Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2023 10:07:57 +0000 From: stayathomedaddius Subject: Why Don't You Love Me Like Daddy? Please consider donating to this website. Without your donations, Nifty may not be able to keep this site up and running for your reading pleasure. Whatever you can afford will be appreciated. WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Adult brother has to take on his young, orphaned baby bro... DO IT LIKE DADDY ========== "He just lost his dad, I'm all that he has!" Jesus, I am so sick of having this conversation, I shouldn't have to deal with my boyfriend being jealous of my little brother, Colby. He's just a fucking kid... I take a deep breath, trying for a calmer approach. "Grey," I start, begging him to understand, "I know this has been an adjustment." He snorts, shaking his head like he wants to argue, but I hold up my hand. "If I had my way, I wouldn't be raising a such a young fucking kid on my own." I double down, "I didn't choose this for fuck's sake." The words come out bitter, and he must sense how on edge I am because for a shining moment, the guy I thought I knew comes back and he reaches out to stroke my arm. "I know, Babe, and you are the sweetest brother in the whole world for dropping everything to take care of him." Greyson's face hardens, and I get the feeling I'm not going to like what comes next. "But I don't know if I can handle this," he gestures, pulling back, leaving me cold. "He's always fucking there, coming between us. I can't touch you without him interrupting, without him needing something, needing everything. Not to mention sometimes the way he looks at you... You have to see it, I'm not crazy." I ignore his last remark, because what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? "Good! I want him to feel safe coming to me for things, this is his home. Don't you get it? Of course he's needy. He's been so sheltered...all he knows is life with my dad," I lower my voice, just in case Colbys listening, "I've told you how he was at the end, how he got all secretive and weird after my mom died, spending all his time with the kid." I sag, suddenly feeling bone tired, this conversation keeps going in circles. Maybe we're just kidding ourselves? Desperately trying to hold on to what was, but things are different now... my priorities are different, they have to be. My baby bro is all that matters. "Look," he starts again, but I don't respond, I don't have any argument left in me."I'm going to go stay with my parents for a few days. Give us both a break." Ouch. Knowing it and hearing it are two very different things. My eyes sting with unshed tears, but I just nod, refusing to be the only one fighting for us. "If that's what you want to do," I concede, my voice hard. I'm not going to let him see how much this hurts. "It is," he says, grabbing a packed bag... he knew he was going to leave us all along. "This isn't goodbye," he says, kissing my cheek. "I'll call you in a few days." Sure he will... because who the fuck would choose this over freedom? He's too young to handle this. We both are... even if I'm a little older, more jaded. I have nothing more to say, so I walk to the fridge, turning my back on him. I can't watch him walk out on me... I wait until the door swings shut before I let myself lose it. Crying as I crumble into one of the kitchen chairs, feeling so utterly, permanently alone. It doesn't take long for my sadness to morph into frustration. That I can handle. Seriously... Fuck Greyson. Good riddance. I can do this on my own, I'll figure out a way to be a good brother... "Ryan?" Colby asks hesitantly, breaking me out of my dark reverie. He's nervously shuffling from foot to foot in front of me. Shit, he's probably picking up on my mood. I itch to reach out and hug him, let him know that this isn't his fault... but I don't want to risk making him uncomfortable. He's still getting used to me. I'm so much older, he doesn't really remember me. "Yeah, buddy?" I say instead, with a soft encouraging smile. It works. He closes the gap between us, running his hands over my thighs in a comforting gesture. I try to catch his gaze, but he's staring hard at my lap. I can't take it anymore, I need him to know we're okay. I cup his chin, lifting his face gently so that I can see his expression. He freezes at my touch but only for a second... I make a silly face, trying to soothe him. It works, his frown is replaced by an adorable, mischievous grin. Something loosens inside of me, that look promises a world of trouble... yeah, I'm going to have my hands full with this one. I chuckle, smiling broadly back. He's so god damn cute, it's wonderfully disarming. Yeah, we're going to be okay, we have to be. I hold my arms out to him, offering