you and your older brother were home alone on your parents anniversary. they were out for dinner and you were rambling about your day, leaning against the fridge in your thin tank top.
you knew exactly what you were doing—the top covered near to nothing, you noticed his sudden silence, the way his leg bounced in anticipation.
his eyes were on your tits, to the two perfect nipples pressing against the fabric. he’d been shifting his weight, running a hand through his hair, clearing his throat—like a goddamn caged animal for the last ten minutes.
“—and then she said— oh!”
his hands were on your waist, lifting you and setting you down hard on the kitchen counter.
“wha— what are you doing?”
he didn’t answer with words. he just buried his face in your chest. his mouth closed over one nipple through the fabric. he gave you a wet suction, making your back arching off the cabinets.
“god, you’ve been driving me insane,” his teeth grazed the sensitive nub. “all night. just… fuck… right there.”
his hands slid from your waist to your ass, pulling you tighter against his mouth as he switched to the other side, sucking your tits through the thin material.
you could only moan, tangling your hands through his messy hair. “i didn’t… i didn’t know…”
“you know now,” he finally pulled back. the front of your tank top was soaked and transparent. “you see what you do to me?”
all you could do was nod.
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