Dilemma 3/?
Pairing: Cooper/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, boypussy!Blaine, somnophilia, non-con, accidental exhibitionism, cross dressing (Cheerio uniform), drugs/alcohol.
Summary: Cooper arrives in Ohio early and stumbles across his cheerleader brother in a compromising position. One thing leads to another and he finds himself facing a quandary later that night.
A/N: In this S1 AU, Blaine is on the Cheerio squad with Kurt but they’re not together. Written, in part, for this GKM prompt.
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Cooper agreed with his dad one last time and then hung up the call.
“Looks like we’re on our own for dinner, little bro. Dad went to pick up mom and got invited to stay. How ‘bout pizza?” Blaine wrinkled his nose and pushed himself off the couch clumsily.
“Oh, no. I can whip us up something.”
“Don’t be silly! Let me take care of you for a change, huh? You like pepperoni right?” Cooper’s finger hovered over the phone’s buttons while Blaine’s face scrunched up hesitantly.
“Coach won’t like it.”
“What coach doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“Her.”
“Her,” Cooper corrected. “It’ll be our little secret.” Blaine wavered then shrugged at Cooper with a small smile.
“Okay.”
“Yeah? Okay?” His finger started to dial before his younger brother could confirm.
“Yeah, sure. I guess it won’t hurt. Uh, I like Hawaiian.” Cooper snorted as he put the phone to his ear.
“Please. Only cavemen like pineapple on pizza.”
“Hey! I like it!” Blaine protested and Cooper simply winked at him as the line connected. He got up and headed for his jacket in the kitchen to grab his wallet.
“Hi yeah, can I get a delivery in about an hour?” He listened and checked to make sure his brother hadn’t followed him out. “Yeah, perfect.” As he rattled off his order, Cooper checked on how many bottles of beer were left. Once he’d confirmed and paid for his order over the phone, he sauntered back to Blaine.
“Need a refill?” He held out a full cold bottle in his hand.
“But I -” Blaine held his half full bottle to his lips and took a swig. “I’m still going on this one.”
“Drink up, man. Food will be here soon. There’s nothing better than pizza and a cold brewski to make you feel like a man.” Blaine took another gulp as Cooper waited with the beer in hand. His brother kept tipping the bottle back to swallow in a hurry while Cooper watched his throat work. He’d never really had a thing for Blaine’s mouth or throat before but coupled with what lay between his thighs, it made Cooper wonder how Blaine was at giving head. “Finished yet?” he asked in an annoyed tone. Blaine’s mouth broke away to gasp in a big breath.
“Nearly.”
“Well, chug it down and then we’ll have ourselves a toast.” Blaine nodded and knocked back the last mouthfuls of his drink. He finished quickly and slumped back against the couch to let out a loud burp. “Alright. Now we’re talking,” Cooper said proudly as they swapped bottles.
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"When’s the pizza getting here?” Blaine hiccuped and leaned heavily against Cooper’s shoulder. “It’s been forever!”
“I’m sure it won’t be long. I think you need another drink.” Cooper encouraged his baby brother to finish the last third of his beer in long gulps. He snatched the empty bottle and hopped up quickly only to pause at the doorway and watch Blaine flop on his side to watch the television in a trance. When Cooper came back from the kitchen, he only brought one drink with him and pulled a wilted Blaine back to a sitting position. “You alright?”
“’M tired.”
“Here, lean on me,” he offered and Blaine snuffled against his bicep. “Rest your eyes. I’ll wake you when the food gets here.” His brother hummed as he drifted off. Cooper flipped through the channels until Blaine’s breathing evened out then hit the mute button and wrangled Blaine’s body until he was sitting in his lap.
With Blaine’s knees hooked over his own and his brother starting to snore softly, Cooper hands traveled up Blaine’s thighs. Like himself, Blaine had very little in the way of leg hair, particularly on his thighs and he wondered for a moment whether that was one of the reasons the cheerleading coach had bothered to put his little brother into a skirt.