him the hug I'm so desperate to give. To my relief he reaches for me... letting me pull him into my lap so that he straddles my thighs as I cage him in my arms. He feels so small and warm against me, real... solid. I kiss his cheek. "Do you want something, bud?" I ask again, reminding him that he sought me out for a reason. He nods, resting against my chest, patting and stroking my skin, running his fingers through my body hair. I've noticed he tends to seek comfort through touch. I wait, but he doesn't continue. I'm not worried, I'm sure he'll get there in his own time, I can wait. I run my hands down his body, until I grip his narrow hips and my hands practically swallow him whole. Jesus, he's so small and fragile. Again I'm stricken by the enormity of my situation, I'm wholly responsible for this little boy... the brother I barely know. Finally Colby breaks the silence, lifting his head up to look at me, "Can I take a bath?" I almost laugh at the easy request, since when is he too shy to ask for a bath? "Of course you can. Let me go get it ready for you." I lean forward, expecting him to crawl off of me... but he hesitates, shaking his head. "What's up, bud, you don't want me to get the bath ready?" I ask, confused. "No. I want you to take a bath with me," he mumbles. I hesitate. Fuck, what do I do? On one hand, I don't want to tell him no... but I'm pretty sure there are laws against shit like that. "I don't think that would be a good idea," I finally say, swallowing hard. "Please?" He pouts, sensing I'm on the edge of giving in. "Daddy used to!" He's imploring, borderline desperate. He needs this. Besides, if our father used to take a bath with him, it must not be a big deal. I'm clearly making a big deal of nothing... but it's not like I can call and ask him. Sadness rises within me, not so much for me, but at my baby brother's loss. There's no instruction manual for this, damn it... and now he looks like he's going to cry. "Okay, okay!" I concede, my hands framing his little face. "I'll take a bath with you." It's fine. I'll just wear my underwear, that way he can get what he wants without me risking someone getting the wrong idea. Colby smiles and I know I've made the right decision. "Last one to the bathroom is a rotten egg!" I say, standing up and cradling the small boy in my arms. He laughs as I run him in the opposite direction of the bathroom, gently tossing him on the couch before turning back around. "Hey, no fair!" Colby yells behind me as I purposely give him a chance to catch up, basically running in place. After a few seconds, he runs past me on little legs, yelling in glee. At least today, I'm doing a good job. "I win!" He coos rushing through the bathroom door. "Gee, how'd you get so fast?" I tease him, patting his shoulder as I catch up. "I dunno," he says, strutting around the little bathroom, proud of himself. These are the moments I wouldn't give up for the world. I let the water warm before I put in the stopper, adding some bubble bath and toys. I can't remember the last time I took a bath... so this should be fun. I strip down to my boxers while Colby watches me. His curiosity makes sense, I must look very different than my dad. "You sure you want me to take a bath with you?" I eye the tub dubiously, "There's not a lot of room in there." My baby brother doesn't seem to care, he nods, rushing to me and hugging my legs... his face awkwardly close to my crotch. "Please, take a bath with me, you promised!" I pet his head, running my fingers through his hair, "Okay, okay, you win!" I concede, secretly pleased he wants to spend time with me. "Arms up," I say as I strip the squirming boy naked... but that doesn't seem to slow him down. He continues to run around the small room, getting into everything. God, did I ever have this much energy? I'm envious. "Come on, let's get you in the tub." He finally stops and I help him in, lifting a leg to follow when he stops me. "No silly, you have to take your undies off," He laughs at me... and I'm torn. Though again, I feel like I'm making a big deal out of nothing, and I don't want to see him cry. Enough tears have been shed today. So I slip them off, cupping my junk as I finally step into the warm water. "Turn around," I tell him, sitting down, awkwardly trying to make sure we both have room. Colby ends up between my legs, his little body pressed against my soft cock... fuck, between his body and the warm water, this could pose an interesting problem. I let him splash and play, watching him gleefully squirm between my legs as I try really hard not to pop a boner... but fuck, everytime Colby moves my dick comes to life, begging for attention. I do my best to ignore the ache forming in my balls, not much I can do about it now, especially since