My Brother's Love

by Chara Croft

  My thighs started to shake as I fucked myself back against his fingers. “Jonah. Please… please… I need you.”

  “I know, baby brother,” he muttered, his voice sounding wrecked. “I need you, too. So fucking bad. Open up for me.”

  He pushed his fingers into me again, and this time, there must have been a third, because it hurt.

  “Too big,” I gasped, jerking away.

  Trying to, at least. Jonah didn’t let me move.

  “You can do it, kitten,” he said, his voice strained the way it got when he needed to come, too, but still calm and firm. His big brother voice. He grabbed my hip and held me in place. “Breathe. Be good for me, baby. I know you can take it.”

  I nodded, breathing like he said. Breathing through the burn. I’d do anything for him. Anything.

  His fingers split me open as he pushed them all the way inside me at once, and tears sprang to my eyes as I gasped and panted and felt on fire, like he’d just spanked me hard, the unfun way, but on the inside.

  It was too much.

  Too much.

  Too—oh, God. His fingers hit that magical spot inside me again, and all of a sudden my body figured it out. Something inside me relaxed and accepted him, and I started babbling all sorts of promises, the burning stretch still there but also somehow just not important anymore.

  Jonah said my name in that same wrecked voice again, fucking me slow with those three thick fingers, over and over until I felt crazy with it. Every time he hit that spot again, pure pleasure shot through me, amplified by the burn so it felt like pleasure times a thousand. And yes, I knew for sure that he’d been right to make me wait until he stretched me, but I also knew that I honestly wasn’t going to be able to stand it if he kept going slow.

  I needed him to fuck me right fucking now.

  “Please fuck me omigod Jonah please please please,” I begged, driving back against his fingers because I couldn’t help it.

  I needed them to go deeper.

  I needed it harder.

  I needed… needed…

  “I need your cock,” I gasped. “I need you inside me. I need you, Jonah, I…”

  “You’ve got me, kitten,” he said, his fingers disappearing so fast that the emptiness left me gasping in shock, but then something else—something thick and hot and hard and oh God, oh God, he was huge—pushing into me instead. “You’re getting all of me,” Jonah gritted out. “Breathe, baby. Bear down.”

  I did, and he slid in deeper as he groaned out my name. My old one. My new one. Brother and boyfriend and everything we were to each other.

  “Caleb, Jesus fuck. My Kit. Little kitten. You’re so tight, baby brother. So… fucking… perfect.”

  If I thought those fingers of his had burned, it was nothing compared to taking his cock, but any pain was totally and completely eclipsed by the surge of total rightness that flooded me. It really was perfect, just like he’d said. My big brother was finally sheathed inside me. I was truly his, and as he kept pushing into me—inch by inch, connecting us at the most primal, intimate level possible—nothing, nothing, had ever felt as right. I never wanted it to end.

  “More,” I begged, pushing back against him. I wanted to feel his whole body pressed against me. I wanted him balls deep, pinning me down and surrounding me. I wanted him to own me completely. “More, Jonah.”

  He groaned, sliding all the way home and driving me down into the mattress as he thrust.

  “Oh, God,” I gasped, his heavy weight holding me against the bed as my body throbbed beneath him. “Please.”

  He kissed the back of my neck. Ran a hand down my side. Rolled his hips a fraction of an inch and nailed my prostate again.

  “Love you,” he muttered against my skin when I gasped, his voice sounding almost drunk on sex. “Jesus, baby. If I move I’m going to come. Nothing’s ever felt as good as you.”

  But then he did move, rocking back and thrusting forward to hit that magical spot again.

  And then doing it again, but even harder.

  And again.

  Deeper.

  Faster.

  Pulling me back up to my knees and running his hands down my chest as he finally started fucking me hard, fucking me like he meant it, fucking me until he kept every promise he’d made me about how it would be. Until I shouted his name, spilling over his hand and marking our new bed with my cum. Until he filled me up with his hot seed, marking me, too. Claiming me, once and for all and forever. Until my eyes rolled back and my vision whited out and my body shook so hard that I knew for sure I would have broken apart completely if he hadn’t been holding onto me so tight.

  Until I almost did pass out, just like he’d said I would, or at least it felt that way.

  Jonah had fucked me so long and so hard that when he finally cleaned me up and wrapped me tight in his arms and murmured sweet things to me—exactly like he’d done almost every night of my life, for as long as I could remember—I was lost in that lovely, floaty headspace that always felt… perfect.

  That felt safe to let myself get lost in, because my brother was there to ground me while I floated. There to take care of me the way he’d promised me he would since before I’d even known what promises were. There to teach me new ways to fly and to make sure I had a home to come back to, because he was my home—my heart’s home. He’d been that since the day I was born and would be until the day I died. Jonah was my brother, my protector, my lover, my everything… but best of all, he was finally my forever, too.

  And, no matter what anyone else thought of us, nothing would ever be more perfect than my brother’s love.

  About the Author

  Chara Croft writes other love stories under other pen names, but once upon a time someone suggested she write a particularly dirty and delicious kind of story as a Christmas gift for a friend. That friend, Courtney Bassett, loved her gift—a slightly dirtier version of My Brother’s Love that was unfortunately unpublishable due to the nature of the content (*snicker*)—and urged Chara to share it with others. After many months of distraction and lots of grumbling about having to rewrite certain things in order to comply with Smashwords’ admittedly lenient erotic content policies, Chara did just that, and she sincerely hopes that you, Dear Reader, enjoy these boys, too. If you did, please consider leaving a review on Smashwords or Goodreads and signing up for Chara’s newsletter so that she can let you know when she writes something else taboo or kinky enough to be published under this pen name.

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  Mwah!