Braden's pov - Friday Night
My brother is careless, a little irresponsible and pretty reckless. He's a good man though, I think. But when it comes to women, he's trouble. At just 23, Nathan already has two kids from two different women and he just told us that now his most recent ex is expecting. He moved back in with Dad and I a few months ago due to all the child support he's paying out. Now with another baby on the way, his finances are going to be absolutely depleted.
I'm just a freshman in college, still living at home since I can easily commute to campus. My dad and I down-sized to a two bedroom townhouse style apartment a few years ago after Nathan moved out. Since we got a smaller place and have one less bedroom now, Nathan and I have to share a room. It's been an adjustment, that's for sure.
Dads not too happy about still supporting his two grown kids but he supports my educational goals and doesn't give me too much grief about it. However, he's not too happy with Nathan's actions and this recent news he dropped on us sure pissed him off.
"What the hell are we supposed to do, Nathan?!" My dad raises his voice upon hearing the news. "We're already scraping by on the bare minimum. You're not in these womens lives for a long time but you somehow manage to knock 'em up quick enough. You have no relationship with those kids you already have. What's your plan this time?"
"Uh, I don't know, I guess the court will decide again." Nathan's laissez-faire attitude does nothing to ease dad's stresses.
"Damnit Nathan, you can't keep doing this. You need to make an appointment to get a vasectomy, this is getting out of hand. Can't you at least wear a damn condom?" My dad tried offering a solution to prevent this from happening a fourth time.
Nathan laughs. "No way, I can't do that, a condom takes all the pleasure out of it. I'm going out with the guys tonight but I'll try not to knock up whoever I end up with." He smirks, sure of the stud he is and being able to take home any lucky lady he set his eyes on.
"Like hell you are, you're not leaving this house to run rampant and make more babies to neglect. You're grounded." My dad puts his foot down, trying to prevent another unexpected surprise caused by Nathan's bad decisions.
"You can't ground me, dad. I'm 23." Nathan crosses his arms in defiance.
I sit back, watching the conversation pinball back and forth between my big brother and my dad. I just needed some popcorn to solidify this grade A after school special.
Nathan's always been a rowdy handful, causing chaos and attracting attention. I followed rules and stayed in my lane, I saw his mistakes and did the opposite. Regardless, I still looked up to him in admiration and thought he was the coolest guy.
"So long as you live under my roof, you're gonna follow my rules. I'm making a new one, you're not to fuck another chick so long as you live here." Dad says seriously as he tries to set some boundaries for his oldest son.
"Woah, what the fuck. That's insane, I can't not have sex. I'll go crazy. I'm young and I need to cum, it's unhealthy if I get backed up. Science, dad." Nathan was never great at science, or school in general, so attempting to make a scientific claim was a bit of a stretch on his part.
"Well, that's the way it's gotta be, at least until you get a vasectomy. You're not gonna make me a grandpa for a fourth time." My dad's word was final. He set the rules and we had to follow them. He's never been unreasonable but this new rule was a little extreme.
"What the fuck." Nathan was at a loss for words, there was no way he was going to be able to go through with this. My dad walks out of the room and leaves Nathan there to contemplate his thoughts. Moving out was out of the question, he barely had enough for drinks, food and gas after all the child support payments.
Nathan's always been the cool jock type, never having had a problem scoring a chick or getting a date. Me, on the other hand, have had neither so far. Growing up, watching Nathan have so much confidence and so much luck, I was in awe. And I always felt so other, so alone.
He looks over at me "Can you believe that shit, Braden?"
I just shrug my shoulders and return to reading my book. I've never had sex and I'm doing just fine, sorta. I couldn't really empathize with his situation when mine was the complete opposite.
"What the hell am I going to do?" He mumbles to himself, dumbfounded.
Against dads words, my brother still went out that night, after dad and I called it a night and went to bed. See, Nathans an absolute stud, he stands at 6"2' with broad shoulders, a tight stomach and strong legs. He spends a lot of his free time at the gym when he's not working or knocking up his next ex. So of course he never has problems attracting attention.
