


                           BABY-SITTING MY BROTHER'S SONS


                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011



While my older brother Frank is at work, I baby-sit his kids.
Well, not quite baby-sitting. Timmy is 10 and Kyle is almost 15
but they still need an adult to watch them. My brother works from
4 p.m. till midnight Monday to Friday and because I have hardly
any social life during the week, I volunteered to help him out.
It's easy enough really. Kyle looks after himself and I just have
to feed them, give Timmy his bath and get them to bed on time.

My weekends are taken up with trying to find a partner who is gay
like me but the gay bars seem to be full of couples in love and
to be honest, I usually come home alone. When things get
desperate, I use the public toilets for meeting other horny men,
grabbing what satisfaction I can from the brief meetings. I
please men in any way they want, allowing myself to be used for
fucking or usually swallowing their spunk.

The boys like me. I'm Uncle John and I love them both. They are a
reminder of what family means and my brother is a lucky man, even
though his wife has left him. Kyle knows I'm gay but it doesn't
seem to bother him or at least I don't think so. He never avoids
me when I cuddle him so I suppose it must be OK. I have caught
him occasionally watching me though and I'm not sure why.

There is something I have to explain here. My brother and I have
a 'close' relationship. Alright, enough of the euphemisms. We
fool around when the kids are in bed and fast asleep. He takes me
to his bed and fucks me or makes me suck his cock until he cums
in my mouth. We've always done it, since we were 12 and 14
respectively. He played with my dick for the first time and I
loved it and after that, he used me like a girl. To be honest, I
liked it and it never really stopped until he got married. I
missed him terribly but what could I do? I wanted a man to use me
like he did but I never found one.

It began again when his wife left him and I moved into the spare
room at his house. The first night, he came into my room, kissed
me and made me do all the things I used to do when we were young.
He does it to me every night but we have to keep quiet because
the boys mustn't know about us. Why do I still look for someone
like him on the weekends? Because he will get another woman and
I'll be left alone again. I can't blame him; he wants more kids
but with a better woman this time. In the meantime, I'm his wife
and he treats me the same as he did his ex, Helen. It's bad but I
like it!



It's Thursday night and we've eaten and settled down to watch TV.
Timmy sits snuggled up to me and, as usual, I put my arm around
him. He's such a cute kid, not smart-mouthing like some of his
friends do. Kyle is always quiet and respectful, and never gives
me or his dad any trouble. As I say, their father is a very lucky
man.

When it's time for Timmy's bath, he walks upstairs in front of me
and I notice his little bottom. He's wearing shorts and they have
become a bit small for him so they're tight, and I scold myself
for thinking about my little nephew's sexy bum. Did I just say
sexy? A Freudian slip perhaps? Anyway, I shouldn't be thinking in
that way about a child, certainly not my brother's kid.

In the bathroom, I watch him get undressed after I have started
running his bath. I never did that before but I find that I'm
watching him in his little underpants. Strange really because I
always bathe him, always run my hands around his body with the
soap and just generally get him clean without a second thought
about how sexy he looks. Jesus, I just thought it again! I'm
beginning to feel uneasy with these thoughts.

He climbs into the bath and I start to wash his dark hair. He
knows to keep his eyes closed so that shampoo doesn't get into
them and make them sting, and for some reason I can't explain, I
look down between his legs at the little dick that nestles under
the water. It's so cute, no more than an inch and a half long,
and I have an overwhelming desire to touch it, to play with it. I
resist the temptation and rinse the soap out of his hair.

"Okay, buster," I say, "stand up and I'll do the rest of you."

He stands and faces the wall, his back to me, and I marvel at the
lovely taut buttocks above his sturdy legs. His bottom is
shapely, a beautiful bubble-butt, and I admire it before my soapy
hands caress his back. The water streams down and I can't take my
eyes away from his bottom but I know he can't see what I'm
looking at. His shoulders and back are done and then I go south,
my soapy hands running over the child's bum-cheeks.

My cock has started to stir and I can't stop it. Fucking hell,
I'm fancying the boy! I must be a pervert! I'll ignore it, I say
to myself, and it will go away. But the more I try to ignore it,
the more it comes to the fore.

