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Subject: I kissed my brother by mistake (4) Chapter 4: Swallow I wished that every morning were like this: my head comfortably perched on Rhett’s soft yet firm arm as his peaceful and handsome face snugly rested in front of mine. I only noticed now how long his lashes were. His mouth was ever so slightly opened as his light and mellow snores escaped from it. He looked incredibly handsome even when sleeping and I was reminded of how bad my situation with him was. I was falling. I was dangerously and exponentially developing feelings for my brother and it was everything that’s wrong with the world. My heart sank from the realization and I gently got up from the bed. I fixed myself a cereal for breakfast. I sat snugly on the sofa bed with a bowl on my hand, indulging myself as I watched the morning cartoon. I was watching but not really, thinking but of nothing in particular. I was finally woken up from my trance when my phone beeped. I looked at my lock screen to see that Xavier had sent me a text message. “Morning, Wyatt. What are you up to today?” “Morning, Xavier. I’m staying in today, unfortunately. Have to take care of Rhett, wbu?” “Ah that’s too bad. I was planning to take you out today 🙁 ” I replied with a sad emoji as I looked up at the television and sighed. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to get dressed and go out so I wasn’t too disappointed, but still, I kinda wanted to hang out with Xavier too. I killed time by cleaning the entire flat starting from the living room. I decluttered, swept, and wiped, nothing too exhausting, but it made me feel really better now that the space looked tidier and organized. I ordered lasagna for myself and some invigorating noodles for Rhett to hopefully cure his hangover. The food came not too long after, and I headed to the bedroom with Rhett’s noodles. I gently tapped his shoulders to wake him up, and he stirred then eventually sat up in response. His back was perched on the headboard as he rested his head slightly backwards. “Fuck… my head!” he whisper-yelled as his hand massaged his temples in a circular motion. “Rhett, you have to eat. Here, I bought you noodles.” I said as I picked the noodles up from the foot of his bed where I placed it. “I’ll help you eat.” “Thanks. What happened last night?” He said, barely opening his eyes to look at me. I suddenly felt nervous, gauging if he was pertaining to what I let happen on this very bed. “Uhh, your friend bought you back here. It seems that you had one too many drinks last night.” He shut his eyes and tried to recall what happened. “You have to eat so you can feel better, Rhett. Here, let me help you.” I sat beside him on the bed and held the bowl in front of him. He grabbed the fork and ate in a slow but regular interval, wincing every now and then and complaining about how bad his head pounded. Even in this state, Rhett is still so admirable and appealing. The plain white shirt tightly hugged his muscular chest down to his flat and fat-free stomach. I let my eyes venture further downwards until I saw the large tent he was sporting in his crotch. I was caught off guard that I didn’t notice that the soup had spilled into his shirt from the way I was holding the bowl. “Oh shit, Rhett, I’m sorry!” I quickly placed the bowl on the floor as I tried to wipe the stain off his shirt, albeit impractically as there was too much soup. “I’ll get you a clean shirt and towel, I’m so sorry, Rhett!” I said as I dashed to the bathroom and damped a face towel I pulled from the rack above the mirror. I fished out the first shirt I saw from his closet and I took to Rhett. “Rhett… C-can you take off your shirt?” I shyly asked. Our eyes met and I felt the all too familiar heat rise up to my cheeks. For a sliver of a second, I saw him smirk but he quickly covered it with a fake cough. Without a moment’s notice, he crossed his arms and hooked his fingers on the hem of his shirt, stripping it in a swift pull. A large portion of his chest area glistened with the spilled soup and I handed him the damp towel immediately. He looked at my hand for a while; I debated cleaning his chest myself but I decided against it so I just looked back with a puzzled face. He sighed defeatedly and reached for the towel, rubbing his chest in concentric circles. I handed him a white wife beater after he was done cleaning himself. He laid back comfortably and draped his comforter up to his neck and thanked me before quickly drifting off to sleep. It was around 7 PM when Rhett woke up and I basically spent the entire day playing games and reading. “Damn… dude, what time is it?” he asked as he got off from his bed and comically stretched in front of me. His flexed arm bulged in the atmosphere as his flat stomach showed from his stretches. The smooth patches of hair in his pits looked so enticing to bury my nose in right now. “Uh, it’s 10 minutes past 7. Are you feeling better now?” I asked. He sat beside me. “I think so, but I’m starving. Let’s order in?” he said as he began picking at his phone. “You only ate like six spoonfuls of soup today, so that explains why.” I chuckled. He stood up and hung his towel over his shoulder and went straight into the bathroom. The sound of the shower trickling down the floor filled the air as images of a naked Rhett inadvertently occupied my mind. I snapped