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“Do I get you all weekend?” I asked him as I let him adjust to my girth.

“Mom and dad want me to come over at some point, but I’m gonna sleep here,” he said, pushing back against me.

“Damn right you are,” I told him and began to pull out and push back in.

I hated that he moved out of state for college. I was addicted to him and as much as I hated that I was, I also loved it, and him.

It was the first time we had made love two months and I needed it, needed him. Ever since we were younger we had got along and it kind of just started happening. I always joked with mom and dad that they gave me the perfect little brother. They have no clue how true that was.

“You getting a lot of ass at school, baby?” I asked as I moved in and out.

“Some, not enough, not you,” he told me.

He knew how to make me melt for him, that I had feelings for him that were more than just brotherly.

“When are you going to move back? I hate that you moved so far,” I told my brother as we reconnected.

“I told you, I’ll take a job back here,” he smiled and turned his head to kiss me. “Can I move here?” He asked, he knew the answer.

“Shut up, you know that’s what I want,” I chuckled and kept fucking.

My cock never felt as good in anyone, boy or girl. It was all nothing compared to being connected with my little bro. It wasn’t a crush anymore, I loved him deeply. It felt natural and right. I’d do anything for him.

“I needed this,” he said and pushed back against my humping. “I need you in me.”

His words threw me into overdrive. I began to pound his ass, giving him what he wanted. I kissed his neck as my orgasm built in my balls, ready to explode inside of him.

“I’m going to put my seed in you, baby,” I told him.

“Please,” he moaned.

"When's your boyfriend coming home?" I asked and kept trusting.

"Friday, when's Wendy back?" My brother asked about my wife.

"Thursday," I told him and kissed him some more.

I guess I'm bi, I can spot a good looking dude, I'm not blind. But I've never wanted to act on those feelings, I didn't need too. My brother was all I ever wanted, gave me everything I needed. I was nervous when he got his first boyfriend, but nothing changed. When I got married, the same, nothing was different.

He was always there for me whenever I needed and I showered him with the love that he craved. Our family kind of sucked a lot of times, but not him and I. We were best friends, bonded and no one meant more to me.

"I'm going to cum," I told him as I thought about how much he meant to me.

"Me too," he said and pulled my body closer to his.

His dick was pushed against my stomach, rubbing against me and ready to burst. My dick went off inside of him. That warm amazing feeling of putting seed in him washed over me again. He was mine, and I was his. Nothing would change that.

I felt his dick throb against me and the warmth of his load on my skin. We kissed, connected in the most wonderful bliss anyone could have. My little brother was perfect, the best thing I could have asked for. No one was as important as he was to me and I know he felt the same.

"I love you, baby," I said as we came down from our orgasms.