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Bro sat on his messy bed as he played his game. Sitting in only boxers and no shirt, he notices you in the doorway. Smirking, he pats his lap. “Come over.”
You walked to his room, your hand on the doorframe.
“Why?”
He snorted, spreading his legs slightly and patting his lap again. “Just c’mere you little shit. I wanna show you something.” He responded, his voice low yet playful. He knew what he was doing. He loved teasing you.
“Now,” Bro demanded, his eyes locked onto yours through both of your shades, “Come here and sit on my lap, or I’ll make you sit on my dick instead.”
He knew those comments would get under your skin. You scoff and push yourself off of the doorframe, entering his room and climbing onto his bed, sitting yourself on his lap.
Bro smirked slightly as you were approaching, pulling you back against his chest. He continued to play his game with his arms around you, his controller in your lap.
“See, not so bad right?” He murmurs against your ear, “Now, watch this part.” He points to the screen, showing something rather inappropriate to you. “This is some good shit, bro. She gets fucked real hard here.”
You sighed. “Jesus christ dude, why are you playing this crap?”
He chuckled, his breath rather hot on your ear. “‘Cause it fucking slaps. Who doesn’t love a good ‘ol game of GTA?” His hand moves to your waist, squeezing it, “You should watch some more porn. Maybe then you’d understand, hm?”
Bro continued to watch the scene on the screen, his grip refusing to let you off his lap.
“It’s weird as fuck. Play some Fallout or something, like a real man.”
He lets out an apathetic laugh, his chest rumbling against your back.
“Real man? Fuck off.” Bro says, his hand squeezing your waist once again, possessively. “I’m a man because I like to watch people get fucked, not because I play videogames all day.” He added playfully, “You ever fuck a prostitute before?”
You let out a laugh, knowing he was playing around. You decided to ignore the waist squeeze. “Yeah, totally. A sixteen year old like me has fucked many.”
He laughed with you, his voice amused. His hand then moves from your waist to your stomach, pulling you back harder against him.
“I remember when I lost my virginity at a solid fifteen.” He spoke casually, as if talking to a friend, “It wasn’t even good sex though.”
You snorted, “I bet. Nothing sounds good at 15.”
His thumb rubs your stomach absentmindedly. “It really wasn’t. Person I fucked was a huge slut anyway. I was a horny lil’ bastard who would probably cum just from a pillow hump.”
“Ewww, bro. TMI.”
Bro chuckles, his hand sliding up your stomach onto your ribs, his fingers tickling you suddenly. “Shut it, ya lil’ perv. Everyone does it when they’re horny and have nothing to actually stick their dick in.”
You laugh and squirm as you attempt to escape his tickles.
“You really never humped anything? A pillow? Stuffed animals? Smuppet? Your own hand?”
Scoffing, you reply, “I’m not answering your nasty questions, bro!”
He smirks, his fingers continuing their attack on your body. “Oh, so that’s a no. C’mon, everyone does stupid things during puberty.” You huff, pushing his hands away, but failing.
“I meant no, like, no I’m not answering you.”
Bro shrugs, his tickles stopping as his hands move from your ribs to your thighs, his thumb rubbing on your right thigh. “Fine, don’t. I already knew. Cameras, baby.”
You shuddered at the thought. At that age, you weren’t even aware of the cameras. You only found out about 3 months ago when you noticed a red light blinking in the dark. “You basically raised me with cameras.”
He laughed, his fingers trailing higher up your thigh.
“Yep. I’ve seen you through everything, bro. Innocent little toddler to now,” He whispered into your ear, “Sixteen fucking years old. Pervy sixteen year old. Clueless about so many things.”
You hadn’t even noticed his fingers trailing up your thigh just yet.
“I know many things,” You retorted, catching onto what he was meaning, “Obviously.”
Bro sneered, “Mhm, ‘obviously’... right.” He pulled back slightly, eyeing you behind his shades with an intense gaze that seemed almost hungry. Not that you could tell though. “So, what kinda porn you watch then, huh?”
You felt like spurting out a drink that you didn’t even have. You didn’t feel like dealing with him if you refused again.
“Um… anything, really. I don’t care as long as it gets me off.”
His breath grew heavier at your answer, but he nodded to cover it up. His hand slid higher, almost touching your crotch now. You noticed.
“Anythin’, huh?” Bro asked, his voice filled with uncertain desire that, fortunately, your oblivious ass didn’t catch onto.
He thought before speaking, but decided he didn’t give two shits.
“Would you mind if I showed you somethin’?” He whispered into your ear, his voice laced with lustful intent. His hand finally reached your crotch, starting to rub it gently through your flimsy, thin sleep shorts. “Somethin’ real good…”
Your breath hitched at the feeling.
“Bro, what are you doing…?” You asked, your voice shaky.
A dirty, smug smirk spreads across his face as he leans back slightly, his hand pausing. “What, dude? Just being honest with my little brother about sex stuff. You know, parenting and shit or whatever.”
You felt a bit dirty at his manipulation.
It’s like he flipped a switch with his words. He continued to rub you through your pants as he spoke to you smoothly. His voice was so nice to listen to when he would talk to you. You felt even dirtier for thinking that.
“You gettin’ wet, aren’t you…” He asked mockingly, his lips brushing against your ear in a way that just turns you on even more. “If I pull down your shorts and start fingering you while we talk about this shit, you’d love it, wouldn’t you lil’ bro?”
You knew you would. You knew damn well you would. But fuck, you felt like a nasty little boy. In denial, you shake your head as he continues to toy with you.
“This is so weird, dude. And fuckin’ gross.” You murmured, looking away.
He shifted beneath you. You felt the hardness of his cock right up against your ass while you sat on his lap. He did it on purpose because he knew the effect it had on you no matter how many times you’d deny it. He smiled to himself.
“Maybe it’s wrong… but fuck, thinking of fingering my little brother? Teachin’ him to feel good,” He spoke, his lips against your ears once more, “About showing him what a good big brother does.”
You immediately felt your face heat up just from how dirty and desperate his words were. Fuck, it was so wrong, but god you couldn’t help yourself. Yet, you have to. It’s disgusting, right?
“Can’t. No fucking way. Just go back to your game, and we’ll forget this happened.”
He groans with annoyance against your neck before pulling back. His hand moves off your wet cloth reluctantly. “Fine, you fucking buzzkill.” He insulted, leaning back on his pillow and grabbing his controller.
You felt disappointment and relief. You let out a sigh that caught his attention still.
“Alright man, alright,” Bro scoffed as he shifted on the bed slightly and adjusted himself through his boxers. “Go watch TV or somethin’ if this is too weird for yer ass.”
"Fine..." You muttered, hopping off his lap and getting off the messy bed.
Rather to say, you were quite disappointed in yourself.