Choosing the right brother [FM]

Hi there, long time lurker, finally got up the courage to post my story here for all to (hopefully) enjoy

Bit of background, I’m 26, 5’6’’, with brunette hair just past my shoulders and 36Ds, and nurse who had higher hopes at one point in life. I became a nurse on the path to become a doctor, but my dad became sick and I wound up moving back home to take care of him, and that’s when I met Brad (31). Brad was nice, funny, and overall a sweet guy who was there to help lighten the load after a hard day taking care of dad. My dad for some reason never liked Brad, never gave a reason, just didn’t like him. He passed a few months before the world went to shit, but when it did, I was a bit glad I wasn’t back in the workforce, that shit was scary.

Anyway, a few months into the pandemic, Brad and I were having some problems, and we wound up moving in with his little brother Lucas (26). While Lucas is younger, actually a month younger than me, you couldn’t tell it by looking at them. While Brad went to college for his degree, Lucas went for a semester, dropped out, and started screwing around with the stock market, a move that has more than paid off for him considering the size of his house, and made Brad a bit resentful. In hindsight, we were already drifting apart a bit before we moved, and I kinda suspected that I’d be moving out sooner than later following a breakup, but I had no idea that Lucas would be the catalyst for said breakup. Since I was out of work, and Brad still had to go in, It was just me and Lucas most of the time at his place, and we became quick friends.

One thing that kinda pissed me off during lockdown though was that no government order could apparently stop Lucas from trolling online looking for girls to bring over. I never saw the same girl twice (Well, once, but she just forgot her bra, though it took her 3 hours to find it…), and while Lucas tried to keep things discreet, he clearly had no qualms about how loud they’d be. Nothing was more of a buzzkill for Brad than hearing his little brother and the flavor of the week going at it… meanwhile it kinda turned me on, leaving me frustrated more often than not. One day I managed to build up the courage to ask one of the girls (bra girl), just what made her so damn loud, she said “Well, it could be his enthusiasm & skill in going down on a girl and turning their legs to jello.” which ngl got me a bit excited and shifting in my seat. Then as she was leaving she turned around and added like it was nothing “Or it could be his horse cock that reaches all the right places. I’ll call you later Lucas” which caught me by surprise as my mind was wondering and I hadn’t heard him walk up behind me, so he saw me squirm in my seat when she said he was skilled with his tongue. I began to wonder if he somehow knew his older brother didn’t like going down on me, even if I had just freshened up, or had just blown him, but I simply excused myself and went back to my room.

About 6 weeks later, and I had almost forgotten about that encounter, until one day Brad had to go to work early, but didn’t tell Lucas, so I was down stairs eating breakfast when Lucas came out to the kitchen, naked, obviously expecting to be alone. My eyes started working their way down his body, never had noticed how in-shape he was, like an old greek statue. As my eyes made their way south, by the time they should have gotten to “That horse cock”, he had moved behind the counter, so just his upper half was showing. I too wasn’t expecting Lucas up so early, so I was just wearing some panties and an old big shirt. Lucas thought nothing of it and just started casually, asking where his brother was, and why I was up “so early”. I told him I usually got up “this early” and he was the one up unusually early. While his tone was normal and calm, he did have a hard time keeping his gaze up at eye level, probably because the shirt I was wearing was old and apparently partially see-through, at least enough that he could see my nipples. When I brought up that he should probably go slip some clothes on, I guess he remembered he was actually naked, and went back to his room. The thing is, while he wasn’t hard before, I guess staring at my tits was enough to get him going, because when he turned around, he was fully erect. Horse cock seemed pretty apt now, thick as hell and what I had to guess was at least 9 inches (later confirmed to be 9.5 ;) ), sticking straight out with a somehow even bigger, bulbous head. In my head he was walking away in slow-motion, his cock and balls flopping side to side, It wasn’t until he rounded the corner that I realized that the cereal I was trying to eat was gone, and I was just lapping up milk with a spoon.

