Chapter 7

I noticed that Dean was still hard, and I remembered wondering earlier what he tasted like. I proceeded to lick and suck a line down his torso until I reached his groin. I curled my tongue around the head of his cock and slid the tip in and out of his slit. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could without choking and gently ran my teeth up and down his length. I used one hand to grasp the base of his cock and the other to scratch lightly at his scrotum.

It had been a long time since I'd last given anyone head, and it wasn't something I'd done often even back then. But judging from the hands clenching in my hair and the eager noises I was hearing, the other man was more than happy with the results. After a couple minutes of sucking and fondling though, he pulled my head away.

"What's the matter? Am I not doing it right?" I looked up at him anxiously.

"No, Sammy, you're awesome. I just don't wanna cum like this—wanna cum with you inside me."

"Oh. Oh!" I flushed, suddenly feeling flustered.

My big brother of course noticed immediately. He pulled me up until we were facing each other. "What's the matter, little brother? Never done this before?"

I nodded. "I experimented with a few guys in college, before Jess, but nothing more than hand jobs and blowjobs. I know what to do in theory, but not so much in actual practice."

"No guys since then? How come?"

"'Cause all the men I went out with looked like you! It would've been hard to keep how I felt secret if I did that with you around." I felt even more embarrassed. "And 'cause I realized that they were just substitutes for the real thing, and I wasn't satisfied with that anymore."

"It's okay, dude. I know all this is hard to resist." Dean put on his smarmiest grin and waggled his eyebrows.

I laughed. "Shut up, you idiot!"

"That's better!" He kissed me. "Just relax, enjoy yourself, and it'll all work out. This shit ain't rocket surgery. You've been doing more than fine so far." He kissed me again.

We kissed for a few minutes, slowly at first and then with more and more heat. Dean ran his hands along my ribs and down my abs. As they went below my navel, I grabbed them and pressed them into the pillow above his head.

"Keep your hands there," I told him.

He smirked. "Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that."

I kissed him hard to shut him up. I slid my hand down to his cock and stroked it a few times. I then reached behind his balls and rubbed along his perineum. I ran my fingers around the pucker of his entrance until he made a pleased noise. I pushed gently against the opening, intending to insert the tip of my finger just a little bit before getting the lube. To my surprise, I felt moisture there already.

"Did you lube yourself up earlier?" I asked.

"Not exactly. It's a trick I figured out after my first coupla times with a guy. Assholes don't get wet like pussies, and they tear easier, so I make a small, uh, adjustment down there when I'm getting ready. Makes for a more enjoyable experience for everyone, and I don't need much prep either," Dean stated proudly. "Normally I gotta keep the change subtle with other guys, but I don't hafta worry about that anymore."

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled. My thoughts were lost momentarily in the possibilities of what other changes he could make, until he wriggled insistently against my fingers. "Oh, sorry!"

I pushed my finger in the rest of the way, past the outer ring of muscle and into my brother's snug, wet heat. I slid it in and out, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. Seeing his eyelids at half-mast in pleasure, I added a second finger and scissored them open and shut. The muscles of his passage stretched easily enough, so I began to feel around on his inner walls. His pelvis jerked as I found the right spot, and his cock gave off a spurt of pre-cum.

"Oh yeah, right there, Sammy!" he gasped.

My response was to continue to rub against his prostate and to lean down and lick at the clear fluid seeping from the head of his cock. His hips began to rock in sync with my fingers. I swiftly inserted a third, and he whined deep in his throat.

"Sonofabitch! Fuck, baby boy, keep that up and I ain't gonna last long," he panted. His eyes were screwed shut, his freckled cheeks flushed, and his hands fisted tightly in the pillow.

The sight of my big brother coming undone under my ministrations went straight to my own cock, and I had to grasp the base with my free hand to stay in control. I withdrew my fingers from his body and wiped them on the bedsheet.

"Should I get a condom, Dee?"

He shook his head. "I can't catch anything from regular people, so there's no risk of you getting something from me. Now hurry up and fucking get in here!" Green eyes opened and looked at me challengingly.

I leaned down and kissed him. "Of course you'd be a pushy bottom!"

