I sucked and pegged my stepbrother the afternoon our parents left for the weekend. The car had barely turned the corner when he looked at me from the couch. We’d been building to this for weeks texts that got dirtier after midnight, hands that lingered too long in the kitchen, the way his eyes followed me when no one else was watching. I walked over, pushed him back against the cushions, and went to my knees between his legs. He was already hard. I pulled his sweatpants down, wrapped my hand around the base, and took him into my mouth. Slow at first. Tongue under the head, then deeper, lips sliding down until they met my fist. He groaned and rested a hand in my hair. I sucked him steadily, cheeks hollowing, saliva making everything slick, pulling off just long enough to stroke him before taking him in again. His thighs tensed under my hands. I kept going until his cock was throbbing against my tongue and his breathing had gone rough. I stood up and told him to get in the bedroom. He followed. The harness was already in the drawer. I stepped into the straps, tightened them, and watched him while I lubed the thick silicone cock. He got on the bed on his hands and knees without a word. I worked two slick fingers into him first, feeling how ready he was, then lined the toy up and pressed in. He dropped his chest to the mattress and pushed back. I started slow, letting him take it, then fucked him with steady thrusts. One hand on his hip, the other reaching under to stroke his cock in time with my hips. The harness pressed against me every time I drove forward. He was tight and hot around the toy. I went harder when he started meeting me, the wet sound of lube and the slap of the straps filling the quiet room. His hand took over on his cock, faster now. I kept the same deep rhythm until his whole body locked up and he came hard across the sheets, pulsing in his fist while I stayed buried inside him. I eased out carefully, unbuckled the harness, and let it drop to the floor. He rolled onto his back, still breathing hard, and pulled me down beside him. We stayed there for a while, skin sticky, the empty house quiet around us. Neither of us needed to say anything.