Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2022 21:55:41 -0600 From: Thanh Triet Subject: Step Bro's Literal Crotch Snake (Chapter 1) Step Bro's Literal Crotch Snake By Thanh Tran Warning: This story contains explicit sex between consenting adult men, along with pseudo-incest (step-sibling relationship), lewd public behavior (exhibitionism), and hints of characters practicing bestiality that is not described. Do not read this story if you are under 18 years of age, find such content offensive or upsetting, or cannot separate reality from fiction. This story is only a sexual fantasy and the author does not condone any actions taken by the characters in a real life setting. My little step bro's crotch snake was tiny when he went off to college. He was wearing gym shorts the day he left, and I could see the bulge his adorable snake made in the fabric. With his permission, I'd stroked it to say good-bye as we stood in the driveway exchanging hugs with our parents. It felt empty when he'd gotten in the car and left. Hazy and his snake would be missed. I'd been away on Navy service when my dad married his mom. I had mixed feelings at first about getting a brother, having grown up with two sisters, but now it felt like he had been pulled away too soon. Hazy and I had bonded fast over a shared love of playing with balls and pitting our crotch animals against each other. I felt like I was reliving the adventures of my boyhood whenever I was with him. I was genuinely shocked when I saw him again, five months later, and his crotch snake had become a real monster. Hazy was wearing thin mesh gym shorts when he stepped out of his car, and the snake bulged out so far the material could barely contain it. It leaned to the left and coiled around his left leg once with a swaying tail. I knew these things happened over time. Tiny crotch snakes grew up over time as they filled with cum. But I wasn't expecting it to happen so fast. I wanted to run to Hazy and kiss him on the lips to show how much I missed him, but I was so distracted by his snake that I stood there speechless with my cock hard and tenting my own shorts. He discreetly brushed against my erection on the way into the house and whispered in my ear, "I've been waiting for this." I felt his hot breath and got harder. We'd talked on the phone about how we would go on an adventure with our crotch animals just like old times to celebrate the first day he was back for summer break. We had dinner with our parents, and he showed everyone how much his crotch snake had grown. Dad was the most impressed and practically worshiped it, offering to stroke and feed it. He begged to bring it into his bed, but Step Mom refused. I kissed Hazy goodnight with the bathroom door as cover and then tried desperately to sleep with a hard cock and anticipation for what was to come. My crotch monkey whined with the frustration of wanting to go straight to Hazy's bed, and I stroked it to calm it down. I woke to a light knocking on my door. "Van! Van! Big brother Van!" he whispered forcefully. I stepped out of bed shirtless with my boxer briefs tenting way out. I unlocked the door, and my breath caught in my throat. My twink of a step brother stood there fully nude and erect smiling nervously. I stood a few inches over his long blonde-dyed hair and smooth tan body. We were both Vietnamese, and despite not being blood related, we both had the same quarter-sized hard nipples that were extra sensitive. His giant onyx crotch snake was wrapped around his shoulders, flicking its tongue at me suggestively. I held out my strong Navy-regimen arms and held both of them close, my cock straining against my wet boxers. My crotch monkey, who had slept next to me on my pillow the night before, was now wide awake and begging for the same release I needed. Its 4 inch cock was hard, its pussy was smacking wet, and it had its paws spreading its cheeks to show off its gaping asshole that was starving for Hazy's seed. But I wasn't about to let my monkey have the first helping. It'd have to fight me for it. I aggressively pulled Hazy close and locked lips with him, sticking my tongue in deep. He moaned louder than he'd intended, and I put up a finger to shush him. We'd be pretty fucked if our parents or Thuy, my sister, heard us. Our hands explored each others' bodies. I felt down his smooth back and tight ass as his needy cock pressed against me, flexing and hardening with each rising of his chest. He ran his warm fingers through my dusting of chest hair and lightly pinched my nipples, my main weakness, and I moaned even louder than he had as my cock spasmed from the electricity. I would cum in my boxers before he even touched it if this kept up. To think my twink brother could get this much more sexy in just a few months. He'd probably been slutting around and practicing just for me...the thought of that got my pulse going even faster. He reached under my waistband and pulled down my boxers, freeing my cock from its confines and letting it brush against his thigh. I got so hot with our naked bodies pressing and his tongue on my tongue and the smell of sweat on him that my senses were in freefall. I was about to pull away to edge off of my coming orgasm when Hazy gasped, "Stop, I'm gonna..." We broke away and were both panting and gasping for air. His cock spasmed, but he managed to hold it back. We laughed and stood there holding each others' hands and catching our breaths. His snake moved to wrap around both of us at once, and my monkey was squeaking at us in frustration at having three erogenous zones and only two hands to play with them. It jumped off the bed and