Yep, I know been too long and this was long overdue. But here it is anyway. Tell me what you think about it. I improved the pacing and minimize the introspection to make it easier to read.
~AL
Brodie’s room was a damp, cold basement.
While me and the rest of my brothers had warm rooms upstairs, he took the gloomy, forgotten space no one else wanted. The attic could’ve been an option, but the floorboards up there were rotting and ready to cave in.
I told him I’d be fine on the couch, that he should take one of the proper rooms instead. But Brodie dismissed it. Said it was fine. Said we should each have our own space, and he didn’t need much.
That was just the kind of person he was. Typical Brodie. Always putting himself last.
I’ve wanted to do something for him for a long time and tonight finally felt like the chance.
The chill was even more daunting as we descended the stairs. I’d been down here more times than I could count, but it still got to me every time.
The place looked like a set from a horror movie. Cold concrete walls, flickering light bulb, and a washing machine that seemed like it was part of the furniture.
On one corner. He got his personal space.
His bed was nothing more than a thick, worn-out mattress on the cold concrete floor, sunken in the middle, covered by a ratty blanket and a single pillow that had lost its fight to stains. A scratched-up dresser sat nearby, the veneer almost peeling off, and a chair draped with few of his clothes.
Brodie bent down by the mattress and flicked on the old heater. Then he yanked off his flannel, showing off his massive frame. Broad shoulders, solid back, and a lean waist that made everything else look even bigger.
He looked exhausted but he still gave off a powerful vibe.
“I should probably hit the shower first. I smell like shit,” he said, turning to me.
I didn’t realize I was staring.
“You don’t have to,” I said—a little too quick. “I mean, you’re clearly tired. And you don’t even smell bad.”
I chuckled awkwardly.
He looked at me unconvinced.
“You sure? I’ve been sweating all day.”
He lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit then grimaced. “Yeah. That’s ripe.”
I almost choked on my own spit, my cock twitching in my pants. I think he was testing me.
“You’re fine,” I said, swallowing hard. “Just lie on the bed already so I can help you relax.”
He stared at me for a while before he sighed, kicking off his boots.
“Alright. Let’s see what you got, baby bro.”
He flopped down on his stomach, making the mattress dip.
I took a second to calm myself before climbing onto the bed. I straddled his waist and pressed my hands onto his shoulders, massaging him.
Brodie let out a long breath.
“That feels good.”
I bit my lip, kneading harder. “Your muscles all knotted up.”
“Yeah,” he grunted, words muffled by the pillow. “Been a long day.”
I worked my way down to the small of his back, my palms gliding over the hot sweat-slick muscles. Every time I hit a particularly tight spot, he let out a groan that went straight to my dick.
I had to force myself to focus until I finished working his back.
“Flip over,” I said, clearing my throat as I climbed off him.
He grunted, propping himself up.
“I almost fell asleep,” he mumbled, rolling onto his back. “You got some magic hands, Al.”
“There’s more they could do,” I whispered more to myself. But he heard it.
“Guess I’m in for a surprise, huh?” he chuckled.
“Maybe,” I muttered, trying to sound casual.
I made myself comfortable on his side. I was tempted to straddle his waist but that would probably be too weird for him.
I couldn’t help but check him out. His solid chest was lightly dusted with hair, abs defined and slick with sweat. Too tempting. Too sinful. But the sexiest part? That fucking V, pointing straight down to the treasure in between his legs.
Fuck me.
I’d never actually seen Brodie’s cock before, but I’d bet he was packing like Colton.
“You’re good at this,” he murmured, snapping me out of my thought.
“Y‑Yeah?” I stammered. “Glad you find it somewhat relaxing.”
“Very.” He let out a quiet chuckle. “I appreciate you doing this for me, Al.”
“You need someone to take care of you, Brodie,” I said, swallowing hard. “You’re always the one taking care of everyone else.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Doubt anyone’s lining up for that.”
“C’mon, man. That’s bullshit. Anyone’d be lucky to have a guy like you. You’re kind, responsible…handsome,” I mumbled the last part.
"Maybe someday. Right now, I got too much on my plate."
A beat of silence passed between us.
“Good thing you’ve got me, then,” I muttered, my fingers pressed firmly against his chest.
His eyes flickered open, meeting mine for a brief second before closing again.
“You’re a good kid, Al,” he mumbled.
I clenched my jaw, pressing a little harder, making him wince.
"When’re you gonna stop treating me like a kid?"
He chuckled.
"You’ll always be my baby bro. Even when you’re old and couldn’t stand."
“I’d rather skip the ‘bro’ part,” I mumbled.
His eyes cracked open.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
I kept working, avoiding his gaze.
“Nah. I heard you say something.”
"You’re just tired. Hearing things,"
I kept my eyes on my hands.
He chuckled tiredly, chest rising with it.
“Yeah…sure. I probably am, baby bro.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You can stop if you’re tired, Al.”
“I’m not,” I said, quickly. “So just relax.”
