Be Honest, You Knew Exactly What You Were Doing.

be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing.

you knew what you wanted to see, what you wanted to happen, when you walked into your brother's room. you knew he always kept his door open. he only closed it when he was sleeping, or...

yeah. you knew.

you knew to lift the door slightly, so it didn't creak on its hinges. you knew not to make a sound, because the foot of his bed faces away from the door, so if he didn't hear you, he wouldn't know you were there.

you knew to close the door behind you. not all the way, of course. he'd hear that. but you didn't want anyone else walking by and seeing what you were about to do.

you knew to keep your breathing quiet even as the sight of your brother's thick, swollen cock being stroked so expertly made your mouth fall open. heat pooled in your stomach as you watched him. listened to the quiet sound of his hand sliding over his shaft, listened to his breathing come faster, more insistent. you couldn't stop yourself from taking a step forward, and the rustle of your baggy sleep shirt distracted him.

you knew to look surprised, all innocence, staring at his throbbing dick as he yanked his sheet over himself. you knew to stammer, to feign awkwardness, without crossing your arms over your chest. you wanted him to see your nipples poking against the fabric, the first visible sign that you might be more than just embarrassed. that the flush on your cheeks might be more than shame.

you knew to lick your lip when you finally made eye contact. squeezing your thighs together, squirming where you stood, so his attention would be brought to your legs. to what lay between them.

"show me," you begged. you knew to make it a plea, rather than a command. you'd heard the porn he watched through the shared wall of your bedrooms. you knew he liked them innocent and whining. "please?"

you knew to sink to your knees in front of him as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. you knew to keep your mouth slightly open as he stroked himself inches from your face. you knew to look up at him as he grunted.

"can i..." you began, half eager and half afraid. "can i feel?"

his mouth hung open too, and when he nodded, you smiled, giddy. you reached out, tracing one finger over his shaft, the heat of it deliciously tempting. gently, timidly, you wrapped your hand around his cock, rubbing it with your thumb, before stroking it like he had.

"it's so hot," you whispered, your breath skating over his skin. you leaned forward, wondering if he'd stop you. he didn't. in fact, he cupped the back of your head, guiding you. you kissed his cock once, twice, before he used his free hand to move the tip to your lips.

"use your tongue," he said, and a thrill ran down your spine at his commanding tone.

you knew to hide your excitement as you obeyed, gliding your tongue over and around the head, tasting his precum and looking up at him again, as if to make sure you were doing it right.

"so good," he whispered, and you just barely stopped yourself from reaching between your legs. you sucked the tip of your brother's cock as he sighed and leaned his head back. "god, just like that. feels so good."

the praise went straight to your head, making you dizzy. you took more and more of his cock into your mouth, until he shoved your head down.

"it's okay," he said. "this is what big brothers do sometimes."

through tears, you nodded, even as you couldn't breathe. you'd never been so close to cumming without even being touched. he used your mouth and throat like a toy, thrusting forcefully into your face, until he pulled back. his strokes were wild. you looked up at him, innocent to the last, and he groaned, his cum splattering over your face.

you knew to touch it with one hand, pulling it away as if inspecting it. "it's sticky," you said.

panting, he looked down at you like you were holy.

"do you want to feel good, too?" he asked.

you knew to say yes.