Sun 'Baked'

  

“You okay back there? Haven’t said anything in a while,” Kandi, the driver, and Reece's girlfriend, asked.

“He's fine, right little bro?” Recce added poking his head between the seats to see his little brother, Benson, sitting there chest out. Benson nodded in response. There was something off about the visual, but Reece couldn't place what. Did Benson always have such a nice set of pecs? Where was his shirt? How did his jeans get holes in them? Had Reece always taken up so much space in the backseat?  Reece turned his attention back forward, hard to think with the car so goddamn hot. Kandi’s AC was wheezing, barely producing air. The windows weren’t down either. It was one of those hot days that even the wind burned against your skin and felt like it attempted to sear one's vocal cords shut.

Reece wanted to light up another joint that always cooled him down, but Kandi had flipped out the last time he lit one an hour ago. Said he shouldn't smoke around Benson, which Reece agreed with when she pointed it out, but since he had already lit it, he couldn’t have wasted a good blunt. Benson had gotten quiet after that. Then again maybe it was just a contact high, he did have that dazed look in his eyes. Reece took another look back.

“Hey bro?” Benson replied, a small smirk on his face.

 

Looked all good to him, Kandi was just worried over nothing. Good thing. Before, Reece thought he heard his brother grunting and shuffling about like he was uncomfortable. He even thought Benson was ripping something up back there. Normally, Reece would have been a good brother and asked what was up, but the blunt was really fucking good, more so than usually. He was gone. His friend had said it was laced with an aphrodisiac to put everyone in the mood, but Reece didn’t believe in stupid stuff like that. People were horny or they weren’t.

Reece really knew it when his high had hit because his eyes went to the mirror and Benson's reflection was growing in the back. Reece watched as Benson sweated up a storm, as his stomach turned hard and his arms blasted through his shirt. Benson’s shoulder shifted out across the width of the seat, gaining mass, as his neck and facial features shifted to something more in line with men who spent years in the gym. 

Reece knew it had to be his high messing with his mind because Benson was the sort of boy that could talk nonstop and if something was wrong, he'd definitely let everyone in the car know. However, Reece wasn't sure if that was true, as in his head that fact paired with a smaller version of Benson. This Benson, wasn’t he always at the gym working out and showing off? It wasn’t unusual to hear him grunt because he was always pumping iron. Men like him just wanted to show off for the women around him. That’s why he probably took his shirt off: to show off to Kandi.

“Hey Kandi,” a velvet voice, cockier than Reece could recall, came from Benson’s throat. “You, ever been fucked by a real man? Not sure my brother's doing it for you.”

The first thought in Reece’s head was to ask, ‘what the fuck’, but his mind tempered him. Benson had always been like this, wanting to fuck Reece’s girls just to prove he could do it better. Make those girls scream his name as he claimed their pussies for himself. Too many times, did Reece have to listen to one of his girls being turned into Benson’s bitch. Benson didn’t care about them; they were another notch on his bed. He wanted to fuck them to prove that he could.

“Really bro?” Reece looked back annoyed. The pussy hound was on the hunt again, Reece knew his brother could probably smell Kandi's cunt dripping for him. Even now Benson was peacocking with his rings out, no functional purpose other than to show off his style.  Benson had a finger on his lips, showing off an adorable face. How could Reece ever be mad at the absolute fuck monster when he looked so cute? Something inside Reece said his brother was precious as shit, but he couldn’t conjure up a single memory to back that notion up. In reality, Benson had his arms on display, one behind the middle headrest to show his bicep properly. As for the other, even a finger to the lips looked naughty when a man had forearms like Benson. Reece could even see sunlight hitting the golden hairs over his arms. When did it get so hairy?

 

Kandi laughed. Not the ‘you’re so silly’ kind of laugh, a laugh that had her red in the face from being flustered. She’d gotten the Benson charm and was going down. The only reason she hadn't yet was the promise of a crash for all of them if she lost focus on the road. 

Reece slammed his back into his seat, pissed at his brother, but also trying to ignore his own cock while watching the Casanova at work. Kandi didn’t pay him any mind. Reece wasn't even there as far as she was concerned. Benson leaned forward head and neck, coming past the seats. The smell of sweat and iron wafted off him straight into Reece’s nostrils. His brother hadn’t even worked out today; the sun had brought out a smell that now permanently emitted from him. If Reece could smell it, he knew Kandi could smell it and was probably going woozy. Benson chatted her up, Reece didn’t care to listen to the actual words he knew the play by now. Instead, Reece’s eyes clung onto the golden bronzed skin tanned with the love of the sun.