He takes after my dad who has similar features, although dad's a little more rugged and stands a little taller. These two guys I spend most of my time with are absolute studs, I couldn't help but compare myself to them. I must've gotten my physique from my mom. I'm only 5"5' with golden hair that's grown out past my shoulders, still have chubby cheeks and my bodies still soft. I'm not fat or anything, I just have a plump butt and for some reason my chest looks a little heavy. My stomachs small though, the fat on my body just seems to go where it normally would on a chick; hips and chest. If I wear clothes big enough I can usually hide it, so I don't mind drowning in fabric. You won't catch me at a pool or changing in a locker room, that's for sure.
I woke up around 2 AM and couldn't fall back asleep so I turned a lamp on and opened a book to read instead of tossing and turning waiting for sleep to return. I was laying on my stomach in my bed, shirtless, when Nathan finally stumbled back home. He plopped down on his bed which was across the room from where mine was. We're mostly accustomed to sharing a room at this point and not driving each other too crazy. If I wasn't awake already, the sounds of his return sure would've woke me up. We quickly acknowledge each other, both knowing the potential trouble he'd be in if dad found out he was out all night. I get up to go to the bathroom, a little self conscious as I'm not usually shirtless unless I'm home alone.
"Dang bro, I never noticed your tits before. When did those come in?" My drunk brother slurs out the words.
"Shut up Nathan, you know they're not tits." I say defensively as I move my hands to try to cover myself up.
"Hey hey, I don't mean to make fun, I'm genuinely curious. I've seen a lot of boobs in my time and yours are better than a lot of 'em. Not too big, just a nice handful. Come here." He reaches for my arm and pulls me closer, I feel the fat on my chest jiggle as he pulls me to him. He's sitting on his bed so my chest is right at his eye level. I tried to squeeze my arms to hide them, but that just squeezed them together and made them look bigger. I was more than a little embarrassed, mortified more like it.
"Damn bro, look at these things. Is that why you're always wearing those oversized tees, trying to hide these puppies? You need to free 'em for the world to see." Nathan then reaches up and softly tweaks each nipple and I involuntarily gasp and slightly moan when he next cups each breast.
"Holy shit bro, these feel great. Do you ever play with them?" He asks, seeming interested.
"Nathan, you're just making fun of me, now stop." I try to step back but he grabs my arm to keep me there as his other hand is still massaging a tit.
"No Braden, really. These things feel awesome, man. Fuck." He places his other hand back on my tit and resumes the massage as he closes his eyes. "You feel really fucking good in my hands. I can pretend you're the hottest babe at the bar tonight and it feels like the real thing. I struck out tonight, Brady, that never happens. I had to leave before anything could happen, dad's stupid rule kept nagging at me in the back of my mind. There was this total babe in a red dress that showed her cleavage off real nice, feeling you up right now is what I'd imagine it feel like if I got to play with her tits." With his eyes closed he's alternating between tweaking my nipples and squeezing my fat chest. It was so uncomfortable but also kind of turning me on.
Hearing him talk like this and show appreciation to my body in a way I've never known before had an effect on my cock, I was trying not to get a boner but I lost the battle and my tiny nub was a rock hard chub. Not that he'll be able to tell, on top of having huge tits and ass for a guy, I was also cursed with a pitiful excuse for a penis. No larger than 4 inches at my hardest but that might be a bit of an embellishment as I've never actually measured.
Panicking, I shrug him off, push past him and head to the bathroom and make a mental note to put a shirt on before Nathan gets up in the morning.
"Alright goodnight, you little tease." Nathan says as he turns out the light and crawls into his own bed. His own massive erection clearly outlined down the left leg of his boxers. By the time I return from the bathroom, he's passed out.
I tried to return to my book but I found myself staring at the same paragraph while my mind kept replaying the scene of what just happened.
I couldn't help but touch myself as I relive the feeling of Nathan's hands on me. I turn out the light and lay back in bed and as I have one hand playing with my dick, the other ones playing with my nipples. I've never played with them before but Nathan introduced me to a world of sensations I didn't know existed.
I lower my hand from my little nub to rub my taint and then lower to play with my soft, smooth asshole. I rub around the outer rim a few circles, venturing an area of my body I never thought to explore before. It felt good feeling up my tiny, tight rosebud.
