A Private Brotherhood Worth Fighting For

Paul

Minutes later, Phil finished douching and washing up in the tub after I'd gone first. I could sense the familiar humiliation from the expression he made.

Dad started getting undressed. He'd watched us the whole time while standing by the door, his bulge having grown. There were times when it seemed as if he'd wanted to rub himself while we'd emptied out our systems, which was telling in and of itself.

Ugh, we were still trapped in this depressing cabin, though. Until when? Would it really be forever? Just how serious was Dad to actually keep us here for long? At some point, Mom and the rest of the family would want to see us. What then? How would Dad get away with locking us inside here indefinitely? Not knowing just how much longer I'd be imprisoned here was enough for me to be driven insane. I'd already said goodbye to the outside world against my will. When would I set foot out there again?

When would I finally be free?

Phil and I were on the bed on all fours, our asses facing Dad who was now naked. I glanced at Phil from beside me, and his facial expression made my heart sink. My eyes watered while Dad was lubed up and ready to take Phil from behind. What could I do? I was the weakest of the three despite having played lots of baseball and done lots of swimming. However, I'd done those things more than Phil because he'd been too busy with his popularity to where he'd hung out with friends. I'd had more time to myself to invest in the two sports. I was faster too.

Much faster out of the three of us.

Phil squeezed his eyes shut and grunted from the presumable pain. "Ow…"

"It only hurts at first, Phil. Paul took it just fine. You will too. Remember, my Holy Seed needs to transfer into your body to mix with yours as a cure for Paul."

Phil couldn't care less. He knew it was bullshit like I knew it. This wasn't right. If I could just do something. Anything.

Dad breathed in a horny way. He must've been so consumed by his hormones while being inside Phil. Phil seemed to be taking it more like a man than I had when I'd lost my virginity to him almost a year ago. He looked as if he were trying to control it, but it was better than my past reaction.

Phil started crying silently, tears flowing down his cheeks. I couldn't take this anymore. I looked at Dad who clearly didn't care about anything but his own needs. He was a sick man who'd taken his sexual frustrations out on us. There was never a cure. Of course not. Phil and I weren't stupid to believe that. No, Dad had just lusted after his own sons for years and had finally come up with the plan to get away with it.

Get away with it. No. He couldn't anymore.

"Ow, ow…" Phil gnashed his teeth as soon as Dad started pounding his ass. None of this turned me on. This was borderline rape in the sense that Phil had no choice but to take it. There hadn't been any other option.

And that infuriated me.

I cast my eyes on Dad whose face showed pure pleasure. He was heavily focused on fucking my big brother. I kept eyeing the door, then back at Dad. Back and forth, I switched my gaze between the two, and my heart raced from the boldness that wanted to strike me. Dad was strong, and Phil had always respected him enough never to challenge him. He'd told me last night while we'd been here that he didn't have it in him to try to defeat Dad, that he wanted to believe Dad would snap out of it. Maybe in some ways, the two of us wanted a small part of this because it allowed us to be ourselves sexually with each other without having to hide it from Dad. I'd felt good from the sex that Dad had given me.

But Phil and I would rather choose freedom over our own father.

I had an idea. I prayed it would work. I lifted myself up on the bed while still on my knees, and I scooted toward Dad and placed my lips on his while he continued ramming his big cock inside Phil's fully-devirginized hole.

"What…are you doing, Paul?" Dad asked through kisses but not stopping me. There was suspicion in his blue eyes.

I stroked his dark hair with forced affection. "Loving you. You're a strong man, Daddy, and you just want what's best for your sons."

He didn't say a word, and he didn't really kiss me back. He probably wanted to but held back for whatever reason.

I broke the kiss to take a glimpse of Phil who grunted some more, obviously trying to take it. His silence didn't fool me. He was in pain. He didn't enjoy being a bottom like I did, and I needed to put a stop to it.

I shifted my focus back on Dad and caressed his smooth back, my hand moving dangerously close to his ass. He didn't stop me, but he flinched with caution. I kneaded one of his butt cheeks, and I kissed his neck. "I love you, Daddy." At this point, I wasn't sure just how much I did. The longer he did this to us, the harder it was to love him. I'd thought I could still love him forever no matter what because he was my father.

But I'd been wrong.

I continued kissing Dad's neck while keeping an eye on the door. My heart pounded so much because I needed to make sure I could get away with the last-minute plan.

"I'm coming…" Dad said through gritted teeth. He let out a groan and gave Phil a few slower-but-hard thrusts, signaling that he was filling his hole with his cum.

And that was my cue.

I dashed for the door while Dad was consumed with the ecstasy he most likely felt. I tried opening it, but I'd forgotten there was a lock in place. My struggle was too slow, and Dad grabbed me from behind.

"Get back here, you dirty little faggot!"

"Phil, grab him!" I burst into tears as soon as the emotions hit me hard. "Please! This is our chance to escape! I know you struggle to fight him off but fucking do it! Save us!"

And he did. He finally did. He wrestled with Dad until Dad's grip on me loosened enough for me to break free. I rushed with unlocking the door, and I escaped as fast as I could. I didn't need to wait for Phil. I couldn't afford to slow down because Dad could chase after me very soon.

Thank God I was a fast runner. I didn't care that I was naked. I was free. And I'd report everything as soon as I saw the first person to ask for help.

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