WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OFF

He knew it was wrong... they had always known it wasn't supposed to happen... Nasty... Obscene... that was what it was. Dirty. But they knew they couldn't stop, as well as they shouldn't have started. He had tried to stop it. he had been sensible for fuck's shake! But Kevin would never listen to him...

It was against every fucking law on face of earth... and maybe that's what made of it more exciting... more thrilling... maybe that's what had made him give in.

They were blood related. They were cousins. How fucking gross was that? Brian didn't like to think of it... he hated the guilt swallowing him over. It was creepy... He preferred to get lost in feelings, forget his mind... Because Kevin dominated him... Brian couldn't quite understand how he had allowed things to reach this level... Like, he was Brian Littrell, he was the good, peaceful one, the one to preach God's rules and all that stuff... But not even the Bible was enough to keep him from being Kevin's bitch. That's what he was. And that was what turned him on.

Brian closed his eyes and felt his groin calling his attention... It was shameful... No one should ever know about it. God, he wondered what would Nick say if he knew it? Nick, his best friend ever, just how much he liked, loved that guy! If Nick knew he would never talk to him again... if the other guys knew they would never look at them again. Because two cousins fucking was gross... was wrong. You knew that Brian, didn't you? Didn't you? Yes, you knew... and it turned you on doing something so nasty and forbidden...

He was not a kid. Twenty two years old. He didn't have this excuse of not knowing what he was getting himself into. Kevin had always been strange around him... When the older guy made his ultimate approach on him Brian wanted to yell him away, to tell him to fuck off. But suddenly something kept him...

It could have been the way Kevin touched his cock tenderly, keeping his arms forcefully locked behind his back, whispering soothing words in his ear... whispering like everything was gonna be ok, like Brian didn't have to worry...

Cause it felt good, didn't it Brian? He closed his eyes because that hand felt so good. But he had tried! Brian whined and begged for Kevin to let him go. What the fuck was he thinking anyway? They were relatives! What if... what if his mom ever found out?

Please stop Kevin!

But he hadn't... Kevin worked him nicely... he touched Brian right until his cock was drooling in pleasure... And then... when Kevin had Brian completely under his control, feverishly depending on his hand... then it had began.

Kevin whispered the dirtiest words in his ear. And although Brian knew he should have moved away, made it all stop... it only added to his arousal, it only made Brian moan in hot pleasure...

You like this, don't you... cousin? Shhh... don't say a thing... you like my hand doing this, don't you? Look at the tip of your cock, look how you love it... you little bitch.

Even now Brian could sweat just remembering this day. He tried to deny Kevin, but he felt weak... maybe... maybe he liked to be treated like this. During the daylights everything would be normal, Brian was who he had ever been, but at night... Oh, when the lights went off... he came in. And that day was the first of it all. Brian sometimes cried, begging Kevin to let him go. He wasn't gay, he didn't like to be fucked, it was wrong! So wrong cause their blood types matched... it made Brian feel filthy... But oh... when things started to get heavy... didn't Brian luv to be filthy?

"Please Kevin... no..."

He caught himself having a throbbing erection at the memories. It was always about the fucking thing. Brian totally doomed this act! He hated, he hated that he was fucked... it was so absurdly dirty and nasty... So amazingly good that Brian needed this thought to get himself off when he was alone. He denied this truth... he begged Kevin to let him go because he wasn't fucking gay, and he didn't want anything in his ass! For fuck's sake, it was wrong! Specially with Kevin...

"What are you doing?!" - he panted.

Brian had never come so hard in his whole life. Yes... he had loved it. Loved the words Kevin dominantly whispered to him... the dirtiest, the better... He was so screwed up, so fucking disgusting Brian himself felt like puking...

All he wanted was for Kevin to let him go. All he needed... Damn, why wouldn't he leave him alone? Brian's tears were frustrated and paradoxical... He needed, he wanted Kevin. He wanted Kevin to be bad to him... He cried out for Kevin not to touch him when truth was he loved that Kevin fucked him good... Yes, Kevin would punish him if he knew. "I'm so bad... so bad..." - Brian shuddered.

