Carter and Vince were twin brothers, and the best of friends. Their incredible bond confused everyone else around them, thinking they were ‘involved’ with each other. However, they didn’t care. Now seniors, they played baseball together for the high school team, jammed in a band together, even shared a bedroom still. Vince always loved to remind Carter that he is the older by thirteen minutes, and was clearly a bit more outgoing than his quiet, reserved brother. Now, Brad and Thad were also brothers. However, they were the opposite of Carter and Vince. Outwardly, they had no love for each other, and in fact would roughhouse often in public. Yet, privately, they were going hot and heavy every night. They were the school bullies, big wrestler jocks who terrorized everyone they met; and they used their wrestling to every advantage. Unfortunately, these terrible two had come across a grimoire 5 feet below their backwoods country farm. Inside it, a majority of the text was unreadable. And yet, the only page that was decipherable was ‘carmine in possessionem,’ or the spell of possession. After using Google Translate, they realized exactly what kind of mischief they were going to get into.
Carter and Vince were walking home from winning the big game, and they were clearly ecstatic. “Well dude, I think we did just fine,” said Vince, tossing his arm around his ‘little’ bro, beaming with pride.
“Yeah, man. You knocked that home run like it was meant to be!” Carter pined. They turned onto the back alleyway leading to their home, the sides of the street lined with garages, cars, and garbage cans. It wasn’t until they were outside their own garage that they noticed they were being followed. Immediately, the two gigantic silhouettes identified themselves as Thad and Brad.
“Hey, faggots. Nice home run tonight, faggot. You swing a lot in your brother’s batter box?” Vince began to run toward Thad, who stood there clearly unphased. Right as he was about to take a swing at Thad’s smug jaw, he stopped in his tracks, frozen. Carter stood shaking, terrified for his brother’s well being. Calling out his name held no sway with him. He could barely make out Thad whispering into his ear. With that, Vince turned and stood astute before his brother, completely entranced.
“I’m fine, you faggot.” Vince said with no inflection whatsoever. “Why don’t you get over here and suck my giant musky cock?” Carter teared up a bit, confused by his brother’s hurtful words. Thad and Chad began to slowly walk towards him, throwing their arms around Vince’s shoulder.
“Yeah, Carter. Don’t keep him waiting.” Chad said, with malice in his eyes. Thad raised up Vince’s dark gray shirt and took a giant whiff of his armpits. “Whoa, man. Do you guys not shower after you fuck in the locker room? He totally reeks.” Carter knew that something was terribly wrong. His brother would never speak to him like that, and never let anyone manhandle him.
“What did you do to him?” He shouted, his voice audibly quivering. Chad laughed, and looked at his brother knowingly.
“He’s our bitch now. He does what we tell him, when we tell him. But honestly, Carter, we want more.” Thad smirked and turned the seemingly braindead Vince toward him, as Chad rubbed his meaty hands together. The sight was more than ominous: the two gigantic, buff twins, flanking his brother. In a split second, everything changed. Chad took his gigantic arms and thrust them into his brothers back, his body giving way to Chad’s force. Chad moaned a few “oh yeahs,” and continued working his way into Vince’s significantly smaller frame. Carter stood petrified with fear, unable to scream or even breathe. As the last of Chad’s monstrous body was sucked into Vince’s with a loud, wet ‘schloop,’ Carter threw up all over the side street. Vince looked at his brother with a malignant smirk, and began to passionately make out with Thad. Groping and tugging and licking. Eventually, Vince turned back to his brother, and shouted, “Hey Carter, check this out!” He grasped Thad by the shoulders and pulled him into a bear hug. Carter could see his brother’s body absorbing Thad now, pulling the arms and legs into his own, as if he were a costume. The moaning and screaming from the clearly euphoric scene became so loud the neighborhood began to turn on their lights. Thad was enveloped completely in minutes. Eventually, Carter could not hold in his terror anymore. He fell to his knees, and cried out his brother’s name.
Striding over to Carter, Vince licked his lips, clearly not in control of himself. “What do you think, Carts? I feel filled to the brim. I was worried for a minute, about those two gigantic guys getting into my skinny ass faggot body. But I feel so tight inside. Maybe you could help your big bro loosen up a bit?” Carter stared into his brother’s eyes, no longer the beautiful light green they used to be, but one colored dark brown, and the other hazel: Thad and Chad’s eyes. He felt lost, and confused. However, the strangely soothing feeling from his brother’s velvety voice being so forceful suddenly became so intoxicating. Vince tightly grasped his brother’s face, and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, his tongue invading Carter’s mouth. With every touch, Carter felt himself floating away, lost in the moment. By the time Vince pulled away, all that was left of Carter was an obedient, pliant shell. He had no will of his own, no thoughts of his own. “There we go, little brother. Now time for dinner.” Pulling Carter from the ground, Vince pulled down his pants and stuck Carter’s face in between his smelly, sweaty ass cheeks. The neighbors now watching from their windows, as the Carter ate his brother’s ass, Vince moaning in pleasure. Now the two barely go to school, Vince makes enough money from the insane drug deals he makes as a thug, always accompanied by his silent and ever obedient little brother.
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