Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2023 21:41:07 +0900 From: Jay Spear Subject: Giving Thanks For My Brother - Part 6 My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. This story deals with relationships among male family members. If that fantasy bothers you, stop reading. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: patreon.com/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/. Giving Thanks For My Brother - Part 6 By Jay Spear After that night, the breeding talk became a regular feature of our lovemaking. We didn't do it every time, but we did it quite a lot. I guess we were both turned on by the idea. Ryan was at a point in life where he identified strongly with that role: fucking, impregnating, caring for his young. And I got turned on seeing him like that. Seeing him act that way, owning it. Seeing that in him brought out something in me that made me want to receive what everything he had. I wanted to bear for him, to nurture what we produced. The impregnation talk was mostly done in the heat of the moment, during those times that Ry was staring into my eyes and pounding me good. But we started to play around with it in other moments too. Ryan would come home late from work, looking tired, and I'd remind him of his dad status. "Looks like Papa had a hard day at work." "I did." He'd growl and grab me by the waist. "Why don't you come over here and make it better?" Or one morning I was so hungry that I cooked up some eggs after polishing off my oatmeal. Ryan slid up behind me and put his hands on my belly. He joked in my ear, "Eat up, Kev. I want our little guy to get all the nutrients he needs." It was fantasy talk, silly and fun. But it was also hot. It was sweet. And it felt like it could be real. *** At work, Steve and I kept having near misses. Just little moments when we'd be hovering over test tubes or the microscope and we'd become intensely aware of our proximity. I'd start to smell him, or he'd feel the heat from my skin. We'd start to lean in. Usually we'd pull back. We both understood that a workplace affair was a bad idea. Sometimes we'd kiss but we always stopped it at that. I was attracted to Steve, sure. But I didn't want to get too deep into anything. My heart was with Ryan. And Steve knew it was a career-risking move for the boss to fuck a junior employee. Even so, Steve kept putting me on his projects. We were together at the lab before and after hours. He knew he could work me hard, that I was hungry for access to his mind and the ground-breaking research--even if we both played it safe and kept everything in our pants like we were supposed to. But I did not play it safe in every respect. One late night at the lab Steve disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone for a few minutes. The pills were staring me in the face. There was a huge pile of them and no one would notice anything that went missing. I stuffed a handful into my pocket. This was unwise; the protocol hadn't been tested on humans yet, only mice. But I was young, impulsive, and love can make us do crazy things. "All good?" Steve asked when he came back into the lab. "Yeah, I think so. We'll see soon enough." *** When I got home around 10:30, Ryan pulled me into the living room. "What's going on? I don't even have my coat off!" "Shhhhhh," he whispered, covering my neck with a flurry of kisses while he pawed at my butt. "Jenna is asleep. Sean too. We have maybe 45 minutes before he wakes up again and I have to feed him." "OK. Yeah, sure." I let him pull my coat off. Ryan's hands roamed my hips, found my waist. He pulled my shirt up out of my pants. He ran his hands possessively across my stomach and then bent down to kiss it. "Got one baby in the nursery and another on the way," he murmured. He nuzzled and kissed my stomach. I got goosebumps. What had gotten into him? "Your text today..." Ryan whispered into my stomach. "Oh man. Fuck, that got to me. Been thinking about you all afternoon and evening." My text. I smiled. We had started to carry our fantasy talk out of the bedroom and into the day. It was like dirty talk, something we'd send back and forth to build desire until we could come together again. But I had taken it in a pregnancy direction, building on our regular breeding talk and going deep into the taboo of two brothers making a baby together. I'd heightened the fantasy, describing myself alone in some new apartment, overflowing with our kids. I'd quit my job to take care of them and to keep myself ready for Ryan's visits. Each time I gave birth to a new one, Ryan