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[BRIDGET]

The thing about having parents that are workaholics is that they aren't around much. And when your parents aren't around much? You get saddled with watching your baby brother. Except Seifer's a teenager and watching your baby brother is just about the lamest thing he could be doing. It's not like Bridget isn't of age to be at home by himself. But 'rents are gonna worry, that's what they do. 'He needs a good influence Seifer' and all that.

Except Bridget isn't exactly a normal younger brother either. To start with he looks like...damn it...he looks like a girl! And when you get down to it he's not much different from a girly girl, nice and says pleases and thank yous and everything. He's way too much of a pushover! As top dog in Twilight Town ~~in his imagination~~ it makes Seifer's blood boil. A younger brother like this is an embarrassment!

Doesn't change the fact that they're related though and what's Seifer's is always going to be Seifer's. ...Of course right now he'd rather be fooling around with some hot girl or street fighting than sitting at home watching Bridget. And...doing his homework. He's got the armor shop's latest magazine hidden under his math workbook open to the lingerie section of course. Just a little motivation, nothing wrong with that... Now's seeming like the perfect time for a break though.

"Hey. Get me a snack." It's an order he barks at Bridget with the complete expectation that it'll be obeyed.

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Bridget had been on the floor in front of Seifer, laying on his stomach and thumbing through a magazine of his own, one of the many he had filled with the sort of cute dresses and accessories he liked. He'd been thinking about getting a part time job at the cafe, both to prove to their parents he didn't need Seifer of all people looking out for him and to earn a little extra munny to enhance his wardrobe. And of course listening to some tunes on his headphones, which was just so ruuudely interrupted by Seifer.

Bridget let out a sigh, turning to look over his shoulder at his brother, and then at the kitchen which his brother was obviously closer to than he was, and then back at Seifer. Well, if he gave him lip, Seifer's mood would just get worse, and it'd be a looong evening in that case, so...

"What do you want?" Bridget set his headphones aside and closed his magazine, rolling up off the floor and straightening out his altogether way too short skirt and heading over to the kitchen.

The motion draws his gaze to Bridget's little, emphasis on 'little', ensemble before turning back to the armor magazine. ...He hates to say it, but a chainmail bikini probably wouldn't look out of place on his little brother. Those hips... Even if Bridget is missing the important stuff up top that doesn't mean he isn't cute. And hot. Kind of like the blonde model he's looking at right now.

...

"Meat of course. Don't we have some hotdogs you can microwave or something? All real men want meat." That's not a euphemism at all. Sure. Damn though this is pissing him off... Stuck babysitting and looking at Maria with her half breast breastplate in the pages of Armor Monthly. ...Bridget owes him for this really. All this time of his youth he's wasting here!

"If you haven't already scarfed them all down," Bridget sighed. And hey, he liked meat, too! He loved hotdogs most of all, but it was always a fight when they had them in the house. Bridget made his way past the couch, his hips swaying absentmindedly as he did so, long ago having taught himself to walk like that until it was second nature. It wasn't about just being 'girly' for him, he just liked being cute, okay? Seifer just didn't understand, and probably never would by his reckoning.

"How many do you want? And don't say all of them, because I'm gonna want some, too."

Not even thinking about it Seifer got up to follow. "Who said you could have some?" He sure didn't. Leaning on a counter in the kitchen his eyes glanced over Bridget before pointing down at the floor. "You want things in my town you've gotta ask for them properly."

You know. One one's knees.

Bridget balked at that. He had the package in hand, ready to set them onto two plates, when Seifer said that and it just kind of buzzed right into his brain.

"You must be joking. We're not little kids, I'm not doing that again," oh how he recalled the torturous times Seifer made hm do that to get his teddybear back when they were younger... But he looked pretty serious, too.

"Little brothers don't get a choice." It was an easy quip coupled with Seifer placing an hand on Bridget's head to shove him down to his knees. No it couldn't be said Seifer really got Bridget's whole taste in fashion. But more than that it was frustrating. A little brother who didn't present himself like a little brother and, what was more, had the figure of the kind of girls Seifer wanted to be chasing after. Cute and sassy with that slight hint of refinement. Bridget always dressed appealingly without stooping to downright trashy. And that--

"If you want something you'd better say it loud and clear and hope I'm feeling nice, Bridget." It just pissed him off that he wasn't supposed do anything about it.

