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I wake up feeling cold. I know late August mornings can be chilly sometimes, but I've always been warm in my sleeping bag. The riddle is quickly solved when I stretch and open my eyes, greeted by my morning wood proudly standing over my belly. My sleeping bag is unzipped and completely open. My skin still has traces of unwashed, dried cum.
But the biggest surprise lies peacefully next to me. Dustin sleeps diagonally on top of his sleeping bag and with his right foot across my knees. All his limbs are outstretched in different directions, and he's snoring quietly through his wide-open mouth.
He's also completely naked.
Among all the differences between us, we have one thing in common. Yup, you guessed it - morning wood. Dustin's four inches point proudly to the sky and cast a soft shadow just below his outie belly button. My heart races, and my dick twitches. Damn, never a dull moment at this camp.
Trying not to make a noise, I raise a little to get a better look. For a kid his age, Dustin is a real cutie. His cut dick is nicely thick and smooth, with his glans only slightly darker than the skin. I lean in closer and confirm about a dozen thin, black hair growing from the root. No wonder Dustin is getting self-conscious about his changing body. But he's got nothing to be ashamed of. He's on a good way to breaking a few girls' hearts in middle school - if he is into girls, that is, because the way he worshiped my dick last night has left me full of doubts. Is there a name for when both sons turn out gay? Double rainbow? Lame.
Anyway, I'm so caught up staring at Dusty's body that I almost fail to notice when he starts stirring and yawning. I lay down and close my eyes merely seconds before my little bro wakes up and sits up abruptly.
"Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Dustin hisses in panic as he sees the mess he's left. He must've dozed off right after cumming and forgot to get us decent. Poor boy! I watch him through narrow slits in my eyes as he gets on his knees and frantically puts on his briefs, his little boner bobbing up and down . Then he tends to me. It's even more exciting that he can see my dick in the bright morning light. I feel exposed as never before. Being like this with only Dustin around feels much more intimate. It's not how I imagined tenting with my brother to be.
He's about to fold my sleeping bag but stops in his tracks. With hesitation, he reaches and grabs my tool with his right hand. It comes to me that he might've never seen it hard in the daylight.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, giving it a few strokes. "We'll play later. I promise." He then carefully zips up the sleeping bag and goes back into his.
Dustin waits a minute or two, stretches, and yawns exaggeratedly.
"Jacob!" he says. Then he pokes me in my ribs, right next to the spot where he left his young emission last night. "Jacob!" he calls again.
I make a little show of stirring and slowly open my eyes.
"Dusty? What time is it?" I ask with a groan.
"Almost six. Do we go to the showers?"
I reach for my phone and check the time. "Dude, it's five forty. There's no hot water for another twenty minutes, at least."
"I can shower in cold water."
"What's the hurry?" Weren't you crying just yesterday that you wanna sleep longer?"
"That was silly," he admits. "I wanna start the day already."
"Then go alone. I'll catch up with you," I say.
"I'm not going alone. Come on!"
"Dustin," I catch his hand as he jumps out of his sleeping bag and waves his arms at me. "I have a big boy problem between my legs. I need to wait for it to go down before I go anywhere. You can wait fifteen minutes, can't you?"
"Big boy problem?" he asks curiously. Is he stupid or playing stupid?
"Parents never had a talk with you, did they?" I ask, playing along.
He suddenly opens his mouth and eyes wide. "Oh, that problem."
"You're so slow, Dusty, I sometimes wonder if we're related," I slip before I can think. I quickly add, "don't worry, I was even dumber at your age." Dustin looks at me weirdly for a second but just shrugs.
"So, fifteen minutes before your stiffy goes down?" he asks.
"Yes. We can watch a cartoon to pass the time."
Dustin agrees and plays Teen Titans on his phone. He scoots over to me closely so I can watch it, too. It's not helping my "stiffy" to go down. The last two days' events forever changed how I look at him, even if he pretends to be perfectly innocent during the day. And he does it well. He has months of experience. As the show runs, I think back to the days I first started having the touching hand wet dream. I try thinking about changes in my brother's behavior or anything else out of the ordinary, but nothing really comes to my mind. It's becoming evident that he's interested in my dick much more than he's ready to admit to his friends, or me, for that matter. What if his interest is limited to just that one body part, with the inclusion of surrounding areas, and not me as a person? Should I feel used? Objectified?
