The Reunion with my older brother

I had not seen my older brother, Sergio, for over a year. Since he had moved to that rural house lost in the mountains of Huesca, we had barely spoken on the phone. Now that I had just turned 18, I had decided to visit him for the weekend. The bus ride seemed endless, looking out the window as the landscape became increasingly wild and isolated.

The house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by holm oaks and without neighbors for kilometers. Sergio received me at the door with a smile I didn't remember. He had changed a lot: more muscular, with a closed beard and a gaze that crossed me from top to bottom in a way that made me feel strange.

"Finally, you're 18," he said as he helped me with my backpack. "It was about time you came to visit me."

Something in his tone made me nervous, but also excited. During dinner, I could barely focus on the conversation. His eyes didn't stop studying me, as if he was evaluating something. When we finished, he got up and stood in front of me.

"Do you know why I invited you now and not before?" he asked me with a hoarse voice.

I shook my head, my heart racing a thousand times.

"Because I've been waiting for you to be of age to do this."

Without another word, he grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and kissed me. It wasn't a fraternal kiss. It was desperate, dominant, with his tongue exploring my mouth while I melted in his arms. When he separated, I was left breathless.

"I've fantasized about you for years," he whispered in my ear. "But I wasn't going to touch a minor. Now that you're an adult, you're going to be my fuck slave this weekend."

I should have been horrified, but instead, I felt a wave of excitement that made me tremble. Sergio smiled when he saw my reaction.

"I knew it. I knew you wanted this as much as I did."

He took me to his room, where he had prepared ropes, collars, and other objects I couldn't name. He undressed me with calculated movements, caressing every centimeter of skin he uncovered.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

I obeyed without thinking. Sergio took off his clothes, revealing a body that made me salivate. His cock was already hard, thick, and veiny. Without a word, he grabbed my hair and forced me to approach.

"Suck," he growled.

I launched myself at his member with desperation, savoring every centimeter. His taste was intense, salty, perfect. Sergio groaned as he fucked my mouth, controlling the rhythm with his hands on my head.

"What a good fuck slave you've been made," he murmured. "I knew you had a whore's mouth."

His words excited me even more. He separated me abruptly and pushed me towards the bed.

"Now you're going to lick my ass like the dog you are."

He got on all fours and spread his buttocks to access his anus. The smell was intoxicating, masculine, and dirty. I passed my tongue over his entrance while ...