Lazy Little Brother Lounging On The Couch With His Tits Out, Wearing Nothing But A Little Pair Of Shorts.

Lazy little brother lounging on the couch with his tits out, wearing nothing but a little pair of shorts. His big brother comes inside, glaring at him.

“Come help with the yard, brat.” He’s trying not to look at his brothers tits, but it’s hard. He’s spread out so pretty, basically begging to be roughed up.

“Nooooo! It’s so hot. Big brother come on, it’s too hot for outside chores!” He’s whining because he wants to stay inside, in the AC. “Do my chores for me, you’ll get them done soooo much faster than me anyway!”

Big brother who licks him lips looking at his baby brothers body. So pliant, so easy to move and twist and bruise. “Why the fuck should I? What do I get outta this huh?”

Little brother notices the way his big brothers eyes are narrowed in on his chest. He doesn’t often let his tits out, always keeping them trapped under constrictions and flattened. He grins up at him, running his hands up his own body and squeezing his tits in his hands. The way his hips twist and thrust as he does is unholy.

“I’ll let you bruise em up. Bite em, pinch em, limited time offer. You know how much I hate having them played with, but for my dear big brothers? I’m sure I can make an exception, if I’m not all gross and sweaty and tired from working outside.”

And it’s enough. Oh, it’s enough.