Easter Wank With My Little Bro

Everyone is 18.Chapter 1: Morning WankMy eyes snapped open at 11am, the stupid sunlight hitting my eyes through the curtains, but casting a warm glow across my room. The house was alive with the presence of family—aunts, uncles, grandparents—all gathered downstairs, their voices audible from up here, melding into a holiday-specific background noise. I’d been home from college for two days now, and as much as I had looked forward to being back, I needed to take advantage of some alone time. My little brother, Cody, had been shadowing me like a lost puppy, which was sweet, but also… a lot. I needed space. I needed to breathe.And, if I was being honest, I really needed to wank.I rolled out of bed, my body still heavy with sleep, and realized my phone was dead—forgot to plug it in last night. Damn it. I stretched, the cool air of the room brushing against my bare ass, and felt the familiar throb of morning wood leading the way as I padded over to my desk. My laptop was already open, waiting for me like an old friend.I stood, leaning forward to reach my computer, one hand on the desk, the other instinctively moving to my cock, stroking slowly as I pulled up a video. Some big-titty girl was going to town on a couple of frat guys, and I couldn’t help but smirk. It reminded me of my own college escapades—me and my roommate, tag-teaming a sorority girl who’d been all too eager to please. The memory sent a surge of heat through me, my strokes growing firmer as I lost myself in the horniness.But then… I froze. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Cody. Standing in the doorway, just watching.Fuck.I could still hear the chatter from downstairs—my aunts laughing, my grandma’s soft murmurs—but up here, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. I was annoyed, honestly. Couldn’t I get one moment to myself? Without thinking, I turned away from him, giving him nothing but the view of my ass, hoping he’d take the hint and leave me be.But he didn’t. Instead, I heard the soft click of the door closing, followed by the sound of footsteps crossing the room. My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced over my shoulder, and there he was, standing just behind me, his pants down mid thigh and his hand moving in rhythm with mine.My breath caught. I hadn’t seen him like this in years, when we shared a room, and now… fuck, he’d grown. His body was lean but muscular, his chest defined, his abs tight. And his cock—Jesus—it was big. Bigger than mine. A strange mix of jealousy and excitement bubbled up inside me, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to do.He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at me. Just reached over and changed the video, switching it to one where two guys were sharing a girl’s mouth. The sound of her moans filled the room, and I felt my pulse quicken. It was surreal, watching him like this—seeing the way his thick cock moved in his hand, the way his ass clenched as he came, spilling onto a pair of my underwear that had been tossed on the floor.He stayed there, waiting as I finished, and when I did, it was… weird. But also incredible. My orgasm hit me harder than I expected, waves of pleasure rolling through me as I added my own load to the mess he’d made.He gave a nod, like this was the most normal thing in the world, and then he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the lingering warmth of what had just happened.–[]–The rest of the day was a blur. I avoided Cody like the plague—his presence was a constant reminder of what had happened that morning, and I wasn’t ready to face it. I retreated to the living room where the aunts and grandma were gathered, their melodic voices filling the air with stories and laughter. The scent of their perfume clung to the space, warm and comforting, but it didn’t soothe the storm in my head. I tried to focus on their words, on the way grandma’s wrinkled hands gestured as she spoke, but my mind kept drifting back to Cody—his body, his cock, the way he’d stood there like it was nothing.Dinner rolled around, and there was no escaping him. The table was crowded with food and family, the clatter of plates and cutlery drowning out any chance of avoiding conversation. I kept my eyes down, my fork pushing food around my plate, but I could feel him watching me. When I finally glanced up, our eyes met, and he smirked—a knowing, almost teasing smirk. It sent a jolt through me, a mix of unease and something else I couldn’t quite name. Was he… what was going on in his mind?The thought kept me up long after the house had gone quiet. My mind raced, replaying the morning over and over, and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, curiosity gnawed at me. I told myself I wasn’t going to his room, that I’d just lie here and forget about it, but my body betrayed me. Before I knew it, I was standing outside his door, my hand hovering over the knob.I took a deep breath and pushed it open.He was sitting on his bed, shirtless, wearing just a pair of black boxers that clung to his hips. His body was honestly a work of art—lean muscle, defined abs, the kind of physique that made you second-guess yourself. He looked up when I walked in, his eyes lighting up with that same smirk from dinner.“Hey,” he said, his voice low, casual.I swallowed hard, trying to act normal. “Hey. Uh… check this out.”I pulled out my phone and opened the video I’d been scrolling through earlier—a hot twitter slut taking loads on her face from a bunch of guys. I held it out to him, my hand trembling slightly, and he took it, his fingers brushing mine.He watched for a moment. “Nice.”The air in the room felt charged, heavy, and I could feel the tension building between us. He handed the phone back, and as I took it, our eyes locked again. Without a word, he reached for his boxers and pulled them down, his cock springing free. It looked so big–thick and veiny–my mouth went dry.I couldn’t look away.He started stroking himself, slow and deliberate, and I felt my own cock stir in response. My hand moved almost on its own, pulling down my sweatpants and wrapping around my shaft. The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the sound of our breathing and the slick slide of skin on skin.Then he reached over, his hand wrapping around mine, and I froze.“Let me,” he whispered, his voice strangely comforting, and I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and the way he stroked me was nothing like my own hand. It was intense, overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but let out a shaky moan.He didn’t stop there. His body shifted closer, his cock brushing against my thigh, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. His free hand moved to my ass, fingers digging into the flesh, and I tensed, my breath catching in my throat.“Relax,” he murmured, and before I could respond, he pressed his cock against me, grinding it into my ass. The sensation was electric, and I let out a strangled sound, my head spinning. His hand on my cock never stopped, his strokes growing faster, more urgent, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge.Then he pushed—just enough to make me gasp. His cock pressed against my hole, the pressure both terrifying and exhilarating, and I didn’t know whether to pull away or lean into it.“Cody—,” I started, but he cut me off with a growl, his hips rocking against me.“Shh,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “Just let it happen.”I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and when he came, it was sudden and messy, his cum spilling onto my ass and back, dripping down my thighs. The feeling of it—warm, sticky, intimate—sent me over the edge, and I came hard, my hand clutching the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed through me.For a moment, everything was still.Then he pulled away, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. I sat there, my mind racing, my body trembling, and he just looked at me, that same smirk playing on his lips.“See you tomorrow,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief.I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I just stood up, my legs shaky, and walked out of the room, my head spinning and my heart pounding.