He didn’t say another word. Just let his head tip back and sighed. His breathing evened out as I kneaded his chest, massaging the tight knots. But when my thumb 'accidentally' grazed his pink nipple, he sucked in a sharp breath.
Oh fuck.
I glanced up. His eyes were still shut, but his throat moved hard. I waited for him to say something, to open his eyes and call me out.
But he didn’t.
Relieved, I went back to it, sliding my hands down his sweaty abs. Every time my fingers traced the grooves of his six-pack, his stomach tightened.
I couldn’t help but follow the hot trail of hair disappearing beneath the exposed waistband of his boxers.
And when my eyes finally locked on the part that was definitely off-limits...I swear, I almost choked on my fucking spit.
There was a thick bulge stretched from the waist of his jeans. Just from the shape of it…fuck. He was massive.
I tried to keep my hands professional, but—hell. That wasn’t gonna work. Gathering what little control I had left, I slid my fingers lower, dipping just a little inside the edge of his waistband.
He sucked in another sharp breath. I pretended I didn’t notice and kept working below his navel.
I did it again, fingertips slipping inside his waistband deeper. His breath caught, hand twitching against the sheet.
I placed my hand on his jeans, rubbing the fabric, inching closer to his bulge.
“I should probably… work on your legs too,” I murmured, my voice rougher than I meant.
His eyes cracked open, met mine, and for a second neither of us moved.
“Al…” he started, strained. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” I swallowed hard. “Looks like you need it.”
He exhaled hard, debating, then slowly propped himself up, unbuckling his belt. The click of the metal sounded too loud in the quiet basement. He popped the button, dragged the zipper down, and shoved his jeans down his thighs, kicking them off the mattress.
He laid back again, one arm over his eyes.
Now he was just in his old beat-up boxers. The kind with a stretched-out hole right where his balls sat.
Fuck me. I could see a bit of skin, a few blonde hairs peeking through. His cock looked like it was ready to bust out, the fabric doing a shit job of keeping it contained.
I tried not to stare, made myself focus on his quads. His thighs were trunk thick, like he could crush my head between them.
When my fingers brushed the inside of his thigh, his hips twitched. I glanced up. His eyes stayed hidden beneath his arm.
“This okay?” I asked.
His jaw clenched, then he gave a short nod. “Yeah. Feels good.”
I switched sides, working on his other thigh. My hands slid up, and I could feel how tense he was. Every time I tried to sneak my fingers under his boxers, his cock twitched. I was goddamn tempted to just grab it.
I couldn’t stop myself—let my knuckles graze that thick bulge. His other hand gripped the sheet tighter, his breath going rough. He wasn’t saying shit to stop me.
Fuck it.
Without thinking, I reached for it. Gave it a firm squeeze. His whole body went stiff.
“Al…” he grabbed my wrist.
I looked up, heart pounding.
“W-Too much?” I asked, barely above a whisper.
His jaw tightened. He hesitated, then let go. “No. Just... fuck, Al. Be careful.”
He covered his eyes again with his arm.
I swallowed hard, going back at it, massaging his thighs. I glanced up to him, he looked down at me with his arms above him, my fingers skimming under the lower part of his boxers. When he did not stop me this time, I slid higher, until I touched the base of his cock, then grabbed it completely.
It was very thick, hard, and fucking solid.
I exhaled, shaky as hell, it was damp with sweat and precum.
“Does it feel good, Brodie?” I asked, stroking him inside his boxers.
“F-fuck. I don’t know, Al,” he grunted, jaw tight. “This ain’t right.”
That sounded like a yes to me.
His arm was still over his face, but his legs flexed. His hips bucked a little.
I pulled back, then sat between his legs. I reached for his cock again, palming him through the fabric this time. Brodie let out a low groan.
I leaned down, close enough to catch the strong musky scent of sweat and arousal. It was so intoxicating. I couldn't help but moved my face closer, nuzzling against the fabric, breathing him in deep.
"Fuck," I muttered, my voice thick with lust. "You smell so good, Brodie. So fuckin’ hot.”
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “Don’t say that, Al.”
I looked up at him, and find him already looking back at me. I pressed my nose deeper, not breaking eye contact, filling my lungs with his scent.
"It’s mouthwatering, bro. Bet your cock tastes even more delicious."
“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for.” He growled, shutting his eyes.
“I do.”
I decided to take it a step further. I kissed the tip through the boxers before wrapping my lips around it. I could taste the fabric, but underneath it — fuck, he tasted like salt and sweat. So sinful.
"Fuck," he groaned, fingers gripping the sheets.
I started sucking him through the fabric, tongue swirling over the head. I could taste the slick precum leaking.
“Shit—” he choked out, throwing his head back against the pillow, breathing hard. “Oh God.”
I tried to go deeper, but the fabric was in the way. I pulled back, spit trailing from my lips to the wet spot on his boxers.
I look up at him, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He looked down at me, eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, every muscle in his stomach tight.
