Barely!

My father holds my head down on his meat, and I swallow mindlessly around him as best I can. I roll my tongue against his balls, servicing them even as they pump their seed into my throat. My eyes flutter helplessly against the hair at his base.

Breathlessly, I swallow repeatedly on him, taking his seed into my belly. My fingers flex on the cock in either hand while I continue to stroke them both, pumping smoothly, slower now that my father isn't skull-fucking me and is just unloading.

My lungs burn as he holds my head firmly in place, bucking his hips with urgency. I can feel the pulsing getting weaker, though, even as I feel myself growing weak, my vision hazy. When he pulls out, I gasp loudly for air, swallowing the last.

I slump a bit, catching my breath until my little brother grabs my hair and yanks as I hear Dad stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping up. As I gasp in pain from the harsh yank, Lucas' cock shoves into my mouth, and he starts moving.

His hand drags my head up and pushes it down, up and then down, as he starts to roll his hips. I moan softly, now that I'm no longer being suffocated on my father's cock. My throat stretches, sliding up and down Lucas' prick as he controls me.

I suck as hard as I can, grinding my tongue against his underside and swallowing on him each time my lips reach his hilt. I can hear my little brother breaking the kiss to moan softly, “Fuck, your dumb fag is so good. Surprised it's still breathing.”

“I got lucky, it's basically brainless, made it easy to train,” Jamie replies, “Isn't that right, faggot? Moan on your little bro's dick if you're nothing but a stupid, mindless faggot.” I moan softly, worshipping my younger brother's rod as it uses me.

Lucas groans in answer, tightening the fingers of the hand in my hair as he starts to pump my mouth faster and harder, slowly picking up speed. He's not as verbal as Dad, or as rough, yet, but he's still using me like I'm nothing but a sleeve.