Say You Love Me: Arie & Kai

How many hints can one man drop before admitting defeat? Failure sucks but the whole point is not having to ask for what I want.  What I want is for my twin brother to hold me down and fuck me until my legs don’t work, even as I struggle for freedom and beg him to stop. Hurt me. Make me cry. Is that asking too much of Kai?  Probably. He’s my brother, after all. I shouldn’t want him like I do. If anyone knew about all the things I fantasized about they’d think I was sick, twisted. Maybe I am....

So what if I lied? Telling Arie that we’re cleaning the shed this weekend has the positive effect of sending him to bed early on a Friday instead of binge watching his current obsession until the early morning hours.  It’s just before nine o’clock when he disappears into his room, pajamas slung low on his narrow hips, lean chest bare and damp after taking a shower. I count every tick of the clock—seconds that spiral into minutes—with my heart in my throat and my stomach in knots, until an hour, then two, has passed.  My cock is rock hard and...

My lungs seize.  Kai fucks me hard, shoving his cock deep, slamming against my prostate as his nails bite into my jaw. His pupils are blown. Cheeks flushed. A bead of sweat rolls down his jaw as he buries his cock in my more than willing hole. I gasp for breath—the inhale short and sharp before the air is forced from my lungs by his next powerful thrust. My cock is hard, harder than it’s ever been, held prisoner by the cotton of my thong, dragging against the fabric with every slam of his hips. The friction is too much...