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“Look what I made for you!” Antonio slowly scoot back into Camilos’ lap, holding a piece of paper in his hands, which had a poorly done crayon drawing on it, “It’s you and me.”
A few crayons, yellow, tan, and brown, rolled down the bed and under Antonio’s knee, which Camilo picked up quickly, afraid they’d get broken. He set the crayons down on his bedside table, a few falling down to the floor, and turned back to see the paper Antonio was proudly holding above his head.
A giddy smile spread across Camilos’ face as he took the paper out of his brother’s hands, “Hey!” Antonio shrieked, grabbing at the drawing, becoming angrier with his fingertips only barely touching the edge of the paper as Camilo held it high out of his reach.
He then gently pushed the back of Antonio’s head forward, surprised when that earned him a slap to the hand, “Calm down, I just wanna look at it.” He smiled once again, staring at the drawing fondly, “I love it, it’s really good!”
“You think so?” Antonios’ voice was keen. He spun around to face Camilo, stubby hands reaching out to grab onto his face, bringing him in for a soft kiss on the chin, as he was too short to reach Camilo’s lips.
Camilo then leaned down and stuck his neck out, so Antonio could press a small peck onto his lips. He let out a small giggle and fell forward into his older brother’s arms, shifting around when the soft brushes from Camilo's fingertips tickled at his sides.
“Of course I do,” Camilo ran his fingers through Antonios’ kinky hair lazily, stopping at any knots he found, “I’d be a bad brother if I didn’t.” He spoke in a soft tone, almost whispering into Antonios’ ear.
Antonio craned his neck back, staring up at Camilo with a shocked expression on his face, “You’re a great brother.” He then grinned, his top canines sticking out and poking up at his lips.
“Yeah?” Camilo let out a low laugh, firmly wrapping both hands around Antonio’s waist, and aweing at how small he was. His thumbs were able to touch each other despite being cutely tucked around the boy's chubby stomach.
“Yeah! You’re the best ever.” Antonio tilted his head to the side and unknowingly pressed his knee down against Camilos' crotch, which made him gasp and pull away.
He laughed awkwardly, “Don’t do that,” Antonio looked confused but then mischievous as he continued to push his knee forward, playfully kneeing at his brother.
“Does it hurt?” Camilo didn’t respond, a red tinge creeping up onto his face and down to his neck, as he moved Antonio down the bed, away from him.
Suddenly an idea came careening into Camilo's mind. He'd thought about this several times before but never had the time to do it, nor the headspace, as he felt so guilty. He brushed away those insecure thoughts quickly, shifting down the bed to get closer to Antonio.
"Here. . .lets play a game." Camilo grinned and grabbed Antonio by the waist, laying back on the bed with him still in his hands. He let Antonio sit on his lap for a second, shifting around on the bed to get comfortable, putting his knees up and tucking them against his butt.
Camilo pondered for a second before continuing, listening for their mother while gritting his teeth, but no sounds came. So shakily, he continued his pursuit, moving Antonio up from his stomach and spreading tiny legs over his lap.
"It's gonna feel weird, but don't get scared, okay? We're playing a game." Antonio giggled once again, accidentally moving his ass against his brother's growing hard-on, drawing a sharp gasp from his gaping mouth.
Camilo then placed his hands firmly on Antonio's hips, rutting his pelvis up against the boy's ass. He watched as precum began making the front of his pants sticky and wet, leaking up in between Antonio's legs, staining his shorts.
"This is fun!" Antonio clapped a few times, bringing his small hands down to wrap around his brothers' wrists, which were shaking so much it was almost hard to keep Antonio from falling.
Camilo stayed silent aside from a few groans breaking from his throat. He threw his head back lazily against the pillows behind him, drawing in another deep breath as he felt himself coming closer to orgasm, a fiery feeling shooting up and down his legs, all the way to his dick.
"Yeah? Then we should do this again." He heaved for breath every few words, the rolling of his hips becoming more sporadic and quick against Antonio, who just looked happy to be there.
Antonio beamed down at his brother, laughing at the way being moved made his own voice shake, "Yeah!" He blurted, which Camilo would've been upset about if he wasn't so focused on trying to cum.
Camilo screwed his eyes shut, bucking up against Antonio a few more times, moaning absent-mindedly, like he didn't care about being caught by their mother or father.
He felt himself becoming more sensitive. Precum now covered the whole front of his pants, making the entirety of Antonio’s thighs wet, almost down to his knees. Camilo trembled at the sight, groaning aloud a few more times as he felt his legs locking up, opting to instead move Antonio against him as fast as possible.
Camilo didn’t pay attention to his brother’s loud giggling. Stuck in his high and cumming, with large spurts of cum shooting out and staining the front of his dress pants, coming up onto Antonio's tiny shorts as well.
A string of cum connected the two until Camilo leaned over, placing his brother on the bed next to him. Camilo then sat up, shifting to the edge of his bed slowly, letting his legs dangle against the floor. Antonio then came up behind him, almost tripping as beds aren't the easiest to walk on.
He leaned against his older brother, sweetly wrapping his little arms around Camilo's neck, "You're the best brother ever!"
Camilo sighed, guilt creeping into his chest. He sure didn't feel like the best brother ever.