Tasting Trevor

We were halfway through a workout when he said the words that would change our relationship forever.

My brother Trevor and I been working out together for about a year and a half. Honestly, it was pretty much the only time we spent time together - we were both too busy to hang out much outside of the gym.

He's bi, which once upon a time, would have really weirded me out. Two guys, muscles, not many clothes on - you can imagine, yeah? But he's still my brother, and I love him, so when he told me that he "swung both ways", I tried not to let it affect our relationship.

So we'd been chatting about women, and he'd said that there was this one chick that he couldn't get enough of. I laughed at that, of course - I'd been in the same situation.

And then he said it.

"Yeah, her name's Michelle, and there's...there's just something about her pussy, man."

I'm glad that I wasn't holding any weights at the time, because I swear I would have dropped them. That sentence, it brought it all back. Michelle, her pussy, the court order...I must have gone white as a sheet, because halfway through a set of hammer curls, he just stopped, put the weight down, and put his arm on my shoulder.

"What's wrong, man?"

"Michelle..." I gasped, pushing away the water he'd offered me. "Oh, Jesus...is she black?"

"Well, yeah, but...-"

"Does she work in finance?"

"Yeah, I think...-"

"Doberfield Investment, down-town?"

There was a pause, and he just stared at me, before nodding.

"Oh, Christ..." I said, and lay down.

The room was spinning, and it was a few minutes before I could muster up the energy to get up and tell him the story.

"It was about a year ago...before you moved to the city."

###

Michelle and I had met at a bar. She was cute, but nothing to write home about. She liked muscly guys - explained why she'd taken a shining to my brother as well, I guess. We'd gone back to hers that night, and she'd asked me to go down on her.

Now I'm not going to lie - I like pussy as much as the next guy, but given a choice, I'd rather fuck one than taste one. But Michelle was very persuasive, and so it wasn't long before my tongue was buried in her snatch, and I was surprised to find that I was enjoying it. No, more than that - it was amazing. Better than sex.

She came a few times from my tongue, and she wanted to fuck, as well. I wasn't going to say no, but all the time she rode me, I couldn't help but wish that I was still going down on her. It was like Trevor said - I couldn't get enough of it.

Not that I've ever done them, but the only thing I can compare it to is like being on a drug...after tasting her, I was on a high for a few hours. It was glorious.

I got her number, and kept seeing her, and every time I did, I'd insist on going down on her for an hour or two before we did anything else. She was nice enough, but the main reason I was seeing her was the taste of her pussy. Outside of the bedroom we didn't really click.

She hinted that the bedroom visits were going to stop if I didn't start taking her to nice places, so I figured that would be the end of the relationship. I stopped calling her for a few days, and ignored her texts.

And after about a week, it hit me. I'd been having a hell of a week, and hadn't been able to work out why - I'd been hungry, but never really managed to be full. I was thirsty, but no matter what I drank, it never really satisfied. And then I got a text from her, simply saying "Cum by n eat me out?"

I knew, in that moment, exactly what I needed.

I needed to taste her pussy again.

###

"Oh, come on..." Trevor laughed. "You're telling me you got addicted to this chick's pussy?"

"You have no idea," I continued.

###

It was withdrawal, plain and simple. And after I worked it out, I went straight around to her place...she didn't let me in, just started yelling and screaming at me. "You're just after my pussy! You don't love me!"

I tried to convince her that it wasn't true, but nothing I could say would persuade her. And I quickly realised that I'd do anything - anything - just to taste that pussy again.

I started sending her flowers at work, trying to show up and take her out for nice meals. I figured if I could just convince her that I was really into her, then maybe she'd let me go down on her again. She ignored my messages, and when I spent two grand on a mariachi band to greet her at her work, she'd had enough.

She got a restraining order put out against me. I broke it a couple of times - I had to try to convince her to give me another chance - but after spending a week in jail, I realised that it just wasn't worth it.

###

"Wait," Trevor said, "you've been to prison?"

"Nah," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just jail - prison is for if you get convicted and all that."

"You went to jail," Trevor corrected himself, "...how come you never mentioned any of this before??"