Grey- "Ryan, can you wash me? He asks, quickly following it with "like Daddy used to?" He asks innocently enough... but I can tell he's already learning how to get his way. He turns around, crawling onto my lap, letting his body rest on my very interested dick... I try to think of an excuse, to explain what's happening below the water, but to my relief, Colby doesn't say a word. If he notices my inappropriate hardness pressed up against his little taint, he doesn't say anything. He just waits smiling at me. "Sure bud, whatever you want," I push out through gritted teeth. At this point, I'll do whatever gets us out of this tub so I can find some relief. He claps, excitedly rocking back and forth, "Yay! Thank you!" Fuuuuuck, I can feel myself giving into the pleasure which is not fucking happening. I grab his hips, forcing him to stop moving. "Stand up for me buddy," I say, my voice breathy with need. Colby leans over, using my chest to help him stand up, his legs spread awkwardly around me, the water cascading down his little frame, rivulets traversing the lines of his body. I've never noticed how soft he looks... how inviting. Before I can think better of it, I lean forward and lick his chest, feeling his little boy nipple harden under my tongue. He gasps as we make eye contact, an unspoken heat seemingly flaring between us. I awkwardly chuckle, pulling back as if I was kidding... and that was a totally normal thing to do. "Can you hand me the soap, buddy boy?" I ask, doing my best to ignore my now throbbing cock. This just keeps going from bad to worse... Colby turns around, bending over as he reaches for his soap and his washcloth, his perfect ass spreading in front of me. Shiiiiit, this isn't any better. I slam my eyes shut as images of me bending forward and eating his perfect boyhole threaten to overwhelm me. What the fuck is happening to me? I'm not a pervert. I'm not attracted to little boys... especially my own fucking brother. Greyson's words from earlier come back to me, and I curse him for putting these fucked up images in my brain. "Here you go!" Colby says helpfully, turning back around and handing me the soap. "Thanks buddy!" I take it from him, holding my hand out for the washcloth. He tries to give it to me, but misses, dropping it by mistake. The wet cloth hits the water with a loud plop between my legs. Before I can react, he dives after it. "OH! Sorry!" He yells, his hand grabbing at it in the water causing him to wrap his fingers around my cock in the process. I gasp as he tries to pull it back up, tugging on my dick and fuck it feels good. I shudder, my body bowing forward as pleasure courses through my body. I grab at Colby's hand, desperate to get him away from my sensitive shaft... or at least that's what I tell myself. Instead, I grab his hand, keeping him around the washcloth and more importantly, my cock. "It's okay buddy," I moan, as I press my advantage, allowing myself a few fast strokes. Jesus, this is so fucked. I finally let go of Colby's little hand, pulling the washcloth out of the water like nothing happened. I pour the soap, lathering slowly, trying to regain my composure. I wash my baby brother's body, doing my best to act clinical, but I'm already too keyed up. I can't help but notice the way he closes his eyes as I touch him... or how his nipples harden again under my hand. What would he look like cumming for me? Is he old enough to do that...? Probably not, but it would be a whole lot of fun trying. I eye his little boy nub and undeveloped balls, fighting with myself about whether or not to clean them too. That is definitely part of washing him... but then again, that falls solidly in his no-no square. "Okay, rinse off," I tell him, deciding not to push my luck. "Silly Ryan, you missed a spot!" He laughs, thrusting his hips at me. "I did!" I say, trying to laugh it off, "Where?" "Right here!" He says, taking my hand and placing it on his peen. I massage him with the cloth and he can't help but whine. "That feels good," he mumbles, his face turning pink as he gets warm. He grips my shoulders again, leaning into my hand. "That's good buddy, just let it go," I say, watching his face as he goes slack with pleasure. Fuck, so much for not crossing the line. "Turn around... let me clean your bum," I purr. Colby shudders and turns, bending over for me as I clean his cheeks and then his crack. He pushes back on my fingers, unbelievably responsive for a boy his age. I abandon the cloth, playing obscenely with his tight hole... holding my breath as I press into his heat with my fingertip. Colby hisses, but doesn't pull away. Oh fuck, thats its baby. "I need to make sure you're really clean, okay?" I say, molesting my kid brother. "Okay," he says, his sweet voice barely above a whisper in