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1. A Normal Afternoon with My Brother
Dean dives into my hole while I lie on my stomach, spread-eagled on the floor.
“Easy…” I complain, trying to focus on my video game.
“Come on, lil’ bro. I couldn’t even jerk off yesterday,” he says through heavy breaths in my ear, “Work was a bitch."
“Ah, fine. Just don’t spill. Daddy said he’ll lock our dicks up if he finds even one spot outside the bed,” I sigh and give in.
I hike my ass up higher and get into a doggy position with my legs bent to arch my back and my arms in front of me holding the controller. Dean was never the most careful when fucking, and I had to pull my weight when I’m with him or else we’d both have a bad time.
“Thanks a million, Sammy,” he says, kissing my shoulder and slobbering all over it.
“Whatever, just finish quickly,” I say, trying to get back into my Street Fighter match while my big brother ruts into me like a dog in heat.
It isn’t like this is unusual. Dean always stops thinking properly once he gets horny. There was that one time we were on a date at a bar, and he got so hammered, he pulled me into the bathroom for a quick suck and fuck. I try to brush him off most of the time, but I always end up giving in when he gives me those desperate looks, begging to help him cum. It’s not like I hate it that much anyways, seeing as he rewards me with a nice, fresh load in my ass or belly. It’s just that he forgets everything else when all the blood rushes to his boner.
This time is no different. Once Dean got home from his work at the gym, he immediately found me on the living room floor, naked (as was the norm in our house) and playing on my PS4, and proceeded to undress, then mount me with a simple ‘Hey’. Needless to say, I tried to push him off at first, not wanting to stop my game, but he insisted, rubbing his cock between my cheeks and biting and licking at my ears, and I finally let him. My dick is flattened against the floor with his weight on me, sticking out from behind and between my ass cheeks in a painfully pleasurable position.
Once I gave the ok, Dean wasted no time. His big, sweaty body quickly covers me, and he spits in his hand a few times before lubing his cock with it and trying to plunge it to the hilt in one go. My hole wasn’t loose, a product of my special exercises despite the constant dicking it gets, but it was still used enough to allow him entry without hurting either of us.
“Oh, fuck. Nothing beats your insides, Sammy,” he says, planting two muscled, firm arms on either side of me.
Due to his work at the gym, Dean is smoothly sculpted. His muscles are finely tuned and ready to power through most physical activities, and sex was no exception. His strong, lean muscles pulse underneath his smooth skin, his whole body a perfect picture of a Greek statue at 5’11’’. Coupled with his golden brown eyes and effortlessly elegant messy hair, he easily attracts anything on two feet. He might not have the fucking expertise of Daddy, but he sure knows how to work up a sweat. It was like he was making you work out alongside him, so that by the time you both came, it felt well-earned.
I, on the other hand, am more soft-looking. My white, taut skin as completely hairless, and my ass and legs are rather big. It’s in part due to Dean’s efforts with me at the gym, which I always appreciate. I have some muscle underneath, but I kept the aspects of me that the tops of the house liked. They enjoyed my body, and I loved the attention.
“Ahh… AHHH…” Dean yells above me, his thrusts going out of control as pleasure takes over his body with his approaching orgasm.
Every thrust of his pushes me forward, causing me to mess up my game, so I reluctantly give up and exit the match, letting go of the controller and laying my head on the floor, waiting for my brother to finish. He, on the other hand, is getting his much-needed release. His sweat is dripping on my back, and his hands are tightly holding my hips, angling better for his relentless battering.
At that point, my own cock betrays my arousal, my body basking in the rough handling of my impatient older brother as he races to get his nut.
“AHH… FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…” He yells desperately, his whole body seizing up as his ramming cock shot a 2-day load into my accepting hole. The ring of my hole tingled in tandem with his throbbing cock, each shot vibrating it and making it itch for something.
I stayed silent as his breathing slowly wound down, ultimately collapsing on top of me, cock still buried to the base. I clench myself around him, fearing any spillage and wishing I’d just blown him.
“GET. OFF.” I said as I elbowed him when he didn’t move after a couple of minutes, “You stink!”
“Just a second,” He replied with a whisper, his eyes closed and face resting on my shoulder, still getting his breath back.
“No. Then you’ll want another round, and you already shouldn’t have had this one since we got tonight on the menu,” I urge him, driving my elbow deeper into his abs, “Get off!”
“Ouch… Okay, okay, jeez,” He jumped off at once, stretching his body to get any cramping out, “Someone’s in a pissy mood today.”
“That was a ranked match, you bastard,” I complain at my lost game.
“I’ll help you get your rank back up later,” he tried to send a peace offering.
“You suck, keep your help to yourself,” I send the useless peace offering back.
“You say that, but your cock’s leaking precum.”
He’s right, much to my annoyance.
He flexes his muscles and groans at me, a meathead display of power, and I roll my eyes and get up. My hole is clenched tight, the wetness tricking me into thinking Dean’s load is spilling, but we’ve done this so many times that I now know better.
SLAPPP
Dean’s hand zings my ass, making me jump.
“Seriously, stop,” I rub my ass in pain, “Unless you wanna spend the next week locked again.”
“I can’t help it,” he says, putting me in a headlock and rubbing my head with his knuckles, “Your ass calls to me whenever I see it, Sammy. It deserves to be spanked!”
My head burns, and I instinctively reach for his balls, hanging low below his spent dick, which glistens in the cum it produced in my ass. I tug with intent.
“AW.. AW.. Okay, okay…” He gives up his attack right away, steals a kiss from my scowly face against my attempt to evade him, and scurries away, probably to take a shower.