I remember when Jacob noticed I was uneasy last night. He soothed me using my name, and I could hear the genuine worry in his voice. And he didn't even seem worried that I could wake up. It was about me being uneasy. I'm getting mixed signals here, and I'm unsure what to think about it.
Thinking about Dustin and his relationship with my dick caused the latter to throb inside my sleeping bag. I raise one of my knees to hide it, but I need to get decent before we get out. For the last five minutes of the cartoon, I force myself to focus on the show, and it works - mostly.
When the episode is over, it's three minutes after six.
"Okay, let's go," Dustin exclaims and grabs his things.
"You may want to turn around," I say, sitting up.
"Why?"
"Because I sleep naked."
"And you're shy all of a sudden?"
I sigh and shake my head. "No, I'm not shy. It just still hasn't gone fully down. Happy? Now turn around."
"What's the big deal?" he asks. "Mine goes hard too."
"I'm happy for you, buddy, but it's not it. We're brothers. We don't show each other boners. That's only for our girlfriends. Or boyfriends."
Dustin's smile fades as a big frown crawls across his face. He looks down and then turns around, crossing his arms.
I sigh. Maybe I was too harsh. Dustin has seen me naked enough times that I shouldn't bother hiding my semi. But my big brother's instinct tells me I should teach him not to expect people to expose themselves to him on demand. Apparently, he has a lot to learn in terms of consensual sex. I realize that sooner or later, I'll be forced to confront him about what he's been doing to me for all these months. I better start teaching him this lesson now. I don't want him to end up on the sex offenders registry for thinking it's okay to touch people in their sleep. It will take time to show him that I'm doing him a favor, but that's what I'm gonna do. Even if he hates me in the process. That's the mature thing to do.
Without a word, I get out of the sleeping bag and put on my underwear, carefully tucking my semi inside.
"You can turn around now," I say, but Dustin doesn't budge.
"Dusty," I say, "knock it off. If someone doesn't want to show you their private parts, it's not your business. We clear?"
He says nothing.
"Dustin, it's important. Do you understand?"
He speaks up, and I think he's on the verge of crying. "I do! But if your little brother doesn't want to shower with other people, you call him a baby! I hate you so much!" He shouts and breaks into tears.
I hide my face in my hands and sight. So much for being a role model.
"Dusty... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that," I crawl to him and touch his shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" he yells and pats my hand away. I sit back and wait for him to calm down, not very proud of myself anymore.
After five minutes, he seems to have calmed down enough that I make another attempt.
"Dusty, let's go and shower. You'll feel better."
"Just go. Little babies go after big boys," he says without turning around. He's not crying anymore, but his voice is so bitter it gives me chills.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not intimidated by his emotional blackmail, but I have to admit, I wasn't the best example of respecting another's privacy. I decide it's not the best moment to take a moral high ground, so I just grab my stuff and leave.
As I approach the showers, I see Alex waving at me from a distance, also walking for the showers.
"Early birds get the worm, huh?" He greets me and gives me a bro hug.
"Like every year," I smirk.
"Something happened? You look weird," he asks with concern.
"No, I'm fine. Still half-sleeping."
I remain silent as we shower. I'm happy to see Alex, but I can't get what happened with Dustin out of my mind.
"So, what have you been up to?" Alex shakes me out of my daydream.
"Uh, nothing much, honestly. My parents hate me for how much time I spend playing Overwatch. But other than that, same old."
"Yeah, me too."
"Hey, what about that girl you kept talking about last year... Annie?"
"Amy."
"Oh, right. So what about Amy? Did it work out?"
"Nah."
"What happened? She didn't want you?"
"It's not that. We got together."
"Dude! So what happened?"
"Nothing, really. We liked each other, it was all fun and everything, but... it wasn't what I thought it would be."
"What do you mean?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"I'll tell you another time," Alex says dismissively. "I don't want to think about it here."
"You're right, dude. We're here to have fun!"
I check out Alex as we finish showering. His face hasn't changed much since I met him all these years ago, but looking at his dick and balls, he doesn't just look cute anymore, he looks attractive and sexy. I bet many girls would be up for that, so I wonder what's his problem. But I respect Alex's privacy and decide not to mention it again. It obviously makes him moody.
Just as I turn off the water, the door opens, and I see two familiar faces - Max and Jon. They're in their underwear, carrying their towels and toothbrushes. They stop in their tracks when they see us.
