"Don't look at me that way." He looked pathetic. He never liked not getting his way. The golden boy. The older brother with everything, looks, body, athleticism, success.
"I said stop, dude." I couldn't stand those puppy dog eyes making me feel guilty. "I have to go. I got called in." He continued to sit there and stare at me. I rolled my eyes. "I told you when we started this back up that when work calls, I go."
He raised his shoulders and let out a sigh.
"Stop pouting. It's not going to work on me." I paused remembering all the times it did work on me. "Anymore."
Fuck, he was so beautiful. Everything about him was perfect, his teeth, his eyes, his jawline, those lips, that ass. Oh my god, that ass. We both inherited good genetics and I have a nice ass too but his, I don't know, it's just better. It's round, muscular, hard, smooth, and sticks out like a shelf on his lower back. Sticking my dick in it gets better and better every fucking time. His masculine whimpers and moans while I'm fucking him just make me go harder and longer. I can't get enough.
He knows it.
We spent all night fucking. I had been out of town on business. I was gone for two weeks. He acted like a jilted girlfriend the whole time. I got constant texts, calls, emails telling me how much he missed me and how much he needed me inside of him. To hear him communicate these feelings was so surreal because he wasn't like this with anyone else. No one would ever guess he was a hardcore romantic. No, he's a tough guy. He's the brooding one always in the corner keeping to himself. And no one would ever guess he was gay or bisexual, let alone a slutty power bottom when you get him in bed.
Somehow, he made his eyes look more sad. "Decker, I fucked you all night, dude. My dick is gonna fall off."
"But you were gone for two fucking weeks, Gray," he finally said. "Two fucking weeks."
I set down my computer bag. "I can't help it if works sends me places far away. It's not like I can tell my boss, "Hey, I can't go on this trip. My boy friend brother is a pussy and needs me to fuck him all the time."
He squinted at me and clenched his jaw. "I am NOT a pussy."
I guffawed, "Oh yeah? You don't mind me saying that word while I'm boning you."
"That's different and you know it," he snapped.
"I call you a bitch too so does that mean I can't say it outside the house?"
"And we're not boyfriends."
"Might as well be. We sure don't behave like brothers."
"Why are you being such a dick?" he asked. I hated it when he was like this. I felt like I couldn't do anything right.
"Because, Deck. You want all my fucking time and get pissy when I have to take care of other priorities in my life. I don't say anything when you go off to work."
"I'm self employed you jerk."
"Oh my god!" I said looking up at the ceiling. "You're worse than having a jealous girlfriend."
"I'm not your fucking girlfriend. Fine. Go to work or wherever. I'll just go to the gym. It's leg day anyway."
I froze. "Leg day?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Leg day."
Oh god I loved leg day. He wore these second-skin, skingtight leggings sometimes short shorts, the ones that showed off his hamstrings. He was sexy as fuck when he wore them. You haven't seen anything until you've seen my brother do squats. Everyone stared at him when he worked out. He loved to show off his body. I'm sure he had a compression gear fetish. I know I do. The best thing about leg day was AFTER the workout. His ass was swole and tight as a drum. His legs got pumped. He knows I can't resist fucking him after a hard leg workout. He'd come back from the gym and I'd come over and eat out that smooth hole and then fuck him, dropping multiple loads inside of him.
I sneered at him. "Liar. It is not leg day. You're just saying that because you know it gets me hard."
"Huh. Does it?" he asked sarcastically.
"I... I'll just come back after work. You'll be done at the gym by then. Right?" God, I sounded like a fucking school girl with a crush.
He smacked his lips. "Nah, I'll be too tired." He said with mock exhaustion. "Well since you're going to work, I guess I'll just throw on some leggings and a shirt and go." He was tempting me with his nonchalant way of saying 'stay home and fuck me all morning. You'll be rewarded later tonight after leg day.' "You can come over tomorrow. "
"Don't." I said sternly. "Stop doing that."
"The red ones, kind of shiny with the white stripes down the sides."
