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Subject: Easter Service Here’s a story taken from my Tumblr, at a4f101.tumblr/storytime. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr/post/141796185809/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty – look for ‘a4f101′ in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2017. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you’re under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you’re of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it’s changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of fty/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. hoo. Enjoy. ***** As soon as the last of the amens were said, we were up and heading for the doors. Mom was a little pissed that we were skipping the post-service luncheon, but the fact we’d even come to church this morning would have to be enough for her. It was the price we paid to get to do what we really wanted to do. It bought us a couple of hours on our own, if we timed it right, which meant there was no time to waste. We smiled and said our hellos and shook people’s hands on our way out, but we never stopped moving. By the time we were at the first stoplight, Jonas was squeezing the hard bulge running down the inside of his khakis-clad thigh, and I couldn’t help but reach over and give it a squeeze myself. My cock had been kind of on a low hum itself, but the feel of his big young dick throbbing under my palm, separated by a couple thin layers of cotton, turned the hum up to a buzz. “Aw, you fucker,” Jonas groaned, squirming in his seat as I shot him a wicked grin and goosed the throttle, waiting for the light to turn green. “That’s what you’re counting on, right little bro?” I said, as he laid his hand over my own and pushed it down more firmly on the throb of his cockbulge. “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said, and then the light changed and the tires chirped as we shot forward towards home. The kid was all over me as soon as we got through the side door into the kitchen, his mouth open and hungry, breath panting and mixing with mine as I grabbed the back of his shaggy-haired head and fed him my tongue, backing his sexy ass up against the island as he fumbled with my belt with one hand and my bulge with the other. He was making all these sexy, hungry little noises that made my cock tweak as he grabbed at it, and I could’ve happily fucked him right there in the kitchen. Wouldn’t have been the first time. But every second counted, and if the folks came home unexpectedly early, we’d have more time not to get caught upstairs. We cleared the stairs three at a time, Jonas laughing like an excited little kid until I pushed him back against the door to his bedroom and covered his mouth with mine while my hands worked his shirt open. He’d beefed up a little more with spring training, his smooth pecs a little thicker than they’d been at Christmas, his abs chunkier and more defined. I ran my hand over the mostly smooth skin of his torso, palming the rosy nubs of his nips, making them stand up straight as he moaned against my lips and yanked at the buttons of my shirt with one hand, and my pants with the other. “Getting hungry, huh kid?” I said huskily between tongue-plunging kisses, undoing his khakis and tugging down the zipper, then reaching inside to squeeze the hefty hardness of his cock through his boxer briefs. “You know I am, bro,” he moaned, shoving my pants down as I shrugged my shirt off my shoulders. “So quit fuckin’ around, man, and… holy shit!” I grinned as I saw him staring down, eyes wide. Not just at the hard, proud bulge of my cock… but at the white FTL briefs it was trying to escape from. Not my usual thing, hadn’t been for years, but once I’d gotten the idea, I couldn’t shake it. “Dude, are those…” Jonas half-gasped, looking up at me, his eyes all shiny and excited. “Dad’s,” I grinned, nodding, then grunting with surprise as he lunged at me, slamming me back into the bedroom door as he attacked my mouth with his again. I was still trying to shake my shirt off when he dropped to his gaziantep escort knees, eyes big and hungry, licking his lips, but when I tried to push away from the door so I could finish stripping the shirt off, Jonas shook his head determinedly and pushed me right back against it. He grabbed hold of my hips and buried his face in my bulge, grunting with pleasure as he rubbed his lips and chin and cheeks across it. Well, it wasn’t so much my cock he was going for – it was Dad’s briefs, but I was getting all the benefits anyway as he nuzzled on the bulge of my balls and up the hard tent in the fabric, inhaling the deeply embedded scent of Dad. The same way I had when I’d picked them up from the clean laundry basket in the hallway yesterday, groping my fast-growing bulge as my nose and brain sorted through the smell of the detergent and the dryer sheets Mom used, to find that deep-buried aroma. Real faint, sure, but still there, and still as powerful as hell. “So fuckin’ hot, dude,” Jonas moaned, running his baseball-player’s hands over the muscles of my thighs, then dove in again, running his tongue over the stretch of the white fabric, soaking it onto the hot skin of my hard cock underneath. “Yeah, you like Dad’s undies, little bro?” I said, my voice all husky like his. He looked up at me, eyes all big, and made an affirmative sound, his mouth full of my bulge. Fuck, we were a couple of perverts, and it was the hottest god damn thing in the whole world. I let Jonas suck on my cockbulge until the cotton was soaked through, and his mouth tasted dry and cottony when I bent down and slid my tongue into it. Pretty soon it was all moist with spit again, his and mine. