Quinton during quarantine

As I lay on top of my brother, I related the story of how I'd been watching Quinton from my office perch. As I described how Quinton had come into the garage, the way his cock tasted, how his load felt filling my mouth - I could feel Ryan's cock getting harder. Once I started describing the chaste kiss between the garages.

I couldn't control myself any longer, as I was describing our kitchen rendezvous, I started undoing Ryan's pants. His cock was leaking a copious amount of pre-cum, which I wanted to taste so badly, but I didn't because I wanted to live out my true fantasy. I needed to have Ryan inside me.

I was slowly, in excruciating detail, describing how Quinton took me. The feeling of his thick shaft sliding inside me, how his veins were like speed bumps, his intoxicating smell.

As I was describing each element of Quinton I was removing our clothes. Once I had my shorts off, I slid up my brothers legs, and slowly lowered myself onto his throbbing cock. While not as long as Quinton, Ryan had him beat in girth. He felt every bit as good as my fantasies imagined him to feel.

Quinton's cock had loosened my normally tight hole, and his load had lubed it, so I sank right to Ryan's balls with guttural cry. I didn't dare open my eyes, fearing this incredible moment was a hallucination. I wanted to savor this feeling forever, but was broken out of my own thoughts by my brother thrusting up into me.

His shaft tapered from the head, and was thickest at the base, so this thrust made my eyes fly open and a silent scream fill my body. My hands flew forward and landed on Ryan's broad chest. I pushed his shirt up his torso and ran my hands through the dense forest that was his chest. His hair was thick and curly. When we were younger he shaved his chest, and I always hated the stubble.

Looking down at him, his beautiful blue eyes glistened with love that only a brother can give.

"I love you so much Mikey" He said as he continued to fuck up into me. "I was always afraid of how much I loved you, I knew it was more than a brother should. I used to look at you, curled up against me, and I wished you could be my wife."

I started to back back against his cock harder, getting more and more turned on by what he was confessing.

"I used to fantasize that I could have your baby Ryan." I said.

His hands found mine on his chest, and he pulled them into his which caused me to collapse onto him. His mouth sought mine, and we shared a tender kiss. His cock was rocking back and forth into me still.

"Fuck Mikey, you're so sexy." He said as he rolled us over, him on top now.

My legs wrapped around his waist as he sank into me. He stared into my eyes, as if searching for validation.

"Make love to me Ryan." I said softly meeting his stare.

He slowly pulled back and then slammed back in. He was powerful in his thrusts, my whole body shook each time his balls slapped into me. He was claiming me.

His hands moved down to the intersection of my hips and pelvis. He knows that I'm ticklish, but this time, his touch was sensual. He was caressing my body with his large hands. Gently, working them over my skin, causing my hair to raise and my body to break out in goose bumps.

He pulled back out, this time, just he head remained, "I can't hold back anymore Mikey, I need you so bad."

With that he manhandled me on my hands and knees. Slamming his cock into me, he started to fuck me like a man possessed. I had to brace myself with one hand on the floor and the other on the cabinet in front of me.

By this point the sounds of our clapping skin and loud cries of pleasure were echoing through the house.

"Jesus Ry, you're so fucking good...Fuck me" I screamed.

"You like it don't you Mikey, you love taking your big brother's fat cock?" He growled.

"I love it Ry, I want you so fucking much."

He pushed my shoulders down and pulled my hips back onto his cock, slamfucking me. Each thrust took my breath away, and by this point I was mumbling a near constant stream of "Oh gods" and "FUCK" into the kitchen rug.

"You want my babies Mikey? You want me to knock you up?" He asked, throwing himself onto my back.

The weight of him collapsing onto me took my breath away, but I nodded.

"I'm gonna cum baby" He gasped and grunted as he rode my hole.

As he said those words, and without touching my aching cock, I exploded shot after shot onto the rug. As I did, I felt him expand inside me, followed by the warmth of his seed filling me. It felt like he was cumming forever, and I realized it must have been quite a load as I felt it running down my taint.

"Jesus Mikey, I never thought we would ever actually get to make love like that." He said with a chuckle.

Turning back to look at him, "Neither did I Ry, but I used to dream about it."

He grabbed me and pulled me so we were facing each other on our knees, and kissed me. A deep, loving, conquering kiss that let me know he wanted to keep me.

"What happens now?" I asked him.

"What do you want to happen?" He asked me with a hopeful expression.

"Do you think that Andy is cheating on me with others?" I asked Ryan.

"I know he is Mikey, he didn't even hesitate when he fucked me. He's definitely got more lined up."

I guess that confirmed suspicions I'd had for a long time, all the late nights and last minute travel.

"I think with the pictures and videos I was able to get off his phone, you're not going to have to worry about him trying to fight you too much if you kick him out Mikey." Ryan said with a devilish grin.

