Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2024 11:43:23 -0400 From: Kris White Subject: You Had a Bet? Incesct chapter 3 This is a m/m fictional story about consensual sex with father and son and brother and son. I only own the characters only, any other similarities are a coincidence. Please Don't read if this offends you. Please feel free to contact me at krisw771@outlook.com or krisw77@yahoo.com and I will try my best to get back to you. Please donate to nifty if you can. It had been a few months of my dad using both of my holes. As promised, he didn't treat me any differently unless he was horny, which to be fair was a great deal of the time. So far the longest I'd clocked him at fucking me was 2 hours, and he stopped because we had company coming over, though while mom was entertaining them he grabbed me by the ear, dragged me to the foyer, and had me on my knees swallowing his load in just a matter of minutes. The whole time reminding me that I had better keep it down, because mom didn't care, but her friends probably wouldn't be as supportive of me being gay. Not sure how I felt about it, but I didn't want to be caught at all. So the rest of dinner my dad kept grinning, winking at me, and wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, making me feel like the cum that had dribbled out of my mouth was still there. That was last week, celebrating my younger brother's birthday. Now here I was with dad on the bus, and I felt his hand slide down the back of my pants, and I felt his finger pushing against my hole. I had to try and not react, or the other people on the bus may realize what was going on. I realized Dad was talking to me, so I perked my ear up and heard the end of, "-get home, you better run your ass up to your room on the double." I was being given instructions, but I had missed the beginning, so I would have to make it up as I went and hope for the best. We got home, and I hurried to the house, had my pants around my ankles, and had managed to make it to the other side of the bed before Dad endered my room, erect cock first. He stalked over, pushed me face first onto the bed, immediately following pushing into my ass with no preparation. I was used to it at this point, but it still hurt. I found myself focusing on a point of the door, a tactic I had taught myself a few weeks ago, and seemed to help, at least that's what I told myself. Dad was pistoning in and out, constantly pressing against that spot in me that kept me hard, despite the pain. The door swung open, and there was my little brother who had just turned 13. His face was nothing short of surprise. "Johnny, what are you doing here?" my dad asked, though he didn't stop fucking me, and I felt that new familiar burning sensation in my cheeks. Johnny wasn't sure what to say, then just replied, "You told me to come right up when I got home." Dad had set me up, and he confirmed by just saying, "Oh yea, I did. Come into the room and close the door. Now." He bit off that last word, so my brother didn't even question it. "Come closer, take your dick out and put it in your brother's mouth." he continued. My brother was unsure, but Dad slammed home a particularly rough pound and snapped, "Tony, Tell your brother you want him to do this." As usual, without even thinking I just said, "Please, Johnny." and I opened my mouth wide. My 13 year old brother came over, pulled his soft dick out, and placed it into my mouth. I started sucking immediately, I'm sure Dad was going to tell him to leave as soon as I was sufficiently embarrassed. "Johnny, you have to stop cumming in your socks, your mother is getting tired of cleaning them. From now on, when you need to get off, it has to be in your brother." Dad instructed. What?! I was supposed to put out for my younger brother too?? I felt Johnny's dick beginning to thicken and lengthen in my mouth. He was already pretty big for his age, a little bigger than me, but not as big as Dad or Eric. "I'm not gay." Johnny said simply. Dad chuckled, and replied, "Neither am I. But your brother is a place for you to get off, he enjoys it, he's gay, and loves it." I wasn't sure if I was gay, or if I loved it in general, but I do love having Dad inside me. So, that probably meant that I was going to have to be taking my brother as well. Without warning Dad pulled out of me, gave me a slap on the ass, and said, "Tony, show your brother the ropes, don't stop until you have a load on your face, then both of you come downstairs immediately. DON'T let me down." He walked until he was beside my brother and said, "Think of it like practice for when you're into when you meet a girl you like." I looked up, and saw that my dad was only talking to my brother, and my brother was nodding in agreement. My father grabbed a handful of my hair and began fucking my mouth with my brothers cock. "Johnny, go around behind your brother, and he'll fuck himself as a start." my dad spoke. My brother pulled out of my mouth, stepped out of his pants, and moved around behind me. As soon as I felt his presence behind me, and I looked back. His penis looked bigger than it felt in my mouth. I guess I was putting out for my brother. I was already backing onto my brother when I heard a click. I looked forward and saw my father taking a picture with my brother's phone. I felt my face burning with embarrassment, and he kneeled down till he was face to face with me. "I wanted to make sure you felt motivated to show your brother a proper ride. If you do it right I'll delete the picture, and I'll even clue you in on the bet I made with your mother." My brother was now shoving his cock in and out of my hole. If dad hadn't already started stretching my hole this would hurt a lot more. I could hear my brother getting louder, and my dad said, "I can tell your about to cum, get over here." My brother pulled out, and before I knew it was in front of me jacking his cock. My dad put his hands on my face and held my eyes open, and the first shot of cum landed square in the eye. I counted his shots, but lost count at 8, but my face was covered. My dad grabbed me by the hair again and ordered me to stand up and go downstairs. I wasn't sure what new game he had planned, but I had already learned better than to question. I heard my dad tell my brother to stay put, and he was right behind me. I was at the bottom of the stairs when I heard my dad say, "Happy Valentines Day." I looked up and saw my mom sitting on the couch. "Don't worry, Johnny is gonna be using Tony from now on." he said. My mom smiled, and my face turned even more red. He leaned in and said, "Get back upstairs, and don't stop until he's finished at least twice. I didn't wait, I practically ran up the stairs. What HAD I gotten myself into?