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It’s hotter than satan’s asscrack, and you’re sweating like a broken faucet that won’t stop running no matter what you do. You can’t even use your phone or laptop because they both feel like someone threw them in the oven at the highest setting in an attempt to blow them up or some shit.
Your hair was sticking to your forehead and you were currently fanning yourself with a magazine. You were bare ass naked, not wanting any of your clothes to stick to you from the amount of sweat currently cascading off your body and onto your bed, leaving a very you-shaped soaking wet imprint on your covers.
You’re drifting in and out of consciousness. Not really able to keep awake in the ungodly sweltering air of Houston, Texas. If you weren’t pussy and tits out currently you would be sorely tempted to go out into the living room where the AC unit was located, but the last thing you wanted was for your older brother to see you in your birthday suit.
Well, you didn’t entirely hate the idea per-se, but that was a really fucked up part of you that you pushed down and ignored because having psychosexual thoughts about the guy who raised you wasn’t normal. Nor was the fact you couldn’t help but spy on him like a sick freak sometimes.
You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear your Bro shout your name.
“DAVE!”
You sit up like lightning, heart leaping out of your chest. You could swear that the fear that shot through you made your blood run cold enough to get you to stop sweating for a split second. Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck, what did you do to piss him off this time? He wasn’t even gonna take your ass up to the roof this time to beat your ass!
Clearly you don’t answer him fast enough because you hear him say your name loudly again as the door of your bedroom starts opening. “Dave!”
“WAIT- don’t come in, Bro, I’m naked!”
“I used to change your diapers, kid, I don’t give a shit.”
Kid. You’re 18 now but he still calls you kid.
The door of your bedroom swings all the way open. Bro stands in the doorway in nothing but a pair of swim trunks with My Little Pony print on it that you’re pretty positive is ironic. He wasn’t even wearing his baseball cap, instead he was using it to fan himself. The AC apparently wasn’t enough for him.
He stares at you as you fumble for your sunglasses, sliding them onto your face to stare up at him nervously. His expression is unreadable. You get a good look at him. Pierced nipples, body hair, scars and all.
“Get your shit, we’re going down to the beach.”
The fear that had left your heart pounding leaves your body and you nod.
“Cool. Yeah. I’ll do that.”
He grunts in response before turning to leave you to get yourself ready.
You swallow thickly before standing up on wobbly legs, feeling lightheaded from the heat. You do as he told you, finding your swim trunks and a t-shirt.
You grab your phone, albeit still too hot to use, and your wallet before making your way out of your bedroom and finding your brother standing by the front door with an empty cooler and a couple towels, one of which he tosses at you.
“C’mon. Losin’ daylight and I wanna make a stop on our way to grab some ice and drinks.”
As he swings the front door open and leads the way down the stairwell, you find yourself staring at his bare back in silence.
The drive doesn't take too terribly long. The windows of your Bro’s pickup rolled down with the breeze blowing on your face is the most satisfying part of the ride there. You can't help but try to fill the silence with mindless chatter.
You don't really get a lot of responses from him, short words in reply mostly. Eventually all the words stop falling out of your mouth as you pull up to the parking lot of the beach. You don't realize how excited you actually are to be at the beach until you’re getting out of the truck.
The two of you make your way down to the sand, with you stumbling a bit as you find a spot that's as close to the water as you can to set down your towel in the sand. Bro does the same quietly, setting down the cooler between the two towels.
The part of the beach you two had picked out thankfully wasn’t too terribly busy despite it being such a hot day. You were ever grateful for the ocean breeze that blew towards you both as you opened the cooler and plucked a mountain dew can from the ice.
You don’t go running for the water just yet. Instead you settle down on your towel with the mountain dew in hand and crack it open. You take a long sip from it.
You can’t remember the last time you came to the beach, but you vaguely recall you’d been pretty young and your Bro had been attracting hella ladies. Lounging back with you in his lap, smothering you in sunscreen. You can’t remember what the girls were saying to him but looking back you know for a fact they’d been wanting to mack on your big bro.
You’re pretty certain he’d helped you build a sandcastle. One of the best positive memories you’ve got of Bro.
“You gonna go splash around in the water or what, lil man?”
You jump a little at hearing his question and turn your head to look at him. He’s laying back on his beach towel, hat tilted up to look at you.
“Oh uh. Yeah. Just… Do we got any sunscreen?”
You see an eyebrow arch above his shades as if he’s asking “are you stupid”?
You don’t expect to have him toss sunscreen at you, but you manage to catch it without spilling your soda all over yourself.
“Thanks.”
Looking it over, you kinda realize you don’t know how to apply it. You’d never really had a reason. You usually went swimming in an indoor pool. You ended up just staring at it like the world’s biggest idiot as you set down your mountain dew.