But he was turned on. And it was night. His door was locked. He needed to have relief, but he didn't want Kevin to show up. He feared Kevin... This was so wicked that Brian almost went insane. He preferred to forget who he was when he took that special toy from a bottom drawer.

Brian stripped to boxers and without taking them off his body he pulled his dick out of it through the space on the front. And also through that space Brian reached somewhere else...

He didn't even open his eyes when he got that. He didn't want to look what he would be doing. Because he was being bad... he was being nasty and if somebody saw him he would be punished... But it felt so godammed good!

Brian took the nine inches vibrator and still wearing his boxers he found a way to place it at his opening. By this time his cock was wet in lust... All those memories... Brian felt dirty, and he liked to feel filthy when he was turned on... he liked to be the bitch... the whore...

His hand eagerly wrapped around his cock, and he stroked himself with passion.

"Ohm..."

Brian moaned quietly, and ever so gently his free hand pressed the vibrator further into him. Just the very tip... God, it felt so damn good...

"Kevin's fault, its all Kevin's fault..." - Brian whispered, his cock leaking in his hand, throbbing in need. But Brian wanted more... he needed, he couldn't help! The feeling of something thick filling him inside had become addictive...

Addictive...

Brian's left hand made the thick vibrator penetrate him more, and he shuddered with the pain and pleasure he felt inside... That burning... he loved it. He loved it.

Brian loved the pain... And Kevin also knew that. He knew Brian liked to feel humiliated, Brian liked to feel bad, to feel so wrong and nasty... Because, because deep inside he was feeling good... and it felt right.

His cock was crimson with the passion of his strokes. Brian fucked himself deeper with the vibrator, needing, needing to feel it deeper... And somehow the feeling of still keeping his boxers on made it even more... erotic... even dirtier... He loved the dirty. Loved the wicked and shameful things...

And that was when Kevin walked in. Oh, he had the keys... of course he did. And he loved the little show, the performance he did with Brian when the lights went off... always when it was dark. When they couldn't see... But Kevin turned the lights on for them. The rest of the people could be in the dark, but Kevin wanted the lights on in that bedroom. He wanted to look at Brian, he wanted it to feel even more shameful to him... Because Brian didn't like Kevin watching... and Kevin knew that Brian needed what he didn't like.

"What?" - Brian gasped, panted... his breath erratic, his two working hands suddenly stopping.

"Spare keys." - Kevin locked the door again. Brian looked scared. Kevin loved that... he loved it when Brian was scared.

"God..." - Brian's fearful eyes showed the feelings he was going through. Suffocating pleasure and fear... how dangerous could it be? How nasty could it get?

"So..." - Kevin licked his lips and approached Brian. - "I see what your doing."

"Nothing, I'm doing nothing!"

"Don't you dare stopping." - Kevin said firmly before Brian could move.

Brian panted, a cold shin of sweat ran down his spine. He shivered.

"So... my little beloved cousin..."

He said that. He made sure to remind him they were blood related. It was gross, it was gross Kevin! It was wrong, and he liked the wrong. They both did, right Brian?

"Saying you didn't like it... so fucking cocky about it... Always complaining..." - Kevin's cock was throbbing inside his pants at the sight of Brian there, sat on the corner of his bed, his legs spread open. His right hand still wrapped on his needy cock, the other... - "Shame on you, Brian! You are fucking yourself with what...? A dildo? That is so nasty, so shameful and you know that!" - Kevin said harshly. - "You shall never look at yourself on the mirror again..." - he smiled teasingly.

Brian tried to stop, feeling deliciously uncomfortable.

"No I said. Don't stop. I wanna see it."

"Kevin, no... go away..." - Brian begged.

Kevin sat in front of him.

"Let me watch it. I want to watch it. I wanna see you fuck yourself with this Brian. Nice and slowly... like you were doing before."

Brian locked eyes with Kevin. So vulnerable... so hot...

