Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers - Sex Stories

Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers

Nick and Marshall – A Tale of Two Brothers (m/m, incest, rape, violence, white socks) Marshall thrust forward one last time, grunting as he blasted his cum deep inside his little brother's ass. He let his weight rest on Nick's back while he came down from his orgasm. He softly kissed Nick's neck and nibbled at his ear as he ground his semi-hard cock deep into his brother's asshole. Nick whimpered and moved his head away from Marshall's lips. His eyes were clenched shut. His jaw ached from being forced open by his white Nike tube socks. Marshall had crammed them into his mouth to keep him from screaming while Marshall raped him.... again. Marshall finally pulled out of his little brother's cute, tight, white ass. He stood up, walked to the front of the bed, and untied Nick's wrists from the headboard. His eyes travelled hungrily down his little brother's body, from the smooth, fine features of his face to the ropes that still bound his ankles to the bed. Nick was such a good looking kid! Barely fifteen, he had a surfer’s build and tan. Nick's athletic form was gorgeous, even tensed up and covered in sweat from the ordeal Marshall had just put him through. After untying Nick’s ankles, Marshall walked over to Nick’s computer desk. He sat down in the chair, reached out and turned off the webcam. He quickly saved the video he had made to a flash drive and slipped the drive into his jeans, which were lying on the floor next to the desk. Then he leaned back in the chair and spun ...

... around to face Nick’s bed. “Nick, quit whining. Sit up and get your ass over here. You know we’re not done yet.” Rolling awkwardly onto his back, Nick sat up stiffly. He untied the cord holding his sock gag in place and pulled his tube socks out of his mouth. He worked his jaw a bit before pulling the white Nike socks back over his feet. He bent over and grabbed his white cotton briefs off of the floor and slipped them on before sliding off the bed and crawling to where Marshall sat in the chair. Marshall patted Nick on the head and ruffled his hair. He smiled down at Nick and said, “Good dog, Nicky. You know what to do now.” Nick lay down on his back at his older brother’s feet. He reached out to Marshall’s right leg and began rubbing along the fabric of Marshall’s white Nike ankle socks. Grasping Marshall’s foot, he brought it to his mouth, where he began to softly lick the cotton covered sole, sides and toes of his older brother’s socks. Marshall stared down at Nick, enjoying both the feeling of having his socks licked and the sight of his arrogant prick of a little brother doing it. Lifting his left foot up, he set it down on Nick’s crotch and began to slide it back and forth over the Y-front of Nick’s white Fruit of the Loom briefs. He increased the pressure slightly as Nick began sucking on the toes of his socked right foot. “God that feels good,” Marshall murmured as he watched Nick’s head bobbing on his sock. The warmth of Nick’s saliva, the pressure of his tongue on the ...