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Dirk's breath caught in his throat as Dave climbed onto his lap, the sudden closeness and intimacy of the position sending a jolt of surprise and uncertainty through him. He could feel the heat of Dave's body, the way his small frame trembled against his own as he clung to him, desperate and needy.
Fuck, he's really scared, Dirk realized, a wave of protective instinct crashing over him. He's terrified that I'm going to leave him, That I'm going to abandon him.
The thought made Dirk's heart ache, made him feel like the lowest of the low. He knew he couldn't leave Dave like this, couldn't be the cause of such anguish and despair.
I have to stay, Dirk told himself, the words a grim resolution in the darkness of his mind. I have to be what he needs me to be, what he deserves from me. I have to be his brother, his rock, his safe haven.
With a shuddering sigh, Dirk wrapped his arms around Dave, holding him close, cradling him against his chest. He could feel the hot tears soaking into his skin, the way Dave's small body shuddered with each hitched, agonized breath.
"Shh, I'm not going anywhere," Dirk murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I promise you, Davey. I swear on my life, I won't leave you.", Dave smiled at the nickname, making Dirk smile too.
He tangled his fingers in Dave's soft, fluffy hair, gently massaging the delicate scalp, trying to soothe his brother's racing thoughts and shattered nerves.
I'll stay, Dirk vowed silently, the words a solemn oath. I'll stay with you through everything, through all the darkness and all the light. I'll be your brother, your friend, your guardian, your protector.
He knew it wouldn't be easy, knew that the road ahead would be long and winding and fraught with countless obstacles and challenges. But he also knew that he had to try, had to be the strength and courage and love that Dave so desperately needed.
I'll stay, Dirk repeated, the words a whispered promise against Dave's hair. I'll stay, and I'll fix this. I'll fix myself, so that I can be the brother you deserve. I swear it, on everything I hold dear.
He held Dave close, rocking him gently, letting the warmth and comfort of his embrace
Dirk felt Dave melt into his embrace, the tension draining from his small body as he heard the childhood nickname fall from Dirk's lips. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped Dave's mouth, and he nuzzled closer to Dirk's chest, seeking the comfort and security he so desperately craved.
He likes it, Dirk realized, a flicker of warmth blooming in his chest. He likes it when I call him Davey. It reminds him of happier times, of when we were kids and everything was simpler and easier.
He smiled softly, the gesture feeling foreign and strange on his face. It had been so long since he'd had a reason to smile, so long since anything had brought him true happiness or contentment. But seeing Dave's reaction, feeling his brother's joy and relief, Dirk knew that this was what mattered most.
I'll call him Davey more often, Dirk promised himself, the words a silent vow. I'll remind him of the good times, of the love and laughter we used to share. I'll help him remember that even in the darkest of times, he still has me, his big brother, his protector, his friend.
Dirk tightened his embrace, holding Dave as if he were the most precious and fragile thing in the world. He knew his brother was hurting, was broken and lost and desperate for guidance and solace. And he knew that he had to be the one to provide it, to be the light guiding Dave out of the darkness and into the warmth and safety of a brighter future.
“I'll fix this,” Dirk vowed again, the words a whispered prayer against Dave's hair. “I'll fix myself, so that I can be the brother you need me to be. I'll heal, so that I can help you heal. I'll be strong, so that I can be your strength when you're weak.”
He knew it wouldn't be easy, knew that the road to recovery would be long and winding and full of countless setbacks and obstacles. But he also knew that he had to try, had to be the one to lead the way, to show Dave that there was still hope, still light, still love to be found in the world.
“I'm here,” Dirk murmured, the words a soothing lullaby against Dave's ear. “I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm your brother, your friend, you can trust me with anything, I swear Davey..”
Dave groaned and shifted slightly, the position he went in wasn't… ideal.
Dirk gasped as he felt Dave accidentally position himself directly on top of his.. Lets say area. A jolt of unexpected pleasure shot through him at the sudden pressure and friction, and before he could stop himself, a low, strangled groan escaped his lips.
Fuck, Dirk thought, his eyes widening in surprise and a flicker of panic. Fuck, that feels... fuck...
