having a loser brother is not for the weak.
imagine while all his friends are out at parties, fucking whatever hole they can. he's at home, sulking, smoking, jacking offâdoing god knows what your brother does.
you both had gotten lucky today though. with mom & dad being gone, your bestfriend away on a tournamet, you had the place to yourselves. the best part about your brother is he's such a loser he'll fuck any hole he can find.
now with this predicament, you're bent over the sink. with the kind of clothes he wears, you never would've guessed that he has such a huge cock.
"like that? y'like how i stretch your tight little pussy with my cock, hmm?" he says, snarling into your ear as he pounds you into the sink. "such desperate hole for a desperate little slut."
your own dazed eyes stared back at you in the mirror. his hands, usually shoved in the pockets of his shitty hoodie, were gripping on your hips, yanking you back onto him.
"look at yourself. look at what you're letting your brother do to you. fucking wreckin' you."
"that's it," he slammed into you so hard the cabinet rattled. "say my name. who's making you feel this good? not any of those party boys. it's me. your fucking pathetic, stay-at-home brother."
"you!" you cried out. "it's you, just youâ"
"gonna come," he warned. "gonna fill this desperate little hole up. mark my territory. so you remember who you belong to when mom and dad get home."
his thrusts were a blur of pure, white sensation. you came as he emptied himself inside you, collapsing his weight against your back.
he patted your ass. it was so a casual and had turned into smack. "don't move. i'm gonna get a cigarette. then we're gonna do it again on their bed."
he was still a loser. but he was your loser. and his cock was fucking amazing.
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