DARYL:

    Although my parents had worked hard to provide us a safe, cushy life in the suburbs, I hated every moment of it while I was growing up. Enthralled by TV (and later the internet) I wanted to live in the city; whether that was Philly or New York or any urban area. The city was "cool" and the suburbs were "lame" – there was no debate about it!

    So as soon as I could, I started to ditch school and hop on the bus to Philly. There, I imitated people's swagger and style of speaking. I fell in with the illusive wrong crowd that suburbanites warn you about. When I was 17, I knocked someone up; a white girl whose parents were all too happy to have nothing to do with me and raise the kid on their own without as much as consulting me on the name they chose for him (Ashton).

    A year later I got another girl pregnant. Her name was Tanya and she and I actually had a good thing going on for a while. Unfortunately, however, I was still an immature asshole. I cheated on her left and right until she left me to raise our son Malik on her own. By then, I was living in Philly full time and I got a few jobs – some of them legit, others less so – and I helped her out with child support. Over the years, I popped in and out of Ashton and Malik's lives, but for the most part I assumed both boys were better off without me.

    It wasn't until I spent nine months in prison that I began to reevaluate my approach to family. Almost by miracle, I actually met a few really nice guys while I was doing time. I found myself becoming closer and opening up to them in a way that I'd never done with another person in my life. The news of my father's death was the final nail in the coffin; I'd decided that as soon as I came out I was going back home and making amends with the people from my past.

    Although I'd intended to get closer to my brother upon returning to Stag Meadow Lane, I had no idea just HOW close we'd become. Another thing that prison did was assuage my aversion to man-on-man sex, and before I knew it I was at my baby brother's house, getting my dick sucked by him. At first it was pure horniness and desperation on my part – "any hole is a goal" type of thing – but the second time I went to Emmett's house to empty my nuts, I actually quite enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that it started to freak me out. I told myself that I must find another person in town to have sex with – breeding Emmett on the daily was a line I was unwilling to cross.

    Working at my father's diner was an excellent way to meet new people. Unfortunately, most of the women I met were unavailable or uninterested. At least my social life was going well. I made a few friends around town, including a neighbor who I vaguely remembered from when I was young. Jared and I had grown up on the same cul-de-sac. We were roughly the same age but I never paid much attention to him back in the day. Now, all these years later, we were both back home; me from living in the city and him from traveling the world for work. We bonded over our shared experience of being back, and soon we were hitting a nearby sports bar for drinks at least once or twice a week.

    One Sunday, I was sitting at home watching TV with my son Malik, who was staying with me for a couple of weeks. This was our first time spending so much time together – a part of my resolution to bond with family. He was a nice kid, a bit shy at first, but he'd opened up quite quickly. What's more, he'd taken a liking to his uncle Emmett, and the two of them spent a good amount of time together. 

    "I'm going to Uncle Emmett's house," Malik announced, bored by the football game playing on TV.

    "Again?! You were there for hours yesterday. What do you two do, anyway?" I asked.

    "NOT watch football," Malik answered, and left the house like the typical teenager dodging a question.

    In the mood to find another buddy to watch football with, I texted Jared, who was at my house ten minutes later with two six packs and a bottle of vodka. When the game was over, I played a basketball game I had DVR-ed and we carried on drinking well into the evening, ordering pizza halfway through our binge. Whatever Malik was doing, he still wasn't home. I figured no matter what, there was no way he could get into more trouble than I did at his age, plus he was with his uncle so I figured they're alright.

    Around midnight, I was drunk, but Jared was WASTED, so much so that I knew I'd need to carry him home even though he lived just four houses down. Unsurprisingly, our conversation had turned to sex, something that Jared assured me he was getting enough of. When I told him I was looking for a new fuck buddy, he drunkenly slurred something about sharing his.

    "You mean that redhead you've been dating, the one with the triplets?? I didn't know she was a freak like that!" I said, all too eager to share Jared's girlfriend if it came to that.

    "Nah, not her," he said, his eyes closing. He was about to crash. 

    "Who is it, then? C'mon man, tell me," I insisted. I knew I should carry Jared home so he could pass out in his bed, but I was too invested in the identity of whoever he was fucking.

    "I can't tell you," he tried to come out of it.

    "Aw, man, don't be like that," I nagged, hopeful that all the alcohol would loosen Jared's tongue. And it worked, but even I wasn't ready for the answer I was about to get.

    "You can't tell anyone…" Jared slurred with his eyelids half-closed, "but I've been fucking my brother, Henry. Fuck, he's good! And he likes – hic! – he likes taking two dicks at a time as well."

    Since I'd recently fucked my brother Emmett's ass, this shouldn't have come as much of a surprise as it did. I'd assumed Emmett and I might be the only brothers to ever do this in the world. Turns out, we weren't even the only brothers on this street!

    "C'mon man, I'll take you home," I said, realizing Jared was about to pass out any second now. I put his coat on him as if dressing a toddler, and then I put on my own jacket. When we arrived at #2, I knocked on the door and as soon as it opened I was faced with a nearly naked Henry, smiling at me and rolling his eyes when he saw I was holding up his drunk brother. The weather was cold outside but Henry kept the house warm enough to wear nothing but a pair of white briefs – his current attire. 

