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Subject: Turning Gay for My Brother Having a girlfriend was overrated. That was Ethan’s conclusion while sitting in his car after leaving Kara’s house. Maybe Cole was right. His big brother had always advocated against Ethan being in a relationship. “You’re like me!” he’d say. “We’re born to be free!” As the engine returned to life after a whole night of quietness, Ethan couldn’t fight the smile on his face. Possessiveness was a rare trait to find in someone’s brother, but for some reason, Cole had always been just that, possessive of his little brother. Even though Ethan was now twenty-two, age didn’t seem to matter. Cole was six years older and still called more often than their own mom to check on him. Keeping the relationship with Kara a secret was a no-brainer. Cole would turn into a completely different person anytime he found out his little brother had a new girlfriend. Asking the girls awkward questions and monitoring Ethan’s activities every hour of every day– The phone rang with ironic timing. Cole’s name bright on the screen made Ethan’s palms sweat like a kid caught red-handed at the cookie jar. “Hey! What’s up?” his voice was way too tense. “Where are you?” that wasn’t helping. “I woke up early and went for a coffee,” Ethan cringed at his weak excuse. Not that he disliked coffee, but he wouldn’t go out early to get a cup in this weather. Cole didn’t seem to notice, thankfully. “I’m at your dorm. Thought we were going fishing today, E,” the older one said, returning to the usual brotherly tone he’d use whenever they spoke. Hopefully, that meant he’d bought the stupid coffee story. “Yeah, yeah! We are! I’m on my way. Almost there!” Hating himself for forgetting something like that, Ethan quickly recapped the conversation he’d had with his brother two weeks ago when he had indeed agreed to a weekend of fishing. Uni life and keeping a girlfriend happy had occupied most of the space in his head lately. “Alright, cool,” Cole put down their call before his little brother could get another word in. Still, nothing unusual. The uneasiness stirring at the pit of his stomach since he heard his phone’s ringtone was gradually fading away. Cole was possessive and controlling, but Ethan had learned to deal with his quirks over the years. Driving around the corner, he didn’t have to look very long to find a good spot for parking. It was a Saturday, so most people had gone back to their homes to spend the weekend with their families. The sun was blazing. It was a hot day, if there had ever been any. The proximity to the massive lake that gave the city its name meant that humidity was also a factor; so one had to run from one air-conditioned environment to the next to keep any hope for survival. Still, after three years of living there, Ethan had grown pretty used to it. To the point that he didn’t mind standing outside his car, looking at his reflection in the window to make sure it wouldn’t be too evident that he had been in naked bliss just an hour ago. Dark, messy hair was the way he would describe his style any day of the week, so that wasn’t a concern. Still, Ethan took a moment to appreciate his genetics. A sharp jaw delineated his frame, accentuating a broad chin with full lips and high cheekbones. The blue eyes were just a plus. No wonder he was as lucky as he was with girls. He shot a heartbreaker smile at himself and made his way inside with high spirits and even higher self-esteem. The halls were eerily quiet. The few students that had decided to stay were probably locked up in their rooms with their ACs on full blast. refusing to get out into the world until the sun had gone down and taken some of the heat away. At the very end of the last hallway, there was a dingy mirror the cleaning crew had refused to touch for the longest time, claiming there were probably some unspeakable horrors stuck to it that would scar them for life. Ethan had to squint quite hard to make out his skinny but athletic shape wrapped in a casual black t-shirt and deep blue shorts. To the left of the mirror was his room. The door was unlocked for some reason, and Ethan frowned as he suddenly got hit by a wave of cold air as soon as he opened it. The reason for that was clear: somehow, he’d forgotten to turn it off last night. But “somehow” wasn’t a good enough explanation. Electricity for a college student was expensive, and a mistake like that could potentially mean having to skip a few lunches the next month. His keys rang against the One Piece-themed metal plate he kept on his desk. The action of throwing them as soon as he walked past the door was such a natural reflex trained over such a long time, that Ethan failed to notice the massive figure standing right next to the desk, waiting for his arrival. By the time he did, it was too late. Massive arms wrapped around his slim waist and neck from behind. Instinctively Ethan’s hands shot up to grasp onto the chokehold and pathetically try to break it despite the vast difference in his and his assailant’s builds. “What the fu-” he managed to say before the thick forearm pressed against his throat, impeding him from emitting any more sounds. “Where’s your coffee, little brother?” Cole’s raspy voice made its way into Ethan’s ears and sent chills down his spine. Tapping lightly on Cole’s muscular arm to let him know he was having trouble breathing, Ethan was relieved when the other slightly loosened his grip. “I threw it outside,” Ethan responded through gritted teeth. “You’re lying,” Cole immediately shot back. “I saw you through the window. Wanna try again?” Shit. “Okay, fine, fine!” Ethan’s mind was speeding faster than his heartbeat, struggling