I start to apply more pressure and I slide a finger in easy enough and after a few internal strokes, a second soon follows. Deeper and deeper I feel my fingers slide in and out of me, past the second knuckle until I rub my internal love button, imagining my fingers were Nathan's. That he was still admiring my soft skin, squeezing my tits, as he called them, and moaning with pleasure.
As I explore my body I listen to Nathan's deep breathing and for the first time imagine what it'd be like if we shared a bed, not just a room. If, when we fell asleep at night, our bodies mingled and our breathing got quicker and we came together as if I was one of his bimbos he knocked up so frequently. With the fingers of one hand still sliding in and out of my tight hole, and my other hand still pinching my nipples, my pace quickens and I came at that thought. More pleasurably than I can remember ever cuming, I release without inhibitions at the thought of my stud brother touching me, fucking me.
Lost in thoughts of us, my breathing slows down as I relish in the satisfying, post orgasmic bliss, I've never thought of my brother sexually but now I wish I hadn't been so quick to push him off earlier.
Dad's pov - Saturday morning
What the hell am I going to do? I can't have Nathan running loose around town, procreating every few months with zero intention of settling down or helping out. He's a good, kind man but lately his cocks been making all the wrong decisions for him. I can't blame him really, I was just as horny at his age, but I had his mom and she was just as insatiable as I was. I'm surprised we only ended up with two kids, we were only together for five years in our early twenties and I think we fucked every day of those five years.
As much as Nathan resembles me, Braden gets his looks from his mother. Same golden hair, pouty lips and short stature. Nearly indistinguishable from behind. When he's in the kitchen making a sandwich or something at the counter, it's almost like seeing a ghost from my past. Same wide hips, which have really filled out the past couple of years.
Braden never got into sports or any activities, never was physically inclined like his brother and I. He opted for less strenuous activities; gaming, snacking, reading. His physique matches his lifestyle. I'll watch him play his games sometimes, I especially enjoy it if he's laying on his stomach, his oversized glutes jutting up into the air, barely contained by the seat of his pants.
Blessed in the booty, just like his mother. The only time I miss her is when I see Braden and the only thing I miss about her is that fat ass and how it jiggled and slapped against my thighs. She would love when I'd pound her with deep strokes in and out of her ass while she rubbed on her clit til we both came. We were loud about it too, we couldn't help it. She might be a shit person but she was a hell of a good lay.
I'm sitting at the table shirtless, eating breakfast and reading the paper when Braden walks in, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Good morning bud." I greet him and open an arm for a hug. He walks towards me and leans into me as we embrace. Nathan grew out of affection but Braden still doesn't mind a hug or a peck from his old man every now and then. "How'd you sleep?" I ask as I kiss his cheek.
"Good as possible seeing as how Nathan came home drunk and stumbling again." Braden responds a little groggily, turning away to pour himself a bowl of cereal. He's wearing a loose tee and baggy sweats, his usual house clothes. As usual, I couldn't help but admire his ass as he gently shakes out some cereal and his ass slightly jiggles right along.
"Yeah, that kid, I tell ya. I gotta come up with a way to set him straight but he's an adult now. You both are. I guess my parenting days are over but there's gotta be something I can do. I've been contemplating the options but nothing seems plausible." I rack my brain trying to figure out how to get Nathan to stop being so irresponsible.
"Don't beat yourself up about it dad. You're right, Nathan is an adult and is responsible for his actions. He'll wise up eventually." Braden has always been a sweetheart, even when his brother can be a careless dick, Braden still wants the best for him.
"Look at you, how'd you grow up to be so smart?" I get up to give him a bigger hug and kiss him on his forehead.
"I have a smart dad. You'll figure something out." Braden reassures me. I feel him breathe deep as we embrace, his hands rubbing my lower back as my chest hair tickles his face. He feels good in my arms and he seems to enjoy it as well as he nuzzles into my chest. He looks up at me and smiles and I smile back before kissing his forehead again. "I love you, dad."
"I love you too Brady." We continue to embrace, just standing there, enjoying the closeness of each other as I rub his back. Eventually I step back and smile. "I'll have to talk to him later after I come up with something. What are your plans for the day?"
"Same as usual, homework and video games." He laughs a little at the monotony, not bothered by his simple schedule in the slightest.
"No hot date tonight?" I playfully ask but I already know the answer, it never changes.
