My Elder Brother, My Everything

I woke up in the morning with a big smile on my face. I was so happy. I hadn’t felt like this for a very long time. Today was Sunday and my brother had no office today. I decided to dedicate this day to my brother to properly thank him for all of the time and effort that he had spent providing for me. However, I found myself all alone in my brother’s room. It was 09:00 AM. My brother is an early waker and starts his day around 06:00 AM. I quickly freshened up and went straight to the breakfast table. As expected, my brother cleaned the entire house all by himself and was preparing breakfast for both of us. My mouth dropped when I saw that he was wearing only an apron while cooking showing his awesome ass and body on display. I was lost in the plain sight of that beautiful view. I asked myself, “Am I dreaming? Is this even real? Is he trying to seduce me?” I started remembering my time with him at the club. I stood there for a couple of minutes without being noticed by him and then I greeted him, “Good morning, Bhai. How is your ass today? Hahaha.” He replied, “In a better shape than yesterday but still healing. Hahaha. I applied the cream in the morning as well and that’s why I have kept my skin open. I hope that I’m not making you uncomfortable.” I answered, “Not at all. I’m enjoying the view. Hahaha.” His face turned red with a sweet smile. He asked me, “Come here and taste the salt.” I approached him and stood too close to him. We could feel each other’s breadth in that closeness. I quickly licked the sweat from behind his right ear and responded, “The taste is good.” I observed that both of our heartbeats got pumped up. We both were taking deep and long breaths. My mind was blank and unable to think at all. We both remained in the middle of this chaos for a couple of seconds but it seemed like a lifetime. The time had stopped for us. He asked with his serious face, “Breakfast is ready. Let’s eat together.” He seemed to behave as if nothing has happened. My mind was exploding. I was terrified. I thought that I had completely ruined my relationship with my only family. We started having our breakfast silently. Almost fifteen minutes passed and still no words were spoken. This silence was killing me inside. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I screamed, “TALK TO ME. Scold me, Hit me or throw me out of this house but please say something.” Suddenly, he became alert as if I broke his trance. He replied, “Why would I hit you? You’ve not done anything. I’m the one who gave you mixed signals by showing you my spanked sore ass. I’m sorry.” I started crying loudly. I lost control of my emotions. I covered my face with my hands and put my head down on the table. He instantly came to me and gave me a tight warm hug. He didn’t say a word but I started feeling better automatically. We hugged each other for almost 5 minutes. I composed myself and told him, “I love you so very much. You’re my Everything. I don’t want to ruin our relationship.” He smiled and quickly replied, “I can never ever dislike you even for a moment in my entire life. You’re my life. I love you too.” Listening to his words triggered something in me. I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately with my tongue inside his mouth. We started making out passionately and we lost track of time. Our kiss lasted for almost 20 minutes. After our kiss, we both were smiling in bliss. There was a deep satisfaction among us. I was feeling complete. I decided to lead this relationship and asked him, “We need to talk. First, How did you get that sore ass?” Since I had already known the answer to that question that it was me who did that to him but I wanted to verify if my brother is being honest with me or not. He answered, “Our Company has recently started making a lot of losses due to some external factors. I knew that you were about to graduate college in one week and I needed to pay for your pending hostel fees. Thus, I escorted myself to this town’s only Gay Club to compensate for some extra cash. I know this is very stupid of me but this was my last option. I promise you that was my first and last time. I’m so sorry to disappoint and insult you like this. Please forgive me.” 

I: “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Abhi: “I wasn’t thinking clearly and don’t want to burden you with my problems.”

I: “You mean my own problems?”

Abhi: “Our problems. I’m sorry. I’ll never create any communication gap between us ever again.”

I: “Good.”

We all became silent for a few minutes.

I: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Abhi: “No. Do you?”

I: “No. I experimented with a couple of guys in college but was unable to connect with them on that emotional level to be in a relationship.”

Abhi: “Same here.”

I: “I find this very interesting about the Indian / People of colour is that we find white people sexually very attractive but when it comes to having a serious relationship, we want to date our folks. Hahaha. Interestingly, the white folks too want to fuck and date mostly the white folks only.”

Abhi: “Hahaha.”

I: “This is a double-edged sword for the gay Indian community. One is that we are in rare numbers, a minuscule minority within a minority. Hahaha. Second is that most of us are looking for white folks to fuck but want to marry and have children with Indian dudes. We want a monogamous marriage. How will we ever going to marry if we aren’t sexually attracted to each other? Maybe we need to start an Arranged Gay Matrimony website? Hahaha.”

My brother started laughing loudly. I replied, “OMG. You’re so awesome. Hahaha.” Once we both calmed down a little bit.

I: “Spill the tea about your sexual experience.”

Abhi: “As I already told you that I too experimented with some dudes that I found on multiple gay hookup apps. Most guys just want to have sex and nothing more. I used to feel like a piece of meat. I want to make love and sometimes, a rough bang but connection is important to me. I didn’t get anyone as of now. Fingers crossed.”

I: “Their loss.”

