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Caleb smirked. He wasnât trying to be a snowflake about things at all, but attempting to pull on his brotherâs strings. Over the years, Caleb had certainly recognized that he didnât have the physicality to be physically intimidating so he relied on mental and emotional intimidation when he had to. Caleb had anticipated Anthony to be an easy target, but again, he stood no chance when it came to a physical fight with his older brother. âWhatâs wrong? How many times do I have to hear about how many girls you slept with? Or how much they liked it? Thatâs sick too,â Caleb attempted to point out the double standard - which at this point - was a lost cause. âYou in charge? Iâm surprised the place hasnât burned down yet!â Caleb continued to dig his grave. Itâd been quite a while since theyâd gotten into this big of an argument and fight. It had itâs ebb and flow, but they were certainly reaching a climax and Caleb didnât know what to anticipate. âI donât have to snitch about me, dumbass, Iâll just tell them about how many girls you have over all the time.â Caleb countered. It was only mere moments before he felt the tightening on his nape - his own body full of lust almost immediately as his older brother pulled his face into his crotch. Caleb couldnât breathe very well, but this was striaght out of his fantasies and he was going to enjoy it for as long as he could. His mouth had moved open, breathing warm and wet spots into his brotherâs crotch, inhaling his musk whenever he got the chance. Being called a little bitch already had him wet and he had no idea what was going to happen next. The only thing he could do was moan. Just like he had with the other âstraightâ guys in high school.
âIf you heard me bragging was because you wanted to. You could just put some headphones or leave, Caleb!â Anthony tried to argue, failing to see his flawed logic. âThatâs the point, you dumb bitch! If you snitch about me, Imma snitch about you. Whatâs not clickling?â The older one poked his own head a bit angrily before he pulled Calebâs face against his crotch, his nerves not letting him see the situation through. âAre you going to shut up now, huh?â He teased with anger, looking down as his brother after a few moments of forcing the otherâs head against his groin. The taller one stopped using his excessive stenght for a second as he realized that his younger sibling seemed to be enjoying the whole situation. Frowning as he moved his hand from Calebâs nape to Calebâs hair, helding it with a strong grip and pulling it back to force the othe boy to look up at him. âYou like this you sick little bitch?â He asked with a bit of shock as he decided to teach Caleb a lesson. âDo you like this too?â With his free hand, Anthony slapped his brother harshly, wanting to leave a red mark in the shape of a palm. âIs that what you want, Caleb? For a real man to show you how much of a little bitch you are?â He slapped the other once again, the lines between anger and lust becoming a little blurred as his cock twitched with the whole situation. âOpen that mouth then, bitch,â The older slapped the younger once again before using his free hand to pull his own boxers down, revealing his thick and yet soft lenght as he returned to force Calebâs face against it, this time by the boyâs hair. âCome on now! Arenât you a proud little bitch? I want to feel your fucking throat then.â Anthonyâs heart was racing and his muscles tensing up.