He was really going to do this. Honestly, he’d never thought himself capable of something like this but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Cooper flipped the red pleats aside and pulled at Blaine’s inner thighs to spread them further apart. The slide of smooth skin beneath his fingertips gave way to warmth from Blaine's very core.
The drag of his finger over his brother’s hooded clit stirred Cooper’s gut. Yeah, his brother was attractive but this was further than Cooper had ever imagined going. Before finding Blaine fucking himself with fingers, Cooper had only vaguely thought about what Blaine’s body might be like. Sure, he’d noticed the shape of him, the cleft of his pussy in his panties when they’d gotten undressed in the same room, and that ass. That perky little ass. So yeah, Cooper had thought about seeing Blaine naked, about watching him touch himself but it hadn’t occurred to him how Blaine’s skin would feel under Cooper’s hand. Or that he might actually put his fingers inside him, or to taste him.
Oh, god. He could be inside him. Like, really inside him. He could fuck him.
“Ohh,” Cooper exhaled shakily. No. He shook his head to clear the images flooding his mind. He couldn’t do that.
Could he?
He could. Blaine seemed to be pretty much out of it.
No. He couldn’t think that. He was already overstepping so much further than he could’ve ever have imagined.
Cooper’s index finger skated down the sticky groove of Blaine’s vulva until he found what he was looking for. Blaine’s entrance gave way to his fingertip easily. His brother’s cunt, although moist, definitely wasn’t wet enough for Cooper to do more than feel the overwhelming heat swallowing him.
He pulled out and concentrated on Blaine’s clit. A couple of fingers from one hand held his little brother’s lips open while Cooper rubbed gently over the fleshy tip. Blaine’s only reaction was to whine incoherently so Cooper kept it up, circling then sliding up and down, back and forth, over it. He wanted to make the most of this time with his incapacitated brother. He was never going to get an opportunity like this again.
Another pass with a pair of fingers down the slippery slit had Cooper satisfied. He slid a finger completely inside with Blaine’s juices easing the way. His brother’s head shifted, lolling against Cooper’s collarbone.
A soft, pleading, “Uh”, was music to his ears, so Cooper added a second finger quickly. Blaine’s pussy offered no resistance at all, letting him plunge in all the way and tease Blaine as much as he wanted.
His younger brother’s body trembled with each thrust. Cooper’s other hand took over playing with Blaine’s clit as he fucked his baby brother with his fingers. Blaine murmured something nonsensical and arched up, face pressed against Cooper’s neck, as he shuddered and came all over Cooper’s hand.
Cooper sat there stunned, practically panting, with Blaine slumped against his chest. He removed his hand gingerly, not wanting to brush too much against the skirt, wanting to keep Blaine’s juices on his fingers. He needed to taste him.
The soft musky scent was heady as Cooper lifted his shiny fingers to his lips. He groaned throatily at the first tentative taste. The silky sweetness of Blaine was overpowering and any hesitance he had was shot. Greedily, Cooper stuffed both slippery fingers into his mouth and licked them clean within seconds. Holding his palm to his face, he snuffled in the last of the syrupy perfume with short breaths, unable to get enough. He dropped his head back in a daze, drugged by his lust.
The ticking of the large clock on the wall echoed inside Cooper’s brain. He was losing precious time with Blaine. Dinner would be here soon. Very soon. With their parents following not long after. Cooper needed to come. He’d been hard for so long. He needed to take the chance now, with Blaine splayed on top of him.
His cock ached, trapped in his pants, sandwiched behind Blaine’s back. Clearing his head, Cooper managed to slip Blaine sideways and fumble with his own belt and fly. God, he was so fucking horny. He pulled himself out and stroked his shaft with his left hand; the grip not quite right but wickedly good anyway. Cooper shuffled further down in his seat while his lower back ached at the exaggerated slouch. He moved Blaine back onto his lap properly and got to work.
