I realized that I always write in "cheating" theme so I wanted to make a special story for Connor and Jack. Even though they love each other a lot... they are just horny, that's it. So, I wanted to write a story. This story has armpit fetish and... maaybe incest? Not really, but maybe it can be counted as incest. Just read it and you'll see. Normally I don't continue my stories, but I might make a part 2-3 for this, or just make them another story.
I grabbed Lucas’s phone off the coffee table, ready to take it to his room when a notification lit up the screen. *Louis: “Can’t stop thinking about last night. Want my cock again?”* My thumb twitched, curiosity burning. I swiped. A dick pic filled the display—a thick, cut shaft, flushed pink, curved upward with a droplet of precum beading at the slit. My mouth went dry. Eighteen, hairless, eager—my brother’s classmate had a serious cock on him. I brought the phone upstairs, knocked, handed it to Lucas without meeting his eyes. “Left it downstairs.” He stammered a thanks, cheeks red. I leaned against the doorframe. “Parents are gone for a week. Wanna do a movie night? I’m calling Jack. Maybe invite Louis?” Lucas blinked, then grinned nervously. “Yeah… okay. I’ll text him.” That evening, the house smelled like popcorn and anticipation. I scrubbed the living room while Lucas went out for snacks, leaving me alone with the thrum of what might happen. Jack arrived first, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders and thick beard, his hairy forearms straining the sleeves of his flannel. He pulled me into a kiss, rough and possessive. “Where’s the little bro?” “Getting snacks. He’s got a thing going with his classmate, Louis. So we gotta behave tonight.” I smirked. Jack laughed, low and dark. “Behave? Fuck that. You owe me a blowjob before they get here.” I dropped to my knees right there, unbuckling his jeans. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, nestling in a wild tangle of dark pubic hair. I licked the shaft from base to tip, tasting salt and musk. He groaned, fingers threading through my hair. “Yeah, suck it, baby. Take it deep.” I bobbed, slurping, letting his pre-cum coat my tongue. My own dick strained against my shorts. I had him halfway down my throat when I heard the front door click. Lucas’s voice. “I’m back!” I pulled off, panting. Jack’s cock stood wet and angry. “Later,” I whispered. “I promise.” He tucked himself away, grumbling, but his eyes said *you’ll pay for that.* Louis arrived a few minutes later—a slim, hairless twink with big brown eyes and a nervous smile. He looked at Lucas like he was fucking oxygen. I shook his hand, feeling a jolt. This was the kid who’d sent that dick pic. Jack raised an eyebrow, and I saw him check Louis out—the slender frame, the bubble ass in tight jeans. I knew that look. Jack was picturing ripping those jeans down and burying his face in that tight hole. We settled on the couch. Horror movie. Lights off. Only the TV flickered, casting blue shadows. On my right, Lucas pressed close to Louis; on my left, Jack’s warm bulk. I felt Jack relax, head lolling back, eyes drifting closed. Boredom crept in. I wanted to play. Through the hole in Jack’s shorts, I slipped my hand in. His dick was soft, buried in that fur. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, stroked gently. It grew in my grip, thickening, hardening. Jack twitched, eyes snapping open. He looked down at me, shock flickering, then I pressed a finger to my lips. *Shhh.* I kept jerking him slow, no sound, just the slick slide of foreskin over glans. I glanced sideways. Lucas was sprawled across Louis’s lap. Louis’s hand rested on Lucas’s ass, fingers kneading the short. My cock throbbed. I grabbed Jack’s hand, guided it under my own shorts. He grunted, understanding, and his thick fingers found my hole, slick with sweat. He pushed a finger in—dry, just the tip. I bit my lip. He worked it deeper while I kept stroking him. A bright scene flashed on screen—a lightning bolt across a dark sky. In that moment, I saw Louis’s shorts. The crotch was dark, wet. Like someone had licked right over his cock, leaving a glistening patch. He was hard, tenting the fabric. Lucas’s head moved lower, mouth disappearing over that wet spot. I groaned silently, jacking Jack faster. His finger slid in to the second knuckle. I wanted to see more. Wanted to hear Louis gasp. But the movie flickered, dark again, and we were all lost in our own little secrets.
