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He hadn’t seen his brother since he moved to college over a year ago. His brother couldn’t come home for the break, but Yoichi was invited up there for the weekend. He was excited, it had only been a few days since seeing Aiku over videocall, but he couldn’t wait. His bag was fully packed two days before he even got on the train. His parents thought it was adorable how he was so excited to visit him. Aiku was 21 and Isagi was 15, but it didn’t phase their close relationship. He’d been scouted by a sports team and was able to get himself an apartment near the college. Isagi was excited beyond belief to visit a college, and his brother. He’d rarely traveled anywhere on his own, so his mother drilled him on what to do. He barely slept the night before and launched out of bed in the morning. His mother made him breakfast, which he inhaled before running out the door. He sat at the train station for an extra half hour in anticipation. He managed to take a nap on the train, but was otherwise so jittery he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t spontaneously combust.
He woke up right before the train stopped, and felt a rush of nervousness come over him. He questioned if Aiku would really like to have his friends around his younger brother? What if he was different because of the past few years? He’d been normal in text, but what if that was just for Yoichi’s sake? He hesitated, but got off and looked around nervously. Yoichi clutched his duffle bag to his chest. His feet shuffled side to side, hoping to spot the bright green tuft of hair in the crowd. Yoichi bit his lip when suddenly his feet were swept from under him and he was lifted into the air. “Yoichi!” Aiku laughed and kissed his forehead, holding him easily. Isagi wrapped his arms around his older brother’s neck and nuzzled into him. He missed his laugh and the way he held him. Being without him was empty, and while he had friends and classes, nothing compared to being with AIku. Isagi worried he was too fucked up, the amount of times he’d slept in Aiku’s bed and nuzzled into his pillow had worried their parents at first. However, he finally got used to his absence, and was okay to just text and call him constantly. Aiku had always responded within a few hours, every day they’d talked. Now it was like he had never left. “What’s with these tears, little Yoichi?”
Aiku gently set him down and leaned over to wipe them from his soft cheeks with his sleeve. Yoichi sniffled and leaned into his strong chest. Aiku chuckled and patted his head. He’d missed Yoichi as much as his brother had missed him. “Aniki…” Isagi was trying to stop the tears, but he’d missed him. Calling Aiku ‘aniki’ had started as a joke but young Yoichi had never quit and Aiku found it to be endearing. He took Yoichi’s bag and swung it over his shoulder, letting his younger brother talk up a storm as they walked out together. He spoke about the trip there and his nap, but also how he had been working so hard in school so he could come visit over break for a while. Aiku walked down the street with him, the apartment not being far from campus or the station.
The next few days were exciting as Aiku took him all over town, showing him where he practiced, the shopping center nearby, and some restaurants he loved. Yoichi had more fun than he had in a while, and Aiku’s embrace was greatly missed. They played video games, getting too competitive and Aiku ended up smothering Yoichi to win. It ended in a long list of cheating complaints from the younger. Yoichi got to watch him practice and work out. He met some of the team and tried lifting like Aiku, though with much smaller weights. He laughed more than he had in a while, and their parents loved the photos they got back from them. It was the perfect vacation Yoichi had wanted. There was only one time Aiku had mentioned he couldn't bring his younger brother to. A team event where there would be drinking and who knows what else. That was fine with Isagi, he could take a nap and a break from all the action. The night rolled around and Aiku beamed at him, kissing his face before leaving. Yoichi watched him walk out, smiling wide.
“Come back safe aniki!”
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Yoichi heard the door open and he popped up quickly. He didn’t mind that Aiku couldn’t take him to the team event, especially with them drinking. It gave him time to catch up on his favorite online game over the break. He was only in one of Aiku’s sweaters and his underwear. Yoichi heard Aiku groan and shuffled out as the door shut. One of his friends was holding him up. “Hey, we’re just dropping him off since he’s a bit fucked up.” They made sure Aiku was safe on the couch before waving goodbye to Yoichi and leaving. Yoichi locked the door and went to check on him. Aiku’s eyes were closed and he smelled heavily of beer. At the sound of footsteps, his green eye snapped open. Yoichi couldn’t explain the way he looked at him, head turning to see him more clearly. Aiku’s eyes trailed up his legs, stopping at his sweater and finally making it to his face. Isagi had seen that look in older men before when he wore dresses. It looked nasty to him then, but it was different with his aniki. Did Aiku want him like that?
