the second part
DIVE FOR IT
The feeling was incredible. Seth pulled him down and thrust at the same time, blowing hot and shaky breaths. The elder quivered with pleasure and elation.
"FUCK that's amazin..." Pickles pressed his forehead to Seth's and whimpered slightly. He knew how much physical strain there was on Seth right now and thanked the gods above for convincing him to do Weight Training in high school.
Picking up the pace, Seth panted, "Ain't it?" His voice was strained, body tense and face screwed up in pleasure and concentration. Dropping his faux-brother on the floor would really, really suck.
Pickles moaned softly and started to kiss a trail along Seth's jaw and to his neck.
"Talk to me..." he breathed softly, though he was screaming on the inside.
"Ah, yer so tight. Ya make me wanna come so hard, Pickles, ya don' even know. I wanna fuck ya til ya bleed." Seth was jack hammering into him now, their skin wetly slapping together. "Fuckin' cry out fer me, slut."
"Oh dammit, SETH!!" He moaned loudly, nearly sobbing with pleasure. "Seth, fuck... fuck me... make me yours. I need to hear it. Please!" His nails were digging into Seth's shoulders from the sheer intensity of his thrusting.
"Yer fuckin' mine! Only mine!!" Seth snarled, hand stinging against Pickles' ass. "Say it!!"
"I'M YOURS!!" Pickles howled, letting his voice echoed through the large bathroom. "SETH, I'M YOURS!!"
"FUCKIN' RIGHT! Don' ya ever fuckin - forget - that!" Seth was wild now, biting all over Pickles', leaving red marks and raw skin in his wake. Pickles groaned loudly with the bites. He shifted slightly and consequently directed Seth's dick into the right angle to pound into his prostate with every thrust. He yelped at the pleasure and threw his head back against the wall.
"FUCK ME SETH!!!"
Seth growled. He was bracing himself against the wall with one hand, ragged gasping exchanging for real breath. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, Pickles, shit...!"
"Say my name" The soaking red head begged, panting obscenely loud. He was so fucking close to the end and he knew Seth was too.
"Pickles," pressure was building, "Ahhh, Pickles! Ha-ahh - nnnn ya f-fuckin' dick!" Seth sobbed and laughed, completely out of his mind with pleasure. He came quite hard, hips twitching and jerking as he filled his sibling.
"SH-SH-SHIT! OHMYGODSETH!" Pickles moaned loudly as his hips bucked erratically against Seth. He came harshly, covering Seth's chest with spunk, as well as his own stomach. Seth slid down, flopping Pickles onto the seat. He was having a hard time catching his breath in the heat, and he gasped, water stinging his eyes. Goose bumps raised on his skin, giving him a prickly feeling. Pickles panted as well, staring at the shower head above them.
"Why... why is it that ev'rytime we do that, even when I'm exhausted, I still wanna fuck with you?"
"I'm yer brother and ya love me." Seth chuckled. He rested his forehead on the redhead's knee, breathing deeply. Pickles smelled fresh, like a new baby. Seth flicked water on him, rubbing off the cum. Pickles smiled to himself and ran a hand through Seth's wet hair.
"S' gonna be weird when mom and dad come back..." he mused quietly, wondering how that would work out.
"Nat if yer quiet," Seth winked, cocking a lazy smile.
"Oh like I'd be the one to blab about my big bad older brother hurting me with his ding dong!" Pickles mocked a scared voice and quickly rolled his eyes after speaking. Laughter echoed around the shower, the reverberations giving it a slight hollow sound.
"I meant," Seth explained, giving him a firm kiss, "When we fuck." Pickles grabbed the back of his former brother's head and kissed him passionately before letting him go with a sly smile.
"Ya mean we're still ganna do that when they're here?" He laughed nervously.
"They only go on trips, m... Every three months, heh. Ya wanna wait that long between fucks?" Seth nibbled on his lip.
"I dunno if I can, Seth," Pickles licked his lips slowly, relishing the sweet flavor "Yer too good."
"Aw'right, then. ‘Sides I've fucked loud chicks before an' no one noticed." Seth smiled slightly at the memories. Pickles slapped him playfully and poked him in the nose.
"Hey hey, none a that fantasizin. Not when I'm around."
"Nope." Seth pulled him into a sweet kiss. "Let's get outta here."
"Yeah, water's gettin cold." Pickles tried to stand up and nearly collapsed into the wall. He was zapped of all possible energy.
"Wan' me ta carry ya?" Seth was clearly amused. And why shouldn't he be? That was damn hilarious.
"Oh yeah real fuckin funny. Bastard." Pickles slid to the floor and tried to use the shower door handle to prop himself up.
"No, really. Ya need a hand?" Seth slid an arm around his waist.
"Well if ya wanna help then I guess..." Pickles looked back at Seth over his shoulder. Of course he wasn't dependent on his brother right now. No.
No, of course not.
