Hey! I love writing taboo stories, and I really appreaciate each comment and feedback. I have 2 main characters, Jack & Connor and most stories are told around them- so if you like to check my other stories, I'd be really happy.
Connor had jetted off to his buddy's wedding, leaving Jack to rattle around their empty apartment for a full week. The thought of solo nights with nothing but takeout and TV sounded like torture, so Jack packed a bag and headed to his parents' sprawling suburban home. It was the perfect escape—his folks were thrilled to have their eldest son around, cooking up family dinners and sharing laughs. Jack, at 25, towered over everyone with his muscular build, a soft belly from too many beers, and that thick trail of dark hair covering his chest, arms, and legs. His twin brothers, Mike and Ross, both 18, were home from their first year of college, adding to the lively vibe. The identical twins shared the same sharp features—high cheekbones, messy brown hair, and blue eyes that sparkled with mischief—but their paths diverged wildly. Ross, the open gay twink, was slim and hairless, his small frame boasting about every hookup with handsome studs. Mike, straight and slightly built from weightlifting, had a light fuzz of hair on his chest and limbs, always chasing vanilla flings with girls from campus.
The days blurred into easy routines: backyard barbecues, movie marathons, and late-night chats in the basement rec room. But one humid Friday evening, their parents headed out for a weekend getaway, leaving the three brothers alone in the house. The air was thick with summer heat, the basement dimly lit by a single lamp and the glow of the TV. They sprawled on the old sectional couch, cracking open beers and trading stories about their sex lives, the conversation turning bolder with each sip.
Mike leaned back, running a hand through his hair, frustration etching his face. 'Man, girls these days are so picky. I finally get one in bed, and half the time they won't even swallow. Or let me finish inside—no creampies, always pulling out. It's like, what's the point if I can't just let loose?'
Ross snorted, his smooth legs kicked up on the coffee table. 'That's 'cause you're sticking to basic bitches, bro. Guys know how to take it all—cum down the throat, in the ass, wherever. I've had dudes beg to fill me up.' He grinned, flexing his slim arms playfully.
Jack chuckled, his deep voice rumbling as he nursed his beer. 'Sounds like you both need to loosen up. But honestly, this talk's got me bored. Talking about it ain't cutting it—I want some real fun.' He set his bottle down, eyes glinting with authority.
The twins exchanged glances, the late hour making any plans to hit a bar feel like too much effort. 'Yeah, whatever, man,' Mike shrugged. 'We're cool with chilling here.'
Ross nodded eagerly. 'Beats going out.'
Jack's grin widened, predatory and confident. 'Good. Then you do whatever I say tonight. No questions, no backing out. I'm the big brother, and I call the shots.'
Shock rippled across their faces—Mike's brows shot up, Ross's eyes lit with intrigue—but Jack was the glue holding their chaotic family together, the one they'd always looked up to. After a beat, they mumbled agreements, the basement suddenly charged with tension.
'Alright, first things first,' Jack said, standing tall. 'Strip down to your boxers. Both of you.' He hooked his thumbs into his own shorts, shoving them off to reveal his bulging briefs, the outline of his thick, veiny 18cm cock already stirring.
The twins hesitated but complied, peeling off their clothes until they sat in thin cotton, Mike's average bulge modest under the fabric, Ross's smaller one perky and eager. Jack's gaze raked over them, satisfied. 'Ross, get over here. Sniff your twin's boxers. Get a good whiff of that straight-boy crotch.'
Mike jolted upright. 'What the fuck, Jack? No way!'
Jack's expression hardened, towering over them. 'I'm your big brother, Mike. You obey me. Or do I need to remind you who's in charge?' His voice brooked no argument, laced with that familial dominance they'd never crossed.
Mike's face burned red, but he slumped back, muttering under his breath. Ross, loving every twisted second, dove in without pause. He buried his face into Mike's lap, inhaling deeply through the fabric, the musky scent of sweat and arousal filling his nostrils. 'Mmm, smells like you've been thinking dirty thoughts, bro,' Ross teased, his tongue darting out to lick along the outline of Mike's cock, tracing the shaft through the thin barrier. The wet spot grew as Mike shifted uncomfortably, his body betraying him with a twitch.
'Good start,' Jack approved, settling back on the couch. 'Mike, pull out your phone. Put on some porn—something with a guy getting his ass eaten. Watch it while Ross plays.'
Mike fumbled for his device, cheeks flaming as he queued up a video, the moans of on-screen action filling the room. Ross didn't let up, nuzzling and licking, his hands kneading Mike's thighs.