“Yoi… yoichi… help me to bed?” Isagi nodded and grabbed his arm, letting him lean on his much smaller form as they made it down the hall and stumbled into Aiku’s bedroom. He got him into bed with a bit of effort and realized his older brother had a grip on his sleeve when he turned to leave. His eyes told him not to leave, so Yoichi patted his head and got up into bed with him. Aiku hummed softly, nuzzling into his neck. Yoichi laughed slightly, his scruff tickling his neck. Yoichi patted his head until he heard the soft, familiar snores of Aiku finally falling asleep with his head in his lap. He couldn’t move because of his weight so he made himself as comfortable as possible and closed his own eyes.
It had only been an hour or two by the time Yoichi woke up to heavy breathing in his ear. His eyes opened and Aiku was next to him, uncovered and nude. His hand was fisted around his cock and Yoichi was ready to close his eyes and wait it out, but he heard a soft breathy call of his name. He thought he imagined it at first. Aiku calling his name when getting off right next to him? Impossible. Yet Aiku’s nose was buried in his hair while he mumbled, still intoxicated. Another groan of his name, then an apology. Yoichi decided to not stay silent. “A-aniki?”
He did his best to sound sleepy, like he hadn’t been awake for a solid 3 minutes listening to his brother get off to the idea of him. A sharp intake from Aiku and the covers were moved back over his hips. “Did I wake you, Yoichi?” That deep, rough voice made Yoichi want to profess his intent immediately, but he waited. Yoichi yawned and stretched, knowing Aiku’s eyes were on the newly exposed skin of his abdomen. “A-aniki, what are you doing?” He sounded innocent and sweet, and he could almost hear Aiku break. It was another sharp breath and then hands on his thighs. “Yoichi… Yoichi, I’m sorry.”
Hot breath on his neck had him whining softly. Aiku groaned. “Fuck… I’m so sorry, I need this.” Aiku’s large hand tugged down his underwear. Yoichi whimpered, but it only seemed to spur him further. Thick, calloused fingers running along the inside of his thighs. The other hand pushing its way up under the sweater. AIku’s face in his neck now. Yoichi was speechless, he’d touched himself to the idea before. He’d used his pillow, grinding his smaller hips into it as much as he could, crying as he came desperately. He’d taken peeks at his brother in the shower, imagining his own small fingers as his cock. It didn’t satisfy him like Aiku physically could. He knew the only way he'd ever be satisfied is if his aniki took him. Now Aiku was half on top of him, sloppily kissing his neck, fingers playing with his soft chest. Yoichi arched his back, only to be yanked closer and held down. It turned him on. Aiku played with his chest for a while, before growling that it wasn't enough. Yoichi agreed. Finally his hand pushed his thighs apart, finger rubbing through the folds. “Ah… Yoichi, you're so wet and soft.” A whine.
“A-aniki-” He gasped, Aiku easily manhandling him and licking over him. Yoichi moaned, hands fisting in his hair. Aiku growled, sucking on his clit and drawing out desperate whines. He moved back a second, finger circling around his entrance. “You're tight…” Aiku didn't give him a chance to speak. He pressed his face close like he was trying to drown in him, finger finally penetrating. Yoichi moaned, tugging his hair to get a more feral growl. Aiku's drunken motions were not soft, two fingers curled into him and slammed as deep as he could get them. Yoichi felt his orgasm approaching and whimpered to frantically stop him. Aiku didn't listen, scissoring his digits and adding a third. Yoichi came hard, sobbing and trembling already. Aiku looked up, lips slick as he licked them off. He sat up, stroking his cock with the hand that had just been inside him. Yoichi breathed hard, squirming until Aiku pinned him down. This was his wet dream, except for the drunkenness. However, if that's what it took to lose his virginity to Aiku, he would take it. “Aniki…”
“Yoichi forgive me if it hurts.” He held his thigh, kissing Yoichi's jaw as he thrust in. Yoichi cried out and clung to his back, nails digging in. He sobbed, thinking Aiku's thick cock would ruin him. Not that he minded. Aiku whispered soft praises, slowly rolling his hips into him. His muscles and build made him double Yoichi's size, easily smothering him. He saw Yoichi drooling with a dazed expression and thrust a bit harder. Yoichi cried, clawing his back. Drool slipped down his chin and Aiku licked his lips before shoving his tongue in his mouth. Yoichi had no choice but to take the pace and roughness of his thrusting. He'd used a dildo before, but it wasn't comparable to Aiku's cock kissing his cervix. “So tight… so good for me Yoichi. Good boy. Gonna… gonna fuck you so good Yoichi.” His heavy panting drove Isagi insane, but his senses were all over the place. His cock driving into his cervix made him lose all feeling. Yoichi felt his eyes roll back and mumbled nonsense, only repeating his nickname for Aiku. Meanwhile Aiku was lost in the right warmth of Yoichi. “Such a tight cunt… almost there… Yoichi, good boy.” His full weight was crushing and Yoichi blacked out the second his and Aiku's orgasm hit him. Warmth flooded his body and it went dark.
