kick me i cry

it wasn’t that you had a massive crush on your best friend, you just hoped and wished every day that he would be single at 30 so you could get married like you vowed to each other when you were kids. this threw a wrench into those plans, and the idea of kids with his eyes. on top of that, your brother was in your apartment every day and almost every night for weeks on end. you’d turn a corner to find him shirtless in your kitchen, or sprawled on your couch, or coming out of your bathroom at three in the morning when you really just wanted to piss. but at least you were still your best friend’s mutt.

the worst part was the fucking. you knew it would be; your roommate had always been vocal in his… self-relieving endeavors. admittedly, you’d rubbed your own cock out to the whimpers a lotta few times, wishing you could cause them. but now, you never knew what to expect. some nights were filled with grunts and growls and slapping sounds, like they’re fighting for the right to fuck each other. other nights, one of them would be needy, and two hours of your sleep would be disrupted by whimpering and begging from whoever was being pinned down, and the other praising and degrading intermittently. it made you leak every time, regardless of what you heard. you knew it was your brother, too, but you ‘ignored’ his sounds and told yourself that you were just hard from imagining your best friend fucking at all, not from imagining him fucking your brother, and definitely not from hearing the way your brother whimpers and praises.

after months of it, your roommate sat you down, said he needed to talk to you about their relationship. your spirits soared, thinking they were finally going to break up and you could have your best friend back. but instead, he said very clearly, “i’m giving your brother a key in case of emergencies.”

you were aghast, and shouted, “but he’s my brother! what if he walks in while i’m jerking off??”

he just laughed and rolled his eyes, patted your head and called you a silly mutt. your outrage went ignored and you were told that you could trust your brother not to use it unless he had to. life resumed and no one said a word when a new, knotted toy showed up in one of your dresser drawers, so you assumed that no one was snooping.

sometimes, though, you’d accidentally walk in on them. they’d never stopped, not once. you always bolted before you could process the implications of that. your favorite the time most easily remembered was you coming home from work to find your brother on his knees on the couch, tears on his cheeks as your best friend choked him with one arm, the other hand gripping his meaty hip as he forced his cock deeper into his cunt. it’s your favorite you remember it so well because they both came when they saw you; faces screwed up in ecstasy at the sight of you and your pretty body.

you ran into your bedroom and came out three hours later to find your brother gone and your roommate passed out in his room with the door open and his dick out. you couldn’t help but slip into his room, socks silent on the floor. kneeling by the bed to see the cock in its full glory, you shuffled between his legs.

you promised yourself over and over that you wouldn’t touch, only look, but he was already hard, and you knew he was having a wet dream by the way he was twitching. it would have been mean to leave him like that, and he sleeps deeply, so you had no chance of waking him.

so you kissed the tip of his cock.

licked the bead of precum.

wondered if the taste on your tongue was still from your own brother. you’re still ashamed to admit how wet the thought made you.

it’d been a really long time since you’d tasted cock, and you got carried away. careful as ever, licking and sucking. you were trying to be careful, until his hands came around your head and forced you down. you looked up in fear, but he was still asleep, eyes shut and deep in his dream. he fucked your throat and you moaned, your own eyes rolling back as you got used. he came down your throat, your nose buried in the soft curls at the base of his cock. you choked and gasped as he slowly let you go and went limp once more. you released his cock with a pop and a gasp, colorful static dancing across your vision from the lack of air.

you stayed there between his knees, panting and reeling. how did this happen? how is he still asleep? how did i get away with this? why would i suck my brother’s boyfriend’s cock?? when he never stirred you went back to your room, and you didn’t touch yourself. you refused. a self-inflicted punishment for a crime no one knew you committed. not even a sheet between your thighs to ease the ache.

your brother brought donuts for breakfast the next morning and no one mentioned anything about the day before. everyone ate and joked and went about their lives, and you did your best not to shake as you did, because the taste of him -or maybe them- was still stuck on your tongue. you walked in on them a few times after that, but you never felt brave enough to suck your best friend off again, even though his door was always open and he only slept naked.

then your friend went out of town, and you forgot your keys at work. the buses weren’t running that late, so you had no choice but to call your brother to save your ass. he promised to show up quickly and you heard his beat-up truck start before he hung up the phone. you brushed off how excited he sounded, just calling it nerves and closing your phone.

