“Because I’m not a fucking prude, and I don’t care. The question is, why are you freaking out? It was just a couple of blowjobs, okay? It was a good time. It felt amazing. I liked it. Why should I feel bad about it? Because it’s ‘not socially acceptable’?” He put air quotes around the last three words and made his voice deep and professor-like in quality. “Give me a break, Den. Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy my mouth on your cock? Because I’m gonna counter that argument and remind you how you moaned like a slut and begged me to keep going. I’m gonna remind you how fucking hard you came and the death-grip you had on my hair, ensuring I took every ounce of your cum down my throat.” Harley shuddered and grabbed himself again, giving his dick a squeeze.
My whole body was on fire. A traitorous throb and tingle erupted in my cock at the memories. I was halfway to hard and doing all I could to ignore it—unlike Harley.
My brother’s complete disregard for morals and ethics shouldn’t have surprised me. This was him. He bent the rules and protested things he found ridiculous. He lived in the moment, partied like it was his last day on earth, and had no regrets.
I wished I had an ounce of his carefree lifestyle. Our parents had never been able to tame him. Since the day he’d started high school, Harley had marched to the beat of his own drum. They’d spent years deflecting and defending Harley to teachers and principals. There was a time I was sure they were convinced he would never graduate high school. Somehow, to everyone’s surprise, he had.
When they’d shipped him off to college, I was asked to keep an eye on him. Deep down, my parents knew there was little to be done for their wild child. They just hoped and prayed he walked away with a degree of some kind and didn’t leave them with massive debt and nothing to show for it. I’m sure they also hoped he wouldn’t wind up in jail.
Harley patted my face, tearing me from my inner turmoil. “Did I break you? Hello?”
I shoved his hand away, and he laughed. “Stop it. I’m serious. What we did wasn’t okay. You can’t just shrug it off.”
Harley made a point of doing just that. He overexaggerated a shrug. “Look, I believe I just did. Want me to do it again?” He brought his shoulders to his ears in slow-motion and dropped them with a heavy sigh. “Me, shrugging it off. Man, you are so uptight sometimes. Even a night of multiple orgasms didn’t fix that, huh? It’s a shame. Do you need to go again?” He stared at the swell I was trying to hide in my jeans and licked his lips.
If my face grew any hotter, I would burst into flames. I covered my erection. “No, I don’t want to go again! Jesus. How can you say that?”
Harley rolled his eyes and fell onto his bed. On his back, he made a show of rubbing himself through his joggers. “Whatever. I could go again. Like I said, it’s no big deal. Just some extracurricular fun. Scratching an itch, you know. God, I need to come. All this talk of blowjobs and orgasms has me horny. Look.” He tugged his joggers down and hooked them under his balls, displaying his cock. He was hard—rock-hard—and exposed.
And holy shit, what was happening?
A surge of pleasure zipped through me. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.
Harley took himself in hand and stroked, long lazy pulls, a cocky smirk on his face as he watched me.
I couldn’t move. This was shock, right? I was in shock from all that had taken place, and now my brother was jerking himself off while I stood in the same room as him. Worse. My brother was pleasuring himself because he was turned on by what had happened between us.
“Are you insane?” I hissed when I found my voice. I darted my gaze to the door, anticipating his roommate’s return because that was the kind of thing that was bound to happen. “Are you going to fucking jerk off in front of me? What the hell is the matter with you?”
“I told you. I’m horny. I don’t want to do this by myself. I’d much prefer you helped me out. I have these fuzzy, drunken memories of your mouth on me, and I’d sure like to feel that again. Blowjobs trump masturbation any day of the week, and your mouth was a fucking dream.”
“Blowjobs with your brother?” My voice squeaked, eyes widening.
Harley grinned. “How fucking hot is that, right? Illegal and socially unacceptable. Two of my most favorite things in the world. This is right up my alley, Den. Quit overthinking and get over here. I’ll return the favor. I know you loved it. Remember?” He made an exaggerated display of licking his lips.
I felt hot all over, and my heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. With my jaw unhinged, all I could do was stare at Harley in horror.
His smoky gray eyes never left my face as he picked up the pace, shoving his joggers down farther with his other hand so they were out of the way. “Fuck, it’s just as hot with you watching me. Stand there and freak out all you want, but it’s turning you on, Den. I can see your fucking hard-on from here. If you don’t wanna suck me, then join me in a yank, eh? Come on. Don’t be a prude.”
He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed a minute as he arched his hips and squeezed his length, juicing a drop of precum to the tip. It trickled down and gathered around his moving hand, followed by a second bead of precum and a third.
My dick throbbed, and I bit my lip.
“Stop overthinking. I’m okay with it. It doesn’t weird me out. Join me, or don’t.”
He sped up, his breath coming in short gasping pants. More precum gathered and ran in rivulets down his shaft. He smeared it over his length, using it as lube, and sped up.
My hand moved of its own volition to the swell in my jeans. The ache was almost unbearable. I needed to relieve pressure or stop the sensations somehow.
Harley squeezed his eyes closed. “Oh god. It’s gonna happen, Den. I’m so close. Come on. Are you just gonna stand there? Shit…. Oh shit… Den… Den… Suck me, Den. I’m begging you. Let me feel that hot mouth one more time.”
I was moving before I knew what I was doing, kneeling between his spread thighs.
He squeezed his base, starving the impending orgasm as he peered at me in anticipation.
I didn’t think—because I couldn’t anymore—and took him down my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking for all it was worth. I loved sucking cock, and being on my knees for Harley the previous night had been the most exhilarating experience of my life.
He finished on my second pass up and down his shaft.
Harley cried out, an ear-splitting roar. The pleasure of it ripped his voice to shreds. Endless pulses of cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed around him again and again. He fisted my hair, keeping me in place as his orgasm destroyed him before slowly putting him back together. Only after the final shudder rocked through his body did he pull me off.
I glanced up, meeting his eyes. With his hand still on the back of my head, he drew me toward him as he lifted off the pillow. His tongue was in my mouth, licking up all the remains of his orgasm, delving deeper as though he wanted to prove something.
I surrendered, kissing him back, plunging deeper and groaning my pleasure.
Then he unzipped my jeans. Harley jerked me hard and fast while he ate at my mouth, biting, sucking, kissing. It was heady and raw and divine.
In no time, I was coming, crying out. He swallowed my pleasured moans and took me through each wave until I landed back on earth.