Page 68 of Yours to Break

“Thanks,” he murmured as I handed over the warm mug.

“Drink a little, precious.”

Oliver sat up slowly, cradling the tea in both hands. He looked so soft like this, cheeks still flushed from the warmth of the house, eyes heavy but content. Hudson appeared a moment later, flipping off the overhead light and settling on the other side of the bed.

I tugged off my shirt and slid in next to Oliver, who immediately shifted to sit between my legs, his back pressed against my chest. Hudson leaned against the headboard next to me with his phone, absently running his fingers through Oliver’s hair.

Oliver sighed, “I love you.”

We both replied, “I love you, too.”

* * *

I woke up to a warm, wet suction on my cock. Reaching under the covers, my hand tangled in Oliver’s soft brown hair.

“Mmm, good morning, pet,” I said sleepily, resulting in Oliver’s eyes lazily blinking open to gaze up at me. His half-lidded, glazed look was like an aphrodisiac. My fingers raked through his curls, my palm putting gentle pressure on the top of his head, urging him to swallow me deeper. He hummed around my dick, causing delicious vibrations.

I rolled my head to the side, searching for my brother.

Hudson was still asleep, oblivious to what was happening.

“God,” I groaned, “I fucking love your mouth. Do you need some cum in your belly? Oh,goodboy. That’s it. Perfect little cocksucker.” I began to thrust into his mouth, fucking it, earning whines and gurgles around my length. His lips looked obscene stretched so widely around my cock. “I’m close, baby. How long were you working my cock while I was asleep? Fuck.”

Beside us, Hudson shifted slightly in the sheets, still asleep. Oliver lunged forward, taking me all the way down his throat. The tight channel spasmed around me, and that was it.

“Here, pet—drink it down! Fuck! Don’t waste a drop.”

Oliver moaned, swallowing my load diligently. His tongue wrapped around my shaft, greedily licking up every last taste of my cum. Finally, he popped off, breathing hard but looking absolutely blissful. He placed a small kiss to the head of my cock, then laid his head down to rest on my upper thigh.

“Thank you, little one. What a perfect way to start your Master’s day.” I threw a thoughtful glance over to my brother once more, finding him still asleep. “Be a good boy and wake up Master Hudson, too, Ollie.”

Oliver licked his lips, peeking lustfully over at Hudson. “Okay,” he purred, raising to his knees to reposition himself between my twin’s legs.

Once settled, he moaned, mouthing at Hudson’s morning wood through his sweats. As he took a long breath, taking in my brother’s scent where it was the strongest, his eyes rolled back, and a whimper left his throat.

Oliver’s fingers hooked around Hudson’s waistband, slowly pulling them down to reveal his prize. Hudson hardly ever wore underwear, so as soon as his grey sweatpants had been lowered, his hard, straining cock slapped Oliver’s chin.

“Good morning,” Oliver whispered, pressing his pink tongue into Hudson’s slit.

“I hope you said good morning to my dick too, baby,” I joked, contently leaning on my side to take in the show.

Oliver huffed out a little chuckle. “I did. It’s a very important step.”

“Mhm, I’m sure,” I replied sarcastically.

Oliver blushed, smiling at me bashfully, before returning to his task. He took Hudson’s reddish-purple tip into his mouth, moaning around it.

Hudson’s hips bucked up a little, instinctively seeking the hot and slick hole Oliver was offering. Oliver took him deeper, working up and down the length of his cock.

It was maybe a minute or two before my twin’s eyes fluttered open and his hands found Oliver’s bobbing head.

Hudson groaned, voice rough with sleep, “Hi, sweetheart.” Oliver’s eyes flicked up to find his. “Suck a little harder—yes, just like that. Good boy.”

“Our pet woke up by himself and must’ve gotten lonely,” I said.

Hudson chuckled, “I can see that.”

“He’s such a whore for cum. Isn’t that right, pet?”

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