Almost done, I swear. But Saturday (let's see, that would have been the 24th of November) was a great day. And I miss my brother, so talking about him helps. Or maybe it just makes me miss him more. I know it makes me wound up.
So I woke up feeling great, because I was lying on top of one of my favorite guys in the whole wide world, Mike. And his cock was hard and it was jutting against my pubis. And I could feel some drying spunk oozing out of me too. It was pretty early, actually, but both Mike and I woke up at nearly exactly the same moment. We looked each other in the eye and smiled sleepily, and then he kissed me and I felt his cock jump against me. I don't know how guys fare, but I've never had a guy who could translate morning wood into actual wood without some help. If they start fucking, sometimes it's weird; they go soft right in the middle of it, and a lot of times they have to pee. I mean, that's what morning wood is, really: insurance against bed wetting.
We didn't do anything for a few minutes, just lay there and savored being warm and wrapped up in one another. And then I had to pee, and I was wondering how long I could hold it when Mike announced that he had to get up, so we both grinned and slowly, petulantly, got up together. It was colder outside the blankets, and my brother grinned and said my nipples were getting hard, and I rubbed them against him. We weren't getting any closer to the bathroom, but finally we both really had to go.
With only one toilet in the house, we were fighting over who would get to go first, and Mike suggested that we both go together. It's something we did a few times when we were kids: I sit on the toilet and Mike aims between my legs. Usually he misses a little, but hey, that's what showers are for, right? So this time he missed a lot, covered my stomach and thighs in piss. I called him a lousy shot, and then he grabbed me off the toilet and told me he would show me how good his aim was. He dragged me over to the shower and told me to kneel there, and he would hit any spot on my body I named. Well, from a few feet away it was a challenge. I had him try to hit my left nipple, and he got it after a little splatter. Then I aimed him at the other nipple, and he switched over without stopping.
I got up and bent over and told him to see how far away he could go and still hit my pussy. My ass got drenched as he tried. Then he ran out of piss. Oh well, easy come, easy go. We turned the shower on to rinse things off, but we didn't break out the soap because I got right in there and started sucking him back to hardness.
About halfway through my preliminary blowjob, there was a knock on the door and Dad barged in without waiting for a reply. I think he expected just me, but when he saw the two of us he was set to leave, but I beckoned him over and started blowing both of them. Sure as shooting Dad excused himself a few minutes later and went to pee in the toilet. I told you I can't get him interested in watersports. Oh well. When he came back, he was raring to go, and I could still taste a little piss on his cock. Neither my father nor my brother are circumcised, but they practice excellent foreskin hygiene.
Mike was ready first, obviously, since he had a head start, and he lay down and pulled my ass to him. I wanted to tell him to just get in there and fuck me, but I know my men are gentlemen. His tongue made it a little difficult to concentrate on giving first-class service, but I tried my hardest and I think I got Dad to his hardest too. He told Mike to cut out the foreplay, then he asked me if I wanted a sandwich. You all should know the answer to that by now.
Mike got up and Dad lay down and I straddled him and sank onto his wonderful meat stick. God, there's nothing like my Dad's cock, really. I love other cocks too, but my Daddy makes me happy. He worked into my a couple of times, then gave Mike the thumbs-up and my brother got behind me and started pressing into my anus. It was harder, not really being lubed up, but frankly at this point we're so good with each other that juice is all we really need in a pinch. I won't say it's not different, maybe even a little more pleasant, with lube, but we love buttfucking in all kinds of different environments. It's tough to lube up in certain circumstances, and if my brother needs my ass, my ass is his.
It had been so long since I had real DP, and I came as Mike inserted, which made Dad chuckle and grind up into me. I could feel the two cocks squeezing that flesh between cunt and anus, which as I may have said is the most under-appreciated erogenous zone in the body, in my opinion. They kept me cumming for a long time, so long I lost track. Then we all settled in for a session of squeeze Lexi. It must be because they're related, but my brother and father can keep up a rhythm with one another like no other guys I've been with. Can you see why I love them?