"It was when you were looking after Mom...I didn't want to, y'know, worry anyone."

"Bro, you went to prison!"

"Jail."

"Jail! You went to jail...just because you wanted to go down on a chick??"

"You've tasted her," I said. "You know how amazing it is."

"Sure, it's nice," he said, "but I could easily go without it."

"Ha!" I laughed, and finished my tale.

###

I decided that I just had to get her out of my head. So I went out and slept with every girl I could. I went down on as many of them as I could, but it just wasn't the same. No one tasted like Michelle - no one even came close!

The whole time, the hunger, the...desire...it was still inside me. Growing, and growing. I needed that pussy. I needed to taste it, to lick it. Just one taste, and I would have been fine. Just one little taste...

I'm not proud of this, but for a while, I considered kidnapping her. I drew diagrams of her room, of her house - I remembered everything that I could about where she lived. I even waited until she went to work, and scouted the place out - I made sure that no one saw me, of course, and I went right into her apartment block.

I had a whole plan laid out, because it had started to take over my mind. All I could see, all I could smell, all I could taste was her pussy - I needed it more than I needed air.

It wasn't until I was at the chemist, trying to buy chloroform that I realised what I'd become. It must have been the weirdest fucking conversation for the dude behind the counter - one moment I was asking where chloroform could be bought, the next I was suddenly bolting out of there.

I hated myself. It's the lowest I've ever, ever been. All because of that woman's fucking pussy.

And so I went and lived Buddhist for a while. Meditation, clear your mind, all that shit. It helped - it didn't completely remove the cravings, but it definitely helped. As long as I don't think about it, I'm fine. I haven't been able to sleep with anyone without it triggering the need, but I can get through the day.

###

"Jesus...that's where you disappeared to when Mom died?"

"Yeah," I said, avoiding my brother's eye contact. "I should've been there, I know. I...I'm not proud of it."

There was a silence as we sat there, two brothers sharing a work-horse. I remembered coming back from the retreat, finding a million missed calls from my brother, stuff to do with Mom's funeral. I had disappeared at the worst possible time...but he'd never questioned me, never judged. I figured he'd thought I was just hit by Mom's death, and I'd never corrected him.

"Jesus," Trevor said again, and I could tell he was processing what I said...and that he didn't completely believe me. "Sorry to bring it up, I guess."

"Do me a favour," I replied, and he nodded. "Tell Michelle that you've got a meeting somewhere. Tell her that you've got to be out of town for a week, but make it clear that you don't want to be. I'll buy you a ticket to anywhere you like - L.A., Paris, Antarctica - go away for a week, and then tell me that I'm bullshitting you."

"What?"

"I'm serious, Trev. Get out of town for a week. Spend a week away from her pussy.

"And then tell me that you don't believe me."

###

He took me up on my offer. I think the fact that he watched me buy the ticket for him really convinced him that I was serious. He went over to Perth - Nan had been bugging him to visit for a while, and he had enough hours stored up at work to take the week off.

I met him off the plane back, and could immediately tell that he believed me. He was shaking, he was white, he was sweating...but more than anything, the look in his eyes told me that he knew I was right.

Trevor was hooked, just like I'd been.

Fortunately, I had a plan.

###

At first, he didn't want to listen. He didn't want to do anything except for get straight over to Michelle's and taste that pussy of hers again. But I managed to convince him to listen, that if he didn't plan, he'd be in the same boat that I was - she'd know that he was only after his pussy, and she'd cut him off as well.

I wrote a script for him, and when he called, he followed it to the letter. She seemed to buy it, too...back when I'd been utterly obsessed, I'd made friends with one of her friends. I'd written out a portfolio of her perfect guy...and though it had been too late for me, I'd kept my notes.

Where I'd failed, Trevor was going to succeed.

Since he'd mentioned Michelle again, I'd...well, you could say that I'd gone a little crazy. I'd never thrown out my extensive notes on her likes and dislikes, everything I knew about her...a part of me had known that there was always a chance she'd come back into my life again, I guess, and I'd wanted to be prepared.

The last few days had been spent pretty much just reading Michelle's notes. I'd accidentally missed work, something that I hadn't done since the first time she'd entered my life.

