Bobby began slowly stroking his 5" teen cock, his thumb passing every so often over the head and then licking the precum from his thumb. He had never been so hard, as his baby brother's whines soon turned into attention-needing cries, drawing Bobby from the bed to retrieve him.

Warming a bottle in the microwave, Bobby laid his brother on the changing table to change his diaper and as he glanced upon that tiny 6 month old cock, he couldn't help but touch it, gripping it tenderly between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the tiny little cock-let harden at his touch. Immediately, Bobby lowered his mouth to his brother's crotch, completely engulfing his little boner and tiny ball sack together. His teen cock was harder than ever, throbbing in his shorts, and Bobby could feel the precum leaking, dripping down his teen leg.

Pushing his shorts down his legs, Bobby took hold of his teen cock, slowly stroking it and rubbing his thumb across the head, his body tingling, and he knew that another release would be coming soon. The beep of the microwave brought him back to reality though, as he scooped up David and went to the kitchen to retrieve the bottle. Back in his bedroom with the baby laying on the bed, hungrily nursing on his bottle, Bobby once again removed his diaper and his teen mouth went to work once again on his brother while stroking his own steel-hard cock. Bobby's mouth worked that tiny cock and balls, his tongue lapping away, slipping between his tiny, underdeveloped balls and finally reaching David's baby hole, where Bobby's tongue went wild, probing, licking, probing again, wetting it, probing, until Bobby finally pushed hard enough that the tip of his tongue entered the tiny ass.

Looking up at his brother's face, Bobby noticed that David was almost sleeping while sucking on his bottle. The reminder of the events which had recently occurred had Bobby thinking with his hard teen cock, and definitely not with his head, as his perverted teen mind had him forcing more and more of his wet tongue into the baby ass, plunging in and out, in and out, his spit making entry easier. Seeing that this was causing his almost sleeping brother no harm, Bobby reached for the KY that his mother kept on the changing table, and after dipping his finger into the jar, he carefully placed his finger at his baby brother's ass, watching the tip slip in, stretching his baby hole and feeling how tight it was. David squirmed some as Bobby continued to slide his finger in up to the first knuckle, and then out, in again, and out, and faster, in and out, more each time.