Getting seperated young from a big brother who just seems so cool when you finally meet for the first time. And before you leave for the night you mention how youre a bit scared that he'll just disappear and youll loose your big bro again.
And after a few minuets of trying, and failing, to reassure you, he finally asks if you'd feel better if you stayed over for tonight, just to prove youll be alright.
And of course you say yes, please.
And when its one am, you cant help slipping into his bed because you're really nervous and like. Thays what brothers are for, helping siblings calm down, right? He'd been nothing but nice every time you've talked. Like hes nice, hes kind, hes what everyone thinks older brothers should be.
And youre actually right? He doesnt hesitate to pull you close when he rolls over, burying his face in your hair and breathing deep. Your big brothers strong arms are locked around you, and his warm helps ease that anxiety, helps calm you to sleep.
So when you wake up two hours later, the early morning sun streaming into the ceiling, youre not totally confused why you feel a hand between your legs, expertly getting you off. Its too practiced, too familiar, to stop him. It was your older brother, you could trust his movements. You could trust his justment.
And when hes gasping against your neck, groaning and thrusting his cock against your ass, youre logical, youre nice, youre considerate. You grind your ass back into his dick, letting him feel the give just right.
And his hand gets more insistent between your legs, rubbing just right just so, getting you off just
How he liked it - just how you were falling in love with.
You came first. His fingers rubbing and pulling and grinding, you cant help cumming first, arching your ass against his cock, and his cum pools against your lower back, caught between your bodies.
And god. Your brother just molested you. He had molested you, within days of meeting. Your brother was a creep, whos large, hot hands were opening your thighs up, pulling your leg back, showing off your still clothed crotch to no one but his room in the grey morning. And his lips press to the back of your neck, slowly kissing a line from your shoulders to your ear, gently tugging the lobe as he starts to rub between your legs again, keeping you ready despite his own cock softening.
And you just moan and arch back into him, grabbing the hand on your hip to keep him close.