Jack's fingers curled inside me, knuckles pressing deep, stretching my hole with a wet, slick urgency. My own hand had frozen on his cock—I couldn't look away from the dark silhouette on the other side of the couch. Louis' shorts were drenched now, a dark patch spreading, and Lucas' mouth was right there, hovering, tongue tracing the fabric. Soft music filled the silence. Louis leaned into Lucas' ear, whispered something I couldn't catch. But I saw Lucas' hand move faster, jerking the bulge under that wet fabric. A sharp intake of breath. Then Louis' fingers fumbled at his waistband, tugging his shorts down just an inch—just enough for the head of his cock to pop free, glistening in the dim light from the hallway. Pre-cum beaded at the slit. Lucas' mouth descended. Louis gasped—a choked, broken sound—and then his body tensed. Thick ropes of cum spilled across his cockhead, and Lucas' lips wrapped around it, sucking, swallowing, his throat working as he took every drop. I could hear the wet gulps. The tiny moans. Jack's finger slid out of me. We both held our breath. I nudged Jack, tilted my head toward the couch back. *Play dead.* We slumped together, eyes half-lidded, breathing slow. I heard Louis whisper, "I'm gonna destroy that ass tonight." Lucas giggled, breathless. "You think I'm gonna let you off easy? I'm gonna wreck yours too." The TV clicked off. Footsteps padded toward the stairs. A door creaked open, then shut. I poked Jack hard in the ribs. He grunted, sitting up. "Fuck. Wish I could watch that." I grinned, heart hammering. "We can." We crept upstairs, silent as shadows. The hallway light was off, but a sliver of yellow glowed under Lucas' door. Jack dropped to his knees, pressed his eye to the keyhole. His breath hitched. "What do you see?" I whispered. "Lucas is on his knees. Louis is standing over him, cock out, slapping it against Lucas' cheek." Jack's voice was thick, strained. "Fuck—Lucas' tongue is out, catching the pre-cum." I didn't need to see. I dropped to my knees beside him, tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free, already hard, veiny and slick with my spit from earlier. I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head as he watched, his hips twitching. He gripped my hair. "Yeah, suck that cock while I watch your brother get his." Minutes passed. Wet sounds leaked through the door—slurping, moaning, the slap of skin. Jack's breathing grew ragged. He pulled away from the keyhole, chest heaving. "I can't see shit anymore," he growled. "But hearing it... I need to fuck you." He grabbed my wrist, pulled me up, and led me back down the stairs. We collapsed onto the living room couch, the same spot where Lucas had swallowed Louis' cum just minutes ago. Jack flopped onto his back, spread his legs wide, and hooked his arms behind his head, exposing the full glory of his hairy pits—dark, damp, musky. "But first," he commanded, voice low and gravelly, "worship me." I crawled over him, inhaling the scent of his sweat, his musk. I buried my face in his pit, tongue dragging across the coarse hair, tasting salt and heat. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me deeper. "You love that, don't you?" he rasped. "Smelling your man." I nodded, mouth full of his hair and skin. His other hand guided my head down his chest, past his navel, through the thicket of curls, until my lips brushed his cockhead. I licked the slit, tasted pre-cum. "Fuck, yeah," he breathed. "Now ride me." But I didn't climb on. Not yet. I kept licking, tasting, breathing him in, savoring the moment before the storm.