His shaking hand began to push that again... in and out of his hole... his body shuddering under the pleasure.

"You lied to me." - Kevin said and Brian stopped his moves, not before giving his cock a gentle tug. - "You were so stubborn, you cried for me not to touch you, but all you really wanted was a thick cock right in your asshole... wasn't it?"

"Hm..."

"Wasn't it, Brian?"

"Kevin..." - he pleaded.

"You know that I'll have to punish you, don't you Brian? You know I'll make you feel pain for lying to me..." - Brian was shaking his head, his eyes closed in a deaf need. - "You want it? You want me to punish you? To spank you? Is that what you want? Saying you don't like what I do and secretly fucking yourself with a fucking dildo?"

Brian trembled. But his heart raced even more when he heard the noise of Kevin unblocking his belt.

"What will you do to me? Kevin no.. please... what?" - Brian's breath was in the staccato kinda way, so nervous, so aroused he was.

Kevin held the leather belt in his hand. Brian closed his legs instinctively.

"Spread your legs I'm saying."

"No..." - Brian whimpered.

"Do it. You need to be punished, Brian..."

Kevin's eyes were flaming his younger cousin. Their little world could be as wicked and perverted as it happened... when the lights went off to everyone else.

His arousal pulsing through his member, Brian spread his legs. It wasn't much later when he felt the quick and fast move, a slash sound when it hit him hard, when it hit his crotch. The pain spread quickly and Brian cried out loud in pain.

"OH! It hurts!!!"

"Spread your legs, I said. You know you need this..."

Brian was about to cum, he still had that thick vibrator half way inside him. And the spell was dirty. Just what he needed to come.

"Kevin..." - Brian moaned in pain, in pain and in delirious pleasure.

Crack!

"Fuck!!!" - Brian felt new tears with the pain when Kevin hit his cock with his belt. He felt on the verge of cumming too.

"Now Brian... take off your boxers. I want you exposed. You nasty little bitch..."

"Please no... I don't wanna do it..."

"C'mon... now!"

Brian did as he said, and along with the boxers he was about to remove the little toy inside himself.

"No, stop. Listen... I want you to keep fucking yourself with your thick little vibrator. Is that you want, isn't it? You want something to fuck you good, why wouldn't you admit it? When I wanted to do you good, why wouldn't you admit you love to feel something in this forbidden little opening...?"

Brian couldn't even look at Kevin, so bad it was affecting him.

"Keep fucking yourself, Brian... keep using this dildo... yeah... like this. Really nice and slowly... Don't stop doing it. And now I'll keep on punishing you."

CRACK! On his naked pelvis, his cock swollen in pain, swollen in need for a release. His left hand quickly fucking him... spread out legs. Exposed... so wrong, Brian, so wrong...

Crack!!!

"Please! Ohhh!" - Brian cried out. His right hand picked up speed, stroking his dick harder at the same time the pain became almost unbearable.

"Shut up, you need this, you perv!" - he slashed him again.

"Fuck!!" - Brian nearly yelled as he came hard, long and successive spurs of cum left his cock, his hand furiously milking the sore shaft.

Kevin stopped what he was doing and only watched it as Brian got lost in his multiple orgasms, shaking on that bed, coming long and beautifully.

The older guy left when Brian still had his eyes closed. Kevin turned off the lights and went away. Leaving the door unlocked this time.

When the most powerful orgasm he had ever had finally ended, Brian felt exhausted. But not only this... He heard Kevin leaving his room. He knew he was alone, and it was dark again.

That flaming blanket yelling guilt fell over him. And he felt small.

He felt so suffocating, so ashamed that it was difficult to breath, and when he curled up in his bed, along with the sheets and his pillow, Brian was sobbing. The orgasm left his body, and the dirty reality haunted him, making Brian cry truly desperate. No one would ever help him. He had no way out. It would never stop...

Brian cried harder. Hating himself, hating his body. Hating his nasty being. He felt nasty now. Brian cried like a child. Because it could have no end. And it would always come back. Always.

As soon as the lights went off.

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