My next chance came sooner than expected. The following evening the four of us sat at the dining table. I was sitting across from Henry, who only wears a tank top, exposing his toned, tanned arms and chest. Zac sat to my right and is at least now wearing a t-shirt after walking around all evening without one.
I kept stealing glances at Henry's muscular arms, feel how my lust shuts down my brain. I watch as he leans forward to take a sip of his drink, his body flexing with each movement, the fact that I didn't drool at the sight was everything. The way he moved that wasn't graceful, but I didn't care. It was just so... him. The lack of intelligence didn't seem to affect his overall attraction to me. It almost made him more approachable... In fact, I wondered if he was just as primal in bed.
"So, what are you guys up to tomorrow?" Zac asked, breaking the intense focus I had on Henry. "Besides watching football all day, I mean." He added with a smirk, glancing Dad and Henry. But even so, it was obvious that he hadn't asked the question to me.
"I haven't made any plans yet." answered Henry, before glancing over to our father. "And you dad?"
"Well, the summer house needs a bit of work," began Dad, taking a sip of his beer. "I've been meaning to do some repairs there for a while now, and I suppose I should get started." He glanced between us as if looking for someone to volunteer their help, but we all knew as well as he did that none of us were interested.
Zac stood up from the table, taking his last bite of food and glancing over at me. "Well, I have a game tomorrow, but if I hadn't had one, of course I would have helped." He smirked and tossed his napkin onto the table before heading upstairs.
I followed his progress, watching as he disappeared up the stairs, "He clearly has no interest in helping with the dishes either." I commented, already used to it. "I could go with you if you want, Dad. I don't have any plans either." I offered, but we both knew I wouldn't be much of a help.
Dad glanced at me, then back at his plate, considering his options. "Well, I'm sure you could keep me company at least." He agreed. "And for the dishes, I'm sure your other brother can help you out." He added, looking over to Henry.
I nodded, knowing he didn't plan on doing them with me either. Shortly after, my dad finished with his food as well, stood up, and excused himself, saying he had to go to the store for tomorrow's plans.
"Okay, I'll see you two later," he called as he left the dining room, leaving me and Henry alone.
I sat there for a moment, watching as the front door closed behind him. "So, you want to help with the dishes or what?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Henry shrugged, and with a small smile, he followed me into the kitchen. I turned on the water and started loading the dishwasher until it was full, then I started the machine and looked behind me, at him. "Go grab a towel and dry off the few pieces I have to do on hand."
He smiled back, his eyes meeting mine for a moment before he turned and walked over to the cupboard under the sink. I watched as he opened the cupboard and pulled out a towel, before turning back to me.
"I might help you two out aswell," Henry said, walking over to the sink. "You know, repairing the summer house." He winked, stepping closer to me as I began to rinse a plate.
I smirked back, knowing this was my chance. "I'm sure you could be a great help. You know, with your muscles," I said, letting my gaze linger on his arms as I spoke, feeling a small thrill of excitement in my chest. His muscles did look impressive, even in the casual t-shirt he was wearing.
He seemed to enjoy my comment, smiling before flexing his arm, making the muscles in his bicep pop. "I could be," he agreed.
I couldn't help but notice the way his t-shirt stretched across his broad chest as he moved, and I could feel my heart race a little faster in my chest. "I bet you'd be really good at it," I said, my voice sounding a little huskier than usual. "You could probably get it done in no time."
He laughed, the sound vibrating through me. "Well, I'll try my best," he said, still not quite catching on. "But I'm sure your dad will be way more helpful than I am."
I couldn't help but smile at his innocence. "Oh, he's not as strong as you," I said, moving closer to him, leaning against the counter. "But your right. He has more experience."
Henry hummed. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that," he replied with a smile. His gaze dropped to my lips as he spoke, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me. I couldn't believe I was actually flirting with him like this.
I leaned in closer, and started to play with the hem of his t-shirt, teasing him just a little. "You will certainly be more helpful than me," I said, my voice low and husky. "I don't know what Dad was thinking, honestly."
Henry seemed to be enjoying the attention, his gaze never leaving mine as I continued to tease him. His chest rose and fell more quickly, and I could see the muscles in his arms tensing beneath his skin. "Well, thank you," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Oh, you're welcome," I replied, my voice just as soft and low. "I mean, it's not like anyone else would notice how... talented you are." I said, noticing the effects my praising and touches had on him. It was thrilling to see him respond so visibly.
Henry swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. His gaze dropped to the countertop, and then back up to meet mine. "I... I guess not," he stammered. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I just want to help our dad out."
I smiled, nodding as if I understood. "Of course you do," I said, my voice still low and sultry. "And I'm sure you're going to do a great job." I took a step closer to him, and made sure to streak along his thigh with my knee, brushing against his hardening cock through his jeans. It was an accident, of course; just a casual brush of the knee against him...