They stumbled out of the shower, soaked and exhausted. Seth nearly tripped yanking towels off the rack, swearing loudly. He set (dropped) Pickles down on the bed, flopping a towel over his head.
"Man, that hair." he commented, ruffling it with the cloth. Pickles laughed and kicked out.
"Hey quit it! It takes time to get my hair lookin awesome!!" He peeked out from under the towel up to Seth with huge green eyes and a small smile.
"Fine, fine, heh." Seth smiled back under his own towel. Pickles took his towel off his head and dried off his face for a second before smashing it into Seth's face. He scrubbed at it in a way that was not gentle in the slightest.
"Ugh, Seth yer face is SO dirty!!" The red head grinned evilly as he forced Seth down on his back, still crushing the cloth against his face.
"Augh, ya fuck!" Came the muffled yell. Seth kicked and clawed at his brother.
"Yer the one with the dirty face!!" Pickles laughed loudly and scrubbed Seth's cheek violently. "Maybe if yeh didn't make those expressions when ya fuck me yer face'll be cleaner!" He grinned down at Seth, whose face was now partially showing.
"I mean, mom'll read you like a book!"
"She better rrmmf, naht." Seth felt around, smacking Pickles' ass when he found it. "'Sides, yer merr uffa slut them I mm." he muffled.
Pickles straighted up with the ass-smacking, eyes wide with surprise. He thought he felt his cock twitch slightly. Soon enough, he snapped back to reality and realized that he was straddling Seth, who was looking up at him, none too pleased.
"Oh like hell I am. Yer the one bringing girls back at all hours a th night. I can barely get a date."
"Ya could if ya tried. And I felt that jest now." Seth gazed up at him, hair sticking in all directions.
"No you didn't." Pickles cast a glance to the wall, as if looking away from the situation at hand.
"Mhm. Wish all ya like."
"Well... er... uh, spanking. It does things to me. Whatever."
"I can tell. ‘Oh Seth, spank me like th' slut I am!'" He made high-pitched moaning noises, snickers slipping through as he tried not to laugh.
"Oh jest shut the hell up." Pickles frowned at him and started to mess with his already dry hair. His own hair however, because of it's length, was still mostly damp and was not ready for teasing.
But Seth's was.
"I think I might jest get dressed now."
"I think I might jest take a fuckin' nap now." Seth put his arms out, looking quite like a sinful Jesus.
"Yer so lame, Seth" Pickles rolled his eyes and jumped off of him to go find something to wear. He grabbed a pair of Seth's boxers as he left the room.
Call it a trophy.
Seth rolled over, sidling under his covers with a smile. And a yell. "PICKLES!"
"WHAT?!" Pickles looked back in the doorway with a bit of horror. Maybe Seth would kill him now. Fuck him twice and kill him. What a whore.
Seth stood there, hair everywhere and comforter in hand. "Help me change th' sheets." he paused, "Ya left yer mark all over my bed, douchebag."
"Sounds like a personal problem to me," Pickles was wearing Seth's boxers and standing in his doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like a complete brat. Seth regarded him for a moment.
What a little punk!, he thought, I fuck him til he begs an' he won' help me clean up. Seth booked it for the door, fully prepared to do something horrible to the offender.
Pickles stared to back up from Seth, completey terrified of the older boy. He started to run through the upstairs, ducking into his own room and trying to lock the door to keep Seth out.
No use.
He barreled into in full-force, knocking Pickles back. The beast loomed over him, looking scary. Pickles cowered beneath him, covering his head with his hands. Springs squeaked loudly under Seth's weight.
"I'll jest sleep in here, then." Pickles let out a long breath, relieved.
"Oh yeah ok. Sure." He thought for a moment and looked up him "Why's my stuff so bad? You wanted to swallow it a couple minutes ago."
"There's a difference between swallowing and sleepin' on it." Seth groused.
"It’s the same stuff." Pickles pointed out and went to his dresser to find some clothes. He pulled on a Black Sabbath T shirt and a pair of tan shorts. Not short shorts though.
"Spare a pair a panties for yer brother?" Seth mumbled.
"Boy you really are tired, arentchya." Pickles tossed him some briefs and looked around for socks. He didn't like to walk around barefoot.
"Ya have no idea. Yer ass practically bit off my Johnson." Seth snuggled into the covers, briefs in place.
"Johnson. Weird." Pickles thought to himself about it and smiled. He had a nice firm ass. "Maybe I should give yer dick a nickname."
"Go f-," Seth yawned, "For it."
"Hmmmm..." Pickles thought loudly and jumped onto his bed next to Seth. Seth groaned, burying his face in the pillow. It smelled nice, like a strawberry milkshake.
"How bout Little Buddy?"
"Hehehe," Seth giggled, "Aw'right."
"Such a good Little Buddy. Little ickle buddy." Pickles nuzzled Seth's stomach lovingly.
"Mmm," Seth smiled and stroked Pickles' hair.