I cried out in delight as Randy continued to suck and finger me. Randy laid beside me looking me in the eyes. Sex Not because I had been beat up after school for the third time this semester but because Randy was yelling at me. I pushed violently on to my brother’s finger, opening myself to him. I kept my lips on his, begging him to understand. I held on to him afraid to let go, not wanting the moment to end. He slid his finger into his mouth wetting it liberally and then pushed it into my waiting hole. I knew he was right. I lay on my back looking up at my brother. His mouth moved to my belly and finally to my cock. I was gasping for air as he worked his loving magic over my cock. “Don’t fucking piss me off,” Randy yelled, “Nobody fucking beats up my little brother! I inhaled deeply. He didn’t have too. I whimpered my pleasure. The warm wetness of his mouth captured my pulsating rod sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Don’t cry then,” he whispered kissing the tears from my cheek, “It’s OK.”
I opened my eyes to my brother’s smile.