"Uh, where's Dustin?" Jon asks stupidly, trying not to look at my crotch.
"He's still in the tent."
"Oh, okay. We'll wait outside," he says.
"What's with you all?" Alex asks, casually toweling his brown hair, exposing everything, including his armpits. That's the first time I notice he's grown some hair up there, too. Not as much as above his dick, but still. I'm kinda jealous. I'm a year older and a little taller than him, but my armpits are just as smooth as four years ago. "This is a common shower. There's still room for four."
"Yeah, uh, we'll wait," Jon says, backing off.
As we talk, I cannot help but notice that Max is shamelessly checking out Alex. His eyes are wide open, and his jaw is dropped an inch. For someone who said he'd never touch another boy's dick, he seems completely mesmerized.
"Max, you coming?" Jon asks him.
"Uh, yeah," Max mumbles and goes for the door. He gives Alex one more glance before disappearing.
"Weirdos," I comment with a smirk when they're gone.
Alex stops toweling for a moment. "Dude, is it just me, or was the cute one staring at me for twenty seconds without blinking?"
"The cute one?" I chuckle.
"You know what I mean. Not the ginger one. The other one."
"Dude, gingers are gonna sue your ass for this. But yeah, he was totally checking you out. He wasn't even trying to hide it. I'd be careful around him if I were you. I think he wants your ass."
"Fuck off!" Alex laughs and smacks my butt with his towel. I hit him back, and we start a fight, laughing hysterically.
"Just like good old days," Alex says with a smile as we start dressing up, still panting.
"Yeah. Hey dude. We must stay in touch after we're too old to come here."
"Absolutely. Maybe we should go to college in the same city?"
"Shit, that would be awesome! We could be roommates."
Jon and Max give us wary looks as we go out of the showers, and they sneak inside right after us.
"Were we also so weird when we were here the first time?" I ask when they are out of earshot.
"We were weirder," Alex says. "But I was ten, and you were eleven. They look a little older."
"Yeah, they're twelve, like Dustin. Max is almost thirteen. And I think he is packing."
"What?" Alex looks at me. "How do you know?"
"I just saw his bulge when we were leaving. Or maybe he was just happy."
"Jesus," Alex says and shakes his head. "What's his name again?"
"Max."
After that, we get dressed just before the games and activities start. We have lots of fun with Alex and other friends, old and new. All the time, I look for a chance to talk to Dustin and make sure that we're alright, but he sticks closely with boys his age, and it looks like I won't get a chance before we're back in the tent for the night.
After the activities, we all go to the pond, a small lake just next to the forest, to swim, play volleyball and cool down. The afternoon is chill and lazy, just what I needed after an intense day. But then, Alex taps me on the shoulder and points across the pond.
"Jacob, isn't that your little brother?"
I look over there, and indeed I can see Dustin. He's standing in front of an older boy my age whom I faintly recognize. They're arguing and pushing each other off as if about to start a fight. The older boy is way bigger than Dustin, and he quickly makes my brother fall to the ground. Max, Jon, and a few other younger boys stay back, not interfering.
"Fuck," I grunt. "Where are the adults when they're needed?" I stand up and, without hesitating, jump in the water to swim across the pond.
When I emerge on the other end, Dustin is pinned to the ground by the older boy, trying to get free.
"Leave him alone!" I shout, coming in fast.
"Or what?" the boy snarls. Now I recognize him. He's Terrence. He comes here every year, but I always find him too dull to talk to.
I grab his arm and swiftly pull him away from Dustin. "Or I'll kick your ass!"
"The little shit kicked sand at me when I was napping!"
"It wasn't on purpose! We were kicking a ball!" Dustin shouts.
"You did that three times in a row!"
"Hey!" I interrupt. "I don't care who did what. This is my brother, and don't you dare lay a finger on him. If he annoys you, complain to me or to camp masters."
"He is your brother?" Terrence gives me an amused look.
"Yes, he's my brother!" I give him the most intimidating stare I can produce.
Terrance looks at me like I'm insane. Then he starts laughing, and a few other boys join him. "That's so cool! I didn't know. Hey Jacob, you should meet my brother, too!" He then comes to one of the black boys who stand in the back and watch. You must know that Terrence is pale as a sheet. "Meet my twin brother Cole. Hey brother, what's going on?" He gives Cole a fist bump, and there's another round of laughter.
"That's enough, you piece of shit," I yell at him. "Leave my brother alone, or come fight me."
