With an entrance.

You hear a light rapping at your door, taking you away from your pulsing erection. The sight is so very worth it.

In the doorway stands your brother, hands flat against either side of the doorframe and hip cocked to side as he enters, sashaying the meaty behind your mother gave him. That isn’t what really grabs you, however. Your brother is now classified as boner fuel, wearing a pair of deep blue panties and matching stockings. A black choker wraps around his throat. His thighs bulge over the lip of the stockings, and the panties show off his mini bulge. It can’t be more than four inches, hard as it is.

You find your vigor doubly renewed while he takes his place before you, swinging a thick thigh over your stomach to mount you. He sits back, cheeks pressing against your shaft, rubbing it and almost smothering it while he settles.

“How do you want me, goofball?”

“Would you rather start bouncing on my cock like a good little bunny or give me a good spit shine?”

“How about one, then the other?”

Your cock throbs in affirmation as the warmth of his rump leaves you. He rises to his knees, spinning to a 180 and planting himself again. His lips sink closer and closer toward your leaking cock, his rear rising for you to see. You feel his dick sandwiched between chest and his belly. You can’t help but give in to temptation and start at his hole. Your warm tongue laps at his rim, pressing flat to the entrance. He shivers, moaning as he plants kisses up and down your shaft.

Your mind retreats into the lusting cloud that overwhelms it, finding his clean behind delicious. Maybe it’s just the fact that he’s sloppily loving on your fat cock. It could also be the way he wiggles his hips back on your mouth while servicing you. Regardless, you can’t find anything you want more than his thick, juicy ass to bounce down on your lap. The trailing lines he leaves with his mouth on your throbbing package leave you humming into him, further pressing the flat of your tongue inside him, until you breach the rim and allow your lips to sink into his cheeks.

A wet heat engulfs you, your brother throating half of the monster before him, six inches gliding into his esophagus. Your left hand grips his ass and pulling it against your face, the other pushing his head down further. Quite a sight you two make: brothers, the elder eating out and throat-fucking the younger.

You want to cum, to fill his belly with your seed, but you don’t want to feed it to him. You want to **** it into the ass he’s grown. The ass he’s grown for you. For you to use and claim. To breed.

You, almost mournfully, pluck your tongue from his hole, ripping a whine from his throat, and sending the sound rippling down your cock.

“Time to hop on, little bunny. Turn around.”

You let him free from your hold, the bulge in his throat retreating as he slips away. He gasps, moaning while sucking wind. His spittle drips down his chin, a line connecting his lips to your head. A bead of pre-cum dots your urethra, ‘til he kisses it away. His head turns so he can see you from the corner of his eye.