John & Riley at the dinner table

"Thank you..." Riley blends the two tones of brotherly love and sexual satisfaction.

Your brother has always thought fondly of you; never would you have expected that he'd take it this far. You can't quite rationalize that this isn't a dream, only that you know you want to do it again. A moment with your thoughts is all you'd need, but, even without the realistic social taboos standing in your way now, the universe finds another curve-ball to keep you and Riley apart, if only for the moment.

"Dinner!" your mother rings from downstairs.

Riley is off you in a second flat, shooting out the bedroom door buck-naked, clothes in hand. You're unsure if this privilege allows you the same immodesty as your brother, instead taking your time to get dressed before following suit. Turning the staircase, you catch your brother hop-legged, trying to get his foot through each pant leg by the kitchen doorway. You aren't sure, maybe it was the endorphins, the confidence overshadowing the tryst with your brother -- what comes out of your mouth next half-jokingly puts a twist at the dinner table.

"Leave your pants off during dinner."

Leaving space for speculation, a curl on Riley's brow quickly turns to bouncing enthusiasm, shucking them towards the front door as he charges into the kitchen with little more than the undies around his waist. You share a quizzical glance to your mother on the other side of the doorway, who seems to think this isn't anything more than business as usual.

Turning for the dinner table, you glance toward Riley, restlessly adjusting in his seat as he meets your gaze. Based on your mother's previous reaction, you don't expect her to react too negatively to what might happen; but you're certainly experiencing a sense of stage fright with an audience abound. She sets a few aromatic dishes on the center table, leaving you and Riley to fend for yourself as she grabs glasses from the nearby cabinet. Riley beams at you enticingly, expecting the world.

"Mom?" you blurt out.

"Yes, John?"

"Would, um... would it be alright if I had sex with Riley at the dinner table?"

Better to first face a mother's scorn over embarrassing words than to drop trow in full view. You take that Riley is onboard simply by how giggly he's gets when you lay it out like that; it's difficult to take yourself too seriously. In spite of your question, your mother simply raises an eyebrow ambivalently, like it's not an inappropriate thing to ask.

"Um, that's fine John. You know you don't have to ask me for permission, right?"

All bets are off. Just like that, you're home free to have your way with your brother. Nodding at your mother's answer, you glance back over toward Riley, who is practically sweating at the anticipation of it. You waltz over, and to Riley's surprise turn him and his chair off-kilter. Now facing the breakfast nook, you play with the seam of Riley's underwear, pulling it down just enough to expose the femboy's rosy ass crack. Without so much as a warning, you dive in to Riley's hole.

"Mmmfph!"

Riley squeaks as you prod him with your assortment of internet tricks. He breathlessly mutters sweet nothings about his big brother, taking the nearby chair cushion to scream into, and taken by how generous you are snacking along his buttocks. You take hold of his shoulders and bring him close-quarters, he eyes you over his shoulder, enticingly. Despite his virginity, Riley couldn't have been more ready back there. He'd get your cock in by sheer willpower alone if he had to. Leveling out, you bear your full weight on your younger brother, as he uses the acquired cushion for support while sinking further toward the table's surface. Again, you assess and prod his hole with your cock-head, feeling him slowly relax over time and allowing you to get another inch in. Riley's trembling shakes the entire table, causing the water glasses just put down to haphazardly splash onto the table cloth below. You groan as you sink all the way inside your brother, then pull back out slowly. He squeals from the sensations, but his beckoning continues. You pick up speed, beginning to jostle your brother against the less-than-stellar craftsmanship of the dining room table, causing a slight angle as you penetrate deeper.

"Ohhh!" Riley coos, fingernails digging deeper into the table cloth.

You put a hand on his head, pushing him down next to the mashed potatoes, clenching his hair as you full-**** your cock expediently into his hole. Another loud yelp from Riley sends shivers up your body, you can do nothing but thrill more effort into each pump. Your mother, out of the corner of your eye is practically cheering you on -- in her own way. Endearingly looking up from her plate every now and then with a quaint smile, like you and Riley were just how the two of you were supposed to turn out. Or, you don't know, that she's glad the two of you get along so well. It didn't sound like it though, with Riley seizing up in unison with each thrust, his moans now sounding close to a brutal ****; and in a way, it was.

"Oh! I'm coming!!!" Riley shouts in surprise, curling from the pleasure he's feeling.

You aren't far behind. With a final couple of pumps, you push deep into him as you release your pent-up fantasies and frustration. You paralyze inside his hole while it happens, Riley wiggling and squeezing his ass to ensure every drop stays inside him. Dazed, you sink down against your brother, kissing him on his shoulder, and neck. He cranes his head back and you share a pleasant kiss before he closes his eyes in blissful contentment. You grab a napkin and place under his hole as you begin to pull out, letting whatever cum remaining avoid the carpet.