"Yeah, yeah, I know the ones, asshole. I bought them for you."
Finally, he broke his 'poor me' character. "Come on, Gray. Compromise. Just tell them you'll be late. Just one more fuck. Please? You know I hate to beg."
"Christ, why couldn't you be a brooding top and not such a hungry bottom with a great ass?"
He smirked. "I like being the bottom. The submissive big brother. I like it when you take charge."
"Funny. You didn't let me do it growing up," I said returning his smirk.
"I wasn't like that back then. I am now. Especially since we've been..."
"Fucking?"
"Yeah."
God I fucking wanted him. I remembered all the loads I shot into him last night. All the kissing, the dirty talk, the aggressiveness of it all. I always liked dudes like him. I liked the ones who were big, muscular, masculine and could take a hard pounding.
I sat down on the bed. "We've been fucking since I was in high school. That's like, ten years."
"Ten years of you fucking me exactly the way I like to get fucked. Our roles reversed after that. The big brother becomes the little brother." He smiled. "You make me feel protected. Mom and dad never did."
I looked at him. His brown eyes were so beautiful. His hair still perfect after a night of being thrown around the bed. He was getting to me. I took my phone out of my bag. I started texting.
"What are you doing?" he asked excitedly.
"I'm texting in late, you fucking himbo," I replied with snark.
"Fuck yes!" he said pumping a fist. He slid off his boxer briefs. "Himbo?"
I turned to look at him. He could tell by the look on my face that I was perturbed. I took off my clothes while he watched me. His dick hard as a rock. I still had a hard look on my face. I slowly crawled up between his legs that spread open for me on approach. I covered him with my body. Then I reached down and clasped a hand around his throat. I didn't squeeze. It was just enough to show dominance.
"If you're going to be a little cunt, I'll treat you like one."
He lightly grasped the wrist of my hand on his throat.
"You've always been this way. Bat your fucking long girly eyelashes and you get whatever you want. I fucking hated it." He continued to listen but I could tell he was so turned on. I took my other hand, grabbed my dick and found it hole. "Good thing your pussy is still messy." And I slid into his in one fell swoop.
"AHHHH!" he gasped, a grin on his face, his eyes closed for a second. "Grayson," he moaned quietly using my full name. He loved calling me by my full name during sex.
I was still in his face. This time I squeezed a little bit. I started thrusting inside of him. "Look at me." He looked directly into my eyes. "You're just a cunt, you got that? A fucking cunt." He nodded his head. "You're a pathetic closet case with a gaping pussy."
"Yes," he said in a strained voice.
"If you ever manipulate me again just so you can have your pussy stuffed, I will rain down retribution on you."
He actually smiled. God, what a submissive bitch.
"You pissed me off, Decker. I hate giving you want you want. But hear me when I say, this is what I want." I released his throat, grabbed his legs and threw them straight up by his ankles. I spread them wide. "Open your slut legs." I held on tight as I body slammed into him.
Now, I wasn't really that mad. But I know what gets him off. And that's me, especially when I'm the bully. He bullied me when I was very young, until I got hot anyway. He loves the big brother, little brother role reversal. I picture him with a much younger guy who is a tyrant in bed. For me, this is payback and he knows it. So, in a way, it was role-play, but kinda not. There aren't too many dudes out there who can take it as hard as I like to give it except for my brother. We didn't always have knock-down-drag-out sex. I've made slow, romantic love to my brother too many times to count. But I'd say the aggressive, athletic sex is much more preferable to both of us.
He was thrashing around, his head coming up off the pillow, his eyes bulged wide, his mouth open in a scream. I pounded his pussy as hard as I could. I was relentless. And through all that, that bitch was yelling, "YES, YES! DESTROY MY PUSSY!" I swear this guy couldn't be hurt. I'd tried many times.
I bit my bottom lip as I sliced in and out of him. His legs spread like a wishbone. He actually hated this position at first. It made him feel like a woman. But after doing it with me, it was his favorite position.
