Christmas Series: Under the Mistletoe Part 5
All of that comes down to this final stretch
On Christmas Eve, the condo is a whirlwind of holiday chaos downstairs. Mom is humming carols in the kitchen, the oven timer beeping for her pecan pralines, the tree lights twinkling like distant stars. Upstairs, in the guest room, silence reigned except for Tyrell's heavy snoring. He'd crashed hard after the flight from LA, a quick basement pump to "shake off the stiffness," and a belly full of Elaine's pre-dinner snacks. At 28, Tyrell is the "bigger" little brother. He is broader than Tyrone, with a construction worker's bulk: 6'3", 240 pounds of raw power, man-boobs like armored plates, thighs that could snap rebar. Straight as they come, chasing women at dive bars, trash-talking "soft dudes" at family cookouts. But now, his body is my playground.
Ever since that day I slipped into Dre, Tyrone drilled me with various session under his watch to ensure that I can seamlessly wrestle control from Tyrell and pilot his body around for our Christmas grand plan. It involved all sorts of random possession, from the pizza delivery guy, the startup dude living next door and we even have session with Dre once more since Tyrone's been craving to feel his straight friends mouth wrapped around his cock ever since I denied him that chance in the cafe. Tyrell practically become a rather easy possession case in comparison to the others. He's jet-lagged, drained from all the travel today and maybe I did cheat a bit and crushed some of mom's sleeping pills to his casserole, that giant instantly felt drowsy after the last spoonful of mom's hearty casserole passed through his throat. So, when I tiptoed my way in to his room and slammed with my full force to enter Tyrell's physique, I practically faced no resistance as he just weakly sidelined, too jet-lagged to even put up a fight. I instantly opened my eyes earlier and I inhaled as much oxygen as I could, feeling the way his chest ballooned up in response to it and started my exploration over his body
Now, it's 11:32 PM, the room is dimly lit but my senses are all fried from the possession. I jump off from the bed and staring straight to the full-length mirror attached on the closet. Looking at all the fullness, the imposing height, the face, I cannot help but grin as I decide to flex the arms for starter. As the biceps swelled and veins charted like rivers, I cannot help but cursed to the foreign yet obscene sight in front of me
The mirror revealed a god: mahogany skin taut over muscle, pecs heaving with each breath, these hard man-boobs begging for hands. I stop flexing to the reflection and then instead cup these amazing bad boys, giving them a rather firm, unyielding squeeze.
"These tits... fuck, Tyrell, you a whole meal." I pinched a nipple, groaning as Tyrell's cock stirred—girthier than Tyrone's, heavy and uncut.
The sensation must have been earth-shattering or awareness-inducing, because why on Earth I heard some faint whispers from inside my head
"T--this is wrong.....why am I like this?"
I cannot help but smirk. Seems like I have a guest with me, so the best and polite way is to greet the guest back. As I pinched my nipple once more, I exaggerated my moan while my eyes staring straight at my reflection. Tyrell Williams. Naked. Hard. Aroused.
"Mmmhhhh.....I'm so fucking big, bro. These racks can compete with Elaine's," I said with delight, the confusion and panic getting louder yet I know he has no strength whatsoever to fight me. I'm fucking charged, well-rested and horny as fuck, there's nothing can stop me in this state. Tyrone explained that his best sex with my mom involved him titty-fucking her, and I put that in mind as I pictured Tyrone's monstrosity slide in between these boobs of mine. God, I'm so fucking horny I cannot help but leak pre thinking about my own big bro!
Right when I tried to puncture my hole with my own well-soaked index finger to really drive the point home, Tyrone opened the bedroom door with his eyes wide open
"Yo, Tyrell? The fuck are you doing?"
I know he knows I'm inside. So, I just stared at him from the mirror and replied back at him
"Mirin' myself, obviously. You can come join me....if you wanna get mogged,"
Tyrone—Jeremiah's control seamless—stepped in, locking the door with a click. He scanned me, looking at my fucking fat ass, my hands on my pecs, dick raging hard and I'm glowing with this sheen of sweat coming out from my body
"Damn bro, what's gotten into you?"
