In Love With My Gay Brother’s Cock(2)

Chapter 2

Elle’s POV

The house was way too quiet after the chaos of the day. My pulse still hadn’t settled from what I had walked into this afternoon.

I should’ve been disgusted.

But I wasn’t.

I was soaked.

Hours later I still couldn’t shake it. I couldn’t stop picturing the thick length of his dick swinging between his thighs as he was being railed by Jonathan. I couldn’t stop wondering what he’d feel like splitting me open instead.

So I waited until the house went dark. Until I heard Mom and Dad’s bedroom door click shut. Then I padded down the hallway in nothing but an oversized tee and those stupid crocthless panties I’d bought on a drunk impulse months ago; black lace, split right down the middle so my pussy was already exposed, already glistening with a juice.

His door was slightly opened.

I pushed it open a little without knocking. Adrian was on his bed, shirtless. His sweatpants were shoved down to his knees and he had one hand wrapped tight around his cock, thick, flushed dark with his veins standing out.

He was stroking himself slowly while his laptop screen lit his face blue. P**n played, sound of a female moaning.

And then I heard it.

My name.

A low, broken “Elle…” growled under his breath as his fist twisted over his shaft releasing little pre cum.

My stomach flipped, my pussy clinged together in response.

I lost my balance and pushed the door open completely. He froze the second he saw me, his eyes snapped to me; surprised and furious.

“Knock for fucksake,” he hissed, yanking the sheet over his laps like that’d cover the steel rod still throbbing in his hands. “What’s your fucking problem Elle?”

I didn’t move. Just leaned my shoulder against the door frame and let my gaze sweep over his body.

“Couldn’t take your mind off of me, huh?” I said softly. “Too bad you’re gay.”

His jaw clenched so hard I saw the muscle jump. “Get out.”

But he didn’t look away.

I stepped inside anyway, slamming the door shut behind me. My eyes landed on the thick, black vibrating dildo lying shamelessly by his bed side; wet and still glistening at the tip.

I tilted my head towards it. “What do you use this for?”

He exhaled through his nose, voice tight. “You already know.”

“What if I don’t?” I asked teasingly. I knew he had used it on himself.

“For my hole,” he bit out. “You happy now?”

I smiled; slow and filthy. “How about you use it on instead?”

The room went dead silent except from the faint buzzing sound of the toy he hadn’t turned off yet.

He placed his hand on the bridge of his nose. “But we’re siblings Elle…” he said as if trying to convince himself. “We can’t.”

I crossed the carpet in three steps and plumped down on the edge of his mattress, close enough to allow my bare thigh brush his knee. I leaned on my shoulders, letting my legs fall open, slowly.

The lace framed my cunt like a gift, lips already swollen, slick shining in the laptop glow with the fabric clinging to my skin due to my wetness.

My clit stuck out hardly, begging to be flicked badly.

“I made a bet with myself,” I murmured, rubbing two fingers over my clit slowly, teasing my folds, so he could see everything.

“I bet you can’t keep up the gay act for too long. Not when your little sister’s dripping right in front of you.”

I dipped one finger inside, slow, then pulled it out glossy and wet, letting the strand of slick stretch between my fingertip and cunt before breaking.

Adrian’s chest was heaving up and down slowly, his breathing turning ragged.

“Look at you,” I whispered, my voice already failing me as I circled my clit with the pad of my finger. “Your cock jumps every time I touch myself. You’re so hard it has to hurt.”

“I bet you’re leaking all over your hand right now.” I whimpered. I was close.

“Elle…” his voice cracked; half warning, half plea.

“You groaned my name while you jerked off,” I said, sliding two fingers deep pumping in and out. “You want this pussy, Caleb. You can pretend all you want, but your dick doesn’t lie.”

He made a long, low vibrating groan and then he was moving.

Fast.

One second he was sitting there fighting himself, the next he’d lunged, his big hands clamping tightly on my thighs, yanking me flat on my back. The laptop crashed to the floor and the dildo rolled off the bed making a faint thump sound.

He loomed over me, his chest heaving fast, his pupil had gone completely black already.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he snarled, shoving my shirt to my neck so my tits spilled out. His mouth crashed down to one of my nipple, swirling his tongue around it, sucking and and scraping with his teeth while his hands found its way to my wet folds.

I whimpered.

His fingers found its way to my opening and plunged in without warning; two fingers, then three, stretching me roughly while his thumb flicked my clit.

I cried out, arching my back to meet his pace.

“Think you can tease me?” He growled against my skin. “You think you can spread this slutty little cunt and I’ll just sit there like a good gay brother?”

He pulled his fingers out, earning a pleading whimper from me. He yanked his sweatpants lower, cock springing free; it was way thicker than I remembered, pre cum beading at the slit. He smeared it over my folds, merging it with my own wetness.

“Beg,” he ordered, notching the fat head at my entrance. “Beg your brother to fuck you stupid.”

I hooked my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Please,” I gasped. “Fuck me Adrian. Ruin me. Fuck your stupid sister senseless; I need it. I need you.”

He rubbed his dick around my already swollen clit, my juices were dripping out faster than before. He put the head of his cock in before pulling out immediately.