I slid the boxers down, slow, watching his cock rise up, then slap against his stomach. A fat bead of precum already leaking from the tip.
Holy shit. I knew it.
I stared mouth agape. Brodie was fuckin’ huge. He’s 10 or so inches, thick, and veiny. Colton might’ve been longer, but Brodie? Brodie was it, girthy and heavy, the kind that made you want to wrap your hand around it just to see if you could.
“So fuckin’ big,” I said in awe.
I wrapped my hand around him, barely able to close my fingers around the thick shaft.
“Damn, Brodie,” I whispered, thumbing over the wet slit. “Is this supposed to be a cock or a baseball bat.”
He exhaled slow through his nose, but still didn’t say a word. The silence only made it hotter.
“Look at those veins,” I muttered, tracing it, then slowly stroking his thick meat. A bead of precum oozed from the tip as his cock pulsed. This was beyond hot.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips bucking into my hand.
My own cock was rock hard, straining so bad in my tight jeans.
I leaned down, pressed my face against the base of his cock, and inhaled deep. The scent was thick now, pure sex. Holy fuck. I dragged my nose on his cock, breathing it like a fucking cinnamon stick.
“Mmm—so manly and ripe. Smells so fucking dirty. I love it.”
He groaned hard, his hand twitching at his side like he wanted to grab me but didn’t know if he should.
I licked along the underside, tasting salt and skin, then took the head back into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I hollowed my cheeks, working him deeper, using both hands to pump what I couldn’t fit. His cock throbbed against my tongue.
“Fuck, Al,” he breathed. “Shit, that feels good.”
I hummed. He was so thick, it felt like my mouth was gonna rip. His hand finally found its way to my hair, guiding me to take him deeper.
“Oh fuck,” he gritted. His hips bucked slightly, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag around him.
“Goddamn. Just like that, fuck. Suck me deep.”
I glanced up, and Ho—ly, the look on his face nearly undid me. His face was contorted in pleasure, his lips parted, and his brows drawn together like he couldn’t handle it.
My eyes watered as I tried to take him deeper, lips stretched wide around his girth. Every time he hit the back of my throat, I gagged around him. Hard.
I swallowed couple more inches until his pubes brushed against the tip of my nose.
“Fucking hell,” he gasped, legs bucking. " I can’t believe you took all of it. Hnnng—shit."
I stayed still for a moment, relaxing my throat. I moaned around, trying to breath through my nose.
"Fuck...your throat’s so tight," he groaned.
I started bobbing, letting his thick cock slide in and out of my throat.
“Fuck—Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Go slow, Al. Fuck. I don’t want to accidentally hurt your throat.”
I worked him steady. My hands slid up his stomach, scratching, feeling the hot sweat-slick muscles jerk under my touch.
“You’re taking me so good. Why are you doing this, baby bro?”
I couldn’t respond. My mouth was full of his cock.
Saliva pooled onto his pubes as I worked faster. Tears rolled down my cheek as I keep gagging around his thick hung cock. I glanced up at him through my lashes, catching his parted lips and the deep, throaty moans.
“Fuck, I’m gettin close. You gotta pull off.”
I didn’t. I kept going faster and deeper.
His breathing grew erratic, his hand tightening in my hair as he started fucking my mouth. My jaw ached from the relentless assault. My lips burned from the thick stretch.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. I’m gonna cum." he grunted. "Fuckkkk.”
Suddenly, he yanked my hair back, his cock pulling out with a wet pop, and thick hot ropes of cum shot out, spurting across his chest and abs. So fucking hot, fucking wasted.
I took him right back in, milking what was left, tasting him, licking him clean.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby bro…”
That made my stomach flip. Hearing it rough like that, strained and wrecked.
I was so fucking hard it hurt.
“Jesus—fuck.”
He covered his eyes with his forearm.
I pulled off from him, his cock slapping back onto his stomach, still hard and throbbing. Brodie’s body painted with his release. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before standing up, taking my clothes off.
Brodie’s eyes locked onto me instantly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His gaze dragged over my body. He propped himself up.
“Al. What are you doing?”
I worked my belt loose, unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down, kicking them off until I was bare in front of him.
His dick twitched as his eyes roamed over me.
“You’re killing me, Al,” he muttered, almost under his breath. “Please don’t do this.”
I knelt back down beside him, my hand sliding down his stomach to his juicy cock. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking.
“Tell me you don’t want this Brodie,”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I think we should stop, Al. Before we do something we can’t take back.”
“Too late for that.”
I scooped some of his cum on his abs then reached behind me, smearing it all the way down to my hole, working myself open. I moaned his name as I kept finger-fucking myself with his cum.
Brodie watched me with parted lips. His cock leaked another batch of thick precum.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his eyes filled with lust. “Oh God, please forgive me.”
“Stop involving God, Brodie. This is between you and me.”