That asshole. He really just knew the right word to trigger me. I grinned at him, know fucking well it comes off very delicious since it's Tyrell's mischief shown here rather than my usual sheepish and awkward smile
"Nothin' really. Just chillin'. Feelin' kinda... heated." I flexed my pecs, making them bounce. Fuck......this is nuts, here we are, two gay nerds in a relationship now linked through blood because we are slipping into a pair of straight bros doing homoerotic bait under brotherly tease. I sensed something pressing and uncomfortable come from within. Tyrell's soul twisted inside, a spark of recognition and confusion
'What....the fuck? Bro, help! This is me, some freak sh---"
As Tyrone kissed me right on the lips, I found myself lost in the sensation that swelled within me. Yes I kissed him before, but never with this lips, this tongue, this breath. Sparks crackle inside me as none of us stop this pretty much incestuous, slobbering and lustful kisses.
"Why the fuck do you taste like cinnamon?"
"Just kissed Elaine before this. She's so busy making all those desserts,"
"And her guest decided it's a good idea to steal a kiss from her man? Yeah, that guest really crossed the line, don't you think?"
"Quite a bold guest, I gotta say. But still, as you said, it's rude of that guest to be so nonchalant about it. That guest deserve to get punished or something,"
"But she's busy with cakes and all, I don't think she has time to punish the guest,"
"Oh, lucky for her, she has a runt yet brave knight in black, muscular armor ready to do her biddings,"
As he shoved me to land on my back on top of the queen-sized bed, he started to undress himself to reveal the entire shaft I've grown to get fond of despite its insane size. Tyrell on the other end? He's scared shit of the prospect, his soul panicking as he definitely know what's about to happen
Tyrone hands landed on my hard man-boobs, his squeezing feels confrontational as his thumbs circling the perked up nipples, pinching to elicit a gasp out of me, which he of course successfully managed to do
"These pecs swole as hell, bro. What, you tryna outgrow me? Tryna be like a chick?"
Thank fuck for lengthy cock and insane stamina, because I would've spurted all over the place with just his words and touches! My body buzzed in delight as I subconsciously arched my back as if I'm riding through the wave of orgasmic euphoria that jolted all over my body. Tyrell begged to be let go of the situation, probably daunting the fact that he's turned on by the idea of getting pleasured by men, and not just any men, his own brother. But much to his horror, it's just the start because Tyrone then placed his cock right on top of my pecs and then slotted that musky, veiny monstrosity in-between
"Hmmm.....you built these tits for moments like this, huh?"
He squeezed my fucking man-boobs together while thrusting slow, the head popping out, brushing my chin. I adjusted my head and tried to lick the thick spear teasingly, euphoria flooding inside of me while Tyrell's soul anguished....
"No... brothers don't...---"
"MMMFFFFUUuuuck, bro... titty-fuckin' your lil brother's chest? Now tell me, Elaine never let you do this, right?" I casually uttered that acting all curious, Tyrell's voice sounding extra hot speaking in this manner
He grinned. I know he will lie, just to ruin Tyrell even more.
"Oh yeah, never. She's quite conventional. You, on the other hand, you're down with everything. You're such a slut, bro,"
That's enough to shut the whimper for a while, so then Tyrone upped the ante as his pace quickened, cock sliding with squish-squish sound as my cleavage smeared with pre-cum and my cock is getting harder by the seconds. I tried to grab Tyrone's ass and then directed him to bury himself as my cock speared his hole, but he swatted my hand and instead getting more intense working on my tits like it's a fucking warm, tight hole. I legitimately think he will explode right in this position but then, he flipped me around onto my stomach
"Time for the real violation."
