Danny Wakes up

Danny awoke the next morning, feeling very fresh, yawning, Danny realised something was different from the day before, the weight from Danny's chest had vanished. Groggily, Danny pulled up the sheets, gone were big big beautiful breasts of the previous couple of days, and, between his legs, was a rather unimpressive sied penis.

His own of course, but after the ones he'd seen... and felt... the last couple of days, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Danny's fingers trembled as they traced the flat plane of his chest, the absence of weight both relieving and unnerving. His breath caught when he glanced toward the bedroom door, if he'd changed back, then Sam must have too.

The thought sent a jolt through him, his half-hard cock twitching pathetically against his thigh as memories of Sam’s and his moans, their **** pleas to be filled, flooded his mind, his memor yof being filled by huge cock... and cumming. The sheets rustled as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet hitting the carpet.

Throwing a few clothes on, jeans and a shirt that were still covered in sweat and cum, he rushed out of his room, and into the hall, further down was a slighty ajar door, and from inside, a woman moaning.

Danny froze. His breath hitched as he pressed closer to the door, the wood creaking faintly beneath his weight. Through the narrow gap, he saw Sam, still gloriously female, on all 4's on the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her beautifully huge breasts swinging. His stepbrother loomed behind her, hips pistoning relentlessly, the thick slap of flesh against flesh echoing through the room. Sam’s moans were ragged, broken by sharp gasps every time he bottomed out inside her with his impressive length.

Danny’s cock twitched in his jeans, painfully hard despite the humiliation of his own small, untouched length, the ghost of something better ached between his legs. The rhythmic creaking of the bedframe slowed as Danny’s stepbrother leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against Sam’s arched back. “That’s it, take it,” he growled, his voice rough with exertion. “You love this fat cock splitting you open, don’t you?”

Sam’s moan hitched into a whimper, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Fuck..yes, yes! More.. I'm just a slut for huge cock!”

Danny’s breath caught. His own cock throbbed, painfully hard in his jeans, as he watched his stepbrother’s thick fingers dig into Sam’s hips, leaving angry red marks. A choked moan escaped Danny’s throat as he watched his stepbrother’s balls slap against Sam’s dripping folds, her ass jiggling with every brutal thrust, his own little dick hard as rock.

Danny’s fingers dug into the doorframe, knuckles white as his hips jerked forward involuntarily. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against his leaking tip, the pressure building with every wet slap of flesh from inside the room. His stepbrother’s grunts grew louder, more animalistic, as he pounded Sam deeper into the mattress, her breasts swaying wildly, her moans dissolving into mindless, high-pitched whimpers. Danny’s thighs trembled. A hot, shameful pulse shot through him as his little cock twitched violently in his jeans. Shame burned through him, he'd just cum watching his own friend get fucked by his step brother, but the sight of her writhing, her breasts bouncing with every snap of hips, and his step brothers huge cock, combined with the memory, was too much.

Danny stepped back once he'd finished. The muffled sounds of Sam’s pleasure and the rhythmic slap of skin still pulsed through the crack in the door, but he couldn’t stay,couldn’t let them catch him like this, leaking and ****, his pathetic little cock twitching in his hand.

He stumbled back, bumping into his own father. Danny’s stomach lurched as his father’s broad hands steadied him, the older man’s amused chuckle vibrating against his back.

“Easy there, sport,” his dad rumbled, "Glad to see you're you again, more to be said about your friend...". His gaze flicked past Danny toward the cracked door, where Sam’s high-pitched whines and the wet slap of skin still spilled into the hallway. A slow grin spread across his stubbled face. “Damn, gotta say though, she got a pair of lungs on her.. been listening to that all night."

The realisation that Sam was not only fucking his step brother now, but had been since they got home, sent an ice cold shard through his chest, he still didn't fully understand why Sam would even want this, but since the club she'd been so... horny. His little cock hardened again at the thought, and the sound.

"You better get a shower," dad laughed, "You stink of jizz."

Danny's cheeks blushed red hot, a sharp contrast to the feeling in his chest, he sighed, and made his way to the bathroom. His dad watched him leave, and then, took a peak through the door.

"Goddamn, now there's a sight." He smiled, his own penis growing hard.