“And make sure you don’t drip cum on the floor!” I call after him.
I ought to rein him in more, but I can’t for the life of me say no to him.
2. How Dad helps his son
As I get up to the second floor to clean myself and get rid of Dean’s cum, I pass by Dad and Daddy’s room, but only one is in. Unlike Daddy, Dad always turned the A.C. on full blast so that the cold current would hit anyone passing by.
“Sam, is that you?” His voice calls to me from inside, and I turn around.
“Yeah, Dad. What’s up?” I ask, standing in the doorway.
Dad is sitting with his back to the headboard, a couple of pillows in between. His legs are lazily extended in front of him, and he has his laptop on its bed tray table, typing away. I know I’m biased, saying this about my own biological Dad, but he’s one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen. His body was big. Not fat, but full in all the right places. While not built like Dean or Daddy, he had a certain solid feeling to him, from his thick limbs to his wide hips. You could also see it in his plump ass and cock, which, while not long at 6’’, was certainly thick. The thickest in the house actually. All that, coupled with the soft dusting of fuzz all over his body, made him a delight to simply look at.
“I heard you boys getting rowdy downstairs. Everything alright?” He says, pushing his round glasses up to see me properly.
“Yeah, Dean just got a quick nut out in my ass, and I was telling him to watch the mess.”
“Hahahahahaha. Don’t want to make Daddy angry, ha?” He laughs.
“More like I don’t want to be locked again. Last time was pure torture,” I say, shivering as I remember the last time Daddy put his foot down.
“You make him sound so terrifying. Plus, wasn’t that the first time you came only from getting fucked? I remember you enjoying it a lot.”
“Please…” I wave away his statements, remembering the pleasure at the end of that locked phase and how I couldn’t walk properly for hours after.
“Hahahahah,” Dad laughs some more before continuing, “Well, don’t just stand there. Come. Lay down.”
“But the cum…” I point at my ass.
“It’s okay. Dad’ll take care of it. Come here,” Dad says, patting the empty space next to him.
Seeing no reason to refuse, I stroll over to the king-sized bed and get on, the cold touch of the sheets soothing against my hot skin.
Dad sets his laptop and its table aside, motioning with his body for me to come close. I follow his instructions, getting into doggy position again, clenching my hole harder now that I am parting my legs. It’s much easier to get in the mood on bed, with Dad gently leading me. He’s always been a very kind soul, even in sex.
The A.C.’s cold air does nothing to prepare me for Dad’s wet, eager tongue as he gets behind me. I moan lewdly despite myself. A learned habit ingrained into my body from sex so constant it became part of everyday chores. Relaxing my body and hole, I let my Dad do his thing.
“Was Dean too rough with you?” He asks, fully knowing Dean would never hurt me knowingly.
“No, nothing over the top,” I assure him, letting my head rest and focusing on the sensations happening on my behind.
Dad starts off kissing my cheeks, leaving light pecks on the trained, round globes while squeezing them on each side with his hand. It’s always nice to feel Dad pamper me, his lips carefully picking the spots to plant a quick kiss. His beard also tickles me, not too long to be messy and not too short to be sandpaper. It’s a pleasant sensation, and even more pleasant thought to imagine Dad’s big papa bear body crouched behind me, focusing all his size onto treating my hole.
His fingers take hold of my cheeks more assertively and start to part them, and I feel my hole getting exposed to the cold air, making it contract on reflex. Dean’s cum is pretty deep, a combination of his aggressive fucking, his 8’’ dick, and my own talent at retaining cum inside me. That’s why my hole is almost dry, save for some stickiness from when Dean exited me and left a small trace of himself.
All that doesn’t mean anything to Dad though. He lets my ass relax for a bit too long, something that’d make me ask what’s wrong had I not been used to Dad’s methods. He always liked to feast his eyes before feasting on us, and I liked it. It gave me a feeling of anticipation.
“My boy’s a peach,” he says wholeheartedly before finally diving in.
I moan again, this time with a certain satisfaction as I feel him give a wide lick to everything between my cheeks. Asshole, taint, and all. Right after, he resumes giving me pecks on and around my hole, pausing in between to trace the ridges of my tight ass lips and hole. Once everything’s warmed up from his kisses, he starts getting really into it, munching and biting, gently sucking on my skin like he’s trying to leave me hickeys there. My ass melts with pleasure, pushing into him on instinct, chasing that high lavish of his. He focuses on my hole, making out with it passionately, probing it with his tongue and sucking on it, coaxing Dean’s load out of hiding.
“You’re the best, Dad!” I can’t help but tell him what everyone in the house knows. That John Colt was the best ass eater in the world.
“I’m only good cause you guys have asses worth eating properly,” he laughs again, his voice warm and comforting.
Resuming his rimming, Dad’s tongue starts going deeper, pushing past my entrance ring and exploring around, bending in every direction to reach all the hidden folds. Any force in my body dissipates with the pleasure taking over, making me practically dough in Dad’s hand. He uses that to his advantage, really tasting me as my ass splits open with no resistance.
“Come on, baby. Let go of your brother’s cum. You’ve done a good job holding it for him,” he talks to my hole in a hushed tone, and works it some more, forcing it to respond.
I can only take so much before I start squirting Dean’s cum. It barely comes out at first, with tiny droplets getting licked up instantly by Dad before they trickle down, then shoots out in a spurt, with Dad firmly planting his mouth on my hole, getting it right from the source.
“Ahhh…” I moan quietly into the sheets, savoring the sensation of sweet release and hot flesh around my rear entrance.
