"You know, Jim, I think Hank's turned on by you," Molly said as her brother, Hank, left the apartment, giving me a smile. Molly's my lover and Hank’s her brother. Hank moved in with me and Molly when he came to live in New York a couple of months ago, right after graduating high school. It seemed someone saw him in a high school drama production back in Iowa and thought he had real talent. So the second he got his diploma and turned eighteen, Hank headed for the Big Apple and right away was getting acting gigs, mainly TV commercials. He was a real looker, a lean All-American type, a sort very popular with the ad agencies.
"Turned on by me?" I said, acting surprised. "What do you mean?"
Actually I wasn't all that shocked to hear Molly tell me this. I'd noticed Hank give me the once-over a couple of times, checking me out. I didn't think much of it, figuring him to be straight, but the thought did cross my mind that Hank might've seen something in me he liked. I know, because I’m bi. Once in a while me and Molly hook up with a bi or gay stud and have ourselves a wild threesome.
Molly excitedly urging me on to do the other guy.
"He asks about you all the time," Molly said with a knowing smile, taking a swig of beer. "He wants to know what you and me do, what kind of a cock you got, shit like that. What does that sound like to you?"
"He asks about my
cock?
" I said, a little startled to hear this.
"Uh huh," Molly smirked. "You should’ve seen the look on his face when I told him you got nine thick, hard inches which you sure as shit knew how to use. I even showed him that picture I took of you a couple of weeks ago, with your big cock all hard, sticking out like that."
Molly had taken a photo of me in bed, with my cock erect. But I didn't realize Molly and her brother were so close that they talked openly about my equipment and Molly's sex life with me. And that she showed photos of my cock to Hank!
"But I thought your brother was straight? What about the cute blonde that he's got over here all the time? The actress?"
"What about her?" Molly said. "Just because he's banging that foul little bitch don't mean he can't have a hardon for you."
"No shit," I said, excited to hear this. Because Hank had actually been turning me on a little, which I had a feeling Molly noticed. And I know Molly didn't mind. Molly loves it when she sees me turn on to a stud and craves those times when we invite a stud over and she can watch me put him through the paces with my big dick. Molly's got that fetish, she loves to watch. Now was she telling me all this because she had this fantasy of watching me do her
own brother?
Maybe. One thing about my girlfriend Molly, she's definitely a freak.
"Get this," Molly said, leaning close. "I came home one night last week and heard this strange groaning. And it didn't sound like Debbie. She's a loud one, but it wasn't her. So I tip-toe down the hallway to Hank's room and see he's left the door open. And what do you think they're doing? My brother's down on his elbows and knees with that little blonde cunt right behind him, fucking him up the ass with one of those strap-ons. He was squealing like a pig, loving it. What does that tell you?"
"Tells me he probably likes to get fucked."
"Exactly!" Molly said, his point made. "And if he likes that hunk of rubber so much, what do you think he'd make of the real deal, your meaty nine inches, huh, baby?"
"Sounds like you want to see me fuck him?" I said.
"Shit, I wouldn't mind. It'd be pretty bitchin' , watching you fuck my good-lookin’ brother."
"Damn, Molly, you
are
a freak," I said, slapping her playfully.
"Takes one to know one," she said, running her hand up my thigh.
Then, a week later, one night all of a sudden Debbie, the blond actress, comes storming out of Hank's room yelling, and heads right out the door, slamming it behind her. A few seconds later Hank appeared, bare-footed, wearing only jeans.
"What a bitch!" he sneered.
"She walk out on you?" Molly teased.
"Seems like she's always on the rag or something," he said, then he looked over at me, his eyes lingering, knowing he was shirtless and exposing his perfect, smooth, lean torso. We shared a look whose meaning was unmistakable.
"Well, if your girlfriend split on you, Hank," Molly said. "Maybe you can join me and Jim and have some fun with us, know what I mean?"
"With you two? What are you talking about?” he said, looking puzzled. “You’re my sister, Molly.”
“So? I’m your sister, so what? And what about Jim? Maybe you can get the same thing from him that you get from Debbie. You know, some good, hot loving?”
