Surprise From Big Brother 4

Surprise From Big Brother 4

I had just made the realization that even stretched by the sizeable dildo, I was still in for a rough ride by Ryan. My nerves got the better of me and my mind raced with thought; should-I-do-this?-he’s-my-brother!-what’s-wrong-with-me?-will-it-hurt?-I-hope-it-does.-I-can’t-do-this.

Before I went completely insane, Ryan shouted down the hall. “You can’t have blown that bigga load! What’s takin’ you so long to clean up?”

“Nothing, uh, I’ll be right there.” I felt proud that I managed to keep most of my anxiety from my voice, considering I wasn’t even sure I could stand up without my legs giving out.

“Then move your tight little ass in here, before I’m too old to get my prick up!”

I could only roll my eyes at my brother’s language. He’d always been that way as long as I could remember. One time, when I was around 11 or so, he’d dropped a pipe wrench on his foot, and let slip a string of particularly offensive words in front of my father. To my surprise, my dad just laughed, and told Ryan he handled tools like a woman and informed him that the object he had just been injured by was called a w-r-e-n-t-c-h.

I always found his swearing extremely attractive, not that I knew what attractive even meant back then.

I finally found the courage to stand up, only a little sore from my prior engagement. I walked the short way down the hall in an odd, tight-legged way that lessened the throbbing in my ass. Of course as I entered Ryan’s room and he saw me, he burst out laughing in that cute, doubled-over way of his. “You are too fuckin’ adorable, ya know that? Should I just call for a wheelchair now, or wait ’til after cripple ya?”

“Ha ha. Doesn’t look like you’ll be crippling anyone with that,” I said, giving his chubby a few rough tugs on my way to the bed.

“Well, I guess we’ll see, baby bro. I can take a looong time if I put my mind to it. We might as well make your first fuck one to remember.” He gave me a wink as I settled on his stack of pillows, a newly pulsing hard-on bobbing between my legs. He playfully strutted over to the bed, all hyper-masculine show-off and swinging chubby between his dusted hairy thighs. He knelt with on knee on the bed and reached over me to the nightstand, his warm tube brushing across my stomach, the thick hair around it tickling as he pulled back with wallet in hand, opening it for one its many condoms.

My hand immediately shot out, landing on his. “Um, Ry, I mean,” I stammered trying to keep my gaze locked on his forest green eyes, “You’re clean right? And, well, so am I, obviously…. I just, I don’t know. I want my fist time to be all it can be.”

He didn’t seem to get what I was saying right off, so I pulled the wallet gently from his big paw, and dropped it over the side of the bed. He understood that. I even think I saw a twinkle in one soft eye. Thinking back, there must have been few, if any, times he’d even considered going bare, especially since, in his own words, he fucked “wherever and with whoever” he wanted.