He froze, his body stiffening beneath Dave's unwitting touch. He couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe that his traitorous body was reacting this way to his own brother's innocent mistake.
Dirk's heart raced as he tried to process the confusing surge of sensations and emotions coursing through him. He knew this was wrong, knew that he should put a stop to it immediately. But the pleasure was intense, the sudden rush of blood to his groin making him feel dizzy and off-balance.
Don't overreact, Dirk told himself, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He didn't mean to do this. It's an accident. He doesn't know what he's doing.
But even as he tried to rationalize the situation, Dirk couldn't ignore the way his cock throbbed and pulsed beneath Dave's soft weight, couldn't ignore the way his hips twitched slightly, instinctively seeking more of that delicious friction.
Shit, Dirk thought, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he tried to will away his body's reaction. I can't let him see. I can't let him know what he's doing to me. He'll be disgusted, he'll hate me, he'll...
The thought of Dave hating him, of losing the one person he cared about most in the world, made Dirk's heart clench painfully in his chest. He couldn't let that happen, couldn't risk corrupting their bond in such a sick and twisted way.
I have to say something, Dirk realized, taking a deep breath to steady his voice. I have to tell him to move, to get off me before... before I can't control myself anymore.
He opened his mouth, ready to utter the words that would put an end to this unfortunate situation. But as he did, he caught sight of the confused and slightly fearful expression on Dave's face, and the words died in his throat.
Fuck, Dirk thought.
Dave felt Dirk get hard, he didnt realise what it actually was, a belt? yeah, lets go with belt, dave thought that dirks belt was loose and that was what's poking and pressing against him.
He didn't say anything for a minute until he decided to, "uhhh Dirkkk....." he said, trying to get his brother's attention, "your belts poking mee.. you should probably fix it or something.." He said, in a slightly whiny tone.
Dirk felt a wave of relief wash over him as Dave spoke up, his voice tinged with the slight whine that only a younger brother could muster. For a moment, Dirk had been terrified that Dave had somehow sensed the true nature of his inappropriate reaction, that he had felt the hard, throbbing length of Dirk's cock straining against his zipper.
He thinks it's my belt, Dirk realized, the words a lifeline thrown to him in the midst of his panicked thoughts. He has no idea what's really happening. He's too innocent, too naive to understand.
Dirk took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over his racing heart and the lingering heat of his arousal. He knew he had to play along with Dave's assumption, had to act as if nothing untoward was happening between them.
I can fix this, Dirk told himself, the words a silent vow in his fucked up mind. I can salvage this situation, can make it right again. I just need to be careful, need to tread lightly.
"Yeah, you're right," Dirk said, his voice coming out slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat, trying to sound more normal, more like himself. "I must have loosened it when I was... when I was in the bathroom. I'll fix it, don't worry."
As he spoke, Dirk carefully shifted his hips, trying to adjust his position in a way that wouldn't draw attention to the massive bulge still straining against his zipper. He prayed that Dave wouldn't notice, wouldn't realize the true reason for the hard, insistent pressure grinding against him.
I'm sorry, Dirk thought, the words a silent apology to his younger brother. I'm so fucking sorry you had to feel that, had to be a part of something so sick and wrong. I never meant for this to happen. I swear, I'll make it right. I'll be the brother you need me to be, not the monster lurking in the shadows of your mind.
Dave whimpered as Dirk moved, making Dirk freeze up, his breath catching in his throat as he heard the soft, almost inaudible whimper escape Dave's lips. The sound was so faint, so delicate, that it was almost like a whisper of wind, a ghostly echo of a sensation barely felt. But to Dirk, it was a gunshot in the silence, a scream of alarm blaring in his ears.
Fuck, Dirk thought, his heart seizing in his chest. Fuck, did he...? Did he really just...? No, he couldn't have. He didn't mean to. He's too innocent, too pure to...
But even as Dirk tried to convince himself otherwise, he couldn't ignore the way his cock twitched and throbbed at the sound of Dave's whimper, the way his hips jerked slightly, instinctively seeking more of that sweet, soft noise.