"Dude, calm down. I was just joking. Sheesh," Terrence says and walks away.
"What a turd," I hear Alex say from behind my back. He must've swam after me.
"Why does there have to be one every year?" I sigh and approach Dustin, who's still sitting on the ground. I give him a hand, but he just stares at it. "Come on, Dusty. Are you alright?"
He reluctantly grabs my hand, and I help him stand up. "I had this," he utters.
"Yeah, you totally did," I smirk. "Hey, if anyone here gives you shit for whatever reason, you have to tell me, okay?" I say it louder than necessary to make sure everyone around hears it.
"I guess," he says without looking at me. God, he's still mad.
"Hey, let's have some fun," I say, patting him on the back, and I pick a ball lying around. We play ball and horse around in the water for the next hour, and a few other boys join us. With time, Dustin seems to relax, but he still frowns whenever I try to talk to him.
At some point, as we're in the middle of holding breath underwater competition, I notice that Alex isn't with us. I look around for a while and finally spot him on the beach. He's sitting in the back and talking to Max. They look at each other and talk animatedly. I can't hear what they're talking about, but it seems they hit it off. I smile to myself, wondering how this is going to roll out.
Soon it's time to go back. It's almost dinner time, and Alex and I walk together.
"How did you like it today?" I ask him.
"It was a great day. Even better than yesterday," he says with a strange smile.
"I agree. Damn, I'm hungry."
"Me too."
We sit in the dining hall with two other boys and eat. I look around to look for Dustin. Everyone else seems to be here, but I can't see him.
"Hey, have you seen my brother?" I ask the boys.
"No," Alex says. "Oh, wait, it's him."
I see Dustin, Max, and Jon walking through the door. They pick trays with food and sit next to us. I try to make eye contact with Dustin, but he's lost in thoughts, solely focused on his plate.
"Hey Dustin," I call to him. "Do you like the food?"
"Yeah, it's alright," he says.
"You forgot to take the dessert," I notice.
"There wasn't any left," Max says instead of him. "I took the last one."
I think about it for a second, then take my cake and pass it to Dustin.
"Here. I don't like blueberries anyway," I lie.
Dustin stares at the little plate for a few seconds before mumbling, "thanks." Then he goes back to eating.
The rest of the day is uneventful. We spend some time on the climbing walls, and Dustin manages to beat level four out of six. I'm impressed. At this rate, he will climb them all in no time. We play cards and party games and sing a few songs by the campfire.
Dustin is silent as we walk back to our tents for the night. Inside our tent, I strip down to my boxer briefs, but Dustin just sits there, staring blankly.
"What a day, huh?" I start.
"Yeah..." he answers quietly.
"You're still mad at me, huh?"
There's a long pause before he says, "Just a little."
"Is there something else?" I ask with worry.
"It's just... I've never been away from Mom and Dad for so long."
"Aww, Dusty," I give him a sad smile, and he leans into me as I hug him. "It's normal. Do you know I cried on my first day here?"
"Really?" he asks with a sniff.
"Yeah. On the second day, too. I wished I had an older brother with me to have my back. Even if he would tease me from time to time," I say and ruffle his hair playfully.
Dustin chuckles and wipes his eyes. "Thank you for standing up for me today. And for the cake."
"Anytime, Dusty. You know I love you."
"I know. I love you too, Jacob," he says as I rock him gently in my arms.
I wait a few seconds before touching the other matter. "And I'm sorry for teasing you in the showers yesterday. It was wrong. But you were also wrong to insist that I show you my dick this morning. It's okay to do it with friends if they're up for it, but if you did it to the wrong person, you could be in trouble."
"I know. I was... *sniff*, I was just curious. A-about puberty," he adds.
I laugh to myself in my thoughts. Curious about puberty my ass, you dick-hungry little brat. Of course, I don't say it out loud.
"Hey," I say instead. "If you beat the hardest climbing wall, I'll show you my stiffy. How does it sound?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. I guess I can teach you a thing or two about puberty."
"Wow, thanks!" he suddenly brightens up. "Will you let me touch it?"
"Oh no, absolutely not."
"Please?" he jerks his head up, accidentally bumping my chin. "Uh, sorry."
"It's fine; it didn't hurt," I say, massaging the sore chin.
"So, will you let me hold it for a little? Pretty please!" he begs.
