AUSTIN:
"Doesn't he look handsome with my cum all over his face?"
I read the text multiple times, awed by the attached photo of Brett's handsome face covered in semen, which had come from… my brother. I was on the highway, driving home, and I had to pull over by the side of the road to get a better view of the incredibly sexy image on my phone.
"You really came on his face?" I texted Charles, my hands shaking and my dick stirring with excitement.
"Don't worry, some of it went down his throat as well," my brother texted back. "He got a taste. And I got a taste of his jizz, too."
Holy shit! A few days ago I would've thought that someone was using Charles's phone and trying to prank me. However, after what happened in Canada, I fully believed that my brother exchanged blowjobs with his son. With MY son, technically. Goddamn, we were one fucked up family.
One last look at Brett's cum-covered face caused my cock to grow fully hard. I pulled it out of my pants and stroked it with my right hand, while using my left hand to hold up my phone and give my brother a video call.
"Hey, Uncle Austin," Brett said. He and his dad were sitting next to one another. The teen's face was no longer covered in semen, but he was licking his lips like a dog which had just been given a treat.
"Hey," my brother said to me. "Is this important? Cuz we were gonna jump in the shower."
"Are you guys showering together?" I asked, precum leaking down my shaft while I stroked up and down.
"Yes, why?" Charles chuckled.
"Mind if I join ya?" I asked. "Take the phone to the shower with you."
"Fine," my brother agreed. I watched him and Brett walk up the stairs and into the bathroom, which had a shower large enough for two. They took their clothes off, and Charles carefully placed his phone on the little shelf holding the shampoo bottles. From this vantage point, I could see my brother's back and Brett just over his shoulder.
The two began by lathering each other all over. It was incredibly hot watching my brother soap up Brett's slightly hairy chest. Brett then spun his father around so Charles was facing the camera. The teen hugged his father from behind, massaging his hairy nipples. Charles's eyes closed and his head tilted back while Brett's hands worked across his pecs and then down his hairy stomach.
I was pretty sure Brett's hands continued further down to my brother's crotch, but the view was cut off. Still, my pervy imagination could clearly picture Brett's soapy hands fondling his father's cock and balls. I wouldn't be surprised if they were both fully hard again, even after just blowing their loads. Watching the intimate shower between these two was driving me wild and hornier by the second.
Charles turned to the side, and Brett did the same so they were facing each other. They both looked down at each other's crotches, hinting to me that they were indeed erect all over again. Brett smirked and gently tweaked his father's nipples. They looked into each other's eyes, both smiling, before closing their eyes and leaning forward until their faces met in the middle. I held my breath as they softly touched lips, father kissing son. Charles's mouth parted and I saw Brett's tongue slip inside, causing me to finally erupt, shooting cum all over my steering wheel.
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A few weeks later, with hockey season coming to an end, Brett had one of his all-important games. With forty seconds to go and a tied score, he made the whole arena explode when he scored the winning goal. Afterward, so many people came to congratulate his parents that it took us half an hour to leave.
Brett's mom was eager to get home as soon as possible since she had work in the morning. On the other hand, my brother was amped up and wanted to wait for his son to come out of the locker room.
"If you want, you can stay in the city and spend the night at my place," I offered to Charles. "Rodney's away on business so I'm home all alone."
My brother took the hint. He smiled and accepted my invitation. We said goodbye to Anne and waited in my car for Brett to come out. A few minutes later, we saw him exiting the building with his boyfriend Juan, so I honked at them to get their attention.
"What're you guys doing here? Where's Mom?" Brett asked as he and Juan got in the backseat of my car.
"Your mother left. Your father's spending the night at my place," I said. My announcement immediately brought a smile on Brett's face.
"Ooh, can I come? I don't have classes tomorrow," he asked.
"Sure. Juan, you wanna join us?" I asked, making eye contact with the two teens in the rear-view mirror.
"I wish I could. I've got an early class, and I'm exhausted after that game," Juan lamented.
"Some other time then. Here, I'll drop you off at your dorm first," I said.
After saying goodbye to Juan, the rest of us finally made it to my place, where I brought out beers for everyone. We cheered and drank, recapping all the best parts of the game. While Brett excitedly talked us through all of his plays, I couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his sweatpants. From the way I could see his shaft and the outline of his circumcised cockhead, he was definitely freeballing, making me hungry for his dick. In addition, my brother seemed to be wearing tighter jeans than normal, showing off his own mound. They were sitting next to one another on the couch, and I was across from them, staring between their legs like the perv that I was.
"I still can't believe you two sucked each other off," I said out of the blue. It was a sudden change of topic, but Brett and Charles didn't mind. They smiled at each other, and then at me.
"You've been thinking about that?" my brother asked me.
"Every day. I've been fantasizing about it ever since you sent me that picture of Brett covered in your cum," I confessed.
I noticed something stirring in Brett's sweats, and I took it as a green light. I stood up, walked over to the couch, and knelt down in front of my family members. With my left hand I tugged at the waistband of Brett's sweatpants, while I dexterously worked on my brother's belt and zipper with my right.
