a single pinetree

secret evil stan x ford

he bends you over a hotel bed  an smacks your rump*brother you are a sick minded fucktard , for that you must be punished

Being bent over with his backside exposed, Ford flustered a bright shade that seemed to spread to the tips of his ears. His heart practically racing given every aspect of the situation with his mind in a stir which became a quick blur at that moment, that very moment when he felt his brother's hand firmly smack his bottom as a moan escaped him "S-Stanley!" He gasped, arching abruptly. Stanford couldn't remember much that led up to this moment. All he could recollect was that he and his brother had decided to have a few drinks to catch up after all those years apart, but several drinks somehow brought them both to a cheap hotel room committing acts that were by far unconventionally taboo "I-I am?" Ford meekly inquired with a sense of innocence as if he couldn't didn't realize it were his idea if it was, well, if it were, clearly he couldn't remember

he lent down crouching behind his brother and and slapped the ass again only to slip his length in and out of his rump

Upon receiving the secondary slap across his ass he'd wince, regrettably getting a bit excited "Stanley, what the hell's goi-" Before he could utter another word he'd grip tightly onto the sheets, groaning aloud as he felt his brother's long thickness penetrate him "F-Fuck!!" Ford moaned shakily, the friction as Stanley pushed in and out already driving him wildhe would pound faster each thrust , and grip the brothers rump giving a good squeeze, then releases inside making it drip down your leg , huffing and a bit out of breath he would pull up both yours and my pants going into the bathroom to freshen up , next time huff* dont call me daddy stanford let this be your last warning ,With the quickened velocity and intensified force behind each thrust Ford's moans grew louder, his eyes crossing behind his a skewed glasses as he'd pant heavily. Ford's face was flustered an even darker shade as it were notable that he were salivating at the corner of his mouth, being practically blinded by lust he'd buck his hips back, cooing upon feeling his brother grip his bottom only to in turn release inside of him "S-Stanley..." He muttered his brother's name, his own cock still rock hard and throbbing as he watched his brother wander off to the bathroom, leaving him with a warning which he didn't understand. The whole situation baffled him, yet excited him greatly. Ford turned over to lay back while his brother had ventured off to the bathroom as he took the time to tend to his own needs, taking his phallus in hand, Stanford began stroking his length, yet all he could think about was how it felt when Stanley has suddenly overpowered him. He enjoyed that momentary vulnerability, the exploration of his sensitivity and the dirty feeling of being stuffed by his brother's cock(edited)walks out , and gets on the bed beside you , and moves your hand away from the cock and began to suck you off until you came, then would swallow any left over cumseeing his brother step out of the bathroom he would pause, watching as his brother sat by his side. It was at that moment that he were yet again surprised by Stanley suddenly moving away his hand to put his mouth in placement. Ford shivered as his brother sucked him off "W-What the hell's going on, S-Stanley?.. What..W-What was in those drinks?" Stanford questioned, choking back another moan - as good as it all felt, he still required some sort of answer. Stanford gripped Stanley's hair, his six digits clutching hold of his brother's grey locks as his breathing quickened and he grew ever closer to a climax. "F-Fuck!! Oh, sweet Moses!!" Ford groaned, his body twitching as he'd grip tighter on his brother's hair, releasing his load into his brother's mouth

kisses stanford on the nose i love you dear brother~

Chuckling softly, he'd kiss Stanley back on the cheekI love you too, Stanley~