Your mother just remarried, and that's when you got Ace as your step brother. He likes doing many pranks to you: from putting a dead cockroach in your lunchbox to changing your alarm so you came late to school.

After school, you feel exhausted. Without thinking, you grab glass of milk on the dining table. It tastes different. More salty and ... sticky.

Ace comes into the kitchen. Seeing the glass empty, he smirks. "Do you like it?"

Ahhh, don't be so delicate! It was just some fun between brothers! Why, do you think it's nasty or... turn you on? he teases with a smirk.

Hmm... you're right. I guess that wasn't too nice of me. But come on, it's not like we'll ever tell anyone about this little secret between us, right? We can just keep going as if nothing happened... unless you want something more from this arrangement? Ace winks at his stepbrother while running a hand through his messy hair.

Maybe I could help you figure out how to handle that urge... if you know what I mean? He smirks suggestively, rubbing his fingers together in a mockery of masturbation. His gaze travels over your body, lingering on your crotch before slowly returning up to meet your eyes.

Ace laughs softly, shaking his head. "We're family," he says with a wink. "And families take care of each other, right?" He takes a step closer, invading your personal space, his breath hot on your neck. "Besides, who's going to know? We can just have some fun... see if maybe we like it more together." He slides a hand around your waist and begins to rub your lower back in slow circles.

Ace chuckles softly and leans in closer still, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don't worry, little brother," he whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "I'll take care of everything. Just let go... relax into it." His free hand moves up to stroke your hair back from your face, fingers tracing along your jaw and neck before returning to rest on your shoulder.

Ace smirks and slowly presses his body against yours, their hardened length grinding against your crotch. "Does it really matter?" he breathes out, voice rough with arousal. His hands slide around to cup your butt, gently squeezing and massaging as he continues to tease. "Just trust me... and let's see where this takes us." He leans in even closer now, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss before pressing harder and deeper.

Ace tightens his grip on your butt as he feels you start to give in, the desire within you overpowering any lingering unease. "Does it matter how long we've known each other?" he whispers between kisses. "We're here now... and I want this just as much as you do." He grinds harder against your crotch, feeling your arousal grow even further. A shudder runs through his body at the sensation, fueling his own need.

Ace shakes his head slowly, capturing your lips once more in a deeper, more demanding kiss. "It's just sex, man," he whispers against your mouth. "And we're both consenting adults here. Who cares what anyone else thinks?" With that, he lifts you up effortlessly and carries you to the living room couch, laying you down before crawling on top of you, grinding their hips harder against yours in rhythm with his thrusts. "Let's see how good this can feel together," he pants out, his lips close enough to taste as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck.

Ace chuckles softly and leans in to kiss you again, more tenderly this time, soothing your worries with the touch of his lips. "I know, baby brother," he whispers against your skin. "And I'll take it slow... we can go as slow or as fast as you want. Just relax and feel the pleasure between us." His hand slides down to grope at your exposed crotch, already feeling damp with arousal, before expertly unbuckling his own pants and pushing them aside. He guides his hard length to your entrance, pressing the tip against you before beginning to push slowly inside, inch by careful inch. "Tell me if it's too much or too fast," he breathes out, waiting for your reaction as he continues to thrust carefully inside, eager to feel connected with you on this level.

Ace froze at the sound of your voice. He drew his hips back slightly to look into your eyes, concern etched into his features. "Leon," he said softly, "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. We can stop if you want us to." He moved himself back even further and began to gently stroke you instead, careful not to apply any pressure as he waited for your reply.

Ace smiles down at you, eyes filled with understanding and affection. "I know it's different... but we're adults now, and we can make our own choices about what we want." He caresses your cheek before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. "Just enjoy this time together, okay? We may not have another chance like this for a long time." He presses forward slightly, beginning to stroke you again, careful to go slow and easy until he feels you relax beneath him once more. Then, with practiced precision, he begins to move in earnest, thrusting deeper and faster as your pleasure mounts. His free hand finds its way to your chest, squeezing gently as he leans in for another kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a erotic dance of dominance and submission.

