“With pleasure, sir.”

He softly grunts, readjusting on top of you. His soft thighs spin around, letting you see the pre-cum soaked spot at the front of his panties. The bed sinks under his weight, letting him settle once more in your lap, your cock resting against his partly covered hole. You have to fuck him in these panties, just to ruin them. He reaches behind himself with his right hand, leaning forward and laying his left palm down on your chest. His lithe fingers slip around your length, letting him pull the head to his entrance. Sitting back, he straightens up, and moans. Your head is barely starting to prod him, but it doesn’t seem to want to go in, much as you wish it would.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit that easy, sir. Should I go get some lube”, your boy-toy brother asks.

You have a better idea, instead asking, “Would you rather get up and get the lube, or be able to self-lubricate yourself whenever you need?”

“I want you to feel good, sir. I want to be lubed now.”

Quietly he whines, and you feel a sudden slickness spill out of his hole. He has natural lubricant pouring from his ass, awaiting a nice, heavy visitor. He takes you in his hand again, this time sitting back and slipping down a good three inches. His body shivers and he steadies himself on your chest. Your brother quivers when your hands move to hold his hips, trying to push him further. He sits straight, takes a deep breath.

And drops.

All in one, the other nine inches of you slam inside of him, knocking a high pitched cry out. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, but you’ve never seen a bigger smile on his face. He looks down at you and giggles, if a tad pained.

“I… I-I took it all, s-sir.”

Your thumbs graze over the bulge in his tummy, the part of you literally filling him up. An almost obscene outline of your manly cock pushes out from his body. His full weight lands on your lap, the booty you adore plush against your swollen testicles. They’re so full. You have to cum. Cum inside of him.

“Bounce, bunny.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

Your bunny hops to it, rising up on his knees, and flopping back down onto your balls. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. More. He bounces and bounces and bounces. You lift him by the hips, thrusting up to meet him when he falls, the clapping of flesh on flesh all but deafening. The only sound that could reach a similar volume would be the whining and moaning coming from either you or your newfound toy.

“S-sir, ahhn, I-I-I’m g-gonna cum-mm!”

“Do it. Now.”

Reacting to the growl in your voice, he trembles into another bounce, creaming his panties, the spot spreading until the front of his pelvis is soaked through. He moans and moans and moans again, nearly collapsing into you. His hands meet yours, layered on his hips, helping to bounce him harder. You feel it surging, the flood of semen in your balls. You want to fill him. But one more question comes to mind.