My brother started smiling and told me, “That’s enough chatting, brother. Now, let's discuss the detailed status of our company’s affairs.” We spent hours discussing our work and each other’s roles & responsibilities in our company. It was lunchtime now. My brother asked me to take some rest so that meanwhile, he could cook us lunch. I insisted to assist him but he refused. He commanded me to begin helping him from tomorrow onwards and I should enjoy this Sunday for myself. I agreed and went straight to my room and started exploring it after such a long time. I found a box in my cupboard that wasn’t mine. It must be my brother’s box. I opened it and found that he hid all his sex toys in that box. It contained a large size dildo, lube, condoms, a vibrator plug, chains, handcuffs, ropes, etc. I exclaimed, “Shit. He is so kinky. OMG.” I became too horny. I quickly opened my brother’s pictures that I took in my phone yesterday and started rubbing my dick. I was mourning loudly. I was enjoying this pleasure. I decided not to cum right now but use this sexual frustration for a good purpose. I took out the dildo from the box, wrapped it with a condom and applied lube on it and quickly came downstairs to the kitchen where he was still cooking the food. I asked him, “I found something of yours. Where should I put it?” He answered without realising the topic of discussion, “Put it where it belongs.” I ran towards him, instantly turned off the gas and forcefully inserted that 10-inch lubed dildo in his ass in one go. He screamed in pain and collapsed on the floor. He started crying out of pain and begged me to remove that dildo. I asked him not to move and let his ass adjust to it. I started passionately kissing him to relax him. His pain soon turned into pleasure when I heard him mourning. I asked him in a very dominating voice, “Are you loving this cock in your pussy?” He was unable to speak but a few words came from his mouth, “Ahhh… Oh… my… god… oh… Ahhh.” I started pushing in and out that fucking dildo in his ass. All Out at once and All In at once. I maintained my rhythm and pace. This was making him crazy. He was in so much pain and pleasure at the same time. His dick was fully hard and his precum started leaking. I too got hard by now. My animal spirits came into full force. I grabbed his throat with my bare hands and pushed him into our living room in such a way that he was on the floor carpet and I was sitting on the sofa. I commanded him, “Come on, bitch. Rub your breasts on my leg as if your life depends on it.” I ripped apart his apron and now, he was completely naked and I was fully clothed wearing skin-tight jeans. He looked at me. I tightly slapped his face and then spat on his face. He was shaking from the sheer force. I sexually humiliated him by saying, “You’re nobody right now. Just a two-dollar shameless whore. You’ve no name and no identity. You’re my sex slave. Got that slut?” He moaned and replied in his submissive voice, “Yes, Sir.” He started rubbing his nipples on my leg while I was fucking his ass with his dildo. We both were experiencing pure pleasure and ecstasy. After some time, when my brother’s nipples became sore and red by constant rubbing on my rough jeans, he again looked at me like a thirsty man looking at a pond of water. This time I couldn’t stop myself and started kissing him passionately. At that moment, I was no longer his master but his lover.  He gained control over me and started removing my clothes. First, he removed my T-shirt, then my jeans and then my underwear with his teeth. My mouth was wide open salivating. I was living my fantasy in my real life. My brother quickly started sucking my dick. He took my entire 9-inch cock in one go in his mouth. His cock sucking skills were phenomenal. He created such a suction power that I was about to cum in just a couple of minutes. After realising my delicate situation, I quickly removed his mouth from my cock and instructed him, “Bitch, Come and ride my cock.” He was gasping and took a deep breath. He said nothing and simply sat on my cock. He was riding it like a champ. He mourned loudly, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I’m your slut. Make me your bitch. Destroy my ass. Breed me, Master.” I once again became his master and started fucking him mercilessly. His eyes rolled back into his head. He lost control. We both were just living in that moment and felt alive. It lasted for some time and then I came in his ass. He asked me to feed him my cum. I inserted my four fingers in his ass at once and collected most of my cum from his ass and then I fed him that cum. He was moaning so loudly. We collapsed in each other’s arms and started embracing each other with love and kindness. We started kissing and he whispered in my ear, “I love you so much.” I kissed him again and bit his ear and then whispered in his ear, “I love you too.” We both started laughing. We both gained our control back and my brother told me, “Look, what you have done. We both are messy right now. Let’s go and take a shower together before lunch which I still need to cook. Hahaha.”

We went to take a shower together which was full of hugs and kisses. This was pure love. This was the best shower session of my life. After our shower, we ate our lunch together with constant smiles on our faces. I asked him, “So, Are you a bottom?”

Abhi: “I’m versatile. I love topping and bottoming in equal proportions. Hahaha.”

I: “Good. I’m versatile as well. Hahaha. So, you like rough and wild breeding, right?”

Abhi: “Yes, indeed but I don’t understand the reason why most bottoms shame their tops when they get to know that their tops also like to bottom.”

I: “Some bottoms always want to be an Alpha’s bitch. According to them, an Alpha has to be a toxic man fucker. Hahaha.”

Abhi: “Hahaha.”

Silence arrived like a deep freeze.

I hesitantly told my brother, “I need to tell you something important.”

Abhi: “Tell me.”

I: “I reached home early last evening and after finding the locked door went to the only gay club in our town…”

Abhi’s face started sweating and before I could have completed my sentence, some random words came out of his mouth, “Ahhh… What are you trying to tell me?” My brother sighed. His face dropped.

I: “It was me. I entered that private room once I saw an old hag trying to enter the same. I had no clue you were there.”

My brother looked terrified and started gasping for air. Before I could have consoled him, he ran away from the living room to his room and locked himself.

To Be Continued.

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