"Ha ha dad, of course not." He rolls his eyes and slightly smiles to cover up any true disappointment he may feel about it.
"I got one son that fucks too much and one that doesn't at all." I laugh at the irony and notice Braden fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm just teasing ya, I'm proud of you, ya know. Its okay to wait, it'll make it that much more meaningful when you finally do trust somebody enough to take it there. I just hope you find it before your retirement." I rib him a bit, trying to keep the mood light. Braden's a catch and someday he'll be appreciated when somebody takes the time to get to know him.
"Dad come on, I'm only 18. It's gonna happen eventually, besides I'm not really anyone's type." I notice he says anyone as opposed to any girl, he has yet to come out to me yet but I've had my suspicions and the wifi history provided confirmation.
"What do you talk? You're a stud. You may not look like your brother and I but you look great in your own way, no doubt." I reassure him.
"I don't know about that." It made me sad to see Braden so down, my sweet baby boy, my youngest son.
That's when the gears started turning..
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Nathan's pov
I roll over, hungover as fuck and check the time on my phone. It's almost noon, can't really sleep much later without my dad bugging me about it. Ahh damn, I always wake up so horny. I never have an issue emptying my nuts, day or night there's always some hot chick willing and waiting to take my load. I never had to put too much effort into it, it comes easy to me. It looks like it'll be a different story here on our since my dad grounded me like I'm some stupid kid or something. I gotta get my dick wet, it's a God given right.
I slowly sit up and swing my legs over the bed, fighting the hangover induced vertigo and stretch my arms up and feel the pull of my muscles. I'm not massive but my 6"2' frame carries 220 lbs of lean muscle every lady is fond of and gym bros are always asking me for workout tips.
I get up and walk out of my room in just my boxers, I sleep shirtless and don't mind walking around the house in next to nothing. Gotta be comfortable. I relieve myself in the bathroom, even flaccid my dick is six inches, gaining another two when I'm hard. I've never had a complaint in the bedroom, I know how to make a chick climax. I can feel it when she squeezes on me, hear it in the way she breaths. God damn, just thinking about it is making me horny. I didn't get off last night and I definitely can't go 2 nights with a sack full of cum, screw the rules, I gotta find a babe tonight.
I leave the bathroom and walk down the hall, Braden's sitting on the couch watching TV in large, loose shirt and sweats. I'm recalling a vague memory from last night, I think he was still awake when I got home but I couldn't tell you what we talked about.
"Morning Braden, what are you watching?" I ask as I walk into the living room.
"Nothing that would peak your interest." He replies, almost condescendingly.
"Oh yeah? Try me." I walk over to the couch where he's sitting and plop down next to him.
"It's a world history show but the lady who does the interviews asks dumb questions and acts aloof. It's pretty funny." He smiles as he responds, clearly entertained by the show.
I pretend to snort, snore and drop my head as if I'm falling asleep. "actually bud, I think you were right about me not being interested." I rub his head, playfully mussing his hair.
"Don't be a dick." He pouts as a result of me sucking the enjoyment out of his entertainment.
"What'd you say little bro?" I lean over him and start to tickle him, teasing the sides of his rib cage, making him laugh uncontrollably. As I'm touching his body, I recall glimpses of last night and remember Braden was shirtless.
"Okay okay, I give. I take it back." He says between fits of laughter. The smile lights up his face making me smile as well.
"That's what I thought." I sit back down and have to adjust myself a bit, touching Braden had me a little hardened. Man I was gonna be in for a really hard time if I can't get off everyday.
Dad enters the living room a little bit later, "Well look who decided to join the land of the living. Hungover, Nathan?"
"A little bit, it'll wear off." I reply shortly, still mad about the punishment.
"Here, have a breakfast beer, it'll help you recover a bit." He tosses a can at me.
"Oh hell yeah, thanks pops." Okay that helped lessen my anger a bit. I pop the top and take a fat swig of it, offering the can to Braden I ask if he wants a sip, already knowing the answer.
"Gross, no thank you." He crinkles his nose in response.
"Alright, don't say I never tried to do anything nice for you." I tease him but Braden just rolls his eyes and returns to watching his show. I put my arm around the back of the couch, just behind Brady. The unwashed smell of my underarm wafts in the air between us. Not an offensive odor, just the smell of a man. "So what's up, you got a reason for these beers or are we just enjoying a nice and lazy Saturday?"
