Tried to sleep on the couch last night and couldn't, so I went back to big brother's room,,,
Even at 3 AM, he's pounding energy drinks, eyes glued to his TV screen, jabbing at his controller. A lazy trail of smoke floats up from the empty can he's using as an ashtray. He doesn't even notice me when I come in - not until I crawl up in bed with him like a needy dog, rest my head on his thigh...
"Can I help you, li'l bro?" he asks, not looking away from his game.
"Can't sleep," I mumble into his leg. "I just wanted to be near you..."
"You can be near me somewhere else, y'know," my big brother says with an annoyed sigh. He tries half-heartedly to push me aside, but I won't budge - big bro is mine, after all - and gives up quick. "Whatever, fine, you can stay if you want. Just don't mess up my game, got it?"
I nod against his thigh and lie down properly. Lie among his sheets that smell like him, against his warmth. Let my hand come to rest on his leg... He makes a little noise at that, a sweet one I like. "Hey, c'mon," big bro sighs. "You're distractin' me."
"Oh, noooo...~" I murmur back. He sucks in a little breath as I trace my fingertips along his inner thigh - he's still avoiding eye contact with me, and it's pissing me off. "I'm so sorry... Am I bothering you, big brother~?"
"A lot, actually." He growls it a little, but I can see that little muscle in his cheek twitch - the way it always does when big bro's trying not to smile. Finally - god, finally - he looks down at me, eyes half-glowing in the light of the screen. My stomach knots up tight with excitement. "Tell you what. Let me just finish this round and I'll fuck you to sleep, alright?"
I narrow my eyes a little at him, smile so he knows that's not good enough. "You'll fuck me right here and now, or not at all."
Big bro raises an eyebrow. I can tell he's fighting the urge to either smack me or pin me down - but instead he grabs the controller, throws it across the room, and turns onto all fours like he's about to pounce on me. I squeal with delight and try to roll off the bed, get out of his grasp, but he's so fast, so fucking strong,,, Both arms snake around me, dragging me into the heat of his lap, his hands circling my wrists and pinning them behind my back...
"Lemme go," I laugh, squirming. "Lemme go... C'mon, you're hurting me...~"
"Oh, no, you don't... Don't play innocent now, baby," big bro purrs into my ear. I'm already melting as he slides his free hand down my waist, into my underwear... Past the point of no return, where any good big brother would stop - and yet he keeps going, fingers teasing me open...
"You wanted me?" my big brother whispers, biting my earlobe. "You got me <3"
Big Bro pulling Little Bro into the kitchen while everyone else is distracted.
"I'm sorry. I just gotta." Is all he says before bending his baby brother over the counter and pulling his shorts down just enough to expose his ass.
Little Bro tries to fight but his brother is grinding against him. He can't think as the tip of his brother's cock pokes the entrance of his hole. His big brother's hand clenches around his neck. He can't breathe with such rough treamment. He can't think with his hole stretching.
"I'll be fast. Please, oh please, just let me. I'll be quick, please." Big Brother is so pent up. He usually just takes what he wants. The difference in his behavior makes Little Bro's head spin.
"Hurry then." Little Bro whispers as he reaches around to rub his Big Brother's cock. "Cum in me quick, please."
“Little love” “my dove” “puppy” “pretty boy” “doll” “babydoll”
My legs are spread so so wide you don’t understand guys
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1. Information For The Female To Male Cross Dresser And Transsexual, 3rd Edition
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3. From Female to Male: The Life of Jack Bee Garland
If a hot trans person called me a fucking faggot i think i would cum immediately and pass out
I wanna get so high I don't notice him sliding it inside
the masculine urge to suck on a fat cock till your jaw hurts
forcemasc but not in the gym bro way. you don’t have to be strong and dominant to be a man— what are you, fucking sexist? nah, nah. you don’t get to call yourself a girl just cause you’re not strong, not rough, not unfeeling. obedience doesn’t make you a girl, it makes you a dog.
you’re still a man when you’re grinding on the boot that left suchhhh a pretty red mark on your ribs. you’re still a man when you’re nose-deep in bush and whimpering cause you just can’t get enough no matter how hard you try. you’re still a man when you’re gagging on my fingers pressing down on your tongue. you’re still a fucking man and if i gotta make you prove it to yourself until “good boy” are the only words you know, i will