Eddy & Red Rider’s Twisted Transcest Encounter
The living room air hangs thick with secrets and the acrid aftertaste of betrayal. Eddy slumps on the couch, jaw clenched, body language screaming don’t ask. Red Rider—fire-haired and stubborn—ignores the warning. “Talk,” he demands, voice low. When Eddy finally spits out the truth about their stepdad, Red’s stomach churns… but his cock twitches. Fuck.
Eddy sees the shift. Without a word, he grabs Red’s calloused hand and drags it up his thigh. Red freezes—this is wrong, he’s your stepbrother, he’s—“Touch me,” Eddy rasps, and Red’s resolve crumbles.
Clothes vanish like smoke. Red’s first taste of Eddy’s bonus hole is clumsy, hungry, his tongue lapping at salt and shame as Eddy fists his hair. “Deeper,” Eddy hisses, grinding against Red’s face until the older stepbrother gags. When Eddy returns the favor, swallowing Red’s cock with a zeal that borders on violence, Red’s last thread of restraint snaps.
He flips Eddy onto his back, lining up his aching shaft. “Tell me to stop,” Red grows, already pushing in. Eddy just arches, eyes blazing. “Fucking breed me.”
The slide is obscene—Eddy’s hole gripping Red like a vice, still loose from their stepdad’s invasion. Red fucks him with jagged thrusts, hands bruising Eddy’s hips as the couch slams the wall. “His dick here too?” Red snarls, driving deeper. “Right here?” Eddy screams yes, legs hooking around Red’s waist as his cock spurts untouched between them.
Red lasts three more strokes before burying himself to the hilt, flooding Eddy with a growl that shakes the room. They collapse in a tangle of limbs and guilt, Red’s softening cock still wedged inside.
Neither speaks. The grandfather clock ticks. Somewhere down the hall, a door creaks.
Eddy breaks the silence first: “He’s back Thursday.”
Red’s grip tightens.
They’ll be ready.
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