Cooper pushed the trapped skirt away from under Blaine’s ass and positioned his cock between his little brother’s thighs. He parted the pleats spread over Blaine’s legs and tucked them well out of the way. The head of Cooper’s cock poked up obscenely and rested against Blaine’s pussy. Fuck. The warmth of his baby brother’s wet pussy spread over his sensitive skin. He fisted the tip of his cock, rubbing at the crown, and thrust up uncontrollably.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Cooper whispered. It was so much yet not enough. He wanted to feel Blaine around him, feel his brother’s slippery cunt suck him in. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t be able to control himself. Just look at what he was already doing for fuck’s sake. He wouldn’t be able to hold back once he started.
As Cooper spread Blaine’s lips once more, he made a promise to himself. Just this and nothing more. Just this.
His cock nudged up against Blaine’s clit and he wrapped as much his brother’s pussy lips around him as he could and lost control again. Every pass was a tease of what he wouldn’t let himself have. His hips humped wildly as he slid his cock through Blaine’s folds.
“Oh ch-rist!” Jets of come fountained between Blaine’s legs while Cooper’s strangled cry echoed around the room as he gasped and jerked helplessly.
He lay slack against the couch as he caught his breath. Oh god, he’d really done it. He’d actually fingered his little brother’s pussy, made him come, made himself come and holy crap, he’d made one hell of a mess in doing so. Streaks of cloudy semen were splashed across Blaine’s thighs and shaved mound. Cooper thanked his lucky stars that he’d missed his younger brother’s uniform as he eased Blaine off his lap to lay him down on the sofa.
Just as Cooper refastened his belt, ready to get something to clean Blaine up with, the doorbell rang. Pizza. Talk about good timing. He’d definitely worked up an appetite.
He was fucking starving.
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Coming up: Let's see how well Cooper restrains himself later that night. Now that he's had a taste will he be able to stop himself wanting more?
Part 4>>
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, boypussy!Blaine, somnophilia, non-con, accidental exhibitionism, cross dressing (Cheerio uniform), drugs/alcohol.
Summary: Cooper arrives in Ohio early and stumbles across his cheerleader brother in a compromising position. One thing leads to another and he finds himself facing a quandary later that night.
A/N: In this S1 AU, Blaine is on the Cheerio squad with Kurt but they’re not together. Written, in part, for this GKM prompt.
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Cooper agreed with his dad one last time and then hung up the call.
“Looks like we’re on our own for dinner, little bro. Dad went to pick up mom and got invited to stay. How ‘bout pizza?” Blaine wrinkled his nose and pushed himself off the couch clumsily.
“Oh, no. I can whip us up something.”
“Don’t be silly! Let me take care of you for a change, huh? You like pepperoni right?” Cooper’s finger hovered over the phone’s buttons while Blaine’s face scrunched up hesitantly.
“Coach won’t like it.”
“What coach doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“Her.”
“Her,” Cooper corrected. “It’ll be our little secret.” Blaine wavered then shrugged at Cooper with a small smile.
“Okay.”
“Yeah? Okay?” His finger started to dial before his younger brother could confirm.
“Yeah, sure. I guess it won’t hurt. Uh, I like Hawaiian.” Cooper snorted as he put the phone to his ear.
“Please. Only cavemen like pineapple on pizza.”
“Hey! I like it!” Blaine protested and Cooper simply winked at him as the line connected. He got up and headed for his jacket in the kitchen to grab his wallet.
“Hi yeah, can I get a delivery in about an hour?” He listened and checked to make sure his brother hadn’t followed him out. “Yeah, perfect.” As he rattled off his order, Cooper checked on how many bottles of beer were left. Once he’d confirmed and paid for his order over the phone, he sauntered back to Blaine.
“Need a refill?” He held out a full cold bottle in his hand.
