tiffany

I'm into fauxcest but more of the dad/son kind not really the sib kind. Ur blog is hot as hell though. Hello all the anons, y'all are adorable

“How many fingers does momma have inside you now baby?”

“Mmm two!”

His big brother is aware of this and decides to help him by guiding him to his room and pulling down his pants to reveal his hard cock

"C'mon, kiddo—describe it," his older brother whispers, stroking the younger one's hair before giving him a slap to prompt an answer

"...Big, it's big," he says shyly. "It looks nice... and delicious" he continues. "And I want to put it... in my mouth" His voice grows a bit husky; he had never spoken so much in such a short span of time

And as for that adorable desire? Well, he needn't worry— his big brother is going to fulfill it, just for him!

Mikey walks past Gerard’s door and he heard… something. It was pretty late at night, and Gerard was a night owl so that was pretty common to hear something coming from his room. But this… this was different.

“mphh~” he voice all but called to him, to Mikey.

Oh.

Oh.

Mikey’s not a creep, he truly isn’t. But his cock had other plans than to save him from the embarrassment. No one was looking. No one was judging. And Mikey hadn’t been laid in fucking months. So what does poor Micheal do? He shoves his hands down his pants and starts touching himself to Gerard’s moans.

If he tried really hard, he could imagine he’s a girl. But his cock gets soft every time he tries, so he keeps his mind on the man behind the door. Hes pushed himself to the door now, his ear right up to the wood. The moans are pouring out like some fucked up symphony, a symphony made for Mikey’s cock. Finally, Mikey was cumming in his fist, hard and fast. He breathed out a sigh and with wobbly legs walked up to the bathroom.

There was no problems, really. Didn’t get caught, no one saw or heard. But the next morning over a groggy bowl of cereal, Mikey looked up and saw Gerard fixing himself a pot of coffee. Mikey quickly looked back down to keep his cheeks from heating up.

“So, anything eventful happen last night?” Gerard started clicking his tongue.

“Uh.. nah. Nah just read. Yeah.” Mikey sputtered out, stuffing another mouthful of Honey Nut Cheerios in his mouth.

“That’s cool that’s cool.. swear somethin happened last night. Kept hearing something right outside my door. ‘S that you? at first I thought it was some kind of rat but rats don’t usually make moaning noises and or can speak English.” Gerard said, going up to squeeze Mikey’s shoulder before walking out of the kitchen.

so big bro walks back into little bro’s room and, after a little bit of a struggle, snatches the still unlocked phone out of his hands, confused when it isn’t porn. it’s a picture in little bro’s camera roll, accompanied by others like it, in his hidden folder. all the photos are dark, literally. it’s difficult to make out what they’re of. so, while little bro screams for him to stop and does his best to cover his beet-red face with his little hands, big bro turns the brightness up and squints and realizes.. they’re of him. his hair, his pajama pants, his bed.

it’s nothing incriminating, barely even suggestive. just big bro sleeping in his bed, maybe a few shots focused a bit too much on his hips to be totally innocent. he looks up at his little brother, tears streaming down his face in embarrassment, already stuttering out a shitty explanation.

“wuh—when you were taking m-my phone from me my camera roll opened and,—“

he wipes the snot from his face.

“i-i wasn’t touching myself to the pictures of you, big bro, honest.”

it’s almost too pathetic. his face all red and round cheeks wet from crying. and all because his big brother found out his dirty little secret.

“were you really too much of a pussy to take my clothes off? settled for these instead?”

little bro looks up, frozen for a second. how can you even respond to that? the worst part, little bro thinks, is how unaffected big bro sounds. it’d be better if he were angry. a lot better. then, big bro would just beat the shit out of him like he always does and then threaten to tell their parents to keep little bro quiet. this is much worse. this cold, calculated consideration as he scrolls through the pictures.

“yknow, you could’ve just asked.”

big bro says this way too casually. this has to be some sort of trap. no way in hell it isn’t.

“h-huh??”

little bro watches as big bro lifts the front of his shirt and holds his baby brother’s phone out in front of himself, taking a few pictures from that angle.

“this is what you want, right? some material of your big brother for you to perv out to? you can just admit it, i won’t be mad.”

then, he tugs the waistband of his sweats away from his body, purposefully obscuring the sight from his little brother’s view, and snaps a few pictures of his half-hard cock. he takes a few more, one of him from behind with his shirt tugged up, revealing his torso, one of his open mouth, because, “i know you’re a weird little freak about that,” and then hands it back to his little brother like it was the most normal thing in the world.