EMMETT:

    Possibly the most shocking thing about my brother's reappearance on Stag Meadow Lane was his budding friendship with my husband Vince. You'd think that after spending nine months in the clink, Daryl would never want to talk to a cop again. However, with all his banter with Vince these days, they looked like life-long best buddies.

    The day after moving back into our childhood home, Daryl started working at our pops's diner. (I will always think of The Hungry Stag as our father's.) He waited on tables and helped me with some of the managerial duties, and did a surprisingly good job at both. Vince and his cop buddies came by the diner every day, which is how he and my brother started talking. Vince was always "straight-passing" – the kind of gay man that guys like my brother were most comfortable around. Before long, Daryl and Vince were meeting to drink beer and watch sports together.

    That was the scene I walked in on one Sunday evening: the TV blasting with the football game on, empty beer bottles all over the table, and a party-size bag of potato chips nearly empty. The place looked (and smelled) like a frat house! My brother was on the couch, yelling at the TV. My husband was standing nearby… in his underwear.

    "What's going on?" I asked as I entered the house.

    "What's it look like, man? We're watching the game," my brother said without taking his eyes off the screen.

    "You alright?" I asked Vince, surprised to see him standing there nearly naked. Vince was not the most open person when it came to nudity, even though he had a more-than-decent body. I never expected to see him casually hanging out with my brother wearing nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs that clung to his body, leaving little to the imagination and showing off his muscles as well as the outline of his thick dick.

    "Yeah, I'm just about to take a shower and go to work," he explained.

    "Another late shift?! And you're drinking before work?" I asked, sounding way more naggy than I intended.

    "I only had one," Vince answered.

    "So you had all of those?" I turned to my brother, pointing at all of the empty beer bottles on the table.

    "Man, I worked seven days in a row and it's my first night off. You better get off my dick," Daryl replied, his eyes still stuck to the TV. It looked like the Eagles had just scored and people were celebrating.

    "Can I talk to you?" I said to Vince and he and I went off to our bedroom. "What's that about?" I asked as soon as we were alone.

    "What's what about?" 

    "Why are you hanging out naked around my brother?"

    Vince laughed before answering.

    "I was about to take a shower, I came here and took my clothes off" – he pointed at the shirt and sweatpants left on the bed – "and then the Eagles scored and I ran to the TV to catch the action, which is when you walked in. What's the big deal?"

    "Nothing," I sighed. "It's just… my brother's not really comfortable around gay men. So I don't think it's a good idea to be prancing around in your drawers in front of him."

    "First of all, I don't prance," Vince said, placing his hands on my triceps. "And secondly, I think your brother's a lot less uncomfortable than you give him credit for."

    "Trust me, I know my brother. I've spent a lot more time with him than you have."

    "Not recently, you haven't," Vince corrected me. "People change."

    With that, my husband gave me a kiss before going to the bathroom. I went to tidy up the kitchen, which took me over 15 minutes. By then, Vince reappeared in his uniform and then left the house to go to work. My brother, who was still on the couch, said,

    "I guess it's time for me to go. Unless you wanna have a beer with me."

    "Sure, why not?" I replied, determined to be more friendly and taking a seat next to Daryl.

    "You get to meet your nephew next week," my brother announced at the same time as opening a beer and handing it to me. "Malik's coming here."

    "Oh?" I said, taking a sip. Malik was the elder of Daryl's two sons.

    "Yeah. His mama just had a baby so things are crazy at their house. I figured this would be a good time for him to get away for a while. Vince got me a sweet deal on this car, so I can drive him to school."

    I didn't know where to begin with all of this new information. Daryl had been bumming rides with me and other diner employees lately, so it was good to hear he was getting his own car; I just wasn't aware he and Vince were looking into it.

    "So how long is Malik gonna be here?" I asked my brother.

    "Not sure, we haven't decided yet. His ma's house's close enough so he can go back and forth if he wants to. He's old enough to decide, it's not like we gon be fighting about custody or shit like that. But there's something else I wanted to ask you."