to find a believable way to escape this mess without admitting he’d been lying about having a girlfriend for the past six months. “I went to a party last night with Luke and the guys. I crashed at Alex’s place because I forgot about our trip until you called me this morning.” The thrumming sound of the AC battling against the heat was the only thing Ethan could focus on as he nervously waited for his brother’s response. One of Cole’s arms, the one around his sibling’s waist, gave in just enough to let Ethan relax his body. Just as he did, Ethan realized something big had been pulsing against his back that entire time. He wondered for a second what could his brother be carrying that would throb like that, but he didn’t get far with his thoughts. “Are you scared of me, Ethan?” A few seconds ago, the answer to that very question would’ve been clear. But, somehow ironically, the fact that his possessive, jealous brother would ask such a thing while he still held Ethan’s neck in his muscular arm; made the reply a much different one. “Wh-what do you mean?” he asked hesitantly. Cole was a gym rat. A traditional, through and through, toxic masculinity, macho, alpha male, gym rat. Despite only being six years older than Ethan, he had built himself so much that he was easily twice the size of his younger sibling. As they grew together, Ethan had had many a chance to observe his brother’s shirtless, majestic body. Each one of his arms was as big as Ethan’s own waist. Cole’s chest was his pride and joy, with sculpted pecs accentuating his pleasing aesthetic. Rippling abs descended from them and seemed to merge into the sharpest v-lines Ethan had ever seen. Despite not being gay and certainly not being into his brother, Ethan had always admired Cole for the achievement that was the body of a god. Now that that same body of that same god had him in a death grip from which he wasn’t sure how to escape unharmed, he questioned if he really should’ve been admiring instead of building one of his own. “I don’t like when you lie to me,” Cole’s lips pressed against his brother’s skin, right under Ethan’s ear. “I’m not lying! What the fuck are you doing, Cole? Let me go,” Ethan replied with a confused frown, trying to pull away from the other’s mouth. This whole situation was starting to freak Ethan out. Despite knowing his older sibling’s nature, this was far beyond anything Cole would ever do. Something was very off. Struggling was futile, but he gave it a shot anyway. It soon proved to be a mistake. Cole was levels of magnitude stronger than Ethan. As long as he didn’t want to set his little brother free, Ethan wasn’t going anywhere. “I saw Jason on my way here,” Cole spoke in a freezing cold tone. The implication was right there for Ethan to pick up. Jason had the room across the hall. And he knew about Kara. “He told me an interesting little story about a naughty little brother sneaking away with his secret little girlfriend…” Cole continued. “You wouldn’t happen to know whom he was talking about, would you, E?” “I can explain. Just let me go, Cole!” Ethan struggled again. Panic was spreading across his chest as he felt his brother’s massive hand sneaking under his shirt, gently caressing his stomach. “Why are you acting like this?” “Did you fuck her?” “What-? Cole, let me go!” “Did you eat her pussy out?” His hand slid down now, headed into Ethan’s shorts. The entire situation was confusing, weird, and far more uncomfortable than any other interaction Ethan had ever had with his brother in their whole lives. He felt like a rabbit whose leg had been caught in a trap, unable to escape as the big bad wolf approached it. “Did she squirm when you made her cum?” Cole ignored every plea from his prey, instead asserting his dominance by shoving his hand down. At some point in this bizarre encounter, the mixture of helplessness and the images Cole’s words conjured up in his memory started to affect Ethan. That’s how, as his big brother put his hand down inside Ethan’s boxers; he found a semi-hard dick on its quick way to a full hard-on. His hands shot down from the arm around his neck to the one inside his pants. Ethan took hold of Cole’s wrist, pointlessly yanking at it with no results. Things just spiraled from there. “You like this, huh?” the excitement in his captor’s voice froze Ethan’s blood in his veins. “I don’t appreciate you lying to me, Ethan. All I’ve ever done is care for you. Why do you insist on going off with little skanks when I can give you so much more than any of them could?” Suddenly, realization dawned on Ethan like a bomb. All these years of overbearing possessiveness and jealousy, constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure Cole wasn’t there, ready to ruin every relationship he ever had. It had nothing to do with big brother instincts, nothing to do with protecting. Something twisted and perverted had grown inside of Cole. Ethan should’ve seen it before, but he’d been oblivious. Or perhaps he’d blinded himself to it because he couldn’t believe his role model could be such a monster. “Cole, let me go now, and we can pretend this never happened,” he attempted to reason, “I swear, I won’t tell anyone.” “No.” “N-no?” “You lied to me for six months,” Cole explained. His hand had wrapped around Ethan’s now fully-hard shaft. With slow, deliberate movements, he rocked his hand up and down, sending intense waves of repulsive pleasure through Ethan’s body. As much as he wanted to fight it, his body simply wasn’t responding. It was as if it wasn’t his anymore; Cole was in complete control now. “Cole, please. Please. I’m not gay. I promise I’ll break up with her. Just let me go. I’m not gay, gaziantep