Chapter 1: The Drive and the Dare
The engine of my beat-up sedan hummed as I pulled into the college parking lot, scanning for Bryan. My older brother, all 28 years of raw, unkempt energy, was easy to spot with his long, wavy hair spilling over his broad, soft shoulders. His heavyset frame lumbered toward me, a grin splitting his full, bearded face. I hopped out, nerves buzzing—not just from seeing him after months, but from the weird tension I couldn’t name.
‘Little brother William, still driving this piece of junk?’ Bryan teased, tossing his bag into the backseat. His voice was deep, playful, but with an edge I didn’t recognize. He clapped a thick hand on my shoulder, and I felt the heat of his touch through my shirt. We were both big guys, overweight and hairy, but he carried it with a confidence I envied at 21.
‘Hey, big brother, it gets me around,’ I shot back, sliding into the driver’s seat. ‘So, what’s the plan this weekend? Beer, movies, the usual?’
Bryan chuckled, buckling in. ‘Oh, I’ve got plans, William. Big plans.’ His tone dipped, and I caught a glint in his eye that made my stomach twist. We chatted about nothing—classes, his dead-end job back home—but the air felt charged, like static before a storm.
As I parked outside my apartment, Bryan’s hand shot out, bold and unapologetic, diving straight down the front of my jeans. My breath hitched, shock freezing me as his fingers grazed me through my boxers. ‘I know you’re still a virgin, little brother,’ he growled, leaning close, his beard brushing my ear. ‘And guess what? So am I. I want you to take mine. Right now.’
I yanked his hand out, my heart slamming against my ribs. ‘Bryan, what the hell? We’re brothers! We can’t—there’s no way!’ My voice cracked, panic and something darker warring inside me.
He smirked, unfazed, his eyes burning with a hunger I’d never seen. ‘Oh, we can, William. And we will. I’ve waited long enough.’
We climbed the stairs to my place in tense silence, my mind a mess. Inside, the afternoon dragged. Bryan kept pushing, his comments sharp and loaded. ‘Come on, little brother, don’t play coy. You’ve thought about it,’ he taunted over lunch, his foot nudging mine under the table.
‘Bryan, stop. We’re family. This is messed up,’ I snapped, my face hot, but his persistence was wearing me down, stirring something I didn’t want to name.
‘Family or not, I see how you look at me,’ he fired back, leaning in, his breath warm. ‘You’re just scared to admit you’re as horny as I am.’
By night, I was exhausted from the argument. I retreated to my room, leaving Bryan in the spare. Sleep came heavy, but it didn’t last. Somewhere in the dead of night, my bed dipped. A warm, heavy weight pressed against me—a bear hug I couldn’t escape. My eyes snapped open to Bryan, nearly naked in just black socks and tight underwear, his thick pubes spilling out. Before I could speak, his tongue was in my mouth, hot and demanding, kissing me with a ferocity that lit every nerve on fire.
‘Bryan—’ I gasped, but he cut me off, his voice a low growl.
‘You want your big brother’s dick, don’t you, William?’ he whispered, his hands roaming my soft, hairy frame. My resistance crumbled, heat flooding me. I was hard, aching, and suddenly I didn’t care about right or wrong. With a surge of raw need, I flipped him onto his back, his stocky body yielding under me. The air was thick with our panting, the room already smelling of sweat and desire.
I ripped off his underwear, exposing his thick, hairy ass. My hands spread him wide, and I dove in, my tongue working him with a hunger I didn’t know I had. His moans filled the room, desperate and loud, as I pushed him closer to the edge. I was dripping with want, my own cock throbbing, ready to claim what he’d begged for all day. This was just the beginning.
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