out of my naughty imagination and focused on the game I was playing. Rhett got out after a while and headed straight to the bedroom to change with only a thin fabric of towel draped around his waist. I could see his figure from my peripheral vision. He sat beside me wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of undershorts as he flicked the remote of the TV on. We sat in silence for a while until he veered close into the game I was playing. “Wanna watch a movie tonight?” he asked casually. “Sure. Nothing scary though.” I replied. He chuckled. “So…” he paused as he rested his forearm on the back of my chair. “How are you liking college so far?” “It’s good, I’m having fun. I guess I’m keeping up with school so far, so it’s good.” I answered without looking at him, not when he’s inches away and practically naked like that. “That’s good…” he commented. “What about your, uhh, your boyfriend?” I instinctively looked at him, puzzled at his question. I thought he was cracking a joke or something but his expression was serious, as if he just asked the most normal question. “Uhh, I don’t have a boyfriend?” “Come on,” he said sarcastically. I reckoned he was pertaining to Xavier, seeing as he’s the last guy he saw me with that night. “Xavier and I are just friends, Rhett…” His expression turned cold. “But you like him?” I looked away. “I don’t know yet…” He was istanbul travesti about to say something when the food finally came. We mostly ate in silence as both of us were famished. I cleaned up as he set the sofa bed up for the movies. I took a brisk shower and changed into my night clothes as I joined Rhett in the sofa bed, a couple of pillows dividing us. The movie started but I couldn’t focus in the first few minutes because Rhett’s presence beside me was just too suffocating. He offered me chips in a bowl he was holding and I gladly took a handful. The movie was starting to get really interesting so I didn’t wanna look away when I reached for the bowl in his lap for a refill when I felt a soft but firm, flesh-like figure under my hands. My focus was entirely in the movie that I didn’t even realize the way I was squeezing whatever was under my hands out of curiosity. I was only able to stop when Rhett’s dick grew bigger and bigger under my hands, making me realize what I was holding and what I was doing. I snapped my head quickly to Rhett who was looking at me intently. I jerked my hand back so fast that I accidentally hit my chest with it. “O-Oh my god, Rhett… I’m so sorry! I thought it w–” I swallowed and shut my eyes hard. This might come off as a lame excuse but I told the truth anyway. “I meant to grab the chips… God, I’m sorry!” I panicked. The room was filled with awkward silence, only the muffled sound of the TV that I was sure nobody was paying attention to was present. I couldn’t take the embarrassment of what I did anymore that I decided to get up from the couch when Rhett held my hand down and pulled me back to the couch. He let go of my hand and broke our eye contact. He stared straight back at the movie. “I don’t mind…” he said. “If you want to…” he shifted on the couch awkwardly, clearly feeling uncomfortable. “You can, you know… touch it.” I was taken aback as I inwardly screamed. I couldn’t believe what he said and now my heart is pounding a million times a second. I must have forgotten to respond when he looked at me with a tad hint of panic in his eyes. He quickly turned his attention back on the TV as if my stares burned him in a way he didn’t want. “…only if you want to.” At that moment, I forgot about everything that wasn’t me and Rhett. I forgot that we were brothers as I was overwhelmingly swallowed by the intense lust that I felt for the fine gentleman sitting a few inches away from me on the other end of the couch. I threw the pillows between us to the floor and I scooted closer to Rhett as I glued my eyes on the TV. Slowly, I crept my hands from his firm thighs to the raging bulge in his crotch. The warm sensation tickled my hand in the best possible way. Rhett visibly tensed from the action from my peripheral vision. After a few seconds of just resting my hand on his hard-on, I started rubbing up and down his incredible length, picking up the pace by the minute. I felt and memorized every ripple, every vein of his still-covered cock. I still couldn’t completely wrap my head around what was happening right now. My attention was glued to the TV because I was afraid he would snap out of it if I looked at him but as I took a quick glance at him, he was watching the TV intently but his chest was evidently rising and falling rather rapidly. I tried wrapping my hand around the base of his dick but I failed miserably; it was just too thick and girthy which stirred my horniness to another level. I tightly held his base and worked my way up just right before reaching the head as if attempting to squeeze out his man juice. He let out small grunts whenever I squeezed just below his dickhead. He lifted himself off from the couch, and I expected him to stop me but he just peeled his undershorts off until it pooled on his ankles. His cock slapped his stomach with a loud thud. I was stunned for a good while by the sight of his beautiful big cock, admiring the swelling pink head and the girthy and veiny shaft. He cleared his throat, snapping me out of my reverie. I wrapped my hand around the