Business Or Pleasure 13

"You're sure you don't wanna go to the bar with us?"

Dylan turned to his teammates and shook his head. "Nah, not tonight, man. I gotta get back to the apartment and study for my Business Ethics midterm. But, I promise, when I pass that fuckin' thing, I'll buy all y'all a round, and we'll get fucked up!"

That got a few cheers from the boys. More than one of them clapped their hands on his shoulders and gave him a noogie before leaving the locker room. One by one, each of the guys left, until Dylan and two of his friends were left.

"You're not studying shit," muttered Montrell. He slipped his shirt over his head, covering the muscular plane of his dark chest. He grabbed a pick comb from his locker and began to style his hair. "You goin' home to spend 'quality time' with your sister. Ain't that right, Colby?"

"If I had a sister half as fine as Brooke, I'd spend quality time with her too," Colby responded with a sensual gyration of his hips. "I'd lay the business down with her all night long. Ow!" He slammed the locker door shut and grabbed his bag.

"And y'all wonder why people say white folk crazy," Montrell snorted. "Y'all nasty motherfuckers go around fuckin' your sisters."

"What, you don't think Lexie's hot?"

Montrell turned away at the mention of his own sister. He tossed his comb into the locker and grabbed his backpack. Colby guffawed at the telling silence while his friend flipped him off.

Dylan smiled at his friends. "Alright, alright. Bust my balls all you want, but I really do have to study. If I fail this, I risk getting a bad grade in the class."

"Whatever, man," Colby laughed. "You think a B is a bad grade. You should see my grades."

"Don't need to when I see coach runnin' your ass," Dylan countered. He shook his head and waved. "I'm outta here. Drink a few for me."

They nodded, then Colby shouted after him, "Tell Brooke I said, 'What's up, baby girl'!"

Dylan gave him the one-finger salute and walked out of the locker room. The late afternoon sun made him squint. He ran his hand through his long hair and adjusted his gym bag on his shoulder, then walked down the hill towards his car. He tossed his bag into the back seat and turned up the radio.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, his mind drifted to his sister. Those two chucklefucks could tease him all they wanted, but at least he had someone excited to see him when he got home. Rolling down the window, Dylan took in the cool autumn breeze. He took in the sight of the leaves blanketing the campus, the smell of the crisp air, and the dense sound of traffic.

He drove by the Greek houses and student ghetto and turned right onto Ashland Avenue. A few of his teammates waved and hollered at him as he passed their favorite bar. He waved back, but his mind was on Brooke. Excitement raised a tent in his sweats as he pulled into the parking lot of their apartment building.

Grabbing his gym bag, Dylan hurried upstairs and unlocked the apartment door. The sounds of the television greeted him as he walked in, quickly followed by his sister shouting,

"Sup, Meathead! I got us some chicken wings! They're in the oven, and there's some of that shit beer you like in the fridge."

Dylan rounded the hallway and peeked into the living room. Brooke, his younger sister by a year, was splayed out on the couch in nothing but an oversized T-shirt and a pair of lady's boxers. Her eyes were fixed on the TV as she shoveled a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

When she noticed him staring, she smiled and threw her popcorn at him. "How was practice?"

Dylan managed to catch a few kernels in his mouth before answering. "'S fine," he replied, tossing his gym bag down the hall toward their room. "Montrell nearly took my arm off when he tackled me."

"Well, looks like you still have both your arms, so I don't have to kick his ass," Brooke smirked. Her expression fell when she saw Dylan looking at his desk. "Still studying?"

Dylan sighed and nodded. "Yeah..."

Brooke sat up a bit and crossed her legs. "Go shower and change, then eat dinner, then study time." She tilted her head toward the bathroom in a way that was almost like someone dismissing a child.

The subtle act made his heart flutter. "Yes, ma'am," he said with a slight blush.

As he showered, Dylan carefully shaved the hair from his body until his skin was silky smooth. He took his time, letting the razor glide over his body with the same care he would use to carve a sculpture. When he was done, he toweled his hair dry and brushed the dark, shoulder-length locks until the brush ran smooth. Then he padded into their room and picked through his wardrobe.

He wanted to dress comfortably tonight but also wanted to leave the night open to fun with Brooke. Finally, he decided on a sweater crop top, a short pleated shirt, and a pair of knee-high white socks. It would ruin him if anyone on his team knew what he was wearing, but they weren't here to see him tonight.

