Author's Note: All characters over eighteen, you know the drill. And hey, would ya look at this, my first foreword. I'm moving up in the world.
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A Foreword from the Editor:
Readers, this is it. This is the one that broke me.
I've been friends with Xarth for going on 9 years now, and I've been editing his work for perhaps half of that, albeit mildly-Xarth's stories seemingly spring forth fully formed. We talk a lot, spitball ideas, share kinks, and have a pretty good idea of what gets the other off.
A while back, I sent him a clip from the film A Simple Favor; those of you who've seen it know which scene I'm talking about. Inspired by the clip, and knowing exactly which buttons of mine to push, he wrote Brotherfuckers, evidently to hit precisely my kinks. Folks, I've never read something this gorram horny. I kept having to stop reading entirely, my face and body absolutely burning, completely unable to focus on what was ostensibly my job.
I hope it has the same effect on you.
Lovingly, LizHaze
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Steph woke up in the dark. As far as she could tell, it was still full night out. She wasn't sure what had roused her.
Her best friend, Blake, was snoring softly beside her, still fast asleep by all indications. It had gotten late while Steph was over, and it had been easier just to crash than go all the way home. It wasn't any big deal.
But now the door was creaking open. Steph frowned and lay still. That wasn't normal. No one else slept in the room. Not that she'd ever known. Blake's parents, older brother, and younger sister were all in the house, but none of them should have any reason to intrude.
There was just enough light that with her eyes cracked, Steph could make out the form moving closer. She had a brief panic that it was an intruder. Someone here to do... something. Something bad. She didn't know what to do if it was. There was precious little she could do to stop an attacker.
Luckily, it was nothing so dramatic as that. The figure crouched down and whispered at Blake. Steph breathed a sigh of relief as she recognized Ezra's voice. It was just Blake's brother. Not an ill-intentioned stranger.
"Blake. Psst. Blake." Ezra gently shook Blake's shoulder.
Blake awoke with a tired grumble. "Ugh. What?"
"You awake?"
"Obviously I wasn't. Shush. You'll wake Steph up."
Blake turned in the bed and stared at Steph for a long moment. Steph didn't know that there was any reason to continue feigning sleep, but she did anyway. Whatever Ezra wanted, she probably didn't need to be involved.
"What do you possibly need at this time of night?" Blake asked, sounding slightly more awake now.
"You know."
"Oh come on. Obviously not now."
"You promised. We didn't have time yesterday. I got you, you know."
"Yes, I know. If you wanted it that badly, you should have got me earlier. It's so late."
"Sorry. But... Steph was around."
"She still is."
"She's sleeping."
"And I really don't want her waking up."
"... we could be quick."
Blake sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "How quick?"
"Really quick."
"You promise?"
"Promise."
"Fine. But think next time."
Steph was confused as all hell about this whole conversation. She couldn't see very well for a moment as Blake rearranged herself, and she didn't dare adjust her position as well for fear of being noticed.
Despite her caution, Steph very nearly gave herself away. Even in the dim light, with her bad angle, and Blake still kind of in the way, she figured out what had just happened. Ezra had his dick out.
The lack of light worked in Steph's favour. Her wide eyes and silent gasp were hidden from Blake and Ezra. They might have noticed if they looked right at her, but they were too distracted for that.
Blake wasn't bothered by her brother's cock. It must have been what they were talking about. She was taking it far too in stride for anything else. And she was... reaching for it.
Steph put a hand over her mouth, not caring that it would give her away so easily if one of them saw it. What the fuck was going on? What was this?
Ezra groaned as Blake gripped his shaft.
"Damn, see?" he said softly. "It's way better when you do it."
"I know that, dummy," Blake said a tad smugly. "I was never arguing that. Your timing's atrocious, is all."
"I got horny."
"Yeah, I can kinda tell." Blake made a low noise in her throat that might have been a sign of arousal. "Kinda love it when you're not quite hard yet."
"I know."
"Of course you do. But quick, yeah?"
"Yeah. Of course. Ready when you are."
Blake's arm moved. Her hand on his cock. Her brother's cock. Stroking him. What the fuck?
Despite herself, Steph was fascinated. She wanted to be horrified. To run screaming from the room, or close her eyes and make it all go away. To wake up and experience the relief of it all being a dream.
But instead she watched. Just watched. Her hand fell away from her mouth. She lay still. And watched.
Blake didn't spend long jerking Ezra off. She shifted again, Ezra stepped a little closer, and all of a sudden her mouth was on his dick instead of her hand. Along with her hand, actually. She held her brother's cock at the base, and sucked the top half in her mouth.
Blowing her brother. An actual blowjob. She couldn't do that. She couldn't. Her brother!
Steph was all confused, mentally and physically. She tried to piece it together. To make some kind of sense of this puzzle. And her body... her body was worse.
She felt all warm. Too warm. She wanted to throw off the covers, even just for a second. But that was out. It was too late to give up her pretense of sleep now. She was committed.