Molly wasn’t quite letting on that she knew her brother took it up the ass courtesy of Debbie’s strap-on, but she sure was playing him right.
"Yeah, Hank,” Molly purred seductively. “You loved having me tell you all about Jim’s cock. And how about when I showed you that picture? Man, you should’ve seen your eyes.”
Hank looked stunned, and he even blushed a little. But he sure seemed interested.
“Here, check it out in the flesh,” Molly said, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, and pulling it out. The whole thing was making me so instantly aroused that when she pulled it out it was at full mast, nine thick inches sticking straight up for her and her brother’s viewing pleasure. I'm like that. All I have to do is think about it, and my dick gets all stiff right away. Hank stared at it in amazement, and so, of course, did Molly, who always licked her lips at the sight of my shaft, erect and ready for some serious fun.
"Nice, huh?” Molly said to her brother, staring him straight in the eye, a big shit-eating grin on her face. This is just what she wanted, luring Hank into our scene.
"It feels real good, Hank. You should come over here and have yourself a feel," Molly urged her brother. Molly had told me she'd confessed to Hank that sometimes me and her liked to add another stud to the mix. She no doubt mentioned that to get Hank's imagination all stirred up.
Mesmerized, Hank walked the few feet to the couch, dropping to his knees in front of me, reaching up and wrapping his fist around my thick shaft, stroking it sensually, like he knew just how to handle one of these.
"Holy shit, you're so fucking
big!
" Hank said as he stared at it.
"You like 'em big?" I asked. He didn't answer, just blushed again.
“Sure, he loves ‘em big, don’t you, bro?” Molly cackled lustily, unbuckling her own belt and sliding a hand under the crotch of her jeans, under her panties, to finger her pussy. I knew that pussy well, and was certain it was nice and wet! Molly is a total sex freak, and nothing turns her on as much as a scene with me, her and another guy. Especially when the guy isn’t straight, but swings both ways.
Molly stared with mesmerized eyes as Hank fondled my big tool.
"Suck it," she hissed, pressing his face down on it. He didn't need any convincing as his lips opened and he wrapped them around my fat cockhead. That did it. From that first taste, he just went crazy, running his tongue over every one of my nine inches, kissing and licking my cock and my balls before he started sucking my dick in earnest, twisting the shaft in his hand while taking more and more of it in his mouth and down his throat. Either this young stud had himself some experience wolfing down cock, or his girlfriend had given him plenty of practice sucking on her rubber one.
Looking down I could see a big bulge had formed in the crotch of his tight, worn jeans. I reached down and pulled out his cock, as rigid as mine. Molly, of course, noticed.
"Look at you, Hank, I think you like sucking my boyfriend’s dick," Molly said, as Hank stared up at me, his eyes blazing with lust, his mouth filled with cock.
Now Molly got down on her knees next to her brother. The greedy slut couldn't keep away, seeing her brother have me all to himself.
"Let Molly have some now," I told Hank who pulled away and watched Molly go down on me. This is just the kind of freak scene Molly loved, on her knees next to a stud, worshiping my thick, stiff nine inches. Except this time the stud was her own brother!
"Check this out, Hank," Molly said, turning to Hank, as she pushed back on my thighs, exposing more of my butt. Then she slid her hot, wet tongue in my crack and started rimming my ass. The slut loves feeding on my bottom!
Hank watched in amazement as his brother greedily ate out my butthole, giving me a thorough tongue bath down there.
"Want a taste too?" she asked Hank.
"Uh-- sure--" he mumbled as Molly pulled away.
"But first let's get all these off," she said, pulling down my jeans and taking off my shirt. Then Hank and Molly followed suit. Now I looked at Hank's lean, smooth young body, perfect from head to foot, his dick nice and meaty. Molly’s brother had himself a nice one.
"Okay here it is," I said, standing up and reaching back to spread myself open. Hank dropped to his knees behind me and a moment later I could feel his slick tongue digging into my hole. Meanwhile his sister fell to her knees in front of me and started eating up my dick again. What a trip, my girlfriend and her brother, just turned eighteen, down on their knees serving me orally. Now I turned, feeding Hank my cock again, and Molly my ass.