He parts his legs and bends forward so that I can wash his
bum-hole and now I'm concentrating on the tiny pucker that looks
so inviting. I'm trying my best but I can't shake the image of
the tip of my tongue forcing his sphincter open and pushing
inside to taste him. He has done nothing to seduce me and yet I
want him, want to lick his body, his tiny bum-hole. What the fuck
is wrong with me?

My hands shake as I open his little hole by pulling his buttocks
further apart and my impulse to lick his little rosebud is
beginning to overwhelm me. I mustn't do this!

"I have to go downstairs," I mumble. "I'll be back in a minute,"
and I flee. I make for the downstairs toilet and lock myself in,
clawing at my pants to take out my stiff swollen cock and I
masturbate. In my head, I can see his bum-hole, his tiny rosebud,
and I wank myself hard, cumming inside 15 seconds and spraying a
large amount of hot spunk into the sink. I've just had a massive
cum while thinking about a 10-year-old little boy! Fucking hell!

A knock at the door and Kyle's asking, "Are you OK, Uncle John?"

After a couple of seconds, I have my breath back and I answer,
"I'm fine, Kyle. I'll be out in a minute."

I clean up the sink and put my cock away, and then I head
upstairs to finish bathing Timmy. He's sat down, playing with the
water, and I try to get my head right so I can finish the job
I've started. He stands again and turns so that I can see his
rosebud again and I steel myself to wash it without thinking
about putting my tongue inside him. When he turns round for me to
wash his front, I see his cute dick and I feel under pressure
again.

I wash his little dick with my soapy fingers and he starts to get
hard. I move to wash his tiny balls and it doesn't help him any.
He remains stiff as I caress his genitals and he leans towards
me, sighing as his arms go around my neck. He's leaning on me,
his head on my shoulder, and I'm playing with his dick and balls.
My other hand goes behind him and I stroke his bottom, my
fingertips running from top to bottom of his bum-crack.

He's breathing heavily as I fondle him and he kisses my neck, and
although I've emptied my balls, my cock is starting to rear up
again.

He whispers in my ear, "Ooh, Uncle John, that feels nice." He
opens his legs wider and I touch his rosebud, and he pushes back
against my finger, wanting me to press harder. I kiss his neck as
my soapy finger pushes against his bum-hole and he gasps when the
tip goes inside him. He breathes harder, moaning each time I push
my finger inside him or stroke his dick, and he kisses me as he
hugs me tighter.

"It tickles, Uncle John," he whispers and I ask him softly, "Do
you want me to stop?"

"No, keep going. It's lovely." His bottom is pushing against my
finger and he's clearly wanting to feel it further up inside him.
When I keep my finger still, he begins a fucking movement with
his hips to keep my finger moving in his bum. His dick is hard as
a nail and I play with his balls but his hand goes from round my
neck and he strokes his stiffness, working it back and forth
between his fingers.

I can take it no more and I give in finally to my base instincts.
I'm doomed and I concede to the temptation. I ask him, praying
that he will say yes.

"Do you want me to suck it, Timmy?" and he nods straight away,
moving back from me so that I can put his dick in my mouth.

His hips stop the fucking movement now and he watches me take his
hard little dick between my lips. The sensation for me is
magical. His stiffness feels so small in my mouth and he sighs
audibly as I begin to use my tongue. I finger-fuck him again,
driving my digit as far as I can but ensuring that I don't go too
far and hurt him.

"Ooh, Uncle John!" he whispers, enjoying the sensation of his
dick in the warm wet mouth of a man. He trembles as I suck and I
find that I can take his little balls into my mouth as well as
his dick. I lick his balls while I suck gently and his trembling
increases as I take him further towards his juvenile cum. I fuck
him faster with my finger and suddenly he shudders and his legs
give way. I catch him before he falls in the bath and hold him
tightly, and his arms go around my neck and he kisses my cheek.
He's panting, his hot breath against my cheek, and then his head
is lying on my shoulder and I kiss his neck. When he has calmed
down, I ask him if he is OK and he says he is. Now that the
passion is over, I'm worried again. What if he says something to
somebody?

