NEXTDOORTWINK Little Stepbrother Caught Watching, Joins In

Title: A Twink Taboo Threesome

Nestled in a quiet suburban neighborhood was the modest two-story home of the Ramirez family. Inside, 19-year-old nettlesome Mischa lounged on the living room sofa, flipping through the corny chick flicks on cable. Mischa was a petite, smooth, unruly Latin twink—tan skin, dark wavy hair, a smattering of freckles across his pert nose, and electric blue bedroom eyes. He was cock-hungry, rammy, and up for anything.

A sudden noise drew Mischa’s attention to the stairs. His stepbrother Tucker appeared, fresh from the shower, jogging shorts slung low on his hips. Tucker was the opposite of Mischa—tall, broad, clean-cut, a model athlete with star quarterback good looks and a chiseled swimmer’s physique. Most of the twinks in town had their eye on him. But Tucker was straight as an arrow…or so Mischa thought until that moment.

Tucker grabbed a beer from the fridge, then froze when he spotted Mischa staring brazenly at his crotch. Tucker shuffled his feet, clearly flustered. Mischa smirked, delighted to have thrown off-schedule Tucker’s game for once.

“Like what you see, bro?” Mischa teased with a wink. He leaned over and slowly licked his lips.

Tucker’s mouth opened and closed like a guppy, no sound emerging. But his eyes dropped pointedly to the bulge shaping up in Mischa’s sweatpants. Mischa let out a low laugh.

“You know, I’ve always wondered if you’re packing what I think you are under there,” Mischa purred, reaching out to run a finger along the waistband of Tucker’s shorts.

Tucker grabbed Mischa’s wrist, but his touch was tentative, uncertain. “Mischa, I…we shouldn’t…you’re my stepbrother,” Tucker stammered weakly.

“Only technically,” Mischa retorted, using his free hand to rub himself through his pants. “Besides, I bet you’ve been thinking about wrapping your lips around this stud cock of mine…haven’t you, Tuck?”

Tucker swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. His resolve crumbled. Mischa used the opportunity to pull Tucker into a deep, probing kiss. Tucker’s eyes widened at the bold advance, but then he surrendered with a moan, his lips moving hungrily against Mischa’s.

Mischa slipped his hand into Tucker’s shorts, grabbing his rigid shaft. “Fuck yeah, I knew you had a big dick,” Mischa panted. “I’m gonna suck you soooo good…” He dropped to his knees and yanked Tucker’s shorts down. Tucker’s impressive erection sprang free, curving up to his belly button. Mischa sighed dramatically, eyes shining with lust.

“Fucking hell, you’re hung,” Mischa breathed, then wrapped his lips around the swollen head, swirling his tongue. Tucker’s hands shot to his head, fingers threading through Mischa’s hair. Mischa took more, relaxing his throat to swallow Tucker’s thick cock.

Tucker thrust shallowly into Mischa’s eager mouth, gasping at the slick heat. “Oh shit, your mouth feels amazing,” Tucker grunted, hips rocking. Mischa gripped Tucker’s thighs, remaining still and taking it with breathless moans, ecstatic to be on his knees for his dreamy football stud.

Tucker’s hand tightened in Mischa’s hair. “Fuck, I’m close already. Gonna blow,” Tucker warned through clenched teeth. Mischa whimpered and hollowed his cheeks, wanting nothing more than to taste Tucker’s load.

With a strangled cry, Tucker came, shooting thick ropes straight down Mischa’s throat. Mischa gulped it down greedily, eyes watering in concentration, not wanting to waste a drop. Tucker shuddered through the aftershocks, his fingers fluttering in Mischa’s hair.

Mischa slowly pulled off, still hard as a rock and slobbering drool. “So? Wanna return the favor?” he asked hopefully, pawing at his own erection feverishly.

Tucker hesitated only a moment before pushing Mischa back onto the sofa and settling between his spread legs. Mischa gasped as Tucker’s hands snuck into his pants, stroking the leaking flesh. “God, I’ve wanted this,” Tucker whispered, his breath hot against Mischa’s sensitive skin. “Wanted to taste you, wanted to make you come…”

Mischa nodded frantically, “Please, suck me Tuck, want your mouth so bad…” Tucker needed no more encouragement, pulling Mischa’s cock free to worship with lips and tongue, making the boy writhe and moan. Mischa tangled his fingers in Tucker’s hair, pumping his hips up into the sublime heat of Tucker’s mouth.

Tucker took Mischa deep, swallowing around him, teasing his tight balls. Mischa keened at the sensation, hips jackhammering erratically. “Fuck, you’re good at that, Tuck, your mouth feels incredible,” Mischa babbled deliriously. Tucker continued bobbing, sucking strong and slick. Mischa quickly felt his release approaching.

“Gonna come, suck it baby!” Mischa screamed as his cock erupted, painting Tucker’s tongue with salty spurts. Tucker swallowed every drop greedily, licking Mischa clean. Mischa collapsed back limply, gasping like he’d just sprinted a mile.

They shared a lazy, satisfied kiss, tasting each other. Mischa nipped Tucker’s lower lip and grinned. “We should do this more often,” he suggested, already toying with the idea of what other depraved acts they could get up to together.

Tucker laughed and pulled him into another sweet kiss. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he said affectionately, his eyes crinkling.

“Mm, but you love it,” Mischa purred, snuggling close. Tucker wrapped strong arms around him, smiling and nodding. Mischa grinned slyly. Finally, he’d hooked his dreamy straightlaced brother…and they’d be exploring their new intimacy together, in fun, filthy detail. The Ramirez boys were open for business.