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Obi-Wan had known from the moment his father had remarried that he’d been replaced by the small bundle of energy known as Anakin Skywalker. With blonde hair, blue eyes and rosy-red cheeks, the young boy was almost angelic in appearance – coveted innocence that his stepmother, Shmi, and Qui-Gon outwardly adored.
Qui-Gon would ruffle the boy’s hair and give him warm smiles as he called him by his childhood nickname, Annie. They were like a real father and son – far more so than Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had ever been.
Shmi loved Anakin in a similar fashion. Most people did – Anakin was a genius – sat at the top of his class in all things academic, and he took to sports like a fish to water. He was devastatingly popular among his peers, attributed to both his looks and his hobbies. Girls would swoon over his pretty boy face while guys drooled over the way he looked glistening in the heat of the day as he worked on whatever motor vehicle had happened to pique his interest and become his side-project of the month.
But most of all, he was a genuinely good kid. He would always give generous tips to old Jira – the widow who ran the small grocery store down the street, and he’d do whatever Shmi and Qui-Gon asked him to, albeit with at times a cute pout or well-natured sigh – but that just made him seem more human.
Obi-Wan was twenty-five years old when his father had suddenly remarried and Anakin Skywalker had come into his life – only a boy of nine years at the time. It had been awkward to see a boy sixteen years his junior succeed at every aspect of life that Obi-Wan struggled in. Sure, Obi-Wan had his close friends and a successful career, but none of that was ever much acknowledged by his father. Shmi would sit with him at times and talk cordially about his life over a cup of tea, but he struggled to really see her as a mother – or Qui-Gon as a father, for that matter.
The years passed. Obi-Wan moved into a share house with Vos and some other friends, then eventually into his own small apartment downtown. Anakin graduated from high school and was accepted into one of the top universities for engineering, and Qui-Gon called asking whether Obi-Wan would have a spare room available to house his younger brother during the semester.
It only rankled Obi-Wan slightly that Qui-Gon had made the effort to contact him only for the sake of Anakin, and he had been hesitant over the phone, but then Anakin had come over all doe-eyed and fidgeting hands the next weekend, glancing off embarrassedly to the side as Qui-Gon asked again on his behalf and Obi-Wan relented.
The boy was a vision. Thick, curly waves of light brown hair framed a face that seemed to mimic an ancient Greek statue meant to depict the finest beauty. He was tall – taller than Obi-Wan and yet he seemed to shrink into himself a little when it was just the two of them. He would snap his neck up every time Obi-Wan entered the room, eyes wide and wet mouth slightly agape, like he was somehow lost in thought – yet his mind had gone completely blank in the same instant. It was fascinating, and Obi-Wan often observed the boy with interest – something he would chalk up to his somewhat clinical approach to the world.
Where Anakin was warm and open, Obi-Wan was cool and reserved. The only time Anakin seemed any different was when he was sneaking glances at his older brother. It was the same now as it had always been – even as a young boy, Anakin had watched him with a quiet intensity and poorly disguised curiosity. Perhaps it was because Obi-Wan did not shower the boy with such open affection as everyone else did, or perhaps the boy simply didn’t know how to act around his older brother. Either way, it was something Obi-Wan had noted throughout the years, and with them now living together, there was an undeniable tension that echoed throughout the house.
If the boy was an angel, then he looked up to Obi-Wan as if he was a God. He would immediately blow off whatever plans he had with friends for the evening if Obi-Wan mentioned needing help with something around the house, almost eager to be put to work by his older brother – and at the smallest praise or compliment his pupils would dilate and breath stutter, shoulders perking up like a well-trained house pet ready to receive further attention from its owner.
That analogy was really what had made Obi-Wan realise, and then experiment.
The first time “good boy, Anakin,” had fallen from his lips as Anakin completed a chore he’d set for him, the boy had jolted as if shocked and swayed as if his knees my give out, stuttering out something barely resembling English as he floundered to his room and promptly shut the door, not emerging until hours later with red rimmed eyes, flushed cheeks and tousled hair.
A brush of a hand over the boy’s shoulder would have him melting into the touch, and the one-time Obi-Wan had ruffled Anakin’s hair while whispering Annie into his ear, the boy had gasped so wetly that Obi-Wan couldn’t help but claim his lips with his own – tongue sucking up heated moans and lapping at Anakin writhing tongue as the boy scrambled into his arms against the kitchen counter.
He'd never forget the sound Anakin made as he spread the boy’s legs and unzipped his pants, trailing a hand over the smooth, heated flesh of his cock for the first time – it was somewhere between a gasp and a groan – similar to the sound one makes when audibly choking. With only a few strokes the boy had been teary eyed and bucking his hips wildly into his step-brother’s fist, begging for something – anything – that he’d been good and needed this so badly that he couldn’t go to sleep at night without cumming into his fist at the thought of his brother sneaking into his room at night and fucking him silly while his parents slept unknowingly across the hall.
