The family lake house smelled like pine and old beer when I showed up. My brother Mark was already there, shirt off, sweat shining on his chest as he hauled wood for the fire. Our cousin Derek pulled in right behind me, duffel bag slung low, that cocky grin he’d had since we were kids. We were all grown now—Mark twenty-four, Derek twenty-six, me twenty-one—but the air still felt thick with the same old shit we never talked about.
Derek dropped his bag and grabbed me first, pulling me into a rough hug that pressed our bodies together a second too long. “Fuck, you got bigger,” he muttered, hand sliding down my back to squeeze my ass once before he let go. Mark watched, eyes dark, already half-hard in his shorts.
We didn’t waste time with small talk. By the time the sun dropped, we were in the back bedroom, door locked, clothes hitting the floor. Mark shoved me onto the bed first, mouth on my neck, teeth scraping. “Been thinking about this since last summer,” he growled, hand wrapping around my cock and stroking hard, no warm-up. Derek stripped fast, thick dick swinging heavy, and climbed up behind Mark, pressing against his ass while he watched Mark jerk me.
“Both of you on your knees,” Derek ordered, voice low and dirty. We did it. Mark and I side by side, mouths open, letting our cousin feed us his cock in turns. He fucked my throat first, deep and steady, then pulled out and gave the same to Mark, spit running down our chins. “Look at you two brothers sharing like good little sluts.”
Mark moaned around Derek’s dick and reached over to grab mine again, stroking in time with the thrusts. I was leaking onto the floor, rock hard from the way Derek talked to us. When he pulled out he pushed Mark down onto his back and told me to sit on his face. Mark’s tongue went straight to my hole, licking and pushing inside while Derek rolled on a condom and lined up behind me.
“Gonna fuck you while your brother eats that ass,” Derek said, voice rough. He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way, making me cry out. Mark kept licking around Derek’s cock as it stretched me, the wet sounds filthy in the quiet room. Every thrust shoved me forward onto Mark’s tongue.
We switched fast after that. Derek pulled out and had Mark flip me onto my stomach, then sank into Mark instead while Mark buried his face between my cheeks again. The bed creaked under us, skin slapping, curses and moans filling the room. Derek reached around and stroked Mark’s cock while he fucked him, making Mark grunt into my hole.
“Switch,” Derek snapped after a few minutes. He yanked Mark off me and shoved him down beside me, then straddled my hips and sank down on my cock without warning. Tight heat swallowed me to the root. Mark jerked himself while he watched, then leaned in and kissed me messy, tongues sliding, tasting each other.
Derek rode me hard, ass clenching, telling us both how good our family cocks felt. Mark moved behind him, spit on his fingers and worked two into Derek’s hole alongside my dick, stretching him wider. Derek groaned loud, pushing back for more. “Fuck yeah, open me up with your brother’s fingers.”
We ended up with Mark on his back, legs spread, Derek fucking him deep while I fed my cock into Mark’s mouth.
Every thrust from Derek made Mark choke and moan around me. I pulled out just long enough to slap my wet dick against his cheek, then pushed back in. Derek reached over and grabbed my balls, tugging them while he pounded Mark.
“Gonna fill your brother up,” Derek warned, voice strained. He slammed in hard a few more times and came with a shout, hips jerking. Mark came right after, untouched, shooting across his own stomach while he sucked me. I pulled out and finished on both their faces, thick ropes landing on tongues and lips.
We stayed tangled for a while after, breathing hard, cum drying on skin. Derek wiped his mouth and grinned. “Same time next weekend?”
Mark laughed low, already half-hard again. “Count on it.”
Outside the window the lake was dark and quiet, but inside the room the three of us kept going until the sun came up, using every hole, every hand, every filthy word we’d been holding back for years.