But this time, I had a plan. This time, I wasn't going to let that precious pussy slip out of my reach...

###

I was waiting at the door when Trevor came 'round. I practically opened it before he even knocked. I could tell by the look on his face that he'd been successful - he looked...satiated would be the work. Before we'd sent him around to Michelle's, we'd made sure to clean him up, but no matter how presentable he looked, there was no escaping the hunger in her eyes.

Michelle's mate that I'd befriended had told me that Michelle had been through this before, but never to the same degree as with me. I figured it must vary based on genetics - it would certainly explain why Trevor had been hit just as hard as I was.

He practically swaggered into the room, and I beamed when I saw him.

"How'd it go?" I asked, and he just grinned in return. For a second I wondered if he was drunk, but then I remembered...the high.

After tasting Michelle's pussy, I was always...buzzing is the only way I can think to describe it. I would flit around, annoyingly manic, enjoying everything and everyone. She'd laughed the first few times, and assumed that I was just like that after sex, but I'd never been like that before...

Trevor was the same way, but I didn't care. I was willing to put up with a million annoying little brothers if he had what I needed...

"Well?" I asked. "Do you have it??"

The plan had been simple. He was going to go around to Michelle's. He was going to go down on her. And then he was going to bottle her precious, delicious juices.

Not a huge amount, of course - I'd given him a tiny vial that he could wear around his neck. It looked like a pendant, and if he was subtle enough, he could easily scoop up her juices. Not a lot. Just enough to give me my fix...

But in answer to my question, Trevor shook his head, grinning wildly all the while.

"What the hell??" I exploded. "We had a deal! I gave you the file, everything you needed to sweep Michelle off her feet...and all you had to do was get me some, man!"

"I'm sorry," Trevor replied, not looking at all apologetic. "I couldn't do it..."

"You couldn't do it?"

I was practically hysterical by now - I couldn't believe this. "You couldn't do it??"

"C'mon, man - you've gone down on a girl before! Heat of the moment and all that...you can't just suddenly whip out chemistry equipment without it ruining the mood."

I sank back into the couch, my face white. I couldn't believe what had happened. After a few minutes of silence, I glanced up at him, and saw that grin on his face, that manic look.

It was a combination of a few things, I think - the high, from tasting Michelle's juices, the night he'd just had...but more than anything, the realisation that at that moment, he had complete and total power over me. As his posture shifted, and he stood upright, his muscles somehow seemed to become more apparent...and then he spoke.

"Of course," he said, deliberately stretching the words out, secure in the knowledge that he had complete control of the situation, "there is one way you can get your fix..."

"What are you talking about?" I asked warily. His words had caught my interest, and his grin widened as he noticed.

"I did make sure to get some of Michelle's juices," he said, and I knew that a hungry look had immediately appeared on my face.

"Where?" I rasped, and my stomach dropped as he gestured to his face.

"If you want to taste her, bro, you're welcome to. If you don't, I suppose I could just wipe my face clean after I'm done...next time."

My mind was whirling - the last few minutes...hell, the last few days had been full of so many highs and lows, I was having trouble keeping up.

"You..." I eventually started, not even sure how the sentence was going to finish. "You..."

"Oh don't act like you don't know," my brother said, his eyes turning angry, the grin never leaving his face.

"Know what?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

"You've always known how much I wanted you..."

My mouth dropped open and I gaped at my brother for more than a few seconds. I'd never even suspected that he thought of me in...in that way. I mean, I knew he was bi, and I knew I was hot, but...we were brothers!

"Oh my god..." I said, taking it in. "You...oh, fuck, Trevor...that's sick."

"Is it?" he said, a wild look in his eye. I fell back onto the couch, remembering all the times he'd spotted me at the gym, all the times he'd watched me flex...hell, all the times we'd showered together. Maybe I was naive, or maybe Trevor was just good at hiding it, but I'd genuinely never even considered that he...that he...

I wanted to retch.

