My Brother

Competition

So I’m still not really sure how my dad slipped in and out of our bathroom without my brother even seeming to notice, but my brother was still horny enough to drop one more load in me before we got out the door, of course without my saying anything about my encounter with dad.

Doug, however, seemed to know something was up, even before we got close enough to speak.

“We let you off too early last night, didn’t we?”

Doug always seemed at least one step ahead of me, even if I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant.

“The second you got out I told Philip I knew we hadn’t used you enough, and we both jerked off and shot loads just thinking about the whole thing. Dammit. So I beat your brother in getting another guy involved, but I’ll bet he fucked the shit out of you all night.”

That fortunately forced me to respond to him, rather than jump into what had happened with my dad that morning, but honestly I was so glad to see him I just wanted to please him, however I could.

“He did, but I thought about you the entire time. I swear. So does that mean you and Philip had a good time?”

Doug smiled, as he grabbed what appeared to be his already hardening cock. “Fuck yeah. And I even came two more times during the night thinking about the next time. I’m sure Philip’s not gonna wait that long. And of course you and I need to get somewhere quick, or I’ll blow another one just thinking of what I want to do to you.”

We found the quickest private-ish place we could find, and I unleashed his now hardened cock as quick as I could.

I really had missed him, all night. And I really did think of him, and sometimes Philip, every time I had sex with my brother that night.

The only thing that had thrown me for a loop was my dad. And I still wasn’t even close to processing that one.

But for the moment, I was kneeling down and working Doug’s huge wet cockhead into my mouth. I was still amazed at how much I loved the feeling of him inside my mouth, even as I felt my ass leaking cum from my brother from that morning. I was in heaven, licking in and around Doug’s leaking piss slit, gently tugging at his huge balls, and licking around and around his cockhead, when I wasn’t working his thick shaft all the way to the back of my throat, with my nose deep in his pubes.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes for him to start dropping his first load of the day. I loved the feel of it on my tongue, and slowly going down my throat, as well as his hand at the back of my head, doing his best to make sure nothing spilled out. I was sure I also felt him lean over and kiss me on the head, as I drained every last drop out of his big fat cock.

“Fuck. You seem to be getting better every single time now, bitch. We really should have kept you for at least another hour last night.” I probably couldn’t have felt more proud of myself, even as he stayed hard as he lifted me up, turned me around, and slowly drove his cock in my wet hole.

“You have to make sure you make time for me and Philip sometime today. He may have been even hornier than I was at the end of the evening.”

And a few more thrusts and a second load was going deep in my already creamed ass. It almost seemed like all I could think about was how nice it would be to suck him clean, but then thoughts of my dad crossed my mind again.

Damn. Would dad have fucked me?

I couldn’t help but leak more cum onto Doug’s softening cock, and all over in his pubes, as he pulled out for me to lick him clean. I was doing my best to focus, letting my wind wander every now and then to how nice it would be to be with Doug and Philip again later that day, but my curiosity about my dad wouldn’t really go away.

I was pretty sure Doug wasn’t guessing that, even as I cleaned him entirely, and as we planned what we would be doing later that day. But I still wasn’t sure that it was a good thing that I hadn’t already told him what I had done with my dad.

I knew it was bound to come out sooner or later. Even as my mind drifted to which cock I really liked sucking better, Doug’s or my dad’s. Even as the whole experience with my dad almost seemed to be a dream, having come and gone so quickly.

But as Doug and I put ourselves back together and moved on to our days, a message on my phone reminded me that it had been no dream.

My dad almost never texted me. But there it was: “Stop by the store as soon as you’re done with your brother this afternoon.”

Fuck. How much did my dad really know already about me and my brother? How was I going to keep hiding Doug, and now Philip, from either my brother or my dad?

But my dad had told me to keep things just between the two of us, right?

I tried so hard to get through the day, thinking of Doug, of Philip, of my brother.

And now of dad.

That last one really wasn’t going away. At all. Even as my heart raced, every time I let my mind wander to why he wanted me to stop by the store, let alone what he really meant by saying after I was done with my brother.

And of course in the midst of that, Doug was bound and determined to make up for what he saw as lost time the night before, as he rounded up Philip “to have lunch with me.”

Everything seemed to just make me more and more horny, so of course I did my best to get through lunch with the two of them, even though it was basically just a couple of quickies, with both of them already making sure we would get together later than evening, “to make up for all the cum they shot since being with me the evening before.”

I was glad I had pleased them. I was glad to please them during lunch.

But of course my mind kept going to what my dad had in mind.

Even as I met my brother later that afternoon, and did my best to get him off as quickly as possible, doing my best to make sure he wasn’t suspicious about anything.

What did my dad really know?

And what did he really have in mind?