Date: Wed, 1 Jul 2015 13:57:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: Putting On A Show

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*****

"Dude, I got an idea," I said, setting my phone down on the bathroom
counter. Sam looked at me, still brushing his teeth, but from the grin on
my face, he knew I was up to no good.

"What are you doing, Richie?" he said after spitting the toothpaste
out. But I think he knew. We'd kind of playfully tossed the idea back and
forth last night - playfully talking, sprawled out on his bed, naked and
still sweating, digging the post-fuck haze we'd sunk into. We were
half-joking about it, but the more we went back and forth, the more that
great big cock of his stirred. By the time he was replanting it inside my
still-dripping hole, it was all we could talk about it - showing him what
we did. How deep we went. How hot things were between us. Letting him see
us at our very best.

I adjusted the angle, hit the Record button, then turned to my big brother
with that grin as I unknotted the towel from my waist. His eyes raked up
and down my college-kid body, and I saw that bulge in his trunks growing as
he wiped his lips clean, a wicked grin of his own now as he pulled me into
his big hot body and kissed me with a searing, deep intensity.

We took turns sucking on each other's cocks, not exactly playing it up for
the camera - our brother sex was hot enough as it was - and my cock got so
hard when Sam bent me over the vanity and ate my tight ass out, it actually
bumped the screen, leaving a smear of precum all over the little lens. We
laughed, kissing again, the taste of my fresh, clean ass thick on my big
brother's tongue as he kissed me deep and long. I swiped my pre off the
phone and slowly fed it to him, our eyes locked with a quiet, heated
intensity. Then he manhandled me right back into the shower for more.

We put on a hell of a show, the water streaming down our muscled bro bodies
as we locked together, looking over at the camera from time to time as Sam
plowed me deep, hips slapping against mine, our moans and grunts and kisses
echoing off the tile.  When he wrapped his big hand round my thick,
throbbing cock and began that expert stroke of his, I knew we were about to
deliver a big finale.

"Come on, baby brother," he growled loud enough for the mic to pick
up. "Cum for me. Cum for him. Let's show Dad how close his boys really
are."

I started to blast and blast, creaming all over the tile in front of me,
and with a deep growl, Sam thrust once, twice, three times, and
shot. Cumming up inside me again, cumming with his little brother, cumming
for our Dad in this kinky little fuckshow.

I thought he might come to his senses, be the sensible big bro he always
had been, and insist I delete the video. But he was the one who strode
naked and proud, that still-half-hard cock slapping between his powerful
thighs, over to the phone. I watched him fiddle with the screen, suddenly
nervous as hell. The little messaging thing went "Bing!" and I knew it was
too late now. He grinned at me as he came back to the shower, meeting my
mouth for another of his awe-inspiring kisses.

"You're a hot, kinky little fucker, baby bro," he growled between
liplocks. "I love the shit out of you, you crazy little bastard."

Half an hour later, we were making out lazily on his big couch, naked and
throbbing but taking our time, when my phone buzzed with an incoming
message. Dad had replied. We shot each other a look, nervous as little kids
now, as we waited for his response video to load.