    "I'll take it from here," he said, sliding an arm underneath his older brother's armpit and helping to support the weight. I looked at Henry's body up and down, focusing on his large ass after he turned around. His cheeks were hugged tightly by the white cotton of the skimpy briefs, and they flexed left-to-right as he slowly walked away from me.

—

    The following day, I talked to Jared but he seemed to have no recollection of his confession from the night before. We saw each other again that Thursday, going to our favorite bar for drinks. After a couple of hours, I decided that I could no longer hide the main thing that was on my mind.

    "Do you remember what you told me on Sunday, when we was drinking at my house?" I leaned over and asked Jared at the bar.

    "Umm, no. What is it?" he asked.

    "You said something that's… pretty crazy. But just know that I'm cool with it," I said, making eye contact with my friend.

    "Cool with what?"

    "Man… You said you and Henry fuck. You actually invited me to join y'all some time."

    I expected Jared to get indignant and deny everything, whether it was true or not. However, he just calmly took a swig of his drink and asked,

    "And you're cool with that?" 

    "I mean, it's y'all's business so whatever," I shrugged.

    "And you would really join us?" Jared asked, looking me dead in the eye and smirking. "Because I think Henry would really like that."

—

    An hour later, I was back at #2 Stag Meadow Lane. Once again, Henry answered the door in his underwear. Only this time, he was expecting us.

    "Dad and Xavier are out," he said to his brother as we walked in. "So it's just us."

    Jared had called his brother from the bar, asking Henry if he might be in the mood for some dick. ("Two dicks, to be exact," Jared had smirked.) Henry needed no persuading. That's how I found myself in their living room, with Henry helping me pull my pants down and taking my dick in his mouth with a loud moan of satisfaction.

    "He's a good cocksucker, ain't he?" Jared bragged about his brother's oral skills as he sat on the couch and watched us.

    "And he's sucked your dick?!" I asked in disbelief.

    "Oh, yeah," Jared laughed. "This fucker's been obsessed with incest since he was a teen. Apparently, he began reading all sorts of fucked up stories online back then."

    Since Henry had his mouth full, Jared spoke on his behalf and filled me in on how Henry – who was a successful writer – liked to read and write sex stories that definitely wouldn't sell well in mainstream circles. I wasn't much of a reader but I found my curiosity piqued to the point where I was looking forward to hopefully reading some of Henry's smut.

    "Most of it is about family members fucking," Jared told me. "My baby brother's been hung up on it for decades. It'd never even entered my mind before but after I moved back to Phoenixville, well… one thing led to another between us and now here we are."

    "Here we are, with your brother sucking my dick in front of you," I said to my friend. "He seems to be enjoying it, but unfortunately he and I ain't related. Somehow I have a feeling he'd be enjoying himself even more if he was sucking YOUR dick."

    Jared smirked, rubbing his crotch while he watched his baby brother on his knees, serving my hard prick and sucking on my nuts. Soon, Jared got up and unzipped his pants, pulling out a dick that was already almost fully hard. He walked the couple of feet it took to get to us, and he put his dick right next to his brother's face while Henry was still sucking me.

    "Mmmm," the cocksucker moaned and switched from my dick to his brother's, still jacking me off in the process. 

    "Fuck, he's really sucking your dick," I said.

    "Yes he is. And while he's doing that, why don't you go and fill his ass?" Jared suggested, pimping out his little brother to me.

    I spat in my hand and brought it down to my erection, beginning to jack my dick just as Henry let go of it so he could tug on his big brother's balls at the same time while blowing him. The younger sibling poked his ass out as much as possible, sending me a clear message. I got behind Henry, pulled the back of his briefs down, and aimed the tip of my dick at his pulsating asshole.

    "MMMM!!" he got louder and louder as he slobbered all over his brother's tool, his hole contracting and inviting me in. I started to shove my dick in; at first there was some resistance but pretty soon Henry had loosened up and allowed me to drive my dick in without interruption.

    "Fuck yeah. Fuck his ass!" Jared yelled, high-fiving me over his younger bro's ass. "Give my brother's ass a good fucking."

    I obliged both brothers, making sure to give them a show as I pumped back and forth with stamina and rhythm. Jared seemed to be enjoying this even more than his brother was – and his brother was definitely enjoying it! Maybe Jared had some fetish for seeing his younger sibling taking dick or something, but either way, it was a perfect combination with what I was needing. I fucked Henry's ass for over twenty minutes while his older bro encouraged me verbally. Finally, I felt it coming. With a loud "FUCK!" I let go and flooded Henry's ass with my nut.

    "Fuck yeah man, breed his ass. Fucking breed his ass!" Jared yelled at me. He took his dick out of Henry's mouth and I could actually see it getting even harder. As soon as I was done cumming and pulled out, Jared almost pushed me out of the way in his rush to get to his brother's asshole.

    "Ahhhhhhh!" the older brother moaned and nutted up his brother's ass, thrusting back and forth, lubricated by my own cum. 

    Between Jared's sperm load and my own, by the time he was done and he'd pulled out, there was so much cum inside his brother's ass that it began waterfalling onto the floor.

    "Fuck!" I said as I watched Henry's sloppy hole oozing out cum.

    "Look at that ruined cunt," Jared said, describing his baby brother's asshole.

    "Fuck, that was intense," I said as I made eye contact with my friend. Then, I surprised him by adding, "Next time, we should do this to MY brother. What you up to this weekend?"​