"You seem flustered," I said, reffering to the obvious bulge in his pants and trying to get him to feel the need to address it.
He swallowed again. "Sorry about that," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "I've just... I've been pretty horny lately." The admission hung in the air between us, thick and heavy. It was the kind of thing you didn't normally say to your brother, and he knew it. But my work over the past few days had made it impossible for him to not confess.
I smiled, feeling a thrill of power course through me. "Don't worry about it," I assured him. "It's normal for big, strong men like you to be horny all the time. And I'm sure it's been a while since you've had someone to help you... release some of that tension." I let my hand drift over his uppernody, waiting for him to react.
Henry's face flushed even deeper as I touched him, and he couldn't help but shiver slightly at the contact. "You... you really think so?" he managed to say, clearly relieved to hear me say that.
I smiled, nodding. "Of course," I said, my voice still low and sultry. "It's perfectly natural for a man like you to need... release. And I'm sure you've been thinking about it a lot." I let my hand slide further down his stomach, teasing him.
Henry bit his lower lip, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He couldn't hide the way his cock was straining against his shorts, and I could see the bead of pre-cum glistening through the farbric. "I'm just so aroused all the time," He said, starting to open up more to me. "And jerking off just isn't enough. It never really helps me feel better, you know?"
"You know, big guys like you need more than just your hands to feel good," I said, playing with his stupidity. "You've been working too hard and not getting enough... release. And it's starting to show." I leaned in closer, my chest nearly touching his. "I am certain that its the worst after your workouts, right?" I said, a teasing smile curving my lips.
Henry swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on mine. "Yeah... that's right," he managed to say, the admission sounding more like a plea. "It's worse after my workouts. Even when I'm at practice, or at work. It's like my mind just won't stop."
"I could help you with that," I offered, leaning in even closer. "There's a way to get rid of all that tension, and it's a lot more fun than just jerking off." I let my hand slide further down, coming to rest on his hardness through his shorts.
"Really?" He asked, hope and curiosity warring in his expression. "How could you... help me?" He said, taking the bait.
I smiled, my hand sliding further down to cup his thick length through his shorts. "Well," I said, "You know, you could bring someone home with you. Someone who could take care of all that neediness you've got." My fingers found his heavy balls, squeezing gently. "But it has to be someone who can handle it. And someone who is always available when you need them." I said seriously, my eyes meeting his.
Henry looked torn for a moment, his expression shifting from curiosity to uncertainty. "But... I don't know. I don't have someone like that." He hesitated.
I smiled sympathetically, shaking my head. "Oh, come on. I'm sure you could find someone. There are lots of women out there who would be happy to help you out." I gave his cock a squeeze, my fingers moving up and down his shaft. "Or maybe you could... you know... ask around. See if anyone you know is interested."
Henry hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away from mine, and before he could say anything else, I pressed forward. "Look, I can't just leave you like this. It's not right. You deserve to feel good, and I'm your brother. I mean, we've all seen each other naked before, right?" I let my fingers dance along his length, feeling the heat emanating from his skin. "I could do it until you find someone, you know? Just to help you out."
Henry let out a shuddering breath, his eyes squeezing shut as I touched him. "Really?" he whispered. "You'd do that?"
"Of course," I replied, my voice still low and seductive. "You're my brother, after all. I'd do anything for you." I reached up, cupping his cheek in my hand, guiding his face towards mine. "Besides, we're all adults here. And I know how it feels to need someone like that." My free hand slipped underneath his shirt, tracing lazy circles on his lower back. "We can keep it between us, just like a little secret. You can tell me when you need me, and I'll be there."
Henry's eyes met mine, his expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. "You're the best, Dylan" he whispered, clearly convinced that I was only doing it for him. It couldn't have gone better.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "I am the best, aren't I?" My hand slid further down his body, gently caressing his hardness through his shorts.
Henry nodded, his eyes glassy with desire. "Yeah... you are." He exhaled shakily.
I slipped my hand under his shorts, my fingers finally touching the hot, velvety skin of his cock. He let out a soft moan, arching his back into my touch. His length felt warm and hard in my hand, and I couldn't help but marvel at the power he held over me. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his neck as I stroked him, my free hand reaching up to cup his big pecs over his shirt. "I'm here to make you feel good."
Henry let out a shaky laugh. "Okay, as you say Dylan," he managed to say between breaths.
I kept my hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking up and down, feeling the heat emanating from his skin. I moved away from under his ear, tracing my fingers down his chest, teasing his nipples with my touch. "You're sure you don't want to wait until we're done?" I asked, reffering to the dishes.
Henry groaned, his hips moving involuntarily into my hand. "No, it's... it's okay. Just... do this." He arched his back, pressing his cock deeper into my grip.
I looked up at him, my expression teasing. "You sure? I thought we were supposed to be responsible." My other hand moved to his crotch, sliding underneath his shorts and brushing against his exposed skin.