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He woke up, feeling dull aching in his lower regions. Yoichi looked for Aiku once he got up. It had been 2 days since they'd woken up naked together. 2 days since Aiku had lost control and fucked him. He'd avoided him and Yoichi could tell he wasn't sleeping right. Aiku looked at him with fear, but he'd still gone and gotten him plan b that morning. He'd taken care of Yoichi despite what he assumed was a guilt spiral. He was determined to fix that. However, Aiku couldn't look at him. He found him on the couch, head in his hands. Aiku looked up and Yoichi could tell he'd been crying. He immediately looked away and Yoichi decided he'd had enough.
“Aniki.”
“Please don't call me that.” Aiku's voice was hoarse. It was weak, unlike the brother he knew. Yoichi got close, noticing how he flinched at his touch. He held his cheek and turned his face to him. “Aiku…”
“I'm a horrible person, Yoichi. Get away from me, go home, I'll buy your ticket back early.” How he loved that soft touch. Aiku wanted to melt into it, but he didn't deserve it after what he did. He was surprised how he hadn't had the cops banging on his door. “No. I'm not leaving you like this.” Aiku was blessed with a kind and loving younger brother. He felt tears well up again in his eyes. He'd destroyed his innocence, ripped it away in a selfish, drunken, incestuous decision. His own brother. Aiku felt sick to his stomach. Yoichi leaned in and kissed him. He jerked back and fell off the couch, looking up in shock. He couldn't speak. Yoichi kissed him?
“I wanted it.”
“No you didn't, I was drunk. I held you down.” His eyes went to Isagi's soft thighs. He felt shame burn through his body. Aiku could've severely hurt him. “You were a bit rough, I'll give you that. However, I was fully awake. Did you hear me say no?”
“I barely remember-”
“I never said no. I didn't fight you. Aniki… if you want to make it up to me, you can.” Aiku looked up from his spot on the floor. He looked away when Yoichi slid his shorts and underwear off. Protests died in his throat as he stood over this face. Aiku wanted him, he wanted Yoichi. That's why he did it, in his soul he had wanted it. His precious, sweet little brother. He wanted to fuck him, to be his only. Aiku wanted him carnally. “You can kiss my pain better, aniki. Like you used to.”
“Yoichi…” Aiku's cock twitched as he knelt down over his face. He fully sat down and Aiku stopped hesitating, kissing and licking whoever he could reach. Yoichi moaned, riding his face while whining. “A-ah aniki yes!” Aiku held his thighs, tongue dragging over every sensitive part of Yoichi. He didn't need to breathe or stop, his only goal was getting him to cum. Yoichi came, hips grinding on his tongue and he moved off, sitting next to him panting. “See? I practiced using your pillow.” Yoichi giggled and took his shirt off, smiling at Aiku.
“Yoichi…” He sat up, wiping his face off. Yoichi crawled over, undoing.his belt. Their eyes met and they kissed passionately, Yoichi tasting himself on his tongue. He stroked his cock slowly, moaning into the kiss. Yoichi lived for the deep growls and groans Aiku let him have. He felt breathless as the gentle hands squeezed his body, melting into Aiku. “Aniki- aniki, please come home more.”
“Whatever you want, Yoichi. I can never refuse you.” He kissed his neck, breathing him in like he'd been longing to do for years. His guilt drove him away from the very thing he desired most, and what desired him most.