“Don’t make a mess on my floor. If you do, you can lick it up,” I said and leaned back to relax. “Didn’t Heather give you enough release for one night?”

“Meh, she was a cunt and just laid there. I only dribbled. You were right. She has no talent.”

I glanced at my brother’s face to see if he was joking, but he was fixated on the video, and I couldn’t tell.

“You gonna join? I can hold off until you’re ready,” Abel smiled wide as he let go of his prick and squeezed the armrests tight. “Oh yeah, get back down in those balls.” He made a sucking sound like he was reversing his come with his vacuum impression.

“You can continue. I’m not in the mood,” I said, even though that wasn’t entirely true. The pair of violet eyes were still bright in my mind, and the thought of them made my cock come alive and twitch in my pants.

Abel turned in his chair to look at me. One naked leg flung over the side of the armrest as he grabbed his cock and continued. “What’s the problem?”

My eyes danced from the screaming girl on one screen who was deliciously covered in blood to the colorful and smiling faces on the other screen and finally fell on my brother’s hand as it traveled the length of his shaft. His had a slight bend at the end, whereas mine was perfectly straight. Other than that, our cocks were identical to the rest of our bodies. They have the same length, same girth, and the same ability to fuck for a really long ass time.

“There is no problem,” I stated.

“You’re fuckin’ lyin’, man.” I tore my gaze away from my brother’s hand only to find the screaming girl, which continued to harden my shaft and make my jeans uncomfortable.

“I’m not lying, and I don’t have a problem.”

“Oh yeah, then prove it. Where’s your next piece of art at,” Abel asked and then sucked in a deep breath, his head falling back and his mouth opening. The girl on the screen now had my cock in her mouth. Abel had filmed this part, and the visual of me pinching her nose closed while tears and black makeup ran down her face was becoming more than I could handle.

“I didn’t find anything that would be suitable. One old man paid a ton to have his car towed, but that was it. I have higher standards than you do.” The girl on the screen gagged, a gurgling sound mixing in time with my cock sliding down her throat and then completely choking off her air supply.