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Nick was having difficulty falling asleep.
He could feel Chris shifting in his sleep. Nick lay on his back and turned his head to the left to watch his brother. Chris slept soundly. Nick marvelled at his brother’s beautiful, peaceful face. He always tried to sneak a furtive glance at his brother’s lips and imagined what it must feel like to kiss them. Nick’s eyes travelled downward. He admired his brother’s slim figure, the slight musculature of his arms. His eyes shifted down to Chris’s boxers. Nick felt his heart skip a beat. His brother’s dick was hard, and not only that–the fly of his boxer’s was wide open. He could see a few inches of his brother’s hard cock. His mouth was dry. Fuck fuck fuck, he thought. Nick instantly felt his own dick harden under its confines. Life was so unfair. So many men at his disposal and the only one he wanted, really wanted, was his own flesh and blood.
Nick had to distract himself. He decided he would turn to his side, facing away from Chris’ sleeping body. He couldn’t have his beautiful brother within his line of sight. It was too much to bear–and Chris’s cock was too big to ignore.
Still, Nick’s thoughts couldn’t help but wander. What was Chris dreaming about that had him so hard? Nick couldn’t possibly sleep. Intrusive thoughts hammered away at his head. What if he backed up innocently on his brother’s hard cock? Maybe Chris wouldn’t wake up. Either way, he could pass it off as a mishap, Nick thought. After all, Chris was the one with a hard-on, in bed, with his brother. Once the thought entered Nick’s brain, it wouldn’t let up.
Nick’s body shifted backwards, despite his cautionary brain’s protests. After a few seconds, he felt the hard length pressed up gently against his ass, only the thin cotton material separating them. His synapses fired, he could feel the blood pumping straight to his own dick. FUCK, Nick thought. Chris’s cock was rock hard and warm. He sensed no change in Chris–his brother was still sound asleep. Nick looked back and down over his shoulder. The room was dark but just enough light shone out of the window to let him see that Chris’s hard cock had slipped fully out of the fly of his boxers. Nick couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew Chris was bigger than him and Matt, but he’d never seen it hard–Chris was a grower, for sure.
Enough, Nick thought to himself. The memory of his brother’s big, hard, throbbing cock against his butt would have to do. He couldn’t risk him waking up. Nick would just slide out of the room, jerk off in the bathroom to relieve himself, and go to sleep downstairs, away from any temptation.
But when Nick tried to move away, he was held back. Oh my god , Nick thought to himself. Chris, still seemingly sound asleep, had roped his arm over Nick when he sensed him move and held him tight. Chris pulled Nick’s body against him. Nick could hardly breathe. The feeling of Chris’ arm on his stomach, Chris’ chest and stomach against his back. Chris had his face snuggled into the nook of Nick’s neck. Fuck fuck fuck, Nick’s mind raced. He could feel his brother’s hot breath against his neck. Chris’ leg draped itself over Nick’s like it was a body pillow. And of course, Chris’ hard cock, now pressed up firmly against his ass.
Chris grunted in his sleep, a small pleasurable sound that indicated sweet dreams. Nick was on cloud 9. This was so wrong, but it felt so right. To feel just like one of Chris’ girls was a dream come true. It was an awkward situation for sure, but Chris was the one who held him closer! If he woke up right then and there, he’d only have himself to blame. After all, Nick had tried to retreat.
Nick couldn’t help himself. As quietly as possible, he started touching himself. He couldn’t just ignore his cock. He needed to get this done quickly though. His mind raced as he closed his eyes and simply focused on the full-body experience his brother was giving him. Just the feeling of Chris’ hot breath against his neck was enough to get him off. Nick pictured himself in his mind like an outsider looking in on the scene–two half-naked brothers spooning in the moonlight. It was almost romantic.
Chris started shifting in his sleep and… This can’t be happening, Nick thought. Chris was rocking his hips, slowly and sweetly massaging his hard cock against Nick’s ass, slowly burrowing his cock between the two cheeks. Nick felt himself grow hot. He was chasing his own release, and he was so close to getting there, but he kept shying away from his own climax. The pleasure was so intense, he couldn’t imagine cutting it short.
Chris was grunting pleasurably in his sleep. He was obviously having a sex dream of some sort, and his brother’s real, physical body was the stand-in. Chris’ hand was feeling up Nick’s stomach and chest. His foot massaged Nick’s leg. His breathing grew ragged. So did Nick’s. He could feel his cock ready to erupt at any moment, but he let it go. He couldn’t come, not yet. This was the greatest moment of his life.
“Fuck,” Chris mumbled in his sleep. Nick was so happy that Chris could find pleasure in touching his body. He felt so lucky and grateful to have such a sexy brother who felt comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as him. Chris kept slowly humping Nick, his big, hard, veiny cock massaging his backside.