I prepped myself until I had three digits in. When I was ready, I climbed over him, positioning myself. The slick tip pressed against me. I spat onto my hand and reached behind me coating him again.
“This is so fucking wrong.” Yet his hands went to grip my hips.
“My hole’s aching for your cock, Brodie. He needs to feel his brother inside.”
He squeezed his eyes shot as I sank down onto him slowly, feeling the swollen head penetrating the first ring. It was hard getting him in.
His cock was so damn thick. My breath hitched at the painful stretch. My fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin as I took him deeper and raw, inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. “Goddamn, Al. You’re so fucking tight.”
A painful cry slipped from my lips as he bottomed out, stretching my hole painfully to accommodate his massive cock.
“Holy sh—shit,” he gasped.
My hole burned. I could feel every inch of him, hot and throbbing inside me. My own cock was leaking so bad.
“Lay back down, Brodie. Just relax, ok?”
Brodie hesitantly flopped back down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is messed up,” he muttered, voice rough, breathless.
I rocked my hips slowly, adjusting to the painful stretch.
“Feels like you’re splitting me open,” I hissed, my nails dragging down his chest.
I rocked forward, slow, dragging him along that spot that made my vision blur. He groaned, his head tipping back to the pillow.
“Fuck, just like that. Take it deep,” he grunted, his hips snapping up into mine.
“Oh f-fuck,” I gasped. “You're so fucking big. So thick. Been waiting my whole fuckin’ life for this cock.”
I started bouncing on him, feeling his thick delicious meat rubbing my insides.
"Al…" He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "Fuck. Don’t stop."
I bounced on him harder.
“Can you feel how my hole really takes your cock, Brodie?”
"Yeah. Fuck," he groaned. “Your pussy feels so damn good.”
“Your cock feels so good, too. It’s the best,” I moaned.
I pulled all the way to the tip then slammed back down against him hard, making him groan louder. Precum dripped from my cock onto his abs, strings of it smearing as I fucked myself onto him.
"I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Brodie." I whispered, rolling my hips. “I’ve fantasized about this a lot. Fuck, the real thing felt way better.”
Brodie groaned, his eyes squeezing shut, his head pressing back into the pillow. I clenched around him, his entire body jerking beneath me.
“I—fuck. That’s messed up, Al,” he groaned.
I dragged my fingers down his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath my hands.
“Can’t help it. You're so fucking hot, Brodie. I can’t get you out of my head, every time you came home from work, all sweaty, smellin’ so good and manly.”
"Fuck," His voice cracked, his thighs twitching beneath me.
I leaned down, pressing my nose against his throat, breathing him in, licking the salt from his damp skin.
“I love your filthy pheromones, brother,” I panted, pressing my lips to his jaw. “I even jerked off a lot of times, smelling your sweaty clothes. Right here on your bed.”
“I love sniffing them, especially your underwear. I always imagined how your cock must’ve been there. I keep smelling and licking those cum stains clean, almost eating the fabric.”
His cock twitched even harder.
“Fuck, Al. You’re fucking filthy.”
“Yeah? Only for you.”
Brodie let out a wrecked, strangled moan as I kept wrecking myself onto him, filling the basement with wet obscene sound of skin slapping skin.
"Shit," he breathed, his hands sliding up my back, holding me close. "You’re squeezing my cock so tight."
Brodie let out a shaky breath, his arms locked around me, his body fully giving in. My cock kept rubbing against his abs sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
"Fuck me harder, Brodie," I whispered.
His hands tightened, then slammed my hips down, fucking me rough and desperate, hitting all the right spots. Knocking the air out of me. He was sweating so damn hard.
“Like that? You want me to wreck you? Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “So needy. You really a slut for your big brother’s cock?”
"Yes—fuck. I’m your slut, Brodie," I gasped, my hands pressing against his sweaty, solid chest. I pushed my chest up, arching into him.
Brodie groaned, his jaw clenched, his breath coming out ragged. The spring kept squeaking beneath the mattress, the quiet basement was filled with sound of sex and pleasure.
"Al…fuck, I’m getting close. You want it inside?"
“Mmm, yes. Fuck, yes. Please. Breed me,” I choked out, my stomach tightening, my entire body tensing, ready to snap. “I wanna feel your cock, shooting inside me.”
I sat up and leaned back, using one hand to brace myself on his thigh while the other hand worked my cock, stroking it hard and fast. Brodie kept pistoning up into me, his pace was brutal and unrelenting.
“Fuck, Brodie. I can’t hold it anymore,” I gasped.
“Yeah. Cum for me. Cum on my cock, Al.”
I moaned like a bitch, eyes rolling back. I came hard onto his stomach and chest, painting him with stripes of white sticky cum as I clenched down on his cock.
"Oh Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. So tight,” he gritted, his fingers digging in, bruising my skin. “Oh shit. Here it comes. Fuck, take it, baby bro. Take my big load—Shit."
He stilled, cock twitching hard, releasing a hot torrent of premium cum, deep inside me. It was fucking heaven. His cock pulsed and throbbed with every filthy spurt as he shuddered in pleasure.
