It's Not Gay if it's Your Brother

Merry Christmas! 

Nick was chilling on his back porch with Justin. The two were sitting on lawn chairs, trying to find something on their phone to kill the boredom that was currently eating away at their young, budding minds. The two were wearing basketball shorts, Nick's a nice shade of green that matched his eyes, Justin's a grey pair that looked old, but still fit him as well as you'd hope. Nick had on a bright red shirt, and Justin a comforting blue.

"Hey, bro. D'you know that girl who comes by to Football practice sometimes?" Justin asked, still staring at his phone.

"Uhhh... black girl, short hair... bored face, great ass?" Nick replied without much thought.

"Yeah. You think she has a boyfriend?" Justin asked.

"Maybe. Not that it matters..."

"What do you mean, not that it matters?" Justin asked looking up from his phone.

"I mean... it doesn't really matter. If you like her, go for her."

"But like... if she has a boyfriend-"

"Then you make her want you instead." Nick said looking up. "Girls want to feel special, like they matter. Think of her like a trophy, you gotta win her if you want her." Nick simplified, explaining his perspective.

Justin gave it some thought. "But like..."

"No buts dude, don't be a pussy."

Justin grimaced and shook his head. "I don't know man..."

Just then, the door opened. Paul walked out shirtless, and it an exceptional mood. He was wearing sweats and an excited smile.

"What are you two dweebs doing, sitting and doing nothing out here? Come on, I wanna do something!" Paul exclaimed.

"Hey Paul! What do you have in mind?" Justin asked.

"Don't know, don't care. I'm bubbly, I wanna do something! Nick!" Paul said, turning to his twin. The two shared the same shade of green eyes and same jet black hair. Nick's hair was a little bit shorter, as he cut his more recently.

"Whaaat?" Nick replied, still focused on his phone.

Paul shuffled his hands about, and playfully jabbed Nick's shoulder.

"Fight me bitch." Paul said blankly, moving his hands to his face, like a boxer.

Nick looked up at his brother with a raised eye. "You what?"

"Fight me!" Paul said, shifting around, dodging imaginary telegraphed punches. "Come on, let me school you in front of the star of the football team!"

Justin laughed, and sat all the way back in the lawn chair his firm ass was placed on. He raised his strong arms over his a week away from shaggy dark blond hair and raised a toned leg up, getting comfortable. "You heard that Nick? Star of the Football Team."

"You are not the star of the football team." Nick said bluntly, getting up from his chair.

"Nick, Justin is the quarterback, he has the most passing yards in the entire league. And he's a sexy beast. He's the star." Paul replied, staring right at Nick who was in front of him.

To the side of them, Justin spoke with confidence. "Yeah, peasant. EnterTAIN me."

Nick turned to Justin, who's shit eating smile was obnoxious and charming in equal measure. Nick nodded his head and forced a smile. He walked up, bent the knee, and bowed his head, while keeping his eyes on the 'star of the football team.'

"Of course, your majesty. You and your royal jewels are all that matter to me."

His majesty cocked his handsome square face. "My 'royal jewels'? What ar-"

Nick quickly rocketed his right palm into the king's royal pouch, and grabbed the large jewels that are so central to the king's reign.

"AIYEOOO" Justin hollered out as he sprang forward and grabbed onto Nick's determined wrist.

"These jewels! I know how important they are, and it's my duty to keep them safe from the outside world!" Nick said tightening his grip, making sure nothing gets to the royal jewels.

The king squealed with misty eyes and began to mouth an empty cry.

"Looks like you got a firm grip on his highness's balls, haha." Paul laughed, enjoying his hot friend be put in such a predicament.

"Sir, am I hurting you?" Nick asked mockingly, tilting his head.

Justin nodded furiously.

"Does it hurt when I dooo this!" Nick asked as he twisted his wrist. Justin hacked and began to flop in the lawn chair.

"Oh... I think it does." Nick said blankly, as he turned to his twin.

"Yeah, I'm getting the same feeling too." Paul replied with a grin.

"Your majesty, would you like it if I let go of your royal jewels?" Nick asked your majesty.

Your majesty nodded aggressiely as he stared at his eyelids, hoping he'd find relief.

"I beg your pardon, but this peasant isn't smart enough to understand without being told what to do." Nick said sarcastically, which garnered a joyous roar out of his brother.

"Please, my balls. Let go, your crushing them..." Justin croaked out in agony.

