Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2021 00:50:50 +0000
From: mobius2021 <mobius2021@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Brothers Next Door - 1 (gay, M/tt, inc, oral, anal)

THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius

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* This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real
life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my
direct knowledge.
* This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths
under the age of 18, including themes of incest.  Do not read if this
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Chapter One:

It was an easy spring day, one of the first of the year where I could
open the windows and change out the air.  Gentle breezes flowed through
the curtains and lifted up the general atmosphere of the house.  Opening
the windows would be a risk, I knew, but the deliciousness of the day
made my decision for me.

Glancing at the clock, I noted the time was 2:45pm -- I would have to
start getting ready.  I popped into the bathroom and did my business,
cleaning extra well afterward. As I stood there, my cock in my hand, I
appreciated its length and girth.  At just short of seven inches long and
two and a half inches around, I enjoyed being a bit larger than most
men.  Sure, there were bigger out there, but it was large enough to give
me plenty of opportunities for pleasure. And boy did I take advantage of
those opportunities.

Looking in the mirror, I surveyed my body.  At 43, I had a bit of a dad
bod, the tone of my youth having faded and some softness coming in.  I
had a bit of a belly, and my shape was certainly accented with dark hair
in all the right places.  I kept my pubes trimmed neatly, though, and my
soft cock hung in front of my deepening testicles which I kept shaved.
Overall, I missed my body from twenty years ago, but I knew from my
friends and coworkers I could have done a lot worse.

I slipped on some nylon gym shorts, no underwear, and sauntered over to
my bedroom.  I used to take a full shower before my afternoon visitor
arrived, but I had learned one day that my natural scent and flavor
turned up the heat for him, so I started waiting until afterwards.  As I
lay on my bed, I grabbed my phone and checked for any texts or messages.
None.  From there I started browsing Facebook, just biding my time.

It had certainly been a strange two years. After a rocky ten-year
marriage with my ex-wife Brenda, we finally split.  The circumstances
spun my head.  We had our problems: she wanted a man she could possess
and manipulate, to change like one of those little Ken dolls she used to
own as a little girl.  And I respected myself too much to accommodate
her.  But I did the whole "better or worse" thing for the sake of our
son.  I never even tried to cheat on her, just threw myself into my work
to avoid the constant fighting.  Finally, I discovered evidence she had
been fucking around with a neighbor... a man with less money to his name a
definitely less dick in his tighty-whities but was pliable and
controllable -- just like she wanted.

Well, my brother is a fantastic divorce attorney and with the evidence we
had, I was able to sue for divorce.  Here's where it gets crazy --
because she was the cheater, I didn't have to pay her alimony -- which
made her livid. BUT, even though I had more money, the laws of my state
favored the mother as the parent of guardianship, so my son had to live
with my ex-wife. It broke my heart a little, and she was smug because she
knew she could use her guardianship of little Adam to hurt me.  But it
was all fine in the end. The judge gave me liberal visitation rights and
I paid for most of his expenses directly: taking him shopping, paying for
educational costs, Boy Scouts, hockey -- the works. And, through my
brother, Brenda was told explicitly that if she couldn't manage to feed
him on her own, then the judge would be reconsidering her position as
primary guardian.

Finally, it was resolved, so I moved out to a town about 30 minutes down
the highway from them. I needed some space from that toxic woman while
still being close enough to travel for my son. I moved into this lovely
two-story house with a well-kept backyard in this quiet neighborhood. Big
enough for me and my son when he was visiting, but still comfortable and
cozy. I had done quite well for myself during my rocky marriage, when all
my overtime as an IT Project Director brought me a tidy nest egg.  Now,
as an independent consultant, I hardly ever had to report to an office at
all and could mostly keep my own hours.  It was ideal.

A breeze came through my bedroom window and gave me goosebumps over my
bare skin. I relished the feeling.  Since my separation from the shrew, I
started allowing myself to feel again.  I was becoming quite a
sensualist.

I checked the clock again and it was 3pm. Ah, any minute now I would hear
the door from the garage open and shut.  The garage which had an entrance
to my backyard.  My backyard which had a fence and gateway to the
property behind my own. The property owned by Carol, a single mother who
lived there with her two sons.

I had met Carol about six months after I had moved in.  She was throwing
a 4th of July Pool Party at her house and invited many members of the
neighborhood and some of her friends, so I went over with a large platter
of my homemade barbeque ribs.  It was a great mix and mingle, and she
warmly welcomed me to the neighborhood. She had been there for about 20
years and knew the old couple I bought my house from. It had been her,
her husband, and their two boys: Danny and Ethan.