You reluctantly squirt some into your hand and begin to smear it across your arms, leaving white smears. Clearly, though, you’re doing something wrong because Bro scoffs and reaches over, snatching the tube out of your hand and sitting back up.
“What’re you, a retard?”
You don’t wanna answer that question.
Bro puts the sunscreen in his lap before grabbing your wrist and beginning to rub circles into the solution, helping it to seep in similarly to lotion. He seems a little disgruntled as he starts to apply more, helping you to get it across every patch of open skin you have, doing your face last.
Your eyes get wide and, if it weren't for the fact the Texas heat was making your face all kinds of red, you’re sure it would be obvious you’re blushing. His calloused hands are gentler on your face than you expect, slowly massaging the sunscreen into your cheeks and neck, making sure to get it everywhere the sun would get you.
You feel a shudder go down your back and you clear your throat, trying to play it off as being restless to get into the water. “Uh. We good? I-I mean am I good?”
Bro grunts in response and gives a simple nod before pulling away again and letting himself lay back on his towel, tilting his hat down to cover his face from the sun.
“You not coming?”
“In a bit.”
You know that means no.
“If y’need somethin’, just holler for me.”
You push yourself up to your feet and make your way to the water. You don’t spend too long in it. Just enough to cool off and sink into the waves for a small while. You’re not sure how long passes, but when you come back you can hear Bro softly snoring.
You lean back on the towel and grab your phone. It felt a little cooler now, so you took the chance to take a very ironic duck-faced selfie and send it to your group memo with your friends. There was various comments about how gay it made you look.
Eventually you got bored with your phone and scanned the area around you before your eyes land on your older brother’s napping form. You swallow thickly, staring at him a little bit. You couldn’t ever get over how good looking he was. He was more muscularly built compared to you with a good covering of body hair. Your eyes drift from his chest where his nipples are pierced, down to the hair on his stomach, following his happy trail down to his swim trunks. You never really got to see your brother like this for very long, usually if he was shirtless he’d be getting ready to throw on one of his stupid white polo shirts.
You wanted to know what was just past the hem of those swim trunks.
Woah. Okay. There’s the gay, incestuous thoughts rearing their ugly heads. It’d be the coolest shit since room temperature butter if they’d stop popping into your mind. You’re pretty positive Bro was not only homophobic but he was definitely not DTF his little brother
“What’chu eyefuckin’ me for, kid?”
You’re a little startled to hear your Bro talk. You didn’t realize he’d woken up.
“I’m not eyefucking you.” You manage to bite out, horrifically embarrassed you’d been caught staring. You had to keep your cool.
“Mm.”
Bro sits up and stretches his arms above his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth before tipping his hat up at you a little.
“Ya cool off enough or does some ice cream sound as good t’you as it does t’me?”
You relax a bit at the prospect of ice cream, now less on the defensive at the subject change.
You nod in response. “Ice cream sounds great right about now.”
Bro pushes himself to his feet and starts packing up the shit they brought. Figures, he didn’t really do anything. You had to wonder why he had wanted to go to the beach if he’d just planned to lay there on his towel in the sand.
You pick up your unfinished soda, going to take a sip and getting a mouthful of a dead bug, quickly sputtering and gagging as you spit it out and dump the can out on the sand. “What the fuck? That’s fucking sick.”
You don’t expect to hear the low, amused chuckle that comes from Bro. He never fucking laughs. You feel your face heat up.
You only cough in response to his laughter as you move to pick up your towel and sling it over your shoulder. “Fuck you, man.” You mumble under your breath as you follow your older brother back up to the truck.
He swings open the driver side door as he throws his shit in the back. “There’s a Baskin-Robbins back the way we came, sound good to you?”
“Yeah. I could fuck up one of their brownie sundaes.” You respond as you open the passenger door doing the same with your towel as you throw it in the back next.
The two of you make the stop for ice cream and you both end up eating in the truck. You got your little brownie sundae while he just got a plain scoop of vanilla. You’re busy mowing down on your ice cream, making little noises and sinking back into the seat. You let your head fall back against it as you let out an honest to god moan while eating the sweet treat.
You don’t realize you’re being watched until you turn your head to look at if your Bro’s already finished his ice cream.
He’s staring. He’s staring at you.
You stop mid-bite.
“What the fuck?”
“Uh.” You slowly pull the spoon away from your mouth.
You notice that he’d dropped a little bit of his ice cream on himself. It was slowly melting down his chest toward his abs.
You lick your lips.
“What?”
“You were moanin’.”
“... No homo?” Oh you did not fucking sound sure of yourself at all.
He raises his eyebrow.
Your eyes are still trained on the ice cream dripping down his body and you’re suddenly very glad that your aviators are shielding your eyes because, you swear to god, when your eyes accidentally drift a little lower you can see what you’re pretty positive is a growing erection in Bro’s swim trunks.
