#jetz-rambles

Desperate, you turned to more dubious means— streaming on camsites. It doesn't get a lot of traction at first, but as you kept posting videos, your viewers slowly increase. Until you're steadily earning a nice couple hundred each month.

You carefully position the camera so it only captures below your head, starting the stream with an enthusiastic wave of your hands. You waste no time in teasing the audience, showing off your chest, playing with your nipples, hands sliding lower and lower until you're playing with your wet boy cunt and spreading your plump lips for everyone to drool at. You slip a finger in, about to moan when a donation pop-up cuts you off.

"Thank you for the- $200?!" you gasp. That's a month's worth of camming for you! Holy shit, you landed on a big spender! Strangely, the donation doesn't come with a message. "T-Thank you so much! Oh my gosh!"

You're startled, but the mysterious donator didn't seem to want to send any messages. So you continue what you were doing, moaning wantonly into the camera. When the stream ends, you hurry to send a direct message to the man.

Thank you so much again for the donation, you start typing. Is there anything I can do for you? A private stream? Please, I insist.

Surprisingly, the man's response is quick. Yes. Now.

Right now? You agree quickly. The man did just send you a couple hundred, after all. You send another message, asking if he had any other requests. He asks you to call him dad. No, not daddy, dad. You shrug it off, then start the camera again.

You put on the best show you think you've ever done. Writhing and moaning, wiggling your butt at the camera and leaking so much your thighs glisten. "Ah, dad...!"

On the other side of the screen, though, is a dad who's rock hard realizing that he'd just stumbled on his kid's camboy stream. He's pumping his fist aggressively, wishing it was the tight wrap of your cunt around his cock instead. He's livid that you hadn't asked him for help, but at least he got to stumble on you whoring yourself out to any desperate man with money.

Little brother who's a teasing little shit, always wearing revealing outfits around the house, wiggling his hips with every step and purposefully dropping things to bend over right in front of his big bro. Risque shorts that cling to the outline of his cunt, making big brother gulp and hastily look away. He can't be ogling his little brother like that. Not even when he catches glimpses of his nipples as he leans over, or purple blots on his neck lazily dabbed with foundation or bruising his thighs.

God, give me strength, becomes big bro's mantra, because he's not sure how much longer he can take it. He jerks off every night to the thought of his little brother, dick rubbed raw and red.

Little brother who gets caught jerking off on big bro's bed, nose buried in his pillow and cunt leaking on the mattress. Big bro is frozen shocked, but the younger just smiles coyly and licks his lips, spreading his puffy folds open and presenting his needy fuckhole. "Come on, big bro," he goads, "I know you're always jerking off to me. Why not get the real taste?"

His resilience snaps after that. No desperate virgin can resist pussy so readily offered. He rubs little bro's cunt tentatively, clumsy fingers probing the drooling hole. Little bro lets him, because after all, big bro's just a silly man who's never touched another man's body, after all! He giggles and moans wantonly, purposefully high-pitched and pornographic yet it shoots straight to big bro's cock.

"I-I don't..." big bro mumbles, gaping at the younger. His fingers are slick, and he stares at the sticky mess of strings dripping down. The confession is shy, quiet. "I don't... have anything to fuck you with."

But the younger just giggles like it's the dumbest thing he could've said. Because, duh, he brought his favorite strap, teaching big bro how to put it on. Guiding it into the right hole, telling him how to move his hips and what angle to do until the younger is moaning into the sheets. Stuttering hips and an embarassingly quick orgasm, muttered apologies and hasty kisses, promises for the next time to be better.

So when you hear quiet whispers asking for water, you hurry out to the living room and turn the TV on, draping yourself across the sofa in a perfect image of a little brother who had fallen asleep in the middle of a movie. You hear the soft thumps of footsteps behind you, the creak of metal and rush of water. Your heart thumps in your ear when you feel a presence in the entrance, quietly stepping near and hovering over your curled up form.

Such a cute little thing you were, curls of hair framing your peaceful face, cotton shirt draped along curves and dips. His eyes trail lower, and his breath hitches. You had deliberately taken your pants off, the soft plumpness of your pussy barely covered by the shirt.

The sofa dips under a new weight, his hand gently caressing your head. The other tentatively rubs your thigh, careful, barely ghosting the skin as if he knew he was doing something wrong. Forbidden.

"Baby?" he whispers, pushing the hair off your forehead. He inches closer to your heat, thumb kneading the plump inner thigh. "You're awake, aren't you? No need to pretend. Naughty thing, teasing your big brother like this..."

You shudder, eyes cracked open a sliver, flustered at having been caught so easily. So instead you wiggle into his arms and open your legs, wispy curls damp from how wet you'd gotten. "Big bro..." you blink coyly, voice quieter than the low hum of the TV. "I wasn't doing anything..."