Dylan checked himself in the mirror, adjusting the crop top and smoothing the skirt. He loved the way his midriff looked in crop tops, the way his waist dipped in a slight, alluring curve. He could almost imagine Brooke tracing the valleys of his stomach with her fingertips.

That caused his cock to press into the panties he wore underneath. He was hard enough that he could see the outline of it bulge under the skirt. Dylan took a couple of deep breaths to relax his nerves. He needed to focus--food, study, then Brooke.

"Look at you! God, you're so fucking cute, baby!" Brooke squealed as she pulled him close for a kiss. Dylan wrapped his arms around her neck and sighed against her lips. She pulled back and smiled, "Wings are ready when you are, baby. Come on, let's get some food in that belly."

She released him and handed over a plate piled high with steaming wings. "Thanks, Brooke," he said with satisfaction. "How was your storytime class?"

Brooke arched an eyebrow and scoffed. "For your information, Epics of Greece and Rome is not a "storytime class"; it's a history class that focuses on the historical and cultural contexts of the epics. Thank you very much. In fact, today, Dr. Ellison showed us a video about the Greek way of..."

That got her talking. Dylan loved listening to her voice, especially when she got worked up. He bit into the crispy skin of the wings and tried to follow along with what she was saying. It made no sense to him, but he loved hearing her talk about something she loved.

After dinner, Dylan sat at his desk while Brooke returned to her seat on the couch. He put his headphones on, and after a moment of procrastination looking for the perfect playlist, he opened his textbook. It had taken him a long time to learn how to study properly, having never put forth the effort in high school. But now, with scholarships and a good team on the line, he needed to keep up with the work.

Hours passed, and the sun faded beyond the horizon, giving way to the inky night and the stars. Dylan leaned back with a groan, twisting his back until it popped and stretching his legs. His hand cramped from all the notes he had taken. There were pages upon pages of information he needed to memorize.

"Time for a break," he sighed as he removed his headphones.

"Sweet," Brooke spoke up. He turned to face her and smiled at her outstretched arms. "Come here, baby."

Unable to resist, Dylan walked over and settled himself between her legs. His back pressed against her chest, her soft breasts pressing against his back. He was taller than her, so it took some adjusting to get comfortable. But once they were settled, Dylan tilted his head back and sighed when she leaned down to kiss him.

One of her hands smoothed over the plane of his belly and then up to his chest. "You shaved when you took your shower." Dylan nodded, squirming as her fingers trailed over his chest. "Your skin is always so soft after you shave."

Her touch was the sweetest torture. Dylan moaned as her hands slid under his crop top and cupped his soft pectorals. She caressed them like breasts, her fingers pinching his nipples as she squeezed them.

He could feel his body responding as his cock strained against the cotton fabric of his panties. His head leaned against her shoulder, opening his neck for her to kiss. She did, her tongue tracing the pulsing vein in his throat. Her teeth nipped at his Adam's apple and tugged at the flesh.

"My Baby Boy really likes it when I play with his chest, doesn't he?" she whispered. Dylan nodded, biting his lip as her fingers stroked his nipples. His hands clutched her thighs as his hips twitched.

"Brooke," he gasped, "I- I should get back to studying."

"You've been at it for hours, baby," she said as she nuzzled into his neck. "Let the rest of the night be yours."

She shifted them so she could wrap her arms around his waist. Dylan leaned back, looping an arm around her shoulders for support as he watched her lift his skirt. His cock strained against the tight fabric of his panties, and he spotted a dark spot where precum soaked into the material.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his panties. "Lift up." The single command sent a shiver down his spine. Dylan lifted his hips with no argument and helped Brook slide the underwear down his muscular thighs. ​​Her hands gently encouraged him to spread his legs when he sat back down.

With his cock now on full display, Dylan blushed as it bobbed in the air, desperate to be touched. It wasn't anything to write home about; it was barely above average compared to other guys. Brooke didn't care about that. All she cared about was making him feel good.

She pushed him off her lap and gestured for him to wait as she ran to the bedroom. Dylan waited patiently impatient. He knew she'd be back soon but he ached to be touched.

When she came back, he saw that she carried a small bottle of lube and their favorite strap-on. He watched eagerly as she slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the harness. He helped to tighten the straps, letting his hands pass over the supple flesh of her round bottom. Brooke guided his hands away by the wrists and gave him a disapproving yet amused smile.

"Naughty boy," she said with a laugh. Twirling her finger, she ordered him to put his hands on the back of the couch. Dylan obeyed and spread his knees wide as he pulled his skirt over his hips. He glanced over his shoulder and shook his ass at her with a wink and a kiss.