Nick let go and Justin curled in and lied on the fetal position on the lawn chair. His medium length dirty blond hair covered his eyes, but agony was still obvious on the rest of his handsome, almost perfect face.

"Sorry my king, but I'm only a peasant. I had no idea how sensitive the royal jewels were. Please forgive me." Nick said with a smile, which was obviously condescending, but still warm to look at.

Justin groaned and shifted his body an inch "mmm... fuck you..."

Paul and Nick laughed aloud. Busting Justin was something both brothers loved to do, and they never grew tired of it. It's so easy and fun to do, it's almost like Justin's asking for it. Stupid sexy Justin.

"Oh man... Justin's great to have around. Never a dull moment." Nick said after his laughter calmed.

"Oh, I'm sure Justin's feeling the worst kind of dull right now, haha!" Paul said, getting Nick to laugh with him.

"Haha, you got that right..."

The twins enjoyed the moment, but quickly grew a desire to do more. The two looked into their shared eyes and didn't need to utter any words. They both felt it, and knew the other did too.

They threw their hands at each other and embraced one other with open arms, both trying to force the other to acquaint themselves with the concrete porch below.

Nick had the upper hand early on and was able to drag Paul to the floor. Paul's naked upper body hit the concrete harshly, but he was okay. Paul's mind was focused on figuring out how to out maneuver his twin.

Nick had Paul's head in a lock, and tightened his biceps, exerting pressure on his brothers head. Nick knew if it was a battle of strength and endurance, he would win easily. He had no doubts, so he tried to keep to his strengths.

Paul struggled and tried to create space to breathe. He shifted his head around tried to stick his hand between his brother and his own head. Eventually, he felt himself about to be free, but Nick shifted around and tried to change into a stronger grip. Paul was quick enough to realise before he was trapped and sent a headbutt to his brothers neck, which although not exactly a shockwave of pain, pushed Nick back and allowed Paul to get back to his feet and take control.

Nick tried to stammer to his feet, but Paul threw his knee into his brothers side, causing Nick to grunt and fall back to the floor. He held his side with a grimace, and Paul sent a fist to Nick's hard stomach, winding him.

"OOOFF" was the noise Nick made when he lost his breath. Paul wrapped his arm around Nick's neck and firmly held the advantage.

Paul kept the pressure on, and rolled into a better position. One with his legs spread and ass high, trying to pressure down on his brother. Nick grabbed at Paul's arm around his neck and came to realize that this is a position he'd prefer not to be in. Breathing shouldn't be as difficult as it is. Nick tried to grab something, but his brother had no shirt on and Nick's arms were too far to grab something that would turn the tide.

Justin started paying attention by now. A hand was still holding his large testicles, but his dark blue eyes were watching the twins going at it not too far from him. He sat up, and started to become invested in the scenario.

Nick turned his lower body in, his body parallel to Paul's. Paul was above, and was caught off guard. He still had Nick's head in a lock, but realized he didn't have the advantage anymore. Before Paul could re-position, Nick raised his feet and pushed them into his brother's toned abdomen and flipped him over.

Paul tried to grabbed onto his brother's shirt as he flipped over, and hit the floor behind with a thud.

"OH!" Justin cried out as he moved a hand to his mouth.

Paul held onto his brothers shirt, pulling it over his head. Nick quickly crawled out of his red shirt, and now stood up in green shorts and no shirt on. Paul threw the shirt to the side, and grunted as he rolled over.

"Wait, wait... let's do this on the grass. That flip kinda hurt..." Paul said, holding his back and standing up.

"Fine... pussy." Nick said taunting his brother.

Paul smirked and shook his head.

"Oooo... you gonna take that Paul?" Justin said, reminding the twins that he's there.

Paul glared at Justin and gave him a middle finger. Justin laughed and stood up, cringing with a hand holding his huge manhood as he did so.

Paul turned around and walked down to the grass of the yard with a red mark on his back where it met the harsh pavement and stretched his arms out. He turned around just as his brother set foot on the grass. Paul jogged around and stretched himself out, waiting for Nick to appear ready.

The two shirtless twins began to circle each other, both waiting for their other half to force a move out of themselves. Paul ran a hand through his hair and held a smirk. Nick used a hand to rearrange his manhood, which was beginning sticking wetly to his tight briefs underneath.

