Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2021 01:26:56 +0000
From: mobius2021 <mobius2021@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Brothers Next Door - 2 (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 Two:

The air of the early spring afternoon wafted through the bedroom curtains
as we sat there on the edge of my bed.  I held Ethan as he tried to catch
his breath, having been forced down on my cock and unable to breathe.
Standing across from us was Ethan's younger 13-year-old brother, holding
up his cell phone and eyeing us with a broad smug grin.

How had that just happened? In the midst of our lovemaking, with
16-year-old Ethan swallowing my urgent cock with passion and lust, Danny
had snuck in while we were in our delirium and forced himself into his
brother's ass, fucking him hard until he came with a roar.  Now he stood
there fully nude, his muscular, cut body looked strangely out of
proportion for a younger boy.  I had heard from his mom that Danny had
been on the wrestling team for several years at the middle school, which
would explain his physique. His bright auburn hair was matted down with
the sweat from his exertions, and his face flushed red making the
freckles across his nose and cheeks glow. He projected a commanding
presence in the room. And why not? If his gesture with his phone meant
anything, it meant he had taken plenty of photos -- maybe even video --
before he decided to jump into the session. For the moment, he had all
the power.

Ethan seemed to be breathing normally again, but his eyes trembled with
fear.  I suspected Ethan feared however hard his brother had made their
life at home, with this new discovery, life with him was going to become
worse.  I couldn't reassure him, either. In my months of knowing the
boys and their mother, Carol, Danny at best could be aloof and distant.
At worse, he could be a real arrogant prick, insulting and demeaning to
others.  However much his body dripped a surreal masculine sexiness for a
young teenager, his attitude had made him ugly.

"That's right, I own this party now," he said as his own breathing
returned to normal. Reaching down with his left hand, he squeezed his
puffy and slowly wilting erection, milking out the last dregs of the load
he had left up his brother's ass. Then with a wicked smile, he flicked
it off his fingers at us.  The strand of potent ejaculate hit my and
Ethan's legs.

I considered Danny's cock for the first time as he stood there holding
it. Milky white skin with a light blue vein running along one side,
circled by a tuft of growing red pubic hair.  Uncut like his brother, his
recently activity had left the foreskin pulled back and bunched behind
the ridge of his glans, which were shining purple. Suddenly, I could
imagine why Ethan had been left with tears in his eyes: it looked thick.
Ethan at 16 had a six-and-a-half-inch cock which was well proportioned.
Danny, however, at 13 already looked like he was pushing six inches with
a mushroom shaped head and shaft that seemed to get thicker as it got to
the base.  Even thicker than mine.  With those proportions, what kind of
monster cock would Danny have at the age of 18?

"Looking at my cock, perv?" Danny sneered at me.  "Want me to give you
some?  Well, soon, faggot. I know how much you pedos need a good kiddie
cock to be happy."

"What do you want, Danny?" Ethan finally spoke up. "Why the fuck are
you doing this?"

"Because, pussy, you two are fucking idiots!" Danny yelled back.
"Jesus, you think no one was watching you week after week? I have idea
how mom can still be so blind, but Ethan -- you were practically throwing
yourself at him! Because he has a kid and an ex-wife, I figured Todd was
straight and you were just embarrassing yourself. But when I saw you
starting to come home through the backyard and not from the bus stop at
the corner of the street, that's when I knew you two were getting
nasty."

Danny reached down and started pulling on his underwear, which had been
cast off near the bedroom door.

"So now, because you two homos can't seem to control yourselves,"
Danny continued as he slithered into his blue jeans, "I'm going to have
to put a leash on you." With that, he waved his phone at us again before
slipping it into his pants pocket.

"He didn't do anything wrong!" Ethan cried. "I'm over the age of
consent and I wanted to be with him!"

Danny just let loose with a maniacal cackle, "Over the age of consent? I
don't think you really bothered to read the details, did ya, pussy?  Do
the research, numb-nuts: in this state, 16 is the allowable age of
consent if your sexual partner is no more than five years older than you.
Some crap about Romeo and Juliet.  But those laws don't apply when your
fucking lover is 25 years older than you. So, if anyone were to see the
footage I took, good ol' Mister Davis would be going away for statutory
and you would be spending a long, long time at Meadowbrook."

