EMMETT:

    Throughout my life, I was fortunate enough that my best friends always lived very close to me, in the same exact cul-de-sac. Growing up, Rory was just three doors down at #3. He and his brother Taylor were much friendlier to me than my own brother, and I still wished they hadn't decided to go live in New York. 

    Now that I was an adult, my best friend was Henry who lived at #2, right next door to Rory's parents. He was usually the one I went to with all my secrets, but this time I was hiding something so big that I didn't even think he would understand. How do you tell someone: I sucked my own brother off… and I enjoyed it? But then one day, I found out a secret of Henry's that changed everything.

    We were sitting in Henry's kitchen, and he was once again talking about the fortune teller than had "predicted" my father's murder on Halloween. 

    "I bet it's that new guy Cesar up the street," Henry's fiancé Xavier chimed in. "I've been telling you since he moved here: he's bad news! That's why the police went to talk to him."

    "The police came to talk to us as well," said Henry. "They just wanted to check if we knew anything."

    "Yes, but I think they talked to Cesar cuz he's a suspect," Xavier insisted. "You noticed how ever since that day, he stopped keeping his curtains closed all the time? Probably realized it makes him look even more dodgy."

    I was eager to change the topic, so I was glad when Xavier left the house shortly after that. Veering to something different, I asked Henry how his latest book was going.

    "Not too well," he confessed. "I've been busy writing other stuff, just for fun."

    "What kinda stuff?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

    "Oh you know, just scribbles," he replied coyly. I pressed him for more info, and then he said the fateful phrase: "Can you keep a secret?"

    My friend revealed that he enjoyed writing erotic stories, with what I recognized as nervousness and apprehension on his face. I smiled, and I assured Henry there was nothing wrong or shameful about his hobby.

    "You should let me read some of your stuff," I said.

    "I don't think so. They're kinda… niche," my buddy continued looking anxious.

     "Oh c'mon, how bad can they be?" I nagged. "What's so niche about them?"

    After a few moments' hesitation, my best friend decided to answer my question.

    "They're about… incest. Like, gay incest, family members fucking, that sorta thing."

    I immediately felt an itchy panic all over my body. Was Henry on to me?! Does he know that I sucked Daryl's dick in my living room? Was this his way of bringing up the topic and getting me to confess?

    Looking at Henry, it was clear to see that he was even more nervous than I was. This wasn't about me after all! It was my friend confessing his "niche interest" to me, thinking he might get judged for it. Little did he know…

    "Hey man, whatever floats your boat," I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. "I mean, I bet there's some interest for it out there."

    "Oh, like you wouldn't believe!" Henry said, looking immediately relieved by my reaction. "I mean, to be honest, I've been reading incest stories for a while now. And when I started writing, I heard from a lot of people who have the same interest, and well… there's a lot of us out there."

    Henry chuckled, completely unaware just how hard he was hitting the nail on the head.

    My friend needed a bit more convincing to let me read his pervy prose, but in the end he shared a link to a site where he posted some of his work. "I don't publish everything," he noted. "I keep the most… salacious stuff to myself."

—

    That evening, my husband was on another late shift, and I didn't feel like cooking so I ordered in. While waiting for the food to arrive, I decided to unwind and read some of Henry's stories. I brought my laptop to bed and started reading with one hand inside my sweatpants, grasping my dick. I was already oozing precum, turned on by reading my best friend's dirty fantasies. Coincidentally, the story was about a pizza boy making a delivery to two brothers, who begin to fuck in front of him until he joins in. Of course, I imagined my brother Daryl and me as the brothers in the story. As Henry got into graphic descriptions of the two siblings fucking, I wondered if Daryl might someday be willing to try the same with me.

    Just then, there was a loud knock on the door. My food had arrived! Feeling horny, I decided to be braver than usual and go answer the door while still sporting a hard-on, just in case the delivery boy standing outside my house was as sexy as the one inside my head. I adjusted my hard dick in my gray sweats and ran to the door. But there, I found…

    "Daryl!" I said in surprise. "And…"

    "This is Malik," my brother said, patting the back of the teenage boy standing next to him. "My son."

    I felt like a deer in headlights, wondering how to run and hide. My brother hadn't noticed my bulge, but the teenage boy had been looking down and he definitely spotted my boner. Fuck! My first time meeting my nephew, and I'm as hard as a rock!

    "Uhhh… You guys come in, it's cold outside," I said, even though it was quite a warm evening for wintertime. After they crossed the threshold, I closed the door and immediately turned away, hiding my front side.

    "I'll get you something to drink from the kitchen. What do you want?" I offered, eager to head to another room.

    Daryl asked for a beer, and his son quietly asked for any kind of soda. Once I was on my own in the kitchen, I stopped and took a few long breaths. I poured the drinks and closed my eyes, praying my erection away. After a couple of minutes, I was about semi-hard; it was still noticeable, but not as bad as earlier. I knew I had to return to the living room so I did, making awkward eye contact with my nephew as I handed him his drink.

    "So, Malik… you recently moved to the area?" I asked, finally taking a seat and hiding my bulge from view. 

