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Saburo examined himself in the mirror. A crisp white blouse with a sailor collar, yellow ribbon tied in the front, a blue pleated skirt barely reaching the middle of his thigh, white loose socks and his signature choker. Underneath it all were matching black lace bra and panties. Saburo wasn't going to half ass it all, assuring himself that Jiro would definitely appreciate it. That pervert. Yes, he was immensely embarrassed to be wearing a schoolgirl's uniform but it was for Jiro, his stupid hardheaded brother.Why was he sure sure about all that? Because he happened to stumble upon Jiro's stash of porn. It started with a misplaced light novel in the living room. On the cover was a cute school girl. One of Jiro's trashy generic books, he assumed, chucking it into Jiro's room without care. Then came the hidden doujinshis featuring more cute girls in school uniforms. He also took note of the figurines in Jiro's room, half of which were wearing school uniforms, posed it ridiculous positions. The nail in the coffin was Jiro's online search history. It was fairly easy for Saburo to figure out Jiro's password, allowing him to gain access to his phone and computer. As expected, Jiro was gross and so was his porn history. He could safely conclude that the pervert had a thing for girl's school uniform. And as a bonus, he had plenty more ammo to humiliate Jiro with.It took him awhile to work up the courage to find a schoolgirl uniform in his size and he almost had a heart attack when Ichiro saw him carrying the package inside. Fortunately he didn't ask too many questions. He tried it on, making sure everything fit and was pleasantly surprised. It fit perfectly, was fairly comfortable and it didn't look strange or awkward on his tall form. He had decided on adding the undergarments after mulling it over for days. He would already be in a skirt, the extra wouldn't be much worst. And besides, only one person would see him in it. Go big or go home.He grimaced when he moved, feeling the lace rub awkwardly against his cock and balls. Hopefully he wouldn't be wearing it for too long. Checking his phone, Jiro was going to be home in a few minutes. They had the house to themselves, Ichiro being out on business for the whole day. Coincidentally, it fell on the same day as Saburo and Jiro's anniversary. Neither really called it that, awkward for obvious reasons. But Jiro seemed happy to celebrate it last year, getting Saburo a gift and taking him out. (It was a date but Saburo didn't know it at the time.) Saburo had to do something for Jiro after he found out the reason, refusing to let Jiro be better than him. Now it was his second chance to show Jiro what he could do.A familiar voice rang out. “I'm home!”Saburo went to his door and peeked his head out, making sure Jiro was still at the front lobby. He closed the door and took his place. Saburo took a deep breath, trying to calm his fast beating heart. 'Remember, you're doing this for Jiro,' he thought. 'Be nice.'“You okay in there?” He heard Jiro asked as he came closer. The doorknob turned and the door opened to reveal Jiro. He froze when he spotted Saburo, standing there and smiling, in that.
“Welcome home, Jiro-nii!” he said cheerfully. Crap, his face was starting to hurt with all that smiling. It wasn't fake, he was actually happy to see Jiro but it was definitely forced. “I'm so happy to see you!” He tried not to look too nervous as he felt Jiro's eyes roam over him.
His smile dropped when he noticed Jiro taking a step back, looking flustered and angry?
Jiro pointed an accusing finger at him. “I don't know who you are but what have you done to Saburo?!”
“What?” Saburo was genuinely taken aback with that statement. What was he talking about?
“There's no way Saburo would be wearing a cute sailor uniform or be this nice!”
...
This fucking dumbass. He went through all this trouble, pretty much humiliating himself in front of him, and the idiot was so dumbstruck he didn't think Saburo was Saburo? What kind of weird scenario did he come up with? He's obviously been reading too many mangas.
“Do you really think someone would break into your house, masquerade as your brother, in a schoolgirl uniform, no less, and be super cute about it?” Saburo walked up to Jiro, grabbing at his collar and pulled his face closer. “Is there some other sick fetish you forgot to tell me about, Jiro?”