'Now, Ross—suck his cock. Get those balls in your mouth too,' Jack commanded, his own hand palming his growing erection.
'No, Jack, this is too much,' Mike protested weakly, but Jack leaned forward, eyes locked.
'Insist? Hell yeah. Do it, or I'll make it worse.'
With a resigned groan, Mike lifted his waist, and Ross yanked the boxers down. Mike's average cock sprang free, semi-hard and nestled in light hair. Ross wasted no time, engulfing the entire length in one go, his lips sealing around the base as he deepthroated effortlessly. His tongue swirled, one hand cupping Mike's balls, rolling them gently, then sucking one into his mouth alongside the shaft.
Mike's breath hitched, the porn blaring in his ear as his twin worked him over. 'Fuck... this is wrong,' he gasped, but his hips bucked.
'Facefuck him now,' Jack ordered. 'Grab his head and use that mouth while you watch.'
Mike's resistance crumbled; he gripped Ross's hair, thrusting into the warm, wet heat, the video's explicit sounds syncing with Ross's slurps. It didn't take long—after a few minutes of sloppy rhythm, Mike tensed. 'Shit, I'm gonna cum...'
'Feed it to him,' Jack growled. 'Cum in your twin's mouth.'
Ross pulled off just enough to lock eyes with Mike, lips glistening. 'Yeah, bro—give it to me. Feed me your load.'
That pushed Mike over; he shoved Ross's head down, cock pulsing as thick spurts shot straight down his brother's throat. Ross swallowed greedily, milking every drop, then popped off to lick his lips. 'Delicious. Salty and thick—just how I like it.'
Jack nodded approvingly. 'See? Not so bad. Tonight, Mike, you do everything I want. No more bitching.' He turned to Ross. 'Bend over the arm of the couch. Show us that hole.'
Ross scrambled into position, arching his back to reveal his pink, tight, hairless pucker, winking invitingly. 'Mike, rim him. Eat your twin's ass like you mean it.'
Mike stared, horrified, but Jack's glare propelled him forward. He knelt behind Ross, hands spreading the smooth cheeks, and leaned in. His tongue flicked tentatively at first, then lapped broader, circling the rim before pushing inside. The taste was clean and earthy, Ross's moans spurring him on.
'Yeah, suck my hole, bro,' Ross groaned, grinding back. 'Deeper—tongue-fuck me.'
As Mike rimmed, Jack freed his massive, hairy cock from his briefs, the veiny 18cm beast throbbing in his fist. He stroked slowly, watching the taboo display, pre-cum beading at the tip.
After minutes of wet slurps and whimpers, Jack barked, 'Enough. Get in a 69—Ross under Mike. Mike, finger that ass while he sucks you hard again.'
They shifted, Ross flat on his back, Mike straddling his face. Ross's mouth latched onto Mike's spent cock, sucking it back to life as Mike worked two fingers into Ross's slick hole, pumping deep. Ross's slurps muffled against Mike's balls, which slapped his chin with each thrust of Mike's hand. Pre-cum leaked from Mike's tip, dripping onto Ross's tongue.
'Stop,' Jack said abruptly, standing and raising his muscular arms, exposing his bushy, sweat-damp armpits. 'Come worship these.'
Mike recoiled. 'Hell no—that's gross.'
Jack's face darkened, stepping closer. 'Normally, you'd skate by without getting fucked tonight. But keep acting up, and your tight virgin hole gets filled with big bro's cum—whether you like it or not. I'll pin you down and breed you raw.'
Mike swallowed hard, the threat sinking in. He leaned into one side, nose pressing into the coarse hair, inhaling the musky scent before his tongue lapped at the skin. Ross, on the other side, dove in with gusto, licking and sniffing like it was heaven, moaning into the hairy pit.
For several minutes, the room filled with wet smacks and heavy breaths, Jack's cock twitching at the submission.
'On the floor, both of you,' Jack ordered, sitting with legs spread wide, his huge, pulsing, hairy, veiny cock on full display, balls heavy below. 'Suck it. Together.'
The twins knelt, mouths converging. Ross attacked eagerly, lips wrapping around the head, tongue tracing veins, then dipping to suck Jack's balls, drawing one into his mouth with a pop. Mike, still sullen, took the shaft reluctantly, bobbing shallowly, his fun clearly drained. But his cock betrayed him, hardening again.
'Enough,' Jack said, pulling them off. 'Mike, sit next to me. Ross, straddle his feet.'
Mike's eyes widened. 'What?'
'Bet you've never done this,' Jack smirked as Ross positioned himself without hesitation. He guided Mike's big toe to his hole, sinking down with a gasp, the digit stretching his pink ring. Ross started bouncing, fucking himself on the foot while grabbing Mike's other one, licking the sole and toes hungrily, sucking each one clean.