I pressed my nose deeper into Jack's armpit, inhaling the thick, musky scent of his sweat. The coarse hair tickled my nostrils as I breathed him in, my hand wrapped around his thick, veiny cock, stroking slowly. He groaned above me, his hips twitching into my grip. "You like that, baby?" he rasped. "Smelling your man's pits while you play with his dick?" I nodded, my tongue darting out to drag across the damp hair. Salt and musk exploded on my taste buds, and I moaned against his skin, jerking him faster. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me down his chest. I knew where he wanted me. I licked a trail down his sternum, through the thicket of dark curls, until I reached his nipples. They were hard, pebbled nubs hidden beneath a layer of hair. I circled one with my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth. Jack gasped, his back arching off the couch. "Fuck, yeah," he growled. "Suck on those, baby." I alternated between them, licking, nibbling, sucking, while my hand kept up its rhythm on his dick. His moans grew deeper, more desperate, his chest heaving beneath my mouth. Pre-cum leaked from his slit, slicking my fingers. "Enough," he grunted, shoving my face downward. "You like smelling me that much? Smell the real man parts." He pushed my head into his crotch, burying my face in his hairy balls. The scent was overwhelming—thick, musky, purely masculine. I inhaled deeply, my tongue darting out to lick the wrinkled skin. He groaned, grinding his sack against my face, his heavy balls covering my nose and mouth. I couldn't see anything. Just the dark, hairy weight of his nuts pressing against me, smothering me in the best way. I licked and sniffed, my tongue tracing the contours of each testicle, while he moaned above me. "That's it," he growled, laughter lacing his voice. "Breathe me in, baby. Taste your man." He grinded harder, rubbing his balls all over my face, and I opened my mouth, sucking one of them inside. He hissed, his hips bucking. I sucked gently, then released it, licking the other. "Now my turn, my love." With a quick, powerful move, Jack flipped us. I found myself on my back, him looming above me, his thick cock dangling inches from my face. He yanked my shorts down, exposing my hard, slick cock. Then he spat on my hole, the warm saliva hitting my tight entrance. "Tight as always," he muttered, pressing a finger inside. I gasped as he pushed in, my hole clenching around his digit. He worked it in and out, stretching me, preparing me. At the same time, he lowered his mouth to my cock, taking the head between his lips. "Fuck!" I cried out as he sucked, his tongue swirling around the head while his finger pumped my hole. He added a second finger, scissoring them, opening me up. I moaned around his cock, which I had taken back into my mouth. He thrust into my throat as he sucked me, his fingers working my hole with practiced precision. My whole body trembled. The sensations were overwhelming—his thick cock sliding down my throat, his mouth hot on my shaft, his fingers stretching my ass. I was drowning in pleasure. His fingers became three, stretching me wide. I whimpered around his dick, my toes curling. "Now I'll fuck you," he announced, pulling his fingers out. "Sit on my cock." I scrambled up, positioning myself over his lap. His cock stood at attention, thick and veiny, pre-cum glistening at the slit. I lowered myself slowly, the head pressing against my hole. "Easy, baby," he whispered, his hands on my hips. "Take it slow." I sank down, inch by inch, my tight hole stretching around his girth. We both groaned as he filled me completely, his balls resting against my ass. Then he leaned forward, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled as we found a rhythm, him thrusting up into me while I rocked my hips. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and the wet slap of skin. "You feel so good," I breathed against his lips. "You too, baby," he growled, kissing me harder. "So tight. So perfect." We fucked like that, slow and deep, lost in each other. But then I felt a surge of need, a dark desire. "Jack," I whispered. "Choke me." A wicked grin spread across his face. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to cut off my air. Then he started fucking me hard, slamming into me with brutal, relentless thrusts. I gasped, my vision swimming, my cock twitching wildly. The pleasure was excruciating, building and building until I couldn't hold back. I came, hard, ropes of cum splattering across his chest and stomach. He didn't stop. He kept fucking me, his hand still tight on my throat. "Who ordered you to cum?" he snarled, slapping my face. I whimpered, still riding out my orgasm as he continued to pound into me. He pulled out, spat on my face, the saliva dripping down my cheek. "Clean my body." I nodded, dazed, and leaned forward, my tongue dragging across his cum-covered chest. I licked every drop, tasting myself on his skin, while he watched with hungry eyes.