"Well actually, I need to talk to you about your situation." Dad exclaims.
"You came to your senses about my grounding and realized you can't ground a grown man?" I try to laugh it off, hoping jokes could make the serious situation go away.
"Yes. And no. I just need to make some amendments. And Braden, this actually concerns you as well." Dad says as he sits in the recliner next to us.
"Me? How? I'm not in trouble now too, am I?" Braden was surprised to be involved in the conversation. I don't recall him ever getting in trouble growing up, he's always been a perfect kid.
"No, no. Of course not, nothing like that. But I am going to need your help in keeping your Brother on the straight and narrow,." Dad says.
"Okay... How do you mean? How could I help?" Braden asks, still unsure of what he could do to help keep me in line.
"Yeah, dad. What are you talking about?" I have no idea where he's going with this either.
"Well, this morning I had a thought that you both kind of balance each other out. Nathan, you have too much sex and it's getting you into trouble and Braden, well, I don't know if you've even had your first kiss yet." My dad starts to say. My little bro, the freshman virgin.
"Daaad.. That's embarrassing." I can't help but laugh a little at my brother's expense. His innocence was cute but annoying at times and now that he's in college, it's about time he grows out of some of it.
"And well, we need to keep Nathan out of trouble and maybe you could help out in that area and also get a little help yourself. What I'm thinking is a little unconventional and taboo but mutually beneficial. Nathan, I need you to try and go at least a year without knocking somebody else up and to quit having sex altogether is not only cruel but honestly impossible, especially for you. That's where your brother comes in. Braden, I need you to be there for your brother. He's desperately going to need your help over the next year." Dad states, expanding on my punishment he started yesterday.
"Dad, what are you talking about about?" Braden's voice was a little tense with concern.
"Yeah, what the hell do you mean?" I wasn't sure what kind of help Braden could provide.
"Sometimes a difficult problem needs an unconventional solution. To put it plainly, Braden, you're going to need to be a pussy for your brother." Dad blurts out before he can think too much about it and change his mind.
The shock of the proposition had my brother and I both stunned into silence. Neither of us spoke or even blinked for a couple seconds. Here we were, a room full of straight guys and my dad was recommending we start having gay sex.
My dad wants me to fuck my brother. I was confused. I slowly turned to look over at my brother and he looks mortified, like a deer caught in headlights, trying to understand what was going on.
"Braden, did you hear me? You're going to need to keep your brother's balls drained, consider it your new chore. It's probably the most important one, to keep this family afloat. We can't financially afford to bring another life into this world, again, and it's up to you to prevent that from happening." Dad rationalizes his stance, still sounding insane to me.
Braden is at a loss for words and can barely mutter out a "Wha- hu- but, dad..".
"I know. It sounds strange and it might be uncomfortable but I'm really asking for your help here, I just can't think of another way. What do you say bud, for me?" My dad pleads to my brother, asking him to be a willing hole for me to bust my nut in.
This was the craziest fucking morning, I just woke up and this is not what I expected to wake up to. Was I getting hard at the thought of this? Would I be able to get behind this idea? Was I already ready to get behind my brother and pound his lights out? A hole is a hole and now I'm wondering how tight and warm Braden's is. I look over at him to see him mulling it over, was he going to be okay with this?
"Uh, I umm, I guess? I've never done anything like this before. You're right dad, I've never even been kissed." He shyly looked at his hands, which he was anxiously interlocking together. I decided then to protect my baby brother, the last thing I'd want to do is hurt him.
I place my hand under his chin so that he can look at me and tell him "Hey, Brady look at me. I don't want to hurt you. I'd never hurt you, you know that right?" He slightly nods. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to but I think Dad might be on to something with this crazy idea. What do you say, wanna give it a try? For me?" He looks at me with wet, terrified eyes and nods. I smile at him and tentatively close the distance between us with my mouth on his.
I kiss him, slightly, tenderly at first. Then deeper as I breath him in and move my hand to the back of his neck. I never wanted to kiss a guy before, definitely never thought of kissing my brother, at least not like lovers do, but here I was and I was starting to get really into it.