Henry let out a shaky breath, his eyes watching me as I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him. "Oh... God" he breathed out, his voice barely audible.
I didn't look up at his face, too mesmerized by the bulge in his pants to take my eyes off of it. Even though it was covered by his shorts, I could see the outline of his cock clearly defined against the thin, loose fabric.
His cock was like a living thing, pulsing beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. Even though it was only partially revealed, it seemed to fill the room, dominating my field of vision. The fabric stretched taut over his shaft, outlining the shape of him like a second skin.
"Oh God." he groaned, as I slowly slid my hand under the waistband of his shorts, finally freeing his cock from its confines. He was even bigger than I'd imagined, thick and veiny, and the head was already starting to leak pre-cum. I couldn't help but stare in awe, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.
I reached up, cupping his sac with my free hand, feeling the weight of his full balls in my palm. With my other hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking slowly up and down, enjoying the feel of him in my grip. The smell of him filled my nostrils, a mix of sweat and arousal that was both familiar and intoxicating.
Henry arched his back, his hands finding purchase on the counter behind him. He groaned, his hips moving involuntarily into my touch. "Oh, fuck... Dylan..." His voice was thick with desire.
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze for a moment before lowering my head back down to his lap. I took his cock in my mouth, slowly sucking him deep, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin against my tongue. His hips bucked forward, pressing deeper into my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down, teasing him with my tongue.
I moaned around his cock, feeling it slide deeper into my mouth. The salty taste of his precum filled my mouth, and I couldn't help but savor it. My tongue danced along the length of him, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his skin. His hips bucked forward, pressing against the back of my throat, and I gagged momentarily before pulling off just enough to catch my breath.
"Sorry, Dylan..." Henry breathed, his voice ragged. "I know I'm big..." His cock twitched against my mouth, and he let out a moan that vibrated through me. "The few who've tried... complained about it..."
I nibbled on his cock, and his hips twitched forward, pressing deeper into my mouth. I couldn't help but wonder what made him think he was too big. Sure, he was larger than most guys I'd been with, but excepted for the occasional tightness, I found him to be perfect.
I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking hard on the head, and he let out a strangled moan. His hands tightened on the counter, and I could feel his cock twitching against my tongue. The taste of him filled my mouth, and I savored every drop. I knew that tomorrow my jaw would probably ache, but it was a small price to pay for the pleasure I was feeling right now.
He tasted incredible, and I took my time, enjoying every inch of him. I sucked harder, feeling his cock twitch in response, and he let out a moan that vibrated through my body. His hands found their way into my hair, gently guiding me up and down, and I could feel the tension building in his hips.
I knew he tried to hold back and let me control the pace, but I could feel him losing it. He definetly had the strenght to take over and use me in any way he wanted. The occasionally gagging whenever he'd push a little too far was more than enaugh to make me realize that.
I sucked harder on his cock, feeling him throb against my tongue, and his hips moved faster, pushing deeper into my mouth. I could feel the tension building in my own body as I sucked him, wanting to feel him cum so bad.
Henry gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Fuck, Dylan..." he moaned, his hips jerking into my touch, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. His hands gripped my hair, holding me in place as he erupted, his warm cum spilling into my mouth in thick and hot waves. I had to swallow quickly, not wanting to make a mess, and still he kept going, filling me up until my cheeks were bulging.
I could feel his cock throbbing for a few last times, before he pulled himself out of my mouth, his erection still pulsing infront of me.
I looked up at him, my lips swollen and my mouth tingling from his taste. He looked down at me with a satisfied smile, his chest heaving from exertion.
"You're amazing, Dylan," he breathed, running a hand through his messy hair.
I couldn't help but smile, "Everything for my big brother." I breathed, knowing I had what I wanted, I was still a little worked up, but I could wait until the time was right.
I watched Henry pull his shorts back up, his still half-hard cock flopping into the left side of his pant leg. It was strange to see him dressed again, so confident and put together. It was a stark contrast to the man I had just spent the past few minutes sucking off, his hair mussed and his cheeks flushed from exertion. I couldn't help but feel a pang of possessiveness as I saw him move away from me, gathering his things and straightening his shirt.
"So, its getting late," Henry said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. "You should get some sleep. We have to help dad tomorrow, right?" He reached over and tousled my hair, a gesture that would have annoyed me if it weren't so endearing coming from him.
Henry glanced over at me, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment before I answered. "Yeah, you're right. We should get some sleep, we'll have to be up early." I trailed off, when I got up.
Henry took a step toward the stairs, then paused and turned back to me. "Hey, Dylan?" He said, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Thanks for... for helping me with that," he said, his voice a little gruff. I could tell he enjoyed it as much as I did.
"Don't mention it, it's the least I could do," I said with a shrug, trying to play it off, even though it was still a little awkward between us. "Just ask if you need some more help."