Eventually Mike tensed up and came, and I felt that one, even though I was cumming too. He'd saved it up all night and blasted me in the colon. When he pulled out I was disappointed, but he reached down and got some fingers into my ass and curled them down to meet Dad's cock, which kept me vibrating. I must have cum four times while they were fucking me together, and I came again before Dad grunted and grabbed my hips and pulled me down to him. I felt that one too, against my womb and strong. It really is a singular feeling, and one which I hope all women get to try at some point.
Once Dad softened and plopped out, along with jizz and juice and water from the shower, I rolled off him and just lay there in the falling water feeling warm and safe. And when Mike got between my legs and then lifted them up to my shoulders, I didn't move a muscle. He pressed into me, and at first I didn't realize he was in my ass again; all penetrations were feeling similar right then. It's not a position we use often for anal, but it was pleasant just lying there. Dad was showering above me, and his cock waggled up and down as he soaped up, and my brother pounded my gaping ass, plumbing my depths until I was just constantly spasming, not really cumming just pleasure running over me. I get like that sometimes, just twitchy when someone's really working me over well.
Mike came in my ass again, and by that time Dad had rinsed off and left without me realizing, I was so wound up in being fucked. My brother started washing me off slowly, sensually, massaging and soaping and all that good stuff. Eventually I started returning the favor and we washed each other off, then rinsed and dried off together. He was hard but not desperate, and I wanted to get out of the bathroom at some point.
Once we were dry we headed downstairs and had breakfast, and by that time it was only a little past noon, so we had loads of time before I had to go to work. At the table I started whispering in my brother's ear that I had a naughty idea, and he was enthusiastic, so once the table was clear I let slip what my idea was.
I told you I thought Mike might be a closet bisexual, and I asked him point blank if he'd like to try a little play on that side of the fence. He didn't immediately run off screaming but I think he thought I meant getting another guy. But when I told him that I wanted to stick some things up his butt, he looked much more enthusiastic. He was going to head down to the rumpus room but I told him that first he needed to clean up a little. We headed up to the bathroom again (note a theme for Saturday?) and he confided that he had really wanted to try something like this for a while, just to see what I felt when he was fucking my ass. I told him I felt great, and he grinned and kissed me and goosed me at the same time.
Once we were back in the bathroom I pulled out my trusty enemas and got all nurse on his ass. I'm not into scat, as I've mentioned, so I won't go into enemas in great detail. Personally I enjoy them, but I use them for cleanliness not as an aid to shitting. The first one made Mike a little uncomfortable and he spent a few minutes on the toilet, but once that was out of the way the next one cleaned him out nicely. He said he enjoyed the sensation of insertion, so I figured he would love the real thing.
The preliminaries taken care of, we started to lube him up properly. He was already hard, and while I was paying attention to his ass his cock pulsed with hardness, bouncing with each beat of his heart. I had him bent over the same bench in the shower where Daddy usually bends me over, and his cock nudged the side of the bench every so often and made him shiver in spite of himself.
When I got a finger into him he tensed up a lot and I had to work hard on not hurting him. But he said he liked it, and was mostly just trying not to cum. Prostate stimulation, you know. I've been the first to do ass play with several people, but this was the first time my brother and I had ever done anything like this. Once I got another finger into him he gasped that he couldn't hold on, and rather than waste him I bent down and managed to keep my fingers up his butt while I held his cock in my mouth. When he came it was strong, and his anus forced both of my fingers out of him.
It's been my experience, though, that boy or girl, after cumming, the anal ring becomes much more relaxed, so I didn't give him time to tense back up again, but pushed my fingers back into his butt. He moaned, which is odd for my brother. And if I'm lying may lightning strike a homeless person I don't like (not good to tempt fate) but he started to harden up again almost immediately.