I lift him out of the bath and begin to dry him. His little dick
is soft but when I pull back his foreskin to dry his knob, he
begins to stiffen again. He leans against me and, as I look into
his face, he kisses me on the lips. His tiny lips are soft on
mine and I wonder what it would be like to push my tongue inside
his mouth. I must stop this! I must not let this happen again! I
finish drying him and give him his pyjamas, watching as he
dresses himself. God, he's sexy!

I put him to bed and kiss him goodnight but he pulls my head down
and kisses my lips once more. I'm tempted but I don't succumb to
my instincts.

Downstairs, Kyle is watching TV and when I enter the room, he
gives me another look. What is that look he keeps giving me? Not
anger, not reproof, not anything really that I can describe. When
it's time for him to go to bed, he kisses me goodnight and takes
himself off upstairs. I sit and think about what has happened
with Timmy and my cock becomes hard again. I have to stop
thinking about him.

My activities with Timmy continue much the same every evening
except that now I lick his bum-hole and tongue-fuck him and it
drives him crazy. His bath-time is the major part of his day and
mine too if I'm honest. I rush downstairs to the toilet and wank
furiously till I shoot hot spunk into the sink after every one of
our 'bath-time special' evenings.

Tonight, I leave the toilet and join Kyle in the living-room as
usual. When I sit, he looks nervous. He wants to say something,
I'm sure.

"What's up, Kyle?" I ask, hoping he'll tell me.

After a couple of seconds, he asks, "What's it like, Uncle John?
Being gay, I mean?"

Christ! How do I answer that? Nobody ever came and asked me
straight out like this. Stalling seems a good strategy about now.

"What do you mean, Kyle?" I say, hoping that he will be too
embarrassed to continue with this.

"Well for instance, what's it like to put your tongue in a boy's
bottom or suck his dick?"

Whoa, this is getting too close to home. What does he know? Does
he know about my activities with Timmy? No, he can't know about
us because he would be angry and he's obviously not. He's sitting
there, cool and unflustered, and that is the opposite of what I'm
feeling.

"And what's it like to be fucked up your bum?" he says, and I'm
floundering.

Kyle is a lovely boy, so intelligent, so studious. I've never
lied to him but I think I might this time. I need to play for
time.

"I don't know what you mean," I say lamely but he has the measure
of me.

"Yes, you do, Uncle John. I've seen what you do with Timmy," he
says and he adds, "And Dad."

Jesus! This is BIG trouble. My mouth opens and closes like a
goldfish but the words won't come. My brain is working in
overdrive to find an excuse, anything at all to get me off the
hook. He's watching me, a level stare directed at my reddening
face. I can't think what to say to him and I'm drowning in a sea
of confusion. What does he want? Revenge? Negotiation? Does he
want me to stop what I'm doing with his brother and his father?
But then he comes to my rescue.

"It's alright, Uncle John. Really. You don't have to worry."

I wonder now what he means. Alright? Don't have to worry?

"What do you want, Kyle?" I ask, beginning to understand what
lies behind his coolness. He considers me for a minute in silence
and finally he says it.

"I want to bathe Timmy with you tomorrow night."

There it is! That's what this is all about! He wants to do sex
stuff with his brother. And I've opened up the way so he can. He
knows I can't refuse him anything now, not after he's seen me
doing things with his little brother. An image flashes through my
mind of Kyle doing sex stuff with him and my cock starts to stir.

The next night, Kyle follows Timmy and me upstairs to the
bathroom and the young lad looks at me, questions in his eyes, so
I tell him that Kyle wants to do it tonight. He's not sure what I
mean but I tell him it's alright and he carries on pulling off
his clothes and I see by Kyle's face that he's looking forward to
what he's going to do with his little brother.

When Timmy climbs into the bath, he leans forward so that his
bottom is in Kyle's face and then Kyle soaps his hands and begins
to wash the parts that interest him most. He runs his fingers
around the little boy's bum-hole, making him shudder. His other
hand moves up to play with Timmy's little balls and the little
boy opens his legs wide so he can get more of his big brother's
fingers. This is his sign of acceptance of what Kyle is doing to
him.