"FUCK!" I cried out. "I LOVE FUCKING YOUR HOLE!"
"I LOVE YOU FUCKING MY HOLE!"
I wanted to really rut inside of him. I pulled out and not easily. He winced and yelped.
"Over," I commanded. He quickly rolled over and hiked that perfect ass in the air. I wasted no time and slammed into him which made him grunt loudly.
"OH, FUCK, GRAYSON!" The words muffled in the pillow.
I took the pillow out from under him and threw it to the side. I thrusted in him and laid down flat on his back. I wrapped a forearm around his throat from behind. I got in his ear.
I growled, "You expect me to believe that I was gone for two fucking weeks and you never got your pussy wet?"
He was silent except for grunting.
"Come on big brother. You think I really believe you didn't get with a dude while I was gone? You're great at everything you do except lying."
He still was wordless, just grunts and moans.
"You didn't get on your back, spread those big muscular legs open like a slut and let some big dude rail you?"
"No," he mumbled.
I scoffed. "Yeah, right." I sped up my fucking. maneuvered his head to face me and kissed him. I devoured him. He loved it when I kissed him rough.
"Mike come over? Huh? Did Mike come over and dick you?" Mike was a mutual friend of ours, or I guess more of a mutual down low fuck buddy Decker and I shared. Since we had been going hot and heavy, Decker and I hadn't needed Mike much.
"No, Grayson. I swear, brother," he mumbled.
We weren't exclusive or anything. But I knew if we could be, he would never cheat. If he was committed, he would be in one-hundred-percent. I on the other hand, well, I like variety. But being a couple with my brother, that would make things very... interesting. Explain that to mom and dad. Monogamy was over rated but it would be hard to cheat with a man like Decker waiting for you at home.
"Don't you ever fucking lie to me, Decker."
"I won't. I swear." His voice was shaky from all the jolting around his head was doing from my thrusts. "I have never lied to you. I love you."
I still had his head turned toward me. I stuck my tongue in his ear and then licked his cheek. Then I said in a very low, almost demon-like tone, "MINE."
He whimpered.
"I'm gonna breed you, Decker. Your little brother is gonna breed you until cum is oozing out of your fucking eye sockets."
"Yeeesss," he whimpered
I tensed up, my heart racing, I screamed out as a torrent of jizz filled my brother's slick, tight hole. "OH MY GOD YOU HOT, BEAUTIFUL FUCKER!"
I could tell he had shot into the sheets. I could always tell by the sounds he made and the by the way his body trembled.
I lay still on top of him. I could feel every hard muscle in his back pressing against my chest.
"Jesus, Grayson," he murmured.
I chuckled. "I know."
I released my forearm from around his throat. I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. I kissed him on the back of the neck.
"Mmm," he moaned quietly as I did it. "I love sex with you."
I kissed behind his ear. "I love sex with you too."
We lay still for a while. I softened inside of him. We were both tired and we rested. After a while, I kissed him on the shoulder. "Hey handsome, I have to get to work."
He turned his body under me so we were face to face. He cupped my jaw in his hands, staring into my eyes. "I know."
I kissed him tenderly on the lips. I whispered. "I can come back after."
"Yeah?" he whispered back while gently running his fingers through my bangs, pushing them up over my forehead.
"Yeah. I'll come back, stay the night again."
"I'd like that, Grayson."
"That will give you time to heal up," I said smiling. "Then I can make love to you. Nice and slow. Make love to my big brother."
He smiled. "I would fucking love that."
"I know," I said before kissing him again. I started to get up but he grabbed my arm. I looked down at him. "What?"
"Grayson, I love you. I mean, I'm truly in love with you."
God, he was so handsome. So sincere.
"Decker, I love you too. I do. I know where this is going. Let's just take it slow. OK, big brother?"
He nodded. "Slow."
I kissed him one more time before getting up. I got dressed and headed out the bedroom door. I turned. "I'll be back, handsome."
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