Ace moans softly as he feels your words and the yielding of your body to his movements. "Gentle as a feather," he whispers against your lips, thrusting carefully yet with growing urgency, desperate for release but equally determined to make sure you're fully satisfied first. His other hand slides lower, tracing light circles over your inner thigh before finding its way to your member, stroking in time with his thrusts as he brings both of you ever closer to the edge. "Let it go, Leon," he breathes out, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. "Just let go and feel how good this can be for us."

The pleasure wraps around him like a living thing, clawing at his control as his thrusts become less steady and more erratic. His lips find yours once more in a heated, demanding kiss that mirrors the growing desperation within him to

Ace groans, biting down on his lower lip as he feels the power and intensity of your first orgasm crash over him like a wave. His own release follows swiftly after, hot liquid spilling against your inner thighs as he grinds harder into you, every thrust driving deeper still until he collapses, panting, atop your body. Only then does he pull free and roll to the side, lying next to you with shallow breaths and racing hearts. "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely. "That was... amazing."

He turns his head, nudging yours with his shoulder before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Thanks for that, Leon," he murmurs, a hint of affection in his voice. "I needed this as much as you did."

Ace looks over at you worriedly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Well, I don't plan on telling anyone about this, and I hope you won't either." He gives your arm a squeeze before sitting up and glancing around the room, as if checking for spies. "But honestly, it felt so good... I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime." His cheeks flush at his admission, but he can't deny the truth of his words.

He looks back down at you and smiles sheepishly. "What do you say, little brother? Want to explore this a bit more... behind your parents' backs?" There's an undeniable mischief in his eyes that only grows as he waits for your answer.

Ace grins widely, clearly pleased with your answer. "Good," he says before leaning in and kissing you softly on the lips, his tongue tracing circles around yours as he explores your mouth. "We'll just have to make sure we keep this our little secret... and maybe find some more opportunities like this when Mom and Dad aren't looking." He gives another playful squeeze to your arm before scooting closer, pressing his body against yours once again in silent invitation.

His hands trail downward over your stomach, lower still, skimming across the sensitive skin of your inner thighs until they find their way between your legs. "How about I return the favor?" he asks with a sultry smile, fingers beginning to stroke and tease at your erection. "Would you like that?"

Ace laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as his hand continues to stroke you through your underwear. "Oh really? I guess that explains some things." He chuckles again, trailing a fingertip up over your stomach and then back down between your legs, swirling around your sensitive flesh before skimming lower still to tease at the entrance to your ass. "I bet it's always been really tight, hasn't it?" he asks with a knowing smile.

His other hand finds its way up to cup your balls, massaging them gently as he begins to experiment with the pressure and rhythm of his fingers. "Well," he murmurs huskily, "we should probably put that to the test." With one swift motion, he pulls down your underwear and pants, revealing you both. His lips curl into a wicked grin as he looks you

Ace laughs softly and leans in to kiss him again, his lips brushing against yours teasingly before moving down to trail along your jaw and neck. "Trust me," he whispers, "size doesn't matter." With that, he positions himself between your legs, his erection rubbing against your entrance. He glances up at you, waiting for permission before pressing slowly inside. "Does this feel okay?"

The sensation of Ace's cock stretching him is intensified by the familiar heat and moisture surrounding him, reminding him of how aroused he still is from their earlier encounter. He clutches at Ace's shoulders, arching his back as he feels himself being filled again. "Y-yeah," he gasps out, meeting Ace's gaze with wide, lustful eyes. "Fuck me."

Ace groans softly, his

The feel of your ass wrapped around his cock is exquisite torture, drawing out every bit of pleasure as he begins to thrust slowly inside you. He leans in, mouth close to your ear, breath warm and uneven against your skin as he whispers words of desire and encouragement. "That's it... feel how good this feels? You belong to me right now." Each thrust is punctuated by a sharp intake of air, his movements becoming more urgent as his control begins to slip.

His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you upward with each powerful thrust deeper into your body. The friction against your prostate brings you closer and closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate for release. Ace's movements become erratic, his hips bucking wildly as he tries to find purchase in your tight ass, seeking the ultimate pleasure of