Page 104 of Fragmented Illusions
He stumbles away a step, his back hitting the wall of the shower, putting the hot spray of the water directly above our cocks. His head falls back as he tightens his grip on us, making my cock pulse. I can feel pre-cum leaking from my tip before disappearing in the stream of water.
Spencer twists his hand around us both, working down my length and up his simultaneously. My legs shake, threatening to collapse under the immense pressure shooting through my groin and down my body.
“Fuck, Spence,” I moan. I grind my hips into his hand as he works us. I drag my heavy gaze to Spencer’s face. His mouth is lax, and he breathes heavily. The hot water streaming between us only adds to the heat coursing through me—so much so, it becomes unbearable.
I grab Spencer’s hip and pull him against me. His chest bumps against mine and his hand on our cocks falters at the new change of position. I crush my lips to his, desperate to taste him. He instantly opens up for me and I shove my tongue inside, licking every inch of his mouth.
His good hand comes to my hair and grips it, yanking hard as he attacks my mouth with equal measure. Desperation, relief, and the lingering effects of fear fuel us. Before long, I’m pushing myself away from him, only to grab his shoulders and switch places with him in the small shower, so when I press down on his upper back and he bends over, his casted hand remains outside of the shower curtain.
The water pools in the small dimples at the base of his spine before spilling down his ass cheeks. Bruises mar his skin and I swallow down the rage at anyone putting their hands on him. I trace one of the bruises on his back, over his ribs.
Guilt turns my stomach and I’m about to step out of the water when his hand grabs mine. “Don’t. I’m fine, Sol.” His words do nothing to alleviate the guilt, but I take his words at face value, too desperate for him to fight it.
I bring my hand back to his skin and he lets go, allowing me to touch his battered skin. I suck in a shaky breath before trailing my fingers down his spine, tracing every bone, before pressing between his cheeks.
Instant warmth coats my fingers as I brush my knuckles against his fluttering hole. Spencer groans when I press my knuckle into him with enough pressure to barely breach him, then I retreat. I continue further down, massaging his taint, and then his balls.
They’re heavy in my hand, drawn up tight and ready for release. I pull on them, massaging them, before I run the tip of my index finger down a thick vein in his cock. It twitches at my touch and when I press my finger to his slit, I’m greeted with a drop of pre-cum.
“You’re always leaking for me.” I squeeze the base of his cock before pulling my hand away from him completely. Spencer whines at the loss of my touch and I find myself smiling at the sound.
I couldn’t live without it. I couldn’t live without him.
I take a moment to stare at my brother. Bent at the waist. Ass in the air. I grab his cheeks and spread them. His hole is clenching. Greedy for me.
“My greedy little brother,” I growl. I shove my fingers into my mouth, soaking them with my spit. I then lean down and spit onto Spencer’s twitching hole. My saliva pools then drips down his crack, so I quickly take my spit-soaked fingers and press two into him, pushing my spit inside.
Spencer’s back arches at my intrusion. He pants, clenching and unclenching around me as I push knuckle deep, then retreat. I’m slow as I break him in. It’s going to hurt without lube, but I can make sure he’s as ready as he can be because I can’t fucking wait.
I need to take him. I need his tight ass sucking my cock for everything it has. I want my cum so deep inside of him, it will leak out of him for hours.
And I tell him as much too.
“Fuck, Sol. Please. More.Please.”
“I fucking missed your begging.” I force a third finger inside of him. His tight heat squeezes my fingers as I stretch him for me.
“This is going to hurt,” I warn him as I withdraw my fingers and grab the base of my cock. I press my water-slick cockhead against him.
“Make it hurt.”
I growl as I thrust forward, pushing past his tight ring as he bears down, and I sink deep into his warmth. Spencer shouts and I force myself to stop moving at the sound. My cock twitches, my release right at the brink at the sound of his pain.
“Are you okay?” I choke out. He answers me by shoving his ass back, impaling himself completely. I sink to the hilt, my hips flush with his ass.
“Nngh,” he grunts as he fucks himself on my cock. I shift my feet on the slick shower floor, and my change of position now has the water flowing between us. It makes for a terribly great lube. It works, sort of. I know Spencer is going to hurt after, but I can’t bring myself to care about that right now—and clearly he can’t either.
“Harder, Sol. Fuck,please.” His desperate mewls spew out of him without thought as pleasure takes over. He rears back against my cock with every thrust of mine, doubling the force. My cock twitches inside of him as pleasure shoots through my groin.
“Fuck!” I shout as my release hits me. I flood Spencer’s ass with my cum, grinding my hips against him as I slow my movements.
“Oh, fuck. I can feel you inside of me. I feel so…wet.” He cries out and throws his head back. His hole clenches around my twitching cock, drawing another shuddering moan from my lips.
Spencer’s cock erupts, untouched, underneath him. He whimpers, dropping his head between his shoulders as his cum paints the shower floor. I lean over him, resting my forehead between his shoulder blades as I catch my breath.
Spencer’s body shakes and twitches underneath me and I take that as a sign. I force myself off of him and slowly pull out of him. He clenches his hole as I do, and I hiss. I smack my hand across his ass cheek as I withdraw. He laughs breathlessly then stands, hissing when he straightens completely.
The water has lost its warmth, so Spencer turns it off. I draw back the curtain and step out. I grab a towel for Spence, hand it to him, then wrap my own around my waist.