This wasn't uncommon, the two brother's competing with each other. Both think they got the good half of the egg and are always willing to prove it. Both thought they were the better, the more dominant of the two. They are always more than happy to prove it in whatever way they can. A fight is just one of their preferred paths to take to establish themselves as the alpha-twin.

Justin took a seat on the steps with a hand massaging his bare balls beneath his shorts. His eyes were focused on the twins, and they at the same time, seemingly both of the same mindset, ran at each other and embraced in an attempt to prove themselves as the dominant sibling.

Paul had his head wrapped tightly under Nick's arm, and grabbed his brothers thighs, lifted him as best as he could and slammed him to the floor beneath. Nick held his hold through the slam, through a grunt and slight winding. This was nothing his young toned body hadn't felt to this point.

Nick turned his arms and body, keeping Paul's head trapped but moving himself to a dominant position. Paul threw his fists into his brothers sides, trying to weaken him.

Nick caught a fist with his free hand and trapped both the arm and Paul's head in a lock as he raised his lower body and threw a knee into Paul's strong 6 pack. Paul grunted and brought a free hand to his stomach. Nick threw another knee, but this one was a bit higher, winding Paul. Paul gasped as his breath was lost.

Nick pulled back and stood up, dragging Paul up with him. Paul quickly grew tired of getting his head squeezed, and as soon as found the opportunity, he capitalized.

Nick had both his head and left arm trapped under his pungent pit, and both were on their feet. Paul's free hand was holding onto brothers bare shin. Paul pulled that hand over between Nick's legs, tightened his fist and drove it straight up into Nick's pelvis, flattening his twin's testicles like pancakes.

"OOOOFFF!" Nick cried out as he felt his balls get attacked. His eyes bulged and he brought both hands in, letting Paul go. Nick fell to a knee and glared forward in a pained daze.

"HA! That's what you GET!" Justin cried out, pleased with the retribution.

Paul enjoyed the feeling. He loves busting his brother. The feeling of flattening his nuts is just as comforting as anything else to Paul. Paul looked at his brothers contorted face and smiled gleefully. It felt like a direct hit, and it totally looked like it too. Nick slowly lowered his head as a low whine vibrated out. Paul stood up and took the few free moments he created for himself and decided to be cerebral and consider his next moves.

Nick looked to be in no position to do anything other than groan on his knees and exist through the agony in his body.

Paul circled around his brothers strong yet weak body and stopped on his side. Paul ran in and kicked Nick's side, throwing Nick onto his side, rather than his knees. Paul reared back again and threw his foot into Nick's abdomen. Nick yelped out and tried to curl in further to protect himself. The punch to his nards already made his stomach ache, he didn't need to be kicked anymore to feel sick.

Paul saw the sickness in his brothers eyes and face, and grew a prideful confidence. He pushed Nick onto his back, as he was still holding his aching nuts. Paul stood his foot on Nick's stomach and quickly raised his step then crashed it right back down, holding it in place. Nick cried out and moved his hands to his brothers rude bare foot.

Paul laughed and dug it in deeper, making Nick grow more uncomfortable.

"Come on Nicky! Don't make it so EASY!" Paul taunted as he stepped off the ground, pressuring all of his young and strong adult frame into Nick's stomach.

Nick took advantage of Paul's overconfidence. He pulled Paul's foot away from his body, and Paul fell down. Nick got out from under Paul and turned around. He saw the opportunity for payback and took no time to consider. Paul's legs were momentarily spread and he was completely vulnerable. Nick bursted forward and shot a closed fist, laced with vengeance into his twins party pouch. Paul yelled out and jolted up in a rush as his body told him he had to protect himself. A hand held his balls and the pain crippled him, and all he felt up to doing was whining like a wounded animal.

Justin cringed, but let out a good natured laugh as he shook his head. "That must've hurt..."

"Paybacks a bitch, brother." Nick said standing up, holding his own nuts. Paul shook about, making pained noises trying to feel up to standing up. He pushed himself to his knees, then proceeded to collapse under the pressure.

Justin sat there, feeling the pain of his friends. He pulled his legs up to keep more between his already sore spuds and the two ballbusters some feet from him.

"Come on Paul... you wanted to do this, and you wanted to fight dirty... don't tell me you can't take what you give?" Nick taunted his brother. Nick also knew if he got his brother worked up, he'd make a mistake. Paul is moody, and Nick uses this to his advantage. Paul struggled to his knees and slowly got up. He still had a hand holding the aching bulge in his sweats, but he was standing and his other hand looked like it wanted to fight for Paul's honor.