    "Sure, go for it," I said.

    "When I talked to Tanya she told me… she said that Malik's gay. So I was wondering if he and I can come over for dinner with you and Vince when he gets here. I want him to… I want him to see I'm cool around gay guys and all."

    "Uhhh, sure," I said. I had to hand it to Daryl: since coming out of prison, he was certainly good for a surprise. There were a thousand things I wanted to ask him, but for now I decided it was best to just sit and watch the rest of the football game. The Eagles were winning, which put my brother in a good mood.

    I wasn't much of a drinker, so after two beers I was already feeling tipsy. My tongue loosened and I decided to ask Daryl the main thing on my mind.

    "So how do you feel about Malik being gay?" 

    "It's cool," he said, finishing off yet another bottle of beer, which seemed to be his 20th. "I mean, shit, it's 2022."

    "Indeed it is," I said. Then, my brother and I made eye contact and both burst out laughing. Daryl must've been more drunk than I realized; I could tell by the way he laughed, almost giggling, which was very unlike him.

    "Nah, I mean, I got used to it in prison," Daryl continued.

    "Used to what, gay guys? I didn't know there were a lot of gay men in prison," I said.

    "I don't know about gay men, but there sure is a lotta gay fucking," Daryl laughed again.

    "No, for real?! I thought that was an urban myth," I said, turning to Daryl and begging for more info, like this was some juicy gossip.

    "Man, some people are in there for 10-20 years. Trust me, they'll take what they can get."

    "Wow." And then, feeling uncharacteristically bold, I asked, "Did you?"

    "Did I what?"

    "Did you fuck anyone while you were in there?"

    "Nah man, I ain't fuck no one," Daryl shook his head, but he had a smirk on his face.

    "C'mon, you can tell me," I insisted.

    "I didn't fuck no one but I… I got head a few times, okay?" my brother confessed.

    "Fuck off! What's 'a few times'?" I continued prodding.

    "A few times a week, if you gotta know. Nosy ass," Daryl laughed, opening yet another beer and then getting into his story. "There was this skinny kid, in for burglary. He loved sucking dick, and he was damn good at it as well. He gave head to me and my cellmate; in return we had his back. My cellmate used to fuck his ass as well. He kept saying 'I ain't gay, but I'm here for three years and a man's got needs.'"

    "You make prison sound fun," I said, feeling turned on by my brother's story.

    "Trust me, it ain't," Daryl insisted. "But ironically, it was easier to get laid there than here in the suburbs."

    "Ha. You miss that guy sucking your dick now, huh?" I asked.

    "Sure do," my brother replied… while reaching down to adjust what looked like a semi-hard dick through his sweatpants. Since his sweats were black it wasn't easy to spot, but now that I'd noticed it it definitely looked at least half-hard. Either way, I couldn't get my eyes off it and in my head I was transported for the night when I witnessed my brother jacking off in his old childhood bedroom… and busting a nut all over his naked body.

    "May– Maybe you can find a cocksucker round these parts," I said. "Bound to be someone."

    "Lemme know if you have anyone in mind, man," Daryl replied, licking his lips while making direct eye contact with me.

    "I… I wouldn't want Vince to hear about this, but… I dunno, maybe I can help you out," I said, encouraged by the beer to say something I would never normally say.

    "I'm down if you are," my brother nodded his head, continuing to rub his dick through his clothes. When he took his hand off, he looked to be fully hard.

    "So… can I…?" I asked, reaching for Daryl's bulge but stopping myself before making contact with it.

    "Go for it," he said, putting his beer down and resting his hands on the back of his head. 

    "Are we really about to do this?!" I asked myself. Daryl was 10 years older than me; he and I were never particularly close and now I was presented with an opportunity to SUCK HIS DICK?! When I was little, I always tried to impress my big brother, but it never worked. I guess this was my shot.

