I walked out of the shower dripping and sore, still dazed from what just happened. My stepbrother Caleb had fucked me hard against the tiles. My hole was wrecked, my thighs a little shaky, my whole body tingling from being used like that. I didn’t bother grabbing a towel. Just padded out bare, water still running down my back, and collapsed face-first onto the bed like the fucked-out little slut I was.
I spread my legs slightly, ass bare, leaking, still throbbing from how deep he’d gone. I didn’t even try to cover up. I wanted him to see it. Wanted to stay spread and messy in case my brother walked in and got hard all over again.
Back in the bathroom, he was still rinsing off. I could hear him talking to himself, bitching about the time. “Bro, you made me late for this wedding,” he called out, voice echoing. I smiled into the sheets, not saying a word. The shower shut off. Then the hair dryer kicked on. I could hear him rushing, drying off, brushing his teeth, trying to pull himself together like he hadn’t just pounded me into the wall.
A few minutes later, he came out in nothing but a towel around his waist, hair damp, still toweling it dry. He was scanning the room for the clothes he’d laid out before he went to shower: a crisp black shirt, slim tailored slacks, a green tie. All of it neatly folded right beside me, where I was lying facedown, ass out, thighs glistening, still open like I was begging for round two.
He stopped mid-step. I didn’t look back at first. Just stayed there, pretending not to notice. But I felt it. The shift in the air. The way his breath hitched. The silence.
“Jesus Christ. Why the fuck are you laying there like that?” he muttered, voice low.
I smiled into the pillow and shifted slightly. Arched my lower back just a little, enough to tilt my hips up, stretch my legs. A slow, lazy, post-fuck sprawl. “Like what?” I mumbled.
He stepped closer. I could hear the towel drop. His voice dipped.
“You’re such a slut, little bro.”
I turned my head, met his eyes. “Can’t resist, can you?” I said, grinning. “Who’s the one staring now?”
He didn’t say anything. Just stood there for a second. His eyes dropped back to my ass. His tongue flicked out over his lip. He looked like a man losing a fight with himself.
“Argh, fuck,” he groaned. “I wanna eat you.”
“You sure?” I teased, shifting just enough that my cheeks parted slightly. “You’ve got somewhere to be, remember?”
“Yeah,” he muttered, kneeling down. “I remember. I just don’t give a fuck right now.”
He just gripped my ass and spread me open, hard. His thumbs dug into the meat of my cheeks, pulling me wide until my hole was fully exposed. He leaned in, breath hot, and licked a fat stripe right up the center. I gasped. His tongue was already wet and sloppy, and when he spit, it was loud and filthy, landing right on my hole before he smeared it in with two fingers.
“God, you taste like my fucking cum,” he groaned. “You’re still dripping from the shower.”
“Then clean your mess up,” I said. “Eat it.”
That was all he needed.
He dove in.
Face buried between my cheeks, tongue fucking me like he hadn’t eaten in days. No build-up. No teasing. Just filthy, desperate licking. He spit again, slathering it across my hole, then shoved his tongue inside with a deep grunt. His beard scratched my skin, and the roughness only made me push back harder.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Yes, just like that.”
He didn’t let up. His hands held my ass open, firm and possessive. His tongue worked in tight circles, then slid in deep. Again and again. I was squirming now, whining into the pillow, grinding my ass back like a fucking animal in heat. The sheets were damp under me. My cock was hard and untouched, drooling pre all over the bed.
I felt his breath catch. He spit again. Got even rougher.
“Such a fucking hole,” he growled. “You were made for this.”
I whined. “Then use me.”
He flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. Lifted my legs and went straight back in. I could barely see his face, which was deeply buried in my hole, his mouth open, lips slick, spit shining on his chin. His tongue was relentless. He looked drunk on it. Like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me.
“Say it,” he murmured, tongue flicking my hole.
“Say what?”
“That you fucking love this.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I fucking love this. I love your mouth. I love being open for my brother.”
He smiled against me and then shoved his face back in. I cried out. My legs twitched. My hands were gripping the sheets, the bed frame, anything I could hold onto.
“You’re such a good boy,” he muttered.
He stayed there, eating and licking and worshipping like it was the only thing he needed. My body shook. My eyes rolled back. I was already leaking everywhere and hadn’t even touched myself. I didn’t need to. He was doing everything.
Eventually, he slowed down. Pulled back. Stared at me with that same look from last night. The one that said this wasn’t just a one-time thing.
He stood up slowly. His cock was rock hard again, leaking at the tip. He looked down at himself, then back at me.
“Dude,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “I’m gonna miss this wedding.”
