himself awake enough to care. But the person wrapped around him didn’t even grunt as he scrambled out of bed at the words.
“Oh, fuck, Lucas. Don’t let him up here okay?” Kyle said in a voice that was part whisper and all panic. Kevin sat up slowly, trying to focus on his very naked brother as he zipped through the room looking for clothes while Lucas just stared at him with wide eyed shock.
“No, man, I won’t.” Lucas was dressed in just a pair of basketball shorts, his hair stood up as if he’d just woke up as well. “Ah, man, I guess…You two really are together. I don’t know if…” He paused for a while as if he were trying to come up with something to say, or not say, he looked embarrassed.
“It’s fucking hot, listening to you fuck, just so you know. Twins. God. Wish I’d had a twin.” A sly grin stretched their friend’s lips before he ducked out of the room. Good thing he did, because Kyle hurled his shoe at the door.
Kevin’s legs felt like jelly when he tried to stand. He sank back onto the bed and dropped his head into his hands. He couldn’t look at Kyle, not after pushing him into this.
“I’m sorry,” he said scrubbing his face to try and clear the cobwebs from his mind. “This is all my fault.”
“This is all Dad’s fault for being home on a Saturday. Since when is he home on a Saturday? And since when does he care where we are? Son of a bitch is not going to be easy to deal with without Mom here,” Kyle growled as he tossed Kevin his clothing a piece at a time. He’d never heard his brother speak badly of their father before. Shrugging, because it was true, he straightened out the jock that landed in his lap.
“This isn’t mine. This is yours.” He held out the scrap of material, but damn, the urge to hold it to his nose was strong.
“Well, I’m wearing yours and I’m not changing now.” The reply dragged a long groan from Kevin’s lungs just as his shirt came flying at him. “What are you…?” Kyle started to ask, but Kevin leaned back on the bed to show him exactly why he’d groaned. His dick went instantly hard at the thought of his brother wearing his dirty jock. “Don’t tease me like that,” Kyle said breathlessly.
“Can’t help it. You’re wearing my jock. My sweat, my dirty thoughts about you, all soaked into that thing last night and you’re wearing it. Makes me hard just thinking about how it would smell on you. And right now I have this incredible urge to suffocate myself with yours…Or lock the door and throw you on the bed and fuck you hard while you’re wearing my jock,” Kevin said, wadding the underwear up in his fist. He fought hard to keep his eyes on the carpet and not look at his brother to see how his words had affected him. The long low groan from the foot of the bed sent chills down his spine.
“I said don’t tease me,” Kyle said as he walked over, his hand down his shorts. “You made me hard.” He tugged his shorts and the jock down to show Kevin exactly what he was doing. “We can’t go home in this condition, can we?”
“No,” Kevin agreed and palmed his own dick, stroking it hard with the hand he held the wadded up jock in. “We can’t.”
Kyle’s pupils dilated as he jacked himself, his breath gone ragged, his chest heaving as he added a second hand, sliding it down to below the jock straps and between his legs.
“Are you fingering your ass?” Kevin moaned, as Kyle nodded and spread his legs wider to accommodate his hand. “Are you imagining me inside you?” Oh, God, why had he asked that? Kyle’s nod was all the answer he got. His brother’s mouth went slack as his body began to tremble. “Come in my mouth,” Kevin said as he leaned forward to taste the streaming pre-come just as it turned to the real thing.
Kyle gripped his hair, pulling him closer with each thrust until Kevin swallowed everything. Hips flexing, his brother whimpered for more but there wasn’t time. They had maybe seconds
“Oh, fuck, Lucas. Don’t let him up here okay?” Kyle said in a voice that was part whisper and all panic. Kevin sat up slowly, trying to focus on his very naked brother as he zipped through the room looking for clothes while Lucas just stared at him with wide eyed shock.
“No, man, I won’t.” Lucas was dressed in just a pair of basketball shorts, his hair stood up as if he’d just woke up as well. “Ah, man, I guess…You two really are together. I don’t know if…” He paused for a while as if he were trying to come up with something to say, or not say, he looked embarrassed.
“It’s fucking hot, listening to you fuck, just so you know. Twins. God. Wish I’d had a twin.” A sly grin stretched their friend’s lips before he ducked out of the room. Good thing he did, because Kyle hurled his shoe at the door.
Kevin’s legs felt like jelly when he tried to stand. He sank back onto the bed and dropped his head into his hands. He couldn’t look at Kyle, not after pushing him into this.
“I’m sorry,” he said scrubbing his face to try and clear the cobwebs from his mind. “This is all my fault.”
“This is all Dad’s fault for being home on a Saturday. Since when is he home on a Saturday? And since when does he care where we are? Son of a bitch is not going to be easy to deal with without Mom here,” Kyle growled as he tossed Kevin his clothing a piece at a time. He’d never heard his brother speak badly of their father before. Shrugging, because it was true, he straightened out the jock that landed in his lap.
“This isn’t mine. This is yours.” He held out the scrap of material, but damn, the urge to hold it to his nose was strong.
“Well, I’m wearing yours and I’m not changing now.” The reply dragged a long groan from Kevin’s lungs just as his shirt came flying at him. “What are you…?” Kyle started to ask, but Kevin leaned back on the bed to show him exactly why he’d groaned. His dick went instantly hard at the thought of his brother wearing his dirty jock. “Don’t tease me like that,” Kyle said breathlessly.
“Can’t help it. You’re wearing my jock. My sweat, my dirty thoughts about you, all soaked into that thing last night and you’re wearing it. Makes me hard just thinking about how it would smell on you. And right now I have this incredible urge to suffocate myself with yours…Or lock the door and throw you on the bed and fuck you hard while you’re wearing my jock,” Kevin said, wadding the underwear up in his fist. He fought hard to keep his eyes on the carpet and not look at his brother to see how his words had affected him. The long low groan from the foot of the bed sent chills down his spine.
“I said don’t tease me,” Kyle said as he walked over, his hand down his shorts. “You made me hard.” He tugged his shorts and the jock down to show Kevin exactly what he was doing. “We can’t go home in this condition, can we?”
“No,” Kevin agreed and palmed his own dick, stroking it hard with the hand he held the wadded up jock in. “We can’t.”
Kyle’s pupils dilated as he jacked himself, his breath gone ragged, his chest heaving as he added a second hand, sliding it down to below the jock straps and between his legs.
“Are you fingering your ass?” Kevin moaned, as Kyle nodded and spread his legs wider to accommodate his hand. “Are you imagining me inside you?” Oh, God, why had he asked that? Kyle’s nod was all the answer he got. His brother’s mouth went slack as his body began to tremble. “Come in my mouth,” Kevin said as he leaned forward to taste the streaming pre-come just as it turned to the real thing.
Kyle gripped his hair, pulling him closer with each thrust until Kevin swallowed everything. Hips flexing, his brother whimpered for more but there wasn’t time. They had maybe seconds
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