you’d moved to the backyard to sit in the grass by the time he arrived. you noticed the bulge of his packer the second he walked into the light and you whipped your gaze away before he could see where you were looking. when did i start noticing his bulge? he tossed a key into the grass and blocked the light with his broad shoulders.

you knew you should’ve felt around where you were, but you didn’t stay still. a quick pivot brought you onto your hands and knees, uniform skirt too short to hide your lacy panties.

you’d worn them for yourself. you hoped your brother would look.

you refused to acknowledge it, but it’s the truth. you were waving your ass around. you were asking for it. but he didn’t touch you. he just watched. you could feel it, you knew he was thinking about it. he asked if you wanted to watch a movie with him. a cooking show, maybe, like you watched together when you were little. he bent down behind you and picked up the key, holding it in front of your face. you let your ass rest against his crotch and he said nothing. you were both unnaturally still for a moment as you relearned how to breathe.

he led the way into the house. while he started popcorn, you changed into comfier clothes; a huge t-shirt and nothing else. by the time you were done, the cooking channel had already been found and the smell of butter filled your senses. you looked for your brother in fhe kitchen but didn’t find him, only the bowl of steaming popcorn. you looked in the living room, in his boyfriend’s room, and finally, your own. he was in your closet with a predatory grin on his face.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you shouted. he just laughed and advanced on you, backing you into the hallway wall.

“i’m making sure i get what i need while my boyfriend is away, bub,” he said, one hand coming up around your throat. the other went under your shirt, ecstatic to find you bare beneath it. “you’ll be a good little brother and make sure i get what i need?”

the tip of his finger found your dick and you whined, biting your lip. you grabbed the chain around his neck, gasping softly as you bucked against his fingers. your other hand stayed on the wall, nails peeling the paint.

“such a good dog,” he murmured, his face pitying and adoring. “you must be so pent up to be this wet this fast, huh, pup? your thighs are already shaking, poor thing, you’re gonna fall. pretty little runt. cum for me and i’ll let you lay down before i make you cum on my tongue.”

and you did, of course, because he was right; you were a very good dog, and you were very pent up, and you wanted to listen, and you wanted to cum. so you cried out and your knees buckled, and your brother shoved his fingers into your fluttering cunt as he caught you. you screamed, and he grinned, and your legs gave out beneath you.

he threw you over his shoulder so he could keep playing with your pussy as he walked you to your best friend’s bed. “tell your big brother how long you’ve been waiting to fuck him,” he commanded matter-of-factly as ge tossed you onto it. you whimpered at the loss of his fingers. he responded by slapping your ass to make you whimper again, and you felt your own incredible wetness residing on his fingers.

“i don’t know,” you whimpered, presenting yourself like the mutt he made you. “i think i heard you fuck him one too many times and i can only think about how well my own brother’s cock must fit in my cunt.” your hands went back to spread yourself open, and you shivered as the cool air of the room brushed against you.

he growled as he shoved his pants down, cock springing free, deciding not to offer his tongue after all. you whined excitedly, eager to suck it, but barely got to turning before he pinned your head down and mounted you. his packer stretched your hole with just the tip, and you gasped in pain. none of your toys were as big as your big brother.

“you’re so big-“ you gasped, fingers clawing into the sheets. he just moved his hand, covering your mouth and pinning your head at the same time.

“shut up, mutt,” he growled, forcing himself deeper and deeper. “you’re so ungrateful. i’ve been teasing you for years-“ his free hand groped at your tit roughly, squeezing wnd pinching, “-i wore your favorite color every day-” every word was punctuated with a deeper thrust, “-i did all of your chores, i brought you flowers and games and toys and you didn’t realize that my cock was meant to breed you until i fucked your best friend?” he released your head and slapped your ass instead, hips speeding up as he humped into you desperately. he still wasn’t all the way inside, and you were already whining and crying in pain.

he didn’t care and he didn’t stop until his tip was buried against your cervix. he panted above you, stomach flush against your back while he held himself still above you. you could feel his breathing and you pressed your ass back into him. you could barely breathe with how deeply he filled you, but you needed more. you needed all of him; the energy, the anger, the load.

fingertips bruised your thighs as he fucked into you suddenly. you screamed, eyes rolling back in your skull.

