I never planned on fucking my brother. But when you're both stuck in the same house after college, horny as hell, and the tension snaps, things get raw fast.
It started on a humid Friday night. Mom and Dad were gone for the weekend. I was 22, just home from my first real job, and Jake was 24, home from grad school. We'd always been close, wrestling as kids, sharing a room until we were teens. Now the old house felt small again. We cracked beers in the living room, talking shit about girls we'd fucked, but the conversation kept circling back to how long it'd been since either of us got off good.
Jake sprawled on the couch, legs spread, sweatpants riding low. I caught myself staring at the thick outline of his cock. He noticed. "You checking me out, little bro?" His voice was low, teasing but edged with something hotter.
"Fuck off," I muttered, but my dick twitched. I'd jerked off thinking about guys before, never told anyone. Never thought about my own brother that way until that moment.
He didn't back down. Instead he stood, walked over, and grabbed my hand, pressing it against his crotch. "Feels like you're interested." His cock was already half-hard, heavy and hot through the fabric. I squeezed without thinking. Jake groaned, low and dirty. "Yeah, that's it. Stroke it."
We didn't talk much after that. He yanked his sweats down and his cock sprang free, thick, veined, the head already slick. I dropped to my knees like it was the most natural thing. My mouth watered. I licked the tip first, tasting salt and skin, then took him deeper. Jake's hand fisted my hair. "Suck it like you mean it, bro. Fuck, your mouth feels better than any pussy."
I gagged when he pushed deeper but kept going, sloppy and eager. My own cock strained against my jeans. Jake pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch. He ripped my pants down and spat on his fingers, working one thick digit into my hole. It burned, then bloomed into heat. "Tight as fuck," he growled. "You been saving this ass for me?"
He didn't wait long. Lined up and pushed in slow at first, then slammed home when I moaned. The stretch was intense, painful at the edges but so fucking good. Jake fucked me hard, skin slapping, balls hitting my ass with every thrust. "Take your brother's cock," he grunted. "First time gay and it's family dick. You love it."
I did. I came untouched, shooting across the couch while he pounded me. Jake followed right after, flooding my hole with hot pulses. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cum leaking down my thighs.
We didn't stop there.
That night turned into days. Shower sex, kitchen counter, even Dad's bed. Jake taught me to ride him, how to take it deep, how to swallow every drop. By Sunday we were both sore, marked, and hooked. Family secrets never felt so filthy or so right.