Brooke laughed and shook her head. He heard the faint snap of a lid popping open before cold lubricant dripped onto his hole. Dylan jumped at the sudden sensation but quickly relaxed when her fingers followed. Her slick fingers massaged the tight ring of muscle until he was pushing back in anticipation.

"Eager for me tonight, pretty boy?" she purred. Her fingers continued to circle his hole, the tips just barely pressing inside to stretch him. "You want me to take my time, or do you need me to fuck you properly?"

Dylan whimpered, gripping the back of the couch for support. "I need you to fill me up."

His sister smiled and removed her fingers. The lube squirted onto the silicon toy; followed by the slick sounds of her coating the shaft. It didn't sound like one of the regular toys. There were more bumps as her hand glided over the toy. It wasn't until he felt the tip press against him that Dylan realized Brooke had grabbed one of the exotic dildos.

He groaned and pushed back with a desperate whine. Brooke gripped his hips to steady him as she slowly eased the toy inside. "Easy baby, this one's big," she said in a hushed voice.

Dylan dropped his head as he was slowly stretched open. No matter how many times they did this, no matter which toy they used, the initial stretch always made him squirm. With each inch, the pleasure grew as the ribbed shaft pressed along his insides. His cock twitched as precum dripped onto the couch.

After what felt like an eternity, Brooke's hips pressed against his ass. She gave him a moment to adjust to the strange shape and large size before she began to move. The air soon filled with Dylan's desperate moans. "You take me so well, baby," she praised him.

Pride swelled in his chest even as he rode the strap-on like a whore. His hips rolled with every stroke, each one driving the toy deeper into him. Brooke's hands dug into his hips, urging him on as their bodies slapped together.

Suddenly, the cock was pulled from him, and Dylan was forced onto his back. Brooke was on top of him before he could catch his breath. The toy swiftly slid back home, and her hips pounded into him. Her hands forced his legs back, pushing his leaking cock into his belly.

"Ooh, fuck me, Brooke!" Dylan groaned as his head fell back. His voice always sounded so much higher when they fucked--more feminine; more desperate. His long hair splayed around him like a halo, with a few strands sticking to his sweat-slick forehead.

The muscles in Brooke's stomach flexed as she drove into him. Her face was flushed and eyes shining with arousal. He watched her lick her lips while looking at him. "Show me those tits, princess," she gasped.

Dylan whined and slid his hands under his crop top to expose his chest. His thumbs circled his nipples, teasing the stiff nubs and sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Precum oozed into the valleys of his belly and down his hips more freely now. It wouldn't take much more before he was ready to explode.

Brooke leaned forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss before pulling away. She straightened and withdrew her hips before snapping them forward. The force drove the tip against his prostate and caused him to cry out.

"Oh fuck, Brooke!" he moaned, not caring how loud he was. "Fuck, you feel so good!" His back arched, and his hands went over his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. He rode her cock like a man possessed, tightening the knot forming in his abdomen until it was unbearable.

"Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you let go," she coaxed. That was all the permission he needed. In the next second, Dylan released a long whine as his cock erupted, painting his chest and stomach with thick ropes of cum. His hole spasmed around the dildo, squeezing every drop of pleasure from his climax.

Brooke eased him through the aftershocks, watching his cock twitch as he came down. "God, you look so pretty covered in cum, Dylan. Maybe we should get one of those toys that uses cum lube! Seeing you leaking would be so hot."

She always tried to talk to him while his brains were scrambled. Dylan could only smile at his sister and give a weak nod. He'd do whatever she wanted, so long as she fucked him like that every time. When his breathing was back in order, he grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss.

Brooke sighed into his mouth as their tongues gave in to a lazy dance. He was just as hungry for these tender moments as he was for sex. Everything about his sister filled him with love and longing that no other woman could ever match.

When they finally parted, Brooke smiled at him as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Fuck, I love you," she said with a sweet grin.

Dylan laughed and kissed her again. "I love you too, whore," he teased.

She released an incredulous laugh "Who are you calling a whore? I'm not the one throwing it back on a dragon cock and begging for more. 'Fuck me, Brooke! Oh fuck, you feel so good, Brooke!' For real, dude." She pushed off and wiped cum from her hand across his chest.

When he moved to smear more of it on her face, his sister darted down the hall toward the bathroom. He was sure the neighbors could hear them, but that didn't matter. What mattered was spending the rest of the evening with the one he loved.