escort Cole!” Ethan begged, and, for a moment, he felt a glimmer of hope as his sibling’s body seemed to tense up behind him. “Look at me,” Cole commanded. His voice made it clear that he was the one in power here. Ethan had no choice but to obey. Looking up at his brother, he discovered their faces were barely an inch apart. An intense blush covered his face, feeling intimidated by the other’s stern expression. Cole’s features weren’t as sharp as Ethan’s. The older brother had a narrower chin that spread to a wide jaw. His eyes were the deepest dark, accentuating his dominant gaze under thick eyebrows. A strong nose led Ethan’s eyes down to a mouth with full red lips, as if teasing his little brother, making him wonder what hid behind them. “You promise not to lie again?” Cole whispered, his fresh breath caressing Ethan’s own lips. Throughout the entire time, the eldest hadn’t stopped teasing his little brother’s dick even for a second, and right there, at that very moment, Ethan had to make a conscious effort not to cum in his brother’s hand. “I promise,” he muttered back. His hands were still gripping Cole’s wrist, but they lacked the stubbornness they had just moments ago. A fatal mistake, as Ethan’s older brother, his role model, the man he had grown up admiring, suddenly kissed him. Their lips joined aggressively, as if they had been waiting impatiently for the moment they would finally meet. Cole’s way of kissing demanded absolute submission. He moved firmly against Ethan’s softer mouth, dictating the rhythm to follow. They clashed over and over, and every time they did, Ethan could feel his will to resist his brother fading away. There was nothing he could do anyway but enjoy this. As Cole felt his little brother submitting, he let the arm around Ethan’s neck relax and slide down to the twink’s waist. Gripping it, he pulled his sibling closer to his massive body, grunting with pleasure as he felt Ethan’s perky ass against his hard cock. He subtly grinded against that beautiful slim body he had desired his entire life, almost edging himself. Ethan throbbed in his hand, leaking more and more precum every time Cole slid his hand down his eager member. The younger brother hadn’t yet noticed his brother was just as keen. The initial anger he had experienced when he found out about Ethan’s betrayal was all but gone now, replaced with the hunger Cole usually felt whenever he was around his smaller sibling. It had been shockingly easy to make his brother surrender to those forbidden desires. Careful not to get his hopes up, Cole reminded himself it was probably a mix of little sleep, guilt, and the fact that Ethan didn’t have much choice. Still, the twink was relatively free now, no longer wrapped in giant muscular arms, but Ethan hadn’t moved an inch. In fact, he was willingly responding to his brother’s kiss and even slightly swaying his hips back and forth, fucking into Cole’s hand like he had done his girlfriend just hours ago. The thought of that slut flashed into Cole’s mind without warning, igniting his anger all over again. For years, he had ensured to scare away every whore that had ever intended to get their claws on his little sibling. Thirsty cunts who only wanted him for his looks, never bothering to get to know him properly the way Cole knew him. And yet, Ethan never seemed to realize why Cole acted the way he did. There had been endless occasions over the years when he’d wanted to confess to his baby brother. Tell him about his fantasies, the things he wished they could do together, the fact that he had cum countless times while thinking of being inside Ethan. Cole had always held back, though, convinced that he should let his smaller sibling come to realize things on his own. So when he came to the dorm that morning to find Ethan’s room empty, his mind started to race. The guy living on the other side of the hall, Jason, wasn’t happy to be woken up by Cole violently banging on his door. But his outrage was easy to dismiss once he realized a guy twice his size had him by the collar of his shirt, threatening to beat him to a pulp if he didn’t snitch on Ethan. That’s how he found out his baby brother had been lying to him for the past six months. Rage boiled inside Cole like a furnace. He felt trapped in his clothes, so he’d drop his shirt, leaving him only wearing swim shorts and sneakers. The room was too small to contain him and his anger, but he didn’t want to leave either. So it was right then and there, standing in his little brother’s room, shirtless and fuming with anger, that he made up his mind. After regaining some semblance of control over himself, he called Ethan. Apparently, the younger brother was in his car already when he received the call. He made up some bullshit excuse about getting coffee that he likely already knew Cole wouldn’t buy. At least Ethan was anxious. The agitation in his voice got Cole instantly hard. By the end of the Cole, he was furiously touching himself. Up until this moment, when he found himself passionately making out with Ethan, there hadn’t been much of a plan other than finally fucking his little brother one way or another. Even if “another” meant forcing his little brother to take what he’d earned. That’s why, when Ethan quickly surrendered to his older sibling’s assault, Cole was equally disappointed and ecstatic. On the one hand, he’d hoped for more of a struggle, a way to channel all the anger he’d built up the entire morning. That would have solved everything. On the other hand, he certainly hadn’t expected Ethan to reciprocate the way he had. And that made him ecstatic, his entire body filled with adrenaline. Sure, he wouldn’t get to punish the six-month-long