Keepin It In The Family

MDNI

[nephewforyou]

My younger cousin decided to FaceTime my boyfriend while he fucked me raw.

“Don’t come home. I own this fag’s cunt & rule the house now. I’ve already transferred money from the joint account so you can’t do anything with it. No one comes between me and my cousin, and you’ve been keeping from his home for 3 years.”

As my younger cousin fucked me, I couldn’t help but feel like everything happens for a reason, and the reason this was happening is because he knew he owned me.

[malestarsfeet]

[nephewforyou]

My Boyfriend’s Brother

This is a longer story, with lots of teasing and build up with dubcon sprinkled through it. Infidelity bringing about family justice and heartbreak leads to the inevitable ownership & control.

As I knelt naked with my chin on the coffee table, with my boyfriend’s younger brother’s foot in my face, I had no idea how this was happening.

“I know you were supposed to go over to my brother’s for date night, but I’ve decided you need to rain check this evening.” He held my phone up to my face & unlocked it, and I heard the familiar clicking sound of typing, followed by the swoosh of a message being delivered.

His foot was radiating heat, and his scent was gently spreading closer and closer to me.

“When my brother told me he had a new boyfriend, I acted interested until he gave me your first and last name as we were casually chatting. I did some research, you’re a pretty solid guy. You’ve got a stable career where you’re quite successful, you’ve got no debt to your name, you’re well educated, you’re in good shape, own your own home with rental properties, and overall well rounded. Everything I found just confirmed what my brother told me about you.” His voice was tense, almost sharp as he spoke.

His foot inched closer to my nose, his scent getting stronger.

“Until I found out what kind of freak you are, and how often you go slutting around for money, for secrets, for favors, or for free. I can’t let my brother be with someone like that, no, that’s not what a good brother would do.” He swiped through my phone, swiping, and as he spoke, I realize he was taking pictures of this whole thing.

As he texted himself the pictures and videos he was taking, he kept inching his foot until it was millimeters from my nose.

“There’s one big difference between me and my brother: he’s a good guy who has everything this world has to offer coming to him, and he deserves it. However, I’m a piece of shit who has no intentions of being anything other than that, with a criminal record so getting a good apartment and good job is almost impossible,”

He stared down at me. His toes wiggling, a bulge forming in his pants, his face gleaming with ego.

“Instead of working & living couch to couch, I’m going to move in here, with you and live off of your bank account. Don’t worry, all necessary bills will be handled, but I decide everything that deals with your money.” He slightly raised his hip up to get a can of dip from his back pocket, loading a pinch into his lip before putting it back.

“You have three options right now: 1- you lean up and I’ll untie you so you and I’ll leave. 2- you stay exactly where you are if you are on the fence. 3- beg to kiss my foot and it becomes official. What do you want?” He barked down at me.

I froze. My mind was telling me to get up, but my body was stuck. Did I want to kiss his foot? No. No. This is wrong. My boyfriend will take me back, right? All these thoughts swirling in my head.

“Then I’ll keep going. Just remember, you must take the final step into this inevitable new life of yours.” He belched, and kept explaining what my life would be like.

By now, he was stroking his cock and precum was leaking like a faucet.

“Eventually I will be making money from you—however you can imagine it happening? That’s likely going to happen. But first. Make a decision.” He stared down at me, my phone’s camera directly aimed at my face.

I felt myself overwhelmed with needing more, whatever that meant, and I pressed my lips against his foot. As my lips made contact, he spit in my face and pulled back a little.

“I. Said. Beg. Faggot.” His eyes held no warmth, his mouth harsh on his face.

“Please.”

“Please. What?”

“Please let me kiss your foot.”

“More.”

“Please let me kiss your foot, let me make out with it. Let me—“ suddenly words were falling from my lips, each more desperate than the last as I looked at him and the camera, and back to him, begging, not knowing what was coming.