the quiet room. Jesus, he is really fucking tight. I let myself sink to my knuckle before pulling back out, slowly finger fucking his ass. God, this is so fucking wrong... but so right. I push another finger in and Colby grunts. "Almost clean, buddy," I say as I scissor inside of him, stretching his baby ring. God I want to lean forward and dive my tongue inside his guts... or better yet, use my dick to stretch his velvety walls. Oh god, I can't take it anymore. I grab my raging hard on with my other hand, jacking myself to the same rhythm I'm fingering his baby hole. Imagining I'm in his depths. "So close," I moan, as if I'm talking to him... but really I'm just fucking desperate to cum. Pleasure rushes to my core, bending my spine as my movements get sloppy. Colby reaches his little hands out to steady himself, but doesn't complain. "Oh fuck, that's it," I growl and grunt as hot liquid pleasure shoots out of my cock, into the dirty bathwater, waves of ecstasy crashing over me until I can't even hold myself up... and I'm panting, fighting to catch my breath. I open my eyes and find Colby watching me over his shoulder. Fuck, a crushing shame overwhelms me. I'm unable to meet his eyes as I pull my fingers out of his underdeveloped little body. Oh god, what have I done?? How am I ever going to trust myself with him ever again? "All clean," I say as I push to my knees, desperate to get us out of the cummy water. I step out, quickly wrapping a towel around my waste as I grab his hooded robe. "Come here, buddy, lets' dry you off." He lets me help him from the tub, and I quickly drain the water ... desperate to get rid of the evidence. Should I talk to him about what happened? Ask him not to tell anyone? Jesus, I need some fucking alcohol. "Go get your pajamas on buddy, I'll find us some dinner," I say, still unable to look at my baby brother as I shuffle like a zombie back to the kitchen. I should be arrested... I might even turn myself in if Colby had anywhere else to go. I pop the cap off a beer, landing heavily in one of my kitchen chairs as I take a big swig, waves of shame and disgust washing over me. My brain replaying every fucking moment of our naughty bath. "Ryan?" Colby materializes in front of me, completely fucking nude to my chagrin. So much delicious boy skin. I want to- No, not going there. "Yeah, bud?" I say, doing my best to drain my beer. Desperate not to look at his body, just let the heat of the moment fully pass. "Did I do something wrong?" He says and fuck, he sounds so sad. What the fuck could he have done? "What? Oh no, baby, why would you think that?" I ask, my embarrassment easily washing away, replaced by a need to comfort him. None of this is his fault. He crawls into my lap and I let him, grateful for the towel between us. "Then why did you stop?" "Stop?" I ask. I'm reeling, stop what? He doesn't know the dirty things I wanted to do to him... right? "You didn't put your penis in my bum. Didn't you want to?" I freeze. "Colby, no. That's wrong. We're brothers... and you're a kid. We can't do that." He doesn't seem to hear me though, he reaches down, rubbing my cock under the towel. I press my hand to his, forcing him to stop. "Please, don't you love me?" He asks, looking dejected at my refusal. "Of course I do, pretty boy. I love you more than anything," I admit honestly, "But there are some things we can't do." I try to explain... but he's not interested in listening. "Please!" he yells, suddenly bordering on desperation. "You don't know what you're asking for," I tell him, trying to stay outwardly calm even though I'm freaking out, my insides a snarly, confused mess. What the fuck is happening right now? "I do!" He cries, "Please, show me you love me." Jesus, he's so off the mark, I don't know why he thinks sex is tied to love... is this something he saw in a movie? Did I project my inappropriate feelings onto him? Is this my fault? "We don't have that kind of love. We can't..." I try, but he buries his head into my chest, refusing to listen. "Colby..." I start again, trying to pick my words carefully. I have no fucking clue how to get him to listen to me. "Pretty boy, please look at me." I say, rubbing his cheek until he meets my eyes. His face is red and wet with tears, his body trembling. He breaks my heart. "I know you think you want me to..." I stop, unable to get the words out. "Why don't you love me?" He doubles down, trying to rebury his face, but I don't let him. "I do love you, I love you more than anything!" I say emphatically, trying to let him feel my words. "NO! Why don't you love me like Daddy?" He sobs. Holy fuck, is he saying my dad used to... no, he has to be confused. "Like Daddy?" I ask, barely grunting the words, my stress coloring my tone. There's just no way that