your local weirdo

what do you mean it's 'not a need'? i know you best. i'm your brother. of course you need to be split open by my cock and then left naked and covered in cum, blood, and piss on the sidewalk so everyone else can have a turn with you.

his thighs are clamped together, aching for some friction to soothe his throbbing pussy. even if his mind didn't tell him, his pussy would. it's trained so well.

eventually we get there, walking into the church, little brother seeming to shrink into his clothes due to his timid stature. nobody pays attention to me and little bro as we walk in — our dad is the one they have their eyes on. good. more of my sweet little brother just for me, then.

we find our places somewhere in the list of pews. there's not enough people around us for us to be noticed, thankfully. which means nobody hears little bro's stifled whimper as i push my hand into his pants, palming the mound. he's already soaking, the fabric of his panties wet against my hand. it makes my cock harder, knowing just the thought caused him to be like this.

our father is up there reciting quotes from the bible — his voice only furthered our desperation for each other. it wasn't something we'd admit, at least not to anybody's face. me and little bro? we acted like we were together anyway. only thing that made a difference was that it wasn't socially acceptable for us to kiss and grope each other (in public, anyway). our father, though? he was off limits — too good to be true, even though i know both me and little bro have spent countless nights fucking ourselves to the thought of him joining us.

little bro is staring up at our dad too, with my hands down his pants. i know he's thinking about our father. i can't find it in me to be jealous, despite my usual overwhelming possessiveness when little bro was with anyone else. guess it was just that family type of love.

with a muffled moan, little bro came. i hadn't said a word, neither had i been doing anything except for palming him. pathetic, but not unusual for my weak little brother. it's almost funny, honestly, how easy it would be for anybody to pin him down and take him without even asking — he'd let it happen, too, like the useless mutt he was. this is why i had to take care of him. without me, he'd be lost.

stroking my little brother in my bed as our parents come in and talk to us, him trying to act normal.

stroking my little brother in public bathrooms with my hand covering his mouth as he moans and slobbers on it like a pathetic dumb little mutt.