With their help, I soon released their cocks. Brett, as I expected, was fully hard by now, while Charles was halfway there. I went to my brother first, using my lips to coax his dick to a full erection within seconds, earning me a moan of gratitude as he grew to full length in my mouth. I gripped Brett's cock with my left hand while I bobbed up and down my brother's shaft. Each time my nose hit his pubes, I inhaled my brother's scent, making my own cock twitch. Like I'd done in the hotel room in Canada, I swapped between Charles and Brett, blowing each of them equally.
While I was working Brett's cock, swallowing each of his eight inches, the teen suddenly leaned down to take Charles's dick in his mouth. Finally witnessing this sexy father-son moment, I managed to undo my jeans, sliding them down to my knees. I started jerking myself off while keeping Brett's cock lodged in my throat and watching his young lips work his father's pole. Fuck! This was so fucking hot. After a good ten minutes of Brett blowing his dad, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Mind if I have a turn?" Charles asked flirtatiously, nodding to Brett's cock.
I relinquished Brett's cock and the teen sat up, a mischievous grin on his face. He wiped his spit off his mouth as Charles went down on him. Meanwhile, I sat back on my heels to watch, fisting my cock while admiring the hot scene. Brett ran his fingers through his dad's hair, letting Charles set the pace as he gradually worked half of Brett's rod down his throat.
"Fuck yeah, bro. How's it feel to suck off your own son?" I growled, mesmerized by the sight of my brother blowing his hunky son. Charles pulled up to look at me.
"He's both our son," Charles noted simply before kissing and licking the tip of Brett's cock, tasting his teen precum.
I couldn't passively sit back any longer and dove back in. I licked up and down Brett's shaft while Charles hoovered his cockhead. I lapped and sucked his nuts, allowing Charles to once again work his mouth down his son's cock. Our lips and tongues kept brushing together, but neither of us cared.
"Our son's got such a sexy fucking cock, doesn't he bro?" I commented to Charles.
"Mmhmm," he mumbled, his mouth full of dick. He pulled off, encouraging me to take a turn. "He's probably got the biggest dick in the family."
"Fuck it. Brett, I need you to fuck me," I suddenly begged, unable to hold back from crossing this final boundary. "I want you to fuck me, son."
Brett practically jumped up in excitement. I stood up, stepping out of my jeans and unbuttoning my shirt. Brett quickly pulled off his T-shirt and joined me as I led the way to my bedroom. Charles followed us, slowly taking off the rest of his clothes while Brett and I raced to the bed. I got on the mattress on all fours, flashing my smooth hole at Brett. I looked back, making a puppy-dog face, waiting desperately for his dick.
I spat into my palm and worked my saliva into my ass. Brett had seen me take Rodney's massive dick plenty of times, and he knew this was all the lube I needed. He stood at the end of my bed, slapping his cock on my hole… before abruptly shoving it inside me.
Feeling my nephew – my son! – fill me up made me whimper in pleasure and delight. While not quite as big as my hung husband, my son was still big enough to satisfy my hungry hole. Meanwhile, my brother stood at the side of the bed closer to the headboard so he could get a perfect view as our son began fucking me for the very first time. I tried to keep my eyes on Charles, but when Brett shoved the final inch of his dick inside me, I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. Brett took it even further, reaching with his left hand to stick two fingers in my mouth as he started pumping in and out of me.
"Fuck, Uncle Austin, your hole is so tight, but you take my cock so easily," Brett moaned, making me feel like a proud bottom.
My brother's eyes flitted back and forth from me to Brett. If I were him, I probably wouldn't know what to look at either. As I watched my brother jerking off, I knew I needed him, too. I beckoned Charles to come closer and I licked my lips, indicating I was hungry for his cock. He responded by climbing onto the bed in front of me on his knees, feeding his dick into my mouth as Brett moved both hands to hold onto my shoulders.
"Mmm, that's right son, give your uncle a good fucking," Charles groaned, making eye contact with his boy.
I couldn't believe I was living out one of my wildest fantasies: getting spit-roasted by my older brother and Brett! Brett's hands slid down my sides, coming to my hips, so he could really start to pound into me.
"His hole feels so good, dad," the teen moaned, each word said between slaps of skin on skin. "I wanna see you fuck his mouth while I rail him."
I stayed as still as I could, keeping both my asshole and my throat relaxed as much as possible. Charles obeyed Brett and used both hands to hold onto my head. Next, my brother started thrusting in and out of my mouth with the same rhythm as Brett slamming my hole. The whole time my cock bounced back and forth as they assaulted both of my holes, dripping precum onto the sheets.
"He sure knows how to take dick," Charles grunted, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "You ready to fill him up with cum?!"
"Fuck yeah, Dad! I'm gonna breed him! Fuuuuck, yeah. Take my fucking load, Uncle Austin. Take it!"
Brett slammed into me with one final thrust, depositing his babies deep into my guts. At the same time, my brother began shooting his load, splattering the back of my throat with his fraternal jizz. I swallowed every drop of my brother's load while Brett continued fucking me, churning his semen in my hole. Finally, I lost it, cumming handsfree all over the bed before collapsing from exhaustion. Brett climbed onto the bed with me as Charles lay down. Together, the three of us fell asleep in each other's arms.​