I collapsed onto him, full and gasping.
The room smelled like sweat and sex. The heater rattled filling the silence along with our ragged breaths.
I just had sex with Brodie. I couldn’t believe it.
I stayed draped over him, face pressed against his shoulder, feeling our mess between us.
“That was… really good,” I murmured, smiling lazily.
I waited, but the silence stretched. I looked up. Brodie was staring at the ceiling, eyes unfocused and his face was unreadable.
“Brodie?” I said quietly.
He didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink. Just kept looking up like the ceiling.
I didn’t push. I just lay my head back down on his shoulder, let the silence settle. I knew what he was thinking. Of course I did. I knew how fucked up this was.
“I looked up to you, man,” I said, voice barely more than a whisper. “My whole damn life. You were the strong one. The one who didn’t break. You brought food home when we had none. Came back from work beat to hell and still smiled.”
“I wanted this, Brodie,” I swallowed hard. “It’s fucked up, I know. But I still do.”
He didn’t say anything. Just breathed. Deep and steady. His chest rose and fell.
“I know what this looks like,” he said, finally. “And I know I’m supposed to be losing my shit right now. Saying we messed up. Telling you to forget it. That I was just pent up.”
I didn’t move. Didn’t say a word.
“But I’m not gonna do that,” he said.
My breath caught. I glanced up at him.
“Because… as fucked up as this is, I’ve wanted it too. Longer than I’m proud of.”
I watched him, my mouth slightly open, searching his face, looking for hints that he might be messing with me.
But there was none.
“You remember earlier while you’re makin’ dinner when I got home?” he said, eyes still on the ceiling. “In that damn tank top, looking sexy as fuck, moving around the kitchen like you didn’t know what you were doing to me..”
“Brodie—”
“I used to make up reasons to touch you. Dumb shit—like reaching behind you just so I could feel you. Smell you. I wanted to bend you over that counter and fuck you more times than I can count.”
My mouth went dry. Fuck me. He should’ve just done that.
“There were nights I jerked off in the shower just thinking about how your face would you look like wrapped around my cock,” he said, finally turning to look at me. “And I hated myself for it. But I couldn’t stop.”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink. He was still talking and I didn’t want him to stop.
“You think I’m a good brother, Al?” he whispered. “You think I’m responsible and simple? I’m not. I’m a sick fuck who’s been wanting his baby brother since the day you started looking like this.”
I pressed my mouth to his without thinking. Hard. Messy. He groaned into it, pulling me down, holding me close. My hands went to his hair, tangling as our tongue tasted each other. When we pulled back, our lips parted like Velcro.
“I want you again,” I whispered. “Fuck, Brodie. I need you.”
He growled, flipping us with no warning.
“You want big bro to fuck you again?” he murmured, voice thick and dark. “You my little fucktoy now, Al?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck—yes.”
His cock twitched inside me, already getting hard again. He yanked me close and slammed our mouths together, hot and fast.
And just like that we’re back at it again.
We lost count. Even when he was tired, wrecked from work, he still gave me everything. He barely stopped to breath. He took me again and again like a starving beast. Missionary, legs over his shoulders, doggystyle, cowgirl again, didn’t mattered what position.
By the time we collapsed, I couldn’t even move. We were sweaty, sticky, covered in each other’s juices. I couldn’t lift my arms or even feel my legs. I just laid there, fucked out and full, while he finally passed out next to me.
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I woke up in bliss. I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. My kind, handsome older brother was fucking beast in bed.
His arms were wrapped around me, hugging me close. And not only that. Fuck. His cock was still lodge inside me. We fell asleep with him forgetting to pull out. We even forgot to clean up afterwards. Definitely not a good idea.
“Brodie?” I shake his arm.
He grunted, pushing deeper into me, unconscious. I bit down my lip to prevent me from moaning. His cock was semi-hard. I could feel his morning wood stretching my hole.
I could stay here all day. But I have to clean up and make breakfast.
“Brodie,” I shake him again. He mumbled something unintelligible.
I swallowed, my thighs trembling as I carefully lifted my hips.
But the second I moved, Brodie shifted beneath me. His hips, pushing.
My mouth dropped open, a choked gasp slipping out as I felt him filling me all over. I was so sensitive, my hole clenched around him, making him groan.
I bit my lip, my breath shuddering as I carefully lifted myself again, my muscles straining as I eased off, inch by inch, feeling every slow delicious drag.
The moment he slipped out, his thick cum spilled out, trickling between my ass cheeks.
Fucking hell. That was a lot of cum.
I grabbed the nearest cloth, which happened to be my shirt, then wiped the mess. There were more nasty stains on his old mattress now. Maybe Brodie and I could share my room from now on.
I sit back on my heels, watching Brodie sleep. He was sweaty, and flushed. His chest bare, glistening, moving in slow, even breaths. He was so fuckin hot.