Things got a bit rocky for them about ten years ago when her husband
didn't come home one day.  One day, he just packed up and left without a
word. Apparently, he was quite a drinker, and when drunk could be quite
unpredictable.  He couldn't be found after that, but in time she and her
boys rallied and moved on with their lives.

Ethan, the elder son, was 15 at the time and in high school.  He was
tall, and having been on the track team had a healthy, lean physique with
a summer tan.  His longish chestnut-brown hair swept over his face where
his hazel eyes peeked out from under his bangs.  Although he had a few
blemishes (which teenager doesn't?), he had a very athletic look to him
although there was something in his jawline and eyes that was ... I don't
know... feminine? Delicate?  When Carol introduced us, he took one look at
me, one look at the platter of ribs, and looking me right in the eye
exclaimed, "Wow, those look delicious!"  The way he said it while
looking at me made me feel a bit unsettled, and for a moment I wondered
if I was one of the things being presented to him he thought was
delicious.

After I settled into the party, mixing and meeting with the other
neighbors on the street -- all of whom were very gracious and welcoming
-- I finally sat down at one of the patio tables that had been set up
alongside the inground pool, where several families played.  In the pool
was one young teen with bright auburn hair and freckles who seemed to be
wrestling with one of the other kids in the water.  The other kid didn't
look to happy about it though, and it felt like the roughhousing was
pushing beyond his comfort.

Suddenly, Carol was right beside me again, complimenting me on the ribs.
Next to her was Ethan carrying a big plate of my ribs and he plunked down
into a chair beside me with his cola.  Carol turned to the pool and
shouted "Danny!  Knock it off, and get up here!"

The auburn-haired lad scowled briefly as he turned from his game and
lifted himself up to the edge of the pool, his playmate more than a
little relieved.  He sauntered over to his mother, glistening with water
and dripping over the stone patio with a look of detached disinterest on
his face.

"Danny, this is Todd Davis, our new neighbor. He's living behind us
where the Bentleys used to live.  You've got to try the ribs he brought
-- they're delicious!"

The 13-year-old considered me for a second. "Hey," he said, offering me
his fist and we bumped quickly.  Then without a word, he grabbed a few
ribs from his brother's plate and walked away without another word.

"Rude!" Carol called out after him.  Turning to me, she shook her head,
"It's the age, so they tell me."

"It's fine, Carol," I reassured her, and suddenly she was distracted
by one of the grill masters calling out and asking about some
condiments.  She excused herself and I was left at the table with Ethan.
As I looked his way preparing for small-talk, I was surprised that his
eyes locked onto mine, as if he had already been watching me carefully.
Even as he ate, he didn't break his gaze at all.

"These really are amazing, Mr. Davis," he said enthusiastically. "And
I love the sauce. It's perfect."

I was about to thank him, when his pink soft tongue came out from between
his lips and started licking the sauce from the shaft of meat in his
fingers.  His eyes were locked onto mine as he continued to lick the rib
clean of sauce. Then after a few second, he slipped the rib into his
mouth and started sucking on it. It was the most raunchy and suggestive
display I had seen from a 15-year-old since I had been in high school.
He must have seen my mouth drop, as he smiled slightly, pulling the rib
out of his mouth and then plunging it back in.  It did this a few times
before taking it out and, giggling, quickly chomped into the cooked flesh
and sucked it into his mouth.

"Delicious," he reaffirmed, "Only one other sauce is better than
this."

"Oh?" I asked, my throat slightly dry after his blatant display. His
lips spread into a wide Cheshire cat-like grin and nodded.

Suddenly, Ethan was called across the yard by his mother, and I was left
alone for a bit by myself, where I sat drinking my beer and waiting for
my hardon to go down.

That was the first day of my friendship with Carol and her family.  One
of the first things we learned about each other is that we both loved to
cook. She started inviting me over about once a week on Sunday nights to
cook together, making a nice family dinner for everyone.  We would cook,
clean up, and then play some family games.  Well, mostly it was Carol,
Ethan and I.  Danny remained aloof and disinterested, and after dinner
would usually just go off into his room to play video games alone.  Carol
tried to encourage him to join us, but he just ignored her.