I could go on, but suffice to say that eventually I judged that he was ready for something other than my fingers, so I pulled out one of my trusty buttplugs and crammed it as nicely as I could into his ass. I tell you, if you've never seen an asshole take a foreign object, you need to try it out. And a buttplug is so sexy going in too, in either a guy or a gal's ass. It forces its way in, but then suddenly the widest point stretches the anus out and it gets sucked in until there's nothing showing but the base. Mike moaned again at that.
And then I told him he had to wear it for a while. I don't think he wanted to do anything other than lie there, but eventually he had to get up, and he walked around like he was suffering from a severe case of Montezuma's Revenge. It was pretty funny, and I wish I had pictures.
I had to get ready for work by then, which should tell you how long we spent working out his ass. And that's how long it takes, buckaroos. If you think you can just slam your cock into someone's ass without doing serious preparation, you're in for a bad time. Anyway, I went to work just glowing at the thought of Mike wandering around our house with the plug in his ass, and I have to admit that when I had a spare moment and a quiet space I tickled myself unmercifully. Now I wish I'd worn a buttplug too for solidarity, but I don't think it would have worked. In my pants, they're usually fairly obvious.
I couldn't wait to get home and of course that was the evening when I couldn't just pick up and leave immediately. Still, I managed to hold out until I got through the door, but on the way home I actually started to cry because I knew that Mike had to leave the next morning and I wouldn't get to see much of him. But when I walked through the door he greeted me with a hug and a kiss and a helping hand with my clothes, and once we were naked he said he had to cum inside me right way because it was killing him to hold it in. Every move he made was driving him wild. I think he really was made for buttplugs.
Well I'll say this in opposition to Mike and anal toys: they ruin his stamina. I'm sure he'll get over that after a while, but he barely got started before he tensed and came. But it was a really strong cum, so strong it forced its way out of my cunt. And he made a lot more noise than he usually does, because I guess the plug was really tight when he came. He apologized, and I said he could make it up to me in a few minutes. I went and got a drink, and sure enough, by the time I got back, he was starting to harden again.
This time was slower and less urgent, face to face and kissing on the floor of the living room. It was still urgent enough for us to just drop to the floor though, and that was largely my fault because I was just dying to cum. When I finally did it was a big one, pent up and juicy. Mike just kept thrusting into my spasming, well-used cunny, trying to keep me rolling as long as he could. He tweaked my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other and then pressed down against my pelvis right above my pussy with a hand as he slammed his cock up into it. It was a teeth-rattling cum, that one, and right as it was ending he couldn't hold on any longer and came again.
Once we began breathing semi-normally again I had pity on the poor guy and offered to take out the plug, and he just bent over in front of me. I pulled it out and was going to put it in the wash, but first I had to stare with arousal as my brother's stretched anus slowly closed again. He said the next day that he had no problem shitting, and I could have probably seen directly into his stomach, the way it gaped. I think maybe I started with one which was a little too large. But there was no blood and if there was pain, he didn't complain. Pulling it out made me horny again, and it must have woken him up a little too, because after I got the plug in the wash we went upstairs and he lay me back on the bed and made love to me slowly and surely until we both came and then fell asleep. It's not a bad way to end the day, let me tell you.
The next morning (nearly done, I promise) he was up first, peed and came back to bed to say goodbye. I didn't have to wake up for a few hours more, but he had to leave, so I rolled over and poked my butt in the air just slightly and invited him to choose a hole. He chose wisely, which was good because without him (this was before James) I wasn't getting any anal loving. Sleeping fucking is wild, like it's part dream and part reality. He must have lubed me up because it was easy insertion, although maybe it was just the workout my ass had gotten the previous day, or maybe sleep made me relax completely. I know I came at least once that I can remember, and I dreamed about cumming too so probably more than once. I didn't feel him stop fucking me, but when I finally woke up completely he had already left and there was a buttplug in my ass holding his load inside me.
And you know something? I kept the plug in the entire day, even going to work in a skirt so I could get away with it. I just wanted to have his cum inside me as long as possible. I fell asleep with it still in my butt. I miss you, bro.
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