So…my older bro got jealous of my bf and fucked me bareback

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My older brother Chris hated my boyfriend (or should I say…ex), Nate, from the very first moment I ever brought him home.

They’re both extremely competitive jocks with pretty similar personality types, so to say there was male tension in the air the first time my big bro ever saw him get particularly handsy with me would have be putting it lightly, lol.

It was just a simple closed mouth kiss at a family cookout I had invited Nate to in order to introduce him to my family—not even with any tongue—but still!

I could see the discontentment written across Chris’ face clear as day.

God, I’d all the time hated letting him down, making him think less of me.

My brother or not, I had all the time been so ridiculously, unfathomably hot for him.

How could I not be?

Chris was the quintessential star athlete, boy next door, “every girl’s dream guy” type with the body to match. He was easy for any girl to love, his baby sister or not. Wasn’t that why he was seldom, if ever, without a girlfriend?

The last thing I wanted a guy like Chris thinking was that I as some sort of around the way slut
That is…unless…well…

From how drenched my panties got when I saw Chris’ tongue flicker out over his bottom lip real tense like as he watched me interact with Nate during the cook out…almost as if daring me to sneak away into some private room with him inside…apparently, the only guy I really wanted to be a slut for was…him.

*Fuck.*

*This again.*

Chris and I had crossed this line too many times to count, all the time promising to never let it happen again. To leave the past in the past. To focus our sexual interests and pursuits on other people. And yet, here he was…visibly livid over me having went and done exactly that after our last secret little rendezvous, wherein he ended up exploding his load deep inside of me despite my breathless warnings that I wasn’t on the pill.

I won’t lie.

It was one of the hottest experiences of my life…the risk of it…the sticky aftermath…the way he groaned as he shot rope after rope deep inside of me.
But still.

It couldn’t happen again.

We couldn’t let it happen again.

Besides, I was with Nate now. And sure, he wasn’t quite as hot or quite as hung as Chris…but at least he wasn’t my OWN BROTHER, right?

With Nate, there was no remorse. No regret. No rushed visits to the drug store to pick up the morning after pill…

No, well…

No risk.

And really, what was romance and sex without a little risk?

Maybe it was this wondered, or maybe it was the three wine coolers I had thrown back since arriving at the cookout…regardless, before I could even process what I was doing, I found myself making my way over to Chris during private moment when Nate was distracted talking to our parents and no one else in my family was paying attention.

It was almost like his steely gaze, which had barely left me all night, had finally pulled me to him.

“So that’s the infamous Nate,” he tensely said as I approached, swigging back a bit of beer from the can he was holding.

I nodded, unable to really discover any words.

How could I?

He all the time seemed to render me speechless, especially when I knew he was upset with me.

God, I really was such a dumb little toy for him.

One thing led to another, and any conversation we were making was quickly stalled by him pulling me by the wrist into our parents guest house, where he promptly stripped me of my clothing and wasted no time throwing me over the edge of the nearest couch, face down, ass up…and entirely at his disposal.

He pounded me like his next meal depended on it, and the hottest part of all?

We had a perfect view of Nate outside talking to our parents the entire time…

Right when he came inside of me, he grabbed me by the throat and demanded I look right at him, too.

Call me evil, but I haven’t cum that hard in my life.

NSFW: yes


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