That deadbeat uncle that's been crashing on your couch lately... you walk in on him laying back and lazily stroking his cock while moaning softly. He catches your eye and smiles, makes no move to stop or cover himself.
"Sorry buddy! Didn't realize you were home already." He continues stroking, slow and deliberate, and doesn't stop looking into your eyes with that wicked grin.
"See something you?" He asks. "Wanna help your uncle out with something?"
Turns out he's good for something after all.
Dad walks in on you and your uncle, him braced against the couch as you rut into him mercilessly, his moans almost more like whines.
"Hey dad," you grin, not slowing your thrusts at all, and your uncle smiles at your dad as well.
"Hey little brother- Ah! This kid of yours -mmm- is a goddamn menace," he pants, barely able to concentrate on his words. "Think he's bigger than you."
"Is that so?" Dad cocks his eyebrow, before walking beside you, unzipping his own pants. "Not bad, son, but let me get a turn. Show you how a real man does it."


















