As I woke up.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt ashamed of myself and thought I had to try to fix things up if possible. When I went to Andy's room I couldn't find him anywhere, so I went to the living room and found him lying on the couch, covered with an old blanket. As I approached he spun his head around and gave me a killer look. He stood up and ran toward me in order to smash his clenched fist on my stomach. He was yelling at me and threatening me. Guilty of being the **** who took his ass a couple of hours earlier, I took it all without fighting back, although something was stirring again inside me. The thing is that my brother was still naked and clearly didn't sleep at all. As I watched him, trying to hurt me, I noticed his cock; flaccid but glistening in what seemed to be precum. A quick look to the couch revealed something to me: there was a large dried up stain on the spot where his crotch was last night as I fucked him. I must have **** him to cum without realizing it.

That detail ignited back the sadist who violently **** my little brother. I grabbed his wrists and launched my knee to his pelvis. I made sure not to hit his dick. He stopped fighting and began sobbing again. "Shut the fuck up for chrissake!" I slapped him across the face. "Look at the mess you made on the couch, you asshole! You came all over it didn't you!?" He lowered his head in shame. "Was it while I was pumping your ass, or after? Eh? I guess you liked it more than it seemed, you piece of shit..." I said my last sentence in a low, hushed tone. I quickly noticed that his cock was hard and mine was simply throbbing. I placed a hand on his throat and slipped out of my boxers with my other one. "Get down there and suck me, since you're such a little whore." Since he wasn't complying I told him about the pictures I took. I blackmailed him shamelessly and then I **** him to his knees, rubbing and slapping my cock on his face. Eventually he must have come to the conclusion that he didn't have a choice in the matter and was better to do as I said, he slowly opened his mouth and before he could close it back I slammed my rock-hard rod in his mouth. His disgust at my taste was apparent on his face, along with a growing hatred and fear. He was trying to push me away, but a quick kick to his stomach **** him to face reality and once again he resigned himself to submit to my desires.

He very slowly began bobbing his head on my cock. Soon I had both hands holding his head and forcing him to a much faster and rougher pace. He gaged and coughed each times my dick would hit the back of his mouth and I would always keep going without giving a damn. After a while of this I took my cock out of his slobbering mouth and shot my morning load all over his abused face.