We have a little staring contest, but how can I win against his puppy eyes? I sigh with a smile. "Well, okay. But only if you climb that wall up and down in under sixty seconds."
"Oh shit, yes, I will try tomorrow!"
"Good luck. But you know it's not an easy one. Even for adults. Don't hurt yourself just to touch my peen, bro."
"I won't. Thanks, Jacob. I wish you were that nice to me every day."
"Keep dreaming. It's my sacred right as a big bro to torment you from time to time!"
"Oh, you!" He laughs, and we wrestle for a few minutes.
Sheesh. I'm so happy with myself. I was afraid he would be moody for the rest of the camp. Looks like he's over it. I just hope there's nothing else bothering him. I'm also looking forward to a special treatment I might get tonight for being extra "nice."
After tucking in our sleeping bags, we say goodnight, and the waiting game begins. I hate it, and I love it at the same time. I literally count the seconds until the fun starts. It took about an hour yesterday. It's gonna be torture! But the wait makes it even better when it finally happens. My head spins when I think of the orgasm Jon and Dustin gave me last night. If they can repeat something half as intense today, I'll be the happiest boy alive.
It seems like forever when finally I hear faint footsteps getting closer.
"Dustin," I hear someone whisper from the outside. "Let us in."
Dustin sits up and hisses back, "I told you we're not playing today."
What? I hold my breath. What's going on? What did I do wrong? No, it can't be happening, not after waiting the whole day.
"But why?" a pleading whisper comes from outside. I ask myself the same question.
Dustin comes to the tent entrance and unzips it. I can barely see Max's and Jon's shapes kneeling outside. My brother is on all fours with his butt in the air, giving me a pretty view.
"I told you," he tells them impatiently, "If he has a wet dream every night, he'll become suspicious."
I badly want to wake up and tell them I wouldn't find it sus at all, but I can't.
"Can we just play with it and not make him cum?" Jon tries
Yes, yes, yes! I scream in my head, but Dustin is adamant.
"No, not today. Go away. Shoo!" he says and closes the tent. Max and Jon's steps fade out, along with my hope.
The frustration and disappointment are killing me. What have I done to deserve it? Dustin can't leave me hanging like that after all the wait! If I knew, I would jerk off before bed, and now I'm trapped here until the morning.
Dustin goes back inside his sleeping bag and turns away from me. Great. Simply perfect. Maybe I can sneak out and have a wank outside the tent. Otherwise, it's a sleepless night for me.
But, only ten minutes later, Dustin stirs and turns to me.
"Jacob?"
Oh shit... What's that now?
"Jacob. Are you asleep?" he repeats and nudges me.
My brain is in fucking shambles. Thankfully, the last two nights improved my ability to feign sleep because I'm almost screaming.
I force myself to stay calm as Jacob crawls out of the sleeping bag and unzips mine. A gentle breeze envelops my hard-rock dick when Dustin uncovers my body.
Then, to my surprise, Dustin takes off his briefs and kneels over me with my legs between his knees. I crack an eye to see him lean in and take my cock in his hand. Then he leans even closer, pressing my tool to his chin. I sigh in relief.
Dustin takes a few long whiffs, rolling my dick between his palm and his face. It feels amazing, and it looks amazing, as much as I can see in the dim light. Dustin seems busy down there, so I allow myself to open my eyes a bit more and enjoy the view along with the sensation.
"It's just you and me today," Dustin whispers, placing soft kisses on my dick, starting from the head and going down all the way to my tight ballsack. Then he sticks out his little tongue and licks it up. "Mmmmmh..." he moans as he licks it up and down like an ice cream. "I missed you so much."
He cups my balls with his left hand, wraps his right one around the root of my dick, and takes the head into his mouth. The wet warmth around my dick feels fantastic. I flinch and tense up. Dustin stops for a second, listening. When I let myself breathe again, he slowly takes more and more of the shaft in his mouth. He gags a bit when it almost touches the back of his throat, but a second later, it disappears entirely, and his lips touch my trimmed pubes. I can't believe it. He took my fat dick in one go.
Dustin stays like that for a long time, sucking, rolling his tongue around my dick, and playing with my balls. Oh fuck. My first blowjob. Or at least, my first conscious blowjob. No way he's doing it for the first time. It's becoming clear that he's been addicted to my schlong for a while.