base, shuddering from his firmness, his warmth, and incredible smoothness. I started slowly jerking and twisting my hand up and down his shaft, earning low groans from Rhett especially when I aggressively pressed my palms against the snout of his dick in circular motions. Rhett rested one of his arms on the backrest behind me and the other on the arm chair by his end of the couch. His head was thrown back, resting in the backrest too, as his eyes were completely shut from pleasure. I continued jerking him with one of my hands before pointing his dick towards the palm of my other hand. I pressed it hard and rubbed, which made Rhett buck his hips towards my palms more. His breath became more ragged. “Fuck! Don’t stop, Wy… Aahh.” His commanding and lewd voice snapped something inside of me that I uncontrollably wrapped both of my hands on his girthy shaft and pumped up and down hard as I saw red. The pace of his breathing audibly quickened as his moans and grunts began to sound more and more desperate. His hips spasmed repeatedly as his thighs visibly tensed. He was close. “Cumming… Aaahh shit, Wyatt, here I g— Aahhh” before he could release, I wrapped my lips around his cock, sheltering his entire dickhead when I felt it enlarge in my mouth. Ropes and ropes of thick cum were shot into my throat and palate. I diligently swallowed every last drop of it. It was thick and viscous, and it had a distinct taste to it that felt very… Rhett. I continued to gently pump his shaft up and down, not wanting to waste any drop of his manly essence and I licked off the trickles coming from his urethra. I pulled his dick out with a pop after a while to see him still looking at the television after all that. A few seconds later, he got off the couch even as the movie was still playing. “I’ll get ready for bed now.” he said as he headed straight to the bathroom. I closed my eyes and shortly relived what just happened. I could still feel the warmth of his dick in my hands, when I suddenly realized that there was no turning back for us now. We did something that no brother should have ever done, and there’s no way we can get back to how we were before. I assessed Rhett’s reaction, and I just knew that at this very moment, he was freaking out in the bathroom. I crouched on the couch and felt warm tears start pooling in my eyes. ——————— I woke up feeling lethargic, taking everything I have to even just sit up from my bed. I heard the quiet sound of the television as I slowly climbed down from the top bunk. I saw Rhett sipping coffee on the dining/study table as his eyes were kadıköy travesti on the TV, not bothering to even look at me as I went straight to the bathroom. My heart ached. I held back the threatening tears and collected myself as I washed up and brushed my teeth. I sat beside Rhett. He visibly tensed. “Rhett… I’m sorry.” He stared obsessively at his cup of coffee as he didn’t acknowledge me. “I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have done what I did last night.” I said. Sighing as he kept staring ahead. “Please say something, Rhett…” I felt a tear escape from my eyes and I swiftly wiped it off before Rhett could even notice. He finally faced me with a cold blank stare. “What we did was stupid. I was just horny and we did something stupid, alright? Let’s forget about it.” he spat. I was hurt. I didn’t know why, but I was. “No, I don’t want to just forget about it. I can’t!” Even I was shocked by the words that came out of my mouth. Rhett furrowed his eyebrows, but I kept talking as my emotions took over. “I– I know it’s fucked up,” our eyes met. “Rhett, but I–” I paused, not really sure how to express my feelings or if I should even express it in the first place. It’s one thing to give your brother a handjob, but telling him you love him is something different altogether. “Stop.” he said as he stood up and muttered some curses. He faced me from a distance. “Listen, Wyatt. I’m your brother, and brothers don’t do fucked up shit like what we did last night, so we will forget that it ever happened. Don’t ever bring it up, do you understand?” I shakily breathed and nodded my head. He headed for the door and left, and then tears flooded out of my eyes like a broken faucet. I sobbed for a while, thinking how fucked up our situation was. Rhett was right, though. I can’t ever have any romantic feelings for him because it’s just so twisted and disgusting. But what am I gonna do if I can’t help it? If every time I see him, I get reminded of how sweet and gorgeous he is? I let myself reflect as I laid on my bed, devoid of any sense of time. I finally recovered after a while and texted Johann. I asked if he was free and if he wanted to hang out since I didn’t wanna spend my entire Sunday sulking and wallowing in self-pity. We met outside of the building. My eyes are visibly sore from all the crying, but Johann was kind enough not to mention it. He drove me to the mall and we just ate, strolled around, and watched a movie. I wasn’t in the best mood, but he definitely made me feel better. Johann was so cool and sweet as he walked me back to the dorm in the afternoon. As the elevator doors swung open, he tensed when I pecked him swiftly on the lips and thanked him. I got in the elevator and saw his smug face smiling and waving me off. I managed to not think about Rhett too much, because deep down, I knew that what he said