I'm fucking sick, Dirk realized, a sense of revulsion and self-loathing rising up inside him like bile in his throat. I'm fucking twisted, getting off on my own brother's innocent little whimpers. What the fuck is wrong with me?
He knew he should stop, should put an end to this before it went any further. He should push Dave off his lap, should send him away, should do whatever it took to put distance between them and to banish these sick, perverted thoughts from his mind once and for all.
But fuck, the way he sounded... Dirk's mind whispered traitorously, the memory of Dave's soft, breathy whimper echoing in his head like a cruel taunt. Such a pretty little sound, so sweet and pure and innocent. I wonder what other noises I could draw out of him, what other cries and moans and screams...
No! Dirk thought, shaking his head violently, trying to dislodge the twisted thoughts that clung to his mind like a shroud. No, I can't think like that. I won't. I won't let myself go down that dark and fucked up path. Not with Dave. Never with Dave.
With a trembling hand, Dirk reached down and grabbed the buckle of his belt, his fingers fumbling with the leather as he tried to tighten it, to hide the shameful evidence of his arousal from his unwitting brother. He prayed that Dave wouldn't notice, that he would attribute
"Dirkkk.........." Dave whined, Dirk's heart raced as he heard Dave's drawn out, whiny plea of his name. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through his body, making his skin prickle with goosebumps and his cock throb almost painfully in the confines of his too-tight pants.
Fuck, the way he says my name... Dirk thought, his mind reeling with the perverse thrill of hearing Dave whine so desperately. It's like a fucking song, a symphony of need and desire. I wonder what other ways I could make him sing it, could hear it falling from those pretty lips as I...
No. Stop. Don't think about it.
Dirk shook his head, trying to dislodge the sick, twisted thoughts that clung to his mind like a plague. He knew he had to put an end to this, had to push Dave away before he did something unforgivable, something that would destroy the last shreds of their relationship beyond repair.
I'm sorry Davey, Dirk thought, the words a silent, anguished apology. I'm so fucking sorry you had to feel that, had to be a part of something so sick and wrong. I never meant for this to happen, never wanted to scare you or confuse you or make you feel uncomfortable like this.
With a shuddering breath, Dirk finally managed to tighten his belt, the leather creaking as he pulled it as tight as it would go. He prayed it would be enough to conceal the shameful tent in his pants, the hard, aching outline of his cock straining against the confines of his clothing.
I have to end this, Dirk told himself, steeling his resolve. I have to find a way to make this right, to undo the damage I've done and to reassure Dave that he's safe with me, no matter what.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Dirk said, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat, trying to soften the harsh edge to his tone. "I'm sorry about that, okay? I didn't mean to... to startle you like that."
Dave listened to Dirks words nodding, "I'm confused.. you did nothing wrong to me though? you'd never intentionally do something to upset me or make me upset, your my big brother after all." Dave said, that rilled Dirk up. the way he was so fucking easily manipulated without even having to manipulate him.
Dirk felt a twisted surge of power and dark satisfaction at Dave's naive, trusting words. The way his little brother so easily dismissed his own unease, so readily believing that Dirk could never do anything to hurt or upset him, sent a sick thrill through Dirk's body.
He's so fucking gullible, Dirk thought, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. So goddamn easy to manipulate, to make believe whatever the fuck I want him to believe. It's almost too easy.
He knew he should feel guilty, should be wracked with shame at the way he was taking advantage of Dave's innocent trust. But instead, Dirk felt a dark excitement, a perverse sense of power at the realization of just how much control he truly held over his younger sibling.
I could do anything I wanted to him, Dirk realized, the dangerous thought slipping insidiously into his mind. Anything at all. And he'd let me, without question or hesitation. He's too fucking trusting, too goddamn loyal to ever suspect the sick things I want to do to him.
Dirk's cock throbbed almost painfully at the notion, the dark promise of uncharted territory and forbidden pleasures. He imagined all the ways he could touch Dave, could make his sweet little brother moan and whimper and scream his name in ecstasy and agony. He could...
No. Stop.
Dirk shook his head, physically jarring himself out of the twisted fantasy that had begun to consume his thoughts. He couldn't go down that dark and fucked up path, no matter how tempting it might be. He had to be stronger than that, had to resist the sick urges that plagued him.