“That’s it! Good boy, Sammy!” Dad exclaims happily, swallowing any evidence of Dean’s orgasm with sublime satisfaction. “Better than letting it go to waste, in my opinion.”
We remain like that for a second, Dad vehemently licking and cleaning the remains of my ass spurts, before he rubs my cheeks and wipes the remnants of his spit off my hole lovingly in a way signaling the end of his session, like a mom wiping chocolate off her kid’s mouth.
“Can’t have all the fun right now. It’s Friday night after all,” he tells me as we get comfortable on the bed, reminding me of tonight’s promised activities.
He goes back to how he was sitting while I insert myself into his lap, my head laying there gently between his meaty, fuzzy thighs with his dick resting to the side and my body sprawled to the front, a smooth contrast to him.
Looking up, I take in Dad’s soft features. His round glasses, hanging from his slightly flat nose, perfectly fit his full face, giving him a cute, mellow look. He has captivating golden brown eyes, ones that Dean and I inherited from him. Mine are a touch lighter, while Dean’s are darker. Dean also inherited his fuzzy body hair, which he wore proudly before, and only recently started shaving until silky smooth to please Daddy. As for me, I was the one who got Dad’s adorable facial features and cute complexion, a fact I took pride in.
“You excited for tonight, Son?” Dad swipes away tufts of my hair, caressing my head.
“Very,” I say, and raise my hand to take his flaccid, thick cock that’s resting next to my cheek, “I even cleaned myself already.”
“That early!” Dad pushes up his glasses and resumes caressing my head, “I’m always happy to see you guys are still satisfied with our arrangement. I worry we might be taking advantage of you guys,” he says with a wistful tone.
“We’re all adults, Dad,” I assure him while I absentmindedly play with his cock, “You’re the only one who’s still carrying some guilt over the whole thing.”
“A Dad worries, Sammy,” Dad smiles at me kindly, “I just like to make sure.”
“Meanwhile, Dean is busy making sure he’s cumming every possible waking hour,” I sigh at the disparity in thought between Dad and Son.
Dad laughs at my remark. “Don’t be hard on your brother. He’s just making up for lost time.”
“Yeah, sure,” I agree unconvincingly, even though I agree deep down.
We lay there for a bit, Dad happily observing my face while I lazily play with his cock. It’s something best done with him after all. Dean is too restless to just let me do it, and Daddy is busy most of the time to lounge around like this. In a sense, it became my special time with Dad. Squeezing hard then loosening my grip, turning it around like a joy stick, jerking it, rubbing my thumb along the soft belly of the enormous head. It was just a fun activity.
“Do you think Daddy will be home late?” I ask him suddenly.
“Can’t wait?” He asks with a smile.
“Well, Dean rubbed my insides really well, and you relaxed my hole, so now it’s just missing a big dick right now,” I tell him, feeling my hole twitch.
“Nobody will stop you if you wanna jerk off or try to get it on now, but I know you like saving yourself for good sessions, so…” he pauses his hands and looks at me, “how about you nurse on Dad’s tits to take your minds off things?”
I chuckle. “Good idea, actually. Can I, Dad?”
“Of course, Son. I’m always happy to provide.”
I pick myself up and sit sideways in Dad’s lap. He places some of the pillows behind my back to help my balance, and my hand goes over his hairy, full chest, savoring the soft touch before lowering my head and diving in.
Dad lets loose a single moan when my lips latch onto his dark nipple. I close my eyes and start licking and sucking, playing with his cock and relaxing in his warm embrace. Dad’s hand keeps caressing me while the other one picks up his phone as he starts scrolling through it while I enjoy his meaty chest.
It’s another one of our special activities, but it’s one I have to be in the right headspace for. It’s comforting and very enjoyable, even if no milk comes out no matter how try. At least, no milk will come out of THIS faucet.
3. Daddy’s home
I nurse on Dad’s nipple for a bit, switching to the other one midway to make sure Dad doesn’t feel off. Once I’ve had enough, I let go, leaving it shiny and slick with my sweat, and nuzzle into Dad’s shoulder while he hugs me and continues working on his phone.
Our quiet moment is interrupted by the unmistakable sound of the main door opening, then slamming shut. My whole body perks up, and Dad laughs at my reaction.
“Go. Go.”
Dad doesn’t need to encourage me as I give him a quick kiss on the mouth and a thank you before jumping off the bed and going down to greet Daddy.
I sense him before I see him, his massive frame and muscled body making its presence known just by being there. I catch him in front of the door, having just took off his shoes.
Naturally, I throw my arms around him and hug him tightly. He reciprocates, throwing his work bag to the side.
“Hello, champ,” He says, his big, thick arms palming my ass and pulling me up to him.
“Hey, Daddy,” I say, taking in his smell, the sweat and musk of a long day’s work.
I pull away and give him a full kiss on the lips. He keeps his hands on my ass and kisses me back, more forcefully, like he’s marking his territory. I let him take control, completely at the mercy of his tongue.
“Are Dad and Dean home?” He asks me once we uncouple.
“Aha,” I nod and walk with him inside, “Dad’s working upstairs and Dean is taking a shower right now.”
“And what were you doing?”
“Just now? Playing with Dad. Dean got a nut in me this afternoon, though,” I tell him, then immediately follow up, “No spills though, don’t worry.”
“I’m not, I’m not,” he laughs and pats me on the back, “I know you boys are responsible. Well, you’re responsible for Dean, at least.”
I smile with a satisfied grin as I hug his arm and lean into him, happy with the recognition. His black leather jacket is warm to the touch, having that comfortable, worn smell. It might have been seen as a bit too stand off-ish has it not complimented his light blue dress shirt and black pants perfectly.