the man I loved, the man who raised me without so much as a leer preyed on his other kid. No fucking way. Colby nods, seemingly relieved I'm listening to him. "Daddy said that by letting him put his cock in my boypussy, I was showing him I loved him..." I gape, both at his language and the meaning of his words, my world falling apart yet again. No, no, no, it can't be. That sick fuck, I think, ignoring the fact that I was inside him less than an hour ago myself. Unwanted tears stream down my face as I realize this poor boy has been molested and raped by my father for who knows how long and now I've continued the cycle. If he wasn't dead, I'd fucking kill him. I grab my baby brother's little body, crushing him to my chest as we cry together. Each one of us betrayed by the father we thought we loved. "It's okay. You never have to do that again, I promise." I tell him even as he tries to kiss me, his tongue seeking out my mouth. Jesus, I don't know how to make him understand. "Baby, no. I'm so sorry, Daddy hurt you... but I'm never going to make you do that again. I promise." He shakes his head vehemently, crying harder as he begs, "Please, love me. I'll be good, you can't send me away." "Shhhh, shhh. I'll never send you away." I try to comfort him, but he's long past listening to me, instead he rubs his bottom on my groin and I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good... like really fucking good. The towel between us falls and I groan as his bare cheeks envelope my shaft, jacking my skin back and forth. Fuuuuck, why didn't I get us dressed. I grab his hips to make him stop... but I don't, I can't. A light seems to be shining deep within him for the first time since he's been here, and I don't want to snuff it out. Instead I let him ride me, both of us breathing hard. My spine tingles and my toes curl, fuck, I'm too fucking close. I can't let him make me cum. I can't! I push him off of me, desperation rising up in my chest. I expect him to cry again, but he has other plans. He pushes himself between my legs, his hot, tight mouth wrapping around my leaking head. FUCK! No, this is so much worse... and yet a million times better. I freeze, my body tense as he starts to suck. Diving deeper than a boy his size should be able to. I can't move, I can barely breathe as he gobbles more and more of my adult dick, his little hands wrapped firmly around my base. "Colby... fuck. Please, don't. This is... oh fuck, fuck, fuck." This is so bad, but I'm beyond resisting. I throw my head back, appreciating every luscious moment. He's unbelievably hot and tight he is around me, and the way his tongue tentatively swirls and explores the sensitive underside. Jesus, it feels amazing, downright addicting. I'm unable to stay still... my hips seem to have a mind of their own as they rut, pushing further into his mouth, seeking his throat. No! I need to put an end to this. I grip his hair, intending to pull him off, but find myself pushing him further down as he tries to swallow me, his eyes rolled up to watch. Colby gags and the sound brings me back to myself. I stand up, knocking over the chair with a loud crash as I struggle to put distance between me and my naked brother. I hold my arms out, as if to ward him off. "Please, I can do better," he promises, sinking into himself... he looks so small, so broken as if I just told him there's no such thing as Santa, not that he can't have my cock. His breathing hitches, getting faster as he borders on hysterical. Shit, what the fuck do I do?. He falls to his hands and knees, crawling towards me on all fours, abasing himself. Seriously, my dad is lucky he's dead. I have to fight the urge to close the gap, to go comfort my baby brother. As much as I hate seeing him like this, I'm not strong enough to fight further temptation. Colby makes it to me, running his little hands up my ankles, calves, and thighs as he reaches towards my groin, my dick weeping for his touch. "Please, please, please," he begs, breaking my heart as my resolve crumbles. I grab his hand, pulling him softly to his feet. "Shhh, shhh. It's okay, pretty boy, I'm here." He lifts his arms and I pick him up, needing to feel him. He wraps himself around me easily, his body still shaking with violent sobs. "Shhhh. I love you, I'll never let you go," I promise, desperate for him to stop crying. I dip down, bringing our faces together.... Pressing my lips to his, humming as he opens for me. I don't hesitate, terrified of hurting him more than I already have. I press into his mouth, allowing myself to really explore him for the first time. He's tight and warm, and I feel an undeniable thrill when his little tongue dances against mine. I grip the nape of his neck, locking him in place as I carry us towards my bedroom. I'm