Now we were both on the bed. Still bare. Still sweating. His spit was still drying on my skin. I could feel the trail of it between my ass cheeks, sticky and warm, mixed with his cum from earlier. And his cock? Still hard. Thick. Flushed red. Pointing straight up against his abs like it wasn’t even close to done with me.
He was lying on his side, staring at my ass like it had personally offended him.
“You’re not even pretending to be decent,” he said, voice low.
I smiled into the sheets. Didn’t bother looking back. “Should I?”
He didn’t answer. Just shifted behind me. I felt the bed dip. The warmth of him return. His hand landed on my hip. Then slid down. Between my thighs. My legs parted automatically, and he groaned when he saw what I was offering.
“Still stretched open,” he muttered.
“Still wet for my brother,” I added, voice smug.
That was all it took.
He gripped my waist, pulled me up onto my knees, and lined himself up without a second of hesitation. His cock pressed against me...hot, heavy, and I felt the first thick inch start to slide in. I gasped. My whole body shivered. I was already ready for round 2.
He sank in slowly.
Every inch dragged across my ass, stretching me back out, forcing my hole to take it again. My mouth fell open. I clutched the sheets tighter. My knees slipped on the mattress, legs already trembling.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he bottomed out. “Still feels so fucking good.”
He didn’t wait for my reply. He started moving. Deep strokes. Hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was slow but rough. He was fucking me like he had all the time in the world, even though we both knew he didn’t.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Each thrust landed heavily. My ass clapped back against him with every motion. His balls slapped against me wetly, loudly.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
I was panting into the sheets, head spinning, spit pooling in my mouth as his cock dragged over every sensitive nerve inside me.
He gripped my hips tighter. Bent forward. I felt his chest on my back now. His breath was at my ear. “You want my cum once again, you cum slut?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, bro, give it to me.”
“You sure your hole can take another load?”
I pushed back on him harder, grinding my ass into his hips. “Please, Caleb. I want your cum. I can take it. I want you to fill me up again.”
He growled and slammed into me hard enough to make the bed jerk.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
My moans got louder. I couldn’t stop. My voice cracked every time his cock thrusted deep inside me. I was drooling down my chin, my cock untouched and leaking all over the sheets.
He reached around and grabbed my dick. One stroke and I almost came.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “I can’t..I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” he said. “Hold it.”
I tried. I really did. But his cock was pounding my spot too perfectly. I was a mess. Legs shaking. Body twitching. My hole was clenching down so hard it made him grunt.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Keep doing that, and I’m gonna unload really soon.”
“Then do it,” I said, breathless. “Cum in me. Fill me up again.”
He snapped his hips forward, over and over, faster now.
Slam.
Slam.
"Harder, Caleb, fu-ck- a---aah.. Caleb", I moaned.
Slam.
Slam.
The room echoed with our sounds. Skin on skin. Breathing. Groaning. The wet slap of his cock driving in and out of my hole, each thrust rougher than the last.
“Did I mention how glad I am,” he growled. “that I decided to stay here for the night?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he fucked me harder. “You are welcome to stay anytime."
He let go. One last deep thrust. I felt his cock twitch, then pulse. He cursed loudly and spilled inside me, his sperm hot and thick, filling me up again. I could feel it flooding inside my hole. Running down my thighs. Mixing with the mess already there.
I came seconds later. Without touching myself. My cock throbbed and shot all over the sheets as I screamed into the mattress. My whole body went limp.
He didn’t pull out right away.
Just stayed there. Cock buried in me. His breath shaky. His hands still gripping my hips like he wasn’t ready to let go.
"Fuck, round 2 was much better", he exhaled.
Eventually, he eased out.
I collapsed onto my stomach, panting, spent, ruined.
His warm cum dripped out of me in slow, warm trails. My thighs were sticky. The bed soaked.
I felt him flop down next to me, his arm brushing mine.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m not gonna survive staying here another night.”
I turned my head and looked at him, grinning. “You think I am?”
He laughed. Then stared at me a beat longer. His eyes flicked down my body. To my ass. My thighs. My back. “Maybe I should come back after the wedding is over and fuck you again.”
I smirked. “I’ll still be spread open for you.”
He groaned. “Fuck.. My brother is such a slut”
And then he got up...reluctantly. His cock flaccid, his cum leaking out of me, and the wedding suit still untouched on the chair. I watched him grab the towel and head back to the bathroom, shaking his head. “I swear to God,” he muttered. “You’re gonna be the reason I miss the vows.”
I just smiled into the pillow, still leaking, still wrecked.