Bridget muttered something under his breath about 'growing up', but knew better than to actually physically resist. He and Seifer had been in knock down drag outs before, and it never ended well for Bridget. So rather than escalate this any further, he dropped down to his knees and turned up his eyes to the elder brother, swallowing his pride. He really wanted that hot dog.

"May I... please, have some meat," Bridget's tone was sweet enough that it was hard to tell he was doing this begrudgingly. Maybe he overdid it a bit.

...Damn if this wasn't just like that video of XXX Ladies of Midnight Town Raijin had shown him last week. He crossed his arms, regarding his little brother. His little brother with the mini skirt that was struggling to cover his underwear in this position and those cute, cherry lips putting out those saccharine words. ...He licked his own lips. Shit this was pretty wrong, hunh.

"...Yeah, sure. I guess I'm feeling charitable. Close your eyes and open your mouth. Big brother's orders." So, naturally, they needed to be obeyed or there'd be a whoppin' in Bridget's future.

"Come on, haven't I groveled enough?" Bridget sighed, knowing this wouldn't get any better if he didn't go along with it. At least whatever embarrassment he'd need to suffer would be just between them, he figured, and after a few frustrated moments, he did as asked, closing his eyes and letting his mouth hang just open enough to fit whatever gross thing Seifer was probably going to prank him with...

And just like that Bridget did it. He didn't look bad doing it either. People always said real life wasn't as hot as porn, but clearly they hadn't met Seifer's younger brother. For a moment, a single moment, he considered getting a dirty rag or a bug to mess with Bridget. But you know? That was kids' stuff. Bridget had said something about growing up.

Latching his thumbs into the top of his pants and his briefs underneath, he slipped both down. He wasn't surprised to find himself partially hard already. This wasn't the first time though Seifer had always been careful to hide it before. Bridget had that kind of effect and he didn't even know it.

"Remember, you asked for this." Specifics were an important thing. Hooking a finger in Bridget's mouth he opened it wider and shoved in. Not all the way, just enough to give the younger boy a mouthful. "Suck it."

It was the last thing he expected.

No, that was a lie to. He never expected it. He had never once felt even remotely suspicious about whether or not Seifer had this kind of gumption, much less these desires. His mind raced through several things, shocked into stunned silence for those thoughts to all come tumbling in.

His first thought was that he tasted salty, but that was quickly dismissed by more important matters, like the fact that this was definitely his brother's cock in his mouth, and not being done as some cruel prank, but from the sound of it, a genuine desire for Bridget to... to do this for him. He wondered if this was just some sudden, sociopathic impulse or if there was something deeper, that this was just Seifer's way of expressing it in a way that, if Bridget really thought about it, made sense for someone like Seifer...

And then he thought about his own opinions on his brother. Okay, Seifer was an asshole, but he was his brother and he loved him. He'd stood up for him when he was bullied when they were younger (even if Seifer bullied him, too). And he was... conventionally attractive. He took care of himself in an effort to impress the girls around town, and of course he'd noticed that. But Bridget could hardly admit he had feelings about other guys, much less that he thought his brother was hot, but...

This wash happening. This was real. And without much more hesitation... he started to do as Seifer asked, gently letting his lips wrap around the warm shaft, his tongue rolling along the base and bobbed his head forward to take more of that length down his mouth. His first ever blowjob... and it was his brother's cock... it was wrong on so many levels, but wasn't it too late to stop now? They couldn't just pretend it wasn't happening, now that Seifer's cock was already in his mouth, and he was sucking on it...

A groan left Seifer at those motions. Not even a single word of protest. That was Bridget for you. The compliance was still surprising. Was this really happening? Bridget's mouth around his dick, his tongue tasting his length. Seifer was only partially hard before, but the sight of Bridget doing this seemingly so willing was quickly taking care of the rest. Somehow the fact that it was Bridget of all people made the feeling of those lips and that tongue only better.

Shit... What had he been expecting? He didn't know, but now that this was really happening he didn't want to stop here. Reaching down his fingers curled in Bridget's hair, almost gentle. Almost.

"You can be more enthusiastic than that." Holding his brother's head in place he shoved in the rest of the way, careless as to how it might affect Bridget. Looking down at that cute face sucking him off was too much; the power trip it afforded only made him want to step things up. "Just how long have you been wanting this?"

Or rather, it was Seifer who'd been wanting this for so long. And now that he had it it was even better than he'd imagined. But really Bridget had had to have felt something all this time. ...Hadn't he? Childish, wishful thinking or not it didn't really matter. Seifer knew all he had to do was say jump and Bridget would ask how high. He had no plans on refraining from abusing that.

