The Muse's Undoing

“It was implied.”

“Yeah, well… You did,” I admit. “Congratulations.”

He finally reaches up, dragging his fingers through my hair, his eyes all in shadow. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Matthew.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it would kill me.”

“Ugh,” I groan, letting myself sag toward him. “I’m a fucking mess without you.”

He dips his head to find my mouth and press a light kiss to it. “You wanna keep talking?”

I shake my head, kissing him back, feeling lighter than before.

“I have an idea, then,” he says, his tone deep and seductive. “If you’re ready to move on. ”

“I’m ready,” I tell him. “What’s your idea?”

“I thought you might wanna show your big brother what a nice, fat cock you have.”

Holy shit.

“Do I have a big brother?” I ask, trying not to sound as excited as I suddenly am.

He nods, staring at my mouth. “You can tell me anything. All your dirty secrets. And if you have any questions about what to do with that dick, I can show you…”

“Jesus,” I whisper, because I am so fucking twisted, and he knows it because he’s as fucked up as I am.

I get closer to him, opening my pants.

He runs a hand down my chest, a finger traveling the length of my cock. “What do you like to do you with your dick, Matty?”

So we’re doing this… “I like to play with it.”

“Yeah? Show me how you play with it. Show me how you make it grow big.”

“It’s embarrassing,” I whisper.

“You need me to help you?”

“Yeah.”

“Lie down,” he says.

I do immediately, my erection jutting up between us, needing no help whatsoever.

“Get undressed,” he tells me. “Let me see what you’re working with.”

I whip off my shirt and shove my pants and boxer briefs down, kicking my shoes off. He grabs the pile of clothes and tosses them to the floor. Then he looks at me, like he’s seeing me for the first time.

“Fuck, baby brother. You’ve got a big dick.”

I try to suppress my grin. “I know. It’s too much.”

Half role play and half not, I’m not only getting off on this, but I’m getting into it. If he’s not careful, he may be about to learn more about me than he bargained for. Like how I always wanted a brother and how bad I like to be.

“Looks slutty,” he says, getting a gentle grip on it and stroking upward, his thumb brushing the crown. “What do the girls say about it?”