Jiro blinked before his face burned red. “S-Saburo?”
“Finally caught on.” He clicked his tongue and dragged Jiro inside, shutting the door with his foot. “Guess I forgot to idiot proof my plan,” he mumbled.
Jiro looked pissed again. “Stop calling me an idiot!”
Saburo pushed Jiro on the bed and got on top of him. “Then stop making it so easy to.”
“Why can't you be nicer?”
Saburo sighed in frustration, flicking Jiro in the forehead. “That's what I was trying to do but you messed that up.”
“Oh.” Jiro's hand tentatively lowered to the hem of the shirt. “So this is all...?” He gestured to his outfit.
“For you,” Saburo finished, taking off Jiro's cap and throwing it aside.
“Um, thanks?”
Jiro was being strangely meek and it was unnerving Saburo. He shifted slightly.
“So do you like it?”
It took awhile for Jiro to figure out what he was asking. “Uh...”
“If not then I'll have to make some changes to my plan.” He lifted Jiro's chin up with a finger to look up at him. “How does this sound? I'll force you into this schoolgirl outfit and fuck your brains out. Not that you had any to begin with.”
“S-shut up!” Jiro snapped lightly, cheeks turning pink. “Just do what you were gonna and we'll see.”
“That's fine with me.”
“But can you please not be so sickeningly sweet. It makes me think you plan on stabbing me when I let my guard down.”
Saburo hummed in his ear, grinding his hips slowly. “You know I would never hurt you, Jiro-nii.”
“Seriously, stop it.”
He pouted. “And what if I say that I want to be nice to you?”
“Then I'd say you were lying. You're never that creepy nice with Nii-chan.”
'That's because I'm not in love with Ichi-nii, you idiot.' “It's different. And I'm trying.”
“I don't mind if you're a little mean,” Jiro said, looking to the side. “Just no name calling. Or slapping.”
“I thought you liked that.” Saburo could recall many instances where he loved being bullied around.
“I don't hate it but that's only 'cause it's you...”
“Why are you so shy all the sudden?” Saburo huffed in frustration. “We fucked two days ago. I've already seen everything.” 'We've been together for two years,' he wanted to add but he always felt weird when he brought up how long they've been together.
“Yeah but you weren't in a skirt and being all 'nice'.” He eyed the blouse suspiciously. “So why did you go with the school uniform anyways?”
Saburo rolled his eyes. “It was obvious you were into it. I've seen your search history.”
“You hacked into my phone?!”
“Hey, you said if I could guess your password in three tries, it was fair game,” Saburo explained. “I got it on the first,” he said, grinning smugly. It wasn't 'hacking', it was just how well he knew his dumb brother.
Jiro growled. “New rule. You have to guess it one now.”
“I didn't look at everything,” he offered. “Besides, what would I do with that information. It's useless.”
“You wanted it,” Jiro pointed out.
Saburo tugged at his jacket and pulled him closer, one hand reaching for the back of his head. “I think we've done enough talking,” he said before pressing his lips to Jiro's.
They've kissed so many times before, now it came easy, no fumbling or awkwardness. He ran his tongue on his lips before shoving it into Jiro's pliant mouth, who immediately started sucking on it, coaxing it in further. Saburo moaned into the kiss, pressing harder. Jiro's hands were wandering on his back when they stopped at the back strap of the bra.
Pulling back, Jiro panted into Saburo's mouth. “The fuck?” He felt around before sliding the collar down slightly to reveal a black strap. “Are you wearing a bra?!” he asked, incredulously.
Saburo laughed softly. “I got a matching pair,” he said, lifting his skirt up for Jiro to catch a glimpse of the panties.
Jiro swore under is breath and smashed their lips together again, hands holding Saburo's head and dominating the kiss. Saburo moaned and happily reciprocated the kiss. He loved it when Jiro kissed him like that. Forceful, hungry. He rolled his hips against Jiro's, feeling him grow hard as well.