Often times when we were all together, he definitely came off as cocky
and sarcastic.  Comments he made were always slightly derisive and
condescending.  While I was sometimes the target of his attitude problem,
the person who took the brunt of his abuse was his brother, Ethan.  Ethan
just seemed to take it, and he would just go quiet while his brother
spouted off. Then Carol would slam her hand on the table and send Danny
to his room.  It never bothered him -- he never felt punished -- because
it felt like he couldn't have been bothered to socialize with us anyway.

When Danny wasn't around, Ethan was always warm, open, and eager. While
he was never as graphically suggestive as he had been that day at the
pool party (probably because his mother was around), he found little ways
to engage with me. Always stepping a little closer. Little casual
touches. Big bear hugs at the end of the evening when I left to cross the
backyard to my house, bear hugs at an age where most young men were more
restrained in their displays of physical affection with other men.



I could hear the sound of the garage door open into my kitchen.  I heard
the thump of a backpack being dropped on the tile floor, followed by the
sounds of two soft clunks as trainers quickly followers.  I could hear
the eager padding of feet move through the kitchen, up the narrow
stairway, and onto the second-floor landing where Ethan slipped into my
bedroom quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm running a little late today. Track and field ran over
time today."

As I lay there on my back, my legs dangling off the edge of the mattress,
Ethan quickly pulled his soft t-shirt off his body and threw it on the
floor, followed by his nylon shorts and athletic supporter. I could see
the glisten on his skin as it was evident he had been sweating -- either
from his training or from his trek home. As he prepared to climb up on my
bed, he paused for a second and looked at me with a `Whoops'
expression.

"I'm a little sweaty," he said softly. "I don't want to ruin your
bedspread."

"Oh baby," I sighed, sitting up and pulling him up on top of me, "Me
and my bedspread like you sweaty."  With a sunshine smile, he melted
onto my body thrusting his lips against mine.  With Ethan, I had found a
beautiful synchronicity and we seemed to meet each other's energies
easily.

I felt his sweat-wet body against my bare skin as he kissed me, letting
go of all of the tension from the day as his tongue and lips sensuously
danced with mine, his naked hips grinding against me. His dick -- long,
smooth, hard, and uncut -- left a very generous trail of precum drizzling
onto my shorts.

He broke our kiss and sat up, continuing his grind against my covered,
rigid cock. He grabbed each of my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed at
my head.  While I could break loose if I wanted, why would I want that?
He was the pinnacle of sexiness right now, but he could be such a
chameleon.  I had seen him at his high school track meets, and the way he
mingled with the other students he was reserved and masculine -- a real
jock.  But here together, another Ethan came out -- passionate,
affectionate, physical and loving. His voice softened. He giggled. It was
as if he was a little boy again, or a girl.



I remembered the first time with Ethan.  It was Thanksgiving week, and
also Ethan's 16th birthday.  He was devastated that I wouldn't be here
for his party as I was taking my son Adam for a long Thanksgiving visit
to see my parents.  His birthday party was going to be on the Saturday
following Thanksgiving, but I wouldn't be back in town until Sunday
night.  He was a little withdrawn and not in his usual spirits by the
time I left our dinner together that Sunday evening.  I wished Carol and
the kids a wonderful holiday and promised I would see them in a few
weeks.

I was in bed with the lights out by midnight.  I had some remote work I
had to focus on the next day -- Monday -- before I went to pick up Adam
and go to the airport.  As I went through the checklist of everything I
had to do the next day before I could start my vacation, I also reflected
on Ethan's behavior at dinner.  There was something a little jealous in
his reaction when I had to decline his birthday invitation.

I also vaguely wondered when Danny's birthday was.  He never volunteered
the information and I had not been invited to anything for him.  Either
he didn't want me to know, or maybe he didn't have birthdays.  He was
going to be this snotty 13-year-old forever.

God help Carol, I chuckled to myself.

I drifted into the blanket of dark sleep in the midst of my silent house.
The only sounds were little noises of a house settling.  A click here.  A
creak there. I wasn't bothered. I had had a wonderful evening with good
friends. As I slipped into sleep, I gradually emerged into a dream from
my past.  I was a teenager in high school, and I was with my best friend
Jason.  We had a little clique of a few boys and we liked to have sex
together. Here in the dream, Jason was going down on me. My cock was
enveloped in his wet, hot mouth as his lips and tongue devoured me. His
touch always made my skin shiver with excitement.

