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For six months, I’ve kept the house quiet. It’s the only way to stop thinking about him. About that one kiss. The one we never talked about. Then Noah shows up, his band dead and his tail between his legs, and shoves his way back into my life.
Now he’s here, sleeping in the room down the hall. He walks around half-naked, leaves his shit everywhere, and acts like nothing ever happened. But every time he looks at me, I see it. He remembers. And I want to do things to him I’ve only ever seen in the darkest corners of the web.
I tell myself to keep control. I tell myself we’re brothers. But my cock gets hard every time he’s in the room. I want to taste him, to own him, to do the kind of filthy shit to my own brother that’s for sure criminal. He’s a storm, and I’m about to let him burn my whole fucking world to the ground.
*7787 words
*This story explores explicit and taboo themes. It contains graphic sexual content, including incest between adult brothers, fisting, snowballing, blowjobs, and more. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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