I had heard of Meadowbrook.  It was about fifty miles up the highway. I
heard it was an inpatient center for adolescents who had mental health
issues in recovering from violence, abuse, and substance addiction.  None
of the things I actually heard about Meadowbrook, however, were pleasant.

"Okay, that's enough now, Danny," I said in low, serious voice. "This
isn't a game."

"Oh, yes, it is, Toddy-boy," he sneered. "This is the game we're
playing now, the three of us.  And I'm setting the rules."

"First rule is, since you two homos can't be trusted to behave
yourselves, you can't be alone together anymore.  From here on out,
you'll need an escort.  Obviously, our little family dinners with mom
won't be a problem, but any other time, and I'll need to chaperone. So,
if you ever expect to enjoy each other's company again, I would be very,
very nice to me."

"The second rule is, I think now that I know how good Ethan's pussy
is... it belongs to me now.  But considering it will probably be a hard
habit to break, Todd, I'm willing to rent it out to you on occasion.
Maybe $500 a pop?"

"Five hundred?!" I cried. This little sociopath was working all the
angles.

"But don't be sad, Todd," Danny said to me. "Like I said, I know how
you pedos need kiddie cock on a regular basis or you'll start going out
and raping kids or shit. God knows I don't need you jumping my friends
on the way home from school. So, I'll stop by and make sure you get some
of this kiddie cock. I mean, if you wanna go homo over little kids, you
might as well go all the way."

Grabbing his crotch, he then kissed his lips and me and winked. I tried
to figure out something to say, something to do, but Danny left me
speechless.  I could only sit there on the side of my bed, holding Ethan
in my arms.

Danny finished his dressing, pulling his t-shirt over his head, "Come on
now, Eeth... time to get home.  It would be terrible if we were late and
mom started asking questions, because then I'd have to tell her. I'll
meet you downstairs in the kitchen -- you have two minutes."

And with that, Danny swept from the bedroom and quickly scrambled down
the stairs.  As he left, I hugged Ethan closely, my hand slipping down
cupping his bubble butt.

"This isn't good, is it?" I asked him.

"I don't know why he's doing this," Danny cried. "It's like his
only purpose is to make me miserable.  I've never done anything to
him!"

As a check, I let my fingers play slightly along his opened hole.  I felt
sticky wetness on my fingers, and when I lifted my hand, I blobs of white
with a red streak.

"Damn, Ethan... you're bleeding!"

"I felt something when he pushed into me," he sniffled.  Suddenly, I
heard Danny banging around downstairs -- he was getting impatient.  I
helped Ethan stand and get his clothes on. Once he was finally dressed,
he stood at my bedroom door sniffling again, trying to hide the tears of
his fear and embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Todd," he whispered, pushing his mouth against mine,
kissing me as deeply as he could, anxious about how long it might be
until we could be together again.  After a moment of bliss, I pulled
away.

"Hey, Ethan, don't make me come upstairs and get you!" Danny hollered
from downstairs.

"Hey," I smiled at Ethan, "we'll get through this.  Have patience,
and I'll figure out a way to wrangle Danny."

Ethan nodded, then turned and left the bedroom.  I could hear him walk
into the kitchen, and after some rattling around in the kitchen getting
his gear, heard him and his brother leave through the garage door.  In
that moment, the shock of the afternoon settled in on me, and I slumped
my naked body down on the bedroom floor where I had been standing.

How could that even have happened? Not only had Danny secretly followed
Ethan over, he somehow got into my house to catch us doing the
unthinkable. Ethan must have forgotten to lock the door when he came in
-- it was the only explanation I had.  But as obnoxious as that little
turd had been, he was probably right about a few things. Ethan had been
too attentive and smitten when I was around, a lot more than you would
expect with a friend of the family.  And I hadn't realized that Ethan
wasn't being careful when he left my house in the afternoons.  He only
came over once or twice a week, but it had been going on for a few
months, so it would have been enough time to be noticeable to anyone who
was paying attention.

Obviously, we deluded ourselves into thinking we were safe.  Ethan held
up his "age of consent" rights so convincingly, I had just accepted it
without double-checking the fine print.  Danny's explanation was
probably closer to the reality.  But even if it worked out that I legally
wasn't committing statutory rape with Ethan, it would still be enough to
ruin me.  Carol would certainly take action, and if my ex-wife ever found
out, she could certainly use it with a judge to convince the courts I
should have no contact with my son indefinitely.  I don't think I had
ever felt stupider.