misdeed of his sibling, but this way, perhaps there was hope for more than just a one-time thing. Maybe they would become lovers after this. As long as Ethan belonged only to Cole, he could keep the other safe for the rest of their lives. The excitement that prospect caused in Cole’s mind made him reckless. Mad with love, he pushed his tongue into Ethan’s mouth, tasting his sibling for the very first time in his life. Ethan was shy about it, but Cole knew how to handle that. His tongue was insistent, wrapping around the other and forcing it to share Ethan’s sweet taste. Once they forcefully had to part for air, Cole breathlessly admitted what he had kept to himself for the past fifteen years: “Let’s fuck,” he whispered with a gruff voice. And just like that, the spell was broken. “What?!” Ethan’s eyes were wide open as he took the opportunity to walk away from his brother. The sudden reaction surprised Cole, letting his brother go, releasing both member and waist. Ethan’s mind was spinning endlessly. He’d just make out with his older brother. He even got a handjob from Cole! What the hell was going on?! “Cole, please get out of my room,” Ethan made sure to stay as far away from the other man as the cramped room would allow him to. “Wait, why? What happened?” Cole’s brain was lagging behind the sudden change. “I’m not fucking gay, dude! And I’m not into my fucking brother! In fact, I wouldn’t be even if I WAS fucking gay!” Ethan’s voice rose with every word he spoke. His entire body was shaking. It was as if something had broken between the two of them. He hadn’t even noticed Cole’s half-naked body until that moment. This was madness. “Ethan, listen,” Cole started, but he had no idea how to follow that up. What possible combination of words could he use to talk his brother back into this? “There’s nothing to listen to, man! Just get the fuck out!” Ethan was struggling to look at his older sibling. Any time he did, his eyes would wander down to his sculpted body; or the massive bulge Cole still sported in his swim trunks. It wasn’t that something had broken between them, but something had broken inside Ethan. “Don’t tell me you weren’t into that,” Cole started, “you kissed back.” “Y-you had me by the neck!” “You didn’t pull back when I let go, though.” “Back off! This is so fucked up, man!” “There’s nothing fucked up about loving your brother, Ethan.” “That’s not– What are you–? What?!” “Listen. E. I’ve wanted you for longer than I care to admit, okay? You’re fucking sexy, dude. I’ve tried to keep these feelings at bay, but I can’t help it if you pull shit like this new side bitch you’ve got going on for half a year. I’ve tried to protect you from them, but you don’t seem to want my protection, so now I’m just straight-up telling you: I want you,” Cole finally let it out. It immediately felt like a huge weight lifted off his chest… a weight promptly replaced by a new, burning wave of something much more powerful. The pause that followed seemed to last forever. “Are you– Are you serious?” Ethan reached into his pocket hesitantly. Cole took a step forward, trying to close the space between them, but Ethan immediately stepped back against the window at the back of the room. “Do I have to call campus security to get you the fuck out of my room? You’re insane, Cole!” he shouted, showing his brother his phone. Ethan felt plagued with thoughts he didn’t want to have. Looking at his brother had become impossible at this point. But the room was tiny. Small enough that Cole only needed two more strides to reach his baby brother and slap the phone off his hand. Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out as he found Cole’s warm lips against his again. This time, the oldest one wasted no time shoving his tongue into his smaller brother’s mouth. The younger sibling was too stunned for a moment to do anything. Cole’s thick tongue explored his mouth with no inhibitions, sliding around every corner, absorbing Ethan’s essence. The twink’s punches barely did anything against Cole’s massive frame. Ethan couldn’t move or walk away anywhere, as his big brother had him trapped against the window. The thought of someone casually walking by and seeing him making out with a guy, or worse yet, with his brother, made him put all the more energy into trying to fight Cole away. Finally, his brother relented, pulling back but still holding Ethan’s face in his rough hands. “Cole, you’re fucked up,” Ethan said, feeling tears finally build up in his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this for most of my life, E,” Cole made no effort to disguise the truth behind those words. There was no longer a reason. “You can hate me afterward if that’s what you want, but I will have you today.” “What do you even mean by that?” despite doing his best to hold back overwhelming emotions, Ethan’s voice cracked regardless. “It means,” Cole’s hands moved from his brother’s face to his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees with relative ease despite Ethan’s struggles, “that I’m going to use you until I’m satisfied. You can think of it as a punishment for lying, but I think, deep down, you’re just like her. A thirsty little slut desperate for a thick cock.” Cole’s entire demeanor had changed; only five minutes ago, Ethan had felt safe in his brother’s arms while they kissed. As fucked up as it was, for a moment it felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. It felt like a lover he had known his entire life, just wanting to make his partner feel safe and loved. They could’ve left it at that. A deep secret suriyeli escort they’d never share with anyone. Just a fleeting moment of desire that wouldn’t happen ever