    "Yeah," the teen replied meekly, being understandably uncomfortable around strangers, even if we were family. Malik was the younger of the two boys Daryl conceived when he was a teenager himself. Both kids were fully raised by their moms, with the occasional visit and child support check from my brother. As he loosened up a bit, my nephew explained that his ma had recently gotten married to the guy she'd been seeing for a few years, and they'd decided to move from the city to the suburbs. 

    "I was against it, but they said they'd buy me a car," Malik smiled. "So I figured I'm 17, I'm bout to go live on my own soon anyway. I might as well do a few months in the burbs if it gets me a ride."

    A few minutes later, my food finally arrived. (The devilry guy was indeed cute but alas, I was too distracted to pay much attention to him.) Combined with some leftovers from the fridge it was enough for three people, so we all ate and drank in front of the TV. Talking about the food was an excellent icebreaker. By the time we were done with our meal, we'd talked about everything from suburbia to music to graduating high school, and Malik seemed MUCH more at ease. Most of the conversation was between him and me, with his dad only occasionally chiming in. It wasn't until then that I remembered: Malik was also gay! Daryl had mentioned it to me but it completely slipped my mind. Shit, that probably explained the interest in the teen's eyes as he scanned my bulge at the door, clearly noticing my rock-hard state. 

    I made eye contact with Malik once again, and this time I reached between my legs and "discreetly" adjusted my dicks and balls. It was the type of thing a man might do at any time, but it was my way of checking if it might arouse my nephew's interest… which it did! Malik didn't say anything, but he licked his lips just as my hand tugged on my nuts, which couldn't have been a coincidence.

    "I think we better get going," Daryl announced. He seemed oblivious to the silent and sexy communication between his son and me; he just wanted to get home before it was too late. "Malik will be staying over for a couple of weeks. Come on over tomorrow," he extended me an invitation, just as his teen son extended his hand for me to shake. As we made skin-on-skin contact, my nephew held me for a few moments longer than usual for a handshake, and when we were done I felt the back of his hand quickly brushing against my bulge.

—

    As soon as my brother and his son were out the door, I ran back to my laptop and dove back into the world of incestual fantasies, courtesy of my buddy Henry. I found myself searching his stories for keywords like "uncle and nephew," which left me with a couple of very hot results. I jacked off for what must've been hours, only taking occasional breaks to take a piss. It was past midnight when I once again heard a knock on the door. 

    Just like earlier, my dick was at peak erection when I went to the door, but this time I knew to check before answering. Through the peephole, I saw my brother standing in the darkness outside, wearing slides with his socks and no jacket.

    "I saw your lights were on so I figured you're still up," Daryl said as I let him in.

    "Yeah. Everything alright?" I asked, once again tucking in my boner to hide it as much as possible.

    "Yeah, man. Just wanted to say… thanks for being cool with Malik earlier."

    "No problem. Is he asleep?" I asked after we sat back down in the living room.

    "Yes," my brother confirmed.

    "Did he… say anything after you guys left?" I carefully pried for information, wondering if my nephew might've told his dad about my earlier erection.

    "Nah, he just said that you were cool," Daryl said casually.

    "Well, I'm happy to hear that," I chuckled.

    This was followed by a few moments of awkward silence between my brother and me. Just as I was about to ask what was up, Daryl decided to speak out first.

    "Listen," he said, "after what happened the other day when I was here –" (I immediately knew he was talking about the blowjob I gave him) "– I was just wondering… if you wanna do it again or some shit."

    "Umm… sure," I said, taking little time to reply to my brother's suggestion. I'd been picturing his dick ever since that day, including a couple of times while having sex with my husband. 

    "That's kinda why I came, I was feeling horny tonight," Daryl admitted. "So like… you wanna suck my dick?"

    By this point, I'd been edging for hours, and my brain was warped with all of the pervy, incestuous scenarios I'd been reading about. Feeling bolder than usual, I asked,

    "How about… you fuck my ass tonight instead?"

    Daryl licked his lips while looking at me, which is when I realized he and his son looked exactly the same when they did that. 

    "I mean… I'm down if you are," my brother replied. Apparently, he was not about to turn down a willing hole… even if it belonged to his younger bro.

    Once again, I found myself ignoring all of the questions and hesitation in my mind (What if my husband found out? Is this changing my relationship with my brother forever?) and I succumbed to my desire. I held onto my hard dick as I got up off the chair, and I let it lead me like a magnet toward the couch Daryl was on. As I took those few steps, I whipped my tool out and let my brother get a quick look at it, although Daryl seemed more interested in pulling out his own dick for me. He wasn't hard yet, but he already had a semi (and a semi for Daryl was bigger than some hard dicks I'd seen). 

    "Were you watching porn before coming here?" I asked my brother as I knelt down between his spread-open legs and placed my hands on his knees.

    "Yeah. After Malik went to sleep, I had nothing to do. Got me all riled up so I figured I'd come here."

    "Oh, you can cum here anytime," I smacked my lips, talking like one of the characters in the naughty stories I'd just been reading.

