements and couldn't resist teasing me. "Don't tell me you're getting shy after what just happened?" he said before averting his gaze from the towel in his hands, only to wrap it around his waist.
He stepped closer, the warmth of his body enveloping me despite the chill in the air. His towel barely covered his lower half, giving me a peek at the base of his still-erect cock. "You had no problem sucking on that a minute ago," he said, his voice low and teasing, "but now it's weird to dry off together?" He leaned down, his hand dropping to give his balls a gentle lift, the towel riding even lower.
I tried to play it cool, tossing the towel over my shoulder with a shrug. "Whatever. It's just a dick, right?" I reached out, my fingers grazing the side of his cock.
Zac's smirk grew, and he stepped closer, the fabric of our towels brushing together. "Is that all I am to you?" he asked, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"It's certainly one of your best parts," I quipped back, a cheeky smile playing on my as I passed him, walking into his bedroom. "Now how about you land me a shirt to wear?"
Zac chuckled, tossing me one of his gym t-shirts that was sprawled over the chair. It smelled faintly of sweat and musk, a scent that was oddly comforting in the tense silence that had fallen between us. I pulled it on, the fabric sticking to my damp skin, the scent of him enveloping me. It was a size too big, hanging low on my shoulders, the hem reaching my mid-thigh. It was a stark reminder of the differences in our sizes, but I liked it that way.
"I guell I'll go then," I said."It's been a wild ride, but I think the fun's over for today." I stepped over to where my clothes were strewn on the floor from earlier, bending down to pick them up.
Zac's eyes followed my movements, his gaze lingering on my bare ass before I was back to standing. "Alright, try not to rub one out thinking about me," he teased, his voice echoing off the tiles as I rolled my eyes and grinned, tossing him a playful glare. "As if," I quipped, turning to leave the room.