“But I -” Blaine held his half full bottle to his lips and took a swig. “I’m still going on this one.”
“Drink up, man. Food will be here soon. There’s nothing better than pizza and a cold brewski to make you feel like a man.” Blaine took another gulp as Cooper waited with the beer in hand. His brother kept tipping the bottle back to swallow in a hurry while Cooper watched his throat work. He’d never really had a thing for Blaine’s mouth or throat before but coupled with what lay between his thighs, it made Cooper wonder how Blaine was at giving head. “Finished yet?” he asked in an annoyed tone. Blaine’s mouth broke away to gasp in a big breath.
“Nearly.”
“Well, chug it down and then we’ll have ourselves a toast.” Blaine nodded and knocked back the last mouthfuls of his drink. He finished quickly and slumped back against the couch to let out a loud burp. “Alright. Now we’re talking,” Cooper said proudly as they swapped bottles.
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"When’s the pizza getting here?” Blaine hiccuped and leaned heavily against Cooper’s shoulder. “It’s been forever!”
“I’m sure it won’t be long. I think you need another drink.” Cooper encouraged his baby brother to finish the last third of his beer in long gulps. He snatched the empty bottle and hopped up quickly only to pause at the doorway and watch Blaine flop on his side to watch the television in a trance. When Cooper came back from the kitchen, he only brought one drink with him and pulled a wilted Blaine back to a sitting position. “You alright?”
“’M tired.”
“Here, lean on me,” he offered and Blaine snuffled against his bicep. “Rest your eyes. I’ll wake you when the food gets here.” His brother hummed as he drifted off. Cooper flipped through the channels until Blaine’s breathing evened out then hit the mute button and wrangled Blaine’s body until he was sitting in his lap.
With Blaine’s knees hooked over his own and his brother starting to snore softly, Cooper hands traveled up Blaine’s thighs. Like himself, Blaine had very little in the way of leg hair, particularly on his thighs and he wondered for a moment whether that was one of the reasons the cheerleading coach had bothered to put his little brother into a skirt.
He was really going to do this. Honestly, he’d never thought himself capable of something like this but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Cooper flipped the red pleats aside and pulled at Blaine’s inner thighs to spread them further apart. The slide of smooth skin beneath his fingertips gave way to warmth from Blaine's very core.
The drag of his finger over his brother’s hooded clit stirred Cooper’s gut. Yeah, his brother was attractive but this was further than Cooper had ever imagined going. Before finding Blaine fucking himself with fingers, Cooper had only vaguely thought about what Blaine’s body might be like. Sure, he’d noticed the shape of him, the cleft of his pussy in his panties when they’d gotten undressed in the same room, and that ass. That perky little ass. So yeah, Cooper had thought about seeing Blaine naked, about watching him touch himself but it hadn’t occurred to him how Blaine’s skin would feel under Cooper’s hand. Or that he might actually put his fingers inside him, or to taste him.
Oh, god. He could be inside him. Like, really inside him. He could fuck him.
“Ohh,” Cooper exhaled shakily. No. He shook his head to clear the images flooding his mind. He couldn’t do that.
Could he?
He could. Blaine seemed to be pretty much out of it.
No. He couldn’t think that. He was already overstepping so much further than he could’ve ever have imagined.
Cooper’s index finger skated down the sticky groove of Blaine’s vulva until he found what he was looking for. Blaine’s entrance gave way to his fingertip easily. His brother’s cunt, although moist, definitely wasn’t wet enough for Cooper to do more than feel the overwhelming heat swallowing him.
He pulled out and concentrated on Blaine’s clit. A couple of fingers from one hand held his little brother’s lips open while Cooper rubbed gently over the fleshy tip. Blaine’s only reaction was to whine incoherently so Cooper kept it up, circling then sliding up and down, back and forth, over it. He wanted to make the most of this time with his incapacitated brother. He was never going to get an opportunity like this again.
