I couldn’t shake the guilt after Dave found those chats on Ben’s laptop. My heart ached knowing how much I’d hurt him, how my twisted desires had made him feel like the second choice. I’d always tried to be fair to my boys, but Ben’s quiet brilliance had always drawn me in, and now Dave knew just how deep that connection went. The next day, with my wife out shopping, I thought I could distract myself by teaching Ben how to change a tire in the garage. It was a simple task, something normal, something fatherly. But nothing felt normal anymore.
Ben and I were laughing, his hand brushing my arm, when Dave walked in. I felt the air shift immediately. Dave had always been my golden boy—athletic, charming, the son I’d always been so proud of—but I’d seen the resentment in his eyes since he found out about me and Ben. “Need a hand?” he asked, his voice sharp, cutting through our moment. I looked up, startled, but tried to play it off. “Sure, Dave, come join us,” I said, forcing a smile. Ben’s eyes narrowed, sensing the challenge, but I was too caught up in my own shame to see the storm brewing.
We worked on the tire, but the tension was suffocating. I could feel Dave’s anger radiating off him, his movements stiff, deliberate. Then, he “accidentally” knocked over a can of oil, the dark liquid splashing across the floor. I sighed, grabbing a rag, and bent over to clean it up, desperate for any distraction. That’s when I felt Dave’s presence behind me, his hand pressing against my lower back, mirroring the intimacy I’d shared with Ben. My breath hitched, my body betraying me with a shiver. I froze, torn between fear and a sick arousal I couldn’t suppress.
Ben’s voice cut through the haze. “Dave, what are you doing?” he demanded, his tone tight. Dave’s glare was cold, his words laced with bitterness. “What you’ve been doing, little brother. I’m not blind. I know you’ve been Dad’s favorite—always getting everything first. Not this time.” I straightened up, my face burning with shame, but my body trembled under Dave’s touch because of being a bitch. I was caught between my sons, the garage door still open, the risk of a neighbor passing by making my heart race.
Dave’s athletic frame loomed over me, his jealousy turning into something possessive, something dangerous. He pushed me against the workbench, his hands firm on my hips. “You’ve been giving Ben everything, haven’t you, Dad?” he growled, his voice thick with resentment. I wanted to deny it, to make him understand, but my body was already surrendering, my hole twitching with need. Ben stood there, frozen, his eyes flickering between anger and curiosity, as Dave yanked my pants down, exposing my hairy, already-gaping hole—proof of Ben’s earlier claim.
I gasped as Dave spat on his hand, lubing himself up, and pressed his thick 8 inch cock (but much thicker than Ben's and Jared's) against me. “I’m taking what’s mine,” he muttered, thrusting in with a force that made me grip the workbench, my knuckles white. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the garage, raw and unrestrained, and I couldn’t hold back my moans. Ben stepped closer, his voice shaky but commanding. “If you’re joining, you follow my lead, Dave,” he said, but Dave smirked, mid-thrust, his competitive edge flaring. “We’ll see who Dad likes better,” he shot back.
Their rivalry fueled the moment, and I was caught in the middle, overwhelmed by the intensity. Dave’s powerful thrusts hit deep, making me cum hands-free, my release splattering the garage floor. Ben, not to be outdone, dropped his pants and shoved his cock into my mouth, silencing my moans. “Suck me while he fucks you, Dad (also mumbled My Wife silently),” he ordered, his tone a mix of jealousy and control. I gagged on Ben’s cock, my throat full, as Dave pounded into me, each thrust a reminder of how far I’d fallen.
The brothers pushed each other further, each trying to outdo the other, until they both came—Dave filling my hole, Ben flooding my mouth. I collapsed against the workbench, cum dripping from both ends, my mind a haze of shame and ecstasy. A neighbor’s dog barked in the distance, the garage door still open, the risk of exposure hanging heavy. But so did a new dynamic—Dave had staked his claim, driven by jealousy, and now the three of us were bound in a way I couldn’t escape.
After the garage, Dave’s jealousy turned into a burning need to prove he was better than Ben. “Who’s the best, Dad?” he demanded, his voice rough, eyes wild. I couldn’t decide—my slutty heart craved both their cocks equally. Dave’s jaw tightened, his jock fury unleashed. “Fine, I’ll fuck you until you choose,” he growled, his thick dick already hard. From that moment, I became their toy, tossed between my boys for days. Dave pounded me raw during the day, his thrusts angry, punishing, making my hole gape with every brutal slam. Even when my wife would video call us he wouldn't stop brutally fucking me. Only I know how I managed a straight face at that. At night, Ben took over, fucking me passionately, his cock stroking me deep, whispering I was his wife as I moaned like a bitch.
By the sixth day, Dave’s weekend was ending, and he was furious I still hadn’t picked. That morning, after Ben flooded my ass with his creamy load, Dave flipped me over, his eyes blazing with hate for Ben. “I won’t take his sloppy seconds,” he spat, spreading my cheeks wide. I gasped as Dave’s hot mouth latched onto my dripping hole, sucking Ben’s thick cum out of me, his tongue digging deep. My body shook, torn between shock and filthy pleasure, Dave sucked all of Ben's cum out my hole and spat it. My cock leaking onto the floor. But I saw the rage in Dave’s eyes—he hated Ben so much he couldn’t stand sharing me like this. It was ruining their brotherly bond, and I couldn’t let that happen.
The next day, I sat them down in the living room, my hole still throbbing from their endless fucking. “You’re brothers,” I said, my voice firm despite my shame. “You shouldn’t compete—I love you both the same. Work as a team.” Dave’s eyes darkened, but I saw a twisted spark in them. I didn’t realize how wrong he’d take my words.
That night, in the master bedroom—where I used to fuck my wife, where I probably made both my boys—Dave decided to “team up.” “You’re right, Dad,” he said, his voice dripping with lust, at that point, I think Dave got addicted to my hole. “We’ll fuck you together.” Before I could protest, he grabbed me, his jock strength pinning me down. “This isn’t what I meant!” I cried, but Dave was already leading, his thick cock pressing against my hole. He guided Ben in too, his voice commanding. “Come on, little brother, let’s stretch him.” I felt both their dicks push into me at once, a double penetration that made my eyes roll back. The pain was searing, my hole splitting, but the pleasure was unreal—I was their total bitch, my body quivering as they filled me completely.
I bit my lip hard, tears streaming down my face, the pain so intense I could barely breathe. But their smiles—Dave’s triumphant grin, Ben’s soft, loving gaze—stopped me from pulling away. I let them fuck me, their cocks slamming into me together, my body rocking between them. I was in agony, but their happiness mattered more. They fucked me like animals, their dicks stretching me to the limit, flooding my guts with their hot, endless cum. My own cock exploded hands-free, my screams muffled as I buried my face in the pillow, the same bed where I’d made love to my wife, now soaked in our filthy sin.
Exhausted, we collapsed together, their cum leaking out of me, my body wrecked. My wife was out of town visiting her mom, so we slept in that cum-soaked bed, my boys on either side of me, their arms draped over my broken body. I thought it was over, that we’d found some twisted peace. But as I woke up, a notification lit up my phone. It was Jared. “I’M COMING BACK TO LOCK YOU, MY BITCH,” the message read. My heart raced, my hole twitching in fear and filthy anticipation. Jared was coming back, and I knew I’d be his slut all over again but I was also scared and you know why.