My gaze drifted down.
His cock was half hard. Slick with our combined juices. I bit my lips and leaned down, cleaning it with my tongue. It was nasty, but I loved it. He grunted, his cock hardening but he didn’t wake up. The guy was too exhausted.
After I’m satisfied with my work, I pulled away from him with a wet pop, then gave it a kiss. I’ll get back to this later.
I grabbed a shirt from his dresser, then put it on. I brought the collar to my nose, smelling it. It got his clean scent and the scent of fabric conditioner. I put my dirty shirt along with his clothes into the washing machine and stumbled out of the basement, with shaky legs.
The house was quiet. Colton was out the whole night. He might had passed out in an alley somewhere or slept at some random girl’s house. While Damon might be out on his early morning run.
The kitchen was dimly lit as I walked in, the faint hum of the fridge was the only sound.
To my surprise, Damon was there, sitting at the table, staring intently into his coffee mug, lost in thought.
“Hey, bro. Mornin’,” I greeted casually.
I could tell he was startled a bit. His grip on his cup tightened. I chuckled silently.
He didn’t look up or bother replying. Weird. Even how cold and stoic he was, he would always greet back or at least gave a nod.
I shrugged it off, maybe he just slept at the wrong side of the bed. I started a pot of coffee and grabbed some bacon and eggs from the fridge, working in silence. I still couldn’t wipe the smile on my face remembering how wild Brodie was.
The kettle started to whistle. I turned it off.
“What were you doing last night, Al?” Damon’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and sudden.
I froze for a second, caught off guard.
“W-what?” I turned to face him.
He lifted his gaze from the mug to me. His eyes were cold, unreadable. Almost... judging.
“Did you come out of the basement earlier?” he asked, not breaking eye contact.
My pulse pounded in my ears. My mouth went dry.
“Y-yeah, I guess so. I just gave Brodie last night a massage and I didn’t know I fell asleep on his bed.” I swallowed. The excuse sounded shitty even to my own ears.
His gaze flicked from the shirt I’m wearing then down to my legs.
“I didn’t know massage, involves moaning like a bitch, Al.“
My face paled.
“Damon, that’s not what happened. I—I—"
He slammed the mug down onto the table, spilling some coffee.
“That’s fucking disgusting, Al. How could you do that? To our own brother?” he snarled. “Brodie sacrificed for us, and what? You fuckin seduced him?"
This was the first time, I heard Damon talked like this. He never raised his voice.
“D-Damon, please. Just listen—"
"I thought—Colton was the only fucked up around here. Are you a faggot now, Al?”
My eyes widen as that disgusting slur left his mouth. The word hit harder than a slap.
“What do you think our parents would feel if they’re alive, huh? That their youngest liked being bent down by his older brother, moaning like a desperate whore. Do you liked having cocks shoved down your filthy ass that much?”
I couldn’t respond, too stunned to speak. I could only clench my fist and not gonna lie, I felt like crying.
His hand tensed into a fist on his thigh. My eyes landed down and my breath caught. He noticed me looking and followed where I’m looking at.
“Shut up.” His voice was sharp, defensive. “Don’t fucking say anything.”
I hadn’t even said anything.
“You're hard,” I said anyway. “You’re calling me a faggot and disgusting, but you’re—”
He stood up so fast the chair scraped hard against the floor. He had a boner. It was obviously tenting on his grey sweatpants.
“I said shut up!”
He was breathing hard. His face twisted in fury. Damon looked dangerous but my lust was getting the best of me.
He got one thing right—I was fucking messed up.
I started walking towards him. He watched me with cold expression.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I walked closer to him, and looked down on his straining bulge.
“Giving you what you need,” I said, then dropped to my knees.
Damon froze, towering over me, breath shallow. His eyes were wide. Wild. Caught between anger, panic and something darker.
“S-stop messing around, Al.”
I looked up at him, then to his crotch. His cock strained against the waistband. Tip damp through the cotton. I hesitantly reached up, cupping him through the fabric. He flinched but didn’t stop me.
“You can stop me anytime you want,” I said squeezing him, feeling his cock swell even more. I slowly stroke him through his sweats. His jaw clenched. But still, he didn’t pull away. His eyes were hooded.
I leaned in, breathing him. The smell of faint salt and sweat soaked into the soft cotton along with the thick musk of his cologne. Damon smelled like sandalwood. Manly and mouthwatering.
I glanced up at him through my lashes. His Adam’s apple bobbed, looking conflicted. My lips wrapped around the head through the fabric, swirling my tongue, tasting the faint salt of his precum and the taste of cotton.
“Shi—Is this how you seduced Brodie, huh?” He hissed through his teeth, hand twitching at his side.
The dark wet spot on his sweats widened as I pulled back.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I dragged my tongue along the curve, tasting the heat through the fabric. Damon’s breath caught, his eyes wide, and lips parted.
I didn’t break eye contact as I curled my fingers on the waistband. Slowly pulling it down. His hand gripped the table edge, hard, for support.
