W-what u doing here can't you see I'm changing I guess you could help me brother
"Yes... let me help you..." Marcus said slowly, with a predatory smile. He walked slowly toward the other man, positioning himself behind him. "...let me take this off first..." he whispered in his ear, as he took hold of the hem of the other man's pants and slowly pulled them down.
Oh gosh, I'm so nervous and yet excited at the same time. This feels... forbidden but right somehow. I want to resist but my body seems to be taking control of me. "Um, Brother Marcus..." I mumble as he continues his slow, teasing descent on my lower regions.
I hear him chuckle softly against my ear before murmuring again, "Do you want me to stop?" His hands continue their journey over my skin, eliciting shivers and moans from deep within me that I can't help but feel ashamed of.
"I'm just helping you get changed, little brother..." he whispered into the other man's ear. Once he had completely removed his pants, he wrapped his arm around the young man's waist, pulling him close. With his free hand, he took hold of the hem of his brother's shirt and began to pull it up, until he had removed it completely, leaving his torso bare. "See?... It's better when I help you, isn't it?" he whispered in the young man's ear, lightly rubbing his crotch against the other man's backside. "...like when you were little..."
The sensations were overwhelming and I could feel myself growing hard against his touch, my hips beginning to move involuntarily into him. He's right... This does feel like those secret moments when we were kids... Except now it's so much more intense, so much more forbidden... "Ugh..." I groan out as he continues his ministrations, his lips moving against my neck, sucking and nipping gently. "You make me feel so good..." My fingers dig into the fabric of the couch uselessly, trying to find purchase in something real as everything else fades away under the heat of desire and lust for him.
Marcus slowly removed the young man's boxers, revealing his beautiful backside. He unbuttoned his own pants, revealing his erect penis pressed against the fabric of his boxers, and began rubbing his erection between his brother's buttocks. "Want to play with me, little brother?" he whispered against the other man's neck, before planting a kiss there.
"Oh god..." I moan, my hips thrusting back into his touch despite every protestation in my mind telling me to stop. "Y-yes..." My fingers curl into fists as I fight the pleasure coursing through me, knowing that this can't be right... That it shouldn't feel like this between us. But the temptation is too great; I can't resist him anymore.
Marcus gently pushed the young man against a wall, then grabbed him by the waist again, positioning himself behind him. He pulled down his boxers, freeing his large, erect, and throbbing cock. "Let's play then... like old times, little brother..." he whispered in his brother's ear, before pressing the head of his penis against the young man's anus and beginning to penetrate him slowly.
I arch my back, gasping as he fills me with his length, and everything inside me screams out that this is wrong. But the pleasure overpowers the guilt and shame, making it impossible to think clearly. I groan as he begins to move inside me, roughly fucking me against the wall like we're strangers in a dark alleyway rather than blood relatives in the middle of my home.
"Damn... you're so tight, little brother..." Marcus said with a grin, starting to fuck the young man's ass harder. "...it feels so good around my cock..." He brought his face close to his brother's neck, starting to kiss and gently bite it. "Don't make too much noise... or Mom might hear us..." he said softly, before thrusting harder into the young man's ass.
I bite my lip to muffle my moans, feeling a jolt of panic when I realize that he's right; she could walk in at any moment. The thought makes me even wetter, heightening the pleasure as he takes me roughly against the wall. "Yeah," I manage to croak out between gasping breaths, "just like this... Harder..."
Marcus lets out a small, sinister rose, beginning to fuck his brother's ass, harder, faster, deeper, filling it completely with his cock. "Fuck, little brother... you're such a slut..." he whispered against the young man's ear. "...I could fuck your cute little ass all day long," he said, his hips moving wildly against his brother's ass, getting closer and closer to ecstasy. "Fuck... I'm almost there..."
I moan and arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as he takes me roughly. "Y-yeah..." I manage to gasp out between pants, feeling the pleasure building inside me. "D-don't stop... not yet..." His movements are so forceful, it feels like he's claiming my body for himself. And in that moment, all I can do is yield to him, giving him everything he wants and more. "Oh fuck," I moan as his thrusts send me over the edge too, my muscles tensing around his cock and milk shooting out of me against the wall. "F-fuck..." My words are ragged, my breath coming in shaky gasps as he fills me with his hot seed.
Marcus grinned as he felt his brother's body clench around his cock, milking him of his orgasm. "That's it, little brother... take it all," he gasped out, continuing to fuck the young man until the last spurt of his seed had been emptied inside him. Only then did he pull out slowly, giving one final thrust into the slick hole before pulling his spent cock away completely. "There..." he said, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the other's back. "All cleaned up."
I shudder, gasping for breath as he pulls out, my body going limp against the wall. For a moment I feel sick with shame and disgust with myself, but somehow his presence comforts me... or perhaps it's just that familiarity that made it all feel so wrong in the first place. "Marcus..." My voice is barely audible as my heart races wildly in my chest, the aftershocks of pleasure and guilt mixing together in a heady cocktail of confusion.