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Obi-Wan is still awake when his step-brother quietly slips inside his room. The light is warm, turning Anakin's tanned skin to gold. He's only wearing plaid sleep pants. Obi-Wan puts the trade journal he'd been reading aside.
"I thought you and Dad were watching a documentary?"
Anakin shrugs, crawling across the bed. He cuddles up to Obi-Wan, pressing a half hard cock to his hip, and it jump-starts Obi-Wan's own libido. He grabs Anakin tightly in one arm, his breath already getting shaky as Anakin thrusts his cock against Obi-Wan.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan says more seriously. "Where's Dad?"
"Daddy's sleeping," Anakin says and kisses Obi-Wan.
The affected pet name shakes something unpleasant loose in Obi-Wan's memory.
For a moment Obi-Wan is still, accepting Anakin's kisses and yet not really feeling as his brother slips his hand into his shorts and begins to palm his cock.
One night after he'd fucked Anakin, after his brother had slipped away to take the requisite shower before returning to his own bed, Obi-Wan had headed down the hallway to use the other bathroom near the master suite. His skin had gotten chills as he'd heard the unmistakable sounds of Anakin's moans, the quiet slick thrust of sex, the slap of skin on skin.
On a breathless sigh, Anakin had moaned, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me."
Here and now, meanwhile, Anakin is stroking his brother's cock.
"God, you're so hard already," Anakin moans and Obi-Wan is honestly surprised because he can hardly tell. "Fuck, I fucking love your cock."
Catching Anakin and his father together for the first time had already been a few weeks ago. He'd caught them a few times more — always after Obi-Wan had fucked Anakin. Anakin sounded so wet, so needy, when Obi-Wan heard those tell-tale moans and sighs. Why did the door to Qui-Gon's room always seem to be open those nights?
His brother has clever hands however and is quickly chasing all other thoughts from his mind with the gentle grip of his hand, the sinuous roll of his hips.
"Want you," Anakin whispers between kisses. "Need you."
Obi-Wan loves the way his brother nips at his mouth, the way his tongue dips and slides between his lips. He's enjoyed having that mouth a great many places, including on his hole. But Anakin seems determined tonight, like he has a specific goal in mind. Obi-Wan can wait for his brother to eat him out another time, he's not going anywhere.
"What do you want?" Obi-Wan asks.
"Want you to fuck me," Anakin says, husky yet petulant, pushing his sleep pants down his legs.
"I know that," Obi-Wan says, laughing. "How do you want me, baby boy?"
It's a nickname their father gave Anakin years ago now; he wonders if Qui-Gon knows the filthy things he asks of his brother alongside it. A pang shoots through him at the thought that their father knows, there's no way he doesn't.
Anakin shifts away from Obi-Wan on the bed, giving Obi-Wan a chance to pull off his shirt and boxers. When he turns back to Anakin, his brother is showing him his ass, pulling the skin so that his hole is exposed.
He's looking over his shoulder at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan is looking at the cum leaking from his brother's hole.
He knows with blistering certainty that their father fucked his brother on the couch downstairs. He knows that Anakin wants him to see this, to know. He knows Anakin is watching to see how his brother will react.
He suspects— no, he knows that this is how Anakin turns up in their father's bed, sopping wet and insatiable, begging to be fucked once more even while cum drips from his hole.
Anakin's ass is red, chafing from hair or the slap of skin, who knows. Obi-Wan moves slowly, his cock painfully hard, smearing his thumb through the cum, pushing it back inside his brother's well used hole.
"Aww, baby," Obi-Wan says, voice rough. "One cock not good enough for you?"
Anakin sighs and sags forward as though in relief.
He imagines the play-by-play as he slips two fingers easily inside and Anakin keens. The two men curled up on the couch watching some nature documentary, Anakin touching Qui-Gon the way he usually initiates things with Obi-Wan. And if his father is anything like himself, how could Qui-Gon resist?
Obi-Wan is staring at the pink puffy furl of muscle, watching the drip of cum as it slips down Anakin's taint toward his cock. He feels like he's outside his body touching his brother's hole while slick with their father's claim. Emotions that feel white hot are swirling inside him.
He's jealous, he realizes, as the movie keeps playing, accompanied by the sounds that made him hot and confused. He sees Anakin in his mind's eye, like this, Qui-Gon behind him, pressing his thick cock slowly inside.
"Did it hurt?" Obi-Wan asks, taking his fingers out of his brother's hole.
"What?" Anakin sounds a bit dazed.
"Did it hurt when he fucked you?" Obi-Wan repeats.
He adds a squirt of lube to his messy hand, slicking himself up with lube and his father's cum.
