In need of the family's affection

The morning after, I woke up with a spring in my step. Yesterday had been amazing. Not only did finally managed to convince Henry to let me suck him off, but I felt closer to him than ever before. I couldn't help but grin as I remembered the feel of his massive cock in my mouth and the taste of his cum...

The thought crossed my mind for a moment and I almost lost myself in fantasies again, but then I remembered what today had in store for me.I could spend the whole day with my father and Henry, helping them repair the summerhouse in the backyard.

I couldn't wait for it. Not because I was excited to help them, but because I knew it would give me the perfect opportunity to watch my two muscular men at work, flexing their massive arms and sweating as they strained their muscles.

I slowly made my way down the stairs, savoring the anticipation of a relaxing Saturday. Even though I had to work later, the thought of spending time with my father and brother Henry more than made up for it.

As I reached the bottom step, I glanced over at the kitchen clock. It was a quarter past nine in the morning. Relatively early, but not too early for breakfast. My stomach rumbled at the thought of food, and I decided that making breakfast would be the perfect way to start the day. After all, I knew they would appreciate it aswell.

I opened the cupboard, searching for the ingredients I needed. Flour, eggs, milk, bread... The familiarity of it all was comforting. I'd been making breakfast for them for as long as I could remember. It was my way of showing them that I cared.. and I think I like the idea of me servicing them in some way.

I knew my desires were unusual, probably even twisted in some people's eyes, but to me they felt natural. I couldn't help but be drawn to the men in my family. They were the epitome of what I found attractive and since we are all adults here and the possibility of getting me pregnant is nonexistent, why the harm?

I continued to cook, now with a raging hard-on in my shorts, who didn't look like it was going away any time soon.

I glanced out the window, watching as the morning sunlight danced across the yard. The street was quiet, save for the occasional car or jogger passing by. I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me as I took in the peaceful scene.

I turned my head away from the window and towards the stairs. It didn't seem like they were going to make an appearance any time soon...

I sighed, putting the last few things away in the cupboard.I guess I could use the time to set the table and maybe wipe down the kitchen counter. It'd keep me busy at least.

I hummed to myself as I worked, but it didn't take long for me to finish putting away the last few things. The kitchen was already spotless, and the breakfast table was set perfectly. I glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing that it was almost ten.

I decided to make the most of my time and go outside to take out the garbage. The air was already warm, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

As I opened the trashcan, threw it in, and started to turn around, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a man jogging along the road. He was in his early thirties, with short brown hair and a lean, muscular build. His eyes locked on mine as he slowed to a stop, panting slightly from the exertion.

"Hey there," he said, his voice was deep and smooth, with a slight hint of an accent. "I couldn't help but notice you were taking out the garbage. I was wondering if there's a bakery around here? I just moved here and wanted to grab some things before jogging back home."

I smiled at him, trying to hide the obvious attraction I felt. "Oh, well there's a bakery on the corner of Main Street and Maple. But it's about a ten-minute jog from here. You're not in a hurry, are you?"

He laughed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "No, I've got plenty of time. Thanks for the help. You seem like a nice guy."

I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Oh, I am." I said, trying to play it cool. "You seem pretty fit yourself. Have you been jogging long?"

He chuckled, glancing down at his body. "Well, I used to be fit for my work, so I've always been active."

I nodded, unable to take my eyes off him. "Well, it shows." I said, noticing a small bead of sweat roll down his forehead. "I guess we will see each other around then, since we're neighbors. I'm Dylan, by the way."

He smiled, reaching out to shake my hand. His grip was firm, but not overbearing. "I'm John. It's nice to meet you, Dylan."

I nodded. "Likewise, John. I'll see you around, then."

He smiled, squeezing my hand briefly before letting it go. "Enjoy your day, Dylan." With that, he turned and jogged away, his muscular back flexing with each stride untill he disappeared around the corner.

I watched him go, feeling strange. Did he check me out? Or was I just imagining things? It was hard to tell. I decided not to dwell on it and went back inside the house.

As I walked back in, I was suprised to see Zac already sitting at the table, his attention fixated on his phone. He didn't even bother to look up as I entered the room. It was no different than any other day, and I found myself feeling a strange mix of annoyance and resignation. I knew he loved my cooking, but he didn't see the need to show any gratitude or even acknowledge my efforts.

