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I’d known Noah since freshman year. Best friends. Shared dorm, shared secrets, shared every late-night pizza and every shitty hangover. I knew the sound of his laugh when he was actually amused versus when he was just being polite. I knew the way his shoulders looked under a worn T-shirt. I knew how his voice dropped when he was tired.

I also knew, for longer than I wanted to admit, that I wanted more.

It started small. His thigh pressed against mine on the couch and neither of us moved. The wa
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    Three months after the wedding the secret had only grown heavier and more necessary.Ryan and Sarah had moved into a light-filled apartment across town with big windows and a guest room that almost never got used for guests. I still lived in my parents’ house, finishing the last stretch of the thesis. On paper everything looked exactly as it should: the newlyweds settling into married life, the younger brother still grinding through grad school, family dinners once a week that were warm and ordinary on the surface.Underneath, nothing had stopped.Ryan found reasons to stop by the house when Sarah was at work or out with friends. Sometimes it was a tool he needed to return. Sometimes it was a question about the thesis he already knew the answer to. Sometimes there was no excuse at all—just his car in the driveway and the front door unlocking with the spare key he still had. Every time, the pattern was the same. Locked doors. Quiet urgency. The familiar stretch and burn of him pushing

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    Three days until the wedding.The house had turned into a staging ground. Garment bags hung from door frames. Boxes of programs and favors covered the dining table. Sarah moved through it all with a kind of bright, exhausted focus. Ryan played his part perfectly in front of her and used every remaining scrap of privacy to keep me full.Thursday morning she left at 7:50 for a final hair-and-makeup trial with the bridesmaids. Ryan watched the car disappear, locked the door, and had me bent over the kitchen counter before the coffee finished brewing. Lube. Two fingers. Then his cock sinking into me in one smooth thrust while I was still half-asleep and already hard.“Three days,” he said against the back of my neck, setting a deep, steady rhythm. “Three days and I marry her. And the night before the wedding I’m still going to have you like this. You’re going to walk into that ceremony with my cum inside you and watch me put a ring on her finger.”He reached around and stroked me in time

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    One week until the wedding.The house had become a war zone of floral samples, place-card drafts, and last-minute vendor calls. Sarah moved through it like a general. Ryan played the perfect fiancé in public and the man who couldn’t stop breeding her brother in private. The windows were shorter now, the risks sharper, and the hunger between us had stopped pretending it would burn out after the ceremony.Monday morning she left early for a final cake tasting with the bridesmaids. Ryan watched her car disappear down the street, then locked the door and found me still in the kitchen with a half-finished cup of coffee.“Forty-five minutes,” he said. “I’m using all of them.”He bent me over the counter, yanked my sweatpants down, and pushed two slick fingers into me without preamble. I was still soft from the night before; they slid in easy. He worked me open just enough, then replaced them with his cock in one long thrust. The sudden fullness dragged a moan out of me that I didn’t bother

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    Two weeks until the wedding.The number sat in the back of my mind like a clock that wouldn’t stop ticking. Sarah had started leaving wedding binders open on every surface. Sample menus, seating charts, last-minute vendor emails. Ryan still came over most evenings. He still found ways. The difference was that the windows were getting shorter and the risk felt sharper every time.Tuesday morning Sarah left for work at the usual time. Ryan had a late start. The house was ours for ninety minutes. He used seventy of them.He took me on the living-room floor first—jeans shoved down, my back against the rug, his hand over my mouth even though no one else was home. The urgency was different now. Faster. Hungrier. He fucked me like he was trying to leave a permanent mark before the wedding locked everything into place.“Two weeks,” he panted against my ear, driving into me hard. “Two weeks and I put a ring on her finger. And the night before I’m still going to find a way to get my cock in you

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    Monday morning the house finally emptied in a way that felt like exhaling.My parents left at 8:10 for the long drive home. Sarah left for work at 8:25. Ryan had blocked the entire day off under the excuse of “wedding logistics.” By 8:40 the front door was locked and the silence in the house was thick and deliberate.He found me in the kitchen still holding a half-finished cup of coffee. He took it out of my hand, set it on the counter, and kissed me like he’d been waiting all weekend to do it properly. No rush. No hand over my mouth. Just deep, hungry, open-mouthed kissing while his hands shoved my clothes out of the way.“All day,” he said against my lips. “No parents. No sister until at least six. I’m going to keep you full until she walks through that door.”He bent me over the counter first—familiar now, almost ritual. Lube from the junk drawer. Two fingers, then three, working me open with slow, thorough patience. I was still soft from the night before; the stretch was easy and

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    Sunday morning the countdown felt real.Three weeks until the wedding. The house was still full of my parents, still thick with ordinary noise, and the secret between Ryan and me had started to feel like a living thing that needed constant feeding. I woke up already half-hard, the familiar dull ache and the faint sticky shift of last night’s load reminding me exactly where I stood.Downstairs the performance began again. Mom made French toast. Dad read the news. Sarah talked about final alterations on the dress. Ryan sat across from me and ate like the perfect future brother-in-law. Under the table his foot pressed against mine the entire meal. Every time I shifted I felt the warm evidence of him slowly leaking into my underwear. When Mom asked if I was coming down with something because my face looked flushed, I blamed the humidity and forced another smile.After breakfast Sarah announced she needed to drive into the city for a final meeting with the wedding planner. Mom decided to g

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    The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax h

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    The heavy slam of the locker room door still reverberated in the silence long after Jax had left, but Alex remained slumped on the wooden bench, chest heaving, body trembling from the aftershocks. Cum continued to leak slowly from his abused hole, warm and sticky, pooling beneath him on the worn su

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    The metallic clang of the locker doors still echoed in Alex’s ears as Jax marched him toward the long wooden bench in the center of the changing area. Cum from the brutal first round already leaked down the freshman’s inner thighs in warm, sticky trails, marking him with undeniable evidence of what

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    The aquatic center smelled of chlorine and damp concrete, a scent that had become both comforting and suffocating for Alex over the past three weeks. Nineteen years old, with a lean swimmer’s build—narrow shoulders, smooth pale skin, and long legs that still felt too awkward—he had joined the recre

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