Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Carl looked at the cards in his hand deciding what to do. After a brief moment, he discarded one and received another. The play then continued around the table with everyone taking their time to make their bets.
When it came back to him, he eyed his older brother, Cam, sitting to his right. Was he bluffing? Did he actually have a good hand this time? Taking the chance, he tossed in more chips and held his hand.
"Fold."
Carl was a little surprised to see his younger brother, Casey, who was seated on his left, toss down his cards and get up from the table.
"My hand sucks," Casey continued. "Anybody else need a beer?"
Carl put in a request for one as did Jake, the brothers' cousin, who sat across the table from him. In the following silence, the sound of their wives' laughter drifted to them from outside. The four couples were at the family cabin for the long holiday weekend and, as often happened, they separated into their own groups after dinner to enjoy the evening without their children.
Meeting Cam's eyes, Carl examined his brother's expression as the man upped the ante. There's no way he had the flush. He had to be bluffing.
"Grab this for me, Carl," Casey said from just behind him.
Carl turned intending to grab a bottle from Casey. Instead, he got a face full of sweaty cock and balls. As he heard the other men howl with laughter around him, he leaned forward, took the lengthy, but soft shaft into his mouth and bit down on it hard enough to get his point across.
"What the fuck?" Casey practically yelled. Surprised by Carl's response he wanted to pull away but the teeth around his dick terrified him into immobility. "Get off me."
Carl pulled off but intentionally scraped his teeth along Casey's sensitive flesh. "I told you if you ever did that shit again I'd bite it off. Nobody wants to see your fucking junk no matter how hung you are."
Of the three brothers, twenty-seven-year-old Casey was the youngest and, with his bright hazel eyes, was unquestionably the most attractive. So much so that the other wives often teased their husbands about running off with him. He stood six feet three inches tall and had a tight, lean body from years of athletic activity. It was no secret that had been blessed with the largest dick because he took almost any chance he had to whip it out.
"I don't believe you put his dick in your mouth," Cam said with a laugh. "So fucking gay."
Carl rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. It's a dick, not love. And I'll call bullshit if you guys say you've never had a dick in your mouth."
The three other men made various sounds of protest but to Carl's ears not only did it all sound hollow, he noticed none of them actually denied his accusation.
Pointing to Jake and Cam he said, "You two were out in the desert just like I was for months at a time." Turning back to Casey, he said, "And you were in a fraternity. I'm sure there was some grab-ass going on when no one was looking. If there's anyone else here who's played with another dick it's you, pretty boy. I'm not going to deny it. After a few weeks, I did stuff with other soldiers that I wouldn't've considered otherwise. Sometimes it was nice to feel a warm body to remind me that I was still alive when one or two of my buddies didn't make it. And, hell yeah, sometimes it was just for fun."
The guys grumbled but didn't protest further.
"Now that I think about it," Carl continued, "the way you're always pulling that thing out reminds me of a few of the guys in the field who would do the same thing when they wanted to mess around but didn't want to ask for it. They'd play around with their junk out for the world to see until someone offered to take care of it so they'd put it away. They always protested but never turned it down. Is that what this is? Need some head? Or are you looking for a piece of ass?"
Casey stared at Carl barely concealing his anger and embarrassment at being called out.
Cam shook his head. "I'm not offering to do shit."
"Me neither," Jake added. "I'm outta this."
Carl continued to taunt his baby brother. "Wife not putting out? Do we need to go talk to her? Or do you just miss the man-sex? If you want me to I'll suck your dick, man, and I'm not ashamed to say it. And I have no problem giving up my ass, too, if that's what you need, little bro."
"Ignoring the fact that he's our brother, you'd take it up the ass?" Cam asked with a mix of surprise and disgust.
"Yeah." Carl shrugged understanding that his brother was surprised because of his masculine appearance and attitude. While Casey turned heads because of his good looks, Carl turned heads because of his size. Of the four of them, Carl was the most muscular from years of working out. Though he didn't compete, his size and definition rivaled that of some professional bodybuilders and he kept his body, as well as his head, shaved smooth to show off his development. His green eyes were dark but were set off with the small gold hoops he wore in each of his ears. An inch shorter than his youngest brother, he dominated any room he was in not through intimidation but with his outgoing personality. "I've done it. Again, I say I bet at least one of you has had a dick in his ass. So what's it gonna be, Casey? Do you wanna use that thing or are you gonna put it away for good?"
Under any other circumstance, Casey knew he probably would have taken a swing at Carl for what he'd said. But his embarrassment demanded that his brother be shamed even more than he was. And to his mind the only way to accomplish that would be to challenge Carl's self-proclaimed comfort about taking a dick. He took a step closer to his brother and said, "You like using that mouth so much, do it. Suck my dick."
With no hesitation, Carl leaned forward and took Casey's dick into his mouth.
"Woah!" Jake exclaimed while Cam laughed uncomfortably.
Ignoring the other men, Casey put his hands on Carl's head and began to hump his swelling dick into his brother's mouth. "You like talking shit? Can't say much now, can you?"
Carl didn't protest what Casey was doing to him. He knew his brother and men like him well enough to know that it was all a show. Intent on antagonizing him further, he began to moan and slurp on the still hardening dick and reached out to massage Casey's balls.
"That's a good idea," Casey said. "Lick my balls, bitch."
As his head was moved to Casey's low hanging sack, Carl took over working Casey's nearly hard dick with a fist. "You might think I don't have much to say, but I can tell you that it looks like you're enjoying this. Maybe I was right, maybe you just wanted some head."
Casey pulled Carl's face into his balls and moved his head back and forth as if he could smother his brother with his scrotum. "Shut the fuck up. You're the one enjoying this shit, ya fucking cocksucker."
"I am." The loose skin pressed to his face muffled Carl's voice. "Been a while since I had a dick in my mouth. Thanks."
"Get off me." Casey pushed Carl away from him and struggled for words. "You...you...sick fucking...fuck."
Carl chuckled and winked an eye. "Finished now? Got it out of your system? Feel like a man now that you've made me suck your dick? Or is your masculinity intact because you didn't want a guy on you who might enjoy it?"
"Shut up before I actually choke you with it."
"We can go back to poker or keep playing this game. But just know I'll win if you keep this shit up. Wouldn't be the first time I've had ten inches in my throat. Hell, I've taken eleven without gagging so your dick, while impressive, will just be an annoyance."
"Fuck you," Casey said as he threw himself into his chair. "Goddamn cocksucker."
Carl shrugged and shuffled the cards. "Sticks and stones, bro."
Jake met Cam's eyes seeing the same uncertain disbelief in them then turned to look at the other two men. "So you're just going to sit there and deal like you didn't just have Casey's cock in your mouth?"
"Yeah," Carl said simply.
When it was obvious that no one had anything else to say, Cam broke the silence. "Okay, then. Guess we'll just let that go."
