Subhash stretched languidly, the warmth of his bed a stark contrast to the cool morning air that whispered through the open windows. He sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and took a moment to survey his room. Everything was as it should be, yet something felt peculiar. His eyes darted to the chair where his clothes were usually neatly folded, only to find them conspicuously absent. He frowned, pondering the oddness of the situation, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his bare feet brushing the cool tiles. His body was lithe and tan, a testament to the many hours spent outdoors. The gentle curve of his 18-year-old hips and the slight swell of his buttocks spoke of youth and vitality.
His eyes fell upon his cupboard, the door slightly ajar, and his heart skipped a beat. All that remained was a multiple pair of speedos, the fabric a vivid blue that starkly contrasted with the rest of his wardrobe's absence. He approached with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, pulling out the briefs and holding them up. They were definitely not his usual attire, but he had little choice. With a sigh, he stepped into them, feeling the snug embrace of the material hugging his 7-inch erection. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, the bulge at the front drawing his gaze. It was oddly arousing, but he knew better than to let his thoughts wander down that path.
He made his way to the living room, the speedos barely containing his growing arousal, and found his father and Atul, his 19-year-old brother, in a compromising position. Atul knelt between their father's legs, his head bobbing rhythmically. The sight was jarring, but it was the norm in this universe. Their father, a skinny fat man with a surprisingly large, 10-inch dick, grunted with pleasure as Atul worked his magic, his hand on the back of the boy's head, guiding him. Subhash felt his cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and something else entirely. The sounds of wet, slurping noises filled the room as Atul's mouth moved up and down, his brother's eyes closed in rapture.
Their father noticed Subhash and raised an eyebrow at his attire. "Subhash," he said, his voice gruff, "you know better than that. Take those dirty things off."
Subhash felt a flash of annoyance at his brother's smug look before he complied, his hands shaking slightly as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his speedos. He stepped out of them, his cock springing free and bobbing in the cool air. Atul chuckled around their father's cock, and their father swatted his brother's head playfully. "You're just like your mother," he said, his tone affectionate despite the insult, "always teasing."
Their father's hand rested on Atul's head as he continued to suck, his eyes locked on Subhash's naked body. Subhash felt a thrill of arousal mingled with something else, something more complex, as he watched his brother's skilled ministrations. His cock twitched in response, and he knew he wouldn't be able to ignore it for much longer. With a resigned sigh, he walked closer, his own cock standing at attention.
"Looks like someone's eager to join in," their father said with a knowing smile, stroking Atul's hair. "Why don't you give your brother a taste of what he's been missing?"
Atul pulled off with a pop, his lips glistening, and grinned up at Subhash. He had always been more muscular, a twunk with a defined chest and arms that made him popular among their peers. The mischief in his eyes was unmistakable as he looked at Subhash's nakedness. Subhash felt a shiver of excitement and a hint of nerves. This wasn't new; they had grown up in a world where sexual boundaries were almost non-existent. But facing his brother like this, with their father watching, was a different kind of thrill.
Their father leaned back, stroking his thick cock as he waited for Subhash to make the next move. The room was heavy with the scent of sex, and the sight of his brother's swollen cock was too much for Subhash to resist. He stepped closer, his own cock bobbing slightly as he approached. Atul looked up at him, a challenge in his gaze, and opened his mouth. Subhash's eyes widened as he felt the wet heat engulf the tip of his erection. The sensation was exquisite, and he couldn't help but moan softly as Atul's tongue danced around the sensitive head.
Their father chuckled, his hand still moving lazily along his own shaft. "That's it, boys," he said, his voice thick with pleasure. "Welcome your brother to the day the right way."
Subhash's eyes never left Atul's, the intensity of their connection growing with every passing second. He felt his brother's hot breath on his cock as Atul took him deeper, the tip brushing the back of his throat. The sensation was overwhelming, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from crying out. His hips began to rock involuntarily, pushing his dick further into Atul's eager mouth. Their father watched with approval, his own stroking increasing in speed as he enjoyed the show.
