Blackmailed By Brother Pt 2

The spit in his mouth accumulated and frothed as my cock churned his gullet and the saliva began drooling down the corner of his lips and onto the soft rug.
Part 1
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“I haven’t touched one since you left,” Charlie said, his hot breath tingling my ear as he made me realize the dangerous situation I had put myself in. His navel was showing through the hight-cut, maroon halter top he was wearing with his gray yoga pants. His belly button was squished in his sitting position and it had the smallest amount of pudge to it–the kind you couldn’t draw your eyes away from.
“Show me how’d you play this part right here,” he said breathily.
Playing through the section effortlessly, I marked down the correct fingerings above each note using a pencil. I had to erase the penciled numbers a few times and rewrite them due to the shakiness of my arm–a consequence of his sensual caressing of my shoulder with his feathery touch. It was absolute torture to actually play the short segment while he continued this and lovingly squeezed my bicep with his other hand.
“Do you think you got it? All you now,” I rasped, shifting over on the seat so that even though half of my butt was off the stool, I had given myself a reprieve from his blatant attempts at seducing me.
He tried the first half of the piece a number of times, gradually directing his attention towards getting the notes and rhythms perfect. What was missing from his playing, however, was expression and musicality.
“Good job,” I praised him, patting his head and instantly regretting it. Charlie whimpered as I ruffled his silky hair and he grabbed my wrist, nestling his cheek against my palm.
“Hey!,” I squeaked, flinching as if I had touched hot fire, “Concentrate!...