Bran's Home Life

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

It was very late by the time Bran stomped back to his lackluster abode. The dilapidated tenement building, located in a district just barely above the slums, had been a place of refuge for Bran and his family, their parents having immigrated from Ba Sing Se.

The apartment Bran had grown up in was gone with his parents but he’d been shacking up with his Aunt for about two years now.

Aunt Ina’s place wasn’t very big, but it had managed to squeeze in four occupants during the last few years. His aunt had taken him in after money had all but run dry from his pockets. Only permitting the sinner to crash on the futon out of respect for her late sister, Bran’s mother.

As Bran laid down on his futon he found it far more uncomfortable than he was expecting. The sharp sting of a fashion device he’d never bothered with previously was jamming into his ear as he lay on his side. Quickly he removed the left side earring and placed it on the little table next to him, which was the only bit of furniture bar the futon he was still allowed.

Going back to head on pillow, Bran couldn’t help but think about Ina. Their arrangement had always been rather strange, considering he called her aunt while being roughly only five years older than him. His grandmother having had her two kids at rather different ages.

If Bran was to admit deep personal issues to a therapist then he may have said the lack of mother figure in his life combined with the attractive woman only a few years older than him had made his attraction towards aunty Ina rather unavoidable. The woman’s rather ample posterior, combined with a lovely calm tone to her words, made the image of flipping up her skirt and eating the best meal she’d ever made a thought that had driven many trips to Kavita’s.
He’d have probably stuck around the house more if it wasn’t for his cousin.

Tori was a bitch. Almost the complete opposite to her mother, a shrill woman with big tits and a bigger temper. Often yelling at Bran for breathing the same air as her, she’d somehow not inherited her mom’s big ass, the younger woman was **** for Bran and her mother to leave the apartment. Wanting to get her own family started with her muscled waterbender boyfriend more than caring about her current family members. The sooner Bran was dead and Ina was in a care home, the better for her.
Which is why it wasn’t a surprise when Tori was already looming over Bran as he laid his head back down on the futon.

“Why you back so late?”

He opened one eye to see her in just a tight bra and cocked pantied hips, then closed his eye again, “Was out.”

“Yeah, duh. You woke me and Rivrar up.” Tori snapped back, “Aren’t you going to apologise?”

“Fckoff…” He mumbled with a yawn, too tired to even argue.

The foot in his chest wanted to argue though, “Oi! I said apologise!”

“Ow!” He whined from the bruised rib, “You really shouldn’t have done that you bitch. I was going to wait until the morning to mess with you, but lemme guess… the reason you’re so pissed at me right now is because you normally kiss this great massive pussy-destroyer goodnight?”

Tori sneered at the big idiot as he stated the obvious like it was some huge revelation that was going to get back at her somehow. Maybe if he was going to tell Rivrar about her late night rendezvous with her real love. But they both knew he wasn't going to do that. He was just the big dumb beast of burden who had to carry her lover around. The one calling the shots was the muscular monster cock between his legs and he wasn't going to let anything get between him and his favorite pussy.

With a haughty smirk, Tori taunted him, her voice dripping with contempt. "Fuckin’ hell Bran, you absolute ruddy simpleton.” Her foot landed on the futon as he rolled his eyes at her.
Her voice was rather bratty, mirroring her lack of proper education, but still seemed very presumptuous that she was the smartest thing in the room. As was everything Tori did, it mostly just ended up as annoying.

“You really think you have any control over this fucking situation? You're just a pathetic little pawn, a vessel for your penis. That’s it! If you didn’t have this exquisite pleasure giver," she sneered, emphasizing her disdain for him even while gesturing to his cock. "Then you’d have nothing. This magnificent beast between your legs is the only reason I even tolerate your presence. Rivrar would have thrown you out fucking years ago if I didn’t need to tuck in that pussy destroyer every night. It's the true master, and it won't let anything come between us."

He just let out a guffaw and goggled at her with that big bovine face of his. Her stupidity only as entertaining as the pretty nice body she had on her. She imagined more than a few of those words had been too big for the cretin, but Rivrar would have understood it easily.

Tori’s gaze wandered down the immense bulge running down his right pantleg. She licked her lips, her womanhood already turning to liquid heat at the sight of him. She couldn't deny the allure, the temptation it held over her. It was a primal **** that consumed her thoughts, rendering her boyfriend Rivrar and any semblance of loyalty to him insignificant in comparison.

“Why have I never titfucked you…” She mumbled in awe at the size. Considering her double d’s it should have been fairly common, though she didn’t give it much thought. Tori's gaze hardened as she looked back at Bran but there was a wicked glint in her eyes as she saw him struggling to keep his eyes open. The sooner he went to bed the sooner she got some alone time with the actually important one, "Hmph, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with the true object of my affection. You can nurse your bruised ego while I surrender to the pleasures that await me."

