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It was only after Finn brought back Sarah for the afternoon that I realized my nosey endeavours might be discovered yet; all he had to do was decide to use the fleshlight and find a load festering in its crevices, and my cover would be blown. My anxiety was briefly piqued but I was reassured by the thought that he likely didn’t even use it these days, what with Sarah serving the same purpose, and I could just as easily clean it the next time he was out anyway.
The rest of the afternoon panned out as usual – Finn dropped Sarah back at her place before night fell (they’d definitely gotten it on in the car, probably to and from the house), and he spent the whole of next day at her’s, an opportunity I promptly took to dispose of the evidence. I turned out to be lucky seeing as Sarah had a vacation planned with her family and this was the last time her and Finn would be together for about a week. It was probably some welcome alone time for Finn to spend during summer break, time he’d definitely use his fleshlight for if there was ever a time to use it. Three nights into this absence our parents went to visit family friends for the evening, leaving Finn and I to occupy the house alone. I caught him in the kitchen as I went to refill my glass, unsurprisingly sporting nothing but a pair of boxers with the usual bulge on full display.
“I’m going outside for a smoke. Wanna join?”
It was the first time he’d offered, let alone even acknowledged himself partaking at all, but I guess he figured if he was going to do it there was no point hiding it, and maybe he felt I could use a reward for the work I’d put in around the house. “Sure. Just keep that shit hidden – you know Mom has a nose like a bloodhound.” Finn laughed.
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Fifteen minutes later, when we’d shared a blunt and were well buzzed, I joined Finn in his room. I don’t remember what he said to convince me to join him, but we hung out shooting the shit for some time, him propped up on top of his bed while I occupied a desk chair nearby. My eyes would intermittently fixate on his crotch before drifting away and focusing on something else, but they remained drawn to the magic region. It was difficult to keep track of how each new train of conversation led into the next, but one way or another, we landed on the topic that would decide how the rest of our evening played out.
“I haven’t jerked off in three days, bro. I was going to save it for when Sarah got back, but not gonna lie, I could rub one out right now.”
The comment caught me offguard – as it would anyone, but in my high and increasingly horny state, and with the added baggage of Finn being the one to spring it on me, I had to work to keep my composure. “That’s gotta be tough,” I chuckled awkwardly. “Make the most of Mom and Dad being out then.”
Finn laughed. “That was the plan.” He leaned over and pulled out his bottom drawer, reaching to retrieve something inside it. When I saw what he produced, my heart skipped a beat. “But we don’t get to spend much quality time these days, and that’s probably my fault.” He plopped the fleshlight down on the bed. Thank God I managed to clean it…
“Come join me, bro.” He patted the covers, inviting me to kick back next to him.
“Damn, you’re down atrocious,” I laughed, propping myself up on the pillows beside him. I was pitching an obvious tent in my shorts, but Finn hadn’t commented yet, instead responding to my approval by pulling down his boxers.
Holy fuck!
To this day I couldn’t give you an exact measurement, but all my prior speculations had been generous at best. At least eight inches of solid man meat, shaft as thick as my bony forearm, with balls so swollen they couldn’t fit easily in one hand. Its veins pulsated visibly, and its reddened tip glimmered with a light sheen of precum. Despite being hairy pretty much all over, Finn kept his pubic region well groomed, as if to show off the full length of his pipe in all its glory.
“You don’t have join me if you don’t want,” Finn reassured, noticing I was too frozen in place to remove my clothes. “But I could use an audience either way.”
I stared mesmerized as Finn slid the entrance of the fleshlight down his glistening shaft. His veined hand gripped its plastic exterior, taking some effort to slide it down so that its rubber lips met his belly fuzz. A deep exhale passed from his lips as he pulled the toy back up, beginning the rhythmic pumping action that would comprise the jerkoff session. The fleshlight’s entrance formed a tight mold around the girth of his cock, having stretched it in such a way that had my imagination running wild imagining the way he must have bent and shaped Sarah’s pussy beyond repair, along with every other girl who’d had the pleasure and terror of experiencing what it was like to take Finn’s gigantic rod. As he picked up the pace, the fleshlight with increased speed and vigour, so too did the tangible urge to blow his threeday load become apparent; deep moans and whispered curses escaped him, and he shifted his position on the covers for maximum comfort, spreading out his legs so that I, eagerly spectating, was almost pushed off the bed entirely.
“Fuck, bro… I needed this,” he rasped. “You don’t mind sloppy seconds, do you? I’m literally about to cum.”
My adrenaline was through the roof at this point, but that had me on cloud nine. “Nnot at all,” I stammered, probably as red as a tomato. He gave me a knowing grin.