They pulled back for air. Jiro kissed his neck, sucking and leaving marks. But Saburo didn't mind. He knew how to effectively hide any marks so no one would ask questions. Jiro's hand were feeling around his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples. Saburo gasped when Jiro moved lower and gently bit his nipple through the top. His other hand had snuck underneath the shirt, pinching and massaging. He switched off, leaving a damp spot and doing the same to the other. Jiro seemed determined to ruin the outfit. After giving plenty of attention to his chest, Jiro returned to eye level with Saburo giving him a small peck on the lips. His hands were busy feeling him up.
“Hmm, I can't decide if I want to fuck you with the uniform on or not,” Jiro whispered into Saburo's ear.
“We have enough time for both,” Saburo answered, eyeing his pants. “But first, I want to suck you off.” His fingers teased the noticeable bulge. He moved back to allow Jiro to pull off his pants then his boxers.
Jiro sighed in relief as his erection sprung free. Saburo tried, and failed not to stare at it so obviously. His cock was so huge when he was completely hard, making that one vein running across the length more prominent. It was so embarrassing how just seeing it could turn him on so much. They both knew what Saburo wanted but it was sometimes hard to let it all out, even now. Still, there was something he wanted to try.
Experimentally, Saburo nudged his cock with his toe, watching for Jiro's reaction. Jiro only hummed his approval. He increased the pressure, trying to wiggle his toes in the sock for some stimulation. More precome oozed from his hard cock, staining the sock.
“Gross! You're getting the sock all wet.”
Jiro grabbed the leg rubbing him by the thigh and slowly caressed down to the top of the loose socks. “God, you look hot in these.” He continued along the sock, taking his leg by the ankle and raising the foot to his lips, licking his own precome that stained it. Saburo resisted the urge to kick Jiro in the face, not wanting to ruin the mood. He couldn't decide if it was hot or disgusting as Jiro sucked on his toe through the sock. He looked so gross slobbering all over him but everything he did was so hot.
“Mmm. Let me suck you off,” Saburo asked again.
Jiro released his foot and he immediately went to work, moving in between Jiro's legs and lowering his head. Jiro gasped when Saburo opened his mouth to suck in just the head of his cock, working his tongue eagerly. As he worked more of the length inside, he made sure to lavish each part with his tongue, humming lightly.
Saburo would never admit it out loud but Jiro was much better at giving blow jobs. Probably because of his skillful tongue. Jiro probably already knew though, giving him small tips even when he didn't ask for it. But Saburo did listen.
He was eagerly lapping at the head, tasting the precome when hands grabbed his head to pull him off. Saburo let out an embarrassing whine.
“I'd rather come in your ass,” Jiro told him, teasing one of his nipples.
One of Jiro's hand fumbled under the pillow searching for the bottle of lube he knew was there, while the other groped Saburo's ass. Saburo's erection strained in the panties, sweat and precome staining it. Feeling merciful, Jiro pulled down the panties enough so that they rested below his cute balls, freeing his cock. It was a little uncomfortable but Saburo was too distracted by Jiro's hand to notice.
Saburo sighed in disappointment when Jiro removed his hands to open the bottle. “Mmm, you don't have to prep me,” Saburo said as Jiro pulled the black panties aside to reveal his hole. It was a little red, with traces of lube present. It twitched under Jiro's intense gaze.
Jiro still pushed in a finger, sliding it in easily and immediately finding his prostate. Saburo yelped, falling forward and clinging to Jiro. He moaned as Jiro gave a few jabs before removing his fingers and jumping to three fingers.
“J-Jiro-nii!” He really wanted to rub his cock but didn't want to risk coming too fast. They hadn't even gotten to the main event yet. He was trembling when Jiro stopped and removed his fingers.