again. After all, the brothers had broken a taboo, but nobody had to know. Ethan tried to explain that to the other, but Cole had turned cold in seconds, and now Ethan was on his knees. “Cole, please,” begging didn’t work the first time, but perhaps if he managed to negotiate, “I promise I’ll break up with Kara, and you and I can make out whenever you want. Just let me go, please.” “It feels so good to tell you, Ethan finally,” Cole said, ignoring every word coming out of his little brother’s mouth, “you have the most fuckable face. I swear. You have no idea how many times I came thinking about having my dick down your throat.” “This is fucked up,” Ethan whispered for what felt like the millionth time that morning. Unfortunately for him, time ran out. His shirtless brother took one last step forward. The throbbing bulge in Cole’s pants was merely an inch away from Ethan’s face. There was no way to escape this. His brother was big enough to block any path forward, and the only window in the entire room was against Ethan’s back. He could feel how warm the curtains were, heated by the sun staring straight into the small living space. In a twisted attempt at humor from his brain Ethan suddenly recalled the day he’d gone with his brother to buy those same curtains. The brother that now pulled his swim shorts down and revealed a cock as big as a horse’s. As a straight guy, Ethan hadn’t seen many male organs in his life other than in porn videos. It wasn’t a subject he’d be particularly interested in knowing about, but now that he was face to face with one as huge as Cole’s, he felt a tinge of curiosity. “If you follow along, I might spare you what I have planned next,” the older brother’s voice came from above like a god showing mercy to a helpless subject. The entire thing was likely around nine to ten inches, a true monster. It was uncircumcised, with a glistening pink head soaked in shiny precum. Ethan looked at it with more curiosity than he wished he had. Hesitantly, he raised a hand and touched it. The tips of his fingers traced the thick veins running down the shaft, a trail that seemed to go on for too long until he reached the perfectly shaved, thick base, except for a happy trail going up to Cole’s navel. “Make me cum, little brother,” Cole commanded in a gruff voice; it was clear he could barely hold himself back at this point, but he hadn’t moved a muscle since putting his hand on Ethan’s head. The twink looked up with some difficulty. “Is there any other way?” he asked. “No,” the response came immediately. “But you’ll enjoy it more if you put your mind to it, and we could make it a thing if you do end up liking it, you know?” The entire situation was surreal. Just hours ago, Ethan was between his girlfriend’s legs, enjoying regular, straight sex. Now he was on his knees, his heart beating out of his chest as he faced straight at his older brother’s huge cock. And the worst part was that, deep down, somewhere dark, he felt tempted to give in. For as long as Ethan remembered, he had admired his big brother, following him around when they were kids, imitating him when they were teenagers, and always following Cole’s orders because the older brother knew best. Maybe this was the natural progression of it all, the next step in their sibling relationship. It’s not like there was any other choice, right? Maybe if he was fast, they could get past all of this and pretend it never happened while still satisfying Ethan’s morbid curiosity. Frowning, he reached his conclusion. Ethan opened his mouth as big as he could. Cole’s hand tensed, pulling on his brother’s hair in anticipation. The precum from the smooth pink head tasted salty on the younger’s tongue, nothing like Kara’s taste. Desperately trying to remember anything he could from the last few porn videos he’d watched, Ethan kept going down, trying to shove as much of his brother’s cock in his mouth as he could and hoping to god Cole would cum quickly. Looking up at his master for approval, the newly reformed straight guy tried to wiggle his tongue, attempting to feel the veins in his brother’s thick member, hoping that would be enough to expedite things. The effort made his jaw ache, as the meat felt much girthier in his mouth than in his hand. Meanwhile, Cole was ecstatic. The pent-up rage that had led him to an entire morning of planning the brutal rape of his little brother was all but gone now. The delirious pleasure of seeing Ethan on his knees, willingly stuffing his mouth while looking up with innocent bright blue eyes was everything he’d always dreamed of and more. For a moment, he contemplated pinching himself to ensure he was still awake, but just as he was about to, he felt the back of his little sibling’s mouth, followed by a fit of cough from Ethan. “You’re going too fast, E,” Cole instructed, pulling out with a tinge of disappointment. “I’ve never done anything like this,” Ethan complained. “You’ll learn. Keep going,” the big brother tone admitted no arguments. Cole’s command sent a shiver full of an unnamable feeling down Ethan’s spine. He let his new teacher slide his rough hand to the back of his head and pull his pupil back to the enticing piece of meat waiting for its wet attention. Ethan wrapped his lips around the head with a little more enthusiasm this time. Although he would never say it out loud, there was something exhilarating about having an older man forcing you down to your knees and making you suck his cock; particularly when that older man was related to you by blood. Cole acted and talked like he knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. That wasn’t new in his brother, but what was, was Ethan’s growing bulge in response