“Please Adrian…” I cried, I was tired of being teased.

“Not yet,” he said, pulling me up to sit. He sprang up to his feet, his cock bobbing up and down.

“Suck it,” he said, staring at my lips. “Show me what those pretty lips can do.”

I grabbed his dick, staring at it like I had just seen salvation. I could finally hold it in my hands. The dick that made my slutty pussy ache was finally in my hands.

I used my hands to massage it, up and down, massaging his balls.

He threw his head to the back, letting out a low groan. A sense of pride washed over me.

I had a strong effect on my brother.

And it made my pussy juice gush out more.

I wrapped my hands around him, my tongue slowly flicking his shaft licking his pre cum.

It tasted salty. Addicting.

Without warning, he slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying every inch so deep I felt him in my throat. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and started guiding my head, fucking it wildly.

My jaws ached, with spit splattered across my face and chest but the painful sting made my pussy drool more.

“Ella….fuckkk,” he groaned, bucking his hips, he was about to cum.

I kept bopping my head up and down as his groans became louder. He pulled my hair harder, his dick moving in and out of my mouth faster.

“Fuck….Elle, fuck,” he cried out. “I’m cumming.”

I felt hot loads filling up my throat.

My brother's seeds were in my mouth.

And I swallowed every bit of it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his chest still heaving and cock still half hard and glistening with the mess we made; thick streaks of his cum smeared down his shaft down unto his thigh.

His eyes were pitch black with his pupils dilated, locked on me like a predator.

He wasn’t satisfied.

Neither was I.

The taste of him was still coated on my tongue; salty, musky and addictive. My jaw ached from how wide I’d stretched to take him.

My pussy throbbed painfully between my legs, it felt empty,dripping and clenching on nothing, begging for the real thing I had only been able to use my mouth to worship.

He stared at me long but only for a second.

Then he moved.

Fast.

My body landed half across his lap with my tits pressed to his chest. His free hand fisted my hair, really hard tilting my head back so I had no other choice but to meet those feral black eyes of his.

“You think sucking me off is enough?” His voice was low and dangerous.

“You think I’m gonna let you tease me with that greedy little mouth and then walk away without getting your cunt split by my cock?”

A sudden whimper came out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it, my thighs squeezed together instinctively, trying to ease the ache between them.

“No,” I breathed shakily. “I want the real thing. I want you inside me. I want my brother to fuck me like he means it.”

His jaw clenched, with something dark and possessive flashing across his face.

“Good girl.”

He flipped me onto my back in one motion and shoved me down into the mattress so hard my legs fell open automatically. My crotchless panties framed my soak, swollen pussy like an invitation.

He loomed over me, placing one hand to open my thigh as his hard cock hung heavy and fully hard. He wrapped his hands around the base and dragged it slowly against my folds, slow and deliberate coating himself with my juice and smearing it from my clit to my hole.

“Look at this mess,” he growled. “You’re fucking drenched just from choking on my dick. This pussy has been crying for me since you walked in here.”

I arched, unable to stop myself. “Adrian… please fuck me now, I need it.”

He pressed his head at my entrance, still teasing me.

“If you want it then beg for it.” Now pushing it slowly. Not enough to make me feel pleasure but enough to stretch my folds open.

“Beg properly.”

Unable to endure the torture any longer I moved my hips and with one thrust, it was in completely.

I moaned lightly from feeling the sudden sensation.

“Greedy huh?” He said before slamming in harder burying himself deep into my tummy.

The stretch was so immediate and overwhelming, burning so good that made my eyes roll.

My walls clamped tightly around him as if they were trying to push and pull him out on its own.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarled through clenched teeth.

“So fuclung wet and greedy, this cunt was made for me.”

He kept on railing into me, his dick slamming deep into my cervix . The wet squelch was loud and filthy mixed with the sound of his balls slapping my thighs.

My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively urging him to go deeper. I plunged my nails into his back, hard enough to leave marks.

He hissed from the pain ramming harder into me.

“Take it.” He growled against my ear, nipping onto it. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you wanted, your brother ramming into your slutty hole.”

“Yes…aah…yes” I sobbed. “Harder…don’t stop…ruin me.”

He reached between us, his thumb finding my clots and rubbing fast and hard on it mercilessly that it made my body jerk.

The pressure built so fast and I came with a scream, my back arching off of the bed. Clear liquid squirted out onto his abs and dripped down his balls.

He cursed low and kept on hammering into my pussy that was already sensitive. My vision blurred as he kept going.

“That’s it, squirt on your brother’s dick, show me how hard you need this.”

His pace was going faster than before.

He was about to cum.

He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard on it.

“I’m going to fill you,” he panted, voice wrecked. “I’m gonna pump this greedy pussy full. Gonna breed my little sister until you’re dripping me all fucking day.”

The words sent me over again, another orgasm crashing through me with my walls milking him like they were going to drain him dry.

He groaned, his hips stuttering and slammed in one last time.

He came with a roar, blasting deep into my walls before crashing onto my side.

Our chests were heaving, clearly exhausted when I turned towards him.

“You’re not gay after all,” I said smiling.

He turned towards me grinning.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps coming out from the door.

“Adrian, are you awake?”

It was Mom.