My Brother: My Cumdump

How I turned my brother into my cumdump.

When my parents split up, my mother moved us a long way from my father, and the town we’d grown up in. I lost a lot at that point – the home I grew up in, the countryside I loved, the neighbour boy who I forced to give me head.

We moved from suburbia to an old farmhouse deep in the country. My mother drank, presumably to forget. She told me I needed to be the responsible one, and wake my brother up for school, and take him out on walks, swimming trips. He was 11, and I was 13.

It was a drag, and I hated it. I’d lost the sweet lips of my last cocksucker, and didn’t know anyone in this place at all.

I first started thinking of my brother while we were swimming. He wore the tightest little speedo, and I realised he was actually quite hot. He had a cute little package, a sweet ass, and an adorable crooked smile. His hair was a pale brown, bordering on blond.

I started roughhousing with him more in the publlic swimming pool, but what with lifeguards and relatives, I couldn’t do much more than rubbing.

Then one day, I went to wake him up for school, and found that he’d thrown off his covers in the night. His briefs were tented out with morning wood, and my cock rose in a matching salute. I decided I couldn’t go without sex any more.

Letting my hardon out of my boxers, I advanced on his sleeping form. I rested the head of my cock on his cheek as I listened to his breathing. Then I pushed my cock into his mouth. The feeling of warmth, of wetness, of hot hole,, was amazing. His breathing turned to a choking as I forced myself deep holding his head firm as i fucked his face.

I didn’t last long before I unloaded into his mouth, pulling out, and looking down on him. “If you’re going to make me wake you up every morning, you’re gonna make it worth my while. Every morning I have to wake you, you’ll take my load.”

And I was true to my word. He was never a morning person. So I’d go into his room, and feed him my cock to wake him up. He didn’t like it, and he complained to me, but I told him that the more upset he made my mum, the more she’d drink. So he never told her.

He thought about it, and after about three months of my raping his throat every morning, he decided to make a stand, and use his teeth to teach me a lesson…

I counter reasoned that his ass didn’t have any teeth to worry about, and when I first raped his ass, we moved to a new chapter in our long relationship.

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