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My younger brother and I used to wrestle a lot as teens. Hot and overflowing with testosterone, we’d lay each other out on the basement floor, getting carpet burn and bruised as we tossed one another around. Just another way to blow off steam, I supposed. I’d also say he got more joy out of it than I did, which was funny, because I always won.

As adults, I seemed to find myself in a very similar position. One night, my brother came over to visit when my wife had left, and we’d caught up over a couple of beers and some shitty sports channel. It didn't take long for him to start provoking me into fighting him, like he needed to prove something. Eh...maybe I was a little too drunk because I tried to deny him- really, I did- but then he laughed with a wicked grin, saying, “C’mon, man. We’re old now. Betcha can’t take me down.”

Well, I took him down in a heartbeat, right there in the living room between the couch and the TV, and it felt like we were teenagers all over again. He laughed, and we rolled, and at some point, I landed on top with my ass in his lap, my hands clutched into his shirt. "Fucker. You're getting slow." The shit-eating grin on his face only pissed me off more, so I punched him without thinking. He started bleeding like a stuck pig almost immediately, a low groan gurgling up his throat as he swallowed back blood, still smiling through red teeth. What an idiot. My wife was going to be home soon, and here we were, drunk and wrestling like kids.

I hobbled to my feet a second later and shoved him away, feeling annoyed with his antics. He just stayed on the floor by my boots, crumpled on his side and smiling through the blood that trickled down his purpling face. I looked at him with furrowed brows, desperately confused at what he could possibly still be smiling about-

Until he bent back his head to swallow more blood, and I saw his tented jeans, the outline of his swollen cock clear as day. He began pawing at my thighs then, whimpering for another hit, begging for me to finish what I'd started. What he'd started. Ugh. Of course he was a freak like that...because I was, too.

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