I sighed, washed my hands, and sat down at the table as well, trying to make conversation with Zac while I waited for the others. To my suprise, he looked up from his phone and met my gaze.

"What's up?" he asked, his tone a little less dismissive than usual.

I shrugged. "Oh, not much. Just met a new neighbor, actually." I glanced over at Zac, trying to gauge his reaction.

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Oh yeah, I saw you two chatting. What was his name?"

I hesitated for a moment. "John. His name's John."

Zac nodded, his expression shifting slightly. "Oh yeah? What did you talk about?" He asked, acting a little more interested than usual.

I shrugged. "Just the usual stuff, you know. Since he's new to the neighborhood, he was on his way to find a bakery." I paused, waiting for Zac to react.

He grinned wider, nodding knowingly. "Yeah, I bet. He seemed pretty fit, though. Maybe he's looking for someone to whip into shape." There was a playful glint in his eye as he spoke.

I felt my cheeks flush at his words, but I tried not to let it show. "Oh, you know, just being neighborly." I said, hoping my tone would convey that I didn't appreciate the teasing.

Zac laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, Dylan." He teased, leaning forward on his elbows. "You're not fooling anyone. I saw the way you were checking him out."

I felt my face heat up again, but I tried to keep my composure. "I most certainly was not." I retorted, narrowing my eyes at him. "I was just being polite."

Zac laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, Dylan. You're adorable." He grinned, leaning forward on his elbows. "Come on, admit it. You totally had the hots for him."

I felt my cheeks flush even deeper, but I tried to keep my cool. "I did not."

Zac just laughed. "Oh, come on, Dylan." He paused for a moment, leaning back in his chair, taking another bite of his food. "You don't have to tell me. I know it anyway." He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. "Allright you're omniscient, now stop annoying me." I retorted, my voice laced with sarcasm. But deep down, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. It was true that I had found John attractive, but I wasn't about to admit that to Zac.

"That's the spirit Dylan." Zac said, grinning as he took another bite of his food.

I rolled my eyes again, trying to ignore his teasing. "Whatever you say, Zac." I muttered under my breath, mostly to myself.

Just then, we heard the stairs creak behind us. Zac and I both turned to look, it was my dad making his way down the stairs. He glanced over at us and gave a small wave.

"Wow, who did all this?" my dad asked as he walked over to the table, taking in the spread of food. He glanced from Zac to me, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just a joke. I know who." He chuckled, sitting down at the empty chair between us.

Zac rolled his eyes at my dad's comment, but smiled nonetheless.

"Hey dad, I was actually going to ask you something about that game." He glanced at me briefly before continuing. "I need someone to drive me over to the field later."

My dad raised an eyebrow at this. "And why do you need me to do it, Zac?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Can't you drive yourself?"

"The guys want to get wasted after the game." Zac explained, shrugging. "I mean, they don't mind drinking and driving, but I don't want to get arrested, or worse." He took a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully before continuing. "Besides, it's your truck. I figure you'd understand."

That was the moment I lost interest in that convo, and decided to focus on something else. I took a piece of bread and began spreading it with some butter, wondering where Henry was.

Last evening was great. I couldn't wait to see where the day would take us. We had had such a good time...

Now, as I sat here with my dad and Zac, I couldn't help but wish he would finally come downstairs. The conversation between Zac and my dad had somehow drifted back to sports, which I couldn't help but tune out. Henry would be a welcomed distraction.

I took another bite of my food, idly wondering if he was still asleep.

It wasn't until we were almost finished with breakfast that my dad glanced at his watch and stood up. "We should probably start soon," he said, gathering his dishes. "The weather might not be as nice later." He looked at me and Inodded in agreement.

Henry was still no where in sight, so I decided to stand up and excuse myself from the table. "Um, I think I'll go and see if I can get henry to come downstairs." I said. "He probably wants some breakfast too." My dad nodded in understanding, and Zac just shrugged.

I made my way up the stairs, careful not to make too much noise as I went. When I reached the top, I peeked into his room.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the morning light. Henry lay sprawled across his bed, clad only in his boxer briefs. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his smooth skin looked so soft and inviting. It made me want to run my hands over his body, feel it beneath my fingertips.