Things were awkward after that, for about a week or two, when one day Brad came home one Monday, and even though things seemed to be getting better between us, said he was done with me, with us, and he was moving out by the end of the week. Despite not being so surprising, it did blindside me, though luckily Lucas said that even though I wasn’t dating his brother, I could stay longer than just the end of the week, which while nice, made Brad visibly mad for some reason. NGL, I spent a good chunk of that week in the other spare bedroom crying, and I did my best to avoid Brad when possible, even eating at odd hours to avoid that. Then Thursday, I guess Lucas got lucky again, and brought home another girl, only this time, I wasn’t stuck with Brad next to me in the bed, and this other spare room was closer to the Master suite, so I got more than the usual ear full. He spent what felt like close to half an hour eating her out, always bringing her right up to the edge before backing off, much to her annoyance, and I was doing the same with my fingers. Eventually they got to actual fucking, and I grabbed a brush I have with a nice long handle. She didn’t even last a minute before I heard her cumming, and I followed suit with my brush, moaning into a pillow to not disturb anyone. I managed to work up another orgasm while listening to them before nodding off, and I lost track of how many times they got off, but it sure was more than 2.

The next few days came and went in a blur really, Brad left, and I was just in a funk for a while, until before I knew it, it was Monday. Lucas actually had to go out and do something at his broker’s office that afternoon, idk, but it left me time alone, and in my state, I got into his alcohol. Apparently I was quite a mess when Lucas got back, and I was surprised to wake up and it was Tuesday. According to Lucas, when he got home early in the evening, I was already blacked out on his couch (always was a lightweight), and he carried me to bed and made sure I didn’t do something stupid like choke on my vomit. When I woke up he let me use the shower in his room (idk how to describe it, but it’s a walk-in shower and you can make the water come out of a nozzle on the top and it’s surprisingly quiet, great for nursing a hangover), and when I got out he had breakfast ready.

I sheepishly apologized for the previous day, and for drinking his good booze, which was when I found out he hid that before Brad and I moved in (Apparently Brad has stolen his good stuff before). We talked and talked and laughed a bit, and then Lucas dropped the “my brother is a fucking idiot for leaving you Kate” bomb, and while it might be a bit cliché, it worked, and after a bit of hesitation we were making out in his kitchen. After a bit of that, he lifted me up and placed me on the counter and started to make his way down to my crotch, a smile forming on his face when he noticed how wet my panties were. He then, somehow, in a single sudden movement, ripped them off of me (thank god they weren’t a nice pair), and went to work. Bra girl was SOOOO right, his tongue worked marvels, eliciting pleasure in all the right places, but when I got close, he did something unexpected, and stopped. I cursed his name and tried to grab his head and get him to finish, but he seemingly anticipated this and stopped me. After nirvana faded from view he started again, with seemingly increased vigor. The motherfucker did this 5 times, each time quicker than the last, and each time resulting in me being more pissed at him. The 5th time I was screaming “Just make me cum you fucking asshole”, which was when he threw me over his shoulder and we made our way into his room.

Lucas threw me onto his bed like a piece of meat, and took a moment to admire the view: Me, his brother’s ex, in just a shirt, a disheveled mess, on his bed, begging to get fucked. He dropped his pants and underwear in a single motion and let his cock out to breathe. He laid down next to me on the bed and just told me “Well, take a look.” in a commanding tone that made me somehow wetter than before. His cock is huge this close, and I took my time worshiping it properly. With Brad, I could either fit his cock in both hands, or one hand and lick his head, while being able to touch fingers while gripping it. With Lucas, it wasn’t even close gripping it, and I could need 4 hands to grip it all (I have small hands, it’s a gift and a curse). I took my time admiring it, noticing every vein, the color, how smooth it is, licking every bit, and seeing how much I could fit in my mouth (not much). I started getting a bit crazy, using both hands and my mouth, trying to get the volcano to erupt. When I feel him start to throb in my hands, I gave him a taste of his own medicine and grabbed the base of his cock and stopped sucking, letting his orgasm subside. Lucas got up and grabbed me by the hair, called me a cruel little slut, and threw me back down on the bed, face down, and got behind me. He spanked my ass and told me to get up on my knees, and when I did he placed one hand on my back to keep me in place, and the other grabbed his cock and used it to tease me by hitting my clit with it. The sensation was weird and good, but it didn’t last long, as he soon just shoved himself in as deep as he could. The sensation was overwhelming, and quickly became painful, enough for me to voice so and got him to back off a bit. He pulled out a bit and said “I guess you aren’t as big of a whore as you put on. No worries, I think we’ll get there eventually.” as he started at a slow pace.