“Sam, would you be a lamb and fetch me a beer while I check on your Dad and brother?” He says, loosening his tie with one hand.
“Sure, Daddy!”
He kisses the top of my head. “Thank you.”
I go to the fridge and get a cold beer from his pack which sits in the back solely for him, then go to the living room and turn on his favorite news channel and wait. I don’t have to wait long before he’s back, having took off his jacket and tie, and rolled up his sleeves, making his trained biceps strain against the tight fabric. The top two buttons of his shirt were also unbuttoned, and I found myself mesmerized by the sheer attractiveness of that tuft of salt and pepper hair peeking through.
“There you go, Daddy,” I hand him the beer and the remote controller as he sits down.
“Thanks, Sam. You’re a treasure.”
He lets out a huge sigh as he leans back in the couch and spread his legs comfortably, at which I joyfully kneel between his legs and start working his belt and zipper. When we first started doing this, Daddy had to teach me a lot of things on how to please a man, him specifically, properly. But thanks to his patience, he’s now comfortable leaving it all to me while he relaxes, which fills me with pride.
In no time, and with learned ease, I fish out Daddy’s cock and take a second to bask in its greatness. No matter how many times I see it, I’m always enchanted by it. From the solid, girthy 10’’ and the fat, spongy head, to the hairy, musky pubes and hypnotizing smell, there’s no way to stop being excited about it.
When it juts out from his crotch, bringing with it a strong, dense scent of sweat and body heat, I inhale deeply, nuzzling my head at its base, leading my nose down to the folds underneath his balls. I nudge them aside gently with my nose, still inhaling as much as I can, like a drowning man struggling for air. My breathing remains controlled, though. One of Daddy’s lessons was that too much eagerness leads to sloppiness, plus it ruins the mood of this specific setting. So I keep my moves calculated, paying attention whenever I rub the head across my face and eyes, or burrow myself between his thighs, trying to reach his taint and its deeper scent. Daddy never once looks down. He flips the channels randomly, sipping from his cold beer every now and then, while his cock slowly comes to life, expanding in my hold and covering my face. A sign of a job well done.
After I’m done with foreplay, I start slowly working my tongue around. First, I lick the base, swirling around it to taste his salty skin, then work my way up, licking in small moves, trying to savor the journey to the peak. Once there, I lovingly kiss the head, my lips coming together to tenderly meet the tip. Daddy adjusts his position, my move seemingly proving too much. I smile and continue, kissing around the mushroom head like it’s a melting ice-cream cone. It’s not long before I take the head in mouth, resting my lips at the line between his shaft and head. Closing my eyes and flicking its belly with my tongue, I let a sigh of content from my nose before starting to suckle. In the same way I nursed on Dad’s tits, I nurse on Daddy’s cock, this time knowing I’m sure to be fed.
Daddy takes another swig of his beer, obviously happy with the treatment, and wanting to keep him entertained, I move on to the next part of the routine. Letting go of the head, I trace my way down with my tongue, leaving shiny saliva behind me as I get back to his balls. I honestly prefer nuzzling Daddy’s big, heavy balls, but any activity with them is just as hot. Carefully, with trained moves, I take one of them in my mouth, letting it rest on my tongue, swirling it around, washing it in my mouth. I give it the attention it deserves the move to the other one, and then back, and then force. All this work pays off, and the heat from passionate treatment rises along Daddy’s cock and comes out as droplets of precum.
Seeing the first signs, I kiss his balls goodbye and come back up. Lapping expertly, I catch the droplets as they leak, savoring the silent taste of the clear liquid. I use my tongue at first, but switch to my lips after, coating them lightly in whatever fluid comes out. Taking a deep breath, I sneak a look at Daddy and find him still watching TV, with focused eyes but not because of the news. Salivating at my nearing reward, I start taking him fully, covering my teeth with my lips easily. Starting slow, I pace myself, trying not to choke or disturb him, and with sure, constant effort, I loosen my oral ring and drop to the base, a feat I keep perfecting everyday with my family. His pubes scratch my nose, and I get slightly high off the intense sensations of taste and smell coming from his giant tool, but nonetheless, I preserve, making my way back up with elegance.
Then comes the final stretch, with me bobbing up and down on his crotch, happily and hungrily, a mass of human nakedness resting at his fully clothed, unbothered crotch like I’m just part of the scenery. It feels natural and comforting, having him give me his cock with such casualness. But that casualness cannot last as his orgasm approaches, and Daddy finally moves, signaling its arrival. He grabs my head, careful yet firm, and drives me down to the root of his cock, knowing I can take it. He holds me there, and I do my best to milk his cock with my throat, massaging its enormous length with my inner muscles.
Daddy scowls but doesn’t say anything as he fights his impending release, determined to chase it as high as possible. But I’m good. Good enough for him to let out a groan as he shoots directly down my throat, feeding me his babies and planting them deep in my belly where they belong. I let him take over, letting my body go limp in the right places to give him the best release and allow his cum to run uninterrupted inside me, rewarding me with its salty, thick taste.
He finishes with a breath of relief and ruffles my hair, smiling. “That tastes good, Sam?”
I nod joyfully as best as I could with his cock still lodged deep in my throat, taking its time deflating in my warm embrace. He goes back to watching TV, and I wait for him to go fully soft before letting go and taking proper breaths, then immediately going back to work, cleaning and licking any remnant cum I might’ve missed. It’s only when all the cum spurting from his tip has been replaced with my spit that I finally lean back, supporting myself with my hands on the floor, and relax.
