In the Arms of the Older Brother
After that, he pulled at my legs, guiding me to lie back, his hands warm and steady on my skin.
“Don’t worry, you’ll just see heaven, but you won’t be dead,” he shot back, smirking as he stroked himself.
His eyes, dark and hungry, never left mine while he was doing it, and I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing to me. After a few more strokes, he reached for the box of condoms on the bedside table and tore one wrapper with his teeth.
“My stupid brother fumbled so hard, huh?” he scoffed, sliding the condom onto his shaft with ease, his gaze still locked on mine.