Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 15:03:28 +0100
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: Baby-sitting My Brother's Sons (MM, Mb, Mbb)

		      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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