Filthy Business (One-Shots)

Being a Top

(incest)

Lemme start off by saying, I am not a bottom.  And lemme follow that explaining that my brother is.

Its just how things go. 

I can't even imagine being a bottom!

I don't even know what to do, how to do it, what to think.

Do I just lay there?

Do I touch him?

Will his sweat drip on me?

I physically shiver at the thought and Francis turned his attention from Emily  Bronte to me.

"What are you thinking about? "He asks ,a blonde eyebrow raised.

I sigh ,grimacing and close my chemistry book." Being a bottom."

"Why the face? " He grinned, both rows of his bright white exposed and I swooned then remembered he asked me something. 

"Because.... Because I can't be a bottom.  Its, like, against my topping rules."

His face pruned." Tops can be bottoms and vise versa."

"Nah, Broski." I clapped him on the shoulder and grinned. "Unless you want to prove otherwise? "

"I think I will. "

"Hardy-har-har. I think you need to visit the Better Joke store."

He glared at me then  sniffs the air."I think our lunch is burning."

I watched him rush to save our pizza.

Its a given my younger brother, Francis Kendricks ,was a fucking giant,  being at least 6'1 with smooth  muscles on every limb of his. He was captain of the soccer and baseball  team.

And get this, he loves kittens and won our school a first place trophy for a chess tournament.

Contradictory, right? 

But not only is he a sporty geek, he's also the most submissive. 

And I ,Erick Kendricks, am  his dominant, despite my being  5'8 and skinny as a twig.

I need to ask him about that. 

I rubbed under his jaw ,watching his lime green eyes roll back into his head.

"Who's a good boy? "I cooed, now running my fingers through his soft blonde hair.

He moaned soundlessly, pushing his head into my hand. I smirk and scratched behind his ear. 

"Hm? Who's a good boy, Frankie? "

"Mm-me, Master.... "

"Who? "

"Me, Sir." He said with more confidence. 

"Yes, you are! "I leaned down and kissed his forehead.  "Yes, you are such a good boy. "

He looked up at me, his eyelids low and eyes swirling with lust. He climbed up on my bed from the floor and between my legs and attacked my lips. He shocked me when he stuck his tongue in mouth and scoped my teeth, pressing himself closer and closer to me.

Things soon became heated as our lower halves  worked against each others.

He traced my body with this fingers and went even further as to outline the waist of my boxers.  He abruptly slipped his hand into my briefs and let his warm fingers linger on my hardening member. 

He wrapped his palm around me, sitting up between my legs for more space to stroke me. I hissed in pleasure, rolling my hips up to meet his hand.

I leaking pre-cum like a water from a broken facet. 

He continued to stroke me as he reached over me to the nightstand next to my bed.

"Oh. Turn around." I was about to sit up when he tsked and shook his head, pushing me back down and keeping a hand on my chest to keep me that way.

"What are you doing? "

"Topping." He answered as he yanked my boxers down and drizzled cool lube all over my ass, letting it seep into my ass crack.  He automatically pushed two of this thick fingers into my asshole causing me to cry out in pain.

"What the fuck, Frankie! "I gripped the sheets, on the verge of tearing up. He moved his fingers and my eyes flooded with tears.

"Poor baby. You're so virginal." He murmured."Calm down, Erick... if you don't relax it'll hurt."

"It already does! Get the fuck out of me! "

"Sh." He kissed me into submission. Literally.

When we needed to depart I was still a moaning mess ,actually grinding into his touch. I grabbed his thickness and started stroking him, as not to be selfish.

"Frankie." I moaned just as the front door slammed shut and he whimpered softly. 

"Boys? "Our father yelled.

Neither of us answered, and continued to give each other pleasure. 

He pulled his fingers from me and I whined loudly ,watching him reach for a condom.  

"Shh." He pressed his knuckles to my lips, using one hand to slide the rubber down his length. Once he was done, he shifted me so I was on his thighs. 

He pushed his sheathed  erection down so the dusky mushroomed head was at my stretched hole.I moaned and grabbed his member, easing myself further down his lap to take more of him.

He took hold of my hips as he thrusts his pelvis forward. 

I gasped, which,  mind you,  was not the sound I meant to make.

"Fuck, Francis! "

He grunted and pulled me up so we were now chest to chest. I wrapped my legs around him and held his arms to stay in place ,  letting him fuck me. 

The nerves in my anus were on fire.  He kept hitting some spot that sent pleasure all throughout my body and all I could do was try to hold on and keep my moans down.

Our bodies became sleek with sweat ,causing me to slid up and down his cock with ease.  I felt this warm sensation in me and looked up at Frankie's face. He looked in pain but once I heard his muted groan, I knew he came in me. 

I whined and begged, "Frankie, don't stop!"

He still pulled out and laid me down as he caught his breath. I growled and jumped on him, throwing my weight on him to send him down flat on the bed. I roughly pushed my hard cock in him and started thrusting harshly. He moaned into the sheets, both in pain and pleasure.

I felt a familiar feeling and pulled out of him, quickly stroking myself to an orgasm.

Frankie turned his head and opened his mouth, lifting his head to make it easier for me to thrust in his mouth.

I swiftly dove my length past  his lips and with a feral cry, shot cum in him.

I pulled out and watched him swallow all my cream.

"Good boy, Frankie."