Nick inched forward in a fighting stance, feeling he now had the advantage. Paul looked sluggish and somewhat incapable. Nick threw a jab to Paul's nose which connected flush. Paul's head bobbed back and he was unable to block the next two punches that struck his nose in the same spot. Paul stammered back and drunkingly swung his hands around his face, acting as dazed as he felt. Both Nick and Justin laughed at Paul's inability to act accordingly.

"Jesus Nick, playing with your food haha... savage." Justin said with something that resembled both admiration and enjoyment.

"He wanted to play..." Nick said as he jogged with a smile towards his brother who appeared to be recapturing his wits. "... then it's my brotherly duty to help him out."

Paul found himself and realized he was getting punked. He refused to stand for this and angrily through a wild haymaker at Nick's head, who easily ducked underneath and shot a strong uppercut to Paul's abdomen. Paul grunted and doubled over, holding his naked abs. Nick got on a knee putting himself at eye level, and reared his open hand back, then launched it forward in a condescending yet effective slap to the face which loudly swung Paul to the side.

Justin laughed loudly at the attack and clapped his hands. "BITCH SLAP!! WOOO!!"

Nick laughed and stayed on his knee, admiring his handiwork. Paul's knees were on the floor, a hand holding himself up and the other rubbing his recently slapped cheek. His cheek stung, but his pride stung more. Paul grew venomously angry as the seconds piled on. He turned his head to his brother, who had a shit eating smirk on that made Paul want nothing more than to shove his stupid fucking face into his own ass.

Paul threw himself at Nick in an unanticipated engagement and rained down fists on Nick's barely covered head. Paul bellowed madly as his threw everything at Nick, who tried desperately to protect himself. Paul grabbed both of Nick's hands after he grew tired of hitting hands covered face and held his brothers hands down. Nick struggled and tried to overpower his brother, but somehow wasn't able to compare in the moment. Nick was worried as he looked into his fuming brothers green eyes. Nick noticed blood was beginning to trickle down Paul's nose and was helpless to do anything but lie flat against his brothers will.

Paul angrily pulled his head back and headbutted his brother with unrestrained anger, knocking both of them silly. Paul let go of Nick and brought his hands to his forehead and fell to the side, just as dazed then he was moments ago. Nick lied on his back and slowly came to the realization he's supposed to hold the nose that his brother might've just broken.

Meanwhile Justin couldn't help but laugh hearty at the two brothers confused states.

Paul was the first to his feet, hand holding his head. "Fucking shit... no more headbutts..." Paul said aloud without anyone in mind.

"I bet! That must've fucking KILLED! Nick's still not sure what country he's in!" Justin said enthusiastically. Paul looked around confused, trying to find the source of the noise. He found Justin sitting on the steps sporting a loud smile.

"... yeah. Honestly forgot you were there." Paul said, bending over and taking a moment.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That means I forgot you were there... idiot." Paul spat at what he felt was a dumb question.

Justin shook his head with a frown.

Paul turned back to Nick who still unsure what to do after holding a hand to his nose. Paul walked over and stomped the ball of his size 12 foot into the mound between his twins legs.

This brought Nick back to reality.

Nick cried out and brought his hands to Paul's intrusive foot and tried to pry it off with struggling breath. Paul dug his heel deeper into Nick's manhood and began twisting his foot around, feeling the meat squirm around under his dirty foot. Nick groaned and pleaded with Paul to stop, but all Paul did was make sure his heel had direct contact with Nick's left testicle.

Nick yelled painfully as he felt his sensitive nut get flattened under Paul's foot. Paul felt much better about the whole interaction, finding the feeling of the solid orb under his heel compressing and trying so desperately trying to squirm away to be quite exhilarating. He also found Nick's facial expressions and noises to be rewarding on an equal level.

Justin found this to be borderline sadistic, but he still laughed at the expressions of his football buddy.

The pain was truly agonizing and Nick began to worry about the strength of his testicle, which certainly didn't feel very strong at the time. Nick raised a leg and threw it foot first between his brothers legs, forcing Paul to get off his left nut. Paul was raised off the floor and stumbled onto his back and held his balls in a ball, crying out. He began coughing violently as he muscles tensed and his eyes grew misty.