Without talking, I turn around and face the TV, still between his legs. His strong, heavy hand continues ruffling my hair, something he and Dad both know I love immensely, and we sit like that for some time, watching whatever comes on TV while he finishes off his beer.
4. How it all started
I only remember two things from my early childhood.
The first is how much Dean lied about Dad when I asked about him. His stories were always detailed and weirdly insightful, but over time, they stopped adding up. Dean would mix up details, repeat names, claim I forgot. Eventually, he started getting irritated when I asked questions, brushing me off or changing the subject. So I stopped asking.
The second thing I remember is how terrible I felt when Dean wasn’t around to tell me those stories. I remember crying a lot, begging for him, refusing to speak to anyone else until I saw him. The details of those days have faded from my mind, but the feelings remain vivid, even now.
We grew up under Mom’s care, though “care” is a generous word. She did the bare minimum: a roof over our heads, food on the table, clothes when we needed them. But emotionally, she was absent. Distant. Now that I’m older, I can see that everything she did came from a place of bitterness and spite. A wall was set up between us, she made sure we stayed on the other side.
Her relationship with Dad had already been strained, but it collapsed completely in a messy divorce right after I was born. She got full custody and even managed to get a restraining order, making sure he couldn’t come near us. But even after winning everything she wanted, she couldn’t stand to look at us. Not without being reminded of the man she went to such lengths to punish.
Why she hated him so much was always a mystery to me. The only clues I had were her angry drunken rants. From those, I eventually pieced together one thing: Dad was gay. But I never understood why that was supposed to be a problem.
In reality, Dean and I were mostly on our own. Inseparable ever since we were able to walk, the bond between us only grew with time into something deeper and more complex than normal siblings.
I followed Dean everywhere, doing whatever he did. I helped him pull off whatever mischief he came up with, whether I understood it or not. Dean, in turn, brought me into all of his schemes, always excited to share, always proud of himself, rattling off news and stories of dubious credibility. In a sense, we were the extents of each other’s worlds.
As time went on, Mom’s anger never relented, always boiling, never satiated. She didn’t yell as much once we got older, but her silence was heavier than shouting. She no longer hid how much she hated us.
When we were around twelve and thirteen, she shipped us off to boarding school. A stiff, cold place out in the countryside. Dean hated it. I pretended not to.
I had skipped a grade by then, so we were put into the same academic year. That didn’t mean much though. I performed academically better than Dean, but I always knew Dean had something special in him, and I made sure to tell him that whenever I could. We weren’t in the same class, though. Something in the rules about relatives not being allowed to do that.
Still, we held on to each other, our dependence taking root in this unfamiliar, unreliable environment. It was the time of your lives to expand out horizons, but we already set them at each other. The only thing that changed with time was the way our feelings looked. They were molded and shaped, finally emerging in a pure state
"I love you.”
I remember when I told Dean, the sounds of a faraway graduation ceremony echoing in the school halls. We were both sure of our feelings for each other, but acting on them, dragging them out under the light, was wrong and scary. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not with the fear of the unknown future that awaited us. Having turned eighteen not too long ago, I knew I had to step up, be the one to drag Dean this time.
He took me in the empty dorms. While everyone was out celebrating and partying, we had our little graduation in Dean’s bed. We had graduated from siblings, into something more. Love so pure and primal, it surpassed bonds of brotherhood and romance. Dean kept shaking the entire time, afraid he’s hurting me, afraid of doing something he’ll regret. So I held him tightly, hugging him and holding his gaze as he came deep inside me, consummating our love.
The school found out, a stray student in the night freaking out over what he saw, but they couldn’t do anything. We had already, technically graduated, and, hoping to avoid a career-ending scandal, they let us go with a slap on the wrist now that we weren’t their responsibility.
Dean didn’t want to go home, but I convinced him to make a detour there before we embark on our own journey, at least to get our stuff, I argued. He gave in, now dotting on me in ways big brothers never did. Mom was the same, stuck in that anger. She took one look at us, and I could tell she knew.
“I knew it. You’re just like that bastard,” I heard her say as we left that loveless house carrying our bags.
Our next quest was finding Dad. Dean brought it up, saying it’ll give us closure, but I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to share Dean. I didn’t want some ghost of a father stepping in and ruining the only good thing I had. It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t fair. But it was the truth. I didn’t need a dad. I just needed Dean. But he needed answers. Maybe hope. And just like with everything else, I knew I couldn’t, no, wouldn’t say no to him.
It took a month of travelling around, looking at registries, and sleeping in shady motels where we fucked like rabbits, as if trying to fill every moment with declarations of our love. Finally, we found him, living in the next state over. We knocked on his door one morning, and he answered it while still on a call. A curious look, then a shocked understanding. The phone hit the floor hard as he hugged us, tears cascading down his cheeks while he tried to talk.
“Dean! Sammy! I… I thought I’d never… She wouldn’t… I never got any replies… I’m so sorry!!”
The man was besides himself, joy and sorrow bursting inside him. I was at a loss for words, and I could tell Dean was too. Whatever we expected, it was not this.
He invited us out to eat after. Told us his version of the divorce, how much it hurt him to have us taken away, how we could resent him if we wanted, how not a day passed by without him thinking about us. He was so eager to talk to us, share with us, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
At night, when he insisted we stay at his house where he and his brother lived, I lay down on the bed with Dean next to me on makeshift one on the floor. We had requested we sleep in the same room because of our circumstances, and Dad happily obliged, no questions asked. It was then that it dawned me. What I felt when I was talking to Dad. It was love. Pure, unconditional familial love. I started crying, and Dean climbed into the bed next to me, hugging me tightly, and trying to assure me that everything was going to be okay. I never quite saw out if he was also crying or not.