Steph's tummy fluttered. Her heart beat faster.
It was shock, probably. All of it. Shock at what her best friend was so casually doing. At no point, not once, had Blake expressed reservations about the act itself. Only that Steph was there and might see. She'd done this before. Blake had sucked her brother off before this. Probably a few times anyway.
How had Steph never known this? How?
Except... except obviously Blake wouldn't tell her. They told each other everything, but this...
Whatever this was, it was no wonder.
Steph bit her lip and maintained her silent vigil. Blake's sucking was getting a bit sloppy and noisy. To the point she might have awakened Steph mid-blowjob had she not been alerted previously. In fact, yeah, Steph hadn't been in a particularly deep sleep. This could easily have pulled her from her slumber.
Neither Blake or Ezra seemed to notice or care how risky their game was. Ezra was softly moaning and stroking his sister's hair. Blake was bobbing her head with ever increasing enthusiasm and energy, trying to get her brother to blow his load.
Steph pressed her thighs together. It was doing things to her, just watching and listening. They were right next to her, for goodness' sake. She could reach over and put her arm around Blake without hardly moving, if she wanted to. They were so close.
Why was it turning her on, though? Because it was. It so was. It was so close and visceral, and so wrong. So very wrong.
Blake couldn't blow her brother. She couldn't. But she was. She was sucking him off, making him feel so very good, right beside her best friend whom she assumed was oblivious to it all.
"Oh fuck," Ezra hissed.
Blake made an encouraging noise without taking her mouth off him.
"Gonna cum."
Blake's head kept bobbing back and forth on him.
"Gonna cummm."
Ezra grunted, and Blake's pace slowed down. There were no sounds for a moment other than some thick swallowing, then a slightly sloppy pop as Blake released her brother's cock and leaned back panting softly.
"Happy now?" Blake asked.
"Very. Thanks, sis."
"Mmm, well... you're welcome. My turn next."
"Yeah, of course."
Blake leaned in and licked at Ezra's softening cock, cleaning it up a little, then patted his leg and settled back under the covers. "Night, Ez."
"Night, Blake. That was great."
"Mmhm. Damn right it was."
Steph could only contain herself so long. Ezra had only been out of the room barely a minute when she finally had to roll on her side, prop herself on her elbow, and let the repressed, uncertain excitement out.
"What was that?" Steph demanded.
Blake stayed totally still for long enough that Steph thought she might actually try pretending she was asleep. Then, "How long have you been awake?"
"The whole time."
"And you didn't say anything?"
"Don't say that like I'm the one who needs to explain myself."
"What's to explain?"
Steph's eyes went wide in disbelief. "You sucked you brother off!"
"Well-"
"You put his penis in your mouth. Just now. I saw. And you sucked him. And he came. In your mouth."
"I mean, yes, that happened."
"So what the fuck?"
Blake pushed herself into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard of her bed. "So, I dunno. Ez and I just, like, do stuff like that sometimes. I dunno. It's no biggie."
Steph sat up too. "It's obviously a biggie. You would have told me if it wasn't."
Blake shrugged. "I didn't want you to, like, think I was gross."
"Blake, come on. It's me. You can tell me shit."
"This was, uh, something I couldn't tell anyone. You get that, right?"
"I do, but it hurts."
"Yeah? Like... it hurts that I didn't tell you?"
"Yes! Obviously!"
"So you would have just understood if-"
"No! Obviously I wouldn't understand. I saw it and I still don't get it. That's not the point." Steph jabbed Blake hard enough to make her protest. "You shoulda told me anyway. Explained it."
"Maybe. Yeah, maybe. That bridge is burned." Blake rubbed her face. "So what do you think?"
"Hm?"
"You saw it. You know now. What do you think?"
"I have no idea what to think."
"Well... give me a hint. Grossed out? Worried? Turned on?"
"... can it be more than one?"
Blake snorted, then made a sound almost like a laugh. She reached over and flicked on her reading lamp, perhaps finally ready to risk some light. "It's kinda hot, right?"
"It kinda is! But... but... he's your brother, though."
"Yeah. That's part of the hotness. I mean, it's fucked, I know. But... I don't know. Nothing else is quite as exciting as messing around with Ez."
"Is that why you do it?"
"Partly, sure. Partly... partly it's just something we do now. We're not always both around these days, but when we are... it's nice knowing you can just, like, go to the other's room and get a little action."
"Oh wow. That's... super casual. For him being your brother and all."
"I know."
"How long?"
"Since we started?"
"Yeah."
"I mean... must have been when I was eighteen, the first time. Toward the end of high school."
"You fucker! That's two years almost, then. Two years you never told me!"
"Yeah, Steph, I know. I really am sorry. I didn't want to hide it. But also... I mean, I suck my brother off sometimes. He eats me out sometimes. You just hide something like that. You just do."
"He... he..."
"Eats my pussy," Blake said, bringing her knees to her chest and leaning her chin on them. "Fingers me sometimes."
"Please stop sounding so casual about it."
