"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...!" John was saying over and over again as he was naked on the bed, laying on his back as Mycroft was pounding into him harder than before as John's breasts bounces with the rhythm of Mycroft's thrusts.
Mycroft, who was panting and sweaty above him, leaned forward John and he sucked on the areola of each nipple making John moan. Mycroft grabs John to sit him up as he was now riding on Mycroft's cock as Mycroft sat back, watching John ride him.
Mycroft was enthralled by John's breasts bouncing up and down as he moved one of his hands and grabbed one of the breasts and squeezed. John groaned as he began to pick up the pace and Mycroft was holding his hips in place with his other hand.
Mycroft flicks the areola of the nipple as John moaned in pleasure. "Shit, Mycroft," John said breathlessly as Mycroft grabs John's cock. John gasped as Mycroft began to move his hand up and down the hard length of the cock.
"My, if you keep that up, I'll be cuming soon," John warned panting.
Mycroft stopped his manipulation as well as John's movements on riding his cock. John whined as he got off from Mycroft and he was now facing the bed on all fours. Mycroft licked his lips as he knelt down in front of John's ass and he knelt forward and began to lick the hole with his tongue.
Mycroft licked John for a minute or two before his tongue was replaced with his cock. Without any warning at all, Mycroft thrusted his cock making John screamed. The scream was replaced by pleasure as Mycroft watches John's breasts move down below.
He couldn't help himself as he thrusted harder and harder as Mycroft leans forward John, grabs his sensitive breasts and squeezed each one as he thrusted. John was moaning uncontrollably until he felt Mycroft's hand on his breasts and that was when he came with a shout. Mycroft pounded a bit more as he came as well inside John.
John snuggled against Mycroft as Myroft was laying down behind John and was playing with John's breasts with one of his hands. "You really like them, don't you?" John asked breathlessly.
John felt Mycroft nod behind him, "It gotten bigger since the Magnussen case," he said pleased.
"Maybe we could make it permanent," Mycroft suggested.
"Mycroft, I got these by accident. I'm not a woman," John said slowly.
"I know you're not, John," Mycroft said.
"You wish for me to be a woman though," John said.
Mycroft was so startled as he stopped playing with John's breasts, "Of course not! I love you the way you are, John," he said as he kissed him at the back of the head.
"Then why do you want to keep these breasts?" John asked.
"I...I really don't know, John. I love you," Mycroft said.
John sighed, "Yes well, I have to stop chasing criminals and going to the clinic now. People are going to start wondering why I have breasts," he said sadly.
"An unfortunate event for my brother," Mycroft said slowly.
"I wonder how his going to take it, since I hadn't seen him since Christmas Day," John said slowly.
The day after the Magnussen case, John had noticed that his breasts had gotten bigger. He was so shocked that when Mycroft had come home from work, he had showed it to him. Mycroft was clearly enthusiastic about it but John was in frantic mode.
The two men decided that John would quit his job until the baby was born and that every time he goes and visit Sherlock, a car would be waiting for him so that he doesn't need to hail a cab. With Anthea's help, John was able to buy some proper bra sizes and that he found out he was a C-cup size.
It was New Year's Eve when John finally decided to go and visit Sherlock. He found Sherlock in the living room, as he was sitting on the desk and watching the video feed of Moriarty over and over again.
"Did you found anything yet?" John asked.
Sherlock humphed, "No, I haven't. Although..." he didn't finished as he looks up at John, surprised.
"Something wrong?" John asked as he sat down at his chair.
"You...You've gotten bigger," Sherlock said surprised.
"Yea, I noticed," John said looking down at himself.
"Knowing my brother, he has a kink for large breasts," Sherlock said returning back to his attention to the laptop.
"Wait, what?" John asked surprised.
"Isn't that right, Sherrinford? Our middle brother has a kink for large breasts," Sherlock said to the man that just came inside.
John turns around and saw a taller man than Sherlock. He was much taller than either Holmes brothers, however his features were almost like Mycroft's as if he were his identical twin. The only difference was that he wore glasses and he didn't have an umbrella on him to twirl.
"Another brother?" John asked gasping.
"Sherrinford Holmes, I am the eldest brother of Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes. I am seven-years-older than Mycroft," Sherrinford said with a smile.
"How come I never heard about Sherrinford before?" John asked surprised.
"Overdue long past history, to be short, Sherrinford had been serving his time in jail," Sherlock said without looking at either of them.
"I was going to visit Mycroft in the office first, but I wanted to see my littlest brother first," Sherrinford said as he sat on the couch. "By the way John, congratulations on having a baby daughter. She will take over you rather than my brother," Sherrinford said.
"What? How?" John asked blinking.
"I am much better in deduction rather than my two brothers. Do you want to see some more, John Watson-Holmes?" Sherrinford asked smiling.
"I..." John didn't know what to say to that as if he doesn't know if he should trust Sherrinford or not.