Fingers are quickly replaced by Kyle's tongue and young Timmy
wriggles his little bottom as his brother pushes the tip of his
tongue up into it. As Kyle tongue-fucks him, his brother breathes
in sharply, and sighs as the tongue does its work, forcing its
way further into his joy-tunnel.

Unseen by either boy, I strip off, and then I whisper to Kyle
what I want him to do with Timmy and then I lie down flat on the
tiled floor. Kyle takes him out of the bath and he sits the boy
on my face, facing my feet. Then he bends him over so that he
lies flat on me in a 69, a leg each side of my body and I can
suck his dick. This means that Timmy's bottom is open and facing
Kyle and I watch as Kyle strips off, kneels down behind the boy
and tongue-fucks him again.

I can feel Timmy's hot breath on my belly as I suck his dick and
he takes my cock in his hand and plays with it, stroking it's
hardness and closely examining it. He moans as Kyle arouses him
and I reach up to pull his little buttocks further apart so that
Kyle will be more comfortable while rimming the youngster. His
hard dick in my mouth is giving me as much pleasure as he himself
is getting and I expect him to cum soon because of our joint
efforts on him.

I can see Kyle's face pushed against the boy's bottom, his tongue
working hard as it fucks back and forth. He leaves the hole for a
few seconds and licks his brother's balls in their tight little
sac, feeling the small eggs move with each movement of his
tongue. Kyle is red-faced with his effort and arousal, and it
suddenly occurs to me where this might be leading. I notice the
movement of Kyle's right arm and I realise then that he's
preparing his cock for penetration.

Should I let him? Must I stop him from fucking his brother? I
take Timmy's dick from my mouth and lift his hips upward so that
he's clear of my face and I look up as Kyle takes his tongue from
his brother's bottom. He kneels upright then and I know he is
going to fuck the little boy like a dog. His hand goes to his
mouth and he spits into it and then slathers his cock in saliva.

When I see the knob touch Timmy's bum-hole, the little boy stops
playing with my stiff cock and waits, kneeling there, waiting for
what will happen next. As Kyle pushes forward, I say softly to
Timmy, "Push out, Timmy. Let your big brother fuck you."

I watch, not breathing as Kyle's knob starts to disappear and
Timmy draws in his breath sharply. Suddenly his knob disappears
into his brother and then he pauses, not quite sure what he
should do next. I shuffle myself slightly so that I can watch
Timmy's bum-hole, to see it stretching wide to accommodate his
brother's fine young cock. It's one of the sexiest sights I have
ever witnessed. A 10-year-old boy's bottom opened wide to accept
his first cock!

Kyle seems to know to wait rather than thrust all the way in and
I'm grateful for the older boy's sensitivity. A natural desire
not to hurt his young brother seems to have come automatically to
this sensitive boy and it shows him to be the caring person I
always thought that he was. Then he moves slightly to push
forward, inserting another couple of centimetres of cock into the
boy's bum-hole, and he pauses again, waiting for his hole to get
used to it.

He pulls back and pushes forward again, gaining another couple of
centimetres on the inward thrust. Timmy is panting, his hot
breath on my belly as he feels his brother starting to fill up
his bum-hole with each thrust of his sturdy young cock. Kyle
fucks again and the little boy seems to relax a little, allowing
his big brother to penetrate him further.

Timmy is now taking all of his brother's cock and he's started to
wank me again. I can see from my position the cock which fucks
Timmy's bum-hole and it's exciting to say the least. Kyle's balls
swing to and fro as he thrusts inside his little brother and my
fingers fondle his ball-sac, feeling the boy's plums as he works
towards filling the little boy's bottom with sperm. I see the big
tube under Kyle's cock and wait to see it pulse when he delivers
his seed into the boy.

Kyle's panting now, his breathing becoming ragged as his orgasm
is imminent and I take Timmy's dick in my mouth again, hoping I
can make him cum at the same time as his brother cums inside him.
Timmy is wriggling as I suck and I help Kyle to keep the boy
still so that he can be bred. The older boy groans and I look at
the tube under his cock. It's starting to pulse and I know that
Timmy will now receive the first of his brother's spunk.