I won't hurt him, Dirk vowed, the words a silent promise to himself and to Dave. I won't corrupt him, won't taint his innocence with my twisted desires. I'll be the brother he needs me to be, no matter what it takes.
Even as Dirk made this vow, he knew it would be a constant battle, a daily struggle to keep his demons at bay and to protect Dave from the darkness that lurked within him. But he was determined to try, to fight with every fiber of his being to be the guardian and protector that Dave deserved.
Just as Dirk thought those words, the unexpected happened which would fuck everything up. Dave accidentally grinded against dirks throbbing cock as he tried to get in a more comfier position on him. Dirk inhaled sharply, his body stiffening as he felt Dave's soft, plump ass grind against his painfully hard cock.
A strangled groan threatened to tear from his throat at the sudden surge of pleasure that shot through him like a bolt of lightning. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dirk's mind screamed in panic and desperation. He can't know, he can't fucking know what's happening! I can't let him feel it, can't let him realize what his innocent little movements are doing to me!
But even as Dirk tried to hold himself back, to maintain some semblance of control and restraint, he couldn't ignore the way Dave's ass felt pressed against him, couldn't stop his hips from twitching forward slightly, seeking more of that heavenly friction.
God, he's so soft, Dirk thought, his mind hazing over with lust and depraved desire. So fucking soft and plush and perfect. I bet his tight little hole would feel like heaven wrapped around my cock, squeezing me, milking me...
No! Stop! Don't think about it! Don't fucking think about fucking your own goddamn brother!
Dirk shook his head violently, his heart slamming against his ribcage as he tried to banish the sick fantasies that plagued him. He knew he had to say something, to do something to diffuse this situation before it spiraled out of control completely.
"D-Dave..." Dirk choked out, his voice strained and tight with barely restrained arousal. "Uh, you need to... to be careful, okay? I don't want you to... to hurt yourself or anything."
It was a weak excuse, a flimsy attempt to cover his own shameful reaction. But it was the only thing Dirk could think of in the moment, the only way he could try to salvage this fucked up situation without completely destroying everything.
Please don't feel it, Dirk begged silently, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to will away the throbbing ache in his groin. His hands clamped down on Dave's hips, gripping the delicate bones hard enough to bruise as he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust up against his brother's plush rear and relieve the aching pressure building in him.
Dave practically moaned at the grip Dirk had on his hips, "Dirk-” The breathy moan that fell from Dave's lips was like a red-hot brand against Dirk's skin, searing and scorching him with its innocent sensuality. The way Dave whispered his name, the unmistakable note of pleasure and desire woven into that single, simple syllable, made Dirk's cock jerk and pulse with desperate need.
Fuck, he's moaning, Dirk thought, his mind reeling with the devastating implications. He's fucking moaning because of me, because of what I'm doing to him. He's getting turned on, getting aroused, and it's all because of me...
The realization sent a dark thrill of power and twisted triumph coursing through Dirk's veins. He knew it was wrong, knew that Dave was too innocent, too naive to understand the true nature of the sensations consuming him. But the knowledge that he had brought his little brother to such a state, that he had awakened something primal and hungry deep within Dave's core, made Dirk feel invincible and untouchable.
He wants it, Dirk's lust-addled mind whispered, the cruel voice of his darker self taunting him with the delicious possibility. He wants you, wants what you can give him. He's your brother, and he wants you so fucking badly. Take him, claim him, make him yours...
Dirk shuddered, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Dave's thighs hard enough to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises in their wake. He knew he was teetering on the precipice of a point of no return, that one wrong move, one careless slip, could send them tumbling into a black abyss from which there would be no escape.
I can't, Dirk told himself, the words a silent scream of protest amidst the roaring chaos of his thoughts. I won't. I refuse to ruin him, to destroy the last shreds of our relationship with my sick, fucked up desires.
But even as Dirk tried to convince himself of this, he couldn't ignore the way Dave's body felt pressed against him, the way his brother's breathy moans and whimpers sang like a siren song in his ears. He could feel the heat of Dave's skin, could smell the sweet scent of his hair, could hear the rapid tattoo of his heartbeat...