Jiro lied back on the bed, eyeing Saburo hungrily and admiring how messy he already made him. His blouse was rumbled with various stains, ribbon crooked, the area around his nipples damp, the skirt raised up slightly by his weeping erection. One of the socks starting to come off, the other stained and sticky. He squeezed out a generous amount of lube and slowly pumped his cock, watching Saburo squirm in front of him.
“I want you to ride me,” he said, licking his lips.
“Anything for Jiro-nii!” Saburo said sweetly.
Slowly, Saburo straddled Jiro and with shaking hands, pulled the panties aside and guided the tip of his cock to his ass. He panted, slowly lowering himself and feeling the head push against the tender ring before finally popping in. He moaned as he let his weight allowed Jiro's length to enter him, inch by inch. He had unconsciously closed his eyes, savouring the sensation. He was so turned on that the slight burn only added to the pleasure.
He opened his eyes to look at Jiro who was watching his every move. Him taking in his cock, more and more disappearing into that tight heat. He could see Jiro was holding himself back from thrusting in. He didn't want to hurt him. How sweet. But they both knew how Saburo loved it rough. And Jiro did too, with enough coaxing.
Saburo dropped the rest of the way until it was all the way in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling the full length push his insides apart to make room. It felt amazing. He could feel it pulse. He had to use his arms to steady himself, bracing them on Jiro's chest. It had been a while since he was the bottom but he was confident he could manage speeding things up a little. He started moving, raising his hips until only the head was in before carefully dropping down. He continued, finding it somewhat difficult. His muscles were getting tired and his mind was becoming muddled as his prostate was occasionally brushed. But it wasn't enough.
He squeaked when Jiro grabbed his hip, stopping his movement and pulling him off his dick.
“Nnn Jiro-nii,” he whined, pouting.
Jiro chuckled, kissing his cheek. “I'm just changing positions,” he reassured, manhandling Saburo onto all fours. He grabbed his waist to raise his ass. The panties were a little stretched from earlier so it was easier to keep it to the side.
Saburo grasped the pillow, clenching it tightly when he felt Jiro enter him with ease. Jiro didn't even wait before starting a brutal pace, much faster than before. Saburo was slowly losing himself as Jiro fucked him from behind. This was Jiro's favourite position so it was easy for him to get into it. He loved watching how his cock would stretch his hole, how easily Saburo's body would just accept him. But whether he was too turned on or too impatient, he would then cover Saburo's back and hump roughly, rocking them both.
It reminded him of when they started out, how Jiro was such a virgin, desperately going all out and thrusting like a mindless animal. He used to come so early too but at least he had the stamina to make up for it. Now that he knew how to properly fuck, it was pure bliss for the both of them.
He was so close. Then Jiro finally touched his cock and he was so close to coming. But then he stopped. Saburo wanted to scream at Jiro for being a tease but Jiro quickly flipped him on his back and entered him, thrusting wildly.
“Wanted to see your face,” he panted out, looking down at Saburo with a beautiful and stupid smile.
Stupid Jiro. Stirring up his head and insides, making him almost as dumb and mindless as him.
He wanted to kiss him and that's what he did, pulling him down and kissing him desperately with mouth tongue and teeth. His mind was now a mess of pleasure, fueled by the unmistakable feelings he had for the boy in front of him.
Saburo came, moaning into Jiro's mouth. They probably weren't actual words, just sounds escaping his lips and what could possibly be a garbled mess of Jiro's name. His cock spurted come between their chests and Jiro's hand. Jiro only managed a few more thrusts before burying himself deep inside, balls drawing up and releasing come deep inside Saburo's ass. There was always so much. Saburo moaned weakly, feeling the hot come leak out from where they were connected. He was still twitching from his orgasm and winced when Jiro gently pulled out. He looked down and didn't comment on Jiro wiping his come covered cock on the skirt. He flopped down beside Saburo, one arm curled around his chest to pull him closer.
Finally feeling the exhaustion set in, Saburo closed his eyes, letting his body go slack. He listened to their hard breathing, took in the heavy smell of sex in the air, and the gross sticky feel of his skin as it cooled from all the sweat and clung to the ruined uniform.