Obi-Wan had never felt so violently passionate in his life as when he’d choked Anakin on his dick and watched the boy cum all over himself as his throat was fucked and abused – he’d gulped down Obi-Wan’s orgasm like it was holy water, groaning in bliss as it settled in his belly while his own seed cooled against his tanned thighs.
So, it had become a ritual.
Obi-Wan was the only one that saw this side to Annie – his Annie – all cock-hungry and whoreish with his legs spread and ass up, begging for Obi-Wan to fuck his waiting hole with cock. Kneeling between Obi-Wan’s legs on days the older man would work from home, slobbering all over Obi-Wan’s cock as the man typed away on a document, letting his beautiful younger brother warm his dick until he was ready to properly fuck him with it – either his throat or his beautiful hole.
Anakin was a great fuck. He took everything Obi-Wan gave him and then begged for more – endlessly aroused by the control and authority that Obi-Wan would exert in the bedroom.
Who knew the angel-eyed pretty thing that topped his classes and seemed unattainable to even the most attractive of his classmates would drop to his knees at a moment’s notice if his step-brother commanded it, unhook his pants and insert a plug into his hungry ass to wear all day at school just so that it could be replaced with Obi-Wan’s cock when he finally arrived home. Anakin would do anything if it meant Obi-Wan would shove his prick inside one of his holes and call him his pretty perfect boy while he used him for his own pleasure.
It was exhilarating. It was filthy. And it was their little secret that Anakin was only perfectly ruined for one person in life – perhaps the one person who he should be most off-limits to.
Obi-Wan’s thoughts were cut off as the rhythmic squeaking of Anakin’s childhood bed was interrupted by a gargled groan around his fingers as they fucked into his lover’s mouth in time with his cock fucking into the boy’s ass.
“Fuuuuck, Obi-Wan, aaahh – fuck,” Anakin slurred around his fingers, hips thrusting obediently up and down to meet Obi-Wan’s in a slap of heated skin – his poor dick rubbing wet patches into the baby blue sheets as Obi-Wan pounded him with every downwards thrust.
They were over at Shmi and Qui-Gon’s for the holidays, but the couple had gone to do a big shop downtown and with the snowstorm outside, they wouldn’t be back for hours.
Not that anything could stop Obi-Wan from fucking into his little brother. From drawing out the sinful sounds of rapture with every stroke of his cock against his little brother’s prostate, every stretch of the boy’s rim around his thick cock causing them both to groan in ecstasy.
“Fuck me – God – fuck me,” Anakin pleaded as Obi-Wan’s dripping fingers slipped from his mouth and began to torture his peaked nipples with soft caresses and punishing pinches.
Obi-Wan bit down harshly into the crook of Anakin’s neck, sucking ruthlessly as Anakin wailed – the younger boys hips losing their rhythm as he let himself be used like a toy by his older brother, dick getting squeezed against his stomach and the sheets as Obi-Wan rocked his cock as deep inside of him as he could.
“Oh fuuuck,” Anakin sobbed as he reached down to massage his belly – his older brother’s cock so long and thick that he could feel exactly where it was nestled up inside of him, throbbing with every clench of his anus around the intrusion.
“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Obi-Wan growled as he gave the boy’s nipple one last harsh pinch with the nail of his thumb before moving down to play with the trails of cum connecting the soaked tip of Anakin’s dick to the bedsheets.
At his touch, Anakin shook and Obi-Wan felt another dribble of precum obediently spill out from his little brother’s dick.
“It’s like you’ve wet yourself,” Obi-Wan spat, hand gripped unforgivingly at Anakin’s cock as he began to grind his cock into the deepest reaches of Anakin’s hole – making the younger boy scream as his cock throbbed with the need but inability to cum.
“Please, Obi-Wan, let me cum on your cock,” the boy begged inconsolably, already pushed to the brink by the hours of pleasure the older man had put him through.
“No,” Obi-Wan gave Anakin’s pert ass a harsh slap, making the boy groan in pleasure – hips bucking wildly but helplessly in his grip. “That wouldn’t be very holy so close to Christmas, now would it, Annie.”
“Oh fuck, please,” Anakin moaned, the filthy words only making his mind melt further.
“I said no you little slut,” Obi-Wan punctuated his insult with another loud slap that had Anakin dissolving into a fit of sobs into the sheets. “Now be a good boy and hold your cock for me while I fuck you – in fact –”
Obi-Wan licked his lips as he reached over to the shelf next to Anakin’s small bed, picking up a set of pearly white rosary beads.
“- I know you won’t be able to stop yourself from cumming so I’ll help you out, sweet thing,” Obi-Wan chuckled as Anakin gave a muffled whine into the sheets, before pulling the smaller boy up into his lap and lightly grazing the beads against the side of his cock.