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my bulge in Dad’s briefs, and the way he sunk his hand inside his boxer briefs and groped himself as he eyed me up was so lewd and sexy. “Turn around, dude,” he said huskily. I could hear the man in his voice now, something pretty new, all deep and masculine and full of desire. He sounded like me now. He sounded like Dad. I groped myself as I turned around, and barely had time to plant my hands on the door for support before he clapped his hands on the big, rounded muscles of my ass and dove in, burying his face in the cotton-covered cleft with a hungry noise that was part animal and all man. I’d always loved the kid, and even more this past year that we’d been fucking around and exploring this bond we had, but we were getting on a whole new level now, and it was awesome seeing the hungry, manly beast inside of him coming out to play. Bringing out the same beast inside of me. I arched my back and pushed my ass up and out. I knew I had a good one, and I knew he really liked it, just like I liked his. We’d inherited great asses from Dad, of course, along with our height and looks and muscles. A lot to be thankful for, and having Dad’s undies on kind of felt like we had him here with us. Jonas was sure giving thanks, as he munched on my ass through the cotton, grunting as I flexed up the thick muscles hard, giving steel to the round curves of my glutes. Then I felt his thumbs hook in the waistband and tug the briefs down, followed by the soft caress of his lips across the bare skin. “Jakey, I wanna…” he said, that boyishness back in his voice now. I finally yanked my shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it on the floor, then looked over my shoulder at him, reaching back to sink my fingers in his hair. “Fuck yeah, stud,” I murmured. “Go for it, little bro.” He grinned eagerly at me and went for it, pushing the briefs down under my ass and burying his face between my cheeks, tongue first. Shit, maybe it was natural talent, or maybe he’d been practicing since Christmas – and I wanted to know all about it if he had – but he had me leaking almost instantly. My cock was still trapped in Dad’s briefs, pulled down at an angle, and I reached down and groped myself, feeling my precum soaking into Dad’s underwear as Jonas lapped at the skin of my crack, and then zeroed in on my hole and got to work. I was thoroughly soaked back there, and so were Dad’s briefs in front, when Jonas came up for air with a gasp ten minutes later. He took hold of my thighs and pulled suriyeli escort himself up, draping himself over my back as I felt the hard throb of his cock nuzzling up and down my cleft, still encased in his boxer briefs. His lips kissed up my shoulder to the side of my neck as his hands reached around to squeeze my cock through the briefs, making both of us growl. My body responded instinctively, pushing back up against his big young athlete’s form. “Dude… bro… can I…” he panted in my ear, and I turned to feed him my tongue. I knew what he wanted. We hadn’t done this before, not together, not this way. But I wanted it as bad as he did. He wasn’t the only one who’d been practicing new things since Christmas. “Yeah, c’mon and fuck me, little bro,” I grunted, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and manhandled me into the bedroom. He was super excited, and I had to calm him down a little, laying a coat of lube on his thick young dick and showing him how to slick my hole up. We both had one eye on the clock, but I still had to moan and surf the wave of sensation as he carefully rubbed his lubed-up finger inside of me, working my hole over like he was born to it, like I did to him when I sucked his cock or we stroked off together. He was a quick learner, alright, and I was proud as hell of him and the man he was fast becoming. He was gonna blow some minds when he got to college in the fall, for sure. I had Dad’s undies on the bed beside me, all damp with spit and precum. I bunched them up and pushed them up under his nose, watching him inhale and literally quiver all over as he let out another hungry little moan. It was like a red rag to a bull. He clapped his hands on my hips, taking ownership. I arched my back, feeling the air all cool on the lubed-up slickness of my hole, quickly replaced with the heat of my little brother’s cocktip as it pressed up to me. I hadn’t been fucked a lot, but somehow everything just fell into place for us, as he pushed inside of me with a gasp and a grunt, and I felt myself opening up to take him. God damn. Yeah, there was the pressure, and a little bit of pain, but Jonas had a cock perfectly shaped for fucking, just the right length and thickness. Just like me. Just like our Dad did, or so we’d both imagined. Maybe it was all the thoughts of our Dad, imagining him standing by the bed watching us, that made it so good. No, fuck that, *we* were good, and my kid bro was rocking my fucking world and my ass with how good he was. The kind of invisible presence of our father in the bedroom with us was just, like, the cherry on top. Jonas was grunting, groaning, his breath hot over my shoulders as his hips slapped my upturned ass. Something about the shape of his cock was so perfect inside me, the way the fat head of it grazed over my prostate over and over, the way his girth filled me up like he was made to slot inside of me. I could have maybe done this all day. I was already looking forward to coming home again after finals, and seeing how much better he’d