I was resting my shoulders on the platform now, Jorgen was standing with his cock buried to the base, and Anders was now licking the white gooey mess off his left hand. A moment later and I felt the pull of Jorgen's cock withdrawing. He was still semi-hard, his cock glistening in his own handy work. His hairy chest heaved with deep breaths of completion.
"Better for you?" asked Jorgen to his brother, pointing to my still exposed ass. Anders walked around behind me and started fingering my hole with what remnants of my own cum remained on his hand. His fingers weren't anything compared to the size of Jorgen's cock, but the muscles of my hole twitched with lingering sensitivity.
"Oh, yeah, this'll do," Anders replied. He quickly stripped off his clothes, exposing his hairless and bulging chest, with neat rows of abdominal muscles pointing succinctly down to a trimmed bush of blond pubic hair. A swift, one-handed release of the button left his jeans resting their weight on his cock. "Hey, cuz, turn around and watch this!"
I did what I was told to do and flipped onto my back, my ass resting on the warm puddle of my own cum and my arms propping my torso up to look at the spectacle of my cousin's tight frame. He pointed down towards his crotch to direct my attention. A throb of his cock demonstrated the full girth of his cock. It wasn't average, and I'm pretty sure that it was something I hadn't even really seen in porn before. Another forced throb from his cock, and the jeans loosened and fell to the ground. His cock didn't bounce back up the way mine would have. His cock extended out like a third arm hanging in the wind - easily beating out both me and Jorgen in terms of length. The girth was just as teased for: baseball bat would be the nearest comparison I could think of at the moment. It was the great equaliser in the brotherly competition between Jorgen and Anders, and it explained so much.
He grinned as he twitched his cock in the air one more time and looked towards me. I felt like he was enjoying my stunned silence as a reply to his size. He returned his left hand to his cock, and his hand focused on massaging the smooth head of cock, much like a pitcher rubbing a baseball between his fingers. His hand, still slightly gooey with my cum, left just a little lubrication to his cock. However, he then moved his hand down the shaft - his fingers unable to make a full grip around - and pulled back his foreskin, releasing a smooth, glistening stream of precum down to the floor. He used his right hand to collect the stream in his palm and brought his hands to work as a pair to massage his cock to full mast and cover it in his own precum.
"You're lucky that he leaks like a faucet," Jorgen said, looking to me. "He's always been the biggest and the wettest in the family."
"Yeah, you fucking made fun of me for all those years for the marks I'd leave in my boxers," Anders joked back at his brother; his hands still swiftly moving along in sync with each other to massage his cock. It was now harder than before - the drooping curve was less pronounced and it rose higher into the air than before.
"You ready?" asked Anders while he stroked his cock again. I cleared my throat to reply but realised that he was talking to his brother instead of me when Jorgen moved my arms out from under my back, resting me on the platform, and pulled his long meaty arms down my chest and in between my legs to pull my feet into the air, my ass exposed once again. He positioned himself neatly on top of me, with his knees placed next to my shoulders, my head nuzzled between his muscled thighs. I took in a deep breath of air through my nose and took in my older cousin's musky scent from his spent cock and once again loosely hanging balls, now hovering no more than two inches above my face. His ass was round and firm - honed by years on the farm - and covering in an arousing layer of blond fur. My cock twitched awake with renewed excitement.
"Looks like cousin Peter is getting ready, too," cooed Anders, still milking his cock for more precum. "Good thing, too. Foreplay's fucking overrated." He freed one of his hands to slap my cock awake. It extended further along my stomach, reaching up towards my belly button.
"Thus why I went first: a favour for our favourite cousin," replied Jorgen, with what I presume was a wink to my face buried between his legs. I did notice that his cock was stirring to action once again.