A minute later, my adopted little brother starts moving his head up and down, sucking me like a pro. He goes slowly at first, but with every dive, he speeds up just a little. He never goes too fast, making sure every inch of my tool gets proper treatment. It feels so good. So damn good. I want to place my hands on his head, but I stop myself at the last moment. That would be a disaster. Dustin doesn't need any guidance anyway. He knows his ropes, clearly. And he doesn't seem to get tired. He goes without a break for about ten minutes, and I feel my orgasm building up slowly.
I clench my fists and curl my toes. I'm almost there. But when I'm almost ready to cum, Dustin stops moving, my dick throbbing inside his mouth. I'm desperate to push my hips up, finish the job, and cum hard down his throat. I was so close! Why did he stop?
Dustin stays like this for two minutes, not moving a muscle until my tingling goes away and my dick even softens a bit. Only then he releases it with a soft pop.
"Did it feel good, little bud?" Dustin whispers, his eyes glued to my tortured penis. "You almost cum, huh?" he giggles. "I love making you feel good. I love it so much."
My heart races so fast that I'm surprised he can't hear it. Looks like he can't see the world beyond my six inches. I slowly go back to full hardness as Dustin starts sucking my balls.
"Why can't you always be so nice to me?" he asks.
Is he talking to me or my dick? I'm confused. I can barely think. My brain is shutting down all its processes, focusing all its power on receiving pleasure.
Suddenly, Dustin's breath becomes stuttering, and he sniffs a few times. Oh no, is he crying again?
"I'm sorry," Dustin whispers, covering my dick with more kisses and pressing it to his mouth with his hand. "It's not your fault, little buddy. I've had a rough day. I love you so much."
Then he takes me into his mouth again and resumes sucking, this time more impatiently and passionately, slurping and moaning out of control. The tingles come back to me, and I'm getting very close, very fast. I've never had a conscious blowjob before, but this feels like top-tier stuff. I don't think it can get any better. I shut my eyes tight and focus on the feeling.
When I'm almost about to explode, Dustin slows down. Is he going to edge me again? I can't take it. I need to cum! But then, he picks up in slow, long motions, getting me closer and closer, inch by inch.
"Ughh, ugh.... Mmmm..." I moan as my orgasm hits me like a boulder. The first squirt goes straight into Dustin's mouth before he pulls my dick away and aims it away. I want to cry from sheer pleasure as hot jets of cum drops cover my body. My chest is heaving, and I don't care if he finds out I'm not asleep.
"Holy shit..." Dustin whispers and wipes his mouth. He gets on his fours and bends over my body. "Hello, little spermsies," he giggles. Then he crawls up, and I can feel his face hovering inches over mine. He leans down, almost touching my sticky body with his, and I can feel his hard dick pressed against my belly button.
"Jacob," he whispers. "Can you hear me?"
I don't move. Does he know I'm awake? Shit.
"Jacob," he whispers again. "If you can hear me in your dream... I hope I made you feel good tonight. I really do."
Then, Dustin kneels just above my face and starts jerking off. I watch as he pinches his nipple with his left hand and beats his tween meat without remorse. Is he going to do what I think?
"Uhmm... ah, ah, ah," my brother moans and presses his hot, spongy dick head to the corner of my open mouth. I flinch when the first shot almost hits me in the eye. A few more come and they mostly drool down my cheek. There's not much of it, and it's watery, but the tangy smell of tween boy juice hits my nose with full force.
Dustin breathes heavily as his orgasm subsides. Then, he wipes his little rocket against my lips in a circular motion, like a dick lipstick. When he's done, he presses the head against my slightly open mouth and pushes it inch-deep inside.
"Mmmhm..." he moans as he rocks his hips, slowly sliding his little head between my lips. I barely control myself, feeling his salty, kinda fishy flavor on my tongue. Is he going to face fuck me now?
Luckily, that's where he stops because I almost lose it. "Oh shit... I got carried away," he whispers. Then he bends down and starts licking the evidence off my face. It tickles me so much!
He finishes by placing a long, soft kiss on my mouth. He probes it with his tongue, getting rid of the evidence, but he makes it feel like pleasure, not a duty. After a minute, he gives my face a few final licks.
"I love you, big bro. Sweet dreams," he whispers.
Then, he zips up my sleeping bag and goes back inside without bothering to dress up.
I process what has just happened for another hour before finally falling asleep.
That's it for chapter three. Thanks for the amazing response! Do you have any ideas or predictions? Should I write more? Let me know! - deann.thomas@protonmail.com
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