Life with Dad and our uncle was, to keep it simple, blissful. Not only were John and Henry Colt good men at heart, but they were overjoyed to have. Dad was a everything to hope for in a father and more. Always looking after us, helping us out with settling into the area, offering everything he can to make sure we’re happy. He was so eager to know us, to make up for lost time, and the sentiment was mutual.
Uncle Henry was Dad’s rock, and while there were many differences, he was to Dad was Dean was to me. He was cool and strong, always taking care of things and keeping everything in order. Dean specifically found himself looking up to him, supplementing his need for a father figure with double servings. He took us on road trips, taught us stereotypical father-son stuff, and indulged us more than he should behind Dad’s back.
It was a match made in heaven. Dean and I connected to Dad and uncle Henry in different ways, filling deep needs inside us differently with both of them. And the same was true for them. Dad obviously had his kids back, and spent every day being thankful for it. Henry’s case was laced with a touch of sadness though. He wasn't able to have children, so being with his nephews, taking us under his wing, it was a dream come true in many ways.
And so the days passed by, the four of us living in, as I already said, total bliss. Dean and I kept out sleeping arrangement, something Dad and Henry never guilted us about, with him often sneaking into my bed at night. Dad slept in his room, while Henry mainly crashed on the couch since he offered his bed to me and refused to have it any other way.
It was then that things really started coming into focus. The fact Dad’s bed was king-sized, the fact most of the house was designed for couples, the way Dad and Henry held their touch a tad longer than needed, talked to each other with just enough emotions to make you think. It was the same anticipatory anxiety I had with Dean growing up. If true, then your deepest darkest desire would come true by something one could only call a miracle. If not, you’ll burn more than bridges between you and the others.
It was Henry who broached the subject. One night, on a Friday, over an especially relaxed and cozy dinner. He talked about how unorthodox our family’s situation was, how he and his brother also grew up with an abusive drunk of a dad. He told us he never judged our sleeping arrangement, and he never would, no matter what.
The implication was clear and loud, all that’s left was for someone to take the first step. To say it out in the open. It was the same fear I had when I thought I would lose Dean. I looked at him, and he looked back, eyes full of that special love I would never be able to find anywhere else. He nodded, and I understood. We couldn’t keep it hidden any longer. We had to come out with it and hope for the best.
We explained it, tried to make it as unthreatening as possible, like making a diplomatic statement. Dad and Henry looked at each other, having a conversation just like ours in their minds, before confessing to the same things as us.
I won’t ever forget that night, how we couldn’t resist going into the room, all four of us together. How we stayed up, fucking and talking and loving till dawn, and then did the same for the rest of the next day.
Friday nights became a fixed event in our schedule. A holiday celebrating our love every week. A love so twisted and unfathomable, it reshaped our lives in ways none of us could imagine, yet could only be thankful for.
5. Friday family night
“Alright,” Daddy Henry says with a sigh, stretching his arms as high as possible after he turned off the TV, “Why don’t you go get your brother, and Dad and I will be waiting for you in our room, cool?”
“Cool,” I say as I get up from between Daddy’s legs and turn around to give him a huge, which he reciprocates with a chuckle, before heading to me and Dean’s room.
On the bed, my brother is laying on his back, his head at the foot of the bed. I lower myself calmly next to him, laying on my stomach and peering at his face as he scrolls through his phone.
“What?” He asks, not looking away from his screen.
“Daddy says we’re gonna get started. Did you prepare?” I say, pulling playfully at his ear with my teeth
He swats my face jokingly. “I finished preparing two hours ago. I keep telling them we should just do the whole day, but we gotta wait for evening for some reason. Cum goes bad if you don’t use it,” he complains.
“Yesterday, it was ‘cum gets better the longer you hold it’,” I point out, much to Dean’s annoyance as he drops the phone and place me in a head lock, teasingly punishing me for calling him out on another one of his random tales.
“It just works better this way,” I say, laughing as we tumble around the bed and I break free form his hold, “Same with all of Daddy’s rules.”
Daddy is the one who setup the initial rules for how our house should operate, with minor revisions from the rest of us. It’s mainly defining our relationship as an incestuous family, learning how to understand our entangled relationships so we don’t lose sight of ourselves, setting simple boundaries like not turning our place into a whorehouse (that included the no spilling rule), how to act in public and deal with outsiders, and much more. All the rules were subject to change if they started hurting any of us. That was the foundation. The love we had for each other.
“Let’s go?” I ask Dean, laying on top of him with out lips barely touching.
“Yeah,” he agrees and gives me a quick hearty kiss before hugging me tight and rolling, sending us both tumbling.
I peer through Dad and Daddy’s door, only for Dean to slam the door open.
“WHAT’S UP, MOTHERFUCKERS!!” Dean shouts like he’s entering a wrestling arena.
“Dean,” Dad looks like he wants to say something, but Daddy motions with his hand for Dad to let it slide.
“Let him have his fun. It’s Friday night after all.”
They're sitting on the bed, with Dad's face seemingly a bit flushed. There's no need to guess why, though. Daddy was probably working his mouth intensely like he liked to do.
Diving right in, I get on the bed, pushing Dad against the mattress while I make out with him. It's wild and urgent, reflecting the deep need in me. Dad hugs me gently, making sure to match my oral intensity as my slender body rests atop his beefy one.
Dean goes to Daddy, sitting next to him. There's a moment of silent communication as Dean and Daddy look into each other's eyes. Dean, the power top, always desperate to prove his place, always folded in front of Daddy. He couldn't hide the boy thirsty for fatherly love inside him, and he didn't want to either.