gotten by then. Then showing him how well I could fuck too. “You ever jack off with Dad’s undies, dude?” he suddenly panted from above me. “Aw fuck,” I grunted, clutching my cock. “Yeah dude, fuck yeah. Since I was like 15, man. Shooting my fuckin’ cum in our Dad’s shorts.” “Oh fuck yes,” he moaned. “Love it bro. Get `em out of his hamper… wrap `em round my cock… jack a huge fuckin’ load out into `em…” “Yeah, you kinky little fuck?” I growled over my shoulder at him, seeing his eyes alive with lusty fire. “Imagine what it’d be like having him watch you do it, bro… right here on your bed… Dad watching you shoot your load in his shorts…” “Oh dude,” he halfway whimpered, fucking harder, more determinedly. Fuck, I loved how alike we were. I know he saw Dad’s briefs all bunched up in my hand, saw me reaching down to wrap them round my cock, clamped inside my stroking fist… “Imagine if Dad came home from church early, little bro,” I murmured, eyes locking on his. “Imagine if he saw us like this… his sons, fucking each other…” “Aw Jakey!” he wailed, fucking me even faster, as I felt my load churning in my balls, ready to rus escort fire into the damp fabric of Dad’s white briefs. “Imagine if he started to get undressed… his cock all big and hard in his undies, little bro… and climbed in bed with us…” Jonas’ eyes got all wide, and he made this strangled sound I remembered real well from all the times I’d gotten him off since last summer. His hands clutched my hips real tight, his fingers sinking into my flesh almost painfully as all his hot young baseball-stud muscles flexed up real hard all over. The knowledge that my kid bro was unloading his thick cum inside of me like that finally tripped my trigger, and I grunted and clutched Dad’s briefs even tighter around my cock as I started to shoot my load into them. I’d barely gotten to roll onto my back, my cock still twitching, when Jonas straddled my body with his and yanked Dad’s briefs from my hand. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, and I stared at him with lusty amazement as he lapped my still-warm cum from our father’s underwear with a hungry moan. His lips were all pearly with my cum when I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down on top of me, both of us grunting at the solid weight of his big young body hitting mine as we lunged at each other’s mouths and kissed hard, deep and wet. Our tongues were thick with my load as we traded it back and forth, and I could’ve sworn I could almost taste the faint traces of Dad’s scent mixed in there too. But maybe that was just my imagination. Maybe I just tasted like Dad now, now that I was a man myself. Maybe one day I’d get to find out for real. Maybe me and my brother had inherited this kinky side from him, along with everything else. I went to toss Dad’s thoroughly used underwear in the hamper on our way to take a shower together, but Jonas grabbed my wrist. “Hold up,” he said, blushing but grinning that wicked grin of his too. “He won’t notice they’re missing.” “What are you gonna do with `em?” I asked, but I knew real well what he was planning. I already had a real good picture in my mind of him doing it, and it was making my cock plump up all over again. He noticed it, and chuckled as I steered him into the shower stall. “Eh, you know… nothing you wouldn’t do, bro,” he shrugged, shivering a little as I wrapped my arms round him and pulled him under the spray with me, running my hands over the big, sexy muscles of his ass as we leaned into each other to kiss some more. We were playing Xbox when they got home a half-hour later, Mom looking satisfied and full of the Holy Spirit, Dad quiet and tired-looking. He lingered behind the couch, watching us play for a minute. “You guys have fun?” he said. “Yeah Dad,” Jonas said, giving him a smile over his shoulder before turning back to the game. “You should’ve come home with us.” I cut my eyes quickly at him when he said that, feeling my cock twinge inside my underwear, seeing the side of his mouth twitch up in a smirk. “Maybe next time I will,” Dad said. “Got to be a better way to spend Easter Sunday than eating ham with a bunch of Catholic biddies.” He gave each of us a shoulder-squeeze, and the strength of his hand sent a tingle all through me, down to my cock. When he wandered away, heading upstairs to change, I hit Pause and shot Jonas a look. “You little fucker,” I said, but couldn’t help but chuckle at his naughty grin. He looked around, saw we were alone, and tugged down the front of his sweats. This time, it was my turn to gape in surprise. He had on a pair of dark blue Jockey briefs that I knew very well. Dad would definitely recognize them, but I wondered what he would think of the big teenage cock starting to tent inside of them. I couldn’t help but reach over an graze my palm over the bulge, feeling it grow even more. Jonas clamped his hand around my wrist and pulled my hand in deeper, helping me get a really good feel of him in Dad’s briefs. “Yeah dude, go ahead,” he murmured in my ear. “Get `em nice and ready, bro, so you can take `em back to school with you.” “Tonight, little bro,” I growled, buzzing his lips with mine, both of us half-listening to our parents’ footsteps overhead. “I’m gonna make you cum in Dad’s undies, you pervy little fuck.” “Just like you, bro,” he murmured back, flicking his tongue against my lips. “Maybe just like Dad too, huh?” “Fuck yes,” I grunted, and we had just enough time to kiss, hard and wet and hungry. Just enough time until tonight, anyway. Then, we were gonna do a whole lot more.

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