There were murmurs of agreement as Kandi went right along with whatever bullshit Benson was spewing. He fancied himself a philosopher. A philosopher of getting into women’s pants by being an absolute stud. His own words. Reece would never have come up with something so stupid. There were small moans from Kandi that got Reece’s attention, as Benson talked about how ‘hard’ it was being alone in the back seat, and how ‘stiff’ his legs were getting. Reece shrugged, that’s what happened when tall people had to sit in the back. But Kandi was nowhere as dismissive, her thoughts were in the complete opposite traction.

Benson turned to Reece, a smirk on his little brother's face. He had her and he knew it. All he had to do was drive it home. Leaning back both arms behind the headrest for double bicep exposure, Benson thrusted his hips up in a powerful motion that promised one thing to his audience. Kandi swerved a smidge, eyes on the rearview mirror and not the road, thankfully no other cars were out. The smirk was still on Benson’s face; all meant for Reece.

 

Reece’s cock was having its own little party and that cute face on top of that studly body wasn't helping. It was a dichotomy that worked too well for him. Benson got anything he wanted from everyone, and his brother was no exception. Visions played in his head often folding to a version of Benson he didn’t recognize. That Benson wanted the latest toy or game out and Reece was always happy to surprise him. Nah, that wasn’t this Benson. The image changed as the Benson in his head got older matching the one in the back seat. This Benson was only a year apart from Reece, they grew up together. 

It wasn't a ‘vision’ like the previous ones, this new Benson brought memories that felt more real in Reece's mind, aligned to who sat in the car behind him. Benson’s face always did wonders on Reece, but it was the day his brother woke up with that body, Reece found himself defenseless. That’s not to say it happened overnight; muscles couldn’t just appear on someone. It was just one day Reece noticed his brother's gym time was paying off. Benson certainly used that new body to physically impose his will on others, but not for Reece. He didn't need to. Benson had adapted his ways of persuasion for everyone as he matured: his adorableness into fear of his physicality. But Reece always folded like a dinner napkin in Benson’s presence without the threat. Unlike everyone else, Reece gave in not from duress but purely because of Benson’s beauty. Benson’s face and position as the younger brother had always been enough, then the body sealed Reece’s fate. Two visuals that told competing stories about his nature and Reece knew only the naughtiest of them were true.

He remembered some years back the day he came home early from college to surprise everyone; their parents were out at the time. Reece heard noises from upstairs. Thinking Benson was home, Reece walked up only to find his brother’s room vacant, door open, floor clean, bed made. Meanwhile Reece’s door was closed, as he distinguished the sounds not just random noises, but a headboard moving. He walked to his room as the moaning got louder. Turning to the door quietly, he let it swing out. There he was greeted by the sight of his little brother’s dump truck of an ass grinding. Little blond hairs caught the light, revealing its subtle fuzz. Below Benson’s body was a girl; They were fucking in Reece’s room! The girl tossed her head around moaning, hair spilling off the edge. The blond curls dangled there. Reece knew those blond curls. Emilia. His ex-girlfriend. They had broken up before college. She had sent a text the other day asking when Reece got back to their hometown. Reece had responded he was getting back ‘early’, as in relative to when he was expected, not early in the day, and of course he forgot to add the time. Now here Emilia was getting plowed by his brother. Benson’s hips grinded far back, because his cock was THAT HUGE, Reece couldn't quite make it out, but he saw the plump nuts containing his nephews slapping back and forth. The two never even noticed Reece there. He watched the whole thing. The way Emilia gripped the sheets–she’d never done that for him. How Benson drove his cock into her, wrecking her, and how those ass cheeks flexed when thrusted.

“Want my nut, slut?” Benson asked sultry. All Emilia could do was whimper, “My bro never fucked you right so now I have too.” He sucked his teeth, annoyed, as if he were doing an altruistic favor. Emila screamed his name, as Benson thrusted hips locked forward, firing cum. The poor girl had creamed herself. Hard. The entire house quaked as if in agreement with her. All that ado, caused over the motions of some high school senior’s cock. Emilia had passed out

Benson pulled out and turned slightly to look over her in satisfaction. He didn't even notice Reece there, too pleased with himself. The condom on the end of his dick was flooded beyond belief, nothing but a sea of milky white cream, no tip or upper shaft visible. Benson got out of bed, heavy dick swaying. That’s when he finally saw Reece. “Oh, hey bro!” His eyes light up as if he was genuinely ecstatic to run into his brother. There it was, that cute face Reece couldn’t deny, atop a body that had just shown its full capabilities. Reece's anger strangely dissipated. Then Benson wrapped his brother in a full body hug, getting his post-sex sweat all over Reece. “Glad you’re back,” he pulled away. Their heads turned to Emilia slumbering on Reece’s bed. “She’s not too bad, didn’t think she’d last during round five.” He grinned, nudging Reece like it was a joke they shared. With two expert hands, he smoothly slid the condom off his dick. Tying it off, Benson dropped it into Reece’s small trash can by the door. “Welp!” Then he just left with a small pat to Reece’s back, as if he hadn't caused a massive wreckage in his wake. That’s when Reece knew he had truly been whipped.