Dean pushed himself up on the pillows and spread his legs wide in answer, giving me a clear view of his hole, pink and damp and waiting. I moved up between his knees and lined my cock up with his entrance. I pushed in slowly, groaning slightly as his firm inner muscles relaxed around me. I kept pressing forward until I was fully seated, the curls of my pubic hair brushing against his ass. He felt amazing inside—moist and silky like a woman, but so much tighter and hotter. It was different than anything I'd experienced, and yet it somehow felt like coming home.

"Oh God, Dean, you feel incredible! Are—are you alright?"

"Not my first rodeo, kiddo. Though you're definitely the biggest bronco I've ridden!" He grinned at me lasciviously and squeezed lightly around my cock. "Keep going!"

I began moving slowly, shifting my aim with each stroke until his gasp indicated that I'd found his prostate. My thrusts picked up speed at that point, rubbing against his sweet spot with each pass. He wrapped his legs around my waist, rolling his hips and clenching his inner walls in time with my movement. I growled, dug my hands into his asscheeks, and pounded into my brother harder.

If I hadn't climaxed twice already, I would have exploded by now. As it was, I kept plunging into him, listening to his cries increase in intensity and frequency. I reveled in the sensation of gliding in and out of his slick channel, of his warmth and strength surrounding my cock, and of his hips rising up to meet my thrusts. His cock bobbed between us, proudly erect and leaking pre-ejaculate onto his taut stomach.

I leaned down to kiss him, and his member rubbed between our abdomens. This additional bit of friction was apparently enough to send Dean over the edge. His back arched and his inner muscles clamped down around me as his cum streaked both our bellies. I rode out the wave of his orgasm, smothering his shout with my mouth as I continued to thrust. I managed a few more strokes before being overwhelmed by a rush of pleasure. My hips stuttered and I yelled something, maybe his name, as I pulsed deep inside him.

I rested on my elbows above him, both of us panting and shaking. Once I caught my breath, I said, "I love you, Dee."

"I know." He pulled my head down for a long, passionate kiss.

I carefully pulled out, with a disgruntled noise from my brother as my softened member left his body. I rolled over, reached down, and managed to grab the damp washcloth he had dropped earlier. I quickly cleaned our mingled fluids off my stomach and cock.

I leaned over to do the same for him and paused. "Dude, are you—are you purring?"

He looked startled and then self-conscious. "I dunno? Maybe? Shut up!" He grabbed the cloth and wiped himself off hurriedly before flopping back on the pillows. "Gotta say though, little brother, that you've got no cause for performance anxiety. This was the best I've had in . . . well, ever!"

I laid down beside him and tugged at him until his head was resting on my shoulder, his chest—he was definitely purring—vibrating against mine. "I'm glad. That's a pretty big compliment coming from someone of your experience! You're not sore, are you? I know I got pretty . . . um, vigorous there." I scanned anxiously down his body for bruising.

Dean stretched luxuriantly, and the purr got louder. "Mmm, that's one way to describe it. Don't worry, Sammy, I'm real good! How 'bout you?"

"I'm not sure I've got the words to describe how I feel. I've been dreaming about this for so long, about being with you, about you feeling the same as I do. Now that it's actually happening . . . I keep expecting to wake up or something, you know?" I touched the faint line on his throat from where I cut him earlier. "I still can't believe how close I came to ruining everything."

He pulled my fingers away from his neck and folded them over. "You gotta stop beating yourself up about this, kiddo. With all the shit that's been dumped on you lately, it ain't a big surprise that this pushed you over the edge for a while. And it takes two to tango. I shoulda figured out some way to tell you before this. So just let it go." He pressed a kiss onto my knuckles.

"You're too good to me," I murmured as I wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Yeah? Well, you can show your appreciation later with pie. Lots and lots of pie! And none of that dollar menu crap either—I'm talking good, old-fashioned diner pie!"

Dean waited until I finished laughing before continuing. "Seriously though, I can't remember the last time I felt this happy. And not just because of the mind-blowing sex! Maybe there is something to this soulmate crap."

"You're such a romantic," I said drily.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don't harsh my afterglow, bitch! Anyways, the past few hours have been pretty wild, man—going from having to hide that I'm a monster to this. Today sure started out shitty, but I can't complain about the end result." He yawned.

"I hope not, jerk! And you're my monster now. My gorgeous, amazing monster." I embraced my brother tightly as we both fell asleep.