Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2019 04:13:57 -0500 From: Milton Yearly Subject: What Happens with Cousins: Part 3 (Category: Incest, Adult-Youth) ### A HANCOCK EROTICA STORY Hancock Erotica is a hardcore gay Erotica fantasyland created by Milton Yearly. Read more free stories, see character art, and immerse yourself in Hancock at miltonyearly.com. DISCLAIMER: All Hancock Erotica stories are works of fiction and do not depict actual persons or events. Any similarities to actual persons or events are coincidental. ### What Happens with Cousins Part 3 Featuring: Todd Kingsley, Dylan Kingsley ### It all started when Todd finally dropped out of Buckturn College and moved back in with his dad and brother in Colton. His dad, Rod, didn't care all that much---as usual---so long as Todd could babysit his brother Dylan whenever necessary. And because Rod was dating again, "whenever" turned out to be most of the time: he spent nearly every weeknight bar hopping downtown, every weekend away up in Lord Falls or out on Tom's Run, and weekdays 9-5ing at the lumber mill. The boys we're lucky to see Rod once a week, nursing a hangover at the kitchen table or hunched over the downstairs toilet. And Todd didn't really care all that much. Sure, he was saddled with his little brother almost 24/7, but Dylan was a pretty cool little guy now--funnier, testier, more daring than the whiny 4 year-old Todd had known before leaving for college. Most importantly for Todd, their dad's absence left room for him to finally live the way he liked. No beer-breathed parenting, no nagging roommates, no disappointed professors, no pressure to pretend. He could sell pot from the living room couch and have friends over for impromptu benders. He could order takeout for every meal and answer the door in his underwear, offer the delivery boys a few rips from his bong. He could wear nothing but briefs for weeks, only slipping into some dirty gym shorts and a tank top to walk Dylan to school or practice or wherever he was supposed to be--to Todd, this alone was enough for paradise. Ever since his teenage years, when his gangly frame stretched free and swelled firm with muscles, Todd knew his body was meant to be free. Shirts only choked his neck and stifled his pecs, pants only rubbed him wrong, neutered him from the waist down. He needed to feel the world on his bare body--breezes raising goosebumps across his chest, hardening his nipples; the simple flexing and rolling of his thighs and abdominals as he walked, the bouncing bulge between his legs thick and tight in his briefs. The tighter the better; briefs were the cherry on top, wrapping Todd's pelvis up with constant attention, tenderly restraining his package throughout the day as it swelled semi-hard and back, semi again, to rock hard if he wasn't careful. He tried to be careful--to remember when Dylan was around, to remember to lock his bedroom door, to remember not to fondle his package at the kitchen table, to remember to change the channel to anything other than his favorite twink porn if he heard Dylan's feet scampering around at night. But he learned quickly that Dylan didn't care if he forgot to be careful--that Dylan couldn't help himself from staring. That Dylan got a little clingy when Todd's friends were visiting, hovering nearby or even sitting on his lap while they watched movies, right on his bulge or nestled between his hairy thighs, until Todd said it was his bedtime. Todd's friends mostly either ignored it, thought it was cute, or teased Todd once Dylan was out of the room. Todd did think it was kind of cute. About a month after Todd moved back in, Dylan started following his example. He emerged from his bedroom one Saturday in just a pair of camo-print briefs and wore nothing else until Monday morning. The whole weekend, Todd watched his little brother with an odd mix of amusement, pride, and pleasure. He found himself staring at Dylan's scrappy little body as much as Dylan stared at him. Dylan was still a pipsqueak, but he looked kinda tough for ten years-old, toned from his first year of the swim team and two years of skateboarding. Their first weekend in the buff spilled over into Monday when Dylan, returning home after school, stripped back down to his undies as soon as the front door closed behind home. He kept this up for the rest of the week, and by the time Saturday came back around he'd made their new arrangement clear. Together, the brothers called it the No Pants Rule: when they were at home, or anywhere else they could get away with it, they weren't allowed to wear pants. Shirts remained optional, but often ignored. When their dad eventually caught on between outings, he just cleared his throat a few times, muttered lowly to himself, and continued on his way. Todd and Dylan hardly noticed Rod's comings and goings at this point, so content they were to enjoy and preserve their new bubble. They spent more and more time together each day, orbiting each other through the house, into the yard, out to the mailbox, moving easily and smooth like it was all just a law of physics--not Dylan's blatant will to rise and follow whenever Todd left a room; not Todd's choice, whenever he looked up from his phone to an empty room, to follow the strange pang in his heart, in his gut, and go searching the halls, tracking down a glimpse of Dylan's pert little butt, those camo briefs he loved wearing so much... Late one night it hit Todd, just as he was dozing off on the couch--those were HIS camo briefs! Hand-me-downs from when Todd was Dylan's age and insisted on camo everything, from his hat to his socks, and especially his underwear. Almost every pair he had back then was camo-print--Dylan's had to be Todd's hand-me-downs. And did Dylan know that? Had he seen Todd's old initials markered on the hem--did Dylan like to look at them everyday and picture Todd wearing them too? Just as Todd was doing now in a sudden heat, picturing Dylan--so small and naked in his briefs, this piece of Todd wrapped snug all around his private parts, cupping his little balls and his asscheeks, his bouncy, tight cheeks--and soft, probably, so soft your thumb sinks right in if you just... ### To be continued ### A Hancock Erotica story by Milton Yearly. Character art, more free stories, and Milton's amateur porn at miltonyearly.com. Milton Yearly XXX Taboo Gay Erotica miltonyearly.com milton@miltonyearly.com