He spread my cheeks around, spitting on the hole and also at his cock before spearing in raw—the stretch agonizing yet insanely fulfilling once it tightened when that massive dong entered my hole Tyrell's soul screamed mentally
"Get out! Both of you! BRROOAAAHHHHHH----"
With the first thrust, a cherished memory shattered: childhood backyard brawls, brothers rolling in grass, competitive fire. The vision corrupted, Tyrell beneath Tyrone, the roll turning to grinding, passion igniting, subservience blooming as Tyrell begged for more. It was not sexual then, just Tyrell letting his brother pinned him down because he enjoyed the fact that someone can knock him down. Tyrone, disgusted, called him a slut and tell him to stop acting out like he's a chick
I moaned in euphoria, my body thrumming, Tyrell's bulk under my command, every twisted corruption a high.
"Fuck, Tyrone......Deeper! It's working!" Tyrell's soul practically cried inside, the euphoric waves that washed over me clashed with his horror.
Then another thrust, this time deeper. A scene of family barbecue scuffles, uncles cheering. Tyrone finished uni while Tyrell just started. Brotherly brawl turned into passionate rekindling of separated brothers. Behind the shed, he pinned me down and the scuffle devolving to forbidden kisses as I was pliant to his touch. More relentless thrust corrupted this vision even more. The night of that forbidden summer, where both bros slept soundly and minding their own business turned into one where Tyrone finally fucked Tyrell. The sweltering summer heat feels realistic and the morning excuses slid in effortlessly
"The AC didn't work, and goddamn the room is like a sauna!"
Tyrell's soul fractured with each thrust and headboard thump. His sense of self and his memory feels hazy and filled with paradox. He's always been straight, not a single thought about other dudes ever crossed his mind. But these memory injected into him confused the hell out of him. Then, I simply whispered
"You never looked at other men because your brother is already hot enough,"
He tried to resist that, but I timed that speech with all the pounding from Tyrone, drilling it deep to his psyche. And when we simultaneously blow our load, it seemed like Tyrone's cum flooding and eroding all the brotherly memory between the two of them as I sensed that Tyrell's whimper getting quieter. My body goes limp instantly, my whole frame collapsed onto the mattress with a heavy thud. My chest heaving, I can see my sweat-soaked skin glistening under the dim lighting of the room. The drain is total: the red-eye flight's exhaustion, the basement workout's burn, the relentless sex that had turned this virgin hole into a slick, gaping mess. Cum leaked slowly from my ass, pooling on the sheets alongside mine that splattered like crazy, a viscous reminder of the violation. I lingered for a moment in the afterglow, riding the euphoria, feeling Tyrell's heartbeat slow, the endorphins flooding the system like a drug.
"Fuck... that was intense," I muttered, my soul buzzing with triumphant sensation. The corruption had been masterful: every thrust a chisel, reshaping Tyrell's mental landscape into one of passive acceptance. No more fierce competitiveness, no more straight alpha, just a weakened spirit, primed like soft clay for future molding. I can sense it, the soul's anguish had peaked during the sex, each memory's violation a euphoric knife twist for him, but now it simmered in quiet defeat, making re-possession tomorrow a breeze.
With a deep breath, and feeling like it's a good enough job, I initiated the ejection. The spell reversed in my mind as I whispered internally, will pulling back like a tide retreating from shore. My consciousness snapped free, a disorienting rush as it hurtled back to my original body slumped in the couch facing the balcony. I blinked awake in my own skin, lighter and less imposing, a nerdy mixed-race frame compared to Tyrell's beastly bulk. Weirdly, the euphoric bliss still lingered in my veins, a post-orgasmic high mixed with the thrill of power. I had conquered yet another alpha, corrupted a soul, and left it malleable. Across the bed, Tyrell remained passed out, his face slack, mouth slightly open, drool trickling onto the pillow. His soul is probably now passive and weakened, floated in a haze of fragmented memories, the brotherly bonds forever altered. Where once he'd recall wrestling Tyrone with pride, now flashes of subservient passion intruded: yielding on the grass, moaning under his weight. The big alpha body recuperated slowly as his heart rate steadying, muscles twitching in aftershocks. But the soul, it's primed, its defenses crumbled, ready for me to slip back in tomorrow like a key into a well-worn lock.
