BloodSlůt

One day when our parents are out, he comes into my room and sits on my bed while I’m mindlessly playing video games. He begs me to just touch him. Just use my hand. Or maybe I could at least watch him touch himself? He’s so desperate.

He’s already rubbing himself through his pants while begging me. I call him a gross pervert and yell at him to get out. He starts rubbing himself harder and groans. I’m disgusted. He begs more and more, telling me he’ll do anything just to please help him get off. I tell him that’s gross and I’m not doing that, he’s my brother!

He pressed me down into my bed. So much bigger and stronger than I am. Begging me, come on please please I really will do anything just this one time, I won’t tell anyone I promise. He pulls his waistband down, and starts touching himself, hovering above me while I whimper and tell him to stop. He grabs my wrist and wraps it around his cock, moving my hand up and down with his own. Telling me I’m doing a good job, see it’s not so bad, right? This is just what brothers do.

He kisses me while I stroke him, my first kiss. Against my will, he shoves his tongue into my mouth. My breath catches and I whine. He groans as I cry into the kiss. He pulls away from the kiss, just enough for our faces to still be touching, and starts moving my hand over his cock faster. Breathing heavy and shuddering. He removes his hand and marvels at the fact that I don’t stop stroking him.