I suppose it's time I talk about my Big Brother, Eric.
Eric is 20, a year older than me, and hot as fuck. He was the leading scorer for our high school's basketball team and played varsity from Freshman year on. He's 6'5", built like a Greek God, adorned with luscious, wavy, golden brown hair. Oh, and he's hung like a fucking pornstar.
Of course, I'm quite the athlete too. Though I'm 5 inches shorter than Eric, I still have an impressively fit body; a nice tight chest, rippling arms and abs, and a perfectly fit-but-juicy bubble butt that bounces when I walk (or ride cock) and can flex on command.
But Eric is such a hunk. It's kind of hard not to end up a cock-hungry slut if you lived in the house I lived in. Eric was always working out with his other jock athlete bros, and walking around the house shirtless. The smell of jock musk and sounds of grunting, cheering, and playful cajoling filled the house every day. Not to mention Daddy's beefy, muscular self was always around working out with the boys and helping them with their jock progress. Ugh, it's such a horny jock house.
Apart from Eric being the world's sexiest jock, he was also the kindest boy who was always eager to help out someone in need, no matter the circumstance. It was partly because Daddy raised both of us to be upstanding individuals, but also because Eric was a bit, well, dim. In fact, intellectually speaking, he was about as dumb as the proverbial box of rocks. Eric had no ability to reason or apply logic, and he was extremely gullible. The only reason he was successful in school was because of his once-in-a-generation basketball skills and his incredible looks, that had the teachers, male and female alike, perpetually dazed and incapable of giving him a bad grade, even if he didn't turn in the assignment. Also, every jock in our town was this way, so perhaps that was the expectation, and nobody challenged him to be smarter.
I, on the other hand, was quite the successful student on performance alone. 4.0 GPA, debate team, swim team, and participated in plenty of extracurricular groups. Sure, some of the teachers wanted to fuck my tight juicy bubble butt, but that was in addition to being the top Senior in our school.
But Eric being a dumb, gullible, sexy, hung, puppy-brained jock was exactly how I wanted him. He was sweet and kind, and incredibly manipulatable.
Around a year ago, coincidentally right after my 18th birthday, I started devising ways to trick Eric into manhandling me and maybe even going further with him.
Because all three of me, Eric, and Daddy were fit athletes, we never wore shirts and almost always had on the skimpiest running shorts, that showed off our incredible thighs and thick jock butts. Mine was just a little bit juicier than theirs, but honestly not by much.
One morning, Eric was making his protein shake in the kitchen before heading off to school. He was shirtless (
duh
) and wearing a pair of blue Nike 5" running shorts. By the imprint of his fat cock, which also somehow was leaking pre-cum through the fabric, I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear.
"Hey, big bro," I said playfully, as I entered the kitchen, grazing his chest with my fingers. By this point, I had been occasionally touching Eric's nude torso every chance I got, sometimes pinching his nipples or tracing my finger along his well-defined v-cut. It never failed to make his cock bounce in response, just like it did now.
"Eh? Oh, hi Sammy!" Eric said in slight surprise. "Good morning sleepy head!" Eric turned to face me and ruffled my hair.
"Oh my goshhh, stop!" I said in mock protest. Eric was spurred on by this resistance and wrapped his arms around me, chuckling.
"Ha! I don't know what you're talking about, lil' bro. I just wanna give you a morning hug!"
Eric and I grappled for a moment. I made sure to turn my body away from him and immediately shove my juicy jock ass into his pre-soaked shorts. As he rumpled my hair and pressed himself against me, I began grinding my ass up and down, feeling the length of his cock sliding over my ass crack, which was covered by a thin layer of fabric. This went on for about 30 more seconds. Eric's laughter vibrated throughout my whole body. For a second, I thought I heard him make a grunting sound, but I wasn't sure.
I broke free from Eric's gorilla grip, and turned to face him.
"Jesus, big bro! You're so strong!"
"Whoops, sorry bro. I got carried away. Even though you're fit as fuck, I forget that you're like 5 inches shorter and 50 pounds lighter!"
As Eric and I chuckled at this, I looked down at his shorts. His cock was now nearly fully hard, practically begging to be released from its confines. The pre-cum stain had grown as well, and I could even see it throbbing slightly.
Holy shit
.
Eric watched the path my eyes traveled and looked down at his own package. I watched him realize how hard his fat sausage had gotten and blush. He quickly turned around to hide it and finish making his protein shake. I smirked as I left the kitchen to get ready for school.
This little exchange went on for several weeks. I would taunt my Big Bro into a shirtless wrestling match so that I could rub his cock. Sometimes it was my juicy ass grinding on him, other times it was my hands groping at his chest and abs and "accidentally" slipping down to the front of shorts so that I could feel the length of his fat, throbbing, leaking donkey dick. Each time, I left him a confused, horny mess.
I knew it was getting to him too because usually after our little encounters, he would bring over his girlfriend Madison after practice and fuck her brains out. Daddy and I would sometimes hear their fucking from the bedroom while we sat in the living room watching a TV show. Madison would squeal and moan and encourage Eric to fuck her harder. And Eric would grunt and yell profanities. I would giggle as this happened, knowing I caused the reckless horniness in Eric. Daddy would sit on the couch and stare fixedly at the TV, but I could see him trying to discreetly hide his fat boner with his big strong hands. He sort of gave the game away though by being unable to stop from gently stroking his cock through his shorts and would eventually have to leave and "go to the bathroom."
Our house was becoming an even hornier environment than it already was. The testosterone levels of three masculine jock athletes who kept their bodies in tip-top shape was already enough to make any woman who entered it swoon with lust. But now that I was practically edging Eric every morning and afternoon, everyone's fuck sticks were on the precipice of shooting ropes of cum at any moment. And my sweet jock pussy was here for every last drop.
insert break***
Summer rolled around, along with more playful wrestling matches with me and Eric. Eric had just graduated, and his girlfriend was about to leave town for another college. Luckily Eric was going to school here at the university to play D1 basketball.
It was hot as fuck in the house, and Daddy was super cheap trying to ensure that we only used the A/C for when it the temperature hit triple digits, making wearing only skimpy shorts a necessity, and not just for fun. We were all practically sweating constantly.
With no school and a break from school sports before the private club season started, things were getting a little boring. So one morning, I thought I'd spice things up.
I had just woken up and could hear the sounds of a mild argument in the living room carrying upstairs.
"Come onnn, babe," I heard Eric pleading desperately.
"No, Eric!" I heard Madison reply, with a little bit of impatience. Evidently she had stayed the night.
"But it's-" Eric lowered his voice to a whisper, but I had finally gotten out of bed and crept down the stairs, stopping at the last step so they wouldn't hear me. "It's just so fucking hard."
Oh
, I thought.
"Eric, you're such a pig!" Madison said in outrage. "I'm not going to suck your cock right now, I have to go to help my mom with the garden."
"But Babe!" Eric said, even more desperate. "I didn't even get to cum last night."