Mike stared in shock—his vanilla girl experiences paled against this depravity. Jack leaned over, commanding, 'Arms up.' Mike obeyed, and Jack buried his face in his brother's pit, tongue laving the light hair, while pinching and twisting Mike's nipple. Mike shuddered, pleasure jolting through him; untouched, his cock throbbed violently, veins bulging like it might erupt.
Jack pulled back. 'Ross, bend over and suck me again. Mike, fuck his ass—now.'
Mike, driven by lust, aligned his hard cock and thrust in deep, burying to the hilt in Ross's welcoming heat. He pounded mercilessly, hips slamming, while Ross deepthroated Jack's hairy shaft, gagging on the girth. Ross's moans vibrated around Jack, and suddenly, his small cock spurted untouched, cum splattering the floor.
Jack's eyes flashed anger. 'Cumming without permission? Bad boy.' He gripped Ross's head, forcing it down, and unleashed a hot stream of piss straight into his throat. Ross's eyes bulged, but he gulped it down eagerly, the acrid warmth flooding him as Jack relieved himself fully.
Mike paused, confused. 'What the hell was that?'
'Your turn,' Jack said. 'Piss in his ass while you fuck him. Mark your twin.'
'What the fuck?' Mike yelped.
'Please, do it,' Ross begged, shaking his ass on Mike's cock. 'Fill me up.'
'You freaks,' Mike muttered, but he resumed thrusting, faster, deeper. Then, with a groan, he let go, piss surging into Ross's guts, the warmth mixing with the friction. As he did, Jack's hand clamped on Mike's neck, squeezing.
'What did you call us?' Jack growled, spitting on his fingers and shoving two into Mike's untouched hole without warning.
Mike cried out in pain, clenching, but Ross kept rocking back, impaling himself and forcing Mike's cock to stay buried. Even as Mike froze, his hardness persisted, Ross's movements turning it into a forced fuck.
'S-sorry,' Mike gasped, tears pricking his eyes.
Jack withdrew his fingers. 'Apology accepted—for now. Fuck him harder and cum inside. You'll make me cum next.'
Mike thought it meant a blowjob, but Jack had other plans. He shoved Ross's face to the carpet, planting a foot on his cheek, and railed his ass savagely, balls slapping. With a final thrust, Mike unloaded, flooding Ross's hole with hot cum. Pulling out, he watched as Ross clenched, then squirted the mix onto the floor. Mike smacked the reddening cheek hard.
'Now, my turn,' Jack rumbled, grabbing lube from the side table. He bent Mike over the couch arm roughly, the smaller man no match for his strength and height. Mike begged, 'Please, Jack—no, I can't—'
'Apologizing isn't enough,' Jack said, slicking his massive cock and Mike's virgin hole. He pressed the veiny head against the tight ring, forcing inch after thick inch inside. Mike sobbed, the burn excruciating as Jack bottomed out, his hairy belly slapping Mike's back.
'Ross, suck his cock—keep him hard while I breed him,' Jack ordered.
Ross crawled under, engulfing Mike's pulsing shaft, sucking hungrily as Jack began thrusting—rough, merciless, each slam shaking Mike's body. The pain morphed into unwanted pleasure, Mike's cries turning to moans.
To amp the depravity, Jack pulled out midway, his cock glistening with Mike's ass juices. 'Open up—taste yourself.' He flipped Mike around, shoving the slick length into his mouth. Mike gagged on the musky flavor, tongue involuntarily cleaning the shaft as Jack facefucked him briefly, the ass-to-mouth tang overwhelming. 'Suck it clean, straight boy. Every bit.' Tears streamed, but Mike complied, lips stretching around the girth until Jack plunged back into his ass, resuming the pounding.
After relentless minutes, Jack roared, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into Mike's guts, marking him thoroughly. He withdrew, cum leaking out, and nodded to Ross. 'Clean him up—suck my load from his hole.'
Ross dove in, tongue delving into Mike's stretched pucker, lapping up the creamy mess, swallowing with delight.
Jack patted Mike's ass, still buried in the couch. 'It was a fun night, right?' He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the reddened cheek. 'Mike, I love you—you're my lil' bro. But you gotta respect your elders. I've fucked so many guys like you, broken them in good. If it happens again, I'll fuck you so much harder, breed you till you beg for more. Got it?'
Mike nodded weakly, spent and changed, as the brothers collapsed into a sweaty, sticky pile, the basement reeking of cum, piss, and taboo bonds forged in the night.