to his older sibling’s confidence. The shaft was so thick Ethan tried to wrap one of his hands around it, but he couldn’t make his thumb and the rest of his fingers meet. Still, he slid his fist down his brother’s cock, with his mouth following just behind, sucking as hard as he could manage while looking up at Cole. He tried to ignore the growing pain in his joints and instead concentrated on keeping his teeth off his brother’s penis, doing his best to guarantee maximum satisfaction, wanting to please Cole. His body was beautiful. Bathed in sunlight, Cole resembled a greek god. Ethan had lived twenty-two years alongside this absolute unit of a man, but he had never appreciated his brother as much as he did now, on his knees, doing as told. Every ripple and bump on Cole’s magnificent torso seemed to call out to Ethan. Once again, he had to remind himself of his own sexuality. He’d never felt any attraction for another guy in his entire life. Even on the rare occasions when someone would hit on him at the club, Ethan had always been sure of his response: not interested. So why did he feel the unstoppable need to touch himself, release his organ from its prison, and pleasure himself while he worshipped his new male god with his tongue? Every second that went by, Ethan became more and more convinced by the lust demon on his shoulder that he should give in to the taboo desires that were stirring in his lower stomach. And every time he shoved his brother’s cock in his mouth, his will to resist that demon weakened. Cole’s body was warm to the touch under Ethan’s palms. He started on his brother’s thick, hard thighs. Each one was as bulky as Ethan’s entire torso. In fact, if Cole had been sitting down, he could’ve crushed his twinkish sibling’s skull without a second thought. “God, Ethan,” Cole grunted. That was the first time in his life Ethan had ever heard him like that… and he didn’t want it to stop. Power radiated from this unit of a man as the younger brother explored more. Going up to the deep ridges forming the V that pointed down to the prize inside Ethan’s growingly eager mouth, he followed them slowly up, taking his time to enjoy every fiver of every muscle. Abs like the one on Cole’s torso were easy to dismiss as an impossible achievement, obtainable only through the magic of marketing. That is unless one were to touch each and every hard-packed muscle, counting eight from the bottom all the way to the top. Each time Ethan escalated to a new tier, his newfound thirst increased even more, making his head move faster up and down the massive shaft that occupied the vast majority of his face hole. The little brother’s enthusiasm didn’t go unnoticed by Cole. He had been perfectly still up until that moment, afraid that if he were to move, Ethan would suddenly wake up from this new lustful state and attempt to escape again. But the camel’s back broke the second that pretty twink started touching Cole’s body. His hand was big enough to encompass all of Ethan’s, and he did just that, helping his little brother, guiding him to feel every nook and cranny of his hard-worked muscle mass. That small act was all Ethan needed to confirm his brother’s approval. He felt increasing anxiety. Both his hands were too busy in their worship of Cole, which meant there was no release for his own aching member. His big brother’s release was a necessity. Increasing the speed, Ethan bobbed his head up and down faster while keeping his eyes fixed on Cole’s body, afraid of looking further up into his sibling’s eyes. There was no telling what Ethan’s lust would turn into if he ever met the older’s gaze. Every time he went down again, he tried to shove another inch, relaxing his throat as much as possible. It was a challenge, but he was a quick learner, adapting to the sensation with every new downward movement. His little brother’s cute face and conscious efforts were everything Cole had ever wanted. The thought that this could potentially be the one and only time this would ever happen made him grit his teeth. Something had clicked inside of Ethan. That much was evident in his little brother’s eagerness. Still a moment ago, when they kissed, he’d felt that same enthusiasm, but the moment broke with too much ease. In the end, Cole decided he couldn’t risk not making the absolute most out of this moment. With his hand still behind Ethan’s head, the older brother grabbed a fistful of hair, gripping tightly and taking control. There were still about three inches left for the twink to conquer, but his master’s patience had come to an end. Cole fucked his sibling’s face with wild and violent abandon, watching hypnotized as his ten inches of girthy cock disappeared into his brother’s throat over and over again. The sudden change put a look of shock on Ethan’s face, making him finally gaze up at his brother with wide eyes. One of his hands shot down to push against Cole’s thigh in a futile attempt to stop the assault, but the other one found itself trapped by his brother’s bigger one, pressed against the marble abs he still felt the fervent desire to worship. Cole watched his pretty brother’s eyes fill with tears as Ethan repeatedly choked anytime the ten inches of fuck-stick sank back down into his esophagus. Far from feeling pity for his little twink sibling, Cole felt exhilarated instead. Each time his fat helmet head lodged itself, keeping Ethan from breathing, he was reminded of another night when he rus escort had endlessly cum thinking of this exact scenario. It wasn’t long before his legs started to shake in anticipation. The face-fucking didn’t relent, increasing in speed and brutality instead. Ethan could feel his brother’s cock throbbing