Easter Wank With Bro – Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Easter Monday

I woke the morning after to the soft pressure of fingers tracing the curve of my ass, the touch light but deliberate. My body tensed, still halfway lost in sleep, and I blinked my eyes open to find Cody lying beside me, a playful grin spreading across his face. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his bare chest and the mess of sheets tangled around us. His other hand rested on my thigh, his touch unmistakably familiar, and I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me, hot and insistent.

“Morning, bro,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck. His voice was low, teasing, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I turned to face him, my own cock already hardening in response, and he didn’t say a word. Instead, he just smiled, that same knowing smirk that had been haunting me for days, and without warning, he shifted, positioning himself until his cock was inches from my face.

I grimaced, my body instinctively recoiling, but I couldn’t move. My muscles locked, caught between the urge to push him away and the strange, magnetic pull that kept me rooted in place. I was stronger than him—I knew that—but there was something about the way he looked at me, the way he carried himself with this electric energy that felt almost… dangerous. It burned through me, leaving me breathless, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

He didn’t give me time to think, didn’t wait for permission. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed the tip of his cock against my cheek, the warmth of it seeping into my skin. I let out a shaky breath, my hands twitching at my sides, but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. My heart pounded in my chest, the room suddenly feeling too small, too hot, and all I could focus on was the weight of him hovering over me, the way his body seemed to command the space.

Cody let out a soft hum, his fingers threading through my hair, and I could feel the way his cock twitched against my skin, pre-cum smearing across my cheek. He didn’t rush, didn’t force it. Instead, he moved with a slow, almost lazy confidence, like he knew exactly how to unravel me piece by piece. My jaw clenched, my body torn between resistance and something else—something I couldn’t quite name.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me just enough to make it clear what he wanted. My breath hitched, my mind racing, but before I could process what was happening, the head of his cock was brushing against my lips, the salty taste of him catching me off guard.

I hesitated, my body stiffening, but Cody didn’t give me the chance to pull away. His grip on my hair tightened, and with a gentle but firm pressure, he pushed forward, his cock sliding past my lips. I let out a muffled groan, the sensation foreign and overwhelming, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, inch by inch, until the entire length of him was filling my mouth, the taste of him heavy on my tongue.

He let out a low moan, his hips rocking forward, and I could feel the way his cock throbbed against the back of my throat. My hands flew up, gripping his thighs, but I didn’t push him away. Instead, I found myself holding on, my fingers digging into his skin as he started to move, slow and deliberate. His hand stayed in my hair, guiding me, and I could feel the way his body trembled with the effort of holding back.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough, and I could tell he was close. His thrusts grew faster, more urgent, and I could feel the way his cock pulsed, the taste of him growing stronger with every slide. My own cock throbbed between my legs, aching for release, and I could feel the heat building in my stomach, threatening to take over.

And then, without warning, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a soft pop. I gasped for air, my chest heaving, but before I could catch my breath, he was on me again, his body pressing me into the mattress. His lips found mine, his kiss hot and desperate, and I could feel the way his cock rubbed against mine, the friction sending sparks through my body.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. Instead, he just looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I knew there was no turning back. His hand wrapped around both of us, his grip firm, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips as he started to stroke us together, the sensation almost too much to take.

“Cody—” I started, but he cut me off with a growl, his hips grinding against mine.

“Shut up,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. 

And I did. I let go, surrendering to the heat, to the way his body moved against mine, to the way his hand worked us together until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. My orgasm hit me hard, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I came, my release spilling over his hand and my stomach. He wasn’t far behind, his own climax hitting him with a shudder, his cum mixing with mine as he pressed his forehead against mine, his breath ragged.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and cum, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of what just happened. Cody let out a low laugh, his chest rising and falling as he lay beside me, one arm slung casually over his forehead. I stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing with a mix of disbelief and a strange, aching satisfaction. I couldn’t wrap my head around it—how the hell had we started jerking off together? And now he put it in my mouth? And why did it feel so… good?

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes tracing the lines of his body. Cody was in great shape, his abs defined, his chest broad and muscular. He had that kind of effortless athleticism that made you want to punch him a little, but also made it impossible to look away. I couldn’t deny it—he was hot. But that didn’t mean anything, right? I was straight. We were straight. This was just… something else. Something primal. Something I couldn’t explain.

“Damn,” Cody said, his voice breaking the silence. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, and grinned down at me. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his lips were still slightly swollen from sucking on my mouth. “That was cool.”

I didn’t know what to say. My brain felt like it had been scrambled, like I couldn’t form a coherent thought. All I could focus on was the warmth of his body next to mine, the way his leg brushed against mine as he shifted. My cock throbbed again, still sensitive but already stirring back to life. I didn’t want it to. I didn’t want to feel like this, but my body didn’t care what my brain thought. It had a mind of its own.

