Fucked By My Mechanic Brother : Brother Fuckers 15

My brother Judd and I were practically raised as mechanics.  Working in my father’s garage together alone on weekends had strengthened our bond and our rivalry.  Now we tested each other on who was the fastest, but today my brother has an entirely new test for me: how much of him can I fit in my mouth!

I’m not about to let him get the upper-hand.  Read how things quickly get out of control in a bout of sinful, grubby garage lust that sees the pair of us satisfied completely.

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“There,” he said, walking closer and pinching his fingers down around his girth.  “Right there.”

“I still don’t see it.”

Judd huffed and scrambled at his belt, pulling down his jeans and then wrapping his boxer-shorts around his cock and presenting it to me again.

I swallowed hard.  “I don’t see it,” I lied.

He looked into my eyes.  “You can’t?!”

I shrugged.  “Looks like underwear to me.”

He looked back over his shoulders and then again at me.  I knew full well what he was about to do, and I didn’t stop him at all.

Judd shuffled his boxer-shorts down and everything suddenly became very real.  I watched the hair thicken and become coarser and then I saw the unmistakable pink flesh of his cock before he tugged his underwear down further and the entire gorgeous length came springing up out of it.

I turned away quickly, moving a hand to cover my mouth as I laughed in nervous disbelief.

“Look,” he urged, holding it.  “Holly, look!”

I turned back again and angled my eyes down towards it.  There, sat in his hand, was the thickest, most delicious-looking cock I’d ever seen.  Kelly Fitzpatrick was a damned liar.

“See?” he said.

I nodded, holding my hand over my mouth as I watched his throbbing cock sit there, demanding attention.

“Fucking Kelly Fitzpatrick,” Judd said, seeming unperturbed at the fact that he’d just shown his stiff cock to his sister.

He put his cock back in his pants angrily and then moved to pull his jeans up.  Without thinking I moved out a hand to stop him.

“Don’t,” I said.

He stopped in his tracks, confused.  “Holly?”

“Let—let me see it again.”

Judd looked confused.

“Please,” I said, intoxicated by it.  I hadn’t got lucky with a guy in a while.

“You … want to see my dick again?”

I nodded.

Judd moved his hands warily back to his boxer-shorts, pulling his cock back over the waist and leaving it hanging there.  He was now at half-mast, but he still looked impressive.

“It’s not as hard,” he said.

“I can take care of that,” I offered.

“T—take care of—you can …?”

I looked into his eyes and nodded.  Far from scared he seemed excited.  I was too.  We were in dangerous territory, but we were in dangerous territory together.  We could both be brave for each other.

“Do it,” he said finally.  I think he just wanted to see if I would.

I reached down steadily and he let his hands hang at his side, offering himself to me.  Carefully my fingers teased closer and the pair of us looked down as I stroked the tip with one of them.

He took a breath as his cock bounced under my touch, then gradually the bounces lessened until it started to rise in front of us.

I watched as his cock engorged before me, straightening upright and pointing right towards me, as though it demanded more.

“Fuck,” I hushed, and in one quick move I wrapped my hand around it and held him in my grip.

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