#ftm brocon

Fuuuuuuck getting praised in my ear for being wet already and feeling my boxers get pulled down before I get filled with big bros dick ahhh

big brother who sits on the floor at the foot of little brother's bed and watches the door to make sure no one comes into his room while he sleeps. big brother who becomes increasingly obsessed with all the sounds and smells his little brother makes when he pleasures himself every night. big brother who wants nothing more than to be the one drawing those sounds out of him. big brother who never looks away from the door (because a guard dog doesn’t leave his post) but trembles with the effort of keeping still.

little brother who finally takes pity on him one night and pats the mattress to invite him up. big brother who scrambles onto the bed eagerly and starts humping his leg, covering his face and neck in slobbery kisses and play bites. little brother who laughs and shoves his face away, then warns him to "be gentle" before spreading his legs.

After a while of restless squirming, you resolve to jack yourself off next to your sleeping brother. You listen to his breath and you rub at your poor swollen tdick, bucking your hips up to gain more friction.

As you start to get close, you feel your brother stir next to you, but you're already too far gone to notice or care. You continue rubbing furiously, biting back whines and whimpers.

"Good boyyy," you hear the words softly whispered in your ear just as you reach the edge of orgasm, the firm tenderness of your brother's voice in your ear sending you over the edge.

Of course, if big brother knew, he'd flip his shit. He'd punch his friend straight in the jaw, kick and beat him, all whilst screaming how filthy he is for trying to ruin my innocence.

Once big brother drags his friend out, he comes back in and locks the door, trembling with fury.

"I need a smoke," he grunts, fumbling in his pocket for his lighter and pack. "What were you thinking, not pushing him away? Weak boy."

The smell of cigarette smoke quickly fills my room, and I scramble to open the window.

"Not so fast." Big brother grabs me by my ankle, scowling as he pulls me back towards him. He puts his cigarette out on my arm, tossing it to the side before gripping my hips with full force. It hurts.

"My poor, precious angel," he murmurs to himself. "Who do I even blame? Myself for letting him get close? You for being such a pathetic slut? Him for touching what's mine?"

Big brother keeps snarling to himself. I know I won't get out of this unscathed.

He unbuckles his belt somewhat frantically.

Oh fuck.

"but you can't like, touch them" he mumbles as his big bro leaves his desk to usher his lil bro back to his room. he gets him to lay on the floor so he can help with his chest falling to the side, grabbing the cut pieces of tape.

he tells his lil bro to take off his shorts bc "it'll help me get a better angle" as he also takes off his own. he straddles his baby bro as he peels the tape and presses it down onto his chest.

his baby bro can't complain when his big bro starts frotting his bigger tdick against his because he's helping him, isn't he? all he said was to keep his hands off his chest.

Holding my legs open in front of a mirror and pointing out everything. Showing me my t-cock and my pussy. Shoving his fingers inside to show me where my G-spot is. "You're fingers are too little to reach it yet. You might just have to have me help you with this until you get a little bigger..."

Shows me what he likes and what feels good. Teaches me how to jerk off my own little t-dick by using his as an example. Makes me learn how to get him off before he lets me try on myself. "If you can't make someone else cum, its gonna be really hard to make yourself cum, bro."