“Feels so good.” Chris’s sleepy voice drove Nick fucking wild. Nick forgot himself for a moment and whispered back, “I love you.” What was he thinking? Chris could wake up at any moment. Nick had to put an end to this. He–
“I love you too, Nick.”
Nick turned his head over his shoulder. He stared directly into his brother’s eyes. He was awake. Before Nick could say anything, before he could even register his own shock, Chris had leaned in and kissed him. Nick melted, completely, into the kiss. Somehow, his mind stopped racing. Chris’ kiss–slow, loving, intent–answered everything. He didn’t need to worry anymore. His brother was going to love and take care of him. He tests leaning into the kiss and is rewarded by Chris’ mouth, sliding and opening against his, Chris’ tongue brushing against his, which is nothing like any kiss he’d ever had.
Wasting little time, Chris joined his hand to Nick’s down low, helping his older brother touch himself. Nick whimpered like a little slut at that, just like Chris had intended. Chris knew his brother better than he would ever know. Chris pulled away, slightly, his face inches away from Nick’s.
“I-I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Nick whispered. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Chris’ sleepy, half-lidded gaze. Chris couldn’t keep his eyes off those pink lips.
“I know, baby,” he whispered back and kissed him gently. Chris pulled his hand away from Nick’s cock and brought it to his brother’s mouth. “Spit,” he ordered. Nick obliged. Chris slipped his hand away, slicked his cock wet with a few up and down pumps. They stared at each other intently as Chris positioned his cock at Nick’s hole and pushed.
“It’s too big,” Nick said, so earnestly that Chris laughed softly. Nick smiled back at him. He felt so vulnerable but safe.
“It was made for you,” Chris said, in jest. Nick let out a laugh, but he believed him when he said. Chris’ cock was truly meant for him and only him.
“Breathe baby, c’mon,” Chris pushed forward, gently but with assertion, his other hand keeping Nick in place. Eyes locked with each other, Nick felt his hole give way to his brother’s cockhead and gasped–it was really happening. He watched Chris let out a low “fuck” as he pushed his cock in. “You’re so tight, Nick.” The pleasure was too fucking much. Chris leaned in for another deep kiss, and he pushed himself to the fullest. Nick moaned appreciatively into his brother’s mouth. Chris smelled like sleep, but his mouth tasted just right.
Chris pulled out halfway, eliciting a sexy moan from his brother that drove him wild. He pushed back in a bit more forcefully. There they lay, on their sides, two brothers fucking slowly in the moonlight. Nick reached his arm behind him to grip his brother’s ass, desperately pulling him inside.
“Feel good?” Chris asked, a slight smirk to his voice.
“Fuck yes,” Nick gasped out. He was breathless–it was overwhelming, even despite his brother’s slow and measured thrusts. “I fucking love you, Chris,” Nick whimpered, his brother’s big cock stretching him out so completely. “Fuck me, please,” he begged, “fuck me good.”
Chris flipped him onto his stomach. Next, he pinned his arms behind his back. Now, he fucked him into the mattress. He raised his hips and brought them down unkindly, digging his big cock into the hilt. Nick lets out a sharp, almost girlish moan each time.
This felt so right. Seeing Nick’s face pressed against a pillow, his fuck-drunk eyes fluttering back with each measured thrust into his tight hole.
“Fuck Chris, how are you s-so big?”
“Too big for you, Nick?”
“It’s perfect.”
“Say that again you little brat,” Chris ordered, fully in control.
“Your dick is perfect!”
Chris gave a sharp slap to Nick’s ass. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said through gritted teeth. Chris started fucking Nick harder. He wanted to see his brother squirm a bit. Seeing him put in his place was one of his greatest pleasures. Nick’s mouth was open in a silent scream, no sound coming out. Each powerful thrust knocked the wind out of him.
Chris let up after a good while of fucking his bratty brother and lay down on top of Nick, his chest pressed against his back, and fucked him like that. He took the opportunity to whisper depravities into his ear.
“I see you looking at me,” he grunted, “I see the way your eyes fucking stare at my bulge.” Nick couldn’t believe how transparent he’d been. “You want this cock, huk? You want your brother to get you pregnant?”
Nick whimpered a pathetic little yes, and looked back at Chris: “Choke me.”
Chris smirked and wasted no time in wrapping his bicep around Nick’s neck and fucking him hard and good. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and propped it in on the windowsill above the bed, and then pressed record.
“Look into the lens, Nick,” Chris ordered.
Nick saw his reflection; blushing like crazy, his eyes were blitzed out, his hair tousled. He felt the bulge of Chris’ bicep push against his windpipe. He saw the increasingly sadistic look on Chris’s face on the phone screen.
Chris started fucking with Nick: fingering his mouth, slapping his face, prying his jaw open and spitting in his throat. All on camera.
“You like that shit bitch?”
Nick nodded his head.
