Note: this story contains incest.
Dylan lay on his bed, waiting and contemplating. This summer was the last he would spend in his parents' house before he moved off to college. In just a few days, Mom and Dad would load up the car and drive their eighteen year old son off to his next phase of life. But Dylan had one goal to reach before he left.
His brother Jake, seven years older, was a real fuck-up. He ended up back in his parent's house after flunking out of college and he's been there ever since. Jake was always coming home late, super drunk, and passing out. Dylan was sad for his older brother. His parents didn't know what to do and Jake was spiraling out of control.
But Dylan liked having his big brother around. Jake was a screw-up, but he was nice to Dylan. Jake was protective of his sensitive little brother and that stirred exciting, comforting feelings inside Dylan.
And then there was the matter of Jake's physicality. Jake was tall and fit compared to Dylan's short, skinny form. The teenager found himself drawn to his older brother's lean, toned body. On a hot summer day, Dylan might get lucky enough to see Jake peel off a sweaty T-shirt, baring his smooth, sexy chest and tight abs.
Dylan had tried to deny it for years. But there was something about this rugged, sloppy man that really hit all of Dylan's buttons. The days-old stubble on his sharp jaw. His perpetually mussed hair. The white tank top clinging to his lithe, muscled torso. They way his boxers bunched up around his groin, showing off his hefty package. There was no avoiding it. Dylan was sexually attracted to his big brother. And he was finally ready to act on his desires.
This weekend was his only chance before he moved out. Their parents were out of town for a couple days. Once Jake arrived home in his usual drunken state, Dylan would finally be alone in the house with big bro. So he waited there on his bed, trying to fight the urge to whip out his cock and jerk off, picturing his brother's body and all the things he wanted to do with it.
With a sharp pang of nervous excitement, Dylan heard the front door open and slam shut. He hopped off his bed and crept down the hallway, spying around the corner. Jake stumbled over to the couch before he collapsed into a sort-of-seated position. Dylan waited several tense moments.
"Jake?" he called. No response. He stepped closer. "Hey, Jake!" he shouted. But the older guy was out cold. Dylan, heart racing, crawled up onto the couch and pushed on Jake's shoulder until his upper body fell to the cushions. The teen lifted his brother's legs up onto the couch so that Jake was lying on his back.
Dylan, on his knees, straddled his brother's legs. He couldn't remember the last time he was this physically close to Jake. The sight and smell were intoxicating. Nothing foul, but rather manly. It made his teen cock harder in his shorts. His gaze drilled into Jake's snoozing form. Was he really ready to do this? With his own brother? Dylan understood that this wasn't normal. He wasn't supposed to lust after his own family. But he couldn't help it. Something had gone wrong in his brain and the sight of his own brother made him hard. Now that he had finally acknowledged that, he couldn't pass up this opportunity.
Sweating, he moved his hands to the hem of Jake's T-shirt. His fingers slipped underneath and pushed up. Dylan reveled in this first contact, taking his time to feel Jake's taut, warm abdomen. As he continued, revealing more of Jake's fit form, Dylan ran his thumbs along the trail of hair that sprouted from his waistband. Dylan was intoxicated by Jake's masculine form. His hands explored every inch. The older guy's abs were nicely defined, his chest firm and strong. Dylan lustily took in the sight of Jake's long, lean torso, moving his hands down his brother's slender sides.
He leaned forward, hovering over his brother's prone body. He was face to face with Jake now. Lifting his brother's shirt, he grabbed the neck hole and stretched it over Jake's head, tucking it behind his neck. Now, Dylan had continuous access from the top of Jake's head all the way down to his waistband, leaving only his upper arms and shoulders covered by the shirt.
Dylan took in Jake's musky scent. His head swirled as his senses took in this flood of sexiness. He pressed his lips just under Jake's jaw by his ear. He sucked and pecked down his stubble, down his neck, danced his tongue along Jake's collarbone, across his chest, and licked at the erect nipples. Meanwhile, Dylan moved one hand onto Jake's jeans, rubbing the mass that was growing inside. It stretched off to one side, creating a very visible shape in his pants. Jake's cock was ready to go.
Dylan lifted himself upright, tugged the button of Jake's jeans and unzipped. With an anxious buzz spreading through him, Dylan spread the fly wide open, allowing Jake's underwear-covered cock to bulge out. Eyeing Jake's tented boxers, Dylan closed his fingers around the big thing. It was enormous. He softly stroked the magnificent piece, watching Jake's muscles expand and contract with unconscious pleasure.
Shuffling back along Jake's legs, the teenager lowered his face to the dark, slimy wet spot at the tip of the tent and licked at it. Jake's precum was ambrosia to Dylan. He closed his lips around the knob and sucked at it through the fabric. Gripping it firmly, he massaged the big thing while continuing to suckle on the tip. He was in heaven. But he wanted more.
Reaching into the fly, Dylan closed his fingers around his big brother's thick snake. This initial touch was electric. Hot. Soft skin, yet very hard beneath. He pulled at it until he had the pole sticking out from the fly. For a moment, he simply stared at Jake's exposed, engorged cock. The cock-head was swollen and angry. The shaft was very big in his hand, long and erect and veiny.
Leaning in close, Dylan lifted the fat tool to his mouth and licked all around the swollen purple knob, hungry for Jake's tasty precum. Slipping his lips downward, the fat tool filled his mouth. He groped the big balls through the boxers as he bobbed his head on the slab of man-meat.
After testing the entrance of his throat with the bulbous knob, Dylan reluctantly pulled off to gaze up along Jake's body. His brother's chest and face had bloomed crimson and his breath came heavy from parted lips. But Jake didn't seem to be aware of anything. Satisfied, Dylan dropped his mouth onto the hot cock-meat again.
His lips sank down, the girthy rod pushing into his mouth again. The helmet pressed at his throat as he sucked on the pole. He continued, allowing the unit to trigger his gag reflex. He pulled back, but just a few inches. He wanted this so bad. Again, Jake's knob slipped towards Dylan's throat. This time, Dylan didn't gag, but rather took the thing deeper and deeper. His throat stretched around his brother's thickness. He continued on until he had about three quarters of that thick dick inside his mouth and throat.
