D.J.:

    As Brady's departure from Stag Meadow Lane drew nearer, I started to feel really sad about him leaving. With the two of us sharing a room all summer, he truly felt like an older brother to me now. That is why I was positively THRILLED to hear him say he was taking a semester off from BU and staying with us for a few more months.

    As welcome as that news was, it was also surprising. After all, Brady bad spent the summer talking about how much he missed Boston and his two boyfriends there and how he couldn't wait to be back. He was about to be a senior, and I would think he'd want to get college over and done with as soon as possible, so he could move on to the next part of his life.

    Whatever it was that made Brady change his mind, I knew that it had something to do with my father. He and Brady were spending a lot more time together now, and whenever they were in the same room the vibe between them was kinda… different. I knew that they were fucking, but this seemed to be more than that. After a couple of weeks of wondering about it, I decided to address the issue.

    "Hey, Brady… Can I ask you something?" I asked as Brady and I lay in my bed in the middle of the night one Friday. He had just fucked my ass and I still had his load in me. If there was ever a time for honesty, this felt like it.

    "Sure, what's up?" he whispered in the dark.

    "Is everything cool between you and my dad? Like, things feel… different between y'all."

    That's when I finally got the full story from Brady. It started with a "I've got something to tell you, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone." And then… he revealed he was actually my half-brother.

    "I don't really want anyone else to know for now," he added. "And obviously, it would be a career killer for your father. OUR father," he corrected himself.

    Although I felt shocked – and frankly: somewhat hurt about being kept in the dark – I also felt an overwhelming sense of closeness with Brady in that moment. After months of wishing I had a brother like him… turns out I did all along!

    My tongue went right back into Brady's mouth, for the first time with the awareness that I was making out with my big brother. Five minutes later and his dick was back inside me. It took him a while to cum for the second time but I was relentless; I wanted to feel him explode in me, I wanted to feel him give me a breeding that was even more perverted than everything we'd been doing all summer long. Finally, with a fresh load from Brady in my guts, I fell asleep like a baby in my big bro's arms.

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    That Sunday, Brady and I had the house to ourselves and spent the morning playing video games. Around noon, I heard the front door open, but I was so engrossed in my game that I didn't even turn around to see who it was. Instead, Brady announced it by loudly saying, "Oh, hi Dad."

    I stopped playing and immediately looked to my left, where my father was standing, looking just as stunned as I felt.

    "Don't worry about it. I told D.J. the truth," Brady said calmly. "He promised not to tell anyone. Honestly, it's been good for me to have someone to talk to about it all."

    "Oookay," Dad said hesitatingly, before turning to me and asking, "D.J., do you have any questions for me?"

    "Not really. I mean, Brady already told me what I need to know," I shrugged. Truthfully, I had dozens of questions I could come up with, but I didn't want to confront my father with all of them just now. I could tell he and Brady were still processing everything, and I didn't want to spoil things for them with my meddling. After all, whether I approved of it or not, Dad and Brady would remain father and son for life. This was Brady's chance to finally build a relationship with his dad, and I didn't want to spoil it for him. 

    Dad cracked a tiny smile, and went off to the kitchen. Brady and I continued playing our game for another half an hour, until I finally lost all of my lives and he was crowned the winner.

    "You know what that means," he grinned suggestively. Our prearranged deal was: the winner gets to fuck the loser. And I can't say I felt all that bad about losing. I told him that I needed a few minutes, and to come to the room in about ten. I made sure I was in position before then – naked on the bed, on all fours, ass facing the door. I felt my hole clench and quiver with excitement as I heard the door open slowly.

    "Mmm," I heard Brady moan, and then for a moment it sounded like he was whispering something softly. Before I could ask him to speak up, his voice rang out loud with an instruction.

    "See that T-shirt next to you?" my brother asked, and I glanced over at the semi-clean black tee near the end of my bed. "Tie it around your eyes," he added.

    I complied, eager to see what kind of game my kinky brother was concocting. It was always fun exploring with him and I enjoyed letting him take the lead. I figured (and hoped) that I would be feeling something on my hole momentarily. Maybe Brady's dick, or his tongue, or a couple of fingers. Hell, maybe even a toy. He'd mentioned using dildos and butt plugs with his boyfriends and I hadn't even taken a first step into that kind of fun yet.

    When the spongy head of a dick ended up being what prodded me to open up, I just smiled and relaxed to let Brady slide right in. As it started opening me up, something felt... different. I'd gotten to know every inch of my brother's dick, and it turned out that I could literally recognize it blindfolded. This wasn't Brady fucking me... it was our dad!

    "Oh shit, Da—" I started to moan, but my mouth had only been open for a second when I felt another dick – and this time I was sure it was my brother's – push aggressively between my lips. I had no other choice but to let it slide past my tongue and down my throat. Luckily, I was happy to be taken from both ends, especially by these two men. I couldn't believe that I was getting spit-roasted by my father and my big brother. Neither of their dicks were new to me, but the three of us together, now with full knowledge of how we were all connected... somehow everything felt more intense and meaningful.

    For the next fifteen minutes, the two of them worked my holes over good. Brady went hard and only occasionally stopped to let me catch my breath, but he knew how much I could take. Dad seemed to be trying to get deeper into my ass with every thrust, pulling my hips and ass back toward him with tremendous strength. I'm not sure if his efforts were successful or if his dick was somehow swelling up more, but it really did feel like he was reaching new spots deep inside my guts.

    All throughout, Dad and Brady were grunting and occasionally egging one another on with short cries of "yeah!" and "fuck him good!" I got even more excited when they started having actual conversations about how good it felt to have their dicks in me.

    "Damn, his mouth always feels so good," Brady said in a low voice as he rubbed my swollen throat with one hand. "He's such a natural at this."
   "Both my boys are expert cocksuckers," Dad said, and I felt his dick throb in my ass again. "I'm a lucky daddy."

    "We should switch spots," Brady suggested, and suddenly he was pulling out of my mouth, leaving me gasping but also longing for his dick. I stuck my tongue out hungrily but he had already moved away from my face, and I couldn't see anything with the T-shirt still covering my eyes.

    A few seconds later, Dad's dick pushed at my lips, fresh from my ass and in need of another warm hole to call home. I gladly accepted the dick that made me down my gullet, and I sighed deeply as my nose smashed into my father's bristly pubes. My face got pushed harder into Dad's pelvis right after that as Brady slammed himself into my open asshole, taking advantage of how much our father had opened me up. Both of them pulled back and then shoved their shafts inside me again. I felt the dual impact up and down the length of my spine, and it sent a jolt to my own dick, which was oozing precum as my family members used me.

    "Hard to pick between his holes, isn't it?" Brady asked our father as they fucked me relentlessly.

    "If we can keep changing, then neither of us has to pick," Dad said breathlessly as he ground his hips against my head a few times, which made it feel like his dick was most of the way to my stomach, it was so far down my throat. Then it was a sudden emptiness at both ends again.

    I actually lost count of how many times they swapped spots after that, going back and forth. There was no light at all reaching my eyes and with my asshole now stretched out, it was no longer good at ID-ing which dick was in it. Unless they were speaking, I had no idea whether it was my brother or my father in my ass at any given moment anymore.

    When they both finally started shouting obscenities, I knew who was who and I knew they were about to flood my body with their family seed. Dad, who was balls-deep in my ass, started shooting first. Brady got going down my throat a moment later. I imagined their thick cum meeting somewhere inside my body, mixing together before being absorbed. I loved the idea of both of them dumping gallons of cum into me. As I took their jizz, I blew my own load all over the bed, feeling more thankful than ever to have a brother like Brady.​​