    I sucked my brother's dick and felt it getting bigger in my mouth. It took Daryl a good ten minutes to get fully hard this time, but I savored the taste of him and I was in no rush. Finally, I took Daryl's dick out my mouth and gave its head one final kiss before looking up. As I stared into my brother's eyes I heard him ask,

    "You ready, man?"

    "Aha," I nodded, getting up off my knees and climbing onto the couch, poking my ass out back as far as possible.

    "You got a nice ass, bro," Daryl said as he went to stand behind me. His compliment made me push my ass out even more, feeling my cheeks spreading and my hole pulsing with eagerness. I looked over my shoulder and saw Daryl lick his lips once again as he stared right at my inviting asshole. I couldn't see what was happening between his legs, but the loud fapping sound and my brother's arm movement let me know he was jacking off and lubing his dick up with his precum, in preparation of penetrating me. "Ya ready?"

    "Fuck yeah," I almost shouted, arching my back as far as it'd go. I felt my brother's hand slide under the hoodie I was wearing and rest on the small of my back, sending shivers up my spine. In that same moment, a glob of precum came leaking out my dick and I realized I should've laid a towel down before doing this on the couch.

    No time for turning back. One second later, I felt warmth around my hole as Daryl's dick made contact with it. And then: he was in! The feeling of getting filled intensified as my brother pushed inward, further and further, making me dig my fingernails into the backrest of the sofa. There was some pain, probably attributable to the fact that we weren't using any lube other than Daryl's precum, or that he hadn't bothered to eat my ass and get it ready first. 

    In a matter of seconds, the pain started to recede, giving way to pleasure like I'd never felt before. Sure, I've had good fucks in my life, both by my husband and other people, but what was currently happening between Daryl and me had so many facets to it. This was my BROTHER fucking me; and the thrill of the taboo made everything feel more intense. Growing up, I never even thought Daryl and I would ever be friends, much less end up doing something like this. 

    My brother fucked me from behind for fifteen minutes, hitting my prostate with every inward thrust. During the entire time, my dick remained steel-hard and I was careful when wrapping my fist around it, so as not to make myself cum just yet. Daryl fucked me like a fucking machine, slamming into me faster and faster until, with some shortness of breath, he suggested,

    "Let me sit down. You take a seat on top of me."

    I felt my brother's dick pulling out of me, leaving my ass lips quivering and begging for its return. Daryl took a seat on the couch and I quickly removed my sweatpants completely, so I'd have more freedom of motion. I wasn't sure what position he wanted me in, but my brother pulled me in and showed me. Now, I was sitting in his lap, straddling him, face-to-face so we could feel each other's breath.

    "Go down," Daryl whispered, his lips just a couple of inches from my nose. Gently, he pushed down on my shoulder with one hand while his other hand held his dick upright. My asshole still quivering, I sat onto my brother's tool and felt it going up inside me inch by inch, all ten glorious inches of it. 

    "Fuck," I moaned at the same time as my brother. His breath was making my glasses fog up so I took them off and set them aside. And then… Daryl pulled me in for a kiss, shoving his tongue deep down my throat.

    As weird as it may sound, I was even more taken aback by our kiss than by the fact my brother and I were fucking. I'd figured, in prison, Daryl was exposed to some man-on-man action enjoyed by straight, bi, and gay men alike. Yet, I highly doubted the straight portion of the inmates indulged in much kissing and making out; they probably just wanted to get their rocks off, which is what I'd assumed Daryl was doing with me. I was happy to be his willing hole, as wrong as I knew that it was. Getting a passionate kiss on top of it was an extra feature I hadn't expected, but was very much happy with.

    After he was balls-deep in me, my brother's hands returned to my back and pulled me in closer to him, his tongue still buried in my mouth, drawing circles and wrestling with mine. I kept my eyes closed (I couldn't see much without my glasses anyway) and I got lost in the moment, intertwined with my big brother and tuning out the rest of the world. Half an hour went by way too quickly, but that's how long Daryl and I remained in this position for. Finally, my balls couldn't take it anymore. The prostate stimulation was getting to me – I needed to cum! Luckily, my brother was right there with me.

    "I'm gon nut," he said, finally taking his tongue out my mouth, leaving my lips chapped with all the friction from his stubble.

    "Fuck, me too," I admitted and I reached for my glasses. I put them back on: I wanted to see my brother's face clearly as he bred my ass for the first time.

    With me on top, I was in control. I bounced in Daryl's lap, going up and down and up and down, bringing us to the point of ecstasy at the very same time. Then, with a powerful blast, I came all over Daryl's shirt just as I felt his nut filling up my guts. Daryl seemed surprisingly cool with having me cum all over him, not that I could control it anyway. Those few moments, as my brother and I both shot our loads, were hotter than anything I'd experienced in my life. And then… I looked up at the window in front of me. Now that I had my glasses on I could see. Standing right outside and looking into the bright living room was a man. At least I think it was a man… the figure was hard to discern… (Daryl's dick continued to pump out semen into my hole.) Whoever they were, I wondered how long they'd been standing there for… For a moment I feared it might be my husband… (I let out another blast of cum, unable to control myself.) No, it looked more like… It looked more like my nephew… Malik…​