At this point, whatever Seifer had expected was irrelevant, as the reality was definitely that his little brother was on his knees, Seifer's length in his mouth, and Bridget actually trying in some way to do his best.

The thrust was unexpected, but he tried to roll with it, forcing himself not to cough or choke and instead just sort of swallowed around his brother's cock, lips locking and tongue pressing firmly to the base, before pulling back and letting the head pop out of his mouth with a wet smack. A hand came up to stroke the now fully thickened member, Bridget not even responding to Seifer's question before his mouth was occupied again, kissing along the length from base to tip.

When your little brother was surprisingly good at fondling your cock. Otherwise known as Seifer's breath audibly catching and his grip tightening. As much as he'd love to continue talking trash he was hard put to when on the receiving end of the best blowjob of his life. ...Not exactly hard when it was the third blowjob of his life. But neither of the girls in town had lavished it as much as Bridget was doing.

It almost felt like a copout to be this close to coming already. With precum leaking from his tip and his balls tightening in preparation, it was that good. Certainly an hell of a lot better than his own hand. He wouldn't let things end here though. Reaching into the pocket of his pants he hastily dragged out his phone. He was going to memorialize this.

Bridget had... well, pretty much no experience whatsoever with this, but he had plenty of good idea of what would feel good and what wouldn't with his own experimentation, and besides, he'd never been this turned on in his life. The forbidden nature of it all, the fact that this was Seifer, and all of those emotions and concerns boiling inside of him pushed him to just do more...

But he stopped entirely when he caught sight of Seifer's phone.

"N-no way, you can't take any pictures of this!" His face went even redder. He wasn't in much of a position to negotiate but... "We'll both be dead if anyone finds out!"

Edited 2016-03-20 05:24 (UTC)

The sudden cessation of Bridget's ministrations was immediately and keenly missed. He just needed that little bit more... Damn it.

"No one's going to find out!" He snapped it more than he meant to. At the end of the day Bridget was still his. His only little brother. So... "I always take care of you, don't I?"

Though it was hard put to describe this as taking care of Bridget. More like an abuse of power. But he was choosing not to see it that way. "It'll stay between us only. Don't you dare leave me hanging Bridget."

As if to accentuate the fact his dick twitched in Bridget's hand, wanting more of those good touches. More than just Seifer's mouth was eager for the younger boy to get back to work.

It was easy enough to take his word for it, but Bridget still worried. Someone could hack Seifer's phone, or he could send someone the picture on accident, or...

Well, there was little sense in getting worked up over it when there was still a job to be done. He just had to have faith, once again, that Seifer would protect him, protect them both. And it wasn't as if he wanted to stop at this point... there was no sense in denying that he also wanted this.

With a small whimper of concern, he went back to work, taking Seifer between his lips again and sucking down his length, letting it push all the way back until he could feel Seifer's hair tickling his nose...

Ugh... That whimper made Seifer want to give Bridget something to really be concerned about. He was having issues of his own though as Bridget took him back in, sucking him right down like it was time for dessert and his dick was an after dinner popsicle. The deep groan that left him was more than appreciative of that wet heat and the almost caressing walls of Bridget's throat as it took him in.

He was getting distracted, damn it. Gripping his phone he hurriedly brought up the camera app. A few quick pictures, the click of the 'shutter' more than letting Bridget know what he was doing, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. Grabbing that blonde hair to tilt back the head it was attached to he encouraged Bridget to look up. He wanted to see his brother's face when--

"I'm gonna--" He didn't finish that sentence, hips jerking forward forcefully. It looked like Bridget was getting a snack after all.

Well Seifer definitely had a great perspective for the brief moment of surprise in Bridget's eyes as very suddenly his mouth was filled with a burst of white, catching him off guard and causing a bit of hit to dribble down his chin, where his hand quickly caught it to keep it from dripping onto his skirt... that definitely would be awkward to explain...

It tasted... well, it was still salty, but he found himself not minding the flavor at all, enhanced all them ore by the fact it was Seifer's, his brother's, seed. As apprehensive as he'd been, he was in no mood to deny how exciting this was, and how the taboo of it all just made it that much more arousing. His brother's cock, his brother's come... He drank it down in a show for him, gently stroking out the last few bursts of it into his mouth.

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