I Want My Asshole Stepbrother V

ENZO

A few days after my first session with Nico, I can't seem to stop myself from thinking about how good it felt with him.

Distraction is something I’ve gotten very good at over the years.

A skill I learned to hone when I was just a kid. Enduring stuff that makes me uncomfortable while pretending I’m not is a bit of an art form for yours truly.

I try to distract myself with studying my books and with football but it's so easy for my mind to go back to that couch and Nico’s stupid mouth.

My phone lights up with a text from him.

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NICO: Come over tonight, I want to show you something.

NICO: I sent you some $$

NICO: Just thought you might want to see some of the comments…

There’s a picture attached; a screenshot of comments from his OnlyFans account.

My blinking becomes rapid while I read them… Strangers on the internet calling me sexy and gorgeous and hot as fuck.

DMs from Nico’s fans asking for more, offering even more money for more content… And my head is sort of spinning.

NICO: I don’t need to tell you what this means…

NICO: I know you’re ignoring me on purpose, but if you just think of this objectively… We could make enough for the next two years.

NICO: It’s business, Enzo. Are you really going to throw away this opportunity because it’s a little weird…?

My stomach twists into a knot. I hate that he’s right. I hate that he feels like he knows all the answers, and I hate the idea of money controlling what I do.

I don’t bother replying because I'm not going anywhere but guess what.

I find myself knocking on his apartment door some minutes to midnight.

When he opens his door, I push myself inside.

Nico lets out a breath that seems a bit unsteady, pulling a joint from behind his ear and lighting it. “For future reference, a little notice would be appreciated.”

He walks back into his bedroom.

“So you don’t have a roommate?” I ask.

His eyes settle on mine. “Did you come over here to chat, or are we working?”

My jaw sets. “I’m not as interested in bisexual experimentation as you are, apparently.”

“God, you’re uptight.” He drops his head back on the pillow with a breathy chuckle.

“The more pressure you put on it, the weirder it’s gonna be.” He says as he sets the tripod and camera.

I glare at him. “Well, what the fuck do you suggest? Should I just fucking dive on top of you?? I’m not attracted to you, Nico.”

Channeling my nerves into fuel, the same way I do on the field, I close my eyes and lower myself over him.

Shakily, my hand slides up his chest. It helps that his skin is smooth and warm, though all I feel beneath its surface are boulders of muscle, like my own.

It’s strange, and when our chests meet, I feel his tautness brushing mine in the most unexpected of sensations.

I’ve only ever felt tits on my chest. As curved as his pecs are, they’re not tits, and I’m painfully aware of that fact as I seal us together. But I ignore it, grinding myself into him slowly.

I can feel him breathing, his heart rapping against my chest as I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and move my lips to his neck.

They rest there for a moment, but when his Adam’s apple dips in a hearty swallow, I have to move away, because it’s too real.

He’s too much of a guy, and it’s too obvious for my brain to ignore.

Taking on a new tactic when his head turns, I go for his earlobe, sucking it between my lips.

This is something I can do to pretend he’s a girl… But he lets out a rumbly sound, and I stiffen.

“Don’t make that noise,” I whisper sternly, flicking my tongue in his ear, sucking the lobe again until he squirms beneath me.

“I can’t help it…” His hands glide onto my shoulders. “It feels good.”

A twitch happens between my legs. I don’t want it to, but it does, and it turns my stomach some more.

“I felt that…” Nico chuckles.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl and bite his ear.

Another twitch happens on my dick… But this one didn’t come from me.

I press my hips down, and he breathes a ragged groan that stiffens my erection against my will.

“Put my cock in your mouth,” he rumbles, giving my shoulders a gentle push.

Pulling back, I glare at him. “Not gonna happen. Ever.”

“I think it will…” He bites his lip, eyes falling to my mouth. “For the right price.”

“No.” My stomach twists up like a pretzel, chills sheeting my flesh.

Despite how burning hot I seem to be, my nipples are bunched up and hard as stones, brushing on his, until I shudder.

He smirks, fingers gliding up my neck into my hair while I scowl.

“They would love to see it, though, Enzo.” His tone is taunting and downright villainous.

“I’m not sucking your dick, Nico.” I gulp down the saliva filling my mouth. “End of discussion.”

“What if we do it together?” His head slants, placating me with his bargaining.

I blink at him. “You mean like… you suck while I… suck?”

He nods. “That way it’s even.” One hand lifts and his fingertip grazes my lower lip. “And you won’t have time to worry about what your mouth is doing because you’ll be focused on how good it feels.”

I’m fucking rigid and my heart rate seems to be echoing its thumps all over my body… Even between my legs.

I don’t know why… I have no earthly idea why my balls are humming and my dick is throbbing full and thick in my pants, but it’s happening.

“I can feel you forcing yourself to fight against this, so let me just save you the trouble…” Nico moves his hands down, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my boxers.

Before I can even process it, he’s shoving them down, with my pants, until they’re below my ass, and my dick is out, resting on his stomach.

I want to protest so badly, but my body isn’t responding. I’m just hovering over him, breathing heavily, with my cock flinching, filling and stretching before both of our eyes.

Distracting myself with words, I ask, “Have you ever… done it before?”

He shakes his head, pushing his own pants down. His dick is just as hard as mine, which I guess takes some of the humiliation away.

His hand wraps around both of our shafts, and I stifle a gasp.

I bite my lip to hide a groan at the sensation of his hand and his dick rubbing on mine.

Nico hums, stroking us together with leisurely pumps of his fist. “It’s stiff as fuck and leaking on me…”

This is too real… My body jumps into fight-or-flight, and I jerk myself away from him.

But I don’t go far, rolling onto my side and raking my hand through my hair while I catch my breath.

Nico slithers out of his pants, flipping around so that his face is in line with my dick and his dick is in my face.