“No homo, huh?” He repeats, very clearly not convinced.
Your brother is getting hard from your ice cream moaning.
Fuck this. You steel your nerves and just let whatever comes out of your mouth come out.
“You need help with that, Bro?”
He looks down at the ice cream that’s now made it’s way down to the hem of his swim trunks and clears his throat when he quickly notices the slowly growing tent. If your brother was homophobic he had a funny way of showing it.
“Nah, I got it.” He quickly answered, grabbing a napkin and wiping himself off.
“I didn’t mean the ice cream.”
His movements stop and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs.
“Excuse me?”
You don’t answer him, instead you put your ice cream down in the center console and sit up straight.
“Dave?”
“You heard me.”
He turns his head to look around the parking lot. You’re positive you can see him getting harder.
“Y’dunno what’cher askin’. ‘S fucked up. I’m your…”
“I know, but your dick seems to think otherwise.”
He opens his mouth but no words come out. He shuts his mouth.
The two of you stare at each other for a long few moments. You don’t know which of you moves first, but the both of you abruptly have your hands on each other. Your lips are moving against his, sunglasses clacking together. You don’t know where Bro’s ice cream went, but it’s been discarded now.
Your lips part just barely and it’s long enough for Bro to force his way in, licking into your mouth. You can’t help but moan into him.
He pulls back just slightly. “Take off your shorts.”
You’re about to fuck your brother in a Baskin-Robbins parkinglot.
You quickly shimmy out of your swim trunks before he pulls you over, almost knocking your ice cream out of the center console, and makes you straddle his lap. He pulls you back into a bruising kiss, panting into your mouth, a rough hand dragging up and down your back.
You grind down into his lap, feeling the strain of the fabric where his dick is. You’re so fucking wet, you can feel yourself leaving a soaking wet stain on Bro’s crotch. He responds in kind with bucking his hips up, struggling to keep himself still.
“Fuck me Bro. Oh god, fuck me.” You pant against his lips, kissing again and again.
He hikes his trunks down while you occasionally grind down into him. You’re pleasantly surprised by the next time you grind down and your slick folds slide against his dick. He feels big too.
He grabs your hips to stop you from moving, looking down between the two of you. He takes his time guiding you downward onto his dick. The head kisses your entrance so sweetly. You wiggle in his grasp but he gives your hips a squeeze and you stop squirming.
“Fuckfuckfuck, please, Bro.”
He pulls you down, easing his cock into you and oh god he has piercings. It’s a pleasant burn as he fills you, taking his time to push each ladder piercing inside you, bringing you down until your hips are flush together.
He growls a little as he guides you through bouncing on his dick. You’ve never felt so full in your life.
“Y’got any idea what you do t’me, lil’man? Y’don’t think I don’t notice you spyin’ on me while I’ve got my hand on my dick? Late at night when you’re s’posed to be asleep?”
Oh god. Bro knows about you peeking on him like a creeper, but the fact he knew and didn’t do anything to fucking stop you made desire go straight to your core.
You moan in response as he bucks his hips up into you and his hands are no longer guiding you to fuck him. You’re already bouncing on him harder without him making you. You can feel yourself already easing closer to your release, you want it bad. You want him bad.
“Fuck, Bro. Y-you knew?”
He smirks at you. It feels almost dangerous.
You’re rocking your hips into him, grinding, bouncing, desperate as you chase your own pleasure. “Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod-!”
“That’s right, puppet, cum on my cock like a good lil boy.”
You don’t expect the pet name to do it for you, but it does. You’re suddenly throwing your head back in ecstasy and covering your mouth as you slam your hips down into his lap, feeling yourself squirt all over him and your pussy squeeze around his dick rhythmically.
He groans a bit as he grabs your hips, making you start bouncing again as he fucks up into your overstimulated hole. You can’t help the gasping noises that get punched out of you with his punishing pace, and your hands desperately try to grip onto anything as you feel him cum deep inside you.
You let out a quiet sob as he finally eases up, stroking his thumbs over your hipbones. He’s panting as he watches you come down from the high, face flushed. You just fucked your brother in a public space where people could have seen you, oh god. What the fuck is wrong with you?
He lets his head fall back against the seat, letting it loll from left to right as he seemed to look around.
“Fuck. Good thing nobody saw.”
You can’t help the breathless, fucked giggle that escapes you. You wiggle your hips, getting a grunt out of him.
“You just used your little brother as a personal sperm bank.” You tease.
“I’m goin’ t’hell.” He responded, seeming to catch his breath a bit faster than you.
You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in closer, “I don’t think I’d mind doing it again back home.”
This close you can see his eyes through his shades and you notice them get a little wider as he raises his eyebrows.
“Apartment should be cooled down more by the time we get home…”
That didn’t sound like a no to you.