made sense. I was just thankful that as the week swiftly passed by, he didn’t blatantly ignore or shrugged me off like I expected he would. He tried to get our relationship back to how it was before, and I was grateful for that even if it looked forced. We would still eat together, and at one point, he even tagged me along with his friends on a brief night out. I was sprawled on the sofa, playing a game on my mobile phone as Rhett fixed his stuff and prepared for his weekend with Astrid and his parents. He looked so dashing in his Ralph Lauren polo shirt and a simple pair of shorts. His hair was effortlessly slicked back. He said goodbye as he went out the door. I got up and headed to the bathroom when I got tired of playing. I took a brisk and refreshing morning shower before heading out, not bothering to put on some clothes since I would be alone in the room for the entire weekend so I sat on the chair by the table on my bare butt. I flicked on the button of the remote and started Netflix, browsing for what seemed like forever until I found something I wanted to watch. I watched for a while as I balanced myself on one leg of the chair that I was sitting on. My heart skipped a beat when I went out of balance and fell butt first on the cold tile on the ground. I made a mental note to stop being stupid. I was on my stomach against the cold floor, and was about to get up when I heard the door swing open hard. My bare ass was openly exposed in the air doggy style as I looked over at who was by the door. Rhett’s eyes were wide open as he stared at my bare ass, unbudging. I froze in my spot, as I thought about the wrong ideas he probably had going on right now. I finally picked myself up and desperately covered my ass with my hands. Rhett was still dumbfounded and glued to the doorway, still staring at my now covered ass. I couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his crotch, and so I dashed quickly to the bedroom and slid the door to a close. I put on a pair of undershorts and a shirt and I dreaded coming back into the living room. I just wanted to dig a deep hole and crawl on it. I eventually had to go back because I left both my laptop and my phone there and I couldn’t just stay here and fold my clothes or something. I begrudgingly sat back on the chair by the table as Rhett sat comfortably on the sofa bed, his stuff now sitting on the floor beside the couch. “I’m sorry, Rhett, I thought you wouldn’t be back until Sunday night and I– ‘ I paused, gulping and dreading having to explain. “I fell on the chair, that’s why I was like that when you came in…” I explained, finally looking at him at the end of my sentence. He was smirking. “No need to explain.” he chuckled. “Sorry I didn’t knock first.” “No, this is your room as much as it’s mine, it’s really my fault.” I said. “Anyway, why are you back so early?” I dared to ask. Rhett’s face looked disgruntled by my question. “Astrid and I got into a stupid fight. She got mad and left without me.” “Shit, I’m sorry about that…” I said. “It’s alright, I’m not exactly in the mood to deal with her pretentious parents anyway. In a way, I’m kind of glad.” he chuckled. I felt kind of hungry so I opened the fridge and bent down to take some snickers from the bottom chiller. “Want some chocolate, Rhett?” I asked. I looked over to my unresponsive brother when I caught him staring at my ass, subtly hiding his boner with his forearm but failing miserably. Our eyes locked and he snapped his head away immediately. I suddenly felt a surge of intense lust and aggression inside me as I sat on the opposite side of the couch. “Looks like Astrid left someone with blue balls.” I slyly said while staring at his tented crotch. I didn’t know how I expected him to react, but when he ignored me and stared at the floor instead, I went back to the table and got bakırköy travesti back to thoughtlessly scrolling through my facebook timeline. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. “Wyatt, come help me find my keys, I think it slid under the couch.” I got up and was about to help him when I saw him still sitting on the couch, pretending to look for his keys in the tight spots of the couch with his one hand and covering his obvious boner with the other. I had my doubts, but I still ducked down to look for his keys. I levelled my head with the floor and swept the length of the couch until I was directly in front of Rhett, his leg slightly brushing my arm. “I don’t think it’s here, Rhe–” I looked back up in shock as Rhett held and gently tugged on his naked and erect cock, looking at me expectantly as I knelt in front of him. I swallowed a lump in my throat and my heart went back to beating a million times a minute. He cupped the back of my neck and forcefully pulled me to his crotch. The electrocuting warmth of his dickhead as he aggressively rubbed it all over my face drove me wild. I placed both my hands on either of his thighs for support as he indulged himself in smearing his precum on my cheeks. His eyes were totally filled with lust as he looked down at my submissive position. I wrapped my hand above the base of his cock as I stuck my tongue out and slid them across the length of his warm and smooth shaft stopping at the spot just below the slit of his dickhead. Rhett tasted slightly salty and I was already addicted. I planted wet and inwardly sucking kisses from