This time, he didn’t stop moving, and Desmond was soon made aware he could indeed, go again. But on Desmond’s thirteenth birthday, after celebrating with his parents, he tried something he’d wanted to do for years. The more videos he watched, the harder he became, until he was brimming over with lust. Desmond’s body was on fire, for him, the world narrowed to his brother’s mouth, and tongue, which was running itself in and out of his body, lubricating places that didn’t normally lubricate themselves. From his place on the ground, he saw his brother’s face begin to move, as if the muscles were resettling. Desmond opened his mouth to speak, but his words turned to babbles and his hands scrabbled at the ground as he came to a monumental climax. Lyle’s body began to move as if it were underwater, and every inch of him began to grow. Their parents never knew what’d happened, neither brother told anyone. Lyle slowly lowered his head, as the spurting slowed and eventually stopped. Desmond slid his legs to his brother’s waist, and Lyle responded by gently easing himself in his little brother’s body. He had sandy brown shoulder length hair on his head, and nowhere else. His favorite was hentai, something about the squeals the little women made bothered him so deliciously.