Lucas’s cock was so much longer, and thicker, than I was used to. Hell, he’s probably the biggest I’ve had aside from maybe one guy in nursing school (wasn’t serious, more a love/hate fwb kind of thing, but he was also fucking huge, might write about that later). Lucas took his time with the slow pace before he could tell I was getting comfortable, then he started to get deeper, and deeper, and eventually I felt his balls swing up and hit my clit. When that happened he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back up, whispering “See, I knew we’d eventually get it all in there” while nibbling on my ear. “Now…” he added while letting go and letting me fall forward “Now is when things get fun” he said as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled himself all the way out and rammed back inside balls deep. The deep strokes started out slow but forceful, until before I could tell what was happening Lucas was going all out, and I came, HARD. Hell, I think I might have passed out at for a second, but that didn’t stop Lucas from his drilling. It felt like I was just having one continuous orgasm with a few peaks, until eventually he let go of me and let me fall forward onto his bed. Lucas followed and laid down next to me on his back, his cock glistening with our juices, and he told me “your turn to do some of the work”.

I made my way over to him, but before I impaled myself I decided to see how his cock tasted after it rearranged my insides, pretty much the same, but a bit sweeter I think, idk for sure, my head was still spinning a bit. I climbed up and was hovering above his erect cock, before I sat down behind it to see how deep it was going, and it went up to my belly button. “Most girls wanna see how deep it goes, it’s always fun seeing the looks on their faces.” Lucas said joyfully. I got into position above him and slowly made my way down, savoring every inch as I made my way lower and lower until I bottomed out, feeling fuller than ever. I started riding him slowly at first, until he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me forward, planting his face right between my breasts. He really seemed to enjoy my breasts (can’t blame him, I love them too), alternating between sucking on them to squeezing them to leaving little love-bite marks. Eventually though he apparently grew tired of the pace I was going riding him, and he grabbed my hips and started bouncing my ass off of him faster. I couldn’t keep up with the pace upright and fell forward onto his chest, which he took advantage of and grabbed me in a bear hug and started fucking me hard, as hard as he was earlier in doggy. I had no where to go, no room to escape, I had no choice but to stay there and cum, and cum I did. As I started to cum and, I guess, twitch as I did, he tightened his grip as I felt his cock pulse and start flooding me with cum. The thought of his cum reaching places his brother’s never did sent me from a moderate orgasm into another HUGE one, bigger than before, hell, bigger than I can ever remember. It felt like it lasted for ages, us cumming together, me in his arms, being pumped full of his cum.

When I woke again, it was the afternoon, almost evening, and while my head wasn’t throbbing, my pussy sure was. The sudden realization of what had transpired flooded my mind, “Oh Shit, I just fucked Brad’s little brother”, then I realized that Brad was the one who left me, and Lucas was so much better than he was, in so many ways. We clicked, we got along, he was more than just a good listener, we had more shared interests, liked more of the same things, we just meshed so well. I turned and saw Lucas next to me, still asleep, and his cock, while flacid, still seemed huge. I hobbled into the kitchen (Bra girl was right about the jello legs thing), and wanted to return the favor from earlier, so I scrambled some ingredients to make pasta. He woke up when I was almost done and came up behind me and kissed my neck while asking what I was making.

We talked over dinner and, despite how we met and how things started, we both want to see how far this could go, us. It’s been a few months since then, and things have been going swimmingly so far. Brad hasn’t found out, hell, he hasn’t even called me since he left, neither has he called Lucas, they were never that close, and I think their mom was the one who browbeat Lucas into letting Brad and I move in before. We’ll have to tell them eventually though, and that’ll be a shitshow with Brad, but it’ll be worth it, because even my friends agree that Lucas is a better match for me than Brad, and not just because we’ve fucked some of my single friends… those are stories for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nxlhrm/choosing_the_right_brother_fm