First You Have a Little Family Reunion

"I just saw the barn. You really know what you’re doing with those animals. And is that dinner I smell? You’ve gone above and beyond what I’ve asked, and it warms me to tell you how refreshing it is to meet such an honest, hardworking young man. I got you some clothes that should fit, but there is someone I should introduce you to first," said your dad, putting down some shirts and pants and undergarments. You wonder who he could be referring to, but then a large man walks in and you instantly know who it is. How could you not, it's Michael, you're older brother of about two years. God, he's more muscular than the last time you saw him, with a nice helping of facial hair, and a domineering posture that makes your little dicklet hard.

"The name is Michael" your brother said putting out his hand for a shake. His grip is strong and hard, and just the simple non-sexual touch makes shivers run down your back and your knees want to buckle. How had you managed to end up with such a hot dad and brother?

You replid with your fake name and then led the two men to the table where you had prepared dinner. You were only expecting it to be you and your dad though, your brother was a warrior and a bounty hunter of sorts. You ran into him every once in a while, but you barely had any kind of relationship with him since you were a teen. Now you want a different kind of relationship, one involving his dick up your ass.

Three of you ate the meal that you had cooked. There was gossip about the goings on in the town, as your father and brother indulged in too much mead. You only had one pint, which was far too much given your new smaller size and lack of much muscle or fat. Your brother drank enough for two men though. You didn't add a whole lot to the conversation, it was hard to think clearly when your dick was so hard and the desire to be dominated by these two men was consuming you. At one point you nearly blurted out them to bend you over this table and tag team your ass.

Somewhere along the line the little party moved to around the fireplace. Your brother had disrobed to his undergarments, and your drunken father had fully disrobbed. You could see the shape of your dad’s entire cock and balls and it made you have to fight the urge to finger yourself as you observed the naked man who was involved in your very conception. He was free to try and conceive in your ass, you thought before you could stop yourself. You were starting to wonder if this was part of the curse. Had the witch not only made you gay, but a full-fledged slut?

Your dad could tell you were staring at him and he smiled.

There were only two chairs over by the fireplace, so Michael requested that you sit with him, or more percisely on his lap. You could feel his hardened member through the fabrics. You knew your brother wasn't that way, or at least he hadn't been attracted to men the last you checked. But then you thought back to the soliders at the gate, and the men you passed in town on your way here. They all looked at you like a piece of sexual meat, even though you doubt they were homosexual either. Your mind wondered about the curse again. Was this another side effect? Did the curse make the men around you lust for your body no matter their orientation? Was that was going on here?

Your brother moved his hand so that it was lying over your concealed groin.

"So, father here says that not only are you good at blacksmithing and animal care, but that you work as a prostitute for men?" Your brother said, causing your cheeks to go crimson as you answered with a simple yes. You were glad that neither of them knew your real identity. "How much would you charge a man like me for your services?" He continued on.

"Oh, not a cent for you or your father. It would be the least I could do for you letting me stay and work here," you replied. Your father has passed out in his chair and was lightly snoring.

"Then why don't we take this to the bed?" Michael said. He stood up, holding you in his arms as if you were no heavier than a doll and walked over to the bed where he placed you down. You wanted him to fuck you, to dominate you so badly, but could you really go through with this?