My Brother

Triple Horny

Of course I wasn’t allowed to sleep much that night, for way too many reasons. First I was so damned horny knowing what few if any others knew, that Duke was in fact his nephew’s dad. Second, Duke seemed even bigger and hornier than before, maybe in no small part because his secret seemed to have leaked out. Third, because Duke’s “nephew” seemed to have never spent an entire dad with his “uncle” before.

And fourth, because I was pretty sure I had never even imagined two such horny guys, let alone two such hung guys, in my whole life.

It almost seemed like the more Duke saw his son perform, the hornier Duke himself became, so we must have easily fucked for at least half the night, despite Duke making it as clear as he could that there was no way I should let on what Duke knew I suspected.

Duke’s son was such a splitting image of his father: endlessly horny, almost shockingly well built, and so horny he was almost evil.

My ass was sore, but somehow satisfied. My throat seemed even sorer. I was sure I could barely talk, and I had no idea how those two huge cocks kept getting all the way down my throat.

Fuck. And I was so horny I seemed endlessly hard and constantly shooting, as each of them dropped load after load, deep in my hole, and deep down my throat.

I tried so hard to focus on the small differences between the two. Duke was thicker, but it almost seemed like his son might be a bit longer than him. Both had massive cockheads, huge piss slits, and shot huge loads. Again and again and again. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure I could taste any difference between the two.

I’d think about falling asleep. Think about how much I was enjoying the two of them. Think of how sore I was. And almost every time before my eyes closed there I was, being mounted. Again.

Together. Separately. Even at least twice for his son while Duke slept, and once for Duke while his son slept.

That may have been the horniest time of all.

Duke quietly made me promise I would never let on what I knew. He admitted he had gotten his brother’s wife pregnant: “The damn man seemed unable to deliver a boy, and I was way too confident that I could. And then I did.”

Duke and his brother were almost opposites, almost like me and mine. And the more time I spent with the two of them the more they seemed made from almost exactly the same mold.

And more than embarrassed, Duke seemed almost pleased. “You have no idea how proud I’ve been of my son, and maybe even more proud tonight.

I knew that he was as horny as me, just because of stories I’ve heard, but he and I have never spent time like this. Ever.

And, honestly, I couldn’t be more happy that it’s you who guessed.

I’ve never met anyone in my whole life who was so adamant about taking my whole dick. Even right in front of your father. And I’m sure you can guess that he’s had chances too. He’s just never tried to please me as hard as you continue to do.”

I couldn’t stop myself from crying. “Damn. I’m afraid I may love you. And I’m sure I’ve never felt like this. Ever.”

And rather than stopping me from crying, Duke’s reaction was to kiss me, more deeply and tenderly than before, even as his dick rehardened and he slowly drove it deep into my gaping hole.

“I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny, even if I do typically cum at least twice a day, and have for as long as I remember.” And his long tongue fucked my sore throat tenderly, even as he buried his throbbing cock even deeper than before.

Then he looked into my eyes. “So what happens if I decide to insist that all that cum goes in you from now on?”

Fuck. I had almost entirely forgotten about my brother, about my dad, about Doug and Phillip. I tried so hard to look deep into Duke’s eyes, as he kissed me yet again: “I’m cumming again, my bitch.”

I knew I could never so no to him. I didn’t even know how I’d be able to go to school the next day. I was pretty sure I’d barely be able to stand up.

And then his son woke up. Again.

And before I knew it his son’s hard cock had joined his dad’s softening cock in my swollen hole.

“Damn, Uncle Duke, I can’t stop from being so god-damned horny. What if I want to keep fucking him after the sun comes up?”

Duke half-laughed. “We both know he’s in no position to say no. And honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I ever felt this horny.”

His son almost sighed relief. “Fuck. I was worried it was just me. And I just feel like I’m trying to keep up with you. I feel like you’re my spiritual father, training me. And the last thing I want to do is displease you.”

And Duke brought his son down so the two of them could kiss, Duke knowing full well that he was way more than just his son’s spiritual father, as well as knowing that his kissing his son would ensure that his son would dump yet another load deep in my ass, all over his dad’s half-hard cock.

I could tell Duke’s tongue was even further down his son’s throat that it had been down mine. He only let up for a moment: “Once you’ve unloaded, we can both relax while the fucker sucks us both clean.” And then his tongue attacked his son’s mouth again, with his son struggling to keep up, as he shot and shot.

They seemed spent as they both pulled out, and laid next to each other for me to suck clean their cum-covered cocks.

Damn. They were gorgeous. Separately. Together. And I couldn’t help but tremble knowing how many times they had already fucked me.

I kissed each cock, slightly sucked in a bit of the cum, from each cock, going back and forth, both cleaning them off and coating the other’s cock with the other’s cum, even making sure at least a bit went into each of their big piss slits.

None of this was lost on Duke, or on his son. “Fuck. I’m so glad you’re my uncle.”

Duke kissed him again. “I’m sure I’m more than that.”

His son missed the point entirely, as I continued to suck, kiss and lap up their cum-covered cocks…