was eager to reconquer his territory. He would come over, spread my legs, and blast a new baby into me. We had five of them now and there was no telling when we'd stop. "Never gonna stop," he said in a low gravelly voice as he slid my pants down my legs. "There's nothing more magical than making another baby with my little bro." I moaned and opened my legs to him. Ryan lapped at my hole, loosening me up with his tongue and then his fingers. My eyes went wide and I lost my breath as his cock split me open. We locked eyes while rutted in me. "I love you, bro," Ryan whispered. "All I want is this." "Me too," I sighed. I pushed my butt back asked him, driving him in deeper. Ryan built to climax and blasted away inside me while I jacked a load onto my chest. "Fuck, Ry, your load feels so good inside me." "It's gonna take this time," he whispered. "I know it." I kissed him. I knew it too. *** Later that night I stared at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. It *would* take this time, I thought. If I helped things along. I looked down at the pile of pills. How many? I wasn't really sure. We hadn't set the human protocol yet. I took two, with a big glass of water. *** The following days were a blur. I took two pills at night and two again each morning. I felt good, I felt strong, I felt horny. My skin flushed with warmth and my face glowed. Every nerve ending was hyper sensitive. The slightest touch from Ryan shot straight to my cock, to my ass, to my heart, to my guts. Everything was electrified. Ryan was extra horny too. "I don't know it is about you today, little bro," he said, pushing me into the bathroom and locking it while Jenna fed Sean in the nursery. "But I gotta have you right now." He pulled down my pajama bottoms, spit on his cock, and pushed it right in. We watched our expressions in the mirror, Ryan's face right behind mine, as he pushed and grunted and pumped. He shot his load into me. "Baby number three," he said proudly when he pulled out. "Knocked you up again." That was three times in the past 24-hours. We were fucking like rabbits. It was a lot, even for us. *** Ryan wasn't the only one into me. Men everywhere seemed to notice. I was riding the T to work when I noticed a bearded 40-something giving me an intense stare. Within minutes he sidled up next to me and then stepped behind, rubbing his swollen crotch against my backside. He slipped a hand around my waist and held me to him while he ground against me. I felt I should push him away, but we were both caught up in a cloud of pheromones. I got out at the next stop. Thank God. If I hadn't, it was seriously possible we'd have gotten naked and started fucking right there on the crowded train. There were other moments too. The barista's hand lingered on my mine when I tried to take the coffee cup. "Can I get you anything else?" His fingers stoked mine and he squeezed. I stammered "no thanks" and stepped away before either of us could succumb. Even the brooding, brutish maintenance man at my office building came after me. He had always ignored me: he spoke only to pretty girls or guys who had watched last night's game. He always ignored me. But today he stared right at me as I entered the elevator. He inched over until I could smell the grease on his coveralls. The bell rang for my floor and the doors opened. He smacked my ass as I stepped out of the elevator. "Find me later!" he called out. And those were the strangers. With Steve, where we already had chemistry--well, everything got all amped up by the pills I was taking. One night in the lab we couldn't keep our eyes off each other. We kept making mistakes with the experiment, kept finding excuses to touch each other. That was it, no work was getting done. We gave in. Steve cleared the desk, pushed me onto it and raised my legs. He held my gaze with his dark eyes and wouldn't look away as he fucked me hard, laid out flat on my back. I watched his face contort as he came with a violent intensity. His load filled my cavity, and I swear I felt it splash up against the back of my throat. We were silent as we got dressed. We had not intended for this to happen. "We should get back to the experiment," Steve said with purpose. As if he had not just thrown me down and scraped out my insides with his cock. "Right," I agreed. But I found myself looking at him longingly, despite myself. *** BioGarde was having a launch party for the human trials of our new compound. We'd gotten FDA approval to proceed to this next step, which was a huge deal. Dr. Wu and team were to be fêted, and I was part