Heath woke to realise he wasn't in his own bed...and that the person beside him wasn't Bianca. Simultaneous waves of relief and dread swept through him. And both were followed by guilt. He shouldn't be glad he wasn't with Bianca and he certainly shouldn't be here with the person who was currently wrapped around him. Letting his eyes wander to Casey's sleeping form, Heath's blood turned to ice when he saw Casey's innocent face. He looked so peaceful now but how long would that last when he woke and remembered what they'd done? Heath didn't move, because he couldn't without disturbing Casey, and delaying the inevitable seemed like a pretty fucking good idea right now. Oh Mother of God, he'd slept with his little brother... Fucked him into the mattress more like it, a gleeful voice whispered in his thoughts, one that could only belong to the devil on his shoulder. Fuck! He shouldn't have done this, it was beyond wrong. So wrong its right? the devil whispered. No, the rational part of his mind argued. So what if Casey had begged him to do it? So what if he'd never felt more satisfied in his life? The simple fact was you aren't supposed to screw your little brother! Casey stirred and Heath saw his opportunity. As quickly as he could, Heath disentangled his limbs from Casey's to make his escape but then Casey's arm was around him, pinning him to the bed.
"Oh no you don't," Casey said with a lazy smile, shifting to press more of his weight on Heath and preventing further escape attempts.
"Casey I..."
"I'm not some whore you can fuck and throw away in the morning," Casey said, blue eyes sparkling with delight, "I'm your brother, I deserve better."
"You think I don't know that?" Heath said, trying his best not to freak-the-fuck-out completely. Did Casey have to actually say it? But really what did it matter? Whether he said it or not, the fact that they were brothers wasn't gonna change.
"So make it up to me," Casey purred, "you hurt my feelings..." But judging by the look on his face, Casey's feelings were anything but hurt.
"What do you want me to do?" Heath asked, slightly intimidated by Casey's forwardness.
"Use your imagination Heath..." Casey said, before leaning down to press kisses to Heath's chest.
"Casey, I'm not sure..." Heath trailed off, knowing there was a reason he should put a stop to this but unable to think of one when Casey's mouth found his nipple, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue. It felt amazing but wasn't there a reason it shouldn't? Heath found it impossible to think as Casey continued to lick his way up Heath's chest, every swipe of his tongue washing more of Heath's hesitation away. Eventually Casey's mouth came to a stop next to Heath's ear, his breath hot on Heath's skin as he whispered into it.
"C'mon Heath, give me something here...you weren't shy last night." Casey pulled back to look at Heath, his eyes hooded and full of lust. God, a minx, that's what Casey was and Heath was helpless against him.
"You can't possibly wanna, you know...again already?" Heath regretted it the instant he said it, if that didn't make him sound totally full of himself, nothing did. But as far as he knew last night had been Casey's first time with a bloke, though Casey did seem to be quite prepared and knowledgeable and had even had the presence of mind to clean them up afterwards. Heath himself had been stripped of all higher brain function by the time they were done. It had been his first time with a bloke too, but, well...he wasn't the one that did the taking...oh boy, why couldn't he just turn his thoughts off like he had last night?Casey smiled a knowing smile, he hadn't missed Heath's seemingly egotistical comment.
"No," Casey smirked, "I wanna blow you. You gonna let me?" Did Heath think forwardness before? Because he meant coyness, if it was to be compare to this... "I promise it'll be the best you've ever had." What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
"How much practice have you had?" Again Heath regretted his words instantly. He did not need to know how many other dicks Casey's mouth had been wrapped around.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Casey laughed, before throwing the sheet back and positioning himself. Was Heath really gonna let him do this? Casey threw him one last devilish look before he wrapped his hand around Heath's swelling cock and lowered his head. Apparently, the answer was yes.
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Casey wiped the back of his hand across his mouth to remove the cum he'd spilled there. And if it wasn't one of the most erotic things Heath had ever seen...
"Not bad for a first try huh?" Casey said cockily, clearly convinced that Heath had loved every fucking second of it. And you know what? He wasn't wrong, even if he was a tormenting little shit. Nothing had ever felt so good. How the hell was Heath ever supposed to say no to him again?