“Mm—” Anakin gave a small moan as his head rolled up to the ceiling, short gasps falling from his lips at the smallest tease to his prick – already so close to cumming from the feeling of his brother’s cock buried inside of him. “What’s that?”
“Don’t worry about it sweet thing,” Obi-Wan smiled as Anakin shivered at the term of endearment, slowly draping the beads around the base of Anakin’s cock to form a ring.
He pulled the beads taught to test them, watching with satisfaction as Anakin let out a broken moan at the pressure – already the beads were beginning to grow glossy with the precum that had dripped down Anakin’s cock as Obi-Wan had milked the boy’s prostate for hours.
Anakin looked down with a shuddering breath, expression going from fucked-out bliss to confused shock as he watched Obi-Wan loosen the ring up before trailing the cross up to the head of his dick, messaging it into the slit as Anakin let out a surprised “oh” as more wetness budded out, coating the cross in beads of pearlescent cum.
“Obi-Wan, that’s filthy!” Anakin cried out, being forced to bite his lip a second later so as not to let the proof that he was enjoying this leak out as he watched Obi-Wan masturbate him with the rosary, dipping each bead into the head of his dick and pulling it out with a satisfied hum when it came back glistening with sin.
“It’s okay, Annie, you may be a filthy slut,” Obi-Wan punctuates the insult by popping a row of three beads into his little brother’s dick at once, Anakin gasping at the stretch, “but God forgives everything.”
Anakin gives a weak moan, melting into Obi-Wan’s embrace and clenching around his cock, seeming to give up the fight.
“Aah,” the boy gasps as he begins to fuck himself up and down on the older man’s cock, suddenly remembering its presence. “Ooooh fuuuck—”
“That’s it, baby,” Obi-Wan praises as he pops the inserted beads out of Anakin’s urethra, alternating between giving the boy’s cock light strokes and tightening the ring of rosary beads around his throbbing member. “Make me feel good, little one.”
“Ooh—Obiw—Ahn! Ah, fuck,” Anakin mewls as he loses himself entirely, no thoughts in his head but of how good it feels to be fucked and desecrated by his stepbrother.
Obi-Wan pants harshly as he begins to fuck his hips forward in time with Anakin’s little jumps, ignoring the tingling numbness in his thighs and focusing on the delicious heat and constriction that Anakin’s inside coat his dick with.
“Fuck, yeah, baby, that’s it,” Obi-Wan moans as he begins to lose himself in the rhythm, “you gonna cum for daddy?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Anakin sobs with a shaky nod of his head that’s interrupted by a harsh thrust up from Obi-Wan’s cock, making the younger man fall forward onto all fours as Obi-Wan changes position, easily fucking his cock in and out of the slick heat presented to him.
“Mm, fuck, yes, daddy, oh—” Anakin moans, reaching down to jerk himself off with the rosary beads hanging limply off of his hard dick.
“Yeah, God— touch yourself with those beads you little cockslut,” Obi-Wan moans, one hand holding Anakin’s hips as he effortlessly fucks his cock into his boy’s abused hole while the other reaches down to press his shoulders down into the bed, forcing even further submission from the boy.
Anakin moans at the motion, looking up at him like he’s all there is in the universe as he rolls the beds over his cock, little whimpers falling from his lips with every press of the beads into his aching dick.
“Get them all dirty for daddy, sweetheart—want you to put them right up against the tip of that pretty little cock of yours—get them all messy for me and then cum all over them honey.”
Anakin sobs as he obeys, moving his hands so the rosary lies wound up in his palm, fucking the tip of his dick into the nest of beads.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking close daddy,” Anakin moans through broken sobs of pleasure.
“Yeah?” Obi-Wan groans, fucking in quick and fast, feeling his own balls tightening on the cusp of release. “Gonna pray for daddy’s cock? For daddy’s cum to fill you up?”
“Mmm, please, father in –ah – heaven, I need – oh, -- I need your cock to fuck me full of cum please in the name of the—ghh”
“Finish the fucking prayer Anakin,” Obi-Wan swears as he trembles above the boy, more aroused than he’s ever been in his life. “In the name of the?”
“Mmph—the father—”
Obi-Wan gives a harsh, deep thrust at the word that has Anakin’s toes curling as he babbles through the prayer.
“Th-the son-nnngh—” Anakin sobs as Obi-Wan gives another rewarding thrust at the hymn. “A-and the hhh—spirit – fuck please –”
“Good boy, Annie,” Obi-Wan moans as he gives one final, deep thrust as feels his cock shoot a massive load off inside of Anakin’s clenching hole.
“Oh my God,” Anakin gasps, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his dick finally spurts his semen out all over the beads, “holy fuck— Obi-Wan!”
They collapse in a head on the bed, gasping hot breaths into each other’s mouths as snow piles up outside.
There’s still time for some very heavy making out before they need to shower and get presentable.