I slightly open my mouth and our tongues touch. Braden was hesitant and timid but I was secure in my movements and surprisingly, I was really enjoying this. I breath him in as I move my hand to cup his tit, really starting to enjoy the feel of them. Feeling him up, I start to remember glimpses from the night before. Oh shit, I already did this. Even before my dad recommended this, I was already feeling my little bro up. That's why it was easy to want this, subconsciously I already did.
As our mouths separate I realize how hard I am, I smile at him knowing I just might like this plan and Braden might need it more than he realizes.
Braden's pov
Holy shit that was hot. My first kiss, finally. I mean yeah it was essentially a pity kiss from my brother but it felt amazing regardless.
As our mouths separate and I look in his eyes, I see a softer side of Nathan, searching my own eyes for assurance. I smiled a little, ready for our lips to meet again. I look at his lips and subconsciously lick my own before meeting his eyes again. He's smiling at me and I return the expression.
"What do you think, Brady? You think you can help your big brother out?" He softly asks me in a sexy, husky tone.
"I can try, I might be bad at it." I admit, knowing this will be my first foray into something so explicit.
"Little bro, you're already a natural at kissing, I think you're gonna be great." Nathan reassures me as I tentatively move closer to him as he moves in towards me, closing the distance. I feel his big tongue invade my mouth as he moves his body closer to mine, rubbing my body through my clothes, feeling the sides of me, my chest and my thick legs as his breathing gets deeper and kisses me faster.
"That's good boys, help each other out." Dad encourages us from the recliner he's sitting on. It felt weird to have an audience witness my first kiss but I also felt happy knowing it was making Dad happy.
My hands are touching Nathan's neck and his strong shoulders, noticing how different our bodies are. Nathan's muscles felt great under my fingers, I've never been this close to him before, only admiring the muscles from afar. Touching them was different though; he was warm, his skin was soft over his hard muscles, he smelled strong, masculine. We're both getting horny feeling each other up, exploring one another's bodies.
"Come here, Brady. Get more comfortable, sit on me." Nathan grabs my hand, and I move to sit on top of him. Both of us hard at this point, his erection is almost busting through the fly of his boxers but mine hides easily, nearly undetectable in my sweats.
I straddle his lap as his hands land on my hips. He kisses my neck as he rubs my hips and back before returning to my ass. Rubbing my ass over the soft sweats I'm wearing, I lean my head back as I enjoy sensations I've never felt before.
Nathan's moaning as he slightly humps up into me. I feel his massive fat cock sliding beneath me, he was huge and I couldn't imagine how anyone could get that thing inside of them.
I sit back on him as he palms my ass, rubbing and kneading my fat ass cheeks he soon slips both hands beneath my sweats to touch my bare skin. My nipples harden, I get chills and my breath quickens, my mouth opens wide to swallow Nathan's tongue as our bodies move in to be closer.
"Brady, you look so much like your mother. She had such a hot body and you inherited her thick physique. You're such a good boy for doing this for your brother." My dad encourages us from where he sat. I look over and smile at him, happy to hear his approval. I never thought I had a great body so it felt amazing hearing him say that.
I look down and notice the outline of my dads dick, clearly aroused and approaching peak hardness. He must be the same size as Nathan, if not bigger. I always knew I lived with a couple strong, masculine men but I've never truly noticed how sexy these studs were. I was really horny for these guys, more turned on than I've ever been before.
"Take these off." Nathan pulls on my sweats for better access to my body. I slip off my sweats and underwear, a little embarrassed to show my penis. He feels me up with a little easier access. "Slip this off too, I wanna see the rest of you." He tells me as he pulls my shirt up and over my head, my chest jiggling a bit with the motion.
"Oh shit Brady, look at those. You got the tits of a hot babe." He reaches up to palm my chest and I moan at feeling his hands there again. Thankful to experience a repeat of last night, this time with a coherent Nathan.
"Yeah you actually mentioned that last night when you got home from the bar." I remind him.
"I did? Oh shit, I can only remember a little bit of that. Sorry baby bro, I hope I didn't embarrass you, you look great." He says while staring at my chest and massaging the fatty tissue.
"It was a little embarrassing, I thought you were making fun of me. You even rubbed them like you are now before I left the room. Then I was confused when I realized how horny you made me." I confess while enjoying his touch.