the spot where his shaft met his balls and worked my way up, making sure that I covered every single spot of his throbbing dick. I looked at Rhett. He alternately looked at me and threw his head back against the backrest, occasionally shutting his eyes hard from pleasure. He grunted softly as I rubbed my lips on the side of his shaft. His cockhead swelled as precum oozed out. I licked it clean, and he shuddered at the contact. I knew perfectly well how sensitive his head was but I wanted to tease him a little. I wrapped both of my hands around the base of his cock and I directed it against my mouth. He expectantly looked at me, getting visibly impatient as I slowly opened my mouth. “Come on, Wyatt, stop teasing me like this…” he desperately said. As if on cue, I breathed hard against his head, driving Rhett crazy as he bucked his hips forward, attempting to connect his member to my teasing lips. I was suddenly made aware of the very lewd thing we were doing but right now, but the consequences were at the last of my worries. I stuck out my tongue and licked the oozing precum off his slit. Rhett’s expression was so vulgar that I couldn’t stop myself any longer as I wrapped my soft lips around the tip of his cock, delving deeper gradually until his whole head was in my mouth. Rhett grunted in a low baritone. I still couldn’t believe that I had Rhett’s cock inside my mouth. I was so thick that I practically had to open my mouth as wide as I could to get him in. I let my tongue rub the spot below his head in repeated pushing and pulling motions, then I swirled my tongue around his sensitive head. Rhett threw his head back as he rested his hand on the back of my neck. His moans were music to my ears as I cleaned his head spotless with my talented tongue. “Aahh fuuuck… damn Wy… where’d you learn to do that?” I chuckled. I started diving down and taking more of his cock in until my lips reached midway. His head was now touching the back of my throat, but I ventured deeper and deeper as I looked submissively at Rhett, whose mouth was slightly agape. I focused because taking his whole cock in was no easy feat, so I beamed with pride when the tip of my nose kissed his lower stomach as I felt his fat dick throb and spasm in my throat. He placed both his hands at the back of my neck and pulled me impossibly closer against his crotch, rewarding me with his moans in the process. I stayed like that for a while, letting my throat get accustomed to his thickness before pulling out and mentally commending myself for taking in his huge member. I took him in once more until half of his cock was in. I started bobbing my head up and down, twisting and sucking hard as my hands jerked the lower half of his cock. Rhett was now moaning uncontrollably as his legs straddled my back, capturing me and pulling me closer to him. I kept at it for a while, tightly wrapping my lips around his circumference as I pulled and sucked passionately. He grabbed both my wrists and threw it at my back gently. He then placed his hands back on my nape as he forced me to take his whole cock in again. “No hands allowed.” he commanded. He was now lodging and pulling his dick in the deepest parts of my throat as I gagged but he didn’t seem to care. He was overtaken by lust as he forcefully fed me his cock, regularly trickling pre-cum into the back of my throat. I kept sucking his cock religiously, twisting my head while seductively looking at Rhett, pausing every now and then to pull out and aggressively swirl my tongue around his flaring dickhead. He seemed to particularly like that trick as his thigh would tense and he would uncontrollably buck his hip forwards from the sensation. I kept bobbing my head up and down when he stopped me and caught me by both of my cheeks with his hands. “Holy shit, Wyatt! Stop for a while, I don’t wanna cum yet.” I pulled out rapidly, smirking as Wyatt grunted and bucked his hips forwards reflexively. Thinking of the effect I had on him drove me crazy. His eyes were tightly shut as his chest rose and fell heavily, as if in desperation to suppress his climax. After quite a while, our eyes locked and he gave me a reassuring nod. Without a moment’s notice, I took his dick back in my mouth, sighing in relief as he perfectly filled the void in my mouth. I let my hands explore his thighs as it travelled upwards to his flat stomach, then to his meaty and muscular chest. I flicked his aroused nipples with my fingers as I passionately sucked and sucked as if my life depended on it. Not too long after, Rhett aggressively pressed my head against his crotch as I felt his leg tense wildly, his hip thrusting forwards for the last time. “A–aaahh, fuuuuck… Cumming!” Thick splurges of cum started shooting down my throat straight to my stomach. I diligently swallowed every drop. I kept his cock lodged deep in my throat for a while as I let Rhett recover from the high. I half expected him to freak out and storm out but he smirked when our eyes met, ruffling my hair playfully as I pulled his dick out of my mouth with a pop. I excused myself in the bathroom and found myself giddily smiling against my reflection. —————– I hope you enjoyed this steamy chapter! Please let me know what you think through my email 🙂 Cheers! If you have any comments, suggestions, or feedback, please do email me at: ail

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