“Good boy. Kiss” he grinned as his ability to ruin my life only grew with every pic or clip of video. But as he pressed his foot against my lips & I got to inhale his musk, my worries slipped away with my reasoning.

“You’ll put my name on your house, accounts, anything and everything. You’ll leave everything to me in your will. I’ll have power of attorney. We will get these changes done in the next week. Then we will start cutting off all your social ties. You have one more chance. Keep kissing if you want this, or stop if you want to back out.” And one final time, he paused, and I squirmed forward and started to kiss and grovel at his foot.

“Very good. Now, before I ruin you for the rest of your life, I want to do one more thing. Stay just like that.” He see his phone down to record, and as he stepped behind me, I heard him step out of his underwear, and his hard cock was pressed against my hole.

“The only problem with a fag, is it takes a while to train them to self-lubricate, but your new Daddy is thinking ahead,” he pulled back, and felt his breath at my hole as he spread my checks, locked his lips against my hole, and spit his dip spit forcefully enough for a little make its way in & the rest dripped down my hole.

“To the base, boy, squeal piggy,” as he shoved his cock into me without stopping until his pubes pressed against my cheeks. The spit was stinging my hole causing it to spasm and massage his cock.

“Good fucking pig, working for my load.” He reached forward with my phone and placed it on the couch so it could record us, and then fucked me long and hard until I could barely remember how I got in this situation, but all I knew was I wanted more.

As he was fucking me, his thrusts sped up, and that’s when I heard a familiar car beep that it was locked, and my front door opening up as I heard my boyfriend’s voice,

“Hey, thanks for moving date night here. What’s the big surprise?” As he spoke, his voice got louder as he got closer.

As he got closer, so did his younger brother, and as my boyfriend opened the door, he caught the moment his younger brother was unloading into my guts, panting and moaning as he pressed as deep into me as he could. I only faintly heard my for-sure-ex boyfriend drive storm off and drive away.

As I felt the cock in my hole start to pull out, I was jolted back to the moment as my hole felt empty and then a force was working its way back to fill me up, and the thrusting of being used as a man’s personal cum dump. As my eyes squinted open and I look in front of me, I realized I wasn’t being fucked by my younger owner, it was someone else who was fucking me.

I looked into my phone, still recording me, as a man I didn’t even know used me.

“Don’t worry piggy, I’ll breed you again when he’s done, I just had a debt to pay off with a buddy of mine.”

[dads-and-twinks]

[nephewforyou]

When my favorite uncle told me I could stay with him over summer, I was excited to spend time with him beyond family get-togethers. After a few weeks, I came out to him, and he didn’t get angry, he just hugged me and said he still loved me.

A few weeks later, he came into my room while I was sleeping and slammed his cock into me, fucking me like he was trying to make me beg for mercy. Eventually, his cock shot his load deep in my guts.

Ever since that night, he fucks me multiple times every single day. He even offered to help me transfer my college to the community college nearby so I don’t have to leave in August.

[wranglerbuttboys]

[nephewforyou]

I never really got along with my older cousin, Garrett. Growing up, we took two very different paths: he was a straight redneck who could get laid whenever he wanted—I was the gay nerd who didn’t really have much in regards to my social skills. So when my parents said I should spend the summer with him while I look for a job in the city…I was less than thrilled. Sure, it’d give me time to get familiar with the city near him & start building a life there. I have to be honest, the only reason I agreed though was thinking of finding new guys to have sex with. There are very few things that will stroke your ego more than being a new guy in a new city.

When the Friday finally came, I had everything I’d need for the next few months loaded into my pickup (the only thing we have in common is our love of a good pickup truck). After a few quick hugs goodbye & promises to call my parents, I was on the road to tackle the 9 hour drive.

The drive was mostly uneventful. I tried my luck at some truck stops but didn’t find anyone to suck off or fuck me, so I kept driving along. I made good enough time, managing to get to my cousin’s house just after 10pm. As soon as I turned off the engine, the front door opened up on my cousin’s small 2 bedroom house. From the outside, it wasn’t special, but it was going to be a roof over my head so I wasn’t going to complain too much.