“You like your brother’s big dick? Huh? You like being my little bitch?”
All music to Nick’s ears. He nodded aggressively.
“I fucking love it, daddy” he replied, with a little smirk.
“Oh fuck,” Chris said, taken by surprise, “Fuck man, I’m gonna cum, fuck fuck fuck,” Chris grunted, his balls reaching a boiling point.
“Do it, cum inside me,” Nick whispered. He looked up over his shoulder at his brother’s dominant stare. “Cum inside me, daddy.”
“Oh–Jesus–FUCK,” Chris yelled despite himself, his thrusting hips faltered through his climax. The feeling of Nick’s tight hole around his sensitive, ejaculating cock sent shockwaves through Chris’ body. He groaned and grunted through shaky thrusts, pulling out and slamming his cock back in, sure to breed Nick’s hole properly even if it nearly pained him physically. It was the best orgasm of his life.
And Nick saw it all, looking right into the camera lens. He looked straight ahead, bearing witness to his brother’s face as he came. His facial skin changed to a blush colour as blood came to the surface, and his breath became more shallow. Nick was so proud of himself, so pleased to render his brother speechless. He felt his brother’s cum gushing inside him, filling him up and making his hole warm and wet.
Chris pulled his cock out, just to see his load leaking out of Nick’s pulsing hole. “That’s so fucking hot baby,” he said proudly.
“Stay right there,” Chris commanded, his voice thick and gravelly with lust, a husky edge that sent a shiver racing down Nick’s spine. He gripped Nick’s ass and spread his cheeks wide with firm, possessive hands, exposing the raw mess of Nick’s gaping hole. It was dripping, overflowing with a filthy cocktail of Chris’ cum and the sweat-slicked heat of Nick’s trembling body. Chris dipped his head low, his breath hot against the sensitive skin before his tongue flicked out, lapping greedily at the sticky mess he’d left behind. He dragged it through the sloppy mix, tasting himself in every swipe—salty, bitter, and unmistakably raw—sucking hard at the tender crease where Nick’s plump ass met his thigh, chasing every drop of cum that had spilled out. Nick let out a broken, helpless moan, his body quaking under the onslaught as Chris devoured him, unrelenting and shameless, revelling in the dirty, primal intimacy of it all.
When Chris finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, his eyes wild. He flipped Nick onto his back, climbed up his body, straddling his chest, and leaned down.
“Open,” he commanded, and Nick—dazed, aroused, and indescribably thrilled—obeyed. Chris kissed him hard, pushing the bitter, salty mix into Nick’s mouth, a snowballing kiss that was so nasty it made Nick’s head spin. Their tongues tangled, sharing the taste, and Nick’s hands flew to Chris’s hair, pulling him closer.
Chris reached his hand down and pushed his fingers into Nick’s wet hole. Nick moaned pleasurably into the kiss. He felt so safe and taken care of. He could feel Chris’ love in every touch. He started stroking himself, desperately seeking his own release after all this time.
“Cum for me, Nick,” Chris ordered, fingering his brother’s hole steadily, “You’ve been such a good little slut,” he said with a smile. Nick knew he was teasing, but he earnestly yearned just for that: to be his brother’s slut.
“I’m your slut?” he asked sweetly.
“Uh-huh,” Chris said, serious now, taking a moment to kiss Nick’s cummy lips, “You’re my best little slut.”
It was enough to drive Nick over the edge. “Oh my god, fuck fuck fuck,” Nick’s whimpers turned to sharp, pained cries of pleasure. His hole tensed around his brother’s fingers, and his cock erupted like a firehose erupting to life. Wet, hot, powerful ropes of semen shot out of him, spraying his stomach, chest and Chris’ face within seconds. Nick’s toes curled, and his body tensed. He’d never experience such intense pleasure. Chris dipped his head down to kiss Nick’s trembling cummy lips, hoping to calm his brother’s overwhelmed body.
Nick melted into it, all cummed out and fuck-dazed. Chris enjoyed the power he held over his little slut. He pulled away from the kiss and crawled down Nick’s body so that he could clean him up. He sucked Nick’s balls clean, quickly sucked his cock clean of its final cum droplets, then licked his way up Nick’s abdomen and chest before grabbing Nick’s hand and moaning around each cummy finger. With a mouthful of cum, Chris held Nick’s head in place and spat the white liquid back into his brother’s open mouth. They kissed again and pulled away from the kiss every other moment, just to feel the strands of cum form between their separated lips, to see the perverted sight of each other’s sticky white faces.
Nick felt Chris pull away from him for a moment, and saw that his brother was getting the camera. He had forgotten all about it. Chris pressed the stop recording button and pressed play.
"Movie?" he asked with a smirk. Nick nodded yes. They cuddled like that, sticky and wet with sweat and cum, as they watched their favourite video yet.