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Choso sighs as he walks into Yuuji's room, about to tell him that his boyfriend had called and was going to be late.
Only to find his little brother tied to a chair, wearing a satin blindfold that matches his stockings and a short skirt that barely covers him.
He thinks of how Nobara had rushed out minutes ago, Megumi supposed to be arriving after. It doesn't take much to put two and two together.
He's about to open his mouth and tell Yuuji off, tell him it's not safe to be left tied up like this, that anyone could take advantage-
Anyone..
The opportunity he has right now has suddenly become clear.
"Uh, Megumi?" Yuuji asks shyly, "Is that you?"
Choso doesn't answer. He's fantasised so many times about this, so many nights.
But he couldn't do this to Yuuji, his precious little brother.
Or could he?
Yuuji squirms in his seat, "Um, maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sorry, I just thought that maybe this would, uh, help you. Help us."
Help Megumi? With what? Choso seethes inside. He fucking hates that dark haired runt, always trying to steal his Yuuji away.
Yuuji shifts again.
"Gumi? Are you still there?" He asks, cheeks red, "I shouldn't have pushed it. I just thought if I did this then maybe you'd finally want to-"
He doesn't finish his sentence, shoulders slumping.
Oh.
Oh.
Now Choso gets it. Now he knows what Yuuji needs.
He approaches him slowly, pulse racing. He's just about to reach him when Yuuji speaks again.
"Just untie me," his voice sounds so sad and dejected, "This was so stupid-"
"Shh," Choso hushes. Yuuji's mouth snaps closed as he sits straighter.
Good boy, he wants to say. Doesn't.
He breathes deeply before dragging his fingers along Yuuji's thigh, slips them under the hem of his skirt. He lays his hand flat on milky upper thigh, squeezing. The difference in size isn't lost on him, Yuuji's so dainty in his hold.
His brother sucks in a sharp breath.
Already making such sweet noises when he's barely touched him.
Fuck.
He smoothes his hand up and down a couple times, each time drawing nearer to Yuuji's soft cotton panties. His little brothers lips are parted, his breathing picking up. Choso finally pushes his hand there-
The thin material is already wet.
His poor, poor little brother.
"Ah," Yuuji whines, tensing. Choso nudges the fabric, easily pushing it aside. He slips his fingers along soft folds, watches as they part easily for him.
Yuuji's cunt is blush pink.
Choso's cock stiffens.
He finds himself on his knees, head dipping forward and tongue darting out. Yuuji's cunt calls to him like a siren, wicked and dangerous.
He licks along his slit, a helpless moan leaving Yuuji's lips. His hips move forward, already trying to get more friction.
I'm here now, darling, he wants to say, but he can't.
Don't worry, I'm going to help you.
His licks his tongue in deeper, nearly groans at the taste of Yuuji's juices. Then he brings it back up, kitten licks until he finds his clit. Sucks.
His little brother is trembling already.
His brings his fingers back, traces Yuuji's pussy as he gently suckles his clit. His little brother is panting and whining so prettily as he slips a finger inside, gently moving it in and out.
"Fuck!" Yuuji moans, shifting in the chair, pushing against his binds.
"Megumi," Yuuji pants, and Choso nearly sees red.
He slaps his hand down against Yuuji's thigh, hard.
His brother yelps, jolts.
"Shh," Choso repeats, slipping in a second finger. It's the only thing he can say.
"Sorry," Yuuji whimpers, "I'll be quiet. I-I'll be good."
Choso wants to tell him he's already good, and that he's the one that should be sorry.
Instead he crooks his fingers, fucks them deeper as Yuuji tries and fails to hold in a moan.
He'll make him cum as an apology.
He circles Yuuji's clit with his tongue, puts pressure on.
His fingers move faster, his little brother clenching around him as he whines more.
"Oh, god," Yuuji says, "I'm- I think I'm gonna-"
Choso keeps going, works him closer to his end goal as Yuuji shakes against the chair.
"Wait," Yuuji says, panicked, "Move away, quick-"
Choso doesn't move an inch. He's a little confused for a second, wonders why his brother suddenly doesn't want to cum-
And then wet is hitting his face, his tongue. So much of it gushing out as Yuuji shouts.
His brother just squirted on him.
Choso licks him through it.
He licks and licks until Yuuji is boneless, head thrown back as he tries to catch his breath. Only then does he pull back to survey the damage.
Yuuji's juices are all over his own thighs, dripping off the front edge of the chair, droplets of it darkening his stockings. Choso has done his duties, has made his little brother cum. He should clean him up and leave now. This was only to help Yuuji, after all. He was a good big brother.
He stares down at Yuu's soaking cunt, feels the way his cock dribbles precome where it's trapped in his pants.
It wouldn't hurt to touch a little more, right?
He grabs Yuuji by the hips, pulling him as far forward as he can go with his arms binded behind the chair. Leaves him sitting with his pussy at the edge of the seat.
He shudders a breath as he pulls his cock out. It pulses hot and heavy as he leans forward, slotting it against Yuu's soft cunt.
Yuuji gasps in a breath. Choso ruts forward, pushes his cock so that it grinds against wet folds.
"Oh," Yuuji gasps, "Oh, please. Please."
