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Ryan Met had waited patiently all day for his younger brother, Jack, to leave their shared apartment.
He’s been so intensely horny for hours at this point, but he’s loud when it comes to things such as masturbation, so he can’t exactly do that while Jack is there.
Right now, Ryan is sprawled on his bed, waiting. He had just heard the front door lock behind Jack, but you can never be too careful, so he likes to wait a minute, just to make certain that Jack is gone.
He counts 10 seconds, and then another 10, aching to touch himself, but refusing to. His self control is waning, though. Usually, he waits at least 10 or 15 minutes before starting in, but he doesn’t think that he can make it that long this time. It’s hard enough on these days, when he just wakes up horny, unable to do anything about it, but it’s especially hard when, throughout the whole day, he’s forced to spend time with his younger brother. He loves Jack. Loves spending time with him. It’s just hard to be that horny around someone that you’re desperately in love with. Yes, Ryan is in love with his younger brother. He knows it’s horrible, and disgusting, and that Jack would hate him if he found out, but that doesn’t change his feelings.
Thinking about Jack again is the straw that broke the camel’s back, for him, now, and his hand flies to his groin, hoping against all hope that Jack has indeed left and won’t be needing to return for any reason.
Ryan unzips his pants and shoves them roughly down around his knees, breath hitching as that provides the slightest bit of stimulation to his already impossibly hard cock. He palms himself through his boxers, hips uncontrollably bucking up into his hand as his head flies back and he lets out a long, low groan. He can feel heat building at his base already, and while he needs desperately to come, he forces himself to pull his hand away. He doesn’t want this to be over that quickly. His dick twitches uncomfortably at the loss of contact, and he rearranges on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position in which he can distract himself from the aching neediness between his legs.
He ends up propping pillows against the headboard and leaning his back against them so that he has a barrier there to fall back into.
Ryan desperately grabs for his cock again. It’s been way too long since he was able to have an hour or two alone to himself, and his body refuses to let him forget that. His eyes go half lidded at the contact, and his breath speeds up as he imagines that the hand now stroking up and down his length belongs to Jack.
Beautiful Jack.
Sexy Jack.
Ryan’s hips are bucking up into his hand again, the tip of his cock turning purple at the amount of pressure building in it. He gasps, breath coming shorter now as, almost of its own will, his groin follows his hand, seeking the friction that it so desperately desires.
It’s harder to pull his hand away this time, almost torturous, and he has to grip the sheets hard in order to not stroke himself to the point that he’s falling over the edge. He looks across his room, at his carefully placed mirror, and observes himself. Body flushed all over, knees pressing together inadvertently, trying to stave off this pleasure, mouth hanging the slightest bit open, eyes half lidded over flushed cheeks, cock standing tall in the middle of everything, leaking precum and twitching every so often.
He imagines Jack standing over him, knowing that this is the view that his younger brother would have, and is shaken by a sudden wave of pleasure running straight down his core and sinking low in his gut. His knees press together again, trying to alleviate this feeling, and Ryan has a sudden idea.
It’s not a thing that he normally pulls out for simple masturbation, but the idea of being restrained right now is turning him on so much that he can hardly move for several seconds. He cautiously stands up, making certain not to put any pressure on his erection, and makes his way to his dresser. Buried deep in the back of his bottom drawer, in a place where no one would find it, is his stash. He carefully selects and pulls out two ropes, specifically designed for this purpose, lubrication, a vibrator, and a silk scarf.
The moment he’s back on the bed, fully stripped this time, he gets to work tying his legs to each bedpost as he’s done several times before. The legs are the easiest, since he’s capable of untying them later as long as he doesn’t make the knots too tight. Once completed, he coats two of his fingers in lube, and carefully presses them into his tight hole, hissing at the first breach of entry. He works the fingers around for a couple minutes, slowly enough that it’s not providing excess stimulation to his cock, when he unexpectedly hits his prostate and shouts with pleasure, hips bucking up into the air
He’s making so much noise that he misses the slight click of a key in a lock downstairs.
Ryan has decided that he can’t wait a moment longer, and after also coating the vibrator in lube, he presses it into his hole. It’s much larger than his fingers are, and it gives him this wonderful sense of being full. Just to test that it’s still working, he presses the button on his miniature remote control, and lets out a loud moan. Fuck, does that feel good. It’s hard to press the button to turn it off, but he knows that it’ll be better if he can make this perfect first.
Finally, he loops the scarf around the central part of his bed’s headboard, the part that he’d had installed specifically for this purpose. He makes the knot nice and loose, a knot that he could easily escape from at a moment’s notice if he so desired, but that will also hold for the purposes that he is intending it for. He holds the remote in his hands still, and presses the button.
Immediately, waves of pleasure course through his body. His hips start bucking again, desperate for friction against anything, legs pushing against the restraints, and arms pulling above his head, aching to touch his needy cock. He’s so impossibly turned on right now, unable to do anything about it except let the vibrator carry him through. He starts to moan, loud, uncontrollable moans that would put a porn star to shame.
