Vinnie Deluca / 20 / Shaggy Dirty Blonde Hair / Swimmer’s Build / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ross Lynch
Sal Deluca / 28 / Light Brown Tight Fade / Muscular Build / Light Hair and Stubble / 10-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ryan Kwanten
Brian Truman / 26 / Black Shoulder Length Hair / Muscular Build / Light Hair and Goatee / Pierced Nipples / 8-inches Cut and Pierced / Celebrity Type: Brenton Thwaites
Brian Gets a Slice
**Vinnie’s POV**
The following story takes place during the events of Chapter 4.
I heard the front door slam as Dad left to meet Uncle Mike downtown for a drink. Well, I guess I should say my ‘stepdad’ Mike, since he married my mom years ago, but he’s always been Uncle Mike to me and Sal. I know it really upset Dad when my mom left and immediately hooked up with his best friend, but I just missed my ‘uncle’. I really hope they finally bury the hatchet tonight. Over the years, I’ve kept tabs on Uncle Mike through his Instagram account, and he’s kept himself in amazing shape. I wouldn’t mind milking his massive cock with my tight pussy if the opportunity were to present itself.
I was tanning my bubble butt out by the pool in the last few minutes of daylight. Spending all day with Dad working for his construction company was eating into my usual summer routine of living by the pool. Truthfully, I was kind of hoping working at the construction company would play out more like a porno; muscular, hairy construction guys in hard hats passing my smooth pussy around until I got pregnant. But so far no one has taken the bait, so I’m a bit disappointed. You’d think getting fucked daily by your dad and brother would satisfy you, but it’s actually cranked up my horniness levels even higher. Now, I can’t get enough.
I reached behind me and slid a finger over my pussy, sending a shiver down my spine. Dad had revved the engine after work, but we never got to fuck before he left. My finger pressed in, past my ring, up to the knuckle. I slowly stroked the smooth walls inside my pussy, imagining a thick, veiny cock splitting my lips apart. Maybe Sal could fuck me when he gets home.
Shit. I was gonna take care of dinner for us. I pulled my finger out and looked around for my phone. After the day I had, I didn’t feel like cooking, so it looked like it was gonna be a pizza night. Sal wouldn’t be happy, but I didn’t care. Pizza doesn’t necessarily fit into his ‘healthy lifestyle’ as a personal trainer, but he works out enough. He can afford it. I picked up my phone to order dinner, but it was dead.
Fuck me. Where did I leave my charger?
Oh right, in my car. Fuuuuuuuck me.
I could use the LAN line in the kitchen, but I didn’t know the number to the pizza place. Who memorizes phone numbers anymore? I groaned and climbed out of the pool chair. I walked down the dark hallway to the master bedroom and opened my dresser drawer. I slid on a pair of sheer pink panties that I had recently bought online. My new relationship with my dad and brother made me want to experiment with trying new things, including underwear. I liked to order a size smaller than normal, so they stretch over my bubble butt and frame my cock and balls nicely. My car was right out front, and it was almost dark out, so I didn’t feel the need to get completely dressed.
I opened the front door and walked to my car. Across the street, our sixty-year-old neighbor Mr. Lopez was watering his front yard. He’s been our neighbor for about 15 years. A few years ago, his wife passed away and it’s just been him, alone in that house, ever since. We occasionally had him over for dinner to be neighborly. I waved to him as I opened my car door and bent over picking up my charger from the center console. The underwear stretched thin over my hole, giving Mr. Lopez an eye full. As I closed the car door, I told him to have a good night and walked back into the house.
With my phone now charging, I ordered the pizza and fixed myself a cocktail at the bar in our living room. Outside, I could hear Sal’s car pull into the driveway. I took a swig of my drink as he walked through the front door.
“Honey, I’m home!” Sal yelled as he kicked his shoes off by the front door. He was wearing a pair of navy-blue tear-away pants, and a tight white polo from his gym. I picked up my glass and sauntered over to him.
“Hey baby” I said handing him my drink. “Have a good day at work?” He took a sip and ran his other hand around my waist squeezing a butt cheek.
“Mmm, yeah” he said pulling me in close. I took the glass back from him as he leaned in and kissed down my neck. “I love these panties on you, little bro.” His hands rubbed my cheeks, poking at the tight borders of my underwear. “What’d you make your man for dinner, baby? I’m starving.”
“Don’t be mad” I said as I stroked his veiny bicep “but I ordered pizza.” He stopped kissing my neck.
“Pizza?” he said angrily. “You think THESE come from pizza?” He grabbed my hand and slid it under his shirt, running my hands back and forth over his well-defined abs.
“I didn’t feel like cooking tonight. You’ll get over it” I said rolling my eyes as I began to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and forced me to my knees. My glass fell to the ground next to me, but it didn’t shatter.
“I don’t think so” he said sternly. “You’re gonna have to be punished for not taking care of your man.” He pushed me down onto my stomach with a thud. Sal and I both have a thing for power fantasies, so we like to mix things up with a little role play every now and then.