Cody’s grin widened, and I could see the glint of mischief in his eyes. “You’re thinking too hard, bro,” he said, reaching out to poke me in the chest. His finger lingered for a moment, tracing the line of my pecs, and I felt my breath catch. “Just enjoy it.”

“Like it's no big deal?” I echoed, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. “Cody, we just… we just jerked off together.” I didn't even mention everything else.

“Yeah, and?” He shrugged, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I couldn’t deny that. It had felt good. Better than good. It had been electric, like every nerve in my body had been lit up at once. But that didn’t make it any less confusing. I was straight. I liked girls. I didn’t do stuff with guys, let alone guys who are related to me. Except… apparently, I did.

Cody leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re overthinking it,” he murmured, his hand sliding down my chest, over my stomach, and finally coming to rest on my thigh. His touch sent a shiver through me, and I felt my cock twitch in response.

I wanted to argue, to push him away and tell him he was crazy, but the words got stuck in my throat. Instead, I just stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. He was so close, his body radiating heat, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, intense and unrelenting.

Before I could stop him, he leaned in and kissed me, his lips pressing against mine with a confidence that took my breath away. His tongue slipped past my lips, and I couldn’t help but respond, my body moving on its own. My hands found their way to his chest, my fingers brushing over the hard muscles there, and I felt him smile against my mouth.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to speak. His hand moved from my thigh to my cock, his fingers wrapping around me with a firm grip. I let out a groan, my hips bucking into his hand, and he chuckled softly. “You’re so tense, dude. Relax.”

I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—guilt, desire, confusion—but my body didn’t care. It only wanted more. Cody started to stroke me, his hand moving up and down my length with a slow, deliberate rhythm. My eyes fluttered shut, a moan escaping my lips, and I could feel my orgasm building already, coiled tight in my stomach.

Cody’s other hand reached for his own cock, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him wrap his fingers around himself. He was hard again, his cock thick and flushed with arousal, and I couldn’t look away. There was something about the way he touched himself, so confident and unashamed, that made my mouth go dry.

“See?” he said, his voice low and rough. “It’s just… fun.”

I didn’t know if I believed him, but I didn’t care. Not in that moment. All I cared about was the way his hand felt on me, the way his body moved beside mine. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his cock, and he let out a low groan, his hips thrusting into my hand.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his grip tightening on me. “That’s it, bro. Just like that.”

I stroked him slowly, my hand moving in time with his, and I could feel the heat building between us, a palpable energy that made my skin tingle. My cock throbbed in his hand, every stroke sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Cody—” I started, my voice breathless, but he cut me off with a growl, his lips crashing against mine again. His kiss was hungry, demanding, and I couldn’t do anything but respond, my body moving on its own.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Come on,” he said, his voice rough. “Let’s do it together.”

I nodded, unable to form words, and we moved in unison, our hands working each other with a rhythm that felt almost natural. It wasn’t long before I felt my release building, my orgasm rushing toward me like a tidal wave. Cody let out a low moan, his cock pulsing in my hand, and I knew he was close too.

Without a word, I grabbed the back of Cody’s head and guided his mouth down to my cock, shoving it deep into his throat. He gagged, his eyes watering, but I didn’t let up. My hips thrust upward, feeding him every inch as he struggled to breathe. His hands gripped my thighs, nails digging into my skin, but I didn’t care. The sensation of his tight throat around me was too much. I came hard, my release shooting down his throat as I held him there, blocking his airway. His face turned red, veins bulging as he choked and begged for air, but I didn’t let go.

I grabbed his cock, jerking him off with a rough, fast rhythm. He didn’t last long. Just as I began to release inside his throat with a guttural groan, he came, his release hitting me square in the face, hot and sticky. He retched and gagged, about to pass out, while having an intense orgasm in my hand.

When I finally released him, he gasped, coughing and wiping his mouth.

“Damn,” Cody muttered between breaths, a sly grin spreading across his face. “You’re not fucking around.”

I smirked, feeling a rush of power. “Nope. You liked that, didn’t you?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I did.”

I looked him in the eye. "You're welcome."

Cody’s grin widened, and I could see the fire in his eyes. “You think you’re in charge now?” he challenged, his voice taunting.

“I know I am,” I replied, my tone leaving no room for argument.

He laughed, sitting up and squaring his shoulders. “Alright, tough guy. Let’s settle this. Wrestle me. Winner gets to fuck the other first.”

My heart raced at the challenge. It was more than just a fight for dominance—it was about brotherhood, competition, and the raw, unspoken bond between us. I nodded, my body already buzzing with anticipation. “You’re on.”

We locked eyes, and the air between us crackled with tension. This wasn’t just about sex anymore. It was about who was in control, who was stronger, who was the better brother. I loved the guy, but I wasn’t about to lose.