Looking up at him, I gave a slight smile, "You've thought of everything haven't you?"

"When I saw him in that club, I knew I needed to do everything I could to make sure he didn't hurt you. You're my little man. I love you."

I kissed him deeply, as a means of thanking him.

"Woah there cowboy, I'm not a spring chicken anymore, I'm going to need some more time to recoup than that." He said with a chuckle.

"Why don't we go up and shower then Ry." I said, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the stairs.

"Maybe when I recover, you can introduce me to this Quinton? Sounds like, it might be fun to have him over." he said with a hard smack on my ass.

I looked back at him, with a smirk. "I like the sound of that" I thought to myself.

We made our way up to the master bedroom, and I walked into the bathroom and started the shower to let it warm up. Coming back out into the bedroom, I got to look at my hunky brother, as he was pulling his shirt off, we'd left our shorts on the floor in the kitchen.

He had a coat of coarse, sexy hair all over his body. He'd maintained quite a bit of his definition from his sports days, but it was not a mature definition.

"Fuck he's so sexy" ran through my head.

Ryan caught me staring and asked while walking over to me, "What are you staring at?"

"I was just thinking how hot you are Ry." I said back with a smirk.

"You're one to talk" he said with a firm swat on the ass.

I grabbed his hand off my ass and pulled him into the bathroom, and the walk-in shower, closing the glass door behind me.

The shower in the master bedroom was a total splurge on my part. I had a black hex tile floor and subway tiles up the walls, but it's most impressive feature was the dual rain shower heads in the ceiling. They were both slightly angled, so when you turned on the shower and stood in the middle it was a stress relieving deluge of warm water.

Stepping into the shower, and closing the door, I turned to Ryan. He looked even sexier, if that's possible, standing before me. I stepped forward and pulled his naked body fully against mine, his cock resting just above my own, I laid my head on his chest and just let myself feel him breathe.

"I love you Mikey." he whispered in my ear.

I looked up at him, and said, "I love you too Ryan."

He kissed me, and the kiss grew in both intensity and hunger. It wasn't long before my back was against the wall and he was devouring my mouth. Our cocks growing between us.

Finally, he backed away a bit, "I haven't recovered this quickly since college."

I gripped the throbbing cock in front of me and slid my hand up and down the shaft, loving the sweet torture it was causing him.

He closed his eyes and sighed. I took that opportunity to drop to my knees and engulf the head of his cock. Quickly swirling my tongue around the head, before plunging down his shaft. His eyes shot open and he grabbed my head to pull me further down.

His balls resting on my chin, I could feel my lungs starting to burn from lack of oxygen and nudged back to indicate I needed to breathe. He released my head and I pulled back enough to catch a breath, before plunging right back down.

His cock was addicting, it tasted so good. I'd venture to say it was better than Quinton's, but that might be because I'd wanted this cock my entire life.

Working up and down the shaft I was acquainting myself with ever ridge, freckle, and vein. I wanted to truly know every inch of this beautiful cock. I wanted to know how to extract every ounce of pleasure from his body.

As I worked my throat around the head of his cock he started a low, almost constant, growl. Then I felt his balls on my chin start to draw up, and like when he was in my ass, his cock swell. I knew I was going to get a taste of my hunky brother's load.

I pulled back so the head of his cock rested on my tongue, I needed to taste this. I keep the suction going, just moving slightly, and using my tongue to tease his piss slit. He was bucking involuntarily at this point. Then with a roar that echoed in the confined shower, his salty load hit the back of my throat. There were only a couple spurts, followed by a few drips. It was clear he was spent.

He leaned forward and braced himself against the shower wall, all the while looking down at me with a smirk.

"I'm in big trouble if you expect me to cum this often all the time Mikey!"

From my kneeling position, I said, "I think you'll find a way Ry."

He pulled me up and pressed me into the wall again, kissing me. His tongue seeking remnants of the load he'd just deposited. Either satisfied I'd swallowed it all, or abandoning his attempt, he pulled back and just looked at me."

After a minute of just looking into each others eyes, we decided it was time to get out, both suitable satiated and saturated. Toweling off, we chatted comfortably, like we always had been able to. It seemed nothing had changed between us, though everything had.

I loaned Ryan a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt to wear, and told him I'd meet him downstairs. I watched his sexy, high, tight bubble butt walk away from me, winking when he glanced back and caught me staring.

As soon as I was sure he was out of earshot, I grabbed my phone. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I called my husband. The phone went straight to voicemail, which wasn't surprising, as it often did.

"Andy, it's Mikey, I'm going to have your things packed and waiting for you when you get home. It's over." was all I said.

Sliding my phone into my pocket, it felt like the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I almost ran downstairs, and joined Ryan on the couch, snuggling into him as I did when we were younger.