“Please don’t” I begged, pretending to try and crawl away. I looked over my shoulder up at my brother. He tore off his pants, revealing his massive hardon. He wasn’t really a fan of underwear these days. He straddled me and kneeled down, pinning my legs to the ground. His hard cock slid up the smooth crack of my ass as I wiggled it back and forth.
“I’m gonna do whatever I want” he said. “Dad and I own this pussy. We get to breed it whenever the fuck we want to, and you don’t get a say in it.” He began poking at my hole through my underwear. “Look at these fucking panties. I can see your slutty pussy through them.” He poked against my hole hard, shoving some of my underwear inside. I let out a moan. “You like showing off your slutty pussy in these little pink panties, bro? I’m gonna buy you a little skirt to walk around in so I can slide into that pussy everywhere we go.” I could feel pre-cum leaking from his dick on the small of my back.
“No, please don’t make me wear that” I pleaded. “I’ll be good. I promise!” Fuck, Sal’s dirty talk really pushed my buttons.
“Too fucking bad” he said as he grabbed the fabric of my underwear and ripped it to shreds. The loose material hung from the waistband like a little skirt. Fucking hell, Sal. Again? My brother does NOT like underwear. “There’s that pretty, pink pussy little bro.” He held my cheeks open as he slid his cock back and forth over my hole. I continued to plead with him and feign trying to get away. He leaned forward and held my wrists down with his full body weight. “You’re not going anywhere, slut.” I felt the spongey head of his massive cock press against my hole and slide between my lips. No foreplay. No stretching. He wanted to wreck me fast and hard.
“Please, big bro” I winced as he carved out my insides with one quick thrust. “I won’t do it again! I’m sorry!” My eyes began to well up as I pushed back against his thrust with a grunt. I felt his pubic hair pressed against me. He was all the way in. I tightened my pussy around my big brother’s cock, memorizing its flared head and veins.
He lifted the front of his polo behind his head as he began to rail my aching pussy. “Fuck baby” he moaned. “I love this fucking pussy so much. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He laid down on top of me as his hips continued thrusting. His hairy balls smacked against me as my own cock, now free of its constricting underwear, began leaking onto the hardwood floor.
*DING DONG*
“Fuck!” Sal yelled, annoyed at the sudden interruption. “Stay right fucking there. I’m not done punishing you yet.” He pulled out of me and stood up. Without bothering to cover up, he opened the door and there stood Brian, our usual pizza delivery guy.
“H-hey, Sal” he said, stunned by the scene before him. “I have your pizzas.” Now, over the years, Brian has seen a lot. In a house full of boys, where wearing underwear is considered ‘dressed up’, we’ve all answered the door thousands of times, wearing next to nothing. This, however, would be a first for him. He looked at me, face down on the floor in my torn pink panties. My hole was still gaping open from Sal pulling out his monster cock mere seconds ago. Sal took the pizzas from Brian and set them on the table next to the door.
“Well, Brian” Sal said. “As you can see, I don’t have my wallet on me. Come on in for a second while I get some cash from the kitchen.” His greasy hard cock bobbed back and forth, dropping rope after rope of pre-cum onto the floor.
“Uh, sure” Brian said as he slowly stepped inside and closed the door. Sal walked into the kitchen to grab the pizza money. Brian stood there in his matching work polo and baseball cap, in a pair of black jeans, trying to look everywhere but down at me. Sal had told me not to move, so I continued to lay there, spread open. “H-hey, Vinnie.”
I looked over my shoulder, up at Brian and wiggled my ass. “Hey Bri. Shift almost over?”
“Uh, yeah” he said, rubbing his arm. “This was my last delivery for the night.” He started to sneak quick glances down at my hole. It was glistening like a glazed donut from a coating of Sal’s pre-cum. Sal reappeared from the kitchen, cash in hand.
“Here you go, Brian” he said, handing over the money. He noticed Brian lick his lips and smiled. “Say, Bri. How would you like an extra tip tonight?” He nodded to his naked little brother sprawled out on the floor.
“Uh, I-I don’t…” Brian stuttered, wiping his mouth and adjusting the hat on his head.
“Trust me, Bri” Sal said rubbing Brian’s shoulder. “It’s like a velvet hug for your cock. I was just starting to carve it open, but I’d happily let you cream his insides instead. He’s being punished for not taking care of me and my dad like he should. We need to wreck his slutty little pussy to teach him a lesson.”
Brian’s hand wandered down to the growing bulge in his pants as he listened to Sal’s proposal. “I can just nut in that pussy? Without a condom? I fucking hate when girls make me wear one.”
“Fuck the condom. And fuck my little bro, man” Sal said egging him on. “That slut needs to get pregnant, or he won’t learn his lesson. Will you help me out?” He reached down into Brian’s pants and squeezed the base of his cock.
Brian bit his lip and took off his baseball cap. He peeled his shirt off and ran his hands through his hair before putting his cap back on backwards. He was in good shape for a delivery driver. He must spend his free time at the gym. He had two pierced nipples, a light smattering of chest hair on his meaty pecs and a thick treasure trail leading down into his pants. He undid his pants and pulled them off along with his boxers. His dick was a little shorter than Sal’s, but it was thick and pierced. Sal reached down and stroked Brian’s hard cock for him.