Nick felt as close to relief as he could considering the amount of scorching pain his left nut was flaming his body with. Tears rolled down his eyes as he was able to curl up and hold his testicles.

The two bare chested boys lied on their side, making varying noises that signified ball pain. Justin sat in anticipation, wondering what's gonna happen next. Who's gonna come out on top?

Paul was the first to get on his feet. He wobbled over to Nick with increasing confidence and speed. When he got to Nick, he threw a fist down at his unprotected face. He then took his other hand and tried to lift Nick's head and punch it more squarely.

But Nick had different plans. He caught Paul's hand, and used his other free one and threw a straight fist into Paul's sweats covered manhood. Paul hacked out and pulled his legs together, trying to protect himself.

Nick got into a better position and threw three strong jabs to Paul's stomach, each making Paul feel more and more unwell. Nick then rose his fist up, hitting Paul directly in the mouth snapping his head up and causing Paul to stand up straight and bring his hands up to his mouth. Nick went between Paul's legs, tunneling to the otherside of his brother.

Now behind Paul, who had no idea Nick was behind him, Nick had the advantage. He decided to grab Paul's ankles out from under him, causing Paul to fall to the floor face first. Paul fell with a thud, and once again confused.

Nick decided to go for the kill. He stood up, took a step back and knew exactly where to aim. He pulled his leg back, and catapulted it between Paul's spread goal posts, crashing his foot into Paul's pelvis, crushing his already swollen testicles with every intention to end his brothers will to go on.

Paul wasn't able to make a noise to express the pain that erupted in his innards. Instead he just croaked and gagged as his eyes let loose tears. He kicked the floor and then curled up after he was done convulsing. Paul then heaved and tried to not to throw up the swollen grapes that he swore his brother just squished into grape juice.

"Daaamnn... he's DONE! His balls are broken!" Justin said, realising the fight was over. There was no way Paul was coming back from that.

"Nah... not broken... and he's not done yet..." Nick said as he walked in front of Paul's agonized frame. His eyes were shut and his toned muscular body was unable to power through the testicle trauma that was torturing the young tender body.

Nick slid his hand under Paul's light grey sweats and grabbed his twins bare balls. Paul shrieked and shook rapidly, making it clear he didn't want this to happen.

"Please no... stop Nick, my balls, not my balls!"

"You're not getting off so easily Paul... I want you to admit that I'm the dominant brother."

Paul shook his head and clenched his teeth. Nick tightened his hand, which led Paul to gag and flail for a couple moments before he stiffened around Nick's hand.

It so happened he stiffened in a couple different ways.

"Oh my... are we... enjoying this?" Nick asked with a grin, feeling his brothers dick grope his hand.

Paul whined and shook his head. "Please..."

"Well... fine. But only because you said please!" Nick said as he shoved his other hand into the crowded space between Paul's legs and began to rub his brotherly dick.

"Uhhh..." Justin let out, unsure what to say.

"It's not gay if it's your brother. So don't be asking for the same treatment!" Nick said with a laugh, winking at Justin. Justin laughed too and shook his head , scratching the dark blonde mess on his head.

Nick turned back to Paul who's eyes were wide, staring into Nick's own green eyes. Nick could see that Paul was confused and scared. 

"If you won't admit I'm the dominant brother... I'm just gonna have to force the creamy defeat out of you myself..." Nick said with a smile as he jerked his working hand and cupped his brothers cream machine in the other. 

Paul bit his lip and moaned as he felt unable to speak. His breathing intensified as the feelings inside him swirled around in a confusing brew that was beginning to leak out.

"Now you're wet... not too much longer until I squeeze all the juice out of these bruised plums." Nick said, who realized that he's enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would.

Paul's eyes grew wider and he began violently shaking. "No, please no. I'll do anything. No more pAAIIYYNNN!" Paul cried out pathetically as the Nick zapped a shockwave through his young and weakening toned body.

"You have to admit that I, Nick, am the dominant twin." Nick said easing the pain, but keeping the pace up on Paul's wooden rod.

Paul made a noise that combined a whimper and a flutter. He was scared, but he couldn't spit it out.

"...Alright then. Don't worry though. Everything will come soon..." Nick said with a smile as he had it very obvious he was having a blast.

Paul meanwhile grunted, but knew he couldn't struggle. He was powerless, and he knew he was getting dominated. He opened his mouth and began to find the ability to admit defeat.

"I... ayyeee... admit..." Paul said as he fluttered started to lose his train of thought.