"Oh yeah? You liked when I played with your tits like this?" He asks me as he alternates between grabbing a handful and flicking my nipples. I moan in response. "Did I pop 'em into my mouth?" He asks as his mouth envelopes my left tit, sucking the nipple and devouring as much as he could.
I moan even louder as I grab his head, reflexively pulling him into me.
"Damn Brady, you're one hot babe." He tells me after releasing me before moving his mouth to the other one. He moves his hands back to my ass and squeezes me close to him as he sucks and tries to swallow my nipple. His hands playing with my booty, spreads my cheeks apart and runs a hand up and down my crack until he finds my hole, already moist from the exertion of our makeout session.
I feel him circle the rim and apply subtle pressure. I grab the back of the couch and arch my back as he slowly enters me. I relax into him as he easily fingers me and soon adds a second digit. The sloppy sounds of my butthole opening up for him increase as he painfully adds a third finger and moves his head back and forth between my nipples. I'm feeling amazing things no one has ever made me feel before, even when I play with myself I never felt this good.
"Nathan, don't push your brother too far or too fast too soon. Got it?" Dad says from the chair, monitoring our progress, making sure I'm okay. I look over and see him rubbing his crotch and staring at the fingers sliding in and out of my ass. I moan knowing I'm making Nathan feel good and that dad is enjoying the show.
"No, I like it. He's making me feel really good." I say in a breathy low tone, enjoying these new sensations.
"Good, you should feel good. Oh, this might help." My dad walks up the stairs to his room and returns with a bottle in hand. "Here this should lessen any discomfort." He hands my brother a bottle of clear liquid, what must be lube.
Nathan grabs it from my dad and I look behind myself to see him pop the top and plop a generous amount in his palm and glide it up and down his fat cock. I have to admit it looked really sexy right next to my fat cheeks. I was still worrying about how he could fit all that meat inside of me. Ignoring the impending pain, I appreciated how sexy his dick looked next to my mammoth cheeks and I felt a little excitement at soon enveloping him inside me. I was thankful I've been playing with my hole and loosening myself up, I never thought this would be my future but I was grateful I put in some prep work.
"Are you ready for this baby bro?" I feel him slap his cock on my ass, alternating each cheek. I turn my face back to face him.
"I think so." I respond while lifting myself up a bit. "Is this okay?" I ask, unsure how to proceed.
"Oh fuck yeah, I love when my bitches ride me." My hole twitches at those words. I felt honored to be one of those bitches, even if half the woman in this town have already been in this position.
"You're gonna have to lift up a little higher Braden and then slowly move back onto your brother and let him slowly enter you. You and gravity can control the pace. Nathan, resist the urge to plunge yourself into your brother. Let him go at his own speed and take his time. You're his first, after all." My dad instructs us as he moves to sit behind me. I feel him move my cheeks apart as he looks at my hole. "Don't forget to apply some lube to your hole Braden, here I'll help."
He then puts some lube on his fingers and massages it into my hole, taking his time to really open me up. I feel two of his thick fingers move in and out of my ass and I shiver and shake at the sensations. "Oh wow, look at that. You're gonna do great Brady, that's it. Relax back onto my fingers, fuck yourself on my fingers. That's so hot, baby. I think you're ready for your brother." My dad resumes holding my cheeks apart as my brother aims his cock at my hole.
"Oh fuck yeah Brady give me your virginity." I feel the tip of his dick make contact with my butthole and I moan as I shiver again. My hole kisses his dick tenderly as I slowly move up and down before lowering enough to allow him access.
"Oh fuuuuck" we sigh in unison as Nathan enters me, slowly, almost painstakingly. I fight the temptation to quickly sit on my brother and envelope his massive dick completely, I wanted to feel him all the way inside of me but I had to take it slow. I didn't want to hurt myself and ruin this.
The feeling of pain mixing with pleasure was shooting fireworks off in my mind, as much as I've fingered myself in the past, my hole has never been stretched this far before. The stinging sensation emanating from the walls of my love tunnel had me on edge and my soft cock was leaking onto Nathan's rock hard stomach. I ground a bit into him, making my ass swallow more of his cock.