I licked another stripe across Jack's chest, my tongue dragging through the sticky mess of my own cum. The salty, bitter taste flooded my mouth as I swallowed, my lips pressing against his skin, cleaning every drop. But Jack wasn't done with me. His hands gripped my hips, lifting and slamming me back down onto his cock. The angle shifted, his thick shaft hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I gasped against his chest, my tongue freezing mid-lick as he fucked into me harder, rougher. "Keep licking," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Don't you fucking stop." I obeyed, my tongue dragging across his skin, but my focus shattered with every brutal thrust. His hips pistoned upward, driving his cock deeper, stretching my hole wide open. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene. My own cock, still sensitive from my orgasm, twitched against his stomach. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, smearing across his hairy belly. I was getting hard again, the relentless pounding reigniting the fire in my veins. Jack's hand shot up, grabbing a fistful of my hair. He yanked my head back, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were dark, animalistic, burning with possessive hunger. "You're mine," he snarled, and then his mouth crashed onto mine. The kiss was brutal, desperate. His tongue shoved past my lips, tasting myself on my tongue. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, his hips never slowing, never stopping. He was claiming me, branding me from the inside out. "I'm gonna breed you," he whispered against my lips. "Fill you up so full, you'll feel me for days." I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes, Jack. Please. Breed me." He roared, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain. His thrusts became erratic, sloppy, his cock swelling inside me. I knew that feeling. I knew what was coming. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his forehead pressing against mine. "Take it all, baby. Take every fucking drop." His body went rigid, and then I felt it—hot, thick ropes of cum flooding my hole. He pumped into me, again and again, filling me to the brim. I felt his seed spreading inside me, warm and wet, dripping down my thighs as he continued to thrust, milking every last drop. "Fuck," I breathed, my body trembling as he finally stilled. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the couch. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath hot against my neck. We lay there, tangled and sweaty, his softening cock still buried inside me. I didn't want him to pull out. I wanted to stay like this forever, filled with him, claimed by him. But eventually, he shifted, sliding out of me with a wet sound. I whimpered at the loss, feeling his cum trickle out of my hole. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Stay here," he murmured, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch. He pulled it over us, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me close. I nestled into his chest, my cheek resting on his hairy pecs. But even as I settled down, I felt it—my cock, still hard, pressing against his thigh. Jack noticed too. He chuckled, his fingers trailing down my stomach, reaching between my legs. "Still horny, baby?" I nodded, my face heating up. "I can't help it. You made me this way." His fingers found my hole, still slick with his cum. He pressed two fingers inside, and I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand. The sensation was overwhelming—his fingers sliding through his own seed, stretching me open. "Feel that?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "That's me inside you. Even now, you're full of me." He fingered me slowly, his thumb pressing against my perineum, while his other hand wrapped around my cock. I moaned, my head falling back as he worked me, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot again. "Jack," I whimpered. "I'm gonna—" "Not yet," he growled, but his hand moved faster, his fingers pumping my hole in rhythm with his strokes on my cock. Then he leaned down, his tongue dragging across my neck. He licked the sweat from my skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh. I moaned louder, my body trembling on the edge of release. "Cum for me, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Cum for your man." That was all it took. My body arched off the couch as I came, hot spurts of cum splattering across my stomach and chest. I cried out his name, my hole clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He held me through it, his fingers still inside me, his lips pressing soft kisses to my neck. When I finally stilled, he pulled his hand out, wiping it on the blanket. "Good boy," he murmured, pulling me closer. I melted into his arms, my body exhausted, my mind foggy with satisfaction. He wrapped the blanket around us, his hand resting on my hip. We lay there, tangled together, his cum still leaking from my hole, our bodies slick with sweat and sex. I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you too, baby," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other, the warmth of the blanket cocooning us. The room was silent except for our breathing, the horror movie long forgotten, the world outside ceased to exist. When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the curtains. I blinked, disoriented, feeling the weight of Jack's arm draped across my waist. The blanket had slipped down, exposing our naked bodies to the morning air. I looked down at myself—cum stains on my stomach, Jack's dried seed crusting on my thighs. We were a mess. And we'd forgotten to put on our clothes. I smiled, snuggling deeper into Jack's chest. His arms tightened around me, a low rumble of contentment vibrating through his body. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. "Morning," I replied, pressing a kiss to his chest.
To be honest, I'm thinking about making both Connor and Jack top Louis, but it won't be a threesome. I don't want to include Connor and Jack in a threesome yet, but I have a plan for Connor's threesome. My "Family Time with My Twin Brothers" story might be a small sneakpeak.