determined to show him just how much I love him... and that I fucking mean it when I say I'm not letting him go. I drop us onto the bed, greedily following him down and covering his body with mine. I grind my cock, but he's too small for our private parts to align... not that I'm complaining. He feels fucking fantastic beneath me. I lean back, hungrily admiring Colby's tight body as he wantonly splays himself open for me, his perfect rosebud teasing me as he opens his legs. Fuck. I grab some nearby lube, liberally applying it to my shaft, suddenly desperate to get inside my baby bro. I'm almost ashamed at how much I need it. How quickly I've abandoned my morals... my sanity. I grab my pretty boy's hips, pulling his body towards mine, his tiny legs falling open across my thighs. His perfect cheeks spreading just for me as I rub the tip of my cock along his moist crack, the promise of his heat making me shiver. "You ready, baby boy?" I ask, my voice hot with desire. I'm desperate to breach his body, to feel him around me... but I need to hear him first. "Tell me you want me," I ask. He nods, but his eyes stay closed. That won't do. "Look at me," I say seductively. We're in this together. He meets my eyes, but I can see it... he hesitates, looking nervous. Fuuuuck, where did this sudden shyness come from? "Oh baby," I say, dropping down to kiss his cheek, hugging him tightly, feeling the slight tremor that's still overtaking him. "I promise I'm going to make you feel good too." I shift gears, determined to make good on my promise. I kiss my way down his body, sucking his baby peen into my mouth, as I play with his hole. "Do you want it, baby?" He doesn't seem so apathetic now. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants, "Feels so good." That's what I like to hear, I push two fingers into his little backside while he's distracted and fuuuuck he's so tight. I have no idea if I'll be able to fit my cock up there... though I'm definitely going to try. I hook my fingers, knowing when I hit his special bundle of nerves by his reaction, his body goes rigid and his whines devolve into beautiful chaos. I roll my eyes up to watch him come undone and fuck he's beautiful. His little body is writhing and lifting off the mattress as his hands reach out, grasping at air... his hips bucking wildly against my face. I keep going, keep sucking until he begs me to stop, his fingers tangling roughly in my hair as he tries to push me off. "Did that feel good, pretty boy?" I ask as I lick and nip my way back up his body, stopping to pay attention to each one of his tiny nipples. "Please will you fuck me now... like Daddy?" He begs, and fuuuuuck I'm glad to see my little slut is back. "Are you sure you want this, pretty boy?" I ask, teasing now. "Please, Ryan, please put your cock in my boypussy. Show me you love me." God, his naughty mouth is delicious. "Okay baby, but I want you to ride me, okay?" He nods, beaming at me, excited to finally get his way. I lay back on the bed, inviting him to climb onto my throbbing cock... it's lubed and leaking, more than ready for him. I'm fucking desperate. I've never felt like this before. "I want you to be careful okay, this might hurt," I warn him as I line my cockhead up with his entrance, feeling the wall of flesh designed to keep me out... but he has other plans. Colby lets gravity take over as he drops onto my waiting dick, not caring about the pain... craving to be filled, to feel loved. His ring opens, begrudgingly letting me inside him and holy fuck, I'll never be the same. His walls envelope me, fitting perfectly around every sunken inch. I'm barely inside and I'm already seeing stars, oh fuck... it's too much, too fucking good. I grunt, breathing heavily as the sensations overwhelm me... electricity whipping up my spine. I'm so delectably deep inside his young body, but my pretty boy needs more. He lifts himself up, dropping down, letting his body devour my cock in spurts, taking more and more of me up his ass. God what a fucking sight, he leans forward, bracing himself on my stomach, determination and desire evident in his glossy eyes. "You feel so good," he whines. "I'm so full." I itch to slam that last bit into him... show him what it means to fuck me, but I force my hands behind my head, gritting my teeth as I try to breathe. Next time I'll show him... because being inside this amazing little boy is like heaven, I'll never get enough. "You're doing so good, baby," I encourage him, "You're riding my cock like a big boy." He grunts, his little legs helping to pull him on and off my pole. "Yes baby, you're almost there, take it all. Fuck!" My words egg him on, making him ride me harder and faster until his cheeks triumphantly meet my bush and I'm fully rooted. Holy