But one thing was in our favor -- which was that Danny hadn't just gone
out the door to the police.  He wanted to play this game of his, leverage
this blackmail over us, and it sounded like he was expecting a lot of
sexual gratification out of it.  I suppose he could demand more tangible
payments -- like cash or swag -- but he seemed focused on using Ethan and
myself for his own sexual enjoyment.  This meant that we had time to work
something out with him, get him on our side.  The only question was
whether he would get bored with his game quickly and then throw us to the
wolves.

After the months of knowing the two brothers, they could not have been
any different.  Ethan was always friendly, outgoing, and at least in our
private times, very affectionate and physical.  But while it was obvious
to me that Ethan preferred to be a bottom in our lovemaking (not
exclusively, but he certainly wanted it more), he was actually pretty
assertive about it.  My friends used to describe a young man like that as
a "power bottom".  On the other hand, Danny was more antisocial and
disinterested, using his intelligence to verbally devastate other
people.  He was aggressive -- usually passively, but sometimes -- like
today -- there was nothing passive about it.  He was so focused on
hurting his brother, and it made me wonder:  is everything playing out
right now ultimately some power play to become the alpha male of the
family?  Finding out his brother is gay, Danny hits puberty and decides
to wrest the seat of power from his older brother?

Maybe. But one thing for sure was that if Ethan and I were ever going to
have peace, I'd have to find a way to fix Danny's twisted heart.  I
just hope I had enough time to do it.


I certainly had quite a few drinks that evening after I got up and put my
clothes on.  I think I jumped each time my cell phoned bleeped with a
text message or phone call, expecting any one of them to be the end of
the world -- Danny, Carol, or the police. But eventually I was able to
slip into an uneasy sleep, waking several times during the night with
turbulent dreams.

The next day was Thursday, and I was exhausted and a wreck, which really
impacted my work from home office.  I tried to take a nap in the
afternoon, but just couldn't relax.  While I was cautiously optimistic
that if a dime had been dropped, I would already be talking to a police
officer, I was still worried about Ethan.  I could only imagine what
torments Danny was inflicting on his brother. After finding the blood in
his ass from Danny's rough fuck, I knew that Ethan was at risk for
physical injury.

By Thursday night, I tried to go to sleep early, but I was overtired and
mentally foggy. No matter what I tried, I tossed and turned unable to
fall to sleep. Finally, at 11:30, I went into the bathroom to grab an
Ambien -- the remains of an earlier prescription I had gotten when the
stress of my divorce was giving me a lot of insomnia.  Laying back in my
bedroom, naked as usual, I started to feel the heavy glove of the
medication sinking over me.  But suddenly the heaviness felt a little too
uncomfortable. Like a final flash of realization, I suddenly remembered
having two scotch and sodas a few hours previously. The combination was
hitting me like a one two punch and suddenly I disappeared into the dark
fog of nothingness.

The next day, I awoke in my bed with cell-phone alarm going off.  I
usually woke each day at 7am so I could get logged in by 8.  Groggily, my
body feeling like a ton of bricks, I rolled over and looked at my phone.
It was 10am!  I had slept through my alarm for three hours!  The surge of
panic and adrenaline got me up and out of bed, although my head still
felt cloudy.  As I walked towards the bathroom, I swore never to mix
Ambien with alcohol again - I could taste the most horrible morning
breath in my mouth, and there was a soreness in my upper thigh like a
charley-horse.

I got in for a quick shower, and as I soaped myself all over, I noticed
that the soreness of the charley-horse wasn't in my leg, it was in my
ass.  As I washed my backside, I could feel tenderness around my anus.
In my groggy state, I wrote it off as something I had done earlier when I
had collapsed myself on the bedroom floor Wednesday afternoon after Ethan
and Danny left. I started making coffee and then quickly logged into my
office so I could catch my boss.  Luckily, he knew me for years and
wasn't concerned I was a few hours late. He knew I would make up any
time.

Finally settled in my office with my coffee, quasi-conscious through the
lingering fog of the Ambien, I started my activity and grabbed my cell
phone. It was then I noticed I had a new SMS message from an unfamiliar
number.  Curious, I wondered if it was spam.  But then, most spam came
into my phone using a distant area code or exchange.  The SMS came from a
local number and only seemed to contain two 30 second video clips.

