You enter the sauna, the atmosphere thick with steam and the smell of male sweat. You think no one has seen you, but I'm there, your own brother, who caught you a few minutes ago crouched between a guy's legs, sucking like a real needy slut. You freeze, shame evident even in your eyes, but I say nothing. I grab your arm and drag you firmly to the locker room. Without letting you protest, I take you to the back door and push you outside. "You're coming with me," I order, with a dry voice that you know doesn't allow for debate.

In the bar, it smells of stale beer and tired men. I sit you down in front of me, look you straight in the eye, crossing my arms and fixing my gaze on your red face. "So you've become a cocksucker?" I say loudly, without softening. You turn your face away, embarrassed, but I don't let you look away. "Don't fuck with me, look at me. How long have you been into this shit? How many have you sucked tonight?" I continue, enjoying how you squirm in your seat, uncomfortable, unable to escape your own brother's interrogation.

I notice you swallowing saliva, without daring to lie. I force you to tell the truth, to describe in detail how many cocks you've had in your mouth, how they've grabbed your head, how they've come in your mouth or left you with your knees trembling. I want to hear it from your lips, with humiliation making you sweat cold.

I feel your breathing accelerating, your body rigid with shame, and my gaze doesn't leave yours. We walk down the street together, your head hung low, not daring to look at me. I don't let you say a word. When we arrive at my house, I close the door and press you against the wall. The silence is heavy, the air charged with what just happened in the sauna, with all the questions you've swallowed without answering.

I grab you firmly by the nape of your neck and force you to look me in the eye. "Do you really think this is going to stay a secret?" I whisper, my rough voice close to your face. "If you want to keep your mouth shut, you'll have to earn it. And you know exactly what I want, brother. No hiding, no shame: you'll open your mouth and swallow every last drop, because that's the only way I'll keep quiet."

I let you fall to your knees in front of me, knowing your role well. You're nothing more than a submissive brother, humiliated, unable to look away or defend yourself from what's coming. I unbutton my pants and force you to open your mouth wide, firmly, without giving you a second to decide. The bitter taste of shame rises through your body as I let go, marking well in your throat my new position with you.

I don't look away from you for a single instant while I unload everything into your mouth, filling you, breaking any familial boundary. I push you to your knees in front of me, your breathing so rapid you can almost hear the beating of your own heart. My hand holds your head, my fingers gripping your hair as I push your jaw down, slo...