Another pass with a pair of fingers down the slippery slit had Cooper satisfied. He slid a finger completely inside with Blaine’s juices easing the way. His brother’s head shifted, lolling against Cooper’s collarbone.
A soft, pleading, “Uh”, was music to his ears, so Cooper added a second finger quickly. Blaine’s pussy offered no resistance at all, letting him plunge in all the way and tease Blaine as much as he wanted.
His younger brother’s body trembled with each thrust. Cooper’s other hand took over playing with Blaine’s clit as he fucked his baby brother with his fingers. Blaine murmured something nonsensical and arched up, face pressed against Cooper’s neck, as he shuddered and came all over Cooper’s hand.
Cooper sat there stunned, practically panting, with Blaine slumped against his chest. He removed his hand gingerly, not wanting to brush too much against the skirt, wanting to keep Blaine’s juices on his fingers. He needed to taste him.
The soft musky scent was heady as Cooper lifted his shiny fingers to his lips. He groaned throatily at the first tentative taste. The silky sweetness of Blaine was overpowering and any hesitance he had was shot. Greedily, Cooper stuffed both slippery fingers into his mouth and licked them clean within seconds. Holding his palm to his face, he snuffled in the last of the syrupy perfume with short breaths, unable to get enough. He dropped his head back in a daze, drugged by his lust.
The ticking of the large clock on the wall echoed inside Cooper’s brain. He was losing precious time with Blaine. Dinner would be here soon. Very soon. With their parents following not long after. Cooper needed to come. He’d been hard for so long. He needed to take the chance now, with Blaine splayed on top of him.
His cock ached, trapped in his pants, sandwiched behind Blaine’s back. Clearing his head, Cooper managed to slip Blaine sideways and fumble with his own belt and fly. God, he was so fucking horny. He pulled himself out and stroked his shaft with his left hand; the grip not quite right but wickedly good anyway. Cooper shuffled further down in his seat while his lower back ached at the exaggerated slouch. He moved Blaine back onto his lap properly and got to work.
Cooper pushed the trapped skirt away from under Blaine’s ass and positioned his cock between his little brother’s thighs. He parted the pleats spread over Blaine’s legs and tucked them well out of the way. The head of Cooper’s cock poked up obscenely and rested against Blaine’s pussy. Fuck. The warmth of his baby brother’s wet pussy spread over his sensitive skin. He fisted the tip of his cock, rubbing at the crown, and thrust up uncontrollably.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Cooper whispered. It was so much yet not enough. He wanted to feel Blaine around him, feel his brother’s slippery cunt suck him in. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t be able to control himself. Just look at what he was already doing for fuck’s sake. He wouldn’t be able to hold back once he started.
As Cooper spread Blaine’s lips once more, he made a promise to himself. Just this and nothing more. Just this.
His cock nudged up against Blaine’s clit and he wrapped as much his brother’s pussy lips around him as he could and lost control again. Every pass was a tease of what he wouldn’t let himself have. His hips humped wildly as he slid his cock through Blaine’s folds.
“Oh ch-rist!” Jets of come fountained between Blaine’s legs while Cooper’s strangled cry echoed around the room as he gasped and jerked helplessly.
He lay slack against the couch as he caught his breath. Oh god, he’d really done it. He’d actually fingered his little brother’s pussy, made him come, made himself come and holy crap, he’d made one hell of a mess in doing so. Streaks of cloudy semen were splashed across Blaine’s thighs and shaved mound. Cooper thanked his lucky stars that he’d missed his younger brother’s uniform as he eased Blaine off his lap to lay him down on the sofa.
Just as Cooper refastened his belt, ready to get something to clean Blaine up with, the doorbell rang. Pizza. Talk about good timing. He’d definitely worked up an appetite.
He was fucking starving.
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Coming up: Let's see how well Cooper restrains himself later that night. Now that he's had a taste will he be able to stop himself wanting more?
Part 4>>