Atul's hand snaked around Subhash's waist, pulling him closer, his mouth a wet, tight sheath around the shaft. Subhash's hand found the back of Atul's head, his fingers tangling in the soft brown hair, guiding him to a rhythm that had his knees threatening to buckle. The room was filled with the sounds of sucking and moaning, the only music to their intimate dance. Atul's eyes watered slightly, but he never once stopped, his dedication to pleasing Subhash apparent in every movement.
Their father leaned back further, his hand moving faster, his breaths coming in shallow pants. "You're doing so well, Atul," he praised, his eyes glazed with lust. "Make sure to get all of it."
Subhash's hand tightened in his brother's hair as he felt his orgasm building. He could see the muscles in Atul's neck straining as he took him deeper, his brother's cheeks hollowing with every suck. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and power that he had never felt before. He knew he was close, his balls tightening, and he couldn't hold back much longer.
Their father's hand stilled on his cock, his eyes narrowing as he watched the intimate scene unfold before him. "I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained. Atul pulled back slightly, his eyes flicking up to meet Subhash's, and a silent understanding passed between them. Subhash nodded, and Atul took his brother's cock back into his mouth, sucking with renewed vigor.
Subhash felt the first spurt of his father's cum hit the back of his throat, thick and hot. He swallowed convulsively, his eyes watering, but Atul's grip on his hips didn't loosen. He took the next shot full on the face, the sticky fluid coating his cheeks and nose. Atul's hand moved to his own cock, jerking it in time with the sucking. Their father's moans grew louder, and then he was coming, his seed spurting into the air to land on Atul's face and chest. Atul's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, the muscles in his throat working as he swallowed around Subhash's cock, which was still buried in his mouth.
Their father leaned back, chuckling at the sight before him. "You're a natural, Atul," he said, his voice still thick with satisfaction. "And Subhash, I see you're enjoying yourself."
Subhash's breath came in ragged gasps as he pulled out of his brother's mouth, his cock still rock-hard. He wiped a hand over his face, smearing the cum, and looked at his father with a mix of defiance and arousal. "What now?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.
"Now," their father said, standing up and stretching, "we get in the car. You're going to be late for school, and I have work to do." He grabbed a towel and wiped his own cock clean before tossing it to Atul. "You can finish cleaning up here. Make sure everything's spick and span before you leave."
Atul nodded, his chest heaving, and took the towel, his hand still working his cock. Subhash couldn't help but watch the show, his own desire flaring again as he saw the way his brother's hand moved. But he knew better than to linger. With one last look at his brother's cum-covered face, he turned and walked out of the room, the cool air of the hallway a stark contrast to the heat in the living room.
The car ride to school was filled with a tense silence, the scent of sex lingering in the air. Subhash's mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired and what it meant for their relationship. He knew that in this world, such things were commonplace, but it was still strange to have shared such an intimate moment with his brother. His father, seemingly unfazed, hummed along to the radio, his hand occasionally straying to stroke his still-hard cock.
As they pulled into the school parking lot, Subhash's heart pounded in his chest. The other students were already milling around, all of them naked, of course. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his own arousal, the speedos doing little to hide his state of mind. Atul leaned over from the backseat, his face still flushed from his earlier exertions, and whispered, "You know, you can always come to me if you need a quick one before class."
Subhash rolled his eyes, but a thrill shot through him at the thought. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice betraying his interest.
Their father winked at them both in the rearview mirror. "Remember, boys, always keep it in the family," he said with a chuckle.
As they got out of the car and walked towards the school, Subhash felt a sense of both excitement and dread. What would the rest of the day hold? What would his friends think? He glanced at Atul, who winked back at him, and felt a strange comfort wash over him. Perhaps this new way of life wasn't so bad after all. They walked side by side, their bare feet slapping against the pavement, their cocks swaying in unison, ready to face whatever the day had in store for them.
