fucking good.”
Kevin’s breath became harsh as he rocked slowly over Kyle’s body , sliding their dicks together through the silky nylon. Warmth washed over Kyle’s face as he strained into his brother, looking for relief.
“If I said I want to fuck you , spread your ass wide and put my dick inside you and fuck you, would you end this?” Kevin’s breath was hot on Kyle’s already overheated skin.
A thrill raced through Kyle, all the way to his toes, the words triggering orgasm. Too soon. Way too soon. He wasn’t ready for this to be over.
“Oh, God, Kevin. Just the thought—” His knees locked, his hips followed. He caught Kevin’s lips opening his mouth to cry out his orgasm into Kevin’s open mouth. “—Made me come.”
“Is that a yes? You’ll let me fuck you?” Kevin kept up a steady rhythm against him, while Kyle tried to stop thinking yes, now, here, on the stairs…fuck me .
Kyle pushed him off. Kevin stumbled to his feet, he reached out for the banister to help steady himself.
“I take that as a no.”
Kyle didn’t answer, instead he sat up and snaked an arm around Kevin’s hips to drag him closer. He looked up into his brother’s shadowed face as he hooked one finger in the waist band of his shorts. He didn’t need to see Kevin’s face to know he wanted this. He 'd stopped breathing, his belly pulled tight, his hips jutted forward.
Kyle could smell him. Smell the soap he used, but underneath the scent was Kevin. And sex. And he wanted that scent on his tongue. He pulled the waist down, slowly, dragging it over his hips, Kevin’s erection popped free of the material and they both moaned. He leaned forward . Resisting the need to taste him, he buried his face in Kevin’s groin. He breathed him in, leaving a kiss just above the line of pubic hair.
“You don’t have to do this, Kyle,” Kevin managed to say . His voice seemed caught in his throat. He held the banister with both hands, standing stiff and still right in front of Kyle, his dick reaching out for Kyle, begging Kyle to suck it.
“I want to, Kev. I want to make you come. I want to taste your spunk. I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I want this. I want you.” There was no more questioning it. Tonight they would take the next step. Kevin was ready. Kyle was ready. There were no more questions left to answer.
“Okay. Yeah. I want you to fuck me. I do. Oh, baby, make me come, please . I need to so very badly.” Kevin trembled as Kyle ran his fingers along the hard length of his dick. So much like his own, but connected to his twin. His perfect brother. “I love you. Just you. I’ve always loved you.”
The words wrapped around Kyle’s heart , making him shiver. He’d always known. Deep inside. When their parents made the decision to move into a bigger house and put them in separate rooms, Kevin had protested the loudest. He’d cried. Kyle would hear him some nights when they were young calling for him. Some nights he’d sneak in and sleep with him. He’d taken comfort in those nights as much as Kevin had. The doctors said it was normal and they’d outgrow it.
Kyle knew now that they’d never outgrow this.
“I love you, too.” He stroked his brother’s dick, slicking him with pre-cum until he was wet and thrusting into Kyle’s hand. “The way you want me to.”
He waited, looking up , hoping to catch Kevin’s gaze. What he found nearly destroyed him. Open, tortured, need dominated Kevin’s face. His eyes glimmered in the light spilling across him from the hallway. While Kyle watched, unable to break their link, Kevin reached over to caress his face. Kyle opened his mouth and licked the tip of Kevin’s dick. He could feel the pleasure as it shot through his brother to reflect in his eyes.
“So beautiful. Feels so good, Ky.”
Kyle needed him to lose control. He needed to be the one to make him lose control. He wrapped his lips around the head, and slowly drew Kevin into his mouth. Less than
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