Best Friend’s Older Brother (1)

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act

The bass from Jordan’s speakers thumped through the walls as I slipped out of his room, heart hammering like a damn traitor. The party downstairs was still raging—cheap beer, shitty EDM, and too many people crammed into his parents’ living room. But I wasn’t going back down there. Not after seeing Ethan walk in from the gym twenty minutes ago, tank top clinging to his sweat-slicked chest, those thick arms flexing as he grabbed a water from the fridge.

Ethan. Jordan’s older brother. The one guy I wasn’t supposed to want.

I moved quiet down the hallway toward the guest bathroom, but my cock was already half-hard just from that glimpse. Fuck it. I’d been crushing on him since high school, when he’d come home from college all filled out and cocky. Straight-passing as hell, always with some girl on his arm, but that didn’t stop the fantasies.

I locked the door behind me, yanked my phone out, and pulled up the hidden folder. There he was—shirtless pics I’d screenshotted from Jordan’s I*******m stories over the months. Ethan at the beach, water dripping down his abs. Ethan spotting weights at the gym, veins popping on his biceps. My hand was already shoving down my shorts, wrapping around my throbbing dick as I leaned against the sink.

“Shit…” I stroked slow at first, thumb circling the leaking head, eyes glued to his body on the screen. I imagined those big hands pinning me down instead. That deep voice growling my name while he shoved his thick cock inside me. My strokes got faster, slick sounds filling the small bathroom. Pre-cum dripped over my fingers. I was close already, biting my lip to stay quiet.

The door handle rattled.

I froze, phone still in one hand, cock pulsing in the other.

“Occupied,” I choked out, but the lock clicked anyway. The door swung open.

Ethan stood there, one eyebrow raised, still in that damn tank top and gym shorts that did nothing to hide the heavy bulge swinging between his legs. His eyes dropped straight to my exposed dick, then to the phone screen where his own photo glowed bright.

“Well, well,” he said, voice low and rough. A smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. The lock clicked again. “Alex. Jerking off to me like a little perv while my brother’s downstairs?”

Heat flooded my face, but my cock didn’t get the memo—it twitched harder in my grip. I tried to pull my shorts up, but Ethan was faster. His big hand clamped around my wrist, pinning it to the sink.

“Don’t stop on my account.” His breath was hot against my ear as he crowded me against the counter. He was taller, broader, all muscle and raw masculinity. Up close, he smelled like sweat and that woodsy cologne that always made my knees weak. “How long you been sniffing around my pics, huh?”

“I—I didn’t—” The lie died when he reached down and wrapped his fingers around my cock, giving it one slow, firm stroke. I moaned, hips bucking into his fist like a slut.

“Look at you,” Ethan murmured, eyes dark with something hungry. “Leaking all over my hand. Bet you’ve been thinking about this for years.” He pumped me harder, thumb pressing right under the head where I was most sensitive. “Jordan’s little best friend… always staring at me when you think no one’s looking.”

His free hand grabbed my phone, scrolling through the folder with a low chuckle. “Damn. You got the good ones. That beach trip? I was hard as fuck under those trunks that day.”

I whimpered when he twisted his wrist just right, smearing my pre-cum down the shaft. My legs shook. This was really happening—Ethan touching me, his breath on my neck, his massive body trapping mine.

“Turn around,” he ordered, spinning me to face the mirror without waiting. My shorts dropped to my ankles. In the reflection, I looked wrecked already—cheeks flushed, lips parted, cock jutting out red and desperate. Ethan stood behind me, one hand still working my dick while the other yanked his own shorts down.

Holy fuck. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, at least eight inches with a fat, leaking head. Way bigger than anything I’d taken before. It slapped against my ass cheek, hot and heavy.

“You want this?” he growled, grinding against me. The length slid between my cheeks, teasing my hole. “Been dreaming about my cock splitting you open?”

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against him. Shame and lust twisted together in my gut. Jordan was right downstairs. This was so fucking wrong. But I couldn’t stop.

Ethan spat into his palm and slicked himself up, then pressed the blunt head right against my entrance. No condom. No prep beyond that. He pushed in slow but relentless, stretching me wide. The burn was intense, perfect. I gripped the sink, moaning loud as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until his heavy balls rested against mine.

“Fuuuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, bottoming out. His hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back so I had to watch us in the mirror. “Look at that. Taking your best friend’s brother raw like a good boy.”

He started thrusting—deep, powerful strokes that made my toes curl. Every drag of his cock against my prostate had me leaking all over the sink. The slap of skin on skin filled the bathroom, loud enough that anyone passing could hear, but I didn’t care anymore. Ethan’s grip on my hip was bruising as he fucked me harder, bending me further over the counter.

“Stroke yourself,” he commanded. I obeyed, jerking my cock in time with his thrusts. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly.

“ Ethan—I’m gonna—”

“Not yet.” He slowed, grinding deep instead, rotating his hips so his cock rubbed every sensitive spot inside me. “You come when I say. Been waiting years to wreck this ass.”

He reached around and pinched my nipple through my shirt, then bit down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. The pain mixed with the pleasure, pushing me right to the edge again. His balls slapped against me with every thrust, heavy and full.

Finally, he sped up, pounding me mercilessly. “Now. Come on my cock.”

I exploded, shooting thick ropes across the sink, my hole clenching tight around him. Ethan cursed, burying himself to the hilt as he came too—hot, pulsing spurts flooding deep inside me. He kept thrusting through it, breeding me full until cum leaked down my thighs.

We stayed locked like that for a moment, panting. His cock softened but stayed inside, plugging his load in me.

Then he pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped from my wrecked hole. He tucked himself away and slapped my ass hard enough to sting.

“Clean up,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just raw-fucked me senseless. “And delete those pics… or don’t. I’ll know if you touch yourself to me again.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out, leaving me trembling against the sink, cum running down my legs and my mind spinning.

Jordan was still downstairs, laughing with his friends. Oblivious.

But Ethan knew now. And from the look he gave me before disappearing down the hall, this wasn’t over.