I had always been the quiet one in the family, the one who kept his eyes low when the talk turned to women and pussy. At twenty-four, my brother Marcus was two years older, built like a linebacker with that deep chocolate skin that glistened when he came back from the gym. We shared the same apartment after our parents moved down south. Late nights, the place got thick with heat and silence, and that silence started talking to me.
One Friday, Marcus came home from work sweaty, shirt peeled off, chest broad and nipples dark. He dropped onto the couch and spread his legs wide like he owned the room. You ever get that itch, little bro? he asked, voice low and rough. That feeling like you wanna try something you aint supposed to?
I swallowed. My cock twitched in my jeans before I could stop it. What kind of itch?
He looked straight at me, eyes heavy. The kind that makes you stare at your own brothers dick when hes changing.
The air snapped. I should have laughed it off, but my mouth went dry and I just nodded once. Marcus grinned, slow and filthy. He reached down, squeezed the thick bulge in his gray sweatpants, and I watched it grow. Come here then. Be curious.
I crossed the room on shaky legs. He pulled his waistband down and his cock sprang out, heavy, veined, the head already shiny with precum. Black and thick, just like the rest of him. Touch it, he said, voice turning into a growl. You been wanting to.
My fingers wrapped around the shaft. It was hot and pulsing, bigger than mine. Marcus let out a low moan that went straight to my balls. Yeah, stroke that shit. Get it wet.
I pumped him slow at first, watching the skin slide over the head. He grabbed my wrist and made me go faster. Harder, nigga. Dont play with it. Spit dripped from my mouth onto the tip and I smeared it down. Marcuss hips lifted off the couch. Fuck, thats it. Suck it. I know you want to taste your brothers dick.
I dropped to my knees between his spread thighs. The smell of himmusk, sweat, soaphit me hard. I opened my mouth and took the head in. It stretched my lips wide. Marcuss hand landed on the back of my head and pushed. Deeper. Choke on it like you been dreaming about.
I gagged but didnt pull back. I worked my tongue under the shaft, tasting salt and skin. Marcus started fucking my face in short thrusts, grunting every time the head hit the back of my throat. Shit, little bro. Your mouth is nasty. Keep sucking.
My own cock was leaking in my pants. I reached down and freed it, stroking myself while I blew him. Marcus noticed and laughed low. Look at you, hard as fuck from sucking family dick. Stand up.
He yanked my jeans down. My cock bounced out, smaller than his but just as stiff. Marcus wrapped his big hand around both of us, rubbing our shafts together. The heat and the slide made my knees weak.
We doing this, he said. No turning back. You want your brothers cum tonight?
Yeah, I breathed. Give it to me.
He spun me around, bent me over the arm of the couch, and spit on my hole. One thick finger pushed inside, then two. The stretch burned but I pushed back on it. More, I begged. Marcus added a third finger, twisting, opening me up rough. You gonna take this dick raw, aint you? Let your big brother breed that curious ass.
He lined up and pushed. The head popped past my ring and I yelled into the cushion. Marcus didnt stop. He sank in inch by inch until his hips met my ass, balls deep. Fuck, you tight, he groaned. Gripping my shit like you been saving it for me.
He started fucking me hard, the couch creaking, skin slapping. Every thrust dragged over that spot inside me that made my cock drip onto the floor. Marcus reached around and jerked me while he pounded. Say it, he ordered. Tell me you like your brothers dick in your ass.
I love it, I gasped. Fuck me harder, Marcus. Use that hole.
He did. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, the sound wet and nasty. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back. When he pulled out I whined, but he flipped me onto my back on the couch, lifted my legs, and drove back in. Now I could see his faceeyes half-closed, mouth open, pure filthy pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me, tongue pushing deep while his cock kept pounding.
Gonna nut in you, he warned. Fill my little brother up.
Do it, I begged. Breed me.
Marcuss rhythm stuttered. He buried himself to the root and came with a long, broken groan. I felt every hot pulse inside me, thick ropes flooding my guts. The feeling pushed me over. I shot between us, cum streaking my stomach and his abs.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Marcus didnt pull out right away. He rocked his hips slow, pushing his cum deeper. We aint done, he said, voice hoarse. You still curious?
I looked up at him, my brother, the man who had just fucked me open. Yeah, I answered. Show me more.
He grinned that same slow, dirty grin and started moving again.