of the celebration. "I can bring a plus one," I told Ryan. "Will you come with me?" "I should probably stay home and help Jenna with the baby." "I know." I looked down at my shoes so Ryan couldn't see the hurt in my eyes. "But hey, this is important to you, right?" I nodded. "OK. I'll be there." *** I was eager to show Ryan the lab, but it looked different all dressed up for the party. There were streamers and balloons everywhere. Buckets of champagne. I poured each of us a glass. "Careful now," he whispered as we clinked them together. "That's my baby in there." I laughed and blushed. I was pleased he kept up our fantasy, even here among all my co-workers. "Come on, I'll introduce you around." I led Ryan to a clump of colleagues and said my hellos. I introduced Ryan and everyone made small talk. "How did you two meet?" Linda asked me. "Oh he's my--" I started. Ryan took my hand in his. "You can tell them, babe. We meet online." "That's how Joe and I met too!" Everyone laughed and swapped stories about meeting their significant others. When I got Ryan alone at the snack table I asked him what he was doing. "I dunno," he said. "But no one knows me here, right? Let me pretend to be your boyfriend. Just for tonight. It's like we finally get to get out and have a date." I felt a warm flush throughout my body. Ryan leaned in and kissed me. It was sweet and work appropriate, but still *my brother was kissing me* right in front of everyone. It felt a little scary and totally great at the same time. "Hello, I'm Dr. Wu. Steven." Steve had broken away from the bosses and come over to say hi. "I'm Ryan." They shook hands and eyed each other up. They were cordial but cool, as if each could read a silent vibe of completion between them. "Well, nice to meet you. Kevin has never mentioned you or any kind of private life. I suppose it's good to know he has one." I laughed nervously. Steve's cheekbones were as sharp as his comments. "But Kevin is doing great work here," Steve continued. "You must be proud." "I'm super proud of him." Ryan threw an arm around me and pulled me close. Steve's eyes narrowed. "Well, he has a bright future ahead of him here, if he wants it." "I definitely do. This is the best first job I could imagine." Steve just nodded. "Well then. I'll let you two enjoy the celebration." He turned on his heel and walked away. "Who was that?" Ryan asked. "My boss." "Oh wow. Intense guy. But I think he likes you." "He does." "That's good." Ryan looked around at the lab and at my coworkers celebrating this milestone that I had helped make happen. "I mean It, kiddo. I'm proud of you." "Thanks, Ry." "You're smart and ambitious and gorgeous as hell and--" He leaned in close to whisper the rest. "And you've got me so wound up that I'm going to fuck you to the moon tonight. I'll do it in the car in the parking lot if I have to." I laughed and squeezed his hand. I was ready for it. I was ready for anything. *** Ryan made good on his promise and fucked a huge load into me just minutes after leaving the party. He started the car, drove to a dark corner of the parking lot, and we did it right there. No comfort, no waiting. Just our bodies coming together to do what they had to do. The load came fast but the aftercare stretched out long. We held onto each other in the back seat, naked and sticky while Ryan stroked the sides of my cheek, ran his fingers through my hair. "I loved being on a date with you, little bro." "Me too." "In front of all your coworkers, with none of them knowing what we really are to each other. But all of them seeing our love." "Out in the open. Not hidden for once." "Exactly." Ryan kissed me deeply. "I hope this never changes," he whispered. His cum threatened to leak out from me but I kept my cheeks closed tight, holding it all in. "Me neither." *** The next morning I didn't feel so good. I ran to the toilet and threw up what little I had in my stomach. What was going on? I'd only had two glasses of champagne last night. There was no hangover or anything. I felt queasy through the morning. At noon I ran out to the pharmacy. The guy ringing me up shot me a smile when he scanned the test. "Good news, I hope?" "We'll see," I replied. I got home and watched the stick turn blue. Shit. This was real. How would I tell him? Our fantasy was becoming real. End Part 6. Stay tuned for Part 7! Author's Note: I often get asked to do mpreg stories and this seemed like a good place to take Ryan and Kevin's adventures. Let me know what you think! Also, if you like mpreg, check out my "Barefoot And Pregnant" story on Nifty.