Emilia woke up on Reece’s sheets in a cock daze that only lasted a minute as she spotted her ex. Reece tongue drawing across his lips. What was there to even say? She stammered out some excuse about coming to see Reece but only finding his brother. Throwing on her clothes she kept talking, explaining, brushing past him, and seeing the result of her romp in the empty condom wrapper that lay deflated in Reece’s trash. For all her words, Reece clocked she didn’t apologize. Because she wasn’t sorry, her stride of pride revealed that much. 

The next year, Benson continued to get what he wanted, following Reece to college. Instead of participating in regular freshman dorm life, Benson wanted to room with his big bro. Not how it was done, but no one ever questioned Benson. Reece could have said, ‘no’. He knew what was coming, but the moment Benson asked, with the slightest pout, and face that looked like it couldn't even conceive the word debauchery, Reese said yes. Their living situation started off nice, until Reece brought a girl home. Benson fucked her. As a matter of fact, he would go on to fuck every girl Benson brought home in their 3 college years together. Reece did have the smart idea to not bring any girl home, but once Benson caught on, he was on top of it.

“Look, you can bring your girl over.” Benson followed him into the kitchen. “It’s going to be fine.”

Reece wasn’t stupid, he didn’t hear a ‘I won’t do it again’ and certainly not an apology; Benson didn’t apologize. Benson was strutting around in his underwear and socks. Classes were over for the day, and he seemed to want his brother to know that too.  Reece was intentionally avoiding looking, knowing he was a wimp for Benson’s looks. The older brother stepped out onto the terrace of their apartment. He needed some air and went to enjoy the sunset. Not to see the face. He closed his eyes and took a deep break. When they opened them, the world was lighter.

“Bro?” Benson asked beggingly and Reece on autopilot turned his head.

 

Yep, that was the face.

Reece crumbled. He brought his girl, and Benson wooed her. Tale as old as time.

After being out of college after some years, Reece thought it’d be fine to take Benson on a car ride, with Kandi, but his lil bro was horned up as ever. Reece had to consider, perhaps the blunt he smoked had an aphrodisiac because Benson had strangely been fine up to that point. Reece's mind was drawing a blank on how they all interacted, leading up to the car. It didn't matter they were in the car now though and Benson wanted some Kandi and more. Kandi pulled off into an empty gas station, practically ready to flood her seat. She announced she was going to the bathroom, with purpose. She left the brothers there. The moment she was gone from view. Reece stormed out of his seat, throwing open the back door. Benson sat there ready to get out, until Reece pushed him back standing outside the car peering down at this brother. He noticed the holes on his little brother's jeans and wondered when that became Benson’s fashion sense. 

“Woah bro, can’t you tell I’m running late to my ‘give dick’ appointment?” He said laid back.

 “God you’re so fucking jealous,” Reece rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up, “Can you not be horny for a car ride?”

“Hey, that blunt really put me in the mood,” He pointed to Reece’s cock, “I think it put you in the mood too. Certainly, got Kandi in the mood,” then, Benson leaned forward and mouthed Reece’s cock in the open as his big brother shuddered. Was it the weed, or had it always been this way? Reece's memories were settling. Benson was insatiable, always had been insatiable, but not solely for pussy. Not truly. Benson wanted his big brother’s cock. After Benson fucked Emilia, Reece went into his brother’s room, saw his naked visage lying there, and he ended up with his cock up Benson’s ass, no condom. Benson’s ass swallowed him up like it was fucking velvet. And he blew a fat load into those warm insides. College was worse because Benson kept sleeping with Reece girls to keep them away. He’d fuck them so good, leave them whimpering his name, meanwhile he’d be crawling into Reece’s bed at night. That’s what Benson had been signaling in the car with all his passes at Kandi: speaking to tease Reece. Leaning forward, purposefully putting his body into a personal space to tempt Reece. He wanted Reece to have sex with him now. As for Kandi? Oh, Benson was still going to fuck her, make no mistake.  She was just going to have to wait awhile, but when the dick on the line was Benson’s women would wait in bathrooms for weeks if that’s what it took. She wasn't going anywhere if the threat was missing her chance.

Reece rolled his tongue in his mouth as he looked over his tantalizing brother in the back seat. He laughed, realizing Benson always knew how to get what he truly wanted. Time for Reece to slide in and close the door behind them.