His body goes rigid as he delivers his first gob of spunk into
the child's bottom, the hot viscous liquid spraying the walls of
the younger boy's rectum. Timmy stops all activity and just stays
still, savouring the feelings of his brother's breeding of him.
He can feel the cock jerk inside him and he experiences for the
first time ever a male making love to him, filling him with
precious seed. It will be something he will always remember.

The cock in his bottom jerks again and again, and the boy feels
each spurt of seed as it splashes inside his rectum. He feels
love now for his brother and my cock has been completely
forgotten by him but I don't mind because this moment is his, his
and his brother's. Kyle's groin is tight against the boy, held
there by his powerful grip which pull the younger boy's hips full
against him so that his cock is as far up inside the young boy as
he can get it.

When the jerking of his cock ceases, Kyle collapses onto his
brother's back and his arms go round the young boy's waist and he
kisses the back of his neck. His lust is finished and now there's
only tenderness, only gentle caresses and kisses for the brother
he has just bred. It's Kyle's tenderness that sets him apart from
his father and I'm briefly jealous of Timmy, envious that he has
such a partner who loves him even after the rutting is finished.

I lift my head and gently kiss Kyle's empty balls, hoping someday
to kiss the balls of someone who actually loves me instead of
just wanting to use me as his fuck-toy. It's then that an idea
pings in my head and I start to imagine how it might be. I
promise myself that I'll follow up this idea soon.

As Kyle's cock begins to soften, it eventually pops out of Timmy
and I wait for the spunk which might ooze out, hoping to catch it
on my tongue. Kyle's cock is there though, hanging down now near
my lips and I take his knob into my mouth and suck on it, tasting
spunk and the juices of Timmy's rectum. He stays there while I
clean him and when I've finished, I push my tongue into Timmy's
gaping bum-hole, licking out all that I can reach.

The young boy gasps as he feels my tongue wriggling inside him
and I wank his stiff dick, hoping that he will cum. And so he
does! He shudders and shakes as he cums, and Kyle watches his
brother tremble, knowing the intense feeling that is overtaking
him and he moves quickly to lie near him. The boy feels Kyle kiss
his cheek and he turns his head so that his brother can kiss his
lips. I don't move because I don't want to disturb their moment
of happiness.

Once it's all over, Timmy rolls off me and the brothers lie side
by side, facing each other. I watch as their arms go around each
other and they hug, each fondling the back and bottom of the
other. They look so cute together.

My cock is still hard and I have to masturbate so I do, there in
the bathroom while they watch me together. Their eyes are fixed
on my cock as I stroke myself and they watch, waiting to see my
adult spunk shoot out. Having an audience excites me and it spurs
me on so I move closer so that they can watch me close up. A
nasty thought occurs to me and I move to stand over them, my legs
open so that they can see my balls and bum-hole.

When I'm about to cum, my breathing becomes harder and I start to
moan. They watch with wide eyes as my cock jerks and the spunk
begins to shoot, splattering on their chests and on Kyle's neck.
When the jerking has finished, Timmy looks closely at the small
pool of seed that has gathered on his brother's chest, running a
fingertip through it and then rubbing it between thumb and
forefinger. Then he smells it and finally, tentatively, tastes
it, seeming not to find it at all unpleasant.

The boys watch as I kneel down next to them and begin to lick up
my spunk from their bodies before it has chance to go cold. It
tastes just like always and I wonder briefly if I will ever get
the chance to taste Kyle's boy-cum straight from his young cock
or even Timmy's when he gets old enough to make it. I leave them
then to continue cuddling each other while I dress myself and go
back downstairs.




Several days later and I still can't get out of my head the image
of the two boys making love. I want Kyle but I'm nervous about
how to go about getting him. His gentleness with his brother has
impressed me so much and I want to share the same with him.
Timmy's in bed and I'm sitting next to Kyle on the settee,
wearing a robe because I'm planning on taking a shower soon.

"You're hard, Kyle," I say, noticing his bulge in his underpants
and stating the obvious.

"Yes, it was something on TV while you were putting Timmy to
bed."

I look at the screen and it's porn, MY porn. He's playing a video
where one man sits upright on a settee and another fucks his
mouth while kneeling astride him. With the camera held low and
from behind, the thick cock and big swinging balls fill the
screen, and all we see of the man who is sucking the erect cock
is his chin and mouth. It's one of my favourites and I hid it
well so how come Kyle found it?