“Atta boy.” Finn lay his meat down into the rubber pussy for a few more good strokes, it deep enough that only his swollen balls were left exposed in an obvious edging moment. Seconds later they clenched and an expression of newfound intensity overcame Finn’s face, signalling the incoming climax. I’d only just began to brace myself when it happened: a resounding “ohhh, fuck” filled the air as Finn’s cock convulsed with a life of its own, the fleshlight’s lips still too tight around his cock for any cum to escape, no doubt coating his already lubricated shaft in a hidden fountain of ecstasy. “Bet that was a relief, huh?” I piped up.
“Goddamn, you know it,” Finn agreed, and pulled the fleshlight’s lips clean off his cock, quickly flipping it upside down so that the bucketload of cum he’d emptied didn’t spill all over the place. He turned to face me, a glint in his eyes. “Now it’s your turn.” Like passing a baton, he handed over the freshly used fleshlight, laying back with his hands behind his head.
I’d made no effort to hide the fact I was rock hard, and by this token Finn had seen that the tent I was pitching was one that he overshadowed, but my heart still pounded with a unique anticipation at the idea of exposing myself in the flesh. Somewhat awkwardly, having not done so much as removed my shirt, I hooked the waistband of my shorts and underwear down with my thumbs and let it pop out.
“No way, bro. Are you sure you’re not adopted?” Finn laughed. His cock had deflated back down to its normal size, but I realized even that was bigger than my four inch boner.
“I’m just not hard yet,” I muttered, only halfassedly trying to sound convincing.
“And I thought it was just you that’s lacking in the size department.” He watched as I pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the side. “Try not to make too much of a mess, yeah? I don’t want cum stains all over my sheets.”
That was an impossible task. As soon as I went to slide the fleshlight’s lips over my cock it was doused in thick, viscous cum, as warm as it was fresh from the source. It oozed down to coat my shaft and gathered to pool at the base, providing a batch of natural lubricant that allowed my dicklet to slip inside the entrance effortlessly. It was unlike anything I’d felt before, and I hadn’t even started jerking yet – merely burying my hardon inside the pocket pussy was bliss, the heat of its walls pressed up against my jizzsmeared foreskin.
“How do you like the feeling of your little bro’s cum?” Finn queried with a smirk.
“Fuck, your loads are massive,” I uttered under my breath.
“That’s where three days of no nut gets you.”
I started to jerk the toy up and down, requiring only the shallowest of pumps for my inferior length. “This is incredible… oh my god… I’m gonna cum quickly…”
Finn laughed. “Real pussy feels even better. I’d help you lose your vcard, but with what you’re packing… you might be a lost cause, bro.”
A whimper escaped me. I felt my balls – which hadn’t escaped the glazing of Finn’s semen – contract, the sensation of ultimate ecstasy building up in my member. It hit me how submissive I really was in this situation, to the point of pathetic desperation – jumping at the opportunity to use my own brother’s nut as lube while I let him insult me – and this was enough to do it. I let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a cry as I blew a load not even half the size of Finn’s, but with the orgasmic impact that shook every ounce of my physical being to its core. My free hand impulsively reached over to grab Finn’s leg, but I came to my senses a second later and retracted my arm. I pulled the fleshlight off me and looked down at the resulting mess, my stomach rising and falling in rapid succession as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Enjoyed that, huh? Was it as fun as the first time?”
My head swivelled around to meet his eyes with a little too much immediacy. “Huh?”
“You heard me, you pervert.” Finn’s expression was less playful now. “You think I don’t know about the other day? I was watching to see if you’d pull some shit like that, and you did.” The look on his face was more than simply not playful – he meant business. I tried to stutter an explanation, but he cut me off. “You dirty up my stuff, you know what that means? You gotta clean it up too.”
Before I could move, Finn had snatched up the fleshlight up in one hand and moved to pin me down with the other, his masculine figure looming over my scrawny body. “Eat it.”
My chin wobbled as he brought the fleshlight up, letting fluid drip onto my face. “Eat that pussy like a good boy.” He rubbed the fake flaps against my mouth, smearing semen that continued to squeeze itself from the depths of the synthetic chamber onto my pursed lips. When it became clear he was only going to get more forceful the more I kept resisting, I dared to part my lips. “Atta boy,” he goaded, prompting me to begin licking and swirling around the entrance. Cum oozed down my chin and spilled onto my chest as my mouth continued to make contact, catching the noxious fluid while it emerged. “Clean it up, that’s it. Make it spotless.”
By the time he was done with me, he’d gotten what he wanted: a clean fleshlight (from the outside, anyway) and an obedient little bitch to demonstrate who the real man of the house was. The cherry on top was when I caught him snap a phone pic with cum still running down my chin right before I was about to wipe it off, his explanation being it’s something he could use if I ever wanted to “step out of line.”
As I’d come to find out, he’d have much more effective methods than blackmail.
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