The Homeowner’s Son: Open House
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 17: Wednesday Night – Brothers
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17: Wednesday Night – Brothers - Nineteen-year-old Jack thought the construction workers renovating his father’s house were just there to do a job. He was wrong. What starts as lingering stares and crude comments quickly escalates into something much filthier — sweaty, raw, and addictive. Behind closed doors, Jack finds himself pulled deeper into the crew’s world… and into his own family’s darkest desires. A story of blue-collar lust, gangbangs, breeding, and forbidden craving.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction Incest Son Brother Father Uncle Nephew Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex
Ryan followed Jack upstairs to his bedroom. The hallway still smelled like sex. Jack’s room was a disaster---the sheets were stiff with dried cum, the air heavy with the scent of dozens of men.
Jack sat on the edge of his bed, looking small and soft in his clean white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked exactly like the sweet little brother Ryan had always known. The contrast with what he now knew Jack had done was dizzying.
Jack looked up at him with those big blue puppy-dog eyes.
“Are you disappointed in me, Ryan?”
Ryan sat down heavily beside him on the bed. He was much bigger---broad Marine shoulders, thick arms, powerful build. He stared at the floor for a long time, shame burning on his face.
“ ... No,” he finally said, voice rough. “I’m not disappointed.”
Jack tilted his head, surprised. “You’re not?”
Ryan let out a shaky breath. “I’m ... proud of you, actually. And jealous. And in awe.” He laughed bitterly, still looking down. “My sweet little brother, who everyone thought was so innocent ... taking on fifty-eight guys in one day. I can’t even wrap my head around it.”
Jack was quiet for a moment, then asked softly, “What about Coach Harlan?”
Ryan’s head snapped up. His face flushed deep red. He looked away again, ashamed.
“Yes. I’m ... I’m jealous of him too,” Ryan admitted after a long time, voice barely above a whisper.
The words hung in the air.
Jack’s eyes widened as the full meaning hit him. Coach Harlan had fucked him. And Ryan was jealous. He stared at his big brother---the strong, honorable Marine he had always looked up to---and something clicked.
Jack slowly slid closer on the bed. He reached out and placed his small, soft hand on Ryan’s huge, muscular shoulder. He leaned in until his lips were right next to his brother’s ear and whispered gently:
“I love you, Ryan.”
Ryan turned his head. Their faces were inches apart. He searched Jack’s eyes and saw it---the longing wasn’t brotherly. It was deeper. Hungrier.
“Jack...” Ryan breathed, voice trembling.
They stared at each other for a long, heavy moment. The tension was unbearable.
Ryan made the first move.
He cupped the back of Jack’s head and kissed him. It started slow---tentative, loving---but quickly grew deeper, more desperate. Years of buried feelings poured out between them. Jack melted into the kiss, letting out a soft, sweet moan as their tongues slid together.
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