His response was to undo the front of his pants and wave a hand at her and she grinned and she lurched forward. She smashed her breasts against his groin as she reached around and dug her arms between his body and the cushion. Even in her frantic state, she knew the exact amount of strength to get his pants off around that huge muscular butt of his, purpose built for driving her lover long and deep and forever how long it wanted to, and she heaved and pulled. Standing up she tore them entirely off his legs and flung them to the corner of the room.

Then she feasted her eyes on the mass of thick cockmeat that took up nearly all the space between his hairy thighs like a truncated third leg. The mammoth shaft curved over the substantial bulk of the leathery sac, stretched tight with the weight and sheer breeding power of the nuts, which casually **** Bran’s legs to spread to accommodate their mass.

Kneeling between them, Tori felt a hint of irritation as her skin came into contact with his legs, but the intoxicatingly rich and thick aroma that wafted from the groin, filling her nose with its captivating scent, was as addicting as always.

She gave another deep inhale, smelling the musky, masculine scent of her lover as a whole, the potent aroma of a cock who had been haulled through a day's work in the city's factories. A scent that seemed to carry a certain kind of aura and energy that seemed to set her heart aflutter, to stir her loins and bring forth a warm liquid to coat her inner thighs.

“Goodnight my perfect angel, I love you so much…” She whispered to the penis. Then interacting with Bran in the most tender way she ever had before, with a sensual motherly kiss right on his rubbery purple cockhead. In her muddled mind, the big dribble of precum that emanated was her new lover’s way of saying ‘I love you too’, and so she gently suckled it down her throat and smiled.

Tori continued to hang mostly off the futon as she climbed up kissing her cousin’s cock. The smudged blue lipmarks from one of today’s women meant nothing to her. If anything it just provided her guidance of where the pussy destroyer liked to be kissed. She’d barely made it anywhere close to the base before his cock began diving into her cleavage, a perfect location for Tori who moaned at her lover’s instincts. It let her snuggle it even more while continuing to bathe the sleeping giant with more smooches.
The hardness was starting to pick up, but Bran had also begun snoring his gross disgusting loud car noises he called ‘breathing’.

“Just how many pussies did you destroy today, hmmm?” she cooed against the flared ridge of his cockhead, fingers stroking the almost flawless bell shape of it. A face about a million times more handsome than Bran’s (and Rivrar’s too).

He couldn’t give her the number, if the idiot attached to him had been awake he’d be all too happy to brag and lay claim to conquests that rivaled the great Aang himself. If she had to guess, based on the unique tastes that accompanied the fairly standard flavors of sweat, smegma, and precum; four was the number of women lain with. Given Bran’s base ambitions they were most likely all whores but she reveled in the knowledge that this mighty member, the true conqueror of pleasure, had undoubtedly embarked on a grand adventure this day, obliterating the barriers of satisfaction with every passionate encounter.

She shook her hips, raised buttocks twerking in a lewd manner. The tight fitting black panties did nothing to stop her juices from flowing, soaking the crotch of her panties.

It was Tori’s addiction. It was her driving ****. Kissing Bran’s cock goodnight was almost more important than her bulky waterbending boyfriend, she could spend all night locked on this cock.

Which is a good attitude to have because Bran rolled over in his sleep.

“MMBLRPH!” Tori squawked, her head suddenly trapped underneath a thick sweaty leg. He was treating her as a pillow, a sort of headlock that would win the pro-wrestling matches they hold for non-benders. The short haired brunette still had her pouty lips around Bran’s cockhead, the rubbery hood having been jammed inside to block her from making much noise. Even when she tried to yell and scream, “BRRN! BRRRNNNN!” the combined muffler of cock in mouth and head between thick thighs was impossible to get through to him.

She tried to slap him, to tear his leg away from her head, to get any semblance of freedom from his collapsed form but to no avail. It was quickly becoming apparent to Tori that she’d be between her cousin’s legs the rest of the night.

And… she was surprisingly okay with that.

It was the perfect excuse to not stop kissing such a wonderful pussy destroyer. Already she could tell it felt the same as a river of precum began seeping into her mouth, filling her mouth so wonderfully that she took the time to really soak in the taste before swallowing it down her throat. Though as soon as she did more began filling her up again. It wouldn’t be much of a restful night for her, but she honestly couldn’t think of a better position to be in.

Ina and Rivrar were fast asleep, and her early-rising mother or Bran would wake up and free her head in the morning before her boyfriend finished with his wake up meditation in her room which meant she could be ‘saying goodnight’ to Bran’s cock for hours now. Free to just tongue it, clean it, and suckle on her cousin as long as she wanted. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could even taste the forbidden fruits of non-pre’d-cum. Though asleep the magnificent cock in her mouth was still getting harder by the second.

Perhaps it was the unadulterated glee, or perhaps it was the lack of clean air being assaulted by such a powerful stench in her mouth and nose, but Tori actually found herself creaming her own panties fairly soon after Bran rolled over. Drenching them and the end of Bran’s futon from her mini-orgasm.

In the dead of night of this tiny abode, the only sounds that could be heard were gentle suckling followed by intermittent swallowing.