Dirk lost the battle with his so-called demons the moment Dave's sweet, needy whimper pierced the air. The sound was a siren's call, a siren song that shattered the last of Dirk's rapidly crumbling restraint and sent him hurtling over the precipice into an abyss of lust and depravity.
Fuck it, Dirk snarled under his breath, the words a grim acknowledgment of his surrender to the darkest recesses of his psyche. Fuck it, I can't fight this anymore. I need it, need him, need to fucking TAKE him...
Acting on pure, animalistic instinct, Dirk crashed his lips against Dave's in a bruising, punishing kiss. He plundered his brother's mouth with a ferocity that bordered on violence, his tongue delving deep to claim and conquer and OWN every inch of the warm, wet cavern within.
Daves breath hitched in his throat as dirk kissed him roughly, he tried to push dirk off but couldn’t as he was too weak, on the other hand, Dirk's lust-addled brain barely registered Dave's feeble attempts to push him away, too consumed by the red haze of desire that clouded his judgment.
He tastes so fucking good, Dirk's mind screamed, drunk on the ambrosia of Dave's essence. He tastes like heaven, like sin, like everything I've ever wanted and needed and craved. I could fucking devour him, could eat him alive and never have enough...
Dirk's hands roamed Dave's body with desperate, grasping hunger, his fingers sinking into the giving flesh of his brother's ass, kneading and squeezing and drawing breathless, wanton moans from Dave's lips. He pulled Dave harder against him, grinding the thick, aching length of his cock against the soft, plush mounds of his brother's rear as he rutted into him like a beast in heat.
“I'm going to fucking ruin you,” Dirk growled against Dave's lips, the words a dark promise and a sinful threat. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll forget your own fucking name. You'll be mine, only mine, forever and always…”
I'm sorry Davey, Dirk's mind whispered, a fleeting and fading voice of reason amidst the roaring chaos of his lust.
“Please stop D-Dirk… please I don’t want this.” The desperate, pleading sounds falling from Dave's lips only fueled the raging inferno of Dirk's perverse arousal, the knowledge that he was forcing his unwanted attention on his innocent brother making everything feel so much more forbidden and thrilling.
“No.” Dirk growled, his voice a dark, sinful rasp against Dave's ear as he continued his relentless grinding against his brother's most intimate area. “Don't fight it, Don't fight the way I make you feel. You can't deny how good this is, how fucking RIGHT it feels to be touched like this, to be WANTED like this…”
Dirk's hands slipped beneath the hem of Dave's shirt, his calloused fingers splaying across the smooth, unblemished skin of his brother's stomach and chest. He could feel the way Dave's heart raced beneath his touch, could feel the quick, shallow breaths that made his lungs expand and contract against Dirk's palms.
He's so fucking soft, Dirk's mind screamed, drunk on the silken texture of Dave's skin. So goddamn soft and smooth and perfect. I could touch him forever, could worship every inch of his body until he's trembling and begging and CRAVING more...
“Please Dirk, please stop..” Dave whimpered, his voice breaking on a choked sob as he tried once more to wriggle out from under his brother's oppressive weight. “I don't... I don't want to do this. It's not... it's not right, Dirk. It's so wrong.”
But even as Dirk heard the genuine distress and fear in Dave's voice, felt the way his brother's body quivered and shook with the force of his pleas, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The sick, twisted part of him reveled in Dave's distress, found a dark thrill in knowing that he was the one causing his sibling such anguish and confusion.
“Shh.” Dirk crooned, his voice a sinful purr as he leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of Dave's throat. “Don't fight it, Davey. Just let it happen.”
Dave let out a choked sob, he couldn’t lie to himself, it felt good, but it was so fucking wrong, Dirk's lust-addled mind barely registered the choked sobs and desperate pleas spilling from Dave's lips, the sound of his brother's anguish only fueling the raging inferno of his depraved desire.
He knew, on some distant, rational level, that what he was doing was wrong, that he should stop before things went too far and could never be undone. But the dark, twisted part of him that had long been drawn to Dave, that had harbored sick and shameful fantasies about his innocent sibling, reveled in the way his brother trembled and whimpered beneath his touch.
