"Oh Stanley, you really don't think I won't tell them?" Stan furrowed his brow. "I'll tell them if you don't listen. What would they think of their two sons having sex together?" He stared at the chips in her wall. She slid her arms up his. "It can all be a secret between you and me." She took his hesitance and pushed him onto her bed. "Now it's not really a chore to be with me? I don't believe you're really gay, you're just confused." She hooked her thumbs under his waistband and Stanley knew he would not like where this was going. She just kept talking and stripping his dignity away until he only had his last layer to cover him.
Stan's focus snapped back to reality when she started pulling back his boxers. The hair on his neck bristled when her finger touched him, shivering as she took him into her hands. "Haha, look at you! I knew you were excited for this." She touched and he couldn't deny he was hard. Her cold hands against him made his heated member leak. She dipped her head between his thighs and Stanley nearly yelped. She kissed his head before attempting to swallow him whole. He drowned out the sounds of her choking in favor of his thoughts. Damn, she was amateur. The guys he services would be way better than this. The image of Stanford flickered to his mind and suddenly everything was a lot hotter. The wetness around his cock and the motion she managed to use on him forced groans from him.
Ford would blow him off when he was horny and yearning for attention. He would touch just where Stan needed it. Rubbing touches to his thighs to comfort him, their moans muffled and quieted in their bedroom. It would often smell like sex during these heated times and Ford would open a window or spray some air freshener. Sometimes Stanley craved for it to be this way. The hot scent of desperation, the smell among the air that showed the world he was claiming Stanford. He lathers his brother with affectionate gestures. Pulling his hair when he goes down on him, kissing him heavily and rubbing Stanford right back.
But it wasn't right. This wasn't the way that Ford would blow him. His brother knew where to touch him, he's known all his life. And then it wasn't him rubbing his dripping dick, it was someone he barely recognized.
"Let me ride you." It was a command more than a request for permission. He could say no words. He didn't even know who she was and yet she was ordering him around at her call.
"Nno...c condom…" He mustered, weakly failing to detain her wrists.
"Oh, so you want me to say it?" She stared into him and he froze. Stanley didn't even know what he was running from or what she would say, but he knew it was what he wanted to avoid the most. "So let me ride you." Where had her clothes gone? When had they disappeared? She pressed her thighs on top of his and- Oh no. She wouldn't. She couldn't. He bit harshly onto his lip as her lips made contact with his member. She started sliding up and down him and he felt this white fear capture his soul. It replaced his inner organs and muscles with the upcoming dread. She slowly sank onto him and as he felt himself enter the more real the situation became for his dissociative state. She slammed down the rest of him and he choked on his breath. She was complaining and couldn't stop squirming, and while this situation became more real in his mind he felt everything but his senses leave him.
He couldn't help it when his hips jerked forward, he lost it to everything. He pushed her against the bed and lost what remained of his dignity. No one was home to hear their little girl scream like no tomorrow. It was exactly like she planned.