I saw the silhouette of him come through his door and down his front porch. He was wearing his jeans, a cut off tee, and his boots. Even this late, he didn’t want to take them off, he’s been that way with his boots ever since I can remember.

“Cous’n! Get on over here! Let me wrap my arms around your scrawny neck!” He said, loud enough for me to be worried someone would hear before I realized his nearest neighbors were only small lights out in the distance. I guess that’s country living.

As he approached me, he wrapped me in his arms, and I could smell the beer & tobacco on him. He may not be drunk yet, but he certainly was getting close.

I pulled myself away from him, “thanks for letting me stay here while I find a place in the city & get a job. I promise to take up as little space as possible and not be a burden, you’ll barely know I am even here.” This was true too, I didn’t plan on spending much time at his house. The sooner I could get to work & find my own place, the better.

Garrett swayed slightly, and wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders as he started ushering me towards his house. I tried to resist, protesting that I needed to get some stuff out of my pickup.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be there tomorrow, and you’ve been driving all day. How about you hand me one or two bags you need tonight & we can get the rest tomorrow. Deal?” His words were only slightly slurred, and only if you were used to his southern accent.

As I handed him a bag with some pajamas and toiletries, I made note that he’d never been this cordial with me, it was almost always tense or awkward, even when he’s been drinking. I shrugged it off and assumed maybe he’d changed over the last year or two since I’d seen him.

When he shut & locked the door behind us, he tossed my bag down & flopped himself onto his couch, his arms raised at his side, “welcome to my humble abode, cous’n. It ain’t much, but it’s mine.” I could almost see the pride in his eyes as he said it, “tomorrow, I’ll give you the grand tour. But first, why don’t you go grab us both a beer and let’s catch up,” he pointed to his kitchen, and flipped on his TV & game console while I went to grab the beers.

Midnight quickly rolled around, Garrett was halfway through a pack of cigarettes he’d opened when we started drinking, and it didn’t even feel like I’d drove all day and been drinking. Garrett and I got along better than I expected, and I felt more and more comfortable with him, to the point we both discussed our dating and sex lives (his was wild, mine was practically non-existent).

“Fuck, man, I forgot to make your bed for ya,” Garrett said like he’d been startled out of a daze.

“It’s fine, I can sleep on the couch tonight, I don’t mind” I told him, and I really didn’t. With the drinking we were doing, I’d sleep the same on the ground outside as I would a bed.

“Noooo,” he said, reaching over and wrapping his arm around my shoulder like he did when I first got here, “that’s not very polite of me,” his words slurring a bit more ,”why don’t you just sleep in my bed” he finished off, looking proud he came up with the solution to a problem I didn’t think we really had.

“I’m serious, I don’t mind, and I wouldn’t sleep well knowing I was in your bed and you were on the couch,” I offered up to him to protest his idea.

“Who said I would be on the couch? It’s a full size mattress…it may be a snug fit but we can do it. I don’t mind. I promise,” he offered his pinky to me waiting for me to take his pinky promise.

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and grabbed his pinky with mine. After a few more shots & me realizing it was almost 4am, I forced myself off the couch to go to bed before I realized I had no idea which room was his and didn’t want to look stupid.

“Here, follow me, kid.” He slurred as he got off the couch, and grabbed my hand while we went towards his room. The only thing lit up was a small lamp on his bedside table & a few random pieces of technology with a blinking or steady light to show it was plugged in.

He shut his door & I just stood there, suddenly more awkward than when I’d first arrived. I looked between the bed & Garrett, and was about to chicken out and just insist on sleeping on the couch.

“That side there is mine, you can sleep on the other side. You should consider yourself lucky,” he winked at me “I’ve not ever let a woman sleep in bed with me overnight. I’m a fan of cumming then going,” he said with a tone of humor, leaving me unsure if he was serious or joking.