“Nice hardware, man” Sal said. “Go on, Bri. Fuck that tight pussy.” He placed a hand on Brian’s back and pushed him forward.
Brian smiled and climbed on top of me. The cool touch from his Prince Albert piercing felt nice against my hot, sweaty skin. He slid his cock back and forth over my hole as Sal knelt down in front of me. He took my head in his hand while the other one ran through my hair.
“Now, you’re gonna be a good boy and let Brian breed that pussy, right?” he asked, sliding a thumb into my mouth.
“Please don’t make me do this, big bro” I said, returning to the fantasy. “I’ll be good.” I wiggled my ass back and forth, pushing back against Brian’s leaking cock.
“I’m tired of you lying to me, little bro” Sal said. “I don’t want to hear another word from you.” He squeezed the sides of my mouth, forcing it open. Leaning forward, he grabbed the base of his cock and slid it down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I gagged and tried to push back but he held my head in place as my throat began to loosen up.
Behind me, Brian pressed the pierced head of his cock against my hole and pushed in. Sal had already opened me up, so he slid in with little resistance. As the piercing slid into my guts, it pressed against my prostate, causing me to moan into Sal’s cock. Brian tossed his head back and smiled.
Brian slowly pulled halfway out and slid back in deep. “Fuck, Vinnie” he said grabbing my hips. “I didn’t know a dude’s pussy could feel this good. I would’ve been hitting up my own little brother for some ass if I knew it could feel like this.” His thrusting was slow and deep. I could feel his piercing rubbing the walls of my pussy over and over. Sal reached forward and played with Brian’s nipples as he began fucking my face.
“These are nice, man” Sal said admiring the piercings. “They feel good?”
“Yeah, man” Brian replied as his hands slid up and down my back. “They’re super sensitive. I fucking love when someone plays with them.” Sal continued playing with his nipple while his other hand pulled Brian in for a kiss. Brian reluctantly opened his mouth, letting Sal’s tongue explore. Sal pulled away and returned his attention to fucking my mouth. By now, my throat had loosened up and I was swallowing every inch of my brother with ease. I became intoxicated by the smell of his sweaty balls smacking my chin with each thrust. Brian’s smooth thrusts were picking up speed. He was close to cumming.
“Fuck, Vinnie” Brian panted, leaning more of his body weight into me. “I’m gonna fucking nut in your pussy.” He slammed all the way in one last time and emptied his balls deep in my pussy. I could feel my insides flood with the warmth of his load. My eyes rolled in the back of my head.
“Nice, Bri!” Sal cheered as his own thrusts picked up speed. “Breed that fucking pussy, man.” His breaths were getting shorter. “Shit. Here it comes little bro” Sal said as shot after shot of cum coated the back of my throat. He hunched over me and spasmed with each shot.
Brian wiped his face with his hand and sat back. I could feel the last few spasms of his dick inside me as my pussy milked him for every last drop. After a minute he slowly pulled out of my sloppy cum-filled hole and got up to get dressed. Sal slowly pulled out my mouth, smacking the head of his dick on my tongue one last time.
I rolled over onto my back and eagerly began stroking my own cock. Sal climbed over me, kneeling between my legs. Looking me in the eyes, he reached down and slid three fingers into my wrecked hole. A smile crossed his face as he began to finger me hard and fast. Each thrust fucked Brian’s load out of me and onto the floor. I couldn’t take much more.
“Fuck, bro” I moaned, stroking my cock. “I’m gonna fucking cum.” I tossed my head back as I coated my abs with my hot sticky load.
“Hot, man” Brian said, putting on his shirt. “Thanks for the extra tip, boys. Maybe I can drop a load in that pussy again sometime?” He stepped into his pants and buttoned them up.
“Whenever you want, Bri” I said as I laid there catching my breath. Brian winked at me and opened the door.
“See you later, boys” he said as he closed the door behind him.
Sal stood up, scooping up the cum from my stomach and licked his fingers clean. He walked over to the pizza, still on the table, and flipped open the box, grabbing a slice. Taking a bite, he walked back to me as his stiff cock began to soften. Kneeling in front of me, he held the pizza out for me as I took a bite. He helped me up off the floor and ran his hands through my sweaty hair.
“You good, baby bro?” he asked taking another bite of pizza.
“Yeah, I’m good” I said stretching. I looked down at my tattered underwear. I slid my thumbs under the waistband and stepped out of them. “But YOU sir, owe me some new underwear. You keep ripping mine apart.”
“Then maybe stop wearing underwear” he said sliding a finger over my pussy. I cocked my head to the side and glared at him. He rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Fiiiiiiine. Fine. I’ll buy you some pretty new panties…that I am confident, will be destroyed again later. OK? Let’s eat some pizza and then we can head out to the mall.”
“Thank you, bro” I said as I leaned in and gave him a kiss. “Oh, and you’ll never guess who Dad is having a drink with at this very moment.”
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