"You're doing great Braden, your hole is swallowing your brothers cock so effortlessly, keep it going. It looks incredible, you've got an ass made to be fucked." My dad still behind me, watching our progress and offering words of encouragement. It was making me so horny knowing dad was watching his son's fuck. I wanted to make him proud.
"Damn bro, you feel so fucking good. I had no idea I had a live-in pussy. I'm gonna need to feel your ass swallow my cock everyday." Nathan's eyes roll to the back of his head as I finally bottom out. "Oh fuuuuck." He moans as we grind into each other, my cheeks surrounding his lap; thighs, lower abs and pelvis all a chair for me to rest on. His hands rub all over my ass, enjoying my body and the sensations of our connection.
I whimper as I raise up just enough to lower myself back on him. Picking up speed, I feel him making contact with my prostate repeatedly. I find the right angle and use his cock to hammer at that spot over and over again as I hang on to the back of the couch and start to slam my ass onto his lap while his cock continuously stretches my hole.
"Oh fuuuuck Nathan." I say my brother's name is I impale myself on him.
"Damn Brady, your hole is so tight and warm. Your body is so soft and smooth, you feel better than any woman I've been with." Whether that was an exaggeration or a lie, I accept it as the truth and I felt proud making my brother feel this good. I look down at him and we make eye contact and meet for another kiss. Our tongues dance as I continue to hop on his cock, starting to sweat a little, I realize I finally found a form of cardio I didn't mind.
"Good boys, you look incredible." My dad says, still encouraging us and enjoying our debut performance.
"Mm you're so tight, I'm not gonna last long." Nathan says to me as I repeatedly bounce on his lap. The pain in my ass from being stretched so wide was cancelled out by the pleasure from the pounding my prostate was receiving. Over and over again Nathan was hitting spots in me I never knew existed.
Slamming against each other and alternating between kissing and staring into each other's eyes, it felt amazing to bond with my big brother in a way we never have before. I've always looked up to him and thought he was the coolest guy in the world, it felt good to see him look at me with so much love and desire.
I slowed my pace a little so I can grind on his lap while his cock is buried completely inside of me. These new feelings make me shiver and whimper, jacking off never felt this good. Not even close. My little hard dick flaps in the air, hitting his stomach every time my ass meets his groin. I don't touch it but I still feel on the verge of cuming.
I lean forward to kiss Nathan, realizing how lucky I was to be kissing the most handsome guy I know. Besides dad of course. Nathan is the spitting image of him, just a little younger.
As we're making out, my brother has his hands on my ass and starts to pile drive up into me, holding me close. He moans deeply as I feel his cock head swell and shoot half a dozen times deep in my guts.
Knowing my big brother just released a torrent of cum in me sets me off and I cum on his stomach. I whimper as I orgasm while still impaled on my brother. I feel my stomach tighten and squeeze his cock even harder. My breathe shakes as I experience the orgasm coinciding with the loss of my virginity.
We sigh into each other's mouths as our kissing slows, our humping ceases and our arms find their way around each other for a lazy embrace.
My dad gets up and rubs my head as he leaves the room "I'm glad we could sort this out, I think this will work out just fine." Nathan and I had no words to respond with, no words could express the astonishing feelings of release we just experienced.
I started to understand my brother a little better now. Sex is awesome. I'm already looking forward to the next time we get to do it. I find the will to move up and off Nathan, feeling his softening cock plop out of my overworked asshole. I sit on the couch next to him and then lay my head into his lap, admiring the tool that just nearly split me in half. As I play with his big, soft cock, it slowly grows and hardens beneath the touch of my hand and I hope I don't have to wait too long for the next time we fuck.
"Little bro, if you keep that up I'm gonna need you to take care of the problem." He tells me with his eyes closed and his head resting against the couch.
I smile devilishly, realizing I'm not going to mind my new chore. My hole involuntarily spasms as I think of taking care of any and all of Nathan's needs of release.
"I'll take care of you, big bro." I say as I slip the fat cock head passed my lips and feel it harden more in the warm, wet confines of my mouth. I suck him slowly, just enjoying the hot hardness of him. Not much more than the head fits in my mouth but with practice I hope to soon be able to slide him down my throat.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good baby." Nathan moans as he rubs my head and I slurp on his cock like a lollipop, a sweet treat for a job well done.