Oh God. What was this? Surrounded by my computer screens and all the
software code I had to debug for the day's docket, it all fell away from
my sight as I became hyper-aware of my phone's screen.

The first video was mostly in darkness, but with a small cone of light
projected from the camera.  The light illuminated a very close-up image
of a bright white object moving back and forth across a darker object. I
was confused for a second, but the image then seemed to focus, and my
breath stopped. It was a very white, smooth, and thick cock thrusting its
purple head into and out of the darker, shaded pucker of a man's anus.
The head would pop out and would be thrust in quickly again, making a few
deep jabs before pulling out again.

The camera then pulled away a bit, providing a larger picture. The adult
body was on its side, one of its legs lifted up.  The thick cock plunged
in between the man's two ass cheeks repeatedly. The light from the
camera caught the gyrating, flexing smooth abs of the cock's owner
before catching the red in the tufts of young pubic hair.  The only
sounds were the rocking of the mattress beneath them and the sporadic
grunts of delight coming from the cameraman.

The clip ended and I quickly played the second one.

The second clip had top-down view of my face crushed into the pillow,
completely asleep, mouth open and drooling. Above me, the cameraman was
eagerly milking the hard cock that had been fucking my ass. He could
barely get his fingers around it, but he stroked and purred and groaned.
Finally, he seemed to quickly shift himself toward me, pointing his head
directly at my open mouth.  With a grunt and a shudder, the rigid cock
began spurting shot after shot of creamy white ejaculate into my mouth.
Some shots streaked my cheek or my pillow, but mostly ended up inside. As
the cameraman milked out a few final drops onto my face, I appear to have
instinctively swallowed in my unconscious state.

What. The. Fuck?

Suddenly, my very lucrative consulting work meant nothing next to
figuring out what happened. I mean, it was obvious what happened, but
HOW?  How the fuck did that sexy, malicious demon get into my house and
then bugger me for who knows how long before cumming in my mouth?  I ran
up to my bedroom to check my sheets, and there in my disheveled bed, I
could notice stains from saliva and something crustier dried on my
pillowcase.

Okay, but the big question is -- how did he get in?  I had assumed that
the first time, Ethan had accidentally left the door unlocked the
afternoon of our last tryst. But because of that very incident, I had
since been paranoid about making sure the deadbolt was locked. So how did
that fucker get in again?

I went over the garage door to check it out.  The deadbolt was thrown,
and there was nothing loose about the door construction or the door
frame. I checked the half-window in the room, which was about five feet
above the ground.  It was painted shut.  Think, Todd... Think!

It was then I remembered something from earlier.  It was from my first
time with Ethan, that Sunday night he snuck into my bedroom.  I had
always assumed I had forgotten to the lock the door after I came in from
crossing the backyard from Carol's house.  But what if I had?  What if
both boys knew of a way to get into the house?

I opened the door to the backyard and looked around.  The back yard was
neat, but I hadn't had the opportunity to do a lot of trimming work.  I
poked around the door, where some gardening materials had been piled up
for (eventual) use.  It was there I noticed a stack of plastic planters,
which had been left behind by the previous owners.  I went through them
until I lifted the bottom planter, and there laying on the ground was a
key.

Fuck -- an emergency key, probably put there by the last owners and
forgotten.  Obviously, the boys knew about it, and used it to their
advantage. Fuck.

I grabbed the key and replaced the planters, returning indoors and
locking the door -- hopefully for good.  From there, I had to quickly
return to my office and get my head into my work.  I couldn't let the
drama with the boys impact my career.  I had to keep that on track.
Luckily, as with my marriage, I could use my work to escape the tension
and anxiety of my home life.  Something about coding made my brain change
gears, and I could get lost in the complexity of logic and language as I
analyzed the software code.

From there, I was able to get through the remainder of my Friday easily
enough. I got so caught up in my work that it was 7pm before I knew it,
so I logged everything off and started working on my dinner.  As I
chopped the chicken for the stir-fry, my thoughts went back to Ethan.
How was he doing?  Was everyone okay?  I knew Carol was a very attentive
mother, but she wasn't in the house with them all the time -- she had a
job after all.  There would be plenty of opportunities for Danny to go
after his brother.