started crawling up Hazy's leg, but I blocked it with my foot and told it that Hazy was mine. It cried and then crawled up my leg to my asshole, which it started assaulting with its tongue. The snake had a light touch that was driving me wild as it crawled across my naked skin. We started making out again with only the tips of our cocks touching, both swollen and slippery from the gobs of precum they were expelling. Hazy's voice cracked, and he gasped into my mouth in pleasure. He broke from my mouth, pressed against me and whispered in my ear while struggling to catch his breath, "I love you, Van...Van, I'm gonna.. Ah. Van, I can't...I can't hold it in anymore. Where do you want it?" He was sweating profusely, and his cock pointed straight toward me. His whole body ravenously needed the release that I could give him. I felt a stirring in the base of my cock and knew that I was crossing the event horizon myself. I had to hurry. I pulled off my monkey that was eating out my ass and got on my knees on my bed and bent over in front of Hazy. "I need it,"I croaked. "Now!" I was already starting to orgasm before he even slid it in with a smack, pre-lubed all the sweat, pre-cum, and saliva. He hit my prostate, filling my body with lighting, and pinched my nipples. I yelled out, experiencing the most forceful cum of my life that hit the portrait of Jesus above my bed. Hazy moaned loudly and shook all over as he fired shot after shot of cum into my ass. He slunk back with his now softening cock still in my ass, and laughed as he lightly kissed my neck and ran his hands over my abs. Our monkey and snake crawled on the bed ravenous for the cum I'd shot all over my bed and what was now dripping down Hazy's prick down into a puddle. "They probably heard us," said Hazy. "We were so loud." "I'll just say we were beating my monkey if they ask." He laughed and kissed me on the lips. "Let's shower and have our adventure." We exited the room hand-in-hand leaving our animals to the cleanup feast. My monkey still had not gotten its release and was trying to catch the snake's slithering tail to shove inside of itself as it whined in frustration with a hardon and dripping pussy. We walked to the shower nude together, passing my sister Duy's room and smelling her mixture of weed, poop, and body odor through the door. She rarely ever went outside except to go to high school, and her door was guarded by a web created by her giant crotch slime. She had a large doggy door through which she slid dinner plates with her fresh turds on them to ward off intruders, and there was an old one still there decomposing with flies surrounding it. With Duy's loud kpop music playing, it was unlikely she heard us making love. Thuy, my other sister, was another story, She was working at home due to the pandemic, like myself, and she made it her mission to get under my skin whenever she could. It was just like her to listen in to see what we were doing in order to gossip or worse. I peeked over the banister and saw her asleep on the couch with her large round glasses still on her face with her red-tipped bangs over them. She had no pants on and her crotch muffin was digging at her pussy with some kind of silver object. We may have dodged a bullet there. Hazy and I showered and washed each other tenderly. Our washing turned to groping, which turned to more needy stroking and shots fired over each other. Duy's room was a wall away from the shower. The adrenaline from imagining her running out horrified and covered in shit before calling our parents to tell them made me hotter. After we finished in the shower, we got dressed. I put on my signature navy blue vest with a black undershirt underneath, showing off my Navy biceps. I put on a blue baseball cap and turned it to the side like it was 1999 and I was 10 years old. Hazy came out of the guest room wearing my favorite of his outfits. He had on a skimpy yellow tube top that was little more than a bra, mini-shorts that barely went below his ass, and suspenders holding up his shorts. I put out a hand to rub his bare navel, and he moved in for another kiss. We went down with our crotch animals and announced we were leaving on an adventure. Thuy was snoring, and our parents had already gone somewhere. Thuy's crotch muffin was a cooking-type and offered to make us breakfast (we refused) and then demanded we eat breakfast. It baked us European-style fish cakes with Thuy's pussy juice and topped them with ass hair lint in place of breadcrumbs and her moldy vaginal cheese in place of batter. The end product looked like cardboard covered in cottage cheese vomit and reeked of rotting seafood. I told the crotch muffin thanks, but no thanks, and tried to excuse myself, but it started to cry and said I made it a sad muffin. So I took a bite, and I swallowed. Then I doubled over in pain. A strange light feeling came over me. I stood up, arched my back, and projectile vomited 20 feet, a new record. Out in the backyard, we opened up the shed and got out our favorite balls we hadn't touched in over a year. They were dark brown and shaped like hairy testicles, and they were soggy from the rain and mold, both about the size of baseballs. We loved to use those to play Catch the Crotch Animal by getting the ball stuck in their fur by the strands of velcro hooks. Whenever we saw a stray crotch animal as kids, we'd always grab some balls in a hurry and try to pelt it before it got away. Our crotch snake and crotch monkey started to fight each other in the grass while we watched, and then we realized they weren't fighting; it was full-on fucking. My monkey hadn't been able to have an orgasm in over 