violently in his tongue. He knew what was coming but didn’t know how to prepare for it. Being brutally assaulted also didn’t help his focus. As he reached his climax, the dominant male pulled his baby brother’s face harshly against him, all the way down up until the tenth inch. He felt Ethan’s lips kissing the base of his pulsating cock, the bottom one touching his quivering balls, and he finally exploded. Thick ropes of warm cum shot down, straight into his little brother’s stomach. At least six full loads. Ethan patted him desperately, running out of air, but Cole didn’t relent until he had emptied the very last drop. In his darkest fantasies, he kept shooting until his brother passed out, only to wake up impaled by Cole. “Fuck!” Ethan screamed, coughing uncontrollably on all fours once Cole let go. “Your fault for being that fucking hot,” Cole said with a satisfied smirk and breathless for entirely different reasons. Tapping his younger sibling’s shoulder, Cole indicated Ethan to get up. The latter took a second to gather himself before obeying his brother hesitantly, pointlessly trying to cover the massive hard-on he was still sporting. “You fucking liked that?!” Cole’s shock was mixed with excitement, making Ethan’s heart skip a beat. “I– I mean, I guess,” he blushed, turning a deep crimson. Ethan wiped some saliva from his chin and looked like he was going to say something else but didn’t. “So you are a thirsty little slut. I wasn’t that far off,” Cole observed with renewed lust. “Shut up!” “Or what? You’re gonna beg for more?” Ethan bit his tongue. He had enjoyed that far more than any other sexual act he had ever performed in his twenty-two years of life. The feeling of helplessness while an alpha male like his brother used him as a fuck-hole to dump his cum in gave him such a rush; he couldn’t quite explain where the fuck it had come from. He was absolutely sure he wasn’t gay. He’d never felt any sort of interest in other guys whatsoever. And yet, being abused by Cole had felt so good. A small yelp escaped him as his new handler pressed his naked body against Ethan’s still fully dressed one. The glass from the window behind him felt warm against his back. A warmth the back of his hands soon felt as well, as Cole got a hold of his young treat’s wrists and pulled them above Ethan’s head, slamming them against the window and completely restricting him. The other free hand slid down the twink’s slim body, first over his shirt. Then under it. Up to the chest, feeling every nipple between coarse fingers and then traveling down to Ethan’s navel, to his waist, right above the waistband; then to the side, feeling the faint trace of a v-line. “C-Cole,” Ethan’s voice was about to break. “Yeah?” “Just do whatever the hell you wanna do,” he begged. “Is that what you want? You wanna be your big brother’s whore?” Cole asked against his ear. The warm breath almost made Ethan cum. He nodded. “Say it,” his older brother commanded. “I wanna be your whore,” Ethan mumbled. The younger’s eyes refused to meet his older brother despite Cole’s insistence. So, with a swift change of strategy, he pressed his sculpted torso against Ethan, trapping him thoroughly and laying soft kisses on his beautiful sibling’s neck. Such intense teasing was driving Ethan insane. He felt close to losing his mind completely. Keeping his mind blank was no longer a challenge, as even if he wanted to, he couldn’t think of anything other than his brother’s lips, his hands, and his dick inside of him. Still, Cole had to make sure. After a long and distracting path, his hand finally found its way into the twink’s shorts. Ethan was far smaller than his lover but still sported some respectable six inches. Six inches soaked in precum. “Do you still think this is fucked up, E?” “It’s completely fucked up, but if you stop, I’ll kill you,” Ethan replied, almost out of breath. “Who said anything about stopping?” Cole took his hand off and, trying to ignore the death glare from his little brother, turned the twink around with a quick movement of his arms. Now Ethan was facing outwards while his ass was ripe for the taking. “I’m going to breed you, E. Tell me you want it,” Cole whispered while slowly pulling Ethan’s shorts down to reveal a perky pair of cheeks waiting for him. After everything that had happened that morning, it was still difficult for the younger one to push the words out. “Cole, you’re gonna tear me apart,” was the only Ethan managed to articulate. “Don’t worry,” the other replied. Changing their roles on some level, Cole was now the one getting on his knees for his brother. His hands were big enough to spread Ethan wide open, a whimper escaping from the younger one’s mouth. Meanwhile, Ethan was apprehensively staring out the window while trying to keep his thoughts, any thoughts, at bay. But if anyone were to come out for some reason and look at his window, the only logical thing to do would be to move out of the dorm, college, city, state, and even country. Just as he was about to complain, though, he felt something warm and wet running against his entrance. Ethan was still hard from his older brother’s intense fondling, and now this entirely new sensation felt like it might just be the thing to throw him over the edge. “C-Cole,” he moaned loudly, completely forgetting every worry he’d just have about… whatever he was worrying about. But Cole had his mouth busy, he couldn’t respond to his little sibling’s whimpers at the moment. He licked, kissed, and penetrated Ethan’s puckered pink hole, shoving his tongue in, pushing to open it, and then retreating to lick up and down just for the pleasure of hearing the other moan uncontrollably. The muscled brother kept his attentions going for what must have felt like ages. Ethan was over the moon. If letting his brother have his way with him meant that he could feel like this, he felt prepared to say yes to anything his new lover would request. There seemed to be no downsides. If Cole raped his mouth brutally or rimmed his hole lovingly, Ethan simply lost control of himself regardless, adoring every second of whatever his big brother decided to gift him. Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as soon as he felt something harder, rougher making its way inside him. For a second, he entertained the thought that this might be just a bit too much. Sucking Cole off was one thing but this was escalating to a whole new level of taboo. And once again, Cole immediately managed to dispel any cloudy ideas inside his pretty brother as he shoved a second finger in at the same time he pushed deeper, hitting Ethan’s prostate and making him yelp with intense ecstasy. “What the fuck was that?” Ethan asked, out of breath. “That was nothing compared to what’s coming.” Cole kept it up, pushing in and out; constantly stimulating his little brother’s sweet spot and making Ethan’s knees feel like jello. After a few more minutes of playing with a third finger in, the older one decided it was finally time. He got up, sliding his hands alongside the twink’s waist and pulling him harshly so he could wedge his fat cock between his brother’s cheeks. “Ready?” he whispered into his bottom’s ear. “This is so wrong, Cole,” Ethan replied, biting his lip with a mix of regret and surrender. “Too late.” Spreading Ethan’s leg wide using his own, Cole fulfilled his biggest, dirtiest fantasy in one rough push. His brother was massive. Ethan could feel just how wide his hole had to spread to let him in. It hurt far more than he expected, causing his back to tense before Cole grabbed him by the neck to pull him back against his chest. “It- fucking hurts!” Ethan complained. “Relax, it gets better,” Cole promised in return. As any good boy would, Ethan did as he was told, slowly relaxing to let his older brother sink deeper inside. A few minutes went by like that, feeling Cole pushing deeper and deeper inside him until he could have sworn he felt that massive cock poking from the inside of his tummy. Just as he was about to complain again, Ethan felt it; that mind-numbingly delicious feeling that made his entire body shiver and tingle in sheer bliss. “There!” he moaned triumphantly. “Yeah? That’s the spot?” Cole encouraged his lover, kissing Ethan’s neck passionately before pulling out to ram all the way back in. “Oh god!” Ethan exclaimed. Over and over again, the older of the two brothers managed to pull out and slide back in with increasing speed, while the younger one felt his legs shaking, toes curling, and gripped to his curtains for dear life. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Ethan encouraged his forbidden partner. Cole was happy to oblige, enjoying not only the lustful pleasure of a tight, virgin hole but also the fact of whose hole that belonged to. So many years of stealing lustful looks at his brother when he wasn’t watching; being ever so close to giving in to his lower instincts but always refraining himself. Everything culminated in this grandiose moment when he slammed his massive cock into Ethan, with the twink’s body in his thick arms and the loud moans making it into his ears to induce him to finish in one massive explosion. “I’m gonna cum, E,” he warned. There was no response from the bottom, his mind too far gone. Deep, animalistic grunts accompanied Cole’s climax as he thrust with renewed strength, trying to sink as deep as he could, slamming his balls against his brother’s cheeks. “F-Fuck!” Ethan shouted. He’d just noticed his best friend outside his window, just a few feet away, completely frozen with eyes wide open as he witnessed Ethan cumming profusely against the glass while his older brother slammed him repeatedly, reaching his own climax. The overwhelming quantity of sensations made it so he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, care about anything but the man behind him. Let everyone watch for all Ethan cared. There would be time for regrets later. “I love you, Cole,” he moaned as he shot the last load. In truth, he had always loved his brother. They were part of the same family after all. But at that moment, those words took on a different meaning. As his life-long role model shoot thick ropes of cum deep into his innards, Ethan kept repeating those same words, trying to get the meaning across while having lost the ability to express it. During the rush of the peak of their pleasure, Cole had wrapped his arms around his slim brother’s torso to pull him as close as he could; feeling the other’s warm body against his toned muscles. He wanted to sense every inch of his brother as he bred Ethan, he needed to. They spent several minutes intertwined like that after they had ridden their orgasms. Neither of them wanted to return to the ordinary world, where people would judge them and shun them from society for breaking one of the biggest taboos in human culture, where Ethan’s best friend had witnessed all of it and ran away without being noticed. “I love you too,” Cole broke the silence. Ethan blushed, but he didn’t know how to retort. “You haven’t changed my mind, though. This is fucked up,” he shot, but the pleasant smile on his face, while he rested naked in his brother’s arm, took away the effect he intended for it to have. “I know,” Cole replied, surprising Ethan. “But I’m not gonna stop.” “What if I refuse?” “Still not gonna stop.”

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