I just couldn't understand it -- with all of the gifts that Danny had: a
loving home, a fit and beautiful body, and an amazingly intelligent mind,
how did he become such a cruel human being?  Something didn't add up,
and if I was going to work on Danny, I had to figure it out.

As I plated my stir-fry, I gave in and decided I would risk texting
Ethan.  I would keep it simple and neutral, to avoid any suspicion from
anyone who might be monitoring his phone. Carol, or otherwise.

> HEY, E.  HOW WAS YOUR WEEK? TGIF, RIGHT?

I completed my dinner, washed the dishes and started catching up on some
Marvel shows that were streaming on Disney plus.  After three hours, no
response came through my phone.

After the really rough week, I decided to turn in early at around 10pm to
try to normalize my sleep.  I lay in my bed, watching YouTube clips on my
phone as I relaxed, when suddenly my phone pinged with a text message.
Finally! I flipped over to the messenger app.

WE'RE SORRY, BUT ETHAN IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE. PLEASE CHECK THE NUMBER
AND DIAL AGAIN <

I was confused for a second, until I noticed it was the same number that
sent me the videos from earlier. Fuck.  Well at least I could confirm
that Danny had somehow intercepted Ethan's message.

Scrolling up to the previous message, I decided to replay the video
clips.  As I watched Danny's young but adult-sized cock thrust itself
into my ass cheeks over and over again, I couldn't help but feel
aroused.  The soreness in my own backside had faded hours ago, so now it
was just like watching some porn.  I noticed my own ass from that angle
-- an angle one never really gets to see every day -- and with a little
bit of pride I had to admit it didn't look all that bad for a guy in his
mid-forties.  I had certainly seen worse in online videos.

But it was mesmerizing watching Danny's 13-year-old cock thrusting into
me.  While no one watching the video would be able to identify either
person, you could tell the red-haired cameraman was young. Not a lot of
hair on his body, except a patch filling out around his cock and pubes.
Otherwise, he was hairless, his skin pale, smooth, and beautiful. His
cock looked as thick as it did the first time, and each time he bottomed
out, you could tell my hole was getting stretched. Thank God I was
unconscious and not feeling any pain.

But should I thank God for that?  I was no stranger to anal sex. I had
bottomed quite a few times in high school during my experimental phase,
and had even taken Ethan a few times when he wanted to flip the script
between us.  But part of me in that moment wished I had been awake for
Danny's fuck -- feel his beast-like jabs into me, fueled not by learned
technique but by pubescent testosterone triggering whatever primal
instincts he had deep in his DNA.

The second video replayed and I watched him jerk off into my slack-jawed
mouth.  It looked like a massive amount, too.  I realized I had forgotten
about my pillow earlier, and hadn't changed any of the sheets yet.  As I
lay in my bed, my own cock throbbing nicely, I picked up the used pillow
beside me and examined it.  Streaks of his urgent discharge were clearly
evident in some crusted splotches on the fabric.  Quietly surrendering
the insanity my life had quickly become, I brought the pillow to my mouth
and sucked on the fabric.  I mostly tasted the flannel, but behind that
was another flavor -- something once pungent but now fading.

I felt so conflicted.  Here was this gorgeous young man with a cock
worthy to be worshipped, but with a dark soul who was bent on making his
brother suffer and toying with my life. As much as I wanted to resist
him, watching him rape my ass was turning me on in ways I never expected.

I fell asleep that night in my bed, having sucked most of his dried cum
from my pillowcase with my semi-hard cock in my hand. It was an easy,
natural sleep this time, after a few rocky days of little sleep and
Ambien.

At around 1:30 in the morning, my phone pinged with a text message.  I
ignored it, but before I could fall back asleep, it pinged again. And
again. Realizing the sender would not be ignored, I grabbed my phone to
check the messages:

LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN! <
LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN! <
LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN! <

It was from Danny.  I could only surmise he had deigned to pay me another
surprise visit tonight, but found that I had removed the emergency key.
Womp-womp, Danny -- I win this round.  I texted back:

> NOT BY THE HAIRS OF MY CHINNEY-CHIN-CHIN

I had to weigh for a second whether his need for dominance would outweigh
his intelligence, and whether he would try to force his way in. On the
one hand, Danny liked to make his points very forcefully.  But on the
other, he was smart enough to know if he did any real damage to property,
something that might be noticed, it might create evidence which could be
shown to his mom.