    Shooing the doubt away from my head, I touched my brother's dick through his sweatpants and squeezed firmly. It had been a while since I'd touched anyone's dick except my husband's, and the fact this was so wrong made it feel even hotter. Daryl and I remained silent, looking at each other as I stroked his tool through the cotton. The Eagles had won and there was a loud celebration on TV.

    Feeling like a teen doing this for the first time, I slowly reached into Daryl's pants and took his dick out carefully, as if I were afraid of it. In a way, I was. I was afraid of where this might lead us. What if… what if I couldn't get enough of it and began to crave it all the time?

    Taking my first close look at my brother's dick, I licked my lips and decided to move faster, before Daryl changed his mind. I went down and in one move I swallowed my big brother's meat, taking half of his shaft in my mouth. I kissed and licked his head, sucking out the precum that Daryl was beginning to ooze.

    "Fuck, man. This is just what I needed," my brother said while exhaling, sitting back onto the couch and spreading his legs wider. "Fucking suck that dick!"

    Next, Daryl put his hand on the back of my head and pressed down, trapping me in his lap. There was no getting away now. I tried pulling away for a second, just to catch my breath, but my brother pressed down, making me gag and forcing me to breathe through my nose as deeply as I could. 

    "I said suck that dick!!" he yelled more aggressively. At that moment, I realized I wouldn't get away until I made him cum. I relaxed my throat, swallowing more of Daryl's dick and gagging on it a couple of more times. Soon, I could feel my chin rubbing against my brother's balls, which he kept surprisingly smooth. 

    "Nice. Fuck, you can take it all the way!" Daryl said, clearly impressed by my dick-sucking skills. His pressure on the back of my head relaxed a little bit, and I was able to bob up and down more freely, sliding my lips across the length of his shaft, lubricated by my saliva and his precum.

    "Keep going until I nut!" Daryl barked. I got the impression that he was close so I sucked more vigorously, but there was no cum just yet. My brother's dick just continued to grow harder and harder the more I sucked. Struggling to breathe, I inhaled all of my brother's musk, which made me even hornier. Although I didn't want to freak him out by pulling out my own dick, I couldn't help it. I reached into my pants and pulled out my throbber. I'd been hard as a rock ever since I started deepthroating Daryl.

    "Mmm. Mmmmpf," I grunted, jacking my dick while sucking on my brother. I could tell he was bigger than me, but not by too much. Now that he was no longer pressing on my head so hard, I lifted it until I was only nursing on the tip of his dick. With my right hand, I reached over and stroked Daryl's dick shaft a few times. After my hand was nice and wet with his precum, I wrapped it back around my own dick, using my brother's precum as lube while jacking myself off.

    "You gon swallow that nut?" Daryl grunted after a few minutes. He was close, I could feel it.

    "Mhm," I nodded aggressively, going down until his dick was hitting the back of my throat again. With my nose buried in his trimmed pubes, I couldn't breathe but I forced myself to hold on. Daryl put both hands on the back of my head now and pressed even harder than before; lifting his hips off the couch and face-fucking me all the way.

    "FUUUCK!" he exclaimed at the same time as his dick erupted, filling my mouth with fraternal cum. I swallowed as much of it as I could, but it just kept coming and coming, stuffing my mouth faster than I could swallow. It seemed to go on for over a minute; an intense orgasm that my brother clearly needed. When he was done he finally let go of my head. I pulled away, my mouth still full with some of his seed. 

    Then, I spit the cum out in my hand and went back to jacking, feeling my brother's sperm stick to my boner. A moment later, I blew my own load, cumming all over the coffee table in front of me, glazing the empty beer bottles with jizz. 

    "Phew. Okay, good, we got that out of our systems," my brother said, sounding suddenly sober now that it was all over. "There'll be none of that once Malik gets here."

    "We'll see about that," I thought. I was still drunk, but it wasn't just the beer messing with my mind. Just like I'd feared: now that I'd gotten a taste of Daryl's cum, I craved more…​