Then, they lean in and start making out, Daddy placing a hand on Dean's chin to guide him while the latter melts into his embrace, his smooth muscular body rubbing agains Daddy's hairy, big one.
We stay in our pairs for a while, priming the pump for what's to come with hot, lavish kisses and tongue wrestling. Daddy is the first to break the tempo, unable to keep his hands off Dean any longer. He pushes Dean down back-first onto the bed and gets on top of him, his hand passing along his inner thighs and going up between his legs, slowly parting them.
Dean whimpers under him, a needy look in his eyes as he looks up.
“Fuck, I can never get tired of your sweet body, Son,” Daddy says with hunger.
Dean doesn't say anything. Instead, he grabs his face, locking their faces together, and hugs Daddy with his legs, pulling him in. It’s fascinating to see because Dean usually doesn't enjoy bottoming, but something in the way Daddy opens him up fills a psychological hole in his brain. And Dean goes crazy for it, eager to please and make him proud.
I can practically hear Dean's hole squelch in excitement. I laugh against Dad's hairy chest, and he caresses the back of my head.
“Want to start getting ready, Sammy?”
“Yes, Dad,” I reply, and dismount from him to lie on my back, as he assumes the same position as Daddy.
I might be way better at taking cock than Dean, but I still need loosening if I want to properly take Dad's girthy dick. Dad kisses me again, before going down my neck and chest, leaving copious amounts of saliva on his way. As usual, Dad's tender treatment in unmatched, with fatherly love oozing from every move.
He gets to dick, standing hard at its average length, and I part my legs with glee. He puts two of his fingers in his mouth, expertly covering them with saliva before taking them down to my hole and circling the entrance. At the same time, he takes my dick in his mouth with ease, having trained on much tougher models, Daddy's 10“ cock. The combination of the wet, compact mouth on my cock, and the sturdy, flexing fingers in my ass causes me to raise my hips without thinking, bucking into the air as Dad induces my heat.
Next to us, Daddy and Dean have moved on to the next phase, with Dean sitting in doggy position and Daddy expertly eating him out. If Dad's rimming was tender love, then Daddy's was pure passion. He basically made out with Dean's hole, planting his lips on his smooth, tiny rosebud and sucking on it, swirling his tongue, trying to find a weakness in Dean's barriers.
“Oh… OHH… Daddy! Please!” Dean can't help but moan out, his voice unnaturally high.
“What is it, Dean?” Daddy teases him.
“Please! My hole… please help me,” Dean struggles with the words.
“You want me to help break you in? How many times have we done this? Shouldn't you be well open by now?”
Dean shakes his head aggressively. He didn't do verbal play well, but he sure went crazy for it.
“Then how about we get someone else to do it? It doesn't have to be your Daddy,” Daddy sets him up easily.
“No, please,” Dean bites the bait, hugging him tighter, “I don't want anyone but my Daddy. I want you to fuck me with your Daddy cock, please!”
“Well,” Daddy says, kissing the back of Dean's head to ease his troubled expression, “I can't say no to my Son, now, can I?”
Dean's smile splits his face at Daddy's approval. But he's not the only one who's getting worked up. Dad's work on my sensitive areas starts getting too much. I tap him on the back.
“Dad… please... Me too.”
Dad lets go of the deep hold on my cock, and I'm a little sad to lose his velvety insides coaxing my soul out of my cock, but I'd rather we reach our climax on another note.
Dad palms my big ass then gives it a spank (spank being an overestimation seeing as he's too kind to hit with force).
“Come on, Sammy. Get in front of your brother,” Dad urges me and I oblige happily.
I get into doggy position as well, pausing to take Dean's wide-eyed face in my hands and kiss him forcefully, doing my best to help my brother get his fix of Daddy cock. Dean kisses back, finding it hard to focus between my excited smooching and Daddy's tongue exploring his anal entrance.
Dad gets behind me, his slight gut resting on my ass as he lays his weight on me as gently as possible. My ass perks up in anticipation, happily grinding back onto Dad's crotch.
“Ease there, Sammy!” Dad laughs as he holds me steady with his hands on my ass.
He places his hands at the my ankles and pushes them apart, making me open up more, helping me reach the perfect position to take his thick cock. I fall into it naturally, my body practically singing with arousal.
“Shall we take them, John?” Daddy asks Dad, his cock resting on Dean's entrance.
“Yes! Yes! Please, Daddy!” Dean shouts, desperate.
“I don't know, Henry. They don't seem up to it,” Dad plays alongs, knowing how much enjoyment Daddy gets out of it.
“No, we're really up to it, Dad! Look!” I object and try to prove how ready we are.
Latching onto Dean's face, I make out sloppily with him, both of us giving them the show we know they'd enjoy.
“They do look the part. I say we give them whay they want,” Dad finally gives in, unable to contain his excitement at bonding with his sons.
“Not like I can resist them when they're playing kissy face like this!” Daddy laughs with vigor and starts pushing into Dean's tight tunnel.
Dean's moans echo throughout the room as his ass gets plowed. It's always like the first time for Dean, with how tight he gets, along with the nerves, and that always proves to be a delight to see.
Not that I can admire it myself with Dad's beer can resizing my hole anew. My moans join Dean's, and I can feel Dad hold his breath as he concentrates immensely to make sure his entry doesn't hurt me. Contrary to his fears though, the work my hole as had this whole day prepared it for this moment and more. So, I slam back down on Dad's cock, letting it push my insides out of the way.
“Ohhh… ohhh.”