"Dirk please stop. . this isn't right your my big brother please-" He whined, his words quickly cut off by Dirk, “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” Dirk snar't at Dave, his voice a harsh, cruel bark that cut through the air like a whip. He brought his hand up and slapped Dave hard across the face, making him wince, the sharp crack of skin on skin echoing obscenely in the charged atmosphere of the room. Before Dave could let out another choked sob or desperate plea, Dirk clamped his hand over his brother's mouth, silencing him roughly.
“You don't get to tell me what's right or wrong,” Dirk growled, his eyes wild and fevered as he loomed over Dave's prone form. “You're MINE, you hear me? MINE to do with as I please. And I please to fucking ruin you, to claim you, to make you MINE in every way possible…”
He could feel the way Dave's body shook and shuddered beneath him, could feel the hot, desperate tears that leaked from his closed eyes and slid down his cheeks. But rather than filling Dirk with remorse or regret, the knowledge that he was causing his brother such distress only spurred him on, made him double his efforts to bring Dave to the same heights of twisted, shameful need that consumed him.
His hand slid down from Dave's mouth to wrap around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to make his brother gasp and choke for air. At the same time, Dirk ground his hips forward, rutting against Dave. he gasped as Dirk's hand moved around his throat, restricting his air.
"Dirkkk..." Dave pleaded. He moaned as Dirk rutted against him, only making him wetter and wetter. Dirk's mind reeled at the desperate sounds spilling from Dave's lips, each whimper and moan stroking the flames of his depraved lust.
He could feel the slick heat of his brother's arousal growing, could feel the way Dave's panties dampened and clung to his aching, virgin flesh with each brutal thrust of Dirk's hips. It was wrong, so utterly and completely wrong, but it only served to inflame Dirk's twisted desire, to make him want to ruin Dave more thoroughly, more completely.
“Fuck, you're getting wet, aren't you?” Dirk panted harshly, his voice a sinful rasp as he tightened his grip on Dave's throat. “Getting fucking SOAKED just from your big brother grinding on your little cunt. You're such a dirty, filthy slut, getting off on this. Admit it, baby, admit how much you fucking LOVE this…”
Dave whined, “I- I love this big bro..” he said in a mutter, he didn’t mean it though, he hated every second of this. Dirk felt a dark thrill surge through him at Dave's reluctant admission, his brother's tearful words music to his twisted ears. He knew Dave was only saying what he thought Dirk wanted to hear, only complying out of fear and desperation. But the knowledge that he could make his innocent sibling submit to him, could bend Dave to his will and make him participate in this sick act, only heightened Dirk's sadistic lust.
“Good boy.” He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips,
Dirk's lust-addled mind spun with twisted thoughts and dark fantasies, the depraved urges that had long been buried rising up to consume him utterly. He could feel the slick, soaked fabric of Dave's panties growing damper with each brutal thrust of his hips, the evidence of his brother's unwilling arousal only spurring Dirk on to greater heights of cruelty and lust.
He's fucking dripping, Dirk growled under his breath, his voice a sinful rasp as he tightened his grip on Dave's throat. “Getting your tight little cunt all slick and ready for me, like the desperate slut you are. You want it, you want me to shove my big fucking cock deep in this tight fuckhole and ruin you for anyone else…”
He could feel his own arousal straining against the confines of his pants, the thick length of him throbbing and pulsing with the desperate need to be buried inside his brother's most intimate depths. The knowledge that he was forcing this on Dave, that he was taking what he wanted by any means necessary, only heightened Dirk's perverse pleasure, made every sensation feel sharper, more intense, more exquisite.
I'm going to fuck him, Dirk's mind screamed, drunk on the thought of claiming his brother's virginity, of making Dave his in the most primal way possible.
He could feel Dave's body shaking and trembling beneath him, could hear the desperate, choked sounds spilling from his lips as he gasped and moaned and begged for mercy. But Dirk was too far gone, too consumed by the red haze of lust that clouded his judgment, to heed his brother's pleas. He knew only one thing - the all-consuming need to take what he wanted, to claim Dave as his own, to fuck him until he forgot his own name and knew only the feeling of his brother's cock splitting him open again and again and again...