"Nnnnno?" Anakin moans as Obi-Wan finally thrust inside.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Obi-Wan says mostly to himself. For a second, he just lets himself get used to it, the silky grip of his brother's hole on his cock. He thrusts lazily, swimming in the sensations. But then Anakin gets impatient and pushes back against Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan's swats at Anakin's rump and gets a yelp in reply.
"Usually I loosen you up before you crawl into his bed, so I was curious." Obi-Wan's blood is boiling hotter as he speaks the words aloud. "Did it hurt when 'Daddy' fucked you before I did?"
Instead of giving Anakin a chance to answer, he manhandles his brother into a better position and savagely thrusts into him. Anakin lets out a high pitched cry, Obi-Wan can feel the stickiness of cum inside his brother and feels dazed.
Obi-Wan focuses on this for the moment: fucking his brother hard, taking him to the point of orgasm quickly. Words spill from his lips as though let loose.
"Is this how 'Daddy' fucked his 'baby boy?' On your hands and knees on the couch?" He doesn't stop, doesn't let up, but feels Anakin tensing beneath his hands as his legs go weak.
"Will I find your cum on the cushions, marks on your knees from the tweed?"
Anakin gasps out a sob, elbows trembling, and cums.
"After all that, after Dad was sated, you came upstairs to me for more."
His brother has gone limp in Obi-Wan's grasp, but he doesn't stop, feels the burn in his stomach as he tries to quickly finish.
Anakin is too boneless to stop him, if he even wants to. After a second, he turns his head, wipes drool from his lips and captures Obi-Wan in a searing gaze.
"It wasn't enough," he says on a ragged breath. "I wanted you."
"Is that what you tell him when you crawl into bed with him?"
Anakin closes his eyes, his hole clenching around the hard cock thrusting inside him.
"We don't talk about it," Anakin slurs. "He doesn't say anything he just—"
"He just fucks you? Just accepting that his step-son is a slut?" Obi-Wan falters, grinding against his brother's ass as he comes at last.
Anakin goes limp as Obi-Wan empties his load, sighing a moan as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his brother just letting him use him like this, enjoying the feel of so much cum inside his hole.
He thinks he understands his father a little better.
He thrusts a few more times, feeling drunk on lust, still hard enough to enjoy it, before he pulls out. He keeps Anakin on his knees, listening to the harsh way he's breathing before pressing his mouth to the soft, wet entrance of his brother's ass. He sucks, used to the taste of his own cum but not like this. It's more vegetal, more salty.
It also tastes like lube.
When he lets go of Anakin's hips, his brother falls to his side like a doll. His skin is flushed pink, his cock still looks hard, and there's a spill of cum on the bedspread.
"What a mess," Obi-Wan sighs, pulling Anakin's cheeks apart to watch the flood of cum spill from his ass, his hole fluttering helplessly.
"God, I wish I could fuck you again," he says casually, pressing a thumb into the ooze.
Anakin twitches, his eyes flickering up, they're dark and wide.
"Please?" Anakin asks.
"Isn't this usually when you go crawling to Daddy?" Obi-Wan asks, thrusting fingers inside lazily, enjoying the way Anakin squirms. The question feels cruel, but Obi-Wan feels hurt. He hates that he's being so easily played by his brother, he hates that his father doesn't seem to care. "Too bad he's already fucked out."
Anakin squeezes his eyes shut and tears spill from his eyes. He writhes against Obi-Wan's hand and for the first time that night, Obi-Wan feels unsure.
"Please," Anakin murmurs. He rocks his hips as Obi-Wan keeps thrusting fingers inside him; up to four now, Obi-Wan wonders if he can fit his entire fist inside.
"Such a slut," Obi-Wan says, and Anakin gasps, it sounds like he's crying. "Is that too much for you?" Obi-Wan coos, mockingly.
"Wanna cum," Anakin moans. "Please."
Obi-Wan curls his fingers to rub against his brother's prostate, thumb pressing on his taint from the outside.
"Come for me, baby boy, let me see what's left after you've already been fucked twice."
Anakin clenches around Obi-Wan's fingers, so tight, so hot, and comes. A pitiful dribble spurts from his cock and Obi-Wan realizes something else with a pang.
"Does he call you 'baby boy' when he fucks you?"
Anakin is staring into space, panting as he catches his breath.
With Obi-Wan's arousal beaten back, his anger feels sour. He feels as though something is very, very wrong.
"Anakin," he says, voice nearly broken, "answer me."
Anakin just closes his eyes and nods.
Obi-Wan pulls away to sit down on the bed, not knowing what to do now that this has been taken away from him. For a long moment neither of them stirs but then Anakin takes a shaky breath, drawing Obi-Wan's attention back to his brother, and he realizes Anakin has been silently crying. When Anakin moves to get off the bed, Obi-Wan takes his wrist in a loose grasp.
"Wait," he says softly. "Don't go."