And in that moment, as I realized the mixed taste of cotton and dried
semen in my mouth, there was a fragment of me that wanted to go down and
let him in. Let him have what he wanted.  But I needed to get some sleep,
and frankly I wasn't willing to give him anything until I could confirm
how Ethan was doing.

As I started to drift back the sleep again, my phone pinged one more
time. I lifted my head and phone to read the final message:

GIVE ME THE KEY ON SUNDAY, AND I'LL BRING ETHAN BY FOR A VISIT ON
WEDNESDAY. SCOUT'S HONOR. <

Oh fuck, I thought, let the games begin.  I fell asleep vaguely amused he
used the expression `scout's honor'... as if he knew what honor was.


I spent most of the next day with Adam, picking him up from my ex-wife's
house to take him to IHOP, and then it would be a day of shopping and
fun.  During the last visit, I had taken him to the museum of modern art,
so this visit I thought the weather was nice enough for outdoor fun so we
went to the zoo.  It was just such a relief to spend the day with my boy
-- most of the time he was exuberant, several times introspective, and a
few times bratty.  We caught up on each other's lives.  I didn't have
much to share -- at least nothing that you could safely tell a
10-year-old.  He caught me up on his school, his friends, and life at
home with his mother and Darryl.  Apparently, just like she always
wanted, Brenda finally had a man wrapped around her little finger, and he
danced like her little puppet.

After the sun got low, we left the zoo and had a great dinner at Red
Lobster.  I had him home by 8:30 -- well ahead of his 9:00 curfew (just
to avoid a pointless fight with Brenda), and I was back at my door by
9:15.

This was the time, though, that I was dreading. For our Sunday dinner,
Carol and I usually spoke on the phone Saturday night to plan what we
were going to do. It helped in case we did anything complicated that
would need special groceries.  But after this last week with her kids, I
was hesitant.  If Carol didn't know anything of what was going on, what
had she experienced with the boys this week?  I almost didn't want to
know -- because Carol liked to talk to me about EVERYTHING.

I focused myself so I could maintain a relaxed, casual tone, and dialed
her number.

"Hello?"

"Carol, its Todd. Is this a good time to talk about plans for
tomorrow?" I asked.

"Todd, I was just thinking of calling you," she said. Her voice was
low, but friendly. "Have a good day with Adam?"

"We had a blast," I reported.  "How are you? You sound a little
down."

There was a brief pause. "Well, Todd, I am exhausted. It's been a tough
week.  Which brings me to tomorrow -- I know we had planned to do a nice
big roast, but I'm not sure I have the energy to do all that. I am
desperate for some comfort food. Can we keep it simple?"

"Sure, Carol," I said, wondering in the back of my mind what had been
going on in the house. "How about I cook a Shepherd's Pie.  It's a
baked casserole with layers of lamb in gravy, carrots, and whipped
potatoes."

"Oh God that sounds amazing.  If you make that, I'll make a Boston
Crème Pie for dessert -- and grab some bottles of wine.  I'll need
`em."

"Yeah, sounds great!" I said rallying my tone.  Then, dipping my voice
low I had to ask, "Carol, are you okay? Is everything all right?"

There was another brief pause, but then she answered, "Oh, Todd, you are
a sweetheart.  Yeah, everything's going to be okay.  It's just been
rough.  We can talk about it tomorrow, sugar."

"Okay, girlfriend, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Get some rest
tonight!"

We hung up, but the heaviness of our conversation lingered for a while.
Definitely whatever was going on in their house, Carol was picking up
on.  I had known from before how she sounded when she was getting maxed
out by Danny's attitude problems, but she sounded way beyond that
tonight. God, I had to figure out a way to turn Danny around before this
whole situation burned his family to the ground -- possibly taking me
with it.

I went to bed that night, replaying the videos once again on my phone.
Watching Danny's cock thrusting into me got me so hard, and despite how
torn I felt about it, I masturbated myself urgently, edging my own orgasm
until I could cum in time to the moment Danny shot his load into my
mouth.  As my own heavy load ran over my cock and belly, I swiped some
seed up in my fingers and stuck them in my mouth.  How it made me miss
Ethan's cock and salty-sweet cum.  But as I fell asleep covered in my
own fluids, I also wondered how his brother's compared.


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