As his desperate sucking on my cock gradually worked me up, I noticed
that it felt different.  This didn't have the light, floating sensation
of a dream. This felt rich and so powerfully sexual.  Somehow my mind
crossed a threshold and I realized I was no longer asleep in a dream
reliving a sexual memory with an old friend.  I was lying in my bed in my
dark house feeling a pair of luxurious lips and hot wet mouth slurping up
and down on my thick seven inches.

Disoriented, shocked, surprised -- what was going on?  The sheet and
blanket had been pulled aside, and since I never wore clothes to bed, I
was an open buffet.  I reached down and my hand ran into a head full of
soft hair as it moved up and down on my cock. I heard and felt the mouth
pop off the end of my cock, but the lips continued running up and down
the underside of my shaft.

"Since you aren't coming to my party," Ethan whispered, "I've
decided to take my present from you early."

"Ethan? What?" I stammered as I was quickly brought back to alertness.
I certainly wasn't a stranger to all-male sex, but Ethan was underaged
and I, unfortunately, was not.  That didn't phase Ethan though, as he
quickly flicked a button on his cell and his screen cast a soft glow
through my bedroom.  There he was, his lips quivering against my hot
flesh.  As he had with the 4th of July pool party, he locked his eyes
onto me, and I could feel the deep hunger in his eyes.

"God, do you know how many gallons of cum I've dropped after your
Sunday dinner visits? Ever since that pool party, I've been waiting to
make this happen. You are so fucking hot, Todd.  I wanted you to be my
birthday present, but since you aren't coming on Saturday, I'm going to
make you cum now."

"But you're underage!" I gasped.  He winked at me.

"Only a teensy bit. In this state, age of consent is 16, so we're only
a week early. Doesn't change what I want," he winked. With that, he
plunged his mouth and tongue over my hard cock again.  God, after all the
months of tension from the divorce and the years of hostility with my
ex-wife, it had been the first time someone had made love to my cock
since I could even remember.  He was eager and insatiable, kissing the
shaft, then sucking my copious precum from my head. He made an
exaggerated gulping sound as he did that, to emphasize his hunger. I
suddenly felt like that barbeque rib that met its destiny in his mouth
all those months ago. I groaned in appreciation.

His mouth slipped off my cock again, and he took it his fist, giving it a
final lick with his tongue. "Oh, so hard," he moaned as I felt his head
go down and sniff at the ballsack beneath. He moaned lustfully. His phone
went to sleep again and the room was cast into darkness.  I felt Ethan
shift his weight on the bed, and it felt like he was positioning himself
next to me. No, over me. I could feel his legs on the outside of my hips.
Which could only mean...

"No!" I gasped, but with a certain fluid grace, Ethan both shifted
himself forward while reaching back to hold my rigid cock in his warm
fingers. Before I could even register, he had positioned my knob against
his hot, hot hole and started sinking back against me. Before I could
protest, I could feel myself popping inside him and becoming enveloped by
his tight, wet ass.

I had too many thoughts explode in my brain.  I was inside him... that
sexy fucking neighbor boy practically forced himself onto my cock, not
that I would have needed much convincing otherwise. As he nestled fully
on my hips, he cooed softly as he felt my thickness and length fill him
up.  God, how could he have taken me so quickly?  He must have shown up
tonight pre-lubed and with a lot of prior experience.

But that didn't matter as he now started to ride me... slowly at first,
but then picking up the speed and force.  Each time he bottomed out on my
cock, he gave a little moan before lifting up again. In the hurricane of
my conflicting emotions in that moment, I surrendered to the only fact I
could really comprehend at that moment -- he wanted this. He wanted it.
He wanted ME.

I gripped his hips as he picked up his speed, his well-trained runner's
legs and glutes flexing and tight in my hands. As I ran my hands up his
stomach and down, I bumped into his hard cock and it was wet. As I let my
fingertips slip along the tip of his uncut cock, I felt his precum
running like a faucet. He gasped in pleasure as I swiped up a healthy
dollop on my fingers, reaching up to him. While the room was dark, he
seemed to sense my motion and quickly bent forward and sucked my fingers
into his mouth, eagerly lapping up his own precum.

"Oh, Mr. Davis," he groaned aloud, "You're fucking my ass.  Your cock
feels so good in me, Mr. Davis.  So good! I need it, Mr. Davis!"

That seemed to trigger him even further as he started to energetically
bounce on my cock.  The smell of our sex filled the room, the scent of
sweat and precum and musk. The loud sounds of his young ass slapping
against my crotch as my eager cock was massaged and milked by his hot,
throbbing hole drown out our moans of pleasure. But as he impaled himself
faster and faster on my grateful cock, I suddenly felt I was crossing the
point of no return.