I'm going to give him a lecture about respecting privacy but my
eyes are on the screen and I see from the corner of my eye that
Kyle is touching his cock over his underpants. Suddenly the
crotch of the boy beside me is far more interesting than what is
on the screen. When I put my hand over his, he pulls his hand
away and suddenly I'm stroking the bulge for him and his
attention is still on the screen.

As I stroke his hard meat, my cock also stiffens and I want to
wank myself but I don't want to let go of the boy's cock in case
he changes his mind about me playing with it. The shape and size
of his cock is now clear to see in the underpants which have
become tight due to his erection and I am unable to tear my eyes
away. He's a man now, not a kid, and I want him desperately.

"Can I take these off?" I whisper and he nods, not even glancing
at me.

Kneeling at his feet, I take the waistband of his underpants and
draw them down his thighs and he lifts his bottom so that I can
pull them all the way down and off his feet. I'm kneeling at his
feet, a place of subservience, and he's not taking any notice of
me. 'He's just like his dad!' I think to myself. 'The same
indifference.'

His cock is erect, a fine specimen of boy-cock, and, looking up
into his face, I kiss his knob and lick gently around it. I can
see he's enjoying my lips and tongue but he still doesn't
acknowledge me. Salty pre-cum is seeping from his pee-slit and I
lick it up greedily, keeping it in my mouth. When I take his
shaft into my mouth, his eyes half-close and his hands reach out
and pull my head further into his crotch. He's forcing me to take
more cock than I'm comfortable with but it seems not to concern
him.

"Take your robe off and sit on the settee." His soft voice is not
commanding but it does sound confident. It's his father's tone,
the tone which tells me what to do without any possibility of my
refusal. Reluctantly I leave the stiff boy-cock and do as he
says, revealing my hard cock, the sign of my arousal. I throw my
robe off and sit down, waiting to discover what he wants me to
do.

He kneels on the settee, straddling me, and I'm not surprised
when his knob touches my lips. He wants me to do the same as the
man in the porn film. When I look up into his eyes, he stares at
me but doesn't say anything. Like his father, he just looks at me
until I do what I know he expects. I have no control over him and
he knows it. He has me where he wants me and I'm sure he will use
me in the same cavalier fashion that his dad does. My
acquiescence is no longer a doubt in his mind... or mine. This
15-year-old boy is dominating me and he knows it only too well.

When I open my lips slightly, he pushes forward, forcing in the
cock that he knows I will gratefully suck. He's won and I've
lost. I suck his shaft, licking the sensitive part just under the
knob, and he pushes harder, making me gag a little. When I look
up into is face, he's smiling but there's no pity there. He moves
his hips back and forth, and I try to move so that he doesn't
choke me but he persists and I feel his knob closing off my
airway. My look of panic does not worry him unduly and when he
pulls back, I think I have been reprieved but I'm mistaken. He
pushes hard again and I have to learn quickly how to breathe
between the thrusts of his youthful cock as he sets the pace.
He's in charge, not me. I have to adapt to what he wants. Just
like I do with his dad.

He fucks my mouth for a couple of minutes and I'm just getting
into the rhythm that he's set when he stops and pulls his cock
from my mouth.

"Turn over," he says, confident now that I'll do as I'm told. I
know what comes next and I kneel on the settee, my bottom in the
air and my head down on the seat. He studies my bottom for a few
seconds and then spits on my hole. When his fingers gather the
saliva, he pushes two into me and it hurts. I wince but he
ignores me, pushing harder until his digits are firmly embedded
inside me. My eyes are filled with tears from the pain he has
caused me but he doesn't seem inclined to want to know.

He spits again on my hole and then stands on the settee, bending
his knees so that his cock is aligned with my sore bum-hole. His
knob is moved around the saliva to gather it for use as
lubrication when he fucks me and I realise that he has got this
position from watching my porn film. As I feel his knob touch my
anus, I do the only thing I can to avoid more pain and I push out
as he pushes forward his youthful hips to mount me.

His knob slides into me and I feel relief that it didn't hurt as
much as I expected. It's short-lived though because as he pushes
his lovely cock harder into me, it's journey into my rectum is
creating a friction which I begin to find unbearable.