Instead, I just stared at him hollowly. He wanted me...and his face was coated with Michelle's precious juices. He couldn't be serious. But...of course, he was. He wanted me to kiss him, to lick her juices off his lips, off his tongue. He couldn't really expect me to...but as soon as he beckoned to me, I started walking forward, as he knew I would.

"You son of a bitch," I growled, before leaning in and kissing my brother as passionately as I could.

I explored every corner of his mouth in that kiss...my tongue traced his lips, I inhaled as much of his breath as I could, I sucked on his tongue...I'd never kissed a man before, and while I'm not gay, the knowledge that I was kissing the mouth that had tasted Michelle's pussy made it all worthwhile.

Finally, when I was sure that I'd absorbed every trace of Michelle's juices from my brother's face, I pulled away. We were both breathing heavily, and despite myself, I was intensely aroused...not, I should specify, because of my brother, purely because of the memory of Michelle's juices.

My brother, I hate to say, was hard as well. I knew this because as we'd made out, he'd pushed his erection against mine, grinding against me. Now I don't know how exactly how it works, but I'm pretty sure that dicks grinding against dicks isn't any part of gay sex, and I was sure that he was just doing it to humiliate me, to ensure that I knew the truth...that now and forever, I was his bitch.

I wished that I wasn't. I tried to fight it. "Get out," I growled when we were done...my heart-rate was elevated, a combination of the high beginning to kick in, and the intense hatred I felt for my brother at that moment.

But he didn't even move, just waited until I'd started to leave the room, disgusted with myself, with what I'd just done...and furious at him.

"Ah ah ah," he tutted, holding up one finger. "There's more where that came from."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. One part of me wanted to bash his head in, but the rest of me knew that if I did that, I'd never get to taste Michelle again, and now that I'd been given a second chance...I wasn't throwing it away for anything.

The mention of more had my eyes darting around. Just the idea of it...at that moment, I would have scaled Everest for just another whiff.

"After I went down on Michelle...thanks for the tips on that, by the way...we fooled around a little more."

Again, it took me longer than it should have for the pieces of the puzzle to fit into place, and it wasn't until he undid his pants that I worked it out.

"I decided not to use a condom, big brother..." he said, and as he pulled his cock out, I moved towards it like a man entranced.

"If you finish me off," he said, resting his hands lightly on the side of my head, "I might let you do this again next time I see her..."

I've never sucked a cock before. I never thought I'd suck a cock in my life...hell, I could have happily gone the rest of my life without ever seeing another man's cock. But as Trevor's cock passed my lips, and my tongue began to massage its head, trying to find every available drop of Michelle's cum, I didn't even think of it as sucking cock. It was...cleaning. Tasting.

I don't know what it was, but it was glorious. I tried to blot out the sounds of triumph and joy that Trevor made as more and more of his erection slipped into my mouth, and focus on being the human hoover, making sure that I ran my tongue over every inch of his cock until it was completely clean of my ex-girlfriend's juices.

He didn't cum in my mouth. Not that night. As soon as I was sure that there was no more of Michelle's musk on Trevor, I started gagging and choking, and when I realised that my brother's cock was in my mouth, I threw up a little.

But that was just the first night of many. He came back the day after, having stopped by Michelle's with a bouquet of her favourite roses for a quickie. He let me smell him on my cock, but didn't let me taste it...I threatened him, I begged, but no dice.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't bring me off," he said, and just to add insult to injury, made me watch as he cleaned the last of her off his dick.

He still let me suck and nibble on his lips, of course, but it was like smelling a pot roast that you're not allowed to taste.

"Trev," I said as he left, "...mate."

Without a word, he leaned in, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then he was gone.

After that, it became a nightly event. He was just as hooked as I was, but unlike me...he controlled the source. He'd go around to her house, go down on her, fuck her (sometimes more than once, just so that she didn't get suspicious - he'd learned from my mistakes) and then come straight to mine.

I never liked it, but I'd always do it, and after the events of that first night, I always made sure to bring him off. Trevor has come into my mouth more times than I can count...

After the first few months, he got complacent, or perhaps he just wanted to see how far he could push me. He started insisting I blow him at other times as well - the two of us went to visit our Dad, and Trevor made me blow him in the car on the way there, and again on the way back.