Before I could even react or figure out how to slow it down, it was upon
me.  "Eeeethannnnnn!" I cried as I clenched his hips and thrust deep
into him, holding him so hard against me as I could feel my release
blasting into him.

"Oh, you're cumming, Mr. Davis!" he yelped. "I can feel it inside!
It's so hot, it's burning me! Oh fuck.... Oh shittttt...... Oh, happy
birthday to meeeeeee!"

With that, before I had even finished my last pulse of cream into his
well-used ass, I felt the burning droplets of his own spunk raining down
over my stomach and chest. I even felt one blast hit my face as his own
orgasm exploded between us.

Powerful, passionate, and so surreal, I wondered if I might actually pass
out after it all.  But I floated on a cloud, melting in my bed with Ethan
astride me. He sat there as I unclenched my hands from his hips, coming
down from our momentous highs. He laughed gently as he sighed and purred,
his ass lips still clenching at my slowly softening cock, trying to
elicit another response. He chuckled the joyful laughter of triumph.

We lay there, covered in Ethan's cum. As my cock slipped from his hole,
I felt my own cum dribble out and spill onto my crotch and run onto the
bed.  "Aw," I heard him pout, disappointed he couldn't keep it inside
him.  He leaned over me and thrust his mouth against mine, and we had our
first kiss. He was sweaty and warm and his tongue danced against mine. He
then licked at my face a few times before kissing me again. Suddenly I
could taste his own cum -- spurt onto my face, now on his tongue.  As we
came down from our high, he would lean down and suck up little puddles of
his own cum from my chest and then kiss me with it, letting it dribble
into my mouth as our tongues dueled.



Now here we were again, five months later and in the same position -- him
astride me. This time, afternoon sunlight flooded the bedroom and I could
see every beautiful inch of his 16-year-old body. He was the sexiest
thing I could ever imagine. Even his teenage blemishes couldn't detract
from his sexual glow.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time," he frowned, continuing to
slowly grind his ass against my covered cock, his own dick drizzling
precum over my belly button. This was usually code for no anal sex
today.  Ethan loved to fuck, but preferred to do it when he could take
his time. Unlike that frantic first time, he liked to go slow --
gradually opening each other with a lot of kissing, fingering, and
rimming before I entered him, moving steadily and savoring any second of
contact between us.

"Then let's make the most of the time we have," I smiled up at him. He
sat up, releasing my pinned arms while at the same time crawling back off
my legs and back onto the floor. Knowing how he liked to work, I pushed
myself further across the mattress, giving him more room. With a swift
and decisive motion, his fingers grabbed the waistline of my short and
pulled them off my legs, suddenly unveiling my very chubby cock, wet with
my precum. His favorite plaything.

He gasped in delight seeing it again, and took a deep breath.

"Oh, Todd, I think you love me... you didn't shower yet," he whispered
in awe, bending over and leaning across the mattress, bringing his
enamored face close to my balls.  He sniffed and breathed deeply,
pressing his nose and mouth into my sack. He let his lips and tongue ever
so slightly lick my testicles before he quickly dropped lower down and
stuck his nose into my taint.  He inhaled so deeply, I was afraid he
would pass out.

"Oh, Todd, how I wish we had more than twenty minutes," he sighed. It
was true. Over the last five months, we found twenty minutes here, two
hours there, but we never had the chance to experience a long, languid
evening where we could just cuddle and slowly devour each other until
there was nothing left. Everything felt rushed, but it was all we could
do without raising any suspicion about our relationship.

In that moment, he slipped his whole mouth over my sticky wet cock,
slurping up the precum I was leaking.  He wetly came off my cock again,
looking at me in the eye.

"THIS is my favorite sauce," he winked.  A reference to his fellatio of
my barbeque ribs from the 4th of July.

I fell back onto the mattress and closed my eyes as his lips wrapped
around me again to begin their work.  Ethan truly loved my cock, and he
truly made love to my cock. He had frequently told me how he would love
nothing more than to suck on me for hours and try to see how many loads
he could coax out of my balls in the course of a day. We never got to
have a full day, but the feel of him on me was always a rapture.

He never seemed to have a problem with my size.  In the beginning, he
would choke a little, but he seemed to like the sensation.  Now, after
several months of practice, he could easily take me down to the root and
still massage me lovingly with his eager tongue. I sometimes wondered
where he got his considerable experience -- I didn't think a virgin
could handle someone my size so easily or eagerly -- but then again, he
was entitled to his secrets.  I was now one of his secrets, after all.

