“He’s a bitch like you.” That’s how my brother introduced me to his boyfriend. We weren’t going out to grab a bite to eat. There were no introductory talks about life or small talk. We shook hands, and then my brother said that.
It wasn’t long before he had me on my back in my underwear. All of our shirts were off. He shoved his boyfriend’s face down against my bulge and told me to kiss his own hard cock through his boxer briefs.
“I want what’s mine to learn how to play together,” he said as he rubbed his bulge between my lips.
I’d been wondering ever since I heard about Evan if that meant me and my brother were done, if I was meant to move on from all the years of serving him, of taking his cum and piss, of licking his entire body from head to toe.
I guess I got my answer.
Later that night, as a movie played and he sat between us with his arms around our shoulders, my brother said, “In a year, we’ll add one more.” He squeezed my shoulder. “That’ll be your husband.” He squeezed Evan. “And you’ll be mine.” He pushed our faces together until Evan and I made out in front of him.
He pulled us apart. “But all three of you will be owned by me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” we both said. He looked at me, and I corrected myself. Unless he had his dick out, he wasn’t my ‘sir.’ He wanted to be called…
“Yes, big bro.”
“Good boys,” he said. Then he tucked our faces into his armpits.