fuck, I can't believe I fit. We stare at each other for a heartbeat, Colby flushed... smiling, feeling high on man cock. Something inside me breaks and I can't stay still anymore, we both rush forward with frenzied, chaotic movements as the kid rides my bucking hips, my cock slamming my way inside him, stretching him past his limits... "Please! Help me," Colby begs, getting more and more frustrated when he can't seem to find the right angle to touch that place inside of him. I might be fucking a kid... specifically my baby brother, but I'm not a monster. I give him what he wants. I grip his hips, forcing his body to lean back so that I can hit his little button. "YESSSS!" he screams, coming undone as his hole twitches, his insides squeezing and working my cock expertly. My toes curl, the beginnings of my own climax trying to consume me. Oh god, not yet. I'm not ready. "Don't move, don't move, don't move..." I beg, but he's too far gone. He doesn't hear me, he keeps grinding his narrow hips, forcing my cock in and out of his little cunt and that's all it takes. I shatter, my sanity rushing out in a wave of curses and cum as I fill my baby bro's compact little hole, claiming his perfectly warm depths as he shakes through his dry boygasm. Fuck, he is a hot little boy, his body radiates sex and pleasure... and he's mine. Despite blowing a load, I'm still rock hard and ready for more. Perfect. I slam my hips up, using my big hands to lock his little body in place as I flip us... loving the feel of him under me once again. I give a couple of thrusts of my hips, letting him feel how happy I am to still be inside him. He whines, doing his best to take me as the head of my cock hits the tapered part of his guts inside him. Jesus, I need to fuck him deeper, but the angle is wrong. I flip him over, staying sheathed in his sexy ass and holy fucking shit, what a sight. Watching his tiny cheeks spread and gape, taking my cock is addictive. Something I didn't realize I needed. "You like that, pretty boy... you like feeling my cock deep inside you." Colby whines, "Yes, please, fuck me." His words are right, but his body betrays him. He's stiff, his little fingers gripping the sheets as if he's holding on for dear life. I'm big and deep... and he's out of practice. He'll learn. I pull out until I'm sitting at the very tip of his body, on the precipice... fuck, he's mine for the taking. I press forward hard, letting him feel every inch of my cock as I take him again and again, rutting desperately. He's still impossibly tight, even with my last load churning inside of him. It's fucking delicious, his body twitches around me as I force my way in and out, my dick catching and dragging on his baby walls. Fuuuuuuuck me, I've never felt anything so good. My pretty boy is really crying out now, letting out an endless, keening whimper as I rearrange him from the inside. I can do better. I push harder, going even further into his depths as if I'm trying to break out on the other side... he gasps, trying to breath around my monster cock as it steals his breath. It can't feel good, but even now he doesn't stop me, he's reveling in my physical love. He asked for this, begged for it. "Get ready, baby, I've got another load just for you," I promise, feeling the familiar lick of pleasure as my nerves catch fire, the heat working its way down my spine... filling my core, desperately seeking release. "Tell me you want it," I pant, needing to hear him. "I want it! I want it! I WANT IT!" He begs me like the perfect little boyslut he is. Fucking delicious. I ride the edge as long as I can, but I'm dancing with the devil. I can feel myself slowly losing bits and pieces of my sanity as I try to stay in the game... keep moving. "Daddy, please!" Colby yells, forgetting himself... but fuck if that doesn't sound perfect. "Ugh. Fu-fuuuuck, I'm your Daddy now" I cry as I slam in one final time, pushing as deep as I can go... forcing my way into parts unknown.The slap of our bodies hangs in the air as I finally fall off the cliff, shooting long and deep, painting his insides again with my adult cum. Colby feels it, feels me filling him up again and writhes as he tries to accept my gift. "Say it again," I tell him, desperate to hear it one more time. "I love you, Daddy," He chants over and over again as I ride the waves of pleasure, the edges of my mind graying out... becoming blissfully numb as I drown in his guts. Fuck, I'm going to love being a dad to this pretty fucking boy. I collapse, fighting for breath and coming down from a truly epic orgasm when I hear the front door shutting. I make eye contact with Colby, both of us frozen in terror... my spent cock still deep inside his hot hole. "Babe?" Greyson calls from the front room. Fuck, talk about timing!!