My big brother was cumming under the shower, his thick cum splashing on the grey wall and sliding down. Watching this made me cum at the same time.
“Thanks for this babe. Hope we can talk soon… and play some more!” He wrote.
I heard him getting back in his room.
“Sure… It was great for me also. Cannot wait!”
Just after I sent this message, I put some underwear on and ran to the bathroom, straight to the shower. I could no longer see his cum on the grey wall but I licked it anyway, I knew it had been there a few seconds ago. I licked the wall until I could convince myself I had felt a taste of his cum. I could be so naughty at times.
The next day was not much different.
I spent the morning with my brother, playing games (no sexual game, I should specify), the afternoon online with Austin, and during the evening, once we were both alone in our room, my brother and I jerked off together. Well, I jerked off with him and he jerked off with “Anna”.
Things were getting raunchier. After a couple pictures and videos of his hard dick, he started to show off his feet so I could lick them too. At this point, I knew what I wanted. I had been thinking about this all day.
“I want to lick all of you: your abs, your cock, your balls, your feet, your ass.”
He understood the message.
On the next picture I received, my brother was spreading his hairy cheeks for me while flaunting his feet. His pink asshole looked delicious. I needed it. I wanted to dive in it. “Sit on me!” I wrote. He sent another picture from another angle. His asshole closer to the camera, closer to my face, closer to my mouth. Shit, my jizz came out of the dick without being able to control it.
But I knew he was not done. And I was not done either.
As we continued to send videos back and forth, my dick got hard again and I was preparing myself for another cum.
“Do you think you could take my whole two feet in your big mouth my American boy?” I asked. Drunk in excitement and power.
He replied again with a video. Deep-throating his own hand! For the opportunity of receiving one or two additional videos from “Anna”, my brother was ready to do anything, including sucking off his fingers and take his whole hand in his mouth. I cummed for the second time watching that. I was considerate though, I made sure to send him a few more messages and videos to make him cum as well. He did.
I missed on the opportunity to ask him to lick his own semen. Probably, it would have been too much anyway. Maybe next time? I smiled at that thought.
On December 29th, 2021, my nightly wanking session to come with my brother was the only thing in my mind. Thinking back, I was careless. He could have seen the Instagram profile on my phone. He could have noticed he only received messages of Anna when I was alone in my room or in the bathroom. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, I said things close to revealing I was a guy like: “I’m going to explode”. But he did not seem to notice anything.
When the evening came, I approached him more boldly and sent him a picture of Anna licking her own feet. He did not respond; I sent a second one with a text: “Up for some naughty fun? I’m horny.” He saw the message but did not reply.
I was disappointed. Was it all over? So soon? Full of regrets already, I thought that I should have asked him to go further when I had the chance. Did he find another girl? Did he have doubt that I was a catfish? Was it because of Mallory? After all, he was also doing something forbidden, nobody knew he was sending nudes and videos of his feet (and more) to other girls… Maybe last night, he had felt guilty too?
The next morning, I had a message from RAMSOM_PL: “Sorry babe, I could not play yesterday… And starting from tomorrow, I may be less available for a little while. Would you be free tonight?”
The message was both reassuring, his absence did not seem to have anything to do with Anna, and frustrating, this little game would be over soon.
I did not know what had prevented Ryan from sexting the night before but I knew that Mallory would come back for New Year’s Eve and then, she would return to Perv City with him. The evening to come was therefore my last chance to play with my brother.
He was the one writing to me first at 10pm: “Up?”
“Up and fucking horny.” I replied. Go big or go home, I thought.
“Me too.” He said, with a picture of his hard dick proving his point. Apparently, he was in the same mood as I was.
“Nice…” A pussy selfie accompanied my comment. “RAMSOM, I am caressing myself on the picture of you where you wear a jockstrap, is that ok?”
“More than OK. I encourage it!” He sent me a video of him, going back and forth on his uncut cock, his leaking head coming in and coming out from his foreskin.
Sometimes it was weird as his dick looked so much like mine, just a bit bigger.
“Could you wear it now?” I dared to say. “?” He replied. “The jockstrap.”
I waited for his reply. I was anxious. Did I go too far already? I had so much plans for tonight.
“Wait a minute.” He wrote.
I heard some noise in the corridor. He was moving from his bedroom to the bathroom. Normally, nobody would enter our rooms without asking first but there was no lock on our doors. I knew, and he knew, that in the bathroom, he was perfectly safe from any outside intrusion.
He sent me a picture a few minutes later. He was wearing the grey jockstraps, flexing his muscles near the toilets. Why did my brother think It was appropriate clothes to bring for his few days back in the family home? I had no idea. But I was not complaining.
“What do you want me to do babe?” He asked.
This was all the push I needed to go further. So, he liked to be submissive. I guess this was not uncommon for guys into licking and worshiping women’s feet.
“Spread that ass for your girl.” I wrote. I was jerking off hard but I did not want to cum. I wanted to appreciate this moment for as long as possible. Ryan had given me a lot of power and I intended to use it.
My big brother obeyed.
In the next video, his phone was on the floor, and from this angle, above the camera, he was spreading his cheeks as wide as he could with his two hands, still wearing his jockstrap. He squatted several times towards the phone. Nasty fucker. I loved it. I wanted to drown in that asshole. I wanted to rim him like I did to Professor Fletcher. I would spit in it. Choke in it. Fuck, I would eat that ass so much better than I did to Fletcher! My brother deserved it more.
I wrote him exactly that, except for the part regarding Professor Fletcher. My filthy talk encouraged him even more.
In the next video, he was whispering. Not cumming at this point was more difficult than ever: “Anna, you want to lick my dirty ass. I want to lick yours too. Show me more of your feet, I want to be your dirty boy.”
This was unreal. But my brother was saying those words. To me. He just did not know I was me.
He was leaking with tons of precum. I ate mine. I knew what he had to do next.
“Suck your precum boy!” I wrote.
Again, he obeyed. He sucked his fingers almost as if it was a delicious big cock. I could not believe it, the way he was going at it. My brother was not a dominant daddy, he was a slut! We were not that different after all!