His cock sprang free, bouncing in the air as I pulled it halfway on his thighs.
My eyes widened.
Holy shit.
All my brothers were packing. Damon was no exception.
He was just behind Brodie on the length and girth but fuck, it looked like his cock goes to the gym too. Buff and veiny. God, he looked like a mouthful. It took two hands to cover the shaft.
I looked back up at him. His lips were parted and his breathing uneven. He stepped forward just a bit.
“Suck it.”
I didn’t hesitate. I darted my tongue out, dragging it on the underside of his cock, making him twitch. Then, swirled it on the head, tasting him, feeling his weight on my tongue before taking him into my mouth.
He breathed through his nose, shallow and fast.
I hollowed my cheek and took him all in. He groaned and his other hand rested from the back of my head, guiding me.
“Fuck, go deeper,” he grunted.
I obliged, relaxing my throat. His hips jerked, involuntarily, pushing another inch into my mouth. I felt the head hitting the back of my throat, making me gag around him. He closed his eyes, groaning.
I worked him with my mouth, letting him slide in and out of my throat. My drool dripped down my chin as I kept gagging on his cock, soaking the front of my shirt.
My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop.
“Hmmph—Shit, I couldn’t get this out of my head,” he suddenly said, making me pause a bit.
I looked up and found him looking down at me, jaw clenched tight.
“Is this what Brodie saw when you suck his cock?”
Without breaking I contact, I bobbed on his meat.
“Shit. Just like that.” He grunted.
“Fuck. I thought about this the whole night. Jerking off while listening like a creep.” He confessed guiding my head. “What are doing to your brothers, Al?”
I pulled back for a second, gasping, spit connecting us in a thick string that broke on my chin.
“Damon…” I breathed, my hand stroking his cock. “Please. I want your cum. I wanna taste your protein.”
He growled. Without second thought, he shoved his cock back into my mouth, silencing me. I gagged when his cock hit the back of my throat again.
“Is this what you want, huh? I can’t believe you’re a cocksucker, Al.”
He started fucking my mouth, both hands gripping my hair. I hummed around him, my fingers digging his thighs.
“Shit. You must be enjoying this,” he hissed as he kept feeding me his cock. The obscene sound of meat sliding in and out of my mouth filled the kitchen.
I moaned around him, the vibration making his grip tighten.
“Fuck—I was curious, how good you are that you managed to seduce Brodie.”
My throat clenched around him. He groaned — low, deep, barely held back.
“This must be it. You give a fucking good head.”
He started fucking into my mouth harder now, hips snapping, his breath growing ragged.
I gripped his thighs, bracing. My throat was raw, jaw burning. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I could feel him pulsing — hot, twitching, getting close. His jaw clenched, neck taut like he was holding back everything.
“You’re a faggot, Al. You’re gonna take it,” he muttered, voice barely audible over the wet sounds between us. “Fuck.”
He fucked into my mouth like he owned it, rougher, deeper, using my throat like it was his to break. His cock throbbed, thick and heavy against my tongue.
“Oh Fuuck—” he grunted.
He pushed deep one last time then held.
He came with a deep groan, thighs locking, cock pulsing hard in my mouth. Thick hot spurts hit the back of my throat, more than I expected. I almost choked, but I still swallowed fast.
He held me there, breathing like he’d just run a marathon.
When his cock started to soften. He looked down at me, calm again, cold and detached. He grabbed my hair back, pulling me off from him, spit and come dripping from his cock.
He tucked himself back in, adjusted his sweats like it was just another morning, and walked out of the kitchen without looking back.
I stayed kneeling on the floor, staring at the door he disappeared through. The taste of him was still on my tongue. He dined and dashed. Well, I dined, he dashed.
My hand moved to wipe the mess from my mouth, but I paused. Let it stay there a second longer.
The smell of burnt bacon wafted the air, making me stand up fast and turn off the stove.
I leaned on the counter, trying to catch my breath. I didn’t know Damon could say those filthy things and make those expressions.
Fuck. This has to be a dream.
I covered my face with both hands. In the past twenty-four hours, I’d tasted all three of my brothers. I never thought this shit would actually happen. But it did.
All of them said the same thing:
I’m fucking messed up.
Since then, everything started feeling like it slipped into routine. Sort of. Colton was still a wild card. Brodie would come home from work sweaty, tired, but always with that same predatory look in his eyes when he saw me. Damon was quiet, silently judging me.
The night Colton finally came home, it was late. He stumbled in drunk, loud, smelling like whiskey and weed. Brodie blew up on him. I had to get between them before they started swinging at each other.
That was three days ago.
And it was also the last time I got to taste Colton’s cock.
Brodie, though?
Brodie was different.
He’d call me his “housewife,” leaning in close, his hands wandering over my body while he teased me about how well I took care of everything. And when things heated up between us, it always went further—he always took me down to the basement, to his mattress, fucked me there until I couldn’t breathe.