He laughs, a growl in the back of his throat as his fingers sink into your thigh. "Don't lie. Flaunting this sweet thing in front of me, did you think you could get away with it?"

You giggle, biting on your lower lip and waiting with bated breath as his hand cup your cunt, pinching your folds open and closed, letting a trickle of slick drip down. "I can treat you better than she does," you tease, hand wrapped around his wrist. Hips jerking slightly to rub against his warm hand, moaning everytime your clit is nudged.

"Mm, can you?" He murmurs, as affected as you are. The flickering blue light hits his face in the perfect angle, the dark room hazy and dream-like. You moan again, and the sound goes straight to his cock. His aching, dribbling cock straining his pants. Fuck, it's been way too long. He fumbles with his fly, pulling his shaft between the metal bite of the zipper, cock sprang out and slapping your slicked folds.

"Ah-♡" you moan again, giddy when you realize you're finally, finally about to get what you wanted. His cock grinds between your chubby lips, the spongy head catching against your squeezing hole. "P-Put it in, big bro, I'm so much tighter than your girlfriend anyw-aah- ooh..."

He sinks his length into you, inch by veiny inch tightly constricted by your gummy walls. It takes everything in you to not scream, because fuck he's so much bigger than you ever thought, and yet so perfectly snug inside as if you were made for each other. You whine and pant, and big bro grunts as his balls press against your ass, looking at you like prey devoured.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, hips moving back slightly, fucking you with shallow thrusts. "You're so little. So tight, fuck- tighter than any girl I've fucked."

You preen at that, at the thought that you're the best he's ever had. His cock bullies into you, hard and insistent and sending sparks that make your head feel warm and feet tingle. You don't notice how loud you're becoming, the wet squelches and soft smacks of balls on your skin and high-pitched sobs as he rams into you, over and over, lips leaving trails on heated skin and words whispered filthy in your ear.

It's too much, it's everything you ever wanted and everything at once that you cry when he throbs deep in you, warm liquid seeping into your core and settling deep inside, spreading all throughout your body. Big bro licks away the tears you hadn't realized you shed, peppering kisses on your face and soothing your trembling thighs.

He hoists you up in his arms, carry you back to bed. You cling tight to him, trying to make him stay. His girlfriend is right behind the other wall, wondering what's taking him so long. You don't feel any guilt. Why should you? He's your big brother. You should always, always come first.

"Are you going back to her?" you whisper quietly, hurt seeping in your tone. He hesitates a little.

"Just for tonight," he replies, a gentle kiss on your forehead to placate you. Before he leaves, you grab his wrist again.

"Break up with her, big bro?" you ask, eyes blinking so sweetly in the way you know he could never refuse, and he sighs and smiles.

He keeps trying to reach out, to spend time with you. Casual offers of "Hey, kid, wanna go get some snacks?" or "Got you that shirt you've been eyeing." or even reaching out to ruffle your hair. But when you balk away from his hand, he doesn't try to touch you anymore, dejected and convinced that you hate him now.

So imagine his surprise when he finds you nesting in his bed, whining and rubbing your scent all over his sheets and the pile of his clothes you had dug out of the laundry basket. "Big bro..." You let out the sweetest little mewl, red-rimmed eyes locked on his.

His brain short-circuits, and he walks mechanically over to you. The cloying scent of an omega in heat overwhelms him, and it takes everything in his power to not pounce on you. Instead, he brushes back the strands of hair stuck on your sweaty forehead, shushing you as he peels your clothes off.

"I got you, baby," he whispers. God, your skin was scorching, and it reminds him of when you were small and ran down with a cold. When you cried from a fever dream, all hot and snotty and clinging to him for comfort. He sees that sweet little boy in you now, his baby brother, sniffling and whining and rubbing your nose against his palm.

His other hand slips into your pants, groaning at how drenched you were. His fingers rub along your folds, pinching your puffy clit, teasing along the rim of your hole until you're crying for frustation and begging him with those wide wet eyes of yours. He could never resist those puppy eyes of yours.

"Shh, shh," he cooes, pushing your legs up and pressing your knees on your chest. You hug the back of your thighs, presenting your aching hole for your brother. "I've got you. Big bro's got you, poor thing. You need a knot bad, don't you?"

You whine and nod, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks again. He slides his cock against your folds, hissing when he feels your slick heat against his. It slips in easily, like you were made for him and he for you, and you almost cry from relief.

"Puh-leash, puleease, ah- b-ig bro, bubbie-" you babble, legs trembling with each trust, cunt rippling along big bro's length. His slowly inflating knot getting harder and harder to fuck into you until it pops and catches inside your folds and he can only grind his cock against your sweet spot.

He intertwines his fingers with yours and you tighten your hold, foreheads pressed against each other and breathing in each other's air as you cum together, cunt spasming around his throbbing knot. You feel so full, tummy sloshing with all of his thick alpha cum.