Page 5 of Spread Wider for Uncle

“The other hand, sweetheart,” I demanded roughly.

And she did exactly what I wanted.

She mewled and leaned back even more, spreading her legs wider for us. “This hurts, Uncle Aiden.”

I pumped my fist over my cock faster. I saw Kyle do the same.

“I don’t think Daddy would like knowing what you’re forcing his little girl to do.”

I groaned a little too loudly, but it matched my twin’s.

“My brother likes it, sweetheart. He likes watching you degrade yourself for our pleasure.”

“I’ve been so horny for the both of you for so long now. All my little pussy wants is to be filled with your big dicks. I want to feel nice and full.”

Kyle didn’t say a word as he moved to the bed, right in front of her splayed thighs, and pointed his cock at her cunt.

“This is wrong.” He crooked a finger for her to come closer. “But I’ve never felt anything better.” And when my brother looked at me, and I saw something severe in his expression. I knew. I knew what he wanted.

I needed that, too.

When I stared at Kyle’s cock, my mouth watered, remembering the dirty things the two of us used to do when we were kids...things we never spoke about after we’d done them.

This whole notion of being attracted to family wasn’t new to me. Phoebe wasn’t the first blood relative I desired. I’d wanted her father first.

“Fuck,” Kyle said when he was right there with me, remembering what we’d done as teenagers. “This is so fucked up even for us.”

I chuckled at the faux shock in my brother’s voice.

I didn’t miss the way Kyle’s gaze moved from my face to my fist stroking my cock. I wanted to play with my twin, too.

“So, you’re telling me the idea of your twin fucking your ass while you order your little girl to do all the dirty things you want doesn’t drive you insane and make you want to come?”

He looks back at Phoebe, who still has both fists wedged in her pussy. I noticed the lube sitting on the bedside table and wondered how much she’d used to get herself good and juicy.

“That’s my daughter,” Kyle whispered, shaking his head as if hoping the lustful ideas centered on Phoebe could be cast out.

“And I was your brother, but it was the best fucking I’d ever had, and nothing has ever come close since.” But I knew being with Phoebe would bring everything full circle. “If you really want to be logistical about it, you're far more related to me than you are to her.”

Kyle froze, his gaze swinging back to look at me. In that moment, I could see the various emotions flashing in his eyes: pain, regret, anger, desire, and lust. I knew at that moment Kyle would bend because he always did. Because he wanted this just as much as I did.

We were all fucked up, but we were fucked up with each other.

He’d spent his life denying what he wanted because it was wrong. And we knew it was. But we couldn't stop how we felt.

But his carnal need would rise again just like it did when we were in our parents' basement at nineteen years old.

“Don’t deny the truth, Kyle. Don't fight how you feel. If you hadn’t gotten his ex?—

Phoebe’s mom--pregnant when you were twenty, we never would have stopped fucking each other. Hell, I still wanted to bang all those years, but you’d insisted on trying things out with her and creating a family.”

And I couldn't fault him for that. Kyle was a good guy. He did the right thing when it counted. But we were all adults, and we all wanted this. There was no need to fight it.

I moved closer, so I stood right before him. Kyle took in a sharp breath when I reached out and gripped his cock. Phoebe moaned as she watched.

“You can deny it all you want, Brother, but your cock won’t corroborate your lies. You want this. All of this.” I ran my thumb over the cockhead and lubed up the tip with his pre-cum. “You want me to fuck your tight, little ass while you tongue your sweet girl’s wet cunt.”

He groaned, and his eyes rolled back in his head as I moved close enough that I gripped both of our dicks in my one hand and jerked us off together.

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