Tyrone eventually pulled out with a wet schlick when I ejected myself. His thick and veiny cock, still semi-hard and glistening with saliva and cum. He slapped Tyrell's ass one last time, a possessive smack that echoed faintly.
"Sleep it off, lil bro. Jet lag's a bitch."
He wiped himself on the sheets and smirked, tucking his bulging cock back into his shorts. The fabric is tenting obscenely, the outline clear as day. The room reeked of sex from all the sweat, cum, musk is a potent cocktail that could give away everything if Elaine wandered up. But the noise during the pounding? The bed's rhythmic thumps, the grunts and moans, Tyrone had timed it perfectly. Downstairs, Elaine had her gospel playlist blasting on the kitchen speakers, Aretha Franklin belting "Mary, Don't You Weep" to cover the holiday baking clatter. Any stray sounds would blend into the "boys being boys" assumption, brothers roughhousing, as they always did when Tyrell visited. No suspicion; just family dynamics.
Tyrone straightened his sweater, the gold chain settling back against his chest. He glanced at me and give a subtle nod.
"Good work," he mouthed, before unlocking the door and slipping out casually.
I also slipped out from Tyrell's room a couple moments later. The hallway is quiet, the scent of pies stronger here, masking any lingering musk coming out from this room and maybe it can hide Tyrone's scent too? I heard him skipping staircases earlier, his cock probably still throbbing in his shorts, the bulge impossible to hide if anyone looked close. But I know that his confidence will carry him, Jeremiah channeling Tyrone's narcissistic swagger, striding like nothing happened, strutting as if he just didn't fuck his younger brother
I roamed around trying to listen on the conversation downstairs as I walked out from the bathroom and brushed my teeth while eavesdropping my mom and Tyrone. She's probably still at the counter, apron dusted with flour, stirring a bowl of icing or something. Her face must've been beaming when she said.
"There you are, babe! Tyrell okay? I heard some noise up there—y'all wrestlin' again?"
Fuck.....she really is that oblivious.
Jeremiah—Tyrone—laughed, deep and easy, sounds like he's pulling her into his arms as she sounded a bit more muffled and the stirring sound stopped. Damn....if that's the case, he must've been real bold because when he walked out, I can still see the sweat drying on his skin and the faint sex scent clinging on his body.
"Yeah, lil bro jet-lagged but talkin' big. Had to put him in his place—straight brother shit, you know?" He kissed her right there, deep, possessive, tongue slipping in to claim her mouth, his bulging cock pressing subtly against her thigh through the apron, at least that's what I envisioned based on the sounds they make. She melted into it, oblivious, her hands floury on his back. The kiss lingered, wet and hungry, Tyrone tasting pie dough on her lips, maybe his mind replayed the kiss he gave Tyrell upstairs? Mom pulled back breathless, giggling.
"Mmm, save some for later. Pies almost done."
He slapped her ass playfully.
"Aight, babe. I'ma shower—worked up a sweat handlin' family business." She nodded, turning back to her baking, none the wiser. As he walked up on me eavesdropping, he just smirked at me and muttered under his breath
"She won't be that oblivious tomorrow. Now scooch, boy, I wanna shower. Or are you jealous with your future uncle and want to get a piece of me too? Elaine still busy for at least another hour,"
Chapter 6 will be the finale! Tell me what you think about this series so far and by the way, if yall ever wanna do a spinoff like having the drill session fleshed into a full story or have additional scenes like the characters are in a a Christmas shopping spree with sex in-between, feel free to expand it all you like! I feel like 6 is already long enough and I definitely don't want to risk bringing this story to January. All in all, Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday!
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