Steve knocked on the door of his brother Don’s apartment, tapping his foot. He waited about 30 seconds before knocking again, with more force. Nothing. Steve flipped his wrist up to check his watch. His shift was almost starting – he didn’t have time for this. Sighing, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a key, and opened the door himself. The apartment was open and bright – the perk of having wall-to-wall windows on the 30th floor of the west side of the building – however Steve scrunched his nose at the smell. All he could smell was stale beer, cigarette smoke, and sex. And he knew Tasha had worked all night.

Steve made his way through the living room, kicking some beer cans that were scattered on the floor. He could hear a high pitched, rhythmic moaning coming from the bedroom, followed by the squeaking of a mattress spring. Steve just clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He wanted to come over and confront Don about Tasha last night, but he’d been drinking, and eventually came to the realization that waiting until morning was the smart choice.

“Ohh…ohhh…yes… ow!.. ouch!!... ohhhhhh…...” The high pitched squealing continued. Steve knew it wasn’t Tasha’s voice.

“Knock, knock!” Steve yelled, appearing in the open doorway, greeted by the sight of his brother ploughing a maybe 20 year old redhead from behind.

“Dude! What the fuck!” Don’s eyes lit up like a flashlight as he looked up to see his brother, his hands still on the girl’s hip and butt, and his engorged prick still buried to the hilt in her tight, soaked pussy. Her eyes, Steve could see, were rolling back into her skull.

“Don’t… don’t you fucking stop!” She half-moaned, half-screamed, either not noticing or caring about their new observer. She started grinding her hips, bouncing her ass up and down his impressive length.

Steve couldn’t help but glance at her big, heavy tits overflowing from her bra, bouncing as she rocked her body back and forth. “We need to talk.”

“Can’t you… uhh… see I’m a little… mmm… BUSY!” Don replied, emphasizing the last word with an aggressive hip thrust, forcing his entire cock into the tiny redhead.

“Ohhhh, FUUUCCCKKK!!!!” the girl screamed as she came. She was completely filled, and Don’s heavy balls slapping into her clit sent her over the edge. She gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white as she struggled to keep her balance on all fours.

Steve took one last glimpse at the half-naked girl as she trembled to climax before turning away, hiding the growing bulge in his pants. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Steve pulled a carton of milk from the fridge and took a couple large gulps, as he continued listening to the moans and squeals of pleasure as his brother fucked this young girl into oblivion. This was the last straw. It wasn’t the first time he had caught Don cheating on Tasha, and he knew it wasn’t going to be the last. And just a day after hitting her, no less. Without warning, Steve crushed the carton in his left hand and threw it to the floor, splashing what milk was left in it all over the kitchen floor. Steve decided he was done - he had had enough. He was finally going to tell his brother how he felt about Tasha, and that was that.

Ten minutes went by. The show ended with the redhead orgasming at least two more times, and Don grunting like a mad dog in heat. Steve briefly wondered where his brother had finished – on her ass… her back… or maybe her tits, they looked like a nice juicy target. Or maybe all over her face. He shook the thought from his head. “God, I need to get laid…”

“Yeah, no shit, asshole,” Don said, walking into the kitchen, his lower half wrapped in a towel, arms crossed over his large chest. “What the fuck’s your problem?”

“You,” Steve replied bluntly. “The way you treat Tasha… I’ve had enough. I…”

“Oh fuck you,” Don interrupted. “I don’t need to hear this. You don’t need to tell me… I know you’re fucking in love with her. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at her.”

Steve froze. It was all out there, and he didn’t need to say anything. But had he really always been that transparent?

“Yeah, I’m not fucking stupid,” Don went on, walking closer to Steve. Don was definitely the more physically gifted brother – he stood a good six inches taller than Steve, and was built like a Greek god. Even to his older brother, his stature was imposing. And with his half-naked body glistening with sweat and reeking of sex, he was the pinnacle of masculinity right now. “It must’ve really burned you up knowing that I was the one crushing that ass every night for the past year, eh?”

Steve wanted to scoff, but he didn’t. He knew Don was lying - Tasha had stayed at his place on more than one occasion when Steve was so drunk that she was genuinely afraid. But the point stood, and he was right that it killed him knowing his asshole brother was the one fucking his dream girl. “So… it’s over then?”

Don backed off, looking down at his brother. “Yeah. It’s over. We fought two nights ago, as usual. Things got… heated. I’m done with her, and she’s done with me. So if you’re looking to pick up the rebound, be my fucking guest.”

Don opened the fridge and cracked open a beer, downing half of it in a few chugs.

“Little early, no?” Steve asked.

Don scoffed, wiping the foam from his stubble with the back of his wrist. “Hey, gimme a break – I’m grieving here.” He said with a huge smile. Steve just glared at him. “What?” Don said, “I’m serious. You could bounce a quarter across the room off of Tasha’s ass. And that rack… Jesus, those tits were the definition of fuckable. You know they’re real, eh?”

“Enough…” Steve growled.

“…not to even mention that she could suck a bowling ball through a straw…”

“Enough!” Steve stammered.

Don just smiled. “Whatever dude. Anyways, she’s free game now. Don’t need to worry about me breaking her heart anymore. Later.”

Steve exhaled a deep breath as Don left the kitchen. It didn’t go exactly as he had planned, but he essentially got what he came for. Before he could turn to leave, the redhead, clad in only her bra and panties, bounced into the kitchen.

“Hey,” she purred flirtatiously, biting her lower lip into a devious smile. Before Steve could respond, she walked past him and opened the fridge, bending at the waist to reach into the lower shelves. Steve couldn’t help but stare at her bubbly butt as she bent over, which looked like it was trying to devour her bubble gum pink thong. He realized she was just giving him a show as she started slowly swaying back in forth, as if lost deep in thought in the fridge.

As she stood back up, she not-so-subtly picked the thong wedgie from her crack before turning back around, a water bottle in hand. She winked at Steve, and headed back out of the kitchen.

“You know… you know he’s a huge dick, right?” Steve asked the half-naked woman.

She stopped briefly, looking over her shoulder. “And you know he has a huge dick, right?”

Steve watched her sway her ass from side to side as she walked away. He sighed. “I guess size does matter.”