I slowly closed the door behind me, not sure what I wanted to do next. I couldn't deny that Henry looked hot, taking over all of the bed with his massive frame. His muscular arms hung over the sides of the mattress, and one beefy, long leg was bent at the knee, the other stretched out straight. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the fabric of his boxers doing little to hide whats beneath.

I stood there infront of his bed, gazing at him, wondering about his dreams. The way he slept, so peacefully, so soundly...

I couldn't help but think that maybe I could make his dreams even better. His cock, soft and inviting beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, called to me. I knew that I wanted to feel it in my mouth, to taste him.

I moved closer to the bed, careful not to make any noise as I did.

I straddled his legs, positioning myself over his massive thighs, searching for a space where I could fit my hands. He stirred slightly in his sleep, but didn't wake up.

I leaned forward as I reached for the waistband of his boxers. Slowly, I pulled them down, revealing his cock to my touch. It was thick and long, already half hard without having to do much.

My gaze was focused on Henry's morningwood, feeling it growing heavier in my hand with each passing second. I could feel his skin heat up as he stirred in his sleep and couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming about, what fantasies might played out in his mind as I began to stroke his cock.

As I continued to stroke him, I examined his cock more closely. It was definitely large, that was for sure, not only in length but girth as well. It was thick and veiny, no wonder I choked the last time I tried to take him deeper. I definitely needed some more practice. But I somehow already knew that there wouldn't come any complains from Henry's side.

As I stroked him with my hands, my mouth was already watering, anticipating the moment when I could taste him again.

His cock twitched in my grasp, and I felt a small drop of pre-cum ooze out from the tip. I leaned in closer, inhaling the masculine scent that surrounded him. I couldn't wait to feel him in my mouth, to feel his thick length stretching my jaw, to taste the salty sweetness that I knew would be on his skin.

His cock felt heavy in my hand, the skin warm and smooth beneath my fingers. As I stroked him,I marveled at his size and the way he seemed to fill my entire palm. The thick veins beneath the skin that became noticeable and the power that lay hidden within them.

I took my time and enjoyed stroking Henry's cock slowly as my fingers wrapped around his thick base. The weight in my hand was intoxicating and made me even more horny for whats to come.

I leaned forward, taking in his scent once again, as I continued to stroke him. Focusing my hand on his thick base, I slowly moved my palm up and down his length,enjoying the the weight of him in my hand and the smell of light night sweats and precum.

After a while, his thighs flexed beneath my touch, and I looked up to see if he was still asleep. He wasn't. In fact, he was looking down at me with half-lidded eyes. His gaze was heavy and lustful, and his lips were parted in a sensual smile. "Dylan," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Go on, it feels great."

I smiled back at him, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my body as I continued to stroke his cock. "I'm not going to stop, Henry," I assured him, leaning in closer as I watched his hands move up behind his head, fingers intertwined. His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, and I could feel the anticipation radiating from him.

I slid my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his thick base again, and then back up to his tip. The movement was slow and deliberate, my skin sliding against his velvety smooth skin.

"You feel so good," I whispered, my voice husky. "So big, so hard."

Henry groaned, arching his back slightly as I continued to stroke him. His cock twitched again in my grasp, and another bead of pre-cum oozed out of the tip. "That's it, Henry," I murmured, leaning in closer to lap at the salty droplet before it could fall.

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his lust-filled gaze. His expression was a mix of desire and gratitude, and it was clear that he was loving every moment of this. As my tongue darted out to catch the bead of pre-cum, I made sure to do it slowly, teasing him just a little bit more.

His hips jerked slightly forward as he felt my hot breath against his skin. His cock twitched in my hand, and thef pre-cum began to ooze from the tip.

I couldn't help but smile up at him as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his smooth, hard skin."I love how big you are," I whispered, running my gaze up and down Henry's chest, over the defined muscles in his abdomen, and finally back up to meet his intense eyes.

His biceps bulged beside his head, and I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

He could be so powerful, with his muscular build and commanding presence, but everyone who knew him knew that beneath that big exterior was a gentle man. It turnes me on, to know that someone who could easily lift me with one hand is all mine to touch, all mine to play with.

His massive biceps was still bulging beside his head, his abs tensing just inches away from my face as he was waiting for my next move.

