Ever since I first gave in to hooking up with my boyfriend's brother, I've been feeling kind of guilty about the situation.
I've been seeing Drew for a couple of months now, and he's good to me. I don't think he ever found out about what I did with his brother, Wade. I don't want to hurt him--I hope he never finds out.
I hate to admit it, though, my sex life with Drew hasn't been the same ever since Wade fucked me. Drew isn't as well-endowed as his brother, so when we have sex I can't help but think about Wade. Is that messed up? It just doesn't feel the same. Wade's kind of a cocky asshole, but he has the package to back up his swagger. Wade's cock is girthier and longer than Drew's, and when he penetrated me I really felt it going beyond my prostate.
Fuck.
I know it's wrong, but thinking about it turns me on.
I've been spending a lot of time with Drew at his apartment, but it's annoying that I keep running into Wade while I'm there. I hate that they live together. When we see each other, Wade and I pretend like nothing ever happened so that Drew won't find out. But, every time I see Wade, I still remember. Cheating is wrong, I know, I've heard it all my life, it's not great, and I never thought I'd be the one doing it...but, deep down, part of me also thinks it was really, really hot. Maybe it's because of the adrenaline from the fear of getting caught, maybe it's the psychology of doing something I shouldn't, but remembering it makes me horny.
It's been a couple of weeks since the last time, and I thought everything might just go back to normal. I thought I might forget about it so that I wouldn't feel guilty anymore. I was wrong.
A couple nights ago, I was just climbing into bed with Drew to go to sleep when my phone buzzed. It was a text message from a phone number I didn't recognize. I looked over at Drew--his eyes were closed, so maybe he was already starting to fall asleep--before reading the message.
"It's Wade. Come to my room right now."
My heart started to beat faster. It was almost midnight, so it was obvious what Wade wanted. I hesitated. I knew I should've just ignored it. What if Drew woke up? It was too risky. I put my phone aside and laid down, but my thoughts were racing. There was no way I would be able to sleep like this.
I stole another glance at Drew. His eyes were still closed, so maybe he really was asleep. Maybe he wouldn't notice if I got up. If he did, I could just say that I needed to use the restroom. He'd believe me, right?
Mentally, I fidgeted. I shouldn't do it. But--what if it was something else? What if Wade wanted to talk about something entirely unrelated?
Seconds passed, but it felt like hours of agonizing.
I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to know. Quietly, I crept out of bed, doing my best not to disturb my boyfriend, left the bedroom, closed the door behind me, and tiptoed to Wade's room on the other side of the apartment.
Wade's door was still open. He saw me as soon as I got there, pulled me inside, and locked his door behind us.
"Took you long enough," he said.
"Sorry..." I was nervous. "How did you get my phone number?" I asked. I was stalling for time.
"I got it from Drew earlier today," he said.
Oh. Of course.
I took a second to get my bearings. My heart hammered away in my chest. Wade had sat on his bed, wearing just a tank top that showed off his arms and gray shorts. I couldn't stop myself from looking at his bulge. Almost reflexively, I swallowed.
He caught me staring at it and smirked. "You know what's about to happen, don't you?"
I didn't say anything; it was a rhetorical question. Of course I knew why I was there. There was no point in pretending.
"Come here and get on your knees. I need your mouth." He sounded so authoritative and matter-of-fact at the same time. "Hurry up."
I gave in. I could never refuse him. I positioned myself between his legs and kneeled. I reached for his shorts and slid them off, revealing his semi-hard cock. He hadn't bothered to wear underwear.
"Get me hard." I felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling my face into his groin. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock whole.
Slowly, gently, I began bobbing my head, coaxing his erection to full mast. Wade let out a low groan as I felt him getting harder in my mouth.
"God, you're good at that," he said. "Keep going."
Dutifully, I began to fellate him more properly. He was almost fully hard. I licked the total length of his erection up and down before returning to the tip, engulfing him with my mouth until I felt it bump against the back of my throat.
"Look up at me," Wade said.
As I looked up at him, I noticed that he'd pulled out his phone. The camera was pointing right at me.
"Good boy," he said, his voice soft. "Suck my cock." He was filming me blowing him.
While I blew him, I started feeling nervous again. What was he going to do with that video?
Like he'd just read my mind, Wade said, "Don't worry. I won't show it to anyone...so long as you behave."
He must have seen the confusion in my eyes because he elaborated: "From now on, whenever I text you, you're going to come take care of my cock. That's your job now. If you don't, I'll send this video to my brother."
He put his hand back on my head, speeding up the pace. He was basically forcing me to fuck my face on his cock.
As Wade used my mouth, I did my best to keep myself steady. His cock felt especially thick, and I tried to swallow it, but it was harder from this position and I gagged a couple of times, making my eyes water. It was wrong; I shouldn't be sucking off my boyfriend's brother...but it was kind of hot, too. Wade was a douche, but he's also objectively attractive, and I loved his cock. It was thick, it was long, it had girth, it was everything that Drew's cock wasn't.
Plus, if I didn't do it, Drew would find out, and then he would be hurt, and it would be my fault. I needed to keep this a secret.
As I sucked Wade's cock, I could feel him starting to tense up. Was he getting close? Just the idea of him shooting ropes down my throat made work a bit harder at blowing him. Fuck. It was wrong, it was hot, I shouldn't be doing it, I wanted it so badly. Opposing thoughts clashed in my head, but all I could focus on was making Wade cum. He was so fucking hot.
"I'm getting close," Wade suddenly muttered.
He still held his phone in one hand, but his other hand intensified its grip on my head, using it to pump my head up and down. At the same time, Wade started to grind his hips against my face, forcing his cock further into my throat.
"Good boy, milk my fucking cock. Make me cum."
I was doing my best to suppress my gag reflex as I deep-throated him. I tried to make sure that he felt how soft my lips were as they pulled against the full length of his cock, tried to keep my throat open so that he could fuck it without friction. I couldn't deny it; I wasn't going to stop him from giving me his cum. In fact, I wanted it. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on my tongue. I didn't care anymore if this was right or wrong. I didn't care that he was filming me. I wanted more.
"Fuck, here it comes," Wade groaned.
He bucked his hips one last time, pushed my face down into his groin, and began to spasm. Fluid flooded my mouth. It was definitely salty, but I wanted it so badly that it actually tasted a little sweet, too. I swallowed every drop. I knelt there between his legs and drank his milk straight from the spigot.
When he had finally finished shooting down my throat, Wade kicked me out of his room.
I stopped to rinse my mouth in the bathroom before sneaking back into Drew's room. His eyes were still closed, so he was probably still asleep, but I noticed that he wasn't snoring like usual. I slipped back into bed next to him, the taste of his brother's cum still lingering on my palate. I wondered what he would say if he knew.