7:30 AM – The Power Reversal
The suite was a haze of heat and musk. Cum streaked the sheets, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Akhil lay in the center of the bed, wrecked—face glazed, chest heaving, hole gaping and dripping Vijay’s load. Anand knelt beside him, cock still hard, eyes dark with lust and something sharper. Vijay stood at the foot of the bed, cock throbbing, a predatory grin splitting his face.
“You two thought you could use me?” Vijay’s voice was low, dangerous. “My brother. My slut. No. Today, I fuck both of you.”
Akhil’s breath hitched. Anand’s cock leaked.
Vijay moved like a storm.
7:32 AM – Akhil First
He grabbed Akhil by the ankles, yanked him to the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. Akhil’s hole was still open, red, glistening with cum. “Look at this greedy cunt,” Vijay growled, slapping Akhil’s ass hard. “Still hungry after four loads?” Akhil moaned, pushing back. “Fuck me, Vijay. Own me.”
Vijay didn’t wait. He slammed in—raw, no condom, balls-deep in one thrust. Akhil screamed, back arching, nails clawing the sheets. Vijay set a brutal pace—hips snapping, bedframe slamming the wall. “Take it, you filthy whore!” Vijay snarled, one hand fisting Akhil’s hair, the other smacking his ass red. “This hole is mine.” Akhil’s cock slapped his stomach, untouched, leaking like a faucet. “YES—FUCK—BREED ME!” Akhil wailed, eyes rolling back.
Anand watched, stroking himself, cock dripping.
7:36 AM – Anand’s Turn
Vijay pulled out of Akhil with a wet pop, cum and lube pouring from his hole. He turned to Anand. “On your knees, little brother.”
Anand hesitated—then dropped. Vijay grabbed his hair, shoved his cock—still slick with Akhil’s juices—into Anand’s mouth. “Suck it clean,” Vijay ordered. “Taste your brother’s cum on my dick.” Anand moaned, throat opening, taking Vijay deep, gagging, spit dripping down his chin. Vijay fucked his face—hips snapping, balls slapping Anand’s chin. “You like that, don’t you?” Vijay growled. “Sucking your brother’s cock after he fucked Akhil’s ass?”
Akhil crawled over, still leaking, and licked Anand’s cock—slow, filthy, tongue swirling the head. Anand whimpered around Vijay’s shaft.
7:40 AM – The Double Penetration
Vijay pulled out of Anand’s mouth, flipped him onto all fours beside Akhil. Two asses up. Two holes begging.
He spat on Anand’s virgin hole, rubbed it in, then pushed—slow, relentless. Anand gasped, body tensing. “Relax, baby,” Vijay murmured, voice dark. “Gonna make you love this.” He sank in—inch by inch—until his balls pressed against Anand’s taint. Anand moaned, cock leaking onto the sheets.
Vijay fucked him—deep, punishing, one hand on Anand’s hip, the other reaching over to finger Akhil’s gaping hole. “Look at you two,” Vijay snarled. “My brother. My slut. Both mine.”
7:45 AM – The Chain
Vijay pulled out of Anand, slammed back into Akhil—raw, brutal. Then back to Anand. Alternating. Fucking one, fingering the other. Akhil and Anand kissed—sloppy, desperate, tongues tangling, moans muffled. Vijay smacked both their asses, leaving handprints. “You love this, don’t you?” he roared. “Being my fucktoys?”
7:50 AM – The Climax
Vijay pulled them both to their knees. Akhil and Anand side by side, mouths open, tongues out. Vijay stroked his cock—slick with cum, lube, and spit. “Gonna paint you both,” he growled. He came—thick ropes shooting across Akhil’s face, Anand’s chest, both their open mouths. Akhil and Anand came hands-free—cum splattering the sheets, bodies shaking.
7:52 AM – The Aftermath
They collapsed in a heap. Vijay in the middle. Akhil on one side, cum dripping from his face. Anand on the other, hole gaping, chest heaving.