Since I’d already changed into my tank top & gym shorts earlier for pajamas, I awkwardly walked to the side of the bed he said was mine, and realized as I’d pulled the blanket back, he barely even had a thin sheet underneath. He really did not care what anyone would think about his way of living, and I could tell just from his bedding.

When I laid down, I could almost feel his musk waft from the pillow I was birding and from under the blanket, and he wasn’t even in bed yet. Normally, I don’t find myself attracted to a man’s musk like some guys I know, they practically salivate. But something about Garrett’s smell was making it easier for me to relax and feel less awkward. As I lost myself in admiring how his room smelled like him, I felt him get in bed with me, and pulled the blanket on top of himself. Suddenly, the heat under the blanket felt like it was 1000 degrees warmer than it was.

“Goodnight cous’n, n welcome home,” Garrett slurred out as he rolled over onto his side facing me, and quickly fell asleep.

I laid on that mattress for what felt like an eternity. I was overwhelmed with thoughts: the way Garrett smelt, the way his musk made me horny, the fact he was my cousin, the fact I’m sharing a bed with him, and then the tent in my shorts. As I was lost in my thoughts, staring at the back of my eyelids, I felt Garrett stir for the first time in what felt like hours. I kept my eyes shut, breathing steady, trying to not seem like I was still awake.

I felt the blanket get pulled slightly his way as I felt him lean over his side of the bed, he rustled with something in his nightstand, I heard a familiar sound as a bottle of lube opened up, and he grabbed his hand towel he used as a cum rag multiples times each day.

“What he won’t know won’t hurt him,” I heard him mumble under his breath while he started stroking his cock. Just from the length of the rhythm, I started to imagine what his cock looked like.

That’s how we stayed: I kept my eyes closed and breathing even, my cousin jerked off until he shot his load all over his cum rag, eventually putting everything back in the drawer in his bedside table. Then it was back to silence.

I managed to slowly drift into and out of a restless sleep, finding myself rolled over on either side as I kept waking up.

“You know if you took your clothes off, you’d sleep better,” I heard Garrett say, “I know you’ve been tossin’ and turnin’. It’s what helps me if I can’t sleep. We’re family, I ain’t gonna judge you.” He offered up as he rolled back over, his back facing me, and I heard him quickly go back to snoring.

Reluctantly, I agreed, and took off my clothes while in his bed. Wouldn’t you know it, he was right, I quickly felt myself get pulled into sleep.

I felt myself skim a sense of waking up, just enough to have noticed Garrett was holding onto me, wrapping his arms around me as a big spoon, and I could feel his cock pressed against me, firm & warm. I tried not to react, tried to stay still, but feeling him pressed against me was forcing my cock to leak precum. I hoped it’d dry on his sheets by the time we got out of bed. Then I drifted off again, relaxing into his arms.

I was startled from my sleep, without warning. As my brain tried to assess the situation, I could feel myself still wrapped in Garrett’s arms…they were tighter though, like they were trying to squeeze the air out of me. I also felt his cock, it was in between my cheeks, his cock pressed against my hole. In my panic, I froze, and my body went stiff.

“Good, I like it when they’re awake while I shred their fucking holes,” I heard him growl into my ear as his cock slammed itself into my hole, Garrett quickly covering my mouth with one hand, and pulling me to him with the other.

I started to fight back, squirming and trying to wiggle away, but he kept a firm grab on me, making sure even if I managed to put some distance between our bodies that his cock head never left my hole. Eventually, he wore me out, I couldn’t keep trying to get away, and for a moment he pulled me all the way back to him, his hands wrapping around my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to make sure you understand one thing. I don’t like you, I don’t even want to know your name, but I do want to own you, I do want you addicted to my cock, and I do want you to give up any hopes of a life and be my whore.” His words wrapped around me like a noose, squeezing me tighter and tighter.

He gently rocked, slowly thrusting in and out of me, getting my hole to open up more.