They had a moment of peace before they heard Ichiro's voice. They panicked for a second until they realized it was just Jiro's phone.
Jiro wiped his hands on the sheets before grabbing his phone. “Shit! It's Nii-chan. Should I answer it?”
“It'd be weird if you didn't,” Saburo muttered, relaxing into the bed again.
Clearing his throat, Jiro answered. “Hey Nii-chan! What's up?” He looked around the room nervously. “Oh, I just got back from a game with my friends. Still a little winded. Haha!” He visibly relaxed. “Yeah?”
Saburo listened halfheartedly, tracing patterns along Jiro's rib cage. If he remembered correctly, Jiro had a little area there that was very sensitive.
“S-Saburo...” came the weak protest, barely hiding a moan. He stopped and looked at Saburo. “What? You want to talk to Saburo?”
Shit. That was his own fault. He held out his hand for the phone. Jiro excused himself and handed his phone over. He was still breathing a little hard from earlier. Hopefully Ichiro wouldn't notice.
“Hi Ichi-nii!”
“Saburo! How are you?” There was a pause. “You okay? You sound tired too?”
Shit. “Oh I was just cleaning the house and Jiro made a huge mess.”
Jiro glared at Saburo mouthing his protest.
“Really? You should get him to do it. No need to overwork yourself. You're doing a great job!”
That brought a smile to Saburo's face. “Thank you, Ichi-nii!”
Jiro got behind Saburo, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder, listening to the conversation.
“So I was just calling to let you guys know I will be back tomorrow evening. It'll be around dinner time so I thought I could bring home some food.”
“That sounds great!”
“Cool. I'll talk to you guys later then. See ya!”
“Bye!” Saburo and Jiro said at the same time.
Putting the phone to the side, Saburo leaned back into Jiro, sighing contently. They couldn't stay like that too long since they were both still gross from earlier. A nice long bath sounded nice...
Jiro sighed into Saburo's neck. “You smile so easily with Nii-chan,” he mumbled.
“That's because he isn't annoying or stupid,” Saburo said, taking one of Jiro's hand and kissing the knuckle.
Jiro tightened his arms around a bit before relaxing again. He kissed Saburo's neck. “Brat.”
-
Saburo couldn't find the bra and panties from last night. He was hoping to finish the laundry before Ichiro came home but after searching his whole room, he couldn't find the damn things. If they weren't in his room it was possibly somewhere else in the house. That was bad. He couldn't let Ichiro find them.
He went to ask Jiro first. If he didn't know, he would get him to help, at least. He knocked once before opening the door. Jiro was scrambling before trying his best to look casual. It would have been more effective if Saburo hadn't spotted a dark fabric peeking from under his pillow. Disgusting.
But this was fine. Let Jiro deal with it. He's sure Jiro could come up with a lie to convince Ichiro if he was stupid enough to get caught with some used bra and panties.
“Did you need something?” Jiro asked, coughing into his hand.
Saburo smirked. “I was wondering if you've seen the bra and panties. Seems they've gone missing.”
Saburo didn't miss how Jiro's eyes quickly glanced at his pillow before returning to Saburo's face. “Nope. Haven't seen 'em.”
“You're as discreet as a brick to the face,” he said dryly. “I wanted to clean them before Ichi-nii got home but if you're willing to hide them then that's fine. I'm not bailing you out if Ichi-nii finds it though.”
“You're not mad?”
“Why would I be? I already knew you were gross. I've seen your porn history, remember?”
Jiro winced. “If you love me, you will never bring that up ever again.”
“Are you sure about that? Because I found some really interesting things,” Saburo teased.
“Saburo...” Jiro warned.
“Whatever. Have fun with your stash, perv.”
“I'm not going to do anything weird with them,” Jiro protested.
Saburo gave him his most unimpressed and deadpan expression before slowly closing the door.