Ever since Wade, my brother, graduated college, we've been living together in our apartment to save on rent. Even though he's just a year younger than me, he's more built than I am. He's an inch taller than I am, and--whereas my frame is rather lean--he looks like a typical jock. Our parents may not have had a favorite, but our genetics definitely did.
I'd gotten used to it by now. Whenever I'd bring home a boy, I knew they would check Wade out if he happened to be home. It never bothered me, though; my brother isn't interested in men.
Lately, I'd been seeing Luke, an Asian boy. Also a recent college grad, Luke is more of a twunk. He's a perfectly nice guy, but I'm more interested in him below the waist. At five-foot-five with a firm runner's butt, Luke is every bit the ideal submissive bottom.
Sometimes, Luke ends up sleeping overnight with me. It usually happens when it's late at night and he's too worn out by our sex to head back home. He's met Wade, of course, but their interactions were always minimal at best. I guess that's why I was so surprised when I caught Luke cheating on me with him.
Last weekend, Luke had decided to spend the night in my bed. I'm usually a deep sleeper, but I woke in the middle of the night because I needed to take a leak. After I finished, I stumbled back to my bed, still half-asleep, before noticing that Luke wasn't there anymore.
Whatever. "I guess he decided to go home," I thought to myself. I was too tired to care. I laid back down and was about to close my eyes when I thought I heard something.
It was a sort of bumping noise, but then it was gone. Maybe I had imagined it. Maybe it came from one of the neighboring apartments. Then--
There it was again. Bump, bump, bump. It was almost rhythmic. Actually, it was kind of distracting. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I also wanted to know. Against my better judgment, I got out of bed and went to find out.
Wade's bedroom is on the other side of the apartment, but the sound seemed to be coming from that direction. His door was shut. I quietly moved closer to it so as to not disturb him. Bump, bump, bump. The sound was definitely coming from his room.
I rolled my eyes. Wade was probably fucking some girl he'd evidently brought home. I started to head back to my own bedroom.
"...that's a good boy..."
Wade's voice was coming through the door. But--did I hear correctly? Did he say boy? A sinking feeling began to bubble up within me.
I was petrified. I wanted--no, needed--to know.
Wade's voice was low, and I needed to hear what he was saying. I crept closer.
"...there you go, get all of it inside. That's a good boy," I heard Wade say. Since I couldn't see what was happening, my imagination started going wild. Was my brother really about to fuck a guy?
"Oh, fuck," the other person moaned.
Suddenly, I was fully alert. I knew that voice.
"Be a good boy, take all of my cock," Wade instructed.
"Yes, Daddy."
It was unmistakable. That was Luke's voice.
Bump, bump, bump. The rhythmic sound was back--it was the sound of skin against skin.
Luke, my Luke, was in there, being used by my brother.
I never thought this would happen to me. I felt so conflicted.
Bump, bump, bump. The sound of my brother fucking Luke got louder. Evidently, he was fucking him--hard.
"It's bigger than my brother's, right?" I heard Wade ask.
"Yeah," Luke said as he gasped, "it's so big."
In between pumps, I heard a loud slap. Wade had probably slapped Luke's cute bubble butt. Luke was crying out, in pain, in pleasure, or both.
The sinking feeling spread throughout me. I felt like I might collapse.
"I know you've been checking me out," Wade was growling, his voice low. "Don't think I never caught you staring at me. You've been wanting this, haven't you?"
"Yes, Daddy, I want you so bad."
"All this time, you've been wanting me to fuck you, right?"
"Yes, yes, I have," Luke babbled. It was obvious--Luke was in heaven, and he would go along with whatever Wade wanted.
"Fuck," Wade said. "This is some good fucking pussy."
I imagined Luke was face down, and Wade was on top of him, pounding him into the mattress. Luke, my perfect bottom, was giving himself to my brother.
From what I could hear, Luke was totally incoherent. I'd never heard him like this before. His moaning was nonstop as my brother fucked him.
I couldn't help it--I was so fucking hard. I reached down to grip my own hard-on. There, In the middle of the night, outside my brother's bedroom door, I stood and stroked myself to the sounds of my brother fucking Luke.
Wade's breathing became more labored. His fucking became more intense, and Luke's cries became louder. Intuitively, I knew: my brother was about to cum.
"Take it," Wade was telling Luke. "Be a good slut and take my load."
Luke could only moan in response.
I felt it before I heard it. I felt Wade's thrusting build up to its crescendo, and I felt it crest before I heard him let out a low groan as he emptied himself into Luke.
Luke, ever the perfect bottom, cried out as he was inseminated. I imagined him arching his back as he would with me, allowing the cock to penetrate him fully and unload within his deepest depths.
In the darkness, I stood there and listened to my brother breed Luke.