48 hours and was beyond frustrated from the blue balls. The snake had it all tied up to calm it down (not knowing it was into that), and it thrashed about trying to rub its aching genitals against the snake's smooth body. It pleaded with the snake to help it cum, but it refused, enjoying seeing my monkey in pain. Hazy and I took turns throwing the testicles at them on the ground, and one ball went over the fence into the neighbor's yard. "Damn," said Hazy. "We're not getting that one back." Our neighbor on the other side of the fence was an old dude named Lester who we in the neighborhood used to call Chester the Molester. He was a furry who went around in a freaky mole costume with eight red eyes, olive-green tentacles all over, and giant claws for arms. He would go to the shops in this getup and point at things with his silver claws, and Brenda, his plump, graying wife would grab them for him. Rumor has it he pointed at small children this way, and they were never seen again. Underneath the mole costume, he was horribly disfigured by middle-age with a hairy pot belly, giant pedo glasses, a poor fashion sense, and long hair that came down to his shoulders from around his circular bald spot. He could have made a white Bob Marley with the hair if he smoked weed and made good music. I peeked through the crack in the wooden fence. Lester was in the back yard with his fur suit on the top half of his body with the lower half completely nude with his wrinkled 4 inch cock sticking straight out. Brenda was fully naked in a lawn chair reading a magazine. Lester walked to his small garden near where the ball had fallen and started watering his plants with his cock after letting out a loud sign. His crotch rabbit lifted up its hind leg and also started pissing on them. We would have to wait until they were gone or create a diversion. "What are you doing?" A voice called out behind us. We jumped back and looked to see our dad, who was shirtless with his khaki work pants still on. "We lost a ball over there." "Don't peek on those crazy people. They'll kill you." He admired Hazy's getup a little too long, letting his eyes linger on his bare midriff. "I like your dress, step son." He said before running the back of his hand over Hazy's belly button. "Please dad, Hazy is mine." I said while grabbing his ass cheek. "Oh, I didn't mean..." I thought he was joking at first, but he looked mildly flustered. His magic crotch fairy appeared and giggled at the situation, and my dad swatted it away. "Anyway, I saw Dusty back in town. You boys should go say hi while you're both here. Maybe you can have a sleepover like old times..." He swallowed hard. "If you want to of course." "I haven't seen him in a while myself," I said. "Let's go, Hazy. I think you'll like him." "Maybe uh change out of those shorts first," said Dad uncomfortably. "Dusty's a little, uh..." Gay? I knew that already, but didn't say anything. "I can be as cute as I want," said Hazy. "Suit yourself then." Dad walked into the house with a tent in his khaki's. The two of us walked to Dusty's house. After we'd gotten out of sight of our own, we walked hand in hand on the sidewalk and attracted stares from onlookers, which made me twitch in my pants. Dusty was asleep in his backyard on a plastic pink lawn chair. He was naked except for a bright green vest and a shark tooth necklace, exposing his bulging muscles. My cock stirred looking at his massive pecs, biceps, and sculpted abs covered in a light dusting of hair and dripping with sweat from being under the hot sun overhead. His prick was at least 8 inches and stood straight out with a dribble of pre-cum running down it. He stirred in his sleep and scratched his hairy balls with a moan. He was a Japanese guy with flowing black hair down to his neck, pointed cheeks, and a dusting of stubble on his chin. I'd gone to high school with and used as a jerk off fantasy when I was too shy to ask him out. We were friends, and I knew he was gay, but he always seemed way out of my league until I'd gotten back from the Navy and was unexpectedly invited to hook up with him one night while he was visiting family. Hazy and I talked about having a big adventure just going around the block, but Dusty had actually been on his own big gay adventure across the country and seen it through to the end. After turning 18, he had traveled across the land searching far and wide for gyms to train in to sculpt his body. He with his yellow crotch rat, Chu-chu, had drained the balls of many a gym leader before returning home at the age of 25 as a bodybuilder champion and gay model. Chu-chu had taken in so much cum on the journey that it had evolved from a lowly crotch rat into a fully certified gym rat. Rumor has it that the perverted rat had such an insatiable appetite for cum that it was close to evolving yet again into a spooge dino after spending so many years nursing Dusty's ravenous gay libido. Chu-chu laid asleep on the ground curled up in a ball at Dusty's feet with its 6 inch cock fully erect and rubbing against its furry chiseled pecs as it lightly moaned its sleep, "Chuuuuuu. Chuu. Ahhhhhhh." It turned over and started lightly humping the grass. Seeing them like this had me tented out in my shorts, and Hazy had the same problem, with the exposed had of his cock coming out the top of his booty shorts and being exposed to the open air against his navel. An old woman walking her dog smiled at him and reached down to touch her pussy through her yoga pants. We crossed around to the gate leading into Dusty's yard, both fully hard in anticipation. There was a sign taped to the gate. It said, "To Be Continued."