Akhil laughed—breathless, wrecked. “Best morning ever.” Anand, voice hoarse: “You’re both insane.” Vijay smirked, pulling them close. “Get used to it. You’re both mine now.”
The sun climbed higher. The bed was ruined. And the day had only just begun.
8:05 AM – Akhil’s Exit
The suite was a wreck of sex and sin: sheets soaked, condoms bloated, cum streaking every surface. Akhil Akkineni stood at the foot of the bed, naked, skin glistening with dried cum, ass red and gaping, lips swollen from kisses and cocks. He pulled on his trousers (no underwear), slipped into his torn shirt, and smirked at the two Deverakonda brothers sprawled on the mattress.
Vijay lay on his back, cock half-hard, chest rising with slow breaths. Anand knelt beside him, cum still dripping from his chin, hole twitching from Vijay’s brutal claiming.
Akhil leaned down, kissed Vijay deep (tongue sliding, filthy, possessive). Then turned to Anand, cupped his face, and kissed him just as hard (tasting Vijay on both their tongues).
“Had fun, boys,” Akhil purred, voice wrecked. “But I’ve got a flight to Mumbai. Call me when you want round two.” He grabbed his blazer, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out—door clicking shut behind him.
Silence.
8:07 AM – The Brothers Alone
Vijay and Anand stared at each other. No words. Just heat.
Vijay sat up, cock springing back to full hardness. Anand’s followed—long, curved, leaking.
Vijay grabbed Anand’s wrist, yanked him down. They crashed together—mouths colliding, teeth clacking, tongues fighting. Hands everywhere: Vijay’s fingers digging into Anand’s ass, Anand’s nails raking Vijay’s back.
“Been wanting this,” Vijay growled against Anand’s throat, biting down. “Wanted to fuck my little brother since we were teens.” Anand moaned, hips grinding. “Then do it. Fuck me like you fucked Akhil.”
8:09 AM – The Claim
Vijay flipped Anand onto his stomach, spread his cheeks. Anand’s hole was still slick from earlier—lube, cum, spit. Vijay spat on it, rubbed it in, then lined up. One thrust. Balls-deep. Anand screamed into the pillow, body arching, cock leaking onto the sheets.
Vijay pounded—hips snapping, bedframe slamming, balls slapping Anand’s taint with wet, filthy smacks. “Take it, baby,” Vijay snarled, one hand fisting Anand’s hair, the other smacking his ass. “This hole is mine now.” Anand wailed, pushing back, greedy. “YES—FUCK—BREED ME, BRO!”
8:12 AM – The Switch
Anand flipped Vijay onto his back, straddled him, and sank down—taking Vijay’s cock in one smooth drop. He rode—hips rolling, ass bouncing, hole gripping Vijay like a vice. Vijay’s hands gripped Anand’s thighs, thumbs digging in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Vijay groaned. “Ride me, little brother. Milk my dick.”
Anand did—slamming down, prostate grinding, cock slapping Vijay’s abs. They kissed again—sloppy, desperate, tongues tangling, moans muffled.
8:15 AM – The Final Breeding
Vijay flipped Anand onto his back, legs over shoulders, folding him in half. He drilled—deep, punishing, relentless. Anand’s cock slapped his stomach, untouched, leaking a river. “Gonna cum in you,” Vijay snarled. “DO IT!” Anand screamed. “FILL YOUR BROTHER!”
Vijay came—hips locked, cock pulsing, flooding Anand’s ass with thick, hot ropes. Anand followed—hands-free, cum shooting up to his chin, body convulsing, hole clenching around Vijay’s shaft, milking every drop.
8:17 AM – The Collapse
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs. Vijay’s cock is still inside Anand, softening slowly. Anand’s arms wrapped around Vijay’s neck. Vijay’s arms locked around Anand’s waist.
No words. Just breathe. Sweat-slick skin. Heartbeats syncing.
They fell asleep like that: Cock in ass. Brothers in heat. Cum drying on their skin.
THE END