I even told him we should share my room, but Brodie said that’d be too suspicious. That someone might catch on.
Ironic, considering Damon already knew.
Then of course, there was Damon. He was still reserved. We actually had this... some kind of understanding. Every morning after Brodie left for work, with Colton passed out in his room, I’d slip into the bathroom while Damon showered. I’d give him head until he spilled down my throat. I wanted him to go further. I wanted him to fuck me like Brodie does.
But Damon? He never crossed that line.
This week I picked up a part-time job at the hardware store, trying to save for college. I also landed a scholarship from being a track athlete. Which I told Brodie about. He was damn proud about it. We celebrated sweaty, his mouth filthy in my ear. The man was sweet and dominant in the same breath. Dangerous combination.
I was still sore when I got off my shift.
By the time I hit the porch, I could hear laughter inside. Loud, obnoxious. I knew Brodie and Damon weren’t home yet. That meant it was Colton.
When I opened the door, the smell hit me first—weed, vape clouds, stale beer. Colton was on the couch, legs spread wide like a king, surrounded by his frat bros. Five guys. All shirtless or close enough.
One Black dude was leaned in, talking to a tattooed Latino guy sitting right beside Colton, no shirt, abs out. A ginger in the corner was draped over the armrest like he lived there, and another guy with piercings was taking long pulls from a vape pen. The last guy—he’s what caught my attention. He was hot, with a tattoo peeking from his bicep. His arms flexed as he laughed.
“...hundred bucks, bro. No cap,” the Latino guy was saying. “All I had to do was let this old gay dude suck me off.”
“Yo, what?” the Black guy barked. “You lettin’ dudes gobble you for a hunnid?”
“Bro, that’s rent money. I’m just saying.”
Everyone in their group hollered.
The moment they noticed me standing there, the room quieted just a little. The ginger blinked. The vaping guy exhaled smoke and smirked at me like I was the entertainment.
I just kept walking, keeping my head down, but of course Colton wouldn’t let me be. He had to show off.
“Why the fuck did you come home just now?” he snapped.
I internally rolled my eyes at him.
“I just got off from my part-time job, Colton,” I retorted. “I clocked at 4.”
“Well then, make yourself useful. Go make something for us.”
He said it like I was a servant. Like I didn’t exist unless I was cooking for him.
Why couldn’t he be the one to do that?
I was pissed off but didn’t argue. I was greatly outnumbered. I just walked toward the kitchen.
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” I heard a low, husky voice, probably the last guy, making the others laugh.
Colton just snorted.
“Pretty as hell too,” the Latino added. “Bet I could get hard if he begged.”
“Shit,” the Black guy said. “Tell him to bend over, I’ll make him moan like a bitch with my BBC.”
The others cracked up.
Their voices carried into the kitchen like they weren’t even trying to hide it.
I didn’t say shit. Just grabbed the leftover frozen pizzas and threw them in the oven. We didn’t even have money to throw away, and here he goes inviting people over.
When I walked back with the food, Colton smirked at me.
“C’mere,” he said, patting his lap. “Sit.”
I froze, barely kept my face neutral. What the fuck was he planning?
His eyes narrowed.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
I set the tray on the coffee table and hesitantly sat on Colton’s lap. It was embarrassing as fuck.
Colton threw an arm over my shoulders, then his other hand went to my thigh.
“Damn. You got him trained like that?” the Latino guy asked.
“He listens,” Colton said casually. “Does what I say.”
I clenched my fist on my thigh. I was being treated like a girl here.
“I mean, real talk,” the Latino kept going. “If you told him to suck my dick, will he do it?”
The room got real quiet. I was taken aback.
“Bro… You wanna score with Colton’s brother?” the ginger asked.
Colton didn’t laugh. He just raised his brows like he was thinking about it.
“Shit,” the Black dude said, egging it on. “Bro, for real, would he do it if you said so?”
I was getting pissed, sitting on Colton’s lap while his friends humiliated me. Colton just looked at me.
“Don’t fucking embarrass me, Al,” he whispered, close to my ear. “Do it.”
My face paled. I couldn’t believe my own fucking brother was telling me to suck his friend off.
“Colton…” I whispered, alarmed. “Brodie and Damon might come home—”
He gripped my thigh, hard, almost bruising.
“Al, I’m warning you. If you don’t do it, I’ll tell them how you jerk off watching me like a creep. Think about how everyone will talk when school starts.”
Fuck. Something in me shattered. Colton was an asshole, I get that. But to threaten me because he was showing off to his pledge bros—felt bitter.
I bit my lip and slowly nodded.
“Good boy. Now go on.”
I stood up, then hesitantly knelt in between the Latino guy’s legs.
The guy leaned back, manspread, cocky as hell. His hand rubbed the bulge in his sweats, watching me with that look like I was a dare.
“C’mon, baby boy,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
And I looked up to him, then right at Colton, pleading. He just smirked at me.
“Do it.”