I feel Dad shake as my ass grips him like with iron hold, trying to get as much as possible even when he was already buried to the hilt.
“Easy… Easyyyy, Sammy. You'll feel better in a minute. Relax,” Dad assures me.
I stop my assault, letting him take control again as my legs shake from the pressure his cock exerts inside me. It’s like his meat was connected to every nerve in my body through my ass. It's heavenly, to say the least.
“Atta boy!” Daddy exclaims on the other side, finally bottoming out inside Dean whose face betrays the fact his spot is getting rubbed raw.
We hold this position, Dean and I trembling from the sensations our Dads are giving us. They, on the other hand, lean in for a quick kiss, technically connecting all four of us in a cycle of flesh. Dick to ass to mouth.
“Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to hold on long tonight,” Daddy says as he slowly starts moving inside Dean, making the latter sing with pleasure.
“Don't worry, we'll get you back up in no time,” I yell happily over Dean's shoulder.
“Sam, you little semen demon!” Daddy pats my head before resuming his motion.
On my end, the same happens, with Dad's movement causing me to buck wildly, like whole body's getting electrified.
In no time, our Dads start fucking us for real, hand on our shoulders to arch us properly, and the other on our ass, giving us the occasional motivational spank.
My face and Dean's get mushed togther, uncontrollably slamming into one another with each slam from our top fuckers. Our lips and tongues hold on to each for dear life as the bed creaks under us, our Dads fucking us with the primal lust.
“I…mmhmm… I…mhmmm… I want to su.. mhmmm… Dean!” I try to say between thrusts.
Daddy slows down, but doesn't stop.
“What is it, Sam?” He says through labored breath.
I love how Daddy calls me Sam. With Dad and Dean, it's always Sammy, lil bro, or son. I love those names, of course, but something about the way daddy calls me Sam fills me with something I can't describe. Maybe it's the same way Dean feels when bonding with his cool, new adoptive Daddy. Another type of uniqe man-to-man connection.
“I want to… Haa.. suck Dean off,” I mutter whilw regaining my breath.
Dad and Daddy exhange a quick look and smile, happy to see our brotherly affection. Dean's probably happy too, but is too worked up to concentrate.
“I can't say no to my Son,” Daddy indulges me, “come on, Dean. Move your ass!”
Daddy moves Dean firmly but forcefully, with utmost care, into a full nelson position. Dean screams out from the feeling his body being twisted around Daddy's cock, the thick fuck stick still lodged deep inside him, pushing his button beyond its limit. Dean continues breathing heavily, his body trying to process the sensations as it opens up in a highly hot display, his legs spread apart to reveal his most intimate place, and his big cock flopping around aimlessly, already leaking precum, aching for any stimulation.
I know that. It's precisely because I know how frustrated Dean must be that I want to suck him. My big brother, the one who came from the same sperm as me, the one never let go of me, will never be denied by me. I launch forward, hunger taking over as I swallow his cock with learned ease. Dean screams again, this time pausing to moan and groan as my tongue violently rubs the soft underbelly of his cock, savoring his manly, familiar taste.
Daddy sees me set in, and decides its time. Kissing Dad again, they renew their fucking, now plunging into us like their lives depended on it while Dean's wails of pleasure continue as I keep his cock buried in my mouth, lovingly milking him in my throat.
We keep this formation for some time, all of us getting lost in the fuck as our orgasms build up. Dad and Daddy cum first, yelling and making out urgently as they're breeding us, their hips gyrating inside us as if trying to make their seed get absorbed by our insides. Dean cums second, yelling at the top of his lungs in total submission as his cock lets loose currents of hot, virile sperm. I never let go of his cock, even when he's thrashing full force, because more than simple enjoyment, his cum is delicious to me. The creamy load coats my mouth and slides down my throat, and I savor every drop, happy to recieve it from my big bro.
Once I'm sure Dean is spent, his voice growing lower as his whole body goes from rigid orgasm to limp afterglow, I finally let go, sliding to the bed eith exhaustion catching up to me.
“That won't do,” Dad objects, “you need to cum, Sammy.”
I try to shake my head at my inability to do anything, only to feel Daddy, who layed Dean to the side gently, grab me by the armpits and raising me up.
We're flipped backwards, Dad landing on his back and me still fully on his cock, my ass never letting go of even an inch. I look up at Daddy with half-lidded eyes as he climbs closer, taking control of my mouth and dominating it with his own. His hand reaches to my cock, scooping its precum and using it as lube to jerk me off. I'm in heaven as my Dads take care of me, guiding me to orgasm from all my zones.
With a cock in my ass, a tongue in my mouth, and a hand on dick, I erupt, yelling louder than Dean as my own pent up load sprays everyone on the bed like a wild hose.
I'm barely besides myself, trembling with afterwaves of pleasure as they lay me down, letting me recover as they surround Dean and me on either side, forming our own safe incest sanctuary.
I see Dean from the corner my eye, and I know whay he's thinking as both drag our tired bodies every so slowly towards our Dads’ cocks, him to Dad and me to Daddy.
“Guess they're still hungry, John,” Daddy laughs as Dean and I lap at their spent, glistening cocks with instinctual drive.
“It's okay. They can have as much of their Dads’ milk as they want. My hot, beautiful sons,” Dad adds, happy to provide us whenever we want.
The night keeps rolling as we play with our Dads’ cocks, the bed alive with love as we reaffirm our bonds the best way we know how. Our own little peace of heaven, for our family and our family alone.
END
Author's Note: Sorry for any typos in the story. I was rushing to finish it on time, and will definitely go through it again the moment I can.