He hummed happily slurping on my hard cock, "Oh fuck, Todd, I could have
this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I wish you would marry mom so I
would have access to this 24/7!"

Occasionally he would make comments like this, implying his desire for a
permanent family relationship.  While Carol and I quickly realized early
on that we didn't have any physical chemistry together, we had become
good friends and I had been welcomed, almost, as part of their family.
But a part of me was always too far away for Ethan's tastes. Before I
could even analyze the implications of his desire to suck me off as a
stepfather on a daily basis, his eager mouth and tongue distracted me
with their magic.

"Todd," he gasped, coming up for breath, "do the talk. You know I love
it."

Ethan really enjoyed the dirty talk. Ever since the first night together,
I realized he was very verbal -- hence why I had to be careful with
opening the windows. At least that was my fear with the good weather
coming, that the entire neighborhood could hear him beg me for my load.

"Oh, baby, your mouth is so good. You make me feel so good, Ethan," I
said urgently to him. "I love when you suck on my cock. My cock wants to
be inside you, every day."

He groaned around my cock as he picked up speed, swallowing it down
before pulling up again.

"You're my good boy, Ethan. You make love to my dick like no one else.
Every way you touch me makes me drop all my cream."

"Mm-hmm" he moaned over my cock, making my twitch down to my taint.
His eager sucking was bringing me quickly to the cross over point.  I had
learned how to better slow down our climax, but given he was short on
time today, I didn't want to risk a lengthy session.  As I lay back, my
eyes closed, I got ready for the lightning bolts he inevitably brought
out in me.

"Oh, Ethan-baby, I'm so close. Make me cum, baby, and swallow every
drop!"

Ethan responded with a sharp squeak. As I relaxed into the climax I could
feel quickly approaching, the feel of his blowjob changed slightly.
While Ethan was making the mattress shake as he rocked himself onto my
cock, the movement felt different... a little faster than the feel of his
lips on me.

"Oh, yes, baby," I breathed heavily, "here it comes!"

I opened my eyes and lifted up to watch him take my load -- my favorite
show. But I was shocked and aghast to suddenly see 13-year-old Danny
behind his older brother, fully naked and bucking his hips into Ethan.  I
had never seen Danny before, but his body was surprising muscular and
toned. While he was still on the shorter side, his built physique made
him look powerful and spry. His fucking was brisk and energetic, hence
the faster movement rocking the mattress.  His head was up, eyes closed,
with a look of smug bliss on his face.

Despite the chaos of the moment, I was too far gone and I gasped loudly
as I exploded into Ethan's throat.  I could feel him gulping at my load,
sucking it deep down inside of him.

Danny opened his eyes as I came, seeing my body convulse at Ethan's
work.  The 13-year-old simultaneously grinned at me mischievously...
evilly... while thrusting even harder into his brother.

"Fuck yeah, Eeth," Danny moaned. "Your pussy feels so good. I knew you
were always a pussy, but I didn't know you actually had a pussy.  Now
you can see what a real fuck feels like, you faggot!"

I was in a delirious state after my orgasm and would have gotten up to
stop this, but I was still pinned under Ethan.  Danny's weight on his
ass kept him pressed against me, my cock still in his mouth.  I hadn't
yet seen what Danny was carrying, but I saw Ethan and there were tears in
his eyes, his face red, a look of shame and embarrassment as he was being
taken by his younger brother.

After a few moments of fiery thrusting so powerful I thought they would
push the mattress right off the box spring, Danny threw his head back and
clenched his face as he punched in one final time, screaming as he came.
God, I hoped none of the neighbors heard that!  He spasmed for about
fifteen seconds, then seemed to droop over his brother's body.

After a moment, with a quick motion Danny pushed himself out of Ethan's
ass, which had the effect of not only moving him back to the door, but
also pushing Ethan up against me. I was sitting up at this point and
clutched at the 16-year-old, holding him to me as he gasped and sputtered
from having finally been released from my cock.

Danny took another deep breath before he levelled his gaze at us again,
his smile broadening into another wicked, evil grin. From behind him from
the floor, he lifted up his cell phone and waved it at us.

"Well, well, well," he said. "Welcome to the NEW program, kids. Unless
you want the old perv to go away for a long, long time, I'll be in
charge of this party from now on."


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