My brother is cooking dinner tonight, and I arrived home to find him busy in the kitchen. “How long until it’s ready?” I asked. “Half an hour, I reckon. Why, are you too hungry to wait? I could fix you a snack” “Yeah. Famished. But don’t worry about food. I can wait for that. Just hold the position. There’s something else I’m going to eat.” I fell to my knees and smothered my face in his cotton clad ass, sniffing him deep, thrilled by his scent. Then the briefs were pulled down and I took another taste of my favourite meal. Half an hour later, having gorged myself, I pulled away and pulled out my dick. “Fuck the food. I’m need to fuck you. Turn the oven off and let it stay warm. We can eat sometime later.” Much later as it happens. Once I got my cock inside that big muscle ass, there was no way it was coming back out for a while. And when it did finally emerge coated in spunk, it was still hard and hungry for more. It’s always the way when I fuck my brother - once is never enough.
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I’ve seen that look many times before. Dad’s pretending to be annoyed that I’ve come to his room as soon as Mum has driven off. He’ll tell me to go away, and I’ll plead with him to let me stay. As always he’ll relent, saying this will be the last time. And as it’s the last time, we’ll really go for it - Dad fucking me for hours in all manner of positions. The pretence that this is the end adds fire to the passion. But it’s never the end. I’ll be here again tomorrow, seeing that expression, thrilled to the core knowing what’s going to happen. We’re twins but not identical. Different from each other in so many ways, which is lucky, because it means we’re so well matched. I work in an office where I’m the boss. But that all changes around my brother. He’s naturally bigger in every department and was always the one in charge. I was happy with that, as he never used his greater size to bully me. He was my protector and I loved him for that. So when our relationship turned sexual, the roles came easily, my brother being the totally dominant one, with me as his passive bottom slut who happily worships every part of his body. Dad knows me too well and has taken precaution. He knows I love to lick his hairy pits, which is what he is clearly after as an opened for our next bout of family fun. But I can never resist the sight of his cock, and end up losing focus if it is on display, gravitating south to give it a suck. So he’s covered it up, which is mildly annoying, but it will prove amusing when that towel starts tenting, and make it all the more delicious when he decides to move my head down to adoringly worship it with my mouth. Doesn’t Dad look cute, catching a few rays and relaxing on this sunny weekend. And he’ll carry on relaxing for a while as I set about licking all that manly brawn. I’ll start with than nicely swollen bicep, then move down to his hairy pit. The chest will get plenty of attention, with me licking every part of those furry pecs and gently chew on each of the nipples. The hairy stomach will get licked as well, but I’ll probably be in rush my then. His cock will be solid by this point and I won’t be able to resist feasting on it - first through the lycra, and then getting it out along with his balls. The package will be given all that it deserves before I claim my reward, mounting Dad and riding his cock to mutual climax. He’ll blow his load inside me and I’ll fire my all over that manly torso. Then I’ll lick it off and feed it to Dad while his cock is still inside me. He won’t go soft. He never does after only one climax. What he will do is rouse himself and take control. Relaxing is good, but building up a sweat shafting his son is much more fun. Unlucky for some, but not for me. That’s my son wearing the No. 13 shirt. And as you can see, there’s nothing beneath - his beautiful ass totally bare, as it always is when I come home from work. He’s looking over his shoulder as I enter to room, eager to catch a sight of my dick as I whip the solid member out. The temptation is there to ram it right up, which I know the horny young pup would like, but first I’m going to give him a proper look of his favourite piece of meat. I’ll present it to his face and he can give it a suck before I give him the first fuck of the evening. As you can imagine, I was more than happy when Dad suggested Uncle Sam taught me to sail during our summer holiday. The sailing itself didn’t interest me, but Uncle Sam’s hunky body certainly did. And as luck would have it, I got to see even more of his body when we took a break at a secluded beach where Uncle Sam gave me some other lessons that Dad would not have approved of. I’ve just arrived home and it looks like the old boy is fast asleep on the balcony. But I know he’s pretending. Just look at that pose, offering up so much. He knows fine well I won’t be able to resist. Of course he’ll carry on pretending as I feast on his body, and only ‘wake up’ as I make him come. Then he’ll punish me for taking advantage, which normally involves a bare ass spanking and then a good hard shafting to teach me a lesson. It would appear that my son has finished the chore, and having washed Daddy’s car, he expects his reward. It’s a weekly routine and I always oblige him, first fucking him from behind bent over the bonnet, then taking the clothes fully off and flicking him over to screw him spread-eagled face to face. Now that I’ve left school, Dad has taken the view I should do more around the house, and the first extra chore is to bring him coffee in the morning. Well here I am with a cup in hand, a massive smile on my face, and a boner forming in my pants to match the morning glory my father is sporting. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you, Dad?’ I ask as I gaze at the splendour on show. ‘Yeah. Put the coffee down and get your ass over here. You’re old enough now for Daddy to screw it, but first you can show me what you can do with your mouth.’ |
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May 2020
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