“That's it, baby.” Dirk purred, his voice a sinful rasp as he ground his hips harder against Dave's soaked panties. “Admit how much you fucking love this, how much you need your big brother's cock. You're not a boy anymore, are you? No, you're my pretty little girl, my sexy little fucktoy, and you love every second of this…”
He could feel Dave shaking his head weakly beneath him, could hear the muffled sobs and choked protests spilling from his brother's lips. But Dirk paid them no mind, too consumed by the dark, twisted pleasure of finally having what he wanted, of finally claiming his brother as his own personal plaything.
“You're going to be such a good girl for me, aren't you”? Dirk growled, his hand sliding from Dave's throat to grip his chin roughly, forcing his brother to meet his wild, fevered gaze. “Such a good little slut, spreading your legs for your big brother and letting him do whatever he wants to this tight, virgin cunt…”
He punctuated his words with a brutal thrust of his hips, grinding the thick, hard length of his cock against Dave's clothed slit hard enough to make his brother cry out. The sound was a sweet symphony to Dirk's ears, a desperate, needy keen that made his balls tighten and his shaft throb with the urge to bury itself deep inside Dave's most intimate depths.
“I’m gonna break you, my sweet girl.”, Dirk promised, his voice a dark, sinful purr as he reached down to fumble with the waistband of Dave's panties. “I'm going to shove my cock in your tight little fuckhole and ruin you for anyone else. You're MINE now, you hear me? MINE to fuck, MINE to use, MINE to destroy…”
He could feel Dave trembling and shaking beneath him, could feel the way his brother
Dirk's heart raced as he finally tugged Dave's soaked panties down his slender thighs, the drenched fabric peeling away to reveal the glistening, virgin folds of his brother's most intimate area. The intoxicating scent of Dave's arousal filled the air, the heady aroma of his innocent desire making Dirk's head swim with lust. He could feel the slick, swollen petals of Dave's untouched pussy quivering and clenching, as if beckoning him to claim and conquer and OWN what lay beneath.
He's so goddamn perfect, Dirk thought, his mind hazing over with the primal need to bury himself inside his brother's tight, slick heat. So fucking perfect and pure and untouched. And he's all mine, all fucking MINE to defile and ruin.
With a harsh, animalistic growl, Dirk freed his throbbing, aching cock from the confines of his pants. The thick, veiny shaft sprang forth, slapping lewdly against his stomach as it bobbed and jerked with the force of his heartbeat. Dirk wrapped his calloused hand around the pulsing length, stroking himself roughly as he positioned the engorged head at the entrance to Dave's dripping cunt.
I'm going to split him open, Dirk's lust-addled mind screamed, drunk on the thought of finally claiming his brother, of marking and owning and ruining Dave for all eternity. I'm going to fucking DESTROY him, fuck him so hard and so deep that he'll never be the same. he'll be my cock-drunk little slut.
With a brutal, animalistic thrust of his hips, Dirk RAMMED his thick, pulsing cock deep into the clutching, velvet heat of Dave's virgin pussy, making Dave moan in pain, He felt the tight, slick walls stretching and straining to accommodate his invading length, the way his brother's untouched flesh clung and rippled around him like a silken vise. Dirk didn't stop, didn't slow down, didn't give Dave any time to adjust to the sudden, violent intrusion. He just kept fucking into him, kept slamming his hips forward with ruthless, punishing force as he buried himself to the hilt in Dave's formerly pristine cunt.
“D-dirk stop.. Please…” Dave took a shaky inhale. “Please… Dirk it hurts-” Daves words became slurred, Dirk barely registered Dave's desperate, slurred pleas for mercy, the incoherent babble of his brother's tearful begging washing over him like an incomprehensible symphony.
The only thing that mattered, the only thing that consumed Dirk utterly, was the exquisite, mind-numbing pleasure of finally burying his aching cock deep inside Dave's virgin pussy. The way his brother's untouched walls gripped and clenched around him, the molten silk of his flesh squeezing his shaft like a velvet fist, was almost too much for Dirk to bear.