I opened my mouth wide, taking the head of his cock in, and then slowly started to slide my lips down the length of his shaft.

I didn't forgot how big he was, how could I? Something as simple as his cock filling my mouth, stretching my jaw, made me ache with need. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth, pressing against the entrance of my throat, and I wanted nothing more than to take every inch of him. As I bobbed my head up and down his length, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh beneath the head of his cock, I moaned around him.

"Dylan. You're so good at this," Henry groaned, his big hands sliding down, gripping the bedsheets beside my head. I could feel his thighs tensing beneath me, his muscles bunching and flexing as I continued to stroke him. One hand holding his base, while my head worked over the tip, taking him as deep as I could.

The taste of his cock filled my mouth as I continued to stroke him, my tongue dancing against his sensitive flesh. His hips bucked upward, urging me to take him deeper, and even tho I would have loved to eagerly obliged, taking much more of his thick shaft into my mouth wasn't an option. Not without more training.

I noticed his grip on the sheets tighten, his muscles tensing and straining as I sucked him deeper, my mouth working over his cock.

My gaze drifted up, taking in the sight of this massive man lying in front of me. His powerful arms were tense, the thick cords of muscle standing out as he struggled to remain still.

His eyes were closed, and it was not hard to see, that he was holding back, restraining himself from touching me, from taking control of the situation and using my head with those massive hands.

I decided to do my duty here and increased the pace of my strokes, sucking harder on his cock while my free hand continued to stroke his wide base. My fingers slid in the pool of pre-cum-spit mixture that was already leaking from my mouth, making the feeling even more intense for both of us.

He let out a loud moan in response, his hips jerking upwards, his thick shaft pressing deeper into my throat as the first hot jet of his cum filled my mouth.

I felt the force of it, the warmth on my tongue, and my body responded instinctively, swallowing as much as I could.

His hips started thrusting up, trying to bury his cock deeper, but I knew better than to try again and pulled back as well. However, his cock didn't stop twitching as more and more of his cum filled my mouth and ran down my throat.

My hand worked feverishly, stroking his thick shaft as he pumped his cum into me. I moaned around his cock, swallowing every drop he offered, and then lapped at the remains on his shaft. He tasted so good.

Finally, Henrty's body seemed to relax again, the muscles in his legs and arms slowly loosening as the last of his orgasm left his body. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, his chest rising and falling in time with each breath. I felt the head of his cock slip from between my lips, the taste of him coating my tongue and the back of my throat. His hips slowed as he catched his breath.

"Dylan," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, "We have to repeat that." His voice was a husky growl, and I could see the desire still burning in his gaze. "Waking up to your mouth around my cock was... amazing. I didn't know it would be so exciting to wake up with my cock in someones mouth. Especially my sweet younger brother’s mouth…”

He trailed off, watching me intently, and I could feel a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His cock was still hard in my hand as I looked up at him, meeting his gaze without a hint of shame or embarrassment.

"Don't worry, big bro," I said, standing up. "I don't mind repeating it."

My eyes laid on my big brother, his body stretched out before me, his muscles glistening with sweat. His face relaxed into a satisfied smile as he gazed up at me, his eyes sparkling with desire. His hard cock laid on his abs, still wet from where I had just sucked him off.

"By the way, Henry," I said, straightening myt-shirt, "breakfast is ready and dad is almost done and about to head out for the repairs. We should probably go downstairs soon."

He let out a deep breath, his gaze still fixed on my mouth. "Yeah, sure. Just give me a moment to... compose myself." His hand reached down to pull his boxers up, making sure his cock was back under wraps.

I smiled, watching him. "Take your time." I moved around the bed, giving him some space, and walked over to the window,opening the curtains.

The morning sun streamed through the glass, casting a warm glow over the room. I gazed out for a moment, but then I heard a knock, followed by my father stepping into the room.

"What takes you two so long?" Dad asked, glancing from me to Henry. He didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, which was a relief. "I'm about to head out. You boys better hurry up."

Henry chuckled and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Yeah, we're coming."

I nodded, still slightly shocked, knowing that my father could have caught us if he had gotten here just a few moments earlier.

"It took me a while to get Henry to wake up this morning," I explained to my dad as he frowned, giving us both a questioning look. "Let's go out so Henry can finally get dressed and come downstairs."