“I’m going to slam the rest of my cock into your hole. I’m doing it in one thrust. Scream, yell, try to run away. No one else will hear you.” Being true to his word, Garrett slammed the rest of his cock into me, suddenly I could feel his pubes against my hole.

I could feel a scream stuck in my throat, tears streaming down my face, and then he pulled almost all the way out before bottoming out in me again.

Garrett fucked me without any regard for me or my pleasure. He choked me, slapped me, and fucked me harder then I’d ever been. He didn’t stop…but my tears did. I stopped wanting it to stop, and wanted it to keep going. I felt a warmth fill me up, and pressure building around my cock, as the feeling felt like it was about to be too much, Garrett slammed his cock all the way in and then stopped.

“I’m going to pull out. You’re going to move from being on your side to being on your back. Don’t say anything. Just move.” And without hesitation, he pulled his cock out in one move, leaving my hole empty.

I obeyed. Rolling over onto my back as Garret got between my legs, and placed them on his shoulder.

“I felt what you were experiencing. It felt good. It’ll feel good again, but it’s gonna hurt at first.” His eyes held a sadistic joy in them as he went from his cock pressed against my hole to his bush pressed against my cheeks. I couldn’t stop it, I screamed

As my mouth was open, my cousin hocked a loogie down my throat, and I swallowed without even being told to.

“Good boy, such an eager little cousin. You always were the golden child of all us kids,” he pulled out and started gently going all the way in, and all the way out, with slow methodical rocking motions.

His momentum picked up. His eyes stared at me, sweat dripping down onto my face, his musk so thick in the air I could almost taste it, his breath reeking of alcohol. It all added up again to that new sensation. I felt warm, then a pressure.

“Garr—Garrett—please stop. I think I’m gonna—gonna piss if you keep—please,” I begged, starting to feel overwhelmed with a mix of pleasure and humiliation.

“Let it out, fag. Or I’ll fuck it out of you,” he spit down at me as he picked up his pace and intensity.

“Fuck—please—please Garrett—fuck—“ my words between heavy breaths

“Please what? Fuck what? Huh, faggot?” His words were become more cruel, more degrading in tone.

“Please—fuck—don’t—don’t stop—“ as Garrett finally fucked the piss out of me, and kept his pace.

The orgasm that washed over me was overwhelming, I couldn’t do anything other than babble as he fucked me and got me to orgasm over and over from beating my prostate.

“I’m glad you got yours. Now beg me to breed you.” He barked

“Please breed me, Garrett. Fuck, please breed me, please—please Sir,” I let out between moans.

His hands gripped tightly around my throat, and he ordered me to jerk off.

I did, all the while trying to beg for him to breed me and fighting to breathe. Finally, I felt my cock erupt and blow all over my chest, and with my load went any pleasure I was getting as I wanted him out of me.

“Now it’s my turn,” and he fucked me with a ferocity he had reserved for this moment, as my vision started to blur, tears forming again, I felt a different warmth inside me as Garrett shot rope after rope of his DNA into me. When he was done, he pressed down against me, and relaxed his body. “You just wait about 5 minutes and we will go for round 2. Don’t beg or plead. It’s happening”

He was right, he fucked 3 loads into me somehow within a few hours. By the time he was done, the sun was rising & birds were chirping.

“We’re turning that guest room into a dungeon. You’re sleeping here every night. Later, we’re going to go get you a chastity cage. But first, let’s grab a little more sleep,” he whispered into my ear as he held me from behind, his cock head slowly sliding back into my hole again.

[showmedaddy]

[twisted-talez]

“What do you think?” asked my hunky Uncle Max as he stood on the porch of my parents’ Cape Cod beach house, his muscular body taunting me, his big dick stuffed into a tight pair of swim trunks. He forgot to pack a swim suit, so I had lent him my spare.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, unable to hide my astonishment over how fucking hot he looked, trying to suppress my desire to drop to my knees and worship his big cock on the spot.

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