"Admit what? That I'm the handsome brother? I already knew that Paul, you didn't need to say that." Nick said smirking. He heard Justin laugh loudly in the background.

"You-you... are the dahaha...aminant brother...dominant brother, that's you. Oh god..." Paul said with sharp breath, as he could feel himself reaching the edge of the mountain his brother put him on. He really didn't want to fall off the cliff into the painful abyss.

"I'm the dominant brother... wouldya believe that. JUSTIN! YOU HEAR THAT?"

"YEAH BRO! YOU'RE MAKING PAUL YOU BITCH!"

Nick laughed and nodded, looking back at his vulnerable brother, who's staring at him with increasing breath, chest bulging up and down and eyes pleading.

"Well... since I'm the dominant one... you can't really stop this from happening, can you?" Nick said as he starting closing his hand around his brothers spermbags. Paul yelled in pain and started gasping, finding it difficult to capture a breath. It made him reaching the intense climax very strange and uncomfortable.

 Paul cried out as he started to stain his sweats and underwear with semen. His body convulsed, and his eyes fluttered unable to stop himself. Nick smiled and collapsed his hand as much as his twin brother's nuts allowed them too. Paul's yell increased in intensity and pitch as his globes got squeezed out for all it's gooey liquid. Nick could feel his brothers cum rain down and wet his hands, but he didn't care. Nick had to make sure he got as much semen to come out of his brother's testicles and explode out through his erupting penis.

Paul never came so much in his life, it was a total ravaging of his undergarments. Both of Nick's hands were covered, and Paul's underwear was drenched to the maximum. The cumstains were extremely obvious in his grey sweats and Justin was amazed that the stain kept on growing and growing. 

Paul began to die down, and he lied stiff and croaking as Nick still had a powerful grasp on his fruits which didn't have enough juice left in them for anything worth having. Nick made sure he got everything out by pushing his fingers in deep into the center. Paul twitched with his mouth wide and his eyes rolled away from him. Nick felt pleased, and took his hands out of his twin brothers pants and left him alone. Paul slowly crept his hands to his mangled manhood and rolled his eyes into the back of his head as he was finally able to protect himself. It was some time before he even had to power to curl up.

"Wow... that was... something." Justin said, not sure what to say. He loved watching that, but he wasn't sure why.

  

"Yeah..." Nick said, walking to Justin, staring at his own soaked white hands. As he stood in front of Justin, he turned back to look at his broken brother and smirked. He looked back to Justin who was smiling too. Nick threw his hands into Justin's face, trying to cover Justin's handsome face with his cumstained hands.

"AWGODWHAT THE CRAP FUCK OFF!!!" Justin screamed as he smelt the intoxicating smell of Paul's semen get smothered in his face. He pulled back, and bent away as best he could from Nick's hands. Nick laughed the entire time, trying his best to cover Justin's face with smelly semen hands.

"COME ON!!! IT SMELLS LIKE LOVE!!!" Nick joked loudly.

Justin kept on staying away the smelly hands as best he could considering he couldn't move from the steps he were sitting on, and Nick decided to stop trying to make Justin smell his brothers cum, and instead just decided to smack Justin's cumbags with Paul's cum. Justin cried out and pulled both hands in, and rolled over. His face was eating the steps, and his ass was in the air. His mouth was wide open as he instinctively let out a long "Awwww..." due to the nut shot. Nick backed up laughing and slapped Justin's pumpkin looking ass, which caused Justin to groan out. Justin felt like not tasting the steps anymore, so he pulled back and tumbled to the floor behind him, next to Nick.

"Dude... my balls, fuck... ugh." Justin said, as he rolled around on his back.

  

"Shoulda just accepted the cumhands. Now you gotta handle your cumbags, haha!" Nick said.

Justin laughed and coughed at the same time, rolling onto his side. He shifted around and groaned before he said "You're a dickhead..."

"I'm just a boy who likes having fun. I'm gonna go wash my hands. Sure you don't wanna smell them?"

"I'm good dude..." Justin said, moving his face to the floor, making damn sure he doesn't get any cumhand in his face.

Nick laughed and headed inside, but not before he took another look at Paul. Paul was curled in a ball by this point, his pants were drenched and he looked like he was sleeping peacefully. But Nick knew better. Nick knew he just dominated his brother, and he was feeling the after effects of eating creamy defeat at the hands of his brother.