𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑩𝒓𝒐/𝑳𝒊𝒍 𝑩𝒓𝒐 𝑮𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒚
When my younger brother had finally gotten old enough, I decided it was time he learned how to handle a gun like a grown man. It wasn't like Dad was around to do it, so the responsibility landed on me, as did most things when it came to teaching my lil bro how to be a man.
The desert was empty that morning except for my brother and I and the wind, plus the truck we'd rode. With the sun high over our heads that warmed my neck, sweat already on my temple, I stood with my gun bag splayed open on the tailgate, digging inside for mags. My brother looked ridiculously out of place when I turned, staring a bit wide-eyed like a deer in headlights, but I was determined to fix that. I gave him a gentle nudge in the shoulder, telling him, "Look alive, little bro."
When his hands first wrapped around the pistol, I immediately groaned and began adjusting his fingers. Then, I stepped behind him and looked over his shoulder as he raised the gun once more. His stance was a little shaky and limp, like some sort of sissy. Pathetic.
"Fucking- Pick it up, kid, c'mon," I huffed, and curled my body around his back to dig my fingers into his forearms and adjust them. He gasped as our bodies connected and shifted his weight from foot to foot, but I kept holding onto his arms, forcing him to aim forward.
"Keep looking forward. Don't worry about what I'm doing back here."
My brother didn't answer, but kept looking forward like I'd instructed. His hips pressed back against my dick, perhaps intentionally, and I hardened my eyes as I stared into the sandy hillside he was aiming towards. I tried so hard to ignore his little jerks and movements, even after he started firing, but it was no use. The curve of his ass brushed against my thickening cock over and over, and my hands slid away from his arms and onto his waist.
“Hold still-“ I growled against his ear, gripping his hips to keep him from moving. But, he didn’t listen, and I heard his foot scuff through the sand as he moved back, pressing his ass directly against my hardened cock. Fucker was playing with fire.
If he wasn’t going to focus and learn something, I was going to have to try another way: I immediately led him towards the hood of the truck and shoved him over, letting the gun hit the ground and my brothers wimpy voice moan out at me, “Hey!”
I didn’t slow down. My belt and jeans were undone in seconds, the head of my rigid cock already dribbling wet as I began to work my brothers jeans down. They, with his boxers, hit his ankles quick, and I sank into his tight hole with little hesitation. Teeth gnashed together as his tight ass enveloped me, I leaned over and pulled his head back off the hood, huffing,
“You’re going to learn one way or another.”