“take it, take all of it, you ungrateful little mutt,” he growled, pounding into you. his hand was back on your skull, pushing your face into the pillow, suffocating you.

your head spun and you came in seconds, drooling and moaning into the sheets. it hurt, a lot, but he didn’t care and he didn’t stop until you’d both cum too many times to count. he covered you in kisses, iced every bruise he left, massaged the joints he’d screwed up into funny shapes. you held each other tightly after, which surprised him more than you. he stayed there with you in your best friend’s bed all night.

in the morning, he said he was scared you would hate him for raping you. you climbed on top of his face to prove him wrong, to cum again, to feel a fraction of how good getting used by him felt the night before. his piercings poked and hurt and you loved every second. all day he showed you new positions, new highs, new records, new limits. he pushed every boundary but never crossed one.

he had you on your knees with his cock balls deep when his boyfriend got home.

you went silent, terrified of getting caught, knowing you were terrible and deserved for him to hate you. your brother didn’t like that, so he slapped you, and the cry you let out rang through the whole house. footsteps scurried down the hallway and you began to cry as he slid into his own doorway, eyes locked on you two immediately.

his best friend, in his bed with his own older brother. his jaw went slack and his eyes glazed at the sight. you whimpered in humiliation as your brother wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder and raping his cum into you. you couldn’t look away from your best friend, and your nails dug into the sheets as you tried fruitlessly to stop him.

you waited for him to hate you. to scream or throw something or leave.

his shirt was gone in a blink and he stumbled in the hopes that the pants would go as quickly. his trip forgotten as he fell forward and caught himself on the bed. he stroked his cock and whimpered, “fuck, i missed that mouth.”

he was awake? he was awake he was awake they knew they always knew did they know before? is that why his door was open? is that why they were caught? is that why he’d fucked me every time in his boyfriend’s bed, just begging to get caught? had they talked about this? have they fought about this? did they make deals? did they know they were fighting over my virginity, not just my first time with either of them? that i’d only ever sucked cock before because i was a people pleasing whore but i’d always felt like there was someone special to give my virginity to? that i was more than happy with the fact that my own brother is the one who did it? that it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me? how much do they know? can we get away with this?

getaway stopped mattering, tomorrow stopped mattering, ten minutes from now stopped mattering when you tasted his cock again. you bobbed enthusiastically, bouncing eagerly between the two of them. you whimpered and whined and braced yourself poorly on your wrists, and your brother noticed your plight. like a merciful god he pinned your arms behind your back to hold you up, keeping your wrists safe while letting you suck his lover’s dick. drool dripped down your chest as you came and came and came, whispered encouragement from both of them making your undoing over and over again.

“what a pretty puppy, i’m so glad we decided to get a dog.”

“he’s so tight like this, i can’t imagine how good his cunt must feel at that angle.”

“my sweet baby boy, you’re such a good kid brother. you can’t tell anybody, okay, runt?”

until you were leaking cum from every direction and no thoughts were capable of forming. they swapped spots eventually, so your friend could know how good your pussy felt and so you could finally taste your brother. his packer was shed somewhere along the way, and you whined in ecstasy when your fingers swept between his folds, catching how much wetness had dripped on his beautiful cunt. you sucked his cock with abandon, moaning and whining as another dick forced its way into your fluttering pussy.

“oh fuck fuck fuuuck,” he panted, hissing through his teeth as he started rutting into your cunt. he wasn’t fucking you at all; he was grinding his cockhead against your cervix, and he was cumming from it. the thought alone had you spasming around him, and he let out a tiny, pretty whimper that reminded you that he’s just as much of a desperate dog as you.

“my good boys, you look so pretty,” your brother said, voice steady despite your tongue on his cock. you and your best friend whimpered, chorusing into the air as you shivered and came again, the soft praise so much more than enough to get you both off.

you only sucked your brother harder as his boyfriend’s cum started leaking down your thighs. his hands tangled in your hair, forcing him into your mouth as deep as he could go. you danced on him with your tongue, spelling your name and every thankful prayer you could recall, because nothing felt better than being used by the both of them until everyone was too sensitive to move.

as you laid there between them, limbs tangled while your best friend’s cock went soft inside you, the barest flicker of a thought passed through your mind.