Revenge: The Best Blow of his Life

It was a warm night in the month of July. My boyfriend of two years, let's call him Parker, had left to go to spend summer with his mom in the East Coast. For the past three months, she had been traveling with her best friend and wanted to celebrate her son's 20th birthday. So, she flew him out and left me stranded with his older brother. Let's call him Garrett.

Don't get me wrong, I've always liked Garrett. He was someone who I admired fondly. Not just cause of his attractive facial features and well-built body. But his charisma, ambition, and also how carefree he is. He was the type of guy that knew what he wanted and got it. Simple as that.

As much as I hate to admit, Garrett embodied the word, "hot." But I also saw him as someone I could never be with. After all, we are six years apart and clearly, on different paths of life. Not to mention--he is my boyfriend's brother. There would be no situation where we'd be alone.

Until tonight.

It was the night after the two of us dropped Parker at the airport.

Once we got back to the boys' place, Garrett tossed his keys on the coffee table and immediately asks, "How are you getting home tonight?"

I honestly admit, "Well, as much as I wish to leave, it's getting late and my car doesn't have gas."

"Oh no problem. I'm gonna head to bed. Long day..." Garrett also admits, making his way towards the staircase.

"Yeah, I get it. Goodnight Garrett," I sit on the couch, watching him exhibit complete cluelessness.

"Goodnight Melanie," he replies, heading upstairs. I hear the shower head turn on and I immediately start smiling.

*Everything is going according to plan.*

To be honest, after I heard the news about how Garrett needed a place to stay, but he didn't want to live with his younger brother if his girlfriend was there. I thought I would show him *who* he was truly messing with.

Thus, in the mist of dusk, I slowly turn the door handle of Garrett's room, creaking it open and peaking in. The moonlight dimly glows through a window above Garrett, who's chest gently rises and falls under his covers. He laid sound asleep with a low snore, acting like muttering under his breath. Nervous realization and guilt rails me but before I could think otherwise, my body quietly moves towards his bed. As I climb up top of white sheets, I moved myself onto him, hovering over the unconscious man.

By instinct, I leaned down to kiss his cheek, planting soft pecks on his smooth beard. A small moan escapes his lips as I move further down, adding more force with each kiss on his rough stubble. I sit up to gently peel off the puffy blanket, revealing his muscular arms and hairy torso. With no time, my panties are completely soaked after I noticed the fact he sleeps without a shirt on.

I revert to my previous position, placing kisses against his chest hair. With my hands unoccupied, I took this opportunity to feel his biceps. My fingertips feel each curve, continuing to feed the warm sensation between my legs. My eyes cave a pathway down and down, enjoying the sight of his toned six-pack and his messy happy trail. Once I spot his undergarments, I knew I found what I was looking for. I reach for the waistband of his briefs and pulled down, revealing the worst mistake I could've made.

Wow, and I thought Parker was big... I mean, big for someone who's naturally petite.

Garrett's package was *definitely* bigger. Huge actually.

I quickly glance at a resting Garrett before my eyes return to his limp member, which is thicker and a tad bit longer than what I usually take. I gulp at the sight, contemplating whether this was a bad idea or not. However, it wasn't long before my mouth begins to water again. Even from the look of his length, my body wouldn't allow me to stop... I knew it was too late to turn back, using my drool for extra lube on his growing cock.

Then, all of a sudden, his body naturally turns away and his eyelids begin to slowly flutter open.

*Shit.*

I freeze in place, not wanting to startle him. After a wide yawn, he stretches his back up and his arms towards the headboard before sitting up. I looking straight at him as he rubs his eyes open.

*I'm so fucked.*

"W-What are you doing?" a tired Garret asked, filled with a mixed of confusion and anger. He reaches to pull up his waistband, but I beat him to the chase.

I pull them down further before calmly responding, "This is what you get for kicking me out." I continue to toy with his cock as it slowly grows underneath my hand.

"A handjob? Isn't this cheating?" Garrett questions, slightly wincing from his sensitive boner.

I chuckled, "It wasn't just you that wanted me gone y'know." He stays quiet as I lower myself between his legs, inching closer and closer to his thick erection.

"Thought I'd leave with revenge..." I whisper as both my hands take hold and leave gentle kisses on his throbbing shaft.

My pussy devours the "Mmm..." Garrett moaned, spreading the intense feeling towards my lower back.

As I continue to squeeze his base, my other hand gently grope their round companions. I gently massage his balls, resulting him to groan whilst tilting his head back. "Also, who said this was going to be a handjob?" I slyly ask, taking his soft twitching tip in my mouth.

"Ohhh *fuck,* Melanie..." He quietly groans as I moved further down, ensuring my lips protect him from feeling my teeth. As I come up, I used my tongue to lick the back side of his dick, slightly sucking once I got to his tip. I look up to see Garrett in pure bliss as he pleads, "M-Melanie..."

"Do you want me to stop?" I quietly ask, stroking his hard cock with little to no grip. He stares at me with blank eyes, thinking about what we were doing.

How could *he* be doing this with *me,* his brother's girlfriend?

Yet still, his madness subsided and his eyes stayed fixed on me like I was prey.

*He was hungry*...

"N-No..." He replies, communicating to my soul for more.

*He hasn't had sex in a while.*

That thought makes me so horny, wanting to fill my mouth again with his girth.

"K-Keep going-" He begs, gently placing a hand on my head.

"Gladly," I smile, opening my mouth wide to handle his beast. I happily continue, bobbing my head and slurping his thickness with my throat. He feels so good that I used my tongue to massage his underside again.

"G-God..." He moans, pushing his hand further down on my head. He continuously hits the back of my throat, earning Garrett's eyes to roll back and a leaking insatiable pussy. The intensity of his girthy member engages my gag reflex, freaking me out as I forcefully remember I can breathe through my nose.

This doesn't help him at all considering I breathily hear, "P-Please Melanie..."

"I-I'm going to-"

I pull out, desperately inhaling air and slightly cough from deep throating. I passionately rub him towards my face with my tongue out to him, desperately exposing our new secret. I moan and gasp, "Cum right here baby. Cum for me."

I jerk him while closing my eyes, waiting for his arrival. As much as I couldn't see him, his noises fulfilled the music to my ears as he squirms under my touch. He grunts with no fear, taking a few final thrusts before squeezing the bed sheets and releasing all over me. One pump, two pump, three, four comes shooting out and landing on my cheeks. As his seed covers my eyelids, his dick throbs crazy and wild, replenishing the thirst I deeply craved.

I use my finger to wipe away the white mess, placing it in my mouth for a taste.

Hmmm, who knew revenge could be this sweet? -- A little salty too...

I open my eyes to see a tired Garrett, panting out of breath. I carefully rise from him, not wanting to spill his messy anywhere. Garrett huffs out satisfaction, as his dick still twitches and throbs from the fun it enjoyed earlier. I climb off the queen-sized bed, realizing I was wearing nothing but Parker's shirt and drenched hot pink undies.

As I depart with strains on my ex-boyfriend's shirt and a yearning vagina, I look back and simply said, "Get some sleep, Garrett." I quickly admired the man who I wanted so bad but couldn't. He was already dozing off to sleep again and as much as I wish I wanted to join him, we both knew that wouldn't be wise.

I choose to no longer stay before hearing, "Goodnight Melanie," behind my back. It wasn't enough to turn and look as I had already closed the door.

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