Harry undressed in a rather orderly way - folding his clothes as he took them of. As he stripped down to take his shower, he winced at the memory of what had just happened. It was just so disgusting, after all. That he had touched his brother's cum - or his stepdad's. It was easy to see that load coming out of either of them, really. What they wore around the house didn't leave much to the imagination, and the way those bulges they sported hung against the fabric of their clothing - his mind could fill in the blanks easily.
The image swam in his mind - his cocky, muscular little shit of an older brother admiring himself in the mirror as he beat off, wrapping the towel around his cock with one hand - and yeah, Matt would be the type to take the other arm and flex it to show off his cannonball bicep, flashing a little wink before he loses his composure completely and starts spurting cum to the sight of his own body. Or it could be Martin, that new hair Harry swears wasn't there before wicking sweat off his now-muscular body, taking a self-satisfied whiff of his own, manly scent as he jerks it with one hand and cups heavy balls with another, mumbling something like "yeah, still got it," then tilting his head back and unloading.
He didn't even have to imagine what it would sound like - he had the grunting noises of his brother and step-father from through the door, the sound of their workout. All that was missing was the -
Harry looked down. He was naked and ready to take a shower, his whole body shiny and sweat-slicked. There was just one problem. After thinking about all those gross, awful things that are just horrible to imagine and that he should never have to think about, he was harder than he had ever been before in his life.
He looked at the now-closed laundry basket. No. He couldn't. His cock twitched. No, he really, really couldn't. The memory of the warm, tingling sensation that had pervaded his finger echoed through his mind. His cock dribbled a little precum - another kind of slick shininess added to his already sweaty body.
Harry let out a sigh as he took a step over to open the laundry basket. It wasn't like he was going to touch one of the towels - fuck, he was being so gross right now - he just wanted another whiff of that musk. As he reached down and carefully pulled up the towel he had thrown back in, he sighed. It wasn't like he was going to do anything other than maybe give it a little smell, satisfy whatever weird mood he was in. As he inhaled the musky scent, his heart pounded, and he slowly unfolded what he had crumpled up. It wasn't like he was going to do anything other than take a look, come on, it was one of the most impressive loads he had ever seen in his life. Fuck, and when you look at it up close, that gooey stuff's smell is just so rich and intoxicating - again he remembered that warm, tingling sensation - how many fresh loads were in this basket? Not like he was anything but curious -
Just a few more things he definitely would never, ever do later, Harry was practically dry humping the laundry basket as he tried to grab another towel out of it one-handed, the other hand pressing and squishing the white, sticky seed into his mouth as he gasped and licked at the towel. It was so hot - it felt warm - like a kiss and it tasted strong and salty and creamy - fuck, his whole mouth was BUZZING and it felt so GOOD -
"Bro," he mumbled - he had decided that this load was from bro. It was a guess, but what the hell, he had never imagined his brother facefucking him before but this felt warm and happy like sucking off a proper alpha would - and then that meant daddy would have to be - Harry wrapped his hand around another towel, another familiar, damp feeling, nice and hot, and wrapped the towel around his cock -
If it was one thing to feel that buzzing vibration shoot through his lips and face, it was another thing entirely to feel his boner vibrating with the sheer power of that fat load's manliness. He didn't even need to touch his cock, just feel that throbbing buzz as he shot his load and rub his cum into his chest and body like slick, sticky ointment and think about what a musky, manly guy he was and how much he loved big bro and daddy for leaving all this cum out just for him - he felt like he kept getting harder and HARDER even though he was as hard as he could go. If cocks could just grow, this is what he imagined it would feel like. Another rope of sticky white shot up over his face, and his cock slapped his belly, and he could swear it was hitting higher this time - but he was too distracted when he was shooting another load, and another, and ANOTHER -
After the longest, best orgasm of his life, Harry lay on his back in a sweaty daze, coming to enough to briefly wonder what the fuck he had just done. He brushed his face with a hand. Was that stubble? He normally only needed to shave once a day, what's up with that? Either way, he didn't want to think about the fact that he had just cummed himself silly imagining family members. Then a voice echoed through the door.
"HEY! YOU GONNA TAKE THAT SHOWER OR WHAT?"