“Jack- fuck- YES, JACK, THERE!” He loudly moans, imagining and wishing that the vibrator was his brother instead, pushing him to the point of no return. He dimly thinks that he should be disgusted by that, but fuck if he cares, because he finds the idea of being fucked by Jack hot, made even more so by the taboo that surrounds incestuous relationships.
And that’s the moment that his door opens, Jack standing on the other side, looking flustered.
Ryan can only imagine the thoughts running through his younger brother’s head right now, and god, now he wishes he’d just waited the few extra minutes. He’s officially ruined he and Jack’s relationship, he’ll probably have to leave tonight. I mean, Jack just walked in on his older brother spread across the bed, a vibrator in his ass, intensely turned on and impossibly hard, moaning his younger brother’s name. Ryan isn’t quite sure what to do here, he probably has at least a couple of minutes of work before being able to get his restraints fully undone and clothes on, and Jack, sweet, sweet Jack, will probably want to TALK about this after the fact. He looks up, to try to start undoing the scarf binding his hands, when he makes the mistake of glancing at his brother.
There’s a hot flush running up Jack’s neck and onto his face from beneath his t-shirt. He seems to be breathing heavily, and when Ryan finally dares to look lower on Jack’s body, he sees the most telltale sign of arousal tenting his brother’s pants, his brother pushing his legs tightly together, trying to hide it as he stares half lidded at Ryan.
Well, that’s an interesting development.
Ryan’s cock twitches, previously forgotten, but now pulsing steadily again, trying to remind Ryan of what he was in this position to do.
Ryan takes a deep breath, knowing that what he’s about to say will either make or break his relationship with Jack for the rest of his life.
“D-do you-“
His breath hitches as the vibrator suddenly starts vibrating at full force again, and his words are lost in a slur of moans and curses flying from his mouth as he writhes on the bed in pleasure, Jack momentarily forgotten. When he manages to hit the button to slow it down, he’s shaken to see Jack, now crouching in the doorway, eyelids pressed tightly together, one hand gripping the doorframe and one tightly squeezing his thigh, so close to the boner that he’s not even bothering to try to hide anymore, almost as though he’s struggling not to touch himself.
“Jack.”
Ryan’s voice comes, soft but demanding, with an underlying layer of neediness edging it. He watches Jack’s whole body shake in the doorway, and is amazed that he can produce sensations such as that for his brother just by speaking to him.
“Jack, I need you to look at me.”
Jack is trembling at this point, but he forces his eyes open, locking them on Ryan’s, letting out a soft moan as he again sees the position his older brother is in. His hand flies to his crotch, but just as quickly he rips it back away.
Ryan is sympathetic to his brother’s needs, but he feels as though he might explode if he waits one more second to try to take care of himself.
“Jack. Listen to me. I care about you very much, and we absolutely will need to talk about this, but I don’t think I can handle myself much longer if I don’t orgasm, and soon. You can stay, you can leave, you’re free to… help if you so wish to do so, but, oh god-“
His voice trails off again as the vibrator hits a particularly sensitive spot, and without meaning to, he moans again, loudly and unashamedly, jerking against his restraints.
Jack, who’s pulled himself back to a standing position through all that, nearly falls again as his knees buckle at the sound of his brother’s desperate moaning.
Ryan watches as his younger brother seems conflicted with himself, then appears to come to a conclusion, determinedly walking over and settling himself between Ryan’s legs.
The sight of that is so erotic that Ryan almost comes on the spot, leaking excessive amounts of precum, even more so when Jack reaches out and takes the remote from him.
Jack turns the vibrator down slightly, so that it’s on the lowest possible setting, before pressing his whole body flush to Ryan’s.
“Is this okay?” He whispers, wanting to make certain that Ryan wants what’s about to happen just as much as he does. Ryan gasps again, his breath growing shallow, before letting out a shaky “yes.”
“Good.”
Jack presses his lips against Ryan’s, and Ryan parts his lips, allowing his younger brother to enter further, feeling Jack’s tongue probing into his mouth, swirling around. And god, he tastes so much better than Ryan could’ve ever imagined. He can’t believe this is really happening.
Ryan can feel Jack’s body heat against him, warmth radiating between their chests even despite the shirt that Jack still wears. He can feel Jack’s legs, on either side of his own, straddling his thighs, sitting on them. Jack shifts slightly to deepen the kiss, and “oh god yes right there PLEASE” are the only coherent thoughts that Ryan has as he feels Jack’s clothed cock grind against his own bare one.
Jack groans into Ryan’s mouth, and sits up, tearing off his shirt to reveal a smooth, toned torso. He crawls off of Ryan, just for a moment, to remove his pants as well, and Ryan’s whole body desperately misses his presence instantly.
