How many nights this week were those boys gonna keep me up? Between the thunderstorm raging outside and the Call Of Duty storm raging in the family room, it was just too much noise. It was the first week that both my sons, Derek and Philip, were home from college and my wife's much younger brother Blake decided to come over and hang with his nephews and play video games until all hours of the night.
Blake was 25, still bouncing from job to job while living with my mother-in-law. He had grown up more like an older brother to my boys than an uncle, although they liked to tease him about being their "lil' baby uncle Blake."
Derek was a junior at an out of state private college while Philip, always a mama's boy, had stayed local but seemed to be partying almost as much as studying. As much as I'd missed my boys, and I knew they missed their uncle, I needed sleep. Reaching for my phone, I decided to text Blake and tell him to be the adult and get things quiet down there or head home.
Soon after, I heard the buzz of a text alert.
U got something to shut my mouth, bro
I pinched my temples and sighed. Ever since his 21st birthday, where I made to mistake of trying to match the birthday boy shot for shot, Blake loved to remind of the drunken makeout session we'd had. Hell, it was more than making out. I'd stuffed his ass like a Christmas turkey then blew my load in his eager mouth. My wife, of course, had no idea.
Feeling every minute of my forty-odd years, I sat up in bed. The sheet slid away from the chest, dark with curly hairs, and barely covered my white briefs. Despite the lateness of the hour, my cock had sprung to life at the reminder of the countless nights over the last four years that Blake had teased me until I gave into his oral skills.
ur sis is out of town
if it'll let me sleep get your ass up here
While I waited, I dug out the hidden stash of condoms I'd purchased for just such occasions then laid back in anticipation. Doing my own laundry had its perks, Becky never had a reason to go through my drawers.
After received a peach and eggplant emoji followed by a blurry hole pic, I knew the sounds of footsteps belonged to my young brother-in-law.
"Hey daddy," he drawled as he entered the bedroom. His backwards SnapBack cap barely contained a mass of dirty blonde curls. His thick lips curled into a smirk as he removed the hat and his teeshirt in two quick moves.
Whenever the lightening lit up the bedroom and sans shirt, I could admire his masculine body. Before Blake, I never knew how seductive pecs covered in light hair and a thick but firm waist could be.
Blake leaned over for a kiss, his finger tips lightly grazing my hard member through the ribbed cotton of my underwear. Electricity shot through me and I pulled him on top of me. He straddled my waist, grinding his still clothed ass against my straining briefs.
Sliding one hand under his waistband, I yanked his own firm member free. Blake moaned into my chest as I stroked him. His tongue darted out and licked one of my nipples while one hand tweaked the other.
"Boy, we don't have all night," I growled in spite of myself. I didn't want him to stop but the whole point of giving in was so I could get some rest. I barely caught a glimpse of his wicked grin before he slid down the length of my torso and pulled my cock free. He quickly lower his wet lips onto it.
That was it. That was what I needed. I didn't care we were in the bed I share with my wife, his sister. "Sucking my dick" doesn't even begin to describe it. His tongue swirled around my head, wet fingers lightly probed to entrance to my man cave and his lips wrapped themselves around the shaft like they were the portal to heaven.
The rush of orgasm flooded my sense as I poured my spunk down Blake's eager throat. For a second I felt bad having came before he had even gotten fully undressed but Blake's moan of pleasure as he swallowed reassured me.
"You need to get yours," I said, voice husky with satisfaction.
"Oh, I will, daddy."
Blake yanked his shorts and underwear down and waved his soft, round ass in my face. I gave it a playful smack and kissed one cheek.
That was all the invitation he needed. He spread his cheeks slightly and gently lower his crack onto my tongue. The earthy, tangy flavor had me entranced. I grabbed his waist as I licked his hot little hole. I could feel his hands move to his dick and he jacked off in tandem with my penetrating tongue.
The combination of grunts and the way his anus constricted let me know he was close. I licked my index finger and slid it into his spit-slicked tunnel. He shuddered as I felt his ejaculation splatter onto my chest.
"Mind if I crash here? I'm too tired to drive." Without waiting for an answer, he rolled over onto the empty pillow and pulled the sheet over his naked body. What the hell? Maybe I can get a second round in the morning before work.
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The next morning I awoke to all hell breaking loose. First, Blake was in the shower and Derek and Phillip were making a racket in the kitchen. I turned on my phone to find that the storm had flooded the entrance of our development as well as the basement of my office building. After a flurry of texts with the office manager, I was told to work from home today.
I pulled on a robe and padded down to the kitchen. Derek stood in just a pair of basketball shorts, scrambling eggs. From behind, he looked a lot like his Uncle Blake. Big round butt, firm shoulders and a mop of curls. I could tell he'd been working out while at school, and probably tanning a little as well. The sun-darkened skin made his blonde hair look even blonder.
He walked over to the kitchen table and set a plate of eggs down in front of Phillip.
Phillip looked more like me at his age, stocky with dark hair all over his body. He was also shirtless and looked up at his big brother with a smile of thanks. As Derek walked away, little bro gave him a smack on his ass. Even under the polyester, I could see his cheek jiggle.
I startled. Why was I looking at my own son's butt? And why were my sons comfortable smacking each other's butts?
Shaking my head, I stopped worrying about it. Everybody has a butt, even my sons.
Derek greeted me with a "'sup, Dad?" as I walked into the room. I took the offered plate of eggs as I explained the weather-related work situation.
"Oh, and I think your Uncle Blake stayed the night."
"Yeah he did!" Phillip said with a weird smirk.
"I made enough eggs for him, too," Derek added.