Riley grinned down at Kota, still straddling his lap with that massive ass grinding slow circles against his crotch, the tan and blue booty jeans stretching tight over every jiggle. "Dennis, come here. Big bro's sharing. Take a piece of the pie. Kota's got more than enough for both of us tonight."
Dennis's eyes lit up like someone had flipped a switch. The younger boy dropped to his knees beside them instantly, freckled cheeks flushing under all that heavy makeup, glossy lips parting in pure eagerness. "Really? I can? Riley said you're huge and I've been thinking about it all day since he showed me the hallway video."
He reached out with trembling hands, already leaning in, breath coming fast and excited. "Please, Kota. I'll be good. I promise."
Kota's brain short-circuited. "Wait, Dennis, chill—" But before the words could fully leave his mouth, Riley's fingers hooked into the waistband of his cargo pants and yanked hard. The button popped, zipper flew down, and both pants and boxer briefs were dragged straight to his ankles in one swift motion. Kota's thick cock sprang free, already half-hard from the grinding, veiny and heavy against his thigh. Trying to sit up, but Riley planted both hands on his chest and pushed him right back down to the carpet.
"Shhh, stud. Let us take care of you." Riley's voice was sweet but commanding. He slid down Kota's body, ass dragging along the way, until his face hovered right over the exposed length. Without another word he opened wide and took the head into his mouth, sucking with rapid, eager bobs that made wet, sloppy sounds fill the bedroom. His eyes locked onto Kota's the whole time, glossy lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling under the foreskin on every upstroke. Riley pulled off just long enough to moan, "Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered. So thick. So heavy. Look at you, already twitching for me."
He dove back down, bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing with real hunger. Between sucks he glanced sideways at Dennis and started giving pointers like a proud coach. "See how I'm doing it, little bro? Keep your tongue flat on the underside the whole time. Makes him throb. And moan every couple bobs, okay? Guys love that vibration. It gets them off faster. Watch." Riley demonstrated, taking another four quick bobs then letting out a long, needy moan around the shaft that vibrated straight down Kota's length.
Dennis nodded eagerly, eyes wide and hungry. "Like this?" He leaned in, lips brushing the side of Kota's cock while Riley worked the head. Dennis started moaning softly on every other bob, high and breathy, exactly like his big brother told him. "Mmm… ahh… feels so good having you in our mouths…"
Riley pulled off again with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to the tip. "Good boy. And check this out—he's got no gag reflex, just like big bro. Watch." He pushed Dennis forward. The younger boy opened wide and slid down, taking half of Kota's length without a single choke. Riley beamed with pride. "See? No gag. We practiced all weekend on those dildos I got from Elliot and Grayson. He's a natural. Keep moaning while you suck, Dennis. Louder. Let Kota hear how much you want it."
Dennis obeyed instantly, moaning louder around the cock, the vibrations traveling straight to Kota's balls. The two brothers worked in tandem now, Riley focusing on the head with rapid, eager bobs and swirling tongue, Dennis taking the shaft with those constant breathy moans, both of them making eye contact the whole time. Riley kept praising between licks. "That's it, little bro. Look how he's leaking for us. You're doing so good. He loves it when we moan like sluts. Keep going. Deeper. Yeah, just like that."
Kota's head fell back against the carpet, breathing ragged. The double assault was too much—the wet heat, the constant moans, the sight of two identical pink crop tops and massive asses bouncing as they worked him over. His hips bucked up on instinct. The pressure built fast, balls tightening, and before he could warn them he was cumming hard. Thick ropes shot straight into Dennis's mouth. The younger boy tried to swallow but panicked at the volume, pulling off halfway through and spilling almost all of it down his chin and onto Kota's abs in messy white streaks.
Riley pulled back, eyes narrowing in mock scolding. "Dennis! You were supposed to swallow it all like I taught you. Look at the mess. Bad little bro." He wiped a streak off Kota's stomach with one finger and licked it clean, then gave Dennis a light swat on the ass. "We'll practice more later. But good effort on the no-gag part."
Kota lay there breathing heavily, chest rising and falling fast, legs still tangled in his pants at his ankles. The orgasm had hit hard after everything today, leaving him dizzy. He pushed up on his elbows, trying to sit up and reach for his waistband to pull his pants back up before this went any further.
Riley grinned wide, that same wicked, knowing smile from the hallway, and planted both hands on Kota's shoulders, pushing him right back down. "Where do you think you're going… stud?"