Description: As I woke up this morning feeling good, refreshed, I realized it was the day that my brothers, stepdad and I had to work on packing the house to sell. I look at it as a new beginning for our stepfamily. My two brothers and I have all left home, gotten jobs, and are building our own lives and our stepdad simply does not need the huge house any longer, opting for a smaller one that will work when we all gather. As the middle of three sons, I see myself more and more as the peacemaker. Today was no different. Our stepdad kindly made breakfast for us, actually scrambling some eggs and toast. It was heartwarming and I was delighted at the gesture. Stevie and I were helping ourselves to the eggs and stepdad sat down to be with us. Then when our older stepbrother Josh came in, he did not sit down, telling us that we needed to get moving to clear out the storage shed. Our stepdad said it would be fine and that we can go once we have finished eating. Slightly perturbed at Josh, I told him “chill out, I can’t remember the last time Stepdad made us breakfast like this, I want to enjoy it”. Josh tells us “This isn’t a B&B. We aren’t here to mooch off of his hospitality”. I swear that sometimes I believe that Josh would be best suited as a drill sergeant. I asked him “what’s your problem”? Josh said that he didn't sleep well last night and he could not understand how Stevie and I could sleep on that trundle bed, that same one that Stevie and I grew up using. Hmmm…little did he know that the old childhood trundle bed saw a lot of sex last night. That was probably the reason that both Stevie and I were in such great moods this morning. A great fuck does wonders for helping men to sleep their best! But Josh could not understand how we could sleep like that, saying “it’s just weird”. Our Stepdad came to our rescue and told Josh to leave us alone. Stepdad came through the dining room where we were packing and said that he and Josh would be back home around lunch time, leaving Stevie and me with several hours of time alone. I walked around behind Stevie, rubbed his shoulder and he knew what I wanted. Of course, I always want sex. Stevie was concerned that there is so much to pack. I told him that we have all summer to throw away old stuff. Stevie and I started with some light kissing while removing the packing in progress off the table. I noticed that every time we got ready to kiss, he gave me a small, sweet smile, making me realize deep-down that we really did bond with each other like never before. As we came together at the side of the table, it was Stevie that upped the game by kissing harder, deeper. Then… Silently, Stevie goes down to his knees, unzips and pulls down my pants, sniffing, smelling my man funk, especially after the fucking we did last night and without a shower in between, he had to be smelling a blend of his own man pussy juices plus my cum, pee, and sweat, the natural aphrodisiac of the sex gods. I must have tasted good to him because he began sucking me right away without holding back. YES! Stevie had me moaning so loud, I was glad we had this time to be ourselves, no holding back, because I love loud, raunchy sex. I got Stevie to turn around and lean back against the table, I pulled down his pants and underwear and BANG, the same scents, the funk smell of our rendezvous from last night hit me which were a total turn-on. I dove in and licked, tongued, and sucked on his t-dick and special hole. I must have been a good student, learning how to orally please him. His moans were amazing. I know I am learning, possibly some of that came from the girls I fucked. Stevie moved up, laying back on the dining room table, I slowly slid my dick into his man pussy. Both of us were moaning in pleasure as I started moving in and out. It is a good thing that stepdad and Josh were not around because we were not quiet in sex. Oooooos and Ahhhhhs could be heard throughout the house. I kept going, pushing in a little deeper as time went on, hoping to help Stevie stretch himself to take larger cocks. I wanted to try something new with him, so I pulled out, moved over to a dining room chair and motioned him over to take a seat on the chair of pleasure. He immediately came over, straddled my legs, and slid down. This felt great with a different angle of entry. Amazing! Stevie and I kissed as he rode me. And in between, I told him “you feel so good little bro”, and he did! Stevie quickly learned that gyrating his hips around added to his own pleasure, alternating between that and bouncing up and down. Oh, how sweet it was. We fucked like this for quite a while making even more noise than before, but loving my baby stepbrother, more and more. Before this visit at home with my baby stepbrother, I never would have believed sex with a transman could be so amazing, but now I know. It can be friggin awesome! Stevie pulled off of me and we moved back over to the dining room table where he laid back, opened his legs wide, moving to the edge. I knew what he wanted and slid back in, moving in and out, and noticed that I was going in the deepest I had ever gone. We both loved it and by the sounds we were making, there would be no doubt what was happening, in the house, the neighborhood, hell, even among the dead. The crescendo of our ecstasy was evident and I could feel my orgasm coming soon and Stevie was there as well. When I came, I pulled out and spread my cum all over his lower torso. Afterwards, our post-coital kiss was a very sweet bonding of two brothers.

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