His heart hammers as his cockhead nudges Yuu's opening. A voice in the back of his mind screams at him. Tells him that this was wrong, that Yuuji thought he was someone else right now, that this was Yuuji's virginity he was about to take-
He ignores that voice and presses forward, sinking into wet heat.
A moan escapes Choso's lips before he could help it, Yuuji's head jerking to the sound.
He fucks in deep, distracting him, forcing a shout from Yuuji's throat.
"Too big!" his little brother whines, "Slow down!"
Choso merely thrusts over and over into Yuuji's clenching heat.
Yuuji moans, babbles, sobs, new sounds knocked out of him each time Choso hammers his cock deeper. His pussy grips tightly, velvet walls wet and slippery. It's so good. Choso can't help himself. Can't help but break in Yuuji's cunt, finally putting it to good use.
He looks down at how Yuuji's hole is stretched obscenely around his cock, his pussy lips dark pink and puffy from the abuse. He notices how there's some red on his cock with each thrust, the proof of Yuuji's virginity being taken.
That visual is all it takes.
He shoves deep, orgasm ripping through him. His lips crash on Yuuji's, kissing him.
They kiss fervently until Choso pulls his mouth away, grunting through his pleasure, thick white seed spilling into his brothers fertile cunt.
"That's right baby, come for me," Yuuji begs.
Choso can almost imagine he's talking about him, the way he says it.
He humps forward until he's finished, cock completely spent, legs aching from the awkward angle he's in.
He's about to pull out when Yuuji whines, pushes his hips forward.
"'M close," he mumbles.
Choso pushes his cock back in, grimacing at how oversensitive he is. He's still hard, still has a few minutes to fuck another orgasm out of Yuuji. He drops his hand down until his thumb finds Yuuji's clit, circling it. His brother arches his back with a cry.
"Kiss me again," Yuuji begs, Choso thrusting at a languid pace, "Please, the way you did earlier. Liked it so much."
Fire zips through him. He bets Megumi can't kiss that well. Bets he wouldn't be able to make Yuuji come once, let alone twice.
He presses his mouth to Yuuji's.
It's not long until Yuuji is crying out against his lips, squirting on his cock. There's so much of it drenching them both, and Choso wishes it had gone in his mouth again instead.
When he finally pulls back, Yuuji slumps in the chair, absolutely wrecked.
"Baby?" Yuuji asks, "Can you untie me?"
Choso pushes his sweat damp hair back, breathing heavily. It's beginning to dawn on him what's just happened..
What he's done to his precious little brother.
His fingers shake as he leans over and begins untying his brothers hands. He undoes one knot, then two, then three. He trembles the longer it takes. When he's finally done, rope falling to the ground, Yuuji lifts his hands to the blindfold.
Choso catches his wrists before he can take it off, grasping them tightly.
"What are you-"
Choso kisses him. He presses against his mouth firmly, let's it linger for a few seconds. Memorises it.
Then he pulls away, Yuuji silent.
He slowly lets go of his wrists, walking backwards. Yuuji doesn't move, keeps his wrists held aloft as if Choso is still holding them there.
He shuts the door behind him, breath caught in his throat.
What the fuck.
What the fuck has he just done.
He runs down the stairs, checks the clock. Then he goes to the bathroom, turns the shower on. He scrubs himself quickly. Megumi will be here any moment now.
The doorbell rings just as he's finished putting a new set of clothes on, shoving his previous ones deep into the laundry basket.
He straightens, inhales, and opens the door.
"Hey," Megumi says, "Sorry I'm late, I had to-"
"Save it," Choso cuts him off, doesn't really care what Megumi has to say.
He walks to the kitchen with Megumi trailing behind him, strains his ears to see if he can hear Yuuji's shower running.
He eyes the food on the table, gone cold where he had left it.
"Yuuji should be down in a minute," he says, whisking the plates towards the microwave.
"Sure," Megumi answers, as oblivious as always.
Choso hates him.
Yuuji pushes the kitchen door open just as Choso is setting down the reheated spaghetti, also in a fresh set of clothes, hair damp.
"Hey Yuuji," Megumi greets him, walks over and gives him a peck on the lips.
Choso tenses, wonders who the fuck Megumi thinks he is kissing his little brother right in front of him like that-
Then he remembers that it's his spend that's deep inside Yuuji's cunt right now, and feels smug instead.
"Hi," Yuuji replies, blushing.
His eyes dart from Choso to Megumi as he fiddles with his sleeves.
"Let's eat before this goes cold again," Choso says. Megumi nods, sits and starts asking Yuuji about his day as Yuuji's eyebrows knit together.
Choso eats in silence, let's them talk between themselves.
Yuuji is quiet today, Megumi having to do most of the talking for once. He slowly swirls his spaghetti on his fork.
"Is everything alright, Yuuji?" Megumi asks, "You've barely eaten."
"Yeah, I'm good," Yuuji says, glancing at Choso, "Just a little tired."
"What about you, brother?" Yuuji asks, "Are you tired?"
"I'm okay," Choso answers, picks up his plate and brings it to the sink, tries to hide how he shakes.
Yuuji stands too, follows him. He shoves his plate against Choso's chest, looks at him strangely.
Thank you, brother," he says, "It was really, really good."
Choso swallows thickly, takes the plate from him, their hands brushing.
"You're welcome," he says quietly.