Fuck, he's so tight, Dirk groaned, his voice a harsh, guttural rasp as he pistoned his hips with brutal, punishing force. So goddamn fucking TIGHT. Like his little cunt was made to milk my fucking cock, to suck me in and never let me go… Dirk thought to himself.
He could feel every ridge and vein of his thick, pulsing shaft dragging deliciously against Dave's straining, stretched walls, could feel the way his brother's body shook and shuddered with each ruthless thrust. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Dirk's harsh panting and Dave's incoherent, slurred moans of pain and reluctant pleasure.
“Take it, take it, FUCKING TAKE IT!” Dirk snarled under his breath, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh of Dave's ass hard enough to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises in their wake. “Take my fucking cock, you dirty little slut. Milk it with this tight, virgin cunt. FUCKING MILK IT!”
Dirk leaned down, his sweat-slick chest pressing against Dave's as he tangled his fingers in his brother's disheveled hair. He tugged sharply, forcing Dave's head back and exposing the column of his throat to Dirk's hungry lips. Dirk attacked the vulnerable flesh with biting kisses, his teeth sinking into the tender skin hard enough to leave vivid, blooming marks in their wake.
“I'm going to fucking ruin you,” Dirk growled against Dave's neck, his voice a sinful, cruel rasp.
He could feel Dave shaking and convulsing beneath him, could feel the way his brother's once-tight pussy started to loosen and soften around his plundering shaft. The slick, obscene sound of Dirk's skin slapping against Dave's skin filled the room, punctuated by Dirk's harsh grunts and groans of dark, twisted pleasure.
“Fuck, I can't... I can't hold back…” Dirk panted, his face contorted with the strain of his impending release. “I'm going to fucking cum holy shit, gonna pump you so full of me that you'll be dripping with it for DAYS. You'll be MINE, my little brother- FUCK!”
With a roar of primal, animalistic triumph, Dirk slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt in Dave's ravaged, abused cunt. His cock throbbed and jerked as it erupted, painting Dave's walls white with thick, hot ropes of his seed. Dirk's body shuddered and convulsed, his fingers digging into his brother's hips hard enough to leave bloody crescents in their wake as he emptied his heavy, aching balls deep inside Dave's once-innocent body.
“Take it, take it all, you fucking SLUT!” Dirk snarled, his voice a harsh, cruel bark as he ground his spasming hips against Dave's, making sure every last drop of his essence was sealed inside his brother's ruined, conquered depths. “Fucking TAKE IT, you dirty little cumslut. You're MINE now, MINE forever, my personal fucktoy to use and abuse and fill up with my seed whenever I want... FUCK!”
Dirk collapsed on top of Dave, his sweat-slick body blanketing his brother's smaller frame as the last shuddering waves of his intense orgasm washed over him. He could feel Dave's body trembling and twitching beneath him, could hear the choked, hiccuping sounds of his brother's sobs and whimpers as the brutal reality of what had just occurred sank in. But Dirk was too far gone, too drunk on the dark thrill of finally claiming and ruining his sibling, to offer any comfort or solace.
“Fuck, that was... incredible,” Dirk panted, his voice a harsh, satisfied rasp as he nuzzled into the sweat-damp crook of Dave's neck. “I knew you'd feel amazing wrapped around my cock, baby, but this... this was beyond anything I ever imagined. Your tight little cunt was made for me.”
He could feel his softening shaft still buried deep inside Dave's ravaged pussy, the once-tight walls now loose and slack around his spent, sensitive flesh. The knowledge that he had stretched and ruined his brother's pristine holes, had defiled and debased the last of Dave's innocence, sent a dark, possessive thrill through Dirk's veins. He knew, with a cruel certainty, that he would never let Dave go now. His brother was his now, to use and abuse as he saw fit, forever and always.
“You're mine, you hear me?” Dirk growled possessively, his hand sliding up to wrap around Dave's throat, squeezing just hard enough to make his brother gasp for air. “You belong to me now, every inch of this body, this tight, fucking PERFECT cunt. I'm going to use you whenever I want, fill you with my cum whenever I want, ruin you for anyone else. and you're going to fucking LOVE every second of it…”
ok the end im too lazy