"Please, Kyle, it's hurting! Please use some lubricant!" I beg
and he stops his movement, obviously considering my plea.

He pulls out of me then and says simply, "Go and find some."
Naked, I head swiftly to the bathroom and return to him, KY jelly
in hand, and begin to coat his boy-cock liberally with the cold
jelly. While I do this, I'm on my knees and he's looking down at
me, no doubt reflecting that I am in my rightful place. I squeeze
the tube into my bum-hole, directing the nozzle so that the walls
of my rectum will be protected from the assault that is to begin
again.

Putting the tube to one side, I take up my position again with my
bottom in the air and Kyle stands on the settee again in order to
mount me. There is no foreplay, no kissing or words of love. He
grips my hips tight and thrusts his boy-cock into me and I sigh
as it hits that golden spot. He's hitting my prostate and giving
me the most exciting feelings.

I can hear his heavy breathing as he long-dicks me and the
occasional, "Ugh ugh," each time his groin bangs against my
buttocks. He thrusts hard, and now there is no pain, I am basking
in his use of me. 'Yes, Kyle! Use me! Fuck me, Kyle!' I cry
silently. My thoughts are silently wishing for this to never end,
for him to use me as the slut I am. 'Look, dear brother! See what
your son is doing to me!' I think and I wonder what my brother
would say if he were to walk in now and catch me allowing myself
to be so willingly used by his son.

Kyle's panting now and I know that he's close to cumming. Will he
cum in my arse or will he make me swallow his spunk? In seconds,
I will know the answer. He's moaning and his cock is ramming my
bottom so hard that it's forcing my face harder into the settee.
It's rutting; it's animalistic and I want to cry out how happy he
makes me.

"Breed me, Kyle! Pump your spunk in me!" My outburst takes me by
surprise but it galvanises the boy who's mating me and when I
hear him groan and feel his cock expand inside me, I stay still
as his cock jerks. Each pulse of his cock shoots gobs of his
fertile spunk into me and I feel strangely content that I have
been chosen to receive his seed, to have him breed me so
magnificently.

He collapses over my back, his arms around my waist, and he holds
me so tight that I won't escape receiving all of his potent
sperm. I stay perfectly still as his spunk keeps spraying the
walls of my rectum, even though I want to kiss him and tell him
how happy I am that he chose me for his seed. Suddenly I feel his
lips kiss my neck, tender and gentle, and I'm confused. Have I
misjudged him?

When the jerking of his cock inside me finally ends, he's still
kissing my neck. His full weight is on my back but I don't want
him to move; I just want his kissing to continue. My insides are
warm with his spunk and I don't want it any other way. I'll give
myself to him gladly in the future; do anything to make him
happy. I have a feeling that he will find much for me to do.

After five minutes, he's had enough and he withdraws his soft
cock from me, standing on the floor to examine his new property
and watching some of his sperm begin to ooze from my still gaping
bum-hole. When he puts two fingers inside me, I know what will
happen and I turn my head, ready to receive the spunk-laden
fingers into my mouth. He feeds me the spunk and I lick his
fingers clean, and then he takes my hand to lead me from the
settee.

Once I'm on the floor, I sink to my knees before him and take his
soft spunky cock into my mouth and do my duty. I pull back his
foreskin and lick diligently, removing all signs of spunk and
lubricant. His balls too require oral cleansing and I do it
gladly, taking each ball into my mouth to give him pleasure. When
all is clean, he says I have to wash him and I follow him to the
shower.

He just stands there while I wash him; I've now become his body
servant. This will be the future for me now but I'm quite looking
forward to it. Once I have washed and dried him, I have to go
back into the shower to wash myself and try to remove his spunk
from my bottom before his dad comes home. His father must not
suspect that I've cheated on him with his son.

Later that night, my brother is forcing his cock into me and I
spot that Kyle is watching us again. When his father says, "Your
arse is slippery tonight, John. Have you been using lubricant to
get ready for me?" and he laughs, not altogether kindly.

I look at Kyle who smiles back at me. 'Oh Frank!' I think. 'You
have no idea!'

END




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