If the best couples were the ones with the most in common, you and my brother had to be a match made in heaven. Well, whatever heaven a bunch of godless hippies believed in, at least.

That is to say, you had much more to bond over with my brother than I ever did. Barring our shared lineage, Aaron and I couldn’t have been more different from the early days of our youth, butting heads over anything and everything to a point that far surpassed the typical expected sibling rivalry. Aaron had always been the golden child of the family, a straight A student who sucked up to adults like a good little teacher’s pet, earning him piles upon piles of praise for how “well behaved” and “intelligent” he was.

I wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but I was blessed with a physicality and visceral instinct that followed me wherever I went, and that same instinct told me to roll my eyes at my brother’s accolades and awards, scoffing at his academic achievement to disregard his efforts at every turn, which earned me more than a few exchanges of blows that I often came on top by the end of. As we grew with the passage of time, our differences only highlighted themselves all the more, as Aaron grew into a tall beanpole of a man with long, slender fingers fit for flipping through trivia encyclopedias and sorting through files.

While he was on his way to some liberal arts college where he could huff his farts with likeminded academia snobs, I’d already dropped out of high school for a job in construction. Our disapproval of one another’s chosen paths only worked through in our sour gazes at one another from across the table, Aaron pleading with me to reconsider my education instead of relegating myself to be a “workhorse facilitating the unending greed of capitalist megacorporations” whatever the fuck that meant.

His opinion didn’t matter very much to me, there was a fulfillment in working with my hands in the hot sun that my pencil pushing brother couldn’t possibly understand, and my body showed the fruits of my labor with the burly mass of musculature that made me easily twice his size, if not more.

We’d went our separate ways soon enough, not that I could bother to pay my brother any mind with how work was ramping up. I worked like a dog on every building project I was assigned, pushing my body to its limits every day to form massive skyscrapers from the ground up, the sight of a finished project giving me a primal sense of satisfaction at knowing I’d built such a monumental structure with my hands. I must have been pretty good at it too, seeing how I was soon rewarded with a meteoric rise in my position, in a few years, I worked my way to a construction manager, a rank which came with a rather sizeable bump to my salary.

And of course, where success came, women followed. Not that I was letting some doe-eyed bimbos drain my bank account just to get some tail. I’d always been an unfiltered, rambunctious sort, never bothering to censor myself for the comfort of others, and while such behavior had earned me reprimands and punishments from my teachers, it was now met with flirty giggles and haughty looks from lusty girls. They were drawn to me like moths to a flame, impossibly attracted to the powerful aura of a rugged man who got what he wanted and took it when it was denied him.

I’d forgotten about Aaron for quite a while by the time he got back in touch with me, though it gave me a sense of vindication to hear that he was in trouble now. Apparently, teaching gender studies or whatever other cultural indoctrination bullshit passed for higher education these days wasn’t too much of a stable career, and he’d reached out to ask if I could give him and his wife a place to stay while he started working as an English professor in the local college. It surprised me that the soft-spoken Aaron got married, not so much because he’d never told me, but mostly because I doubted he’d ever manage to work up the balls to even get a girlfriend. Still, I put on the guise of a supportive younger brother, gladly welcoming him into my home and imagining the groveling position he must have had as he whispered his thanks.

Even more surprises were on the way once Aaron actually arrived, not that he’d shown much of a change, but the woman he’d brought back was a far cry from the blue-haired, screeching monstrosity I would have imagined my prissy older brother would meet at those protests of his. Your sultry beauty was definitely offset by your terrible attitude, loud and outspoken and almost openly disrespectful to Aaron, which he took with little more than a downturned look of defeated sadness. I’d never let anyone speak to me like that, much less my own wife, and it was clear to me as I observed you both that your little “partnership” was on the rocks, to say the least, a wicked grin crossing my face as a plan formed of how I’d get back at my poor older brother.

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If you've read this far, thanks a bunch for giving my prompt a look! As I'm sure a lot of you can glean from what I've written, this is a slow burn cheating/ntr prompt with a bit of political play baked into it, focusing on my character, a brutish, intimidating, stereotypically masculine stud who seduces his older brother's feminist wife until she's his willing, barefoot breeding bitch! I'm looking for a partner who's just as interested in the process of my character swaying his brother's wife into betraying her husband to become his personal cockslurping slut as they are in the final result of it (which would of course be copious amounts of politically charged, heavily descriptive and degrading smut scenes with a healthy level of nastiness).

I've left a lot of room for potential partners to explore their own ideas with this premise and I'd love to find a partner who can put their own creative spin on things and has as much passion for the idea as I do. Perhaps Aaron and his wife are in disagreement over whether or not to have kids and that conflict provides my character with a way to sow discord in their relationship? Maybe she secretly does want to be the kind of loyal, submissive housewife Aaron's brother could let her be, and she resents her husband for being so unsuccessful and wimpy compared to his studly younger brother? Whatever it is, I'm looking forward to seeing your orange envelopes and getting a chance to play this out with someone who can bring life to this idea with me!

My kinks: Interracial/raceplay, maledom, cheating/ntr, cuckolding (as the bull), anal, older women/MILFs, ass worship, exhibitionism, outfits/cosplay sex, cuckqueaning, hatefucking, primal/angry sex, power exchange, teasing, outercourse, titfucking, assjobs, harems, group sex, incest.

Limits: scat, bestiality, underage characters, necrophilia, excessive violence, vore, furries and the like.