I snorted. “You’re sure about that?”
“Very. If I think I’ll hurt you, I won’t move.” He left no room for arguments and cupped his hand over my belly like he was going to hold me still while we slept.
“You’re a weirdo.”
He rolled a bit to reach over and turn off the light beside the bed, bathing us in darkness, but the room wasn’t scary. There was a night-light across the way. Soft, safe light filtered in through the windows from outside. I snuggled back against him and wondered if the night-light was his or if he’d done it for me. Or someone else. I didn’t like that thought, though. No one else should be in here with him.
“Casey bear, it’s easier to be happy as… Angel your younger brother. Is that strange? Angel the geek from IT would be overthinking all this right now.”
He rubbed his hand in a soothing circle over my belly. “Not to me. It’s easier for me to do the things I should as your Big Brother. It’s easier to be patient. It’s easier not to say a bunch of shit that I shouldn’t, so that you end up hating me.”
I stilled. “Is that what happened with your last… uh….”
“Yeah. He pissed me off when we weren’t playing, and I, well, you’ve seen it.” He kissed the top of my head. “When I’m your caretaker, your Big Brother, nothing makes me angry. Or, at least, not as angry. I know I can’t act like a fuck with you because you trust me.”
“Then why don’t you always be my Big Brother?” Desperation surprised me and had my heart pounding for a few seconds before he rubbed at my chest, and I relaxed back against him.
“We’ll start out slow, but we can end up in any type of relationship you’re comfortable with. Some people play all the time. Your persona doesn’t seem too young, so it would be doable out of the house.”
I yawned.
He pressed a kiss to my temple. “I’ll take care of you, cutie.”
His hard cock nudged my ass, and I wriggled back against him. He gave me a squeeze, and a soft growl let me know he wanted me as much as I needed him. I circled my hips.Maybe if I—
“Not tonight.”
“But—”
“You want this right now?” he asked, and I could hear something that almost sounded like a challenge in his tone. Maybe I’d made him a little mad? He moved behind me and I was shocked when his fat cockhead slipped between my asscheeks. I held my breath as he rubbed himself along my crack and stopped at my hole. He teased himself back and forth, and I clawed at the blanket with my good hand while my entire body went on the fritz. Slickness from him, precum that was not nearly enough to let him in my body without a boss-level fight, warmed my skin. I was terrified. Part of me wanted him to split me open. “You think you’re ready, little brother?”
I shivered. “Wanna be.”
“But you’renot.”
He tilted his cock up until he was snug between my cheeks, and then he firmly splayed his other hand lower on my belly. His hips rocked as he wrapped a hand around my cock. I moaned and tipped my head back against his chest. He set a horrible, terrible, no-good slow pace and sucked at the skin on my shoulder as he jerked me off. I was a sweaty, whining mess by the time he finally sent me shouting over the edge. While I was a panting, tired wreck, he pushed my asscheeks firmly together and pumped between them a few times until he sprayed cum along my back. I shivered at the wet heat and laughed when he sat up. He pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe us clean.
There was still a smear of cum on my belly, and I was so exhausted and happy I didn’t care about it, not even when it got cold and itchy. Not even when Casey massaged it into my skin. I’d be his dirty boy, too, if that’s what he wanted. His filthy little brother.
12
Casey
“Why can’t you come home with me tonight?” I demanded.
Icy pellets bounced off my face and had me squinting as the last of the sunlight quickly faded overhead under the growing winter gloom. On all sides of us buildings loomed and made it even darker than it should have been for this time of the afternoon. Streetlamps came on as we stood there together, and the light on our office building blazed to life. I wasn’t wearing a coat because I’d rushed downstairs to make sure I could talk to Angel in person after he texted me that he wasn’t coming to my house.
“Because I can’t,” he said.
For two weeks straight, Angel had been riding home with me after work. And I liked it that way. I liked routine. I liked making him dinner. I fucking loved getting him up in the mornings to work out. He would walk on the treadmill and play on his phone while I lifted weights. After a bit we would switch and he would watch me while I ran.
He didn’t have to do that, stay while I finished my workout, but he would sit down cross-legged on the floor and stare up at me like I was a fucking god. It never failed to get me hard.Hero worshipfrom my little brother. It was a quiet, amazing time for me each morning, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I had gotten used to him at my house.
We were moving too fast, and I knew we were rushing.
I didn’t care.