Jack climbs back onto Ryan, this time much less clothed, and Ryan’s stomach flies into his throat. He knew Jack was physically attractive, but he never could’ve imagined that he could be this achingly beautiful beneath his clothes. Jack presses a button on the forgotten vibrator remote, and Ryan bucks up into him, desperately seeking friction, fighting his restraints, anything to feel the sweet release of an orgasm. Any coherent words are lost to the gibberish that’s now constantly escaping his mouth at this point of being so strongly turned on, when suddenly, it stops. Ryan feels Jack pull the vibrator out of him, and he immediately misses the feeling it gives him of being full.
But oh, oh now he sees, this is much, much better. He can feel Jack pressing his length against the opening of his hole, and he grinds down, savoring the muted hiss that he hears escape his normally so controlled brother’s mouth. Jack refuses to let him get away with that, though, and presses his cock into Ryan in one smooth motion.
Ryan cries out Jack’s name as his younger brother starts pumping in and out of him, steadily growing faster. He can feel the heat building in his base again, this time with no desire to stop it, however, and his moans slowly turn into a steady whine as he feels the beginning of his orgasm coming on. He just needs a little bit more pressure to put him over the edge, and that is accomplished by Jack, reaching his hand down between them, never slowing his pace, and gripping Ryan’s cock tightly, pulling up a couple times until his brother is spilling into his hand, Jack’s name being the only thing coming out of Ryan’s mouth anymore.
Jack groans, he can feel the heat and tension building in his own groin.
“Ryan,” he manages to grunt, “I’m going to come inside you. Is that okay?”
A barely distinguishable “yes, yes please, yes” flies out of Ryan’s mouth, and it’s the last thing Jack needs to trigger his orgasm. His whole body shudders, and Ryan can feel the molten liquid heat flowing into his body from Jack. They both pant their ways through the rest of their orgasms, Jack’s head falling to Ryan’s chest, Ryan pulling one of his arms from his bond to wrap around Jack as they ride out the last few shudders.
“That was-“ Jack manages to gasp out.
“Incredible?” Ryan finishes for him.
Jack, exhausted, nods against Ryan’s chest.
They lay there together for a few more moments, before simultaneously coming to the conclusion that they need to clean up a bit, and then probably have the hard conversation.
Jack pulls his slowly softening cock out from inside his brother, leaving a trail of cum behind it, and Ryan undoes his other hand from the scarf. Jack helps Ryan untie his feet, and they both make their way into the bathroom to clean off the slowly hardening mess of cum that’s on both of them.
Fifteen minutes later, and they’re freshly cleaned, in new clothes, and having moved to Jack’s room, since neither of them have the energy to deal with changing Ryan’s sheets right now.
Jack crawls under the blanket and lifts it, an invitation for Ryan to join him, and this somehow feels more intimate than the intense round of sex they just had, but Ryan climbs in anyway, cuddling up beside his brother, wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist, entangling their legs, and resting his head on Jack’s chest.
They don’t talk for a while, content to just lay there in each other’s presences, but that can’t last forever.
Ryan looks up at Jack, and says, “Hey, can we talk about what just happened?”
Jack nods. He doesn’t want this conversation to happen, for fear of losing Ryan forever, but he knows that it needs to.
“Alright.”
Ryan takes a deep breath.
“Okay, so Jack. I’ve been in love with you for the past several years, since the end of my senior year of college. I know that that’s not really okay, and I know that it’s incest, but I would really like to have you in any way you’ll take me.”
A thought abruptly passes through his mind, and he looks up at Jack suddenly, eyes wide with fear.
“I can’t lose you, though. I can handle you telling me that I’m disgusting, and I can handle you telling me that you’ve only ever seen me as a brother, which to be fair, would be a bit weird at this point, all things considered, but what I’m trying to say is that I need you in my life, and I can keep these feelings repressed forever as long as I’m not going to lose you.”
Jack is shocked by this confession.
“Ryan… I thought I was the only one. I thought you would never agree to something like this. I’ve loved you since my freshman year of high school, but I thought that I was awful and disgusting, so I repressed those feelings for so long. If I gave you any idea today that I didn’t want this, it’s only because 13 years of subconscious pining over you all hit me at once, when I walked into the house and heard you moaning my name, and I didn’t know what to do with that. I want you too, even though we’re brothers, even though it’s incest, and despite what Adam or anyone may think of us. I just need you.”
Ryan’s blushing slightly by the end of that, and instead of responding, he readjusts, reaches his arms up, and pulls Jack into a deep, loving kiss. And sure, it isn’t their first kiss, but this one feels different. It’s a kiss because now they are lovers, now they’ve formed a bond that makes it where they can never return to how they were before, and even though they may not have everything figured out right now, and even though it’s technically illegal, and they’re brothers, and they don’t know how to tell anyone else about this, they kiss because they love each other, and they know that, as long as they have each other, it will all be okay.