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Part 4
Brent had turned 18, but instead of coercing Emmett to run away with him as he'd threatened to previously, he continued living with Aaron. Ollie hadn't been able to kick his drug dealing habit and was finally thrown in jail. Which left the original two lust-birds alone together. Brent wasn't as out and proud as Aaron, so to call their living arrangement with benefits a relationship didn't feel right. So they spun it as Aaron being granted sole guardianship of Brent. Any official or unofficial addition to the Brennan family was cause for celebration, so Mark and Tyler returned to Erinsborough to meet Brent, whom they hadn't seen yet.
It was just another morning: Brent lazed about on the couch while Tyler was in the kitchen making himself breakfast when Aaron rushed out, slightly frazzled.
"Sorry guys, there's something I have to deal with at the gym." Aaron said, grabbing his keys. "Uncle Tyler will make sure you're fed." Aaron said, looking at Brent. "And that means no Twisties!" Aaron laughed, shifting his focus to Tyler, entrusting him to look after his boy.
"I don't need a babysitter!" Brent retorted, throwing a scrunched up piece of paper at Aaron.
"No, you just need someone to keep you out of trouble!" Aaron joked back before dashing out.
"Uncle Tyler." Tyler chuckled. "Sounds like a bit of role play. You don't call him Dad, do you?" Tyler asked cheekily.
"Only when we fuck." Brent replied bluntly.
"So it's like that, eh?" Tyler grinned. "I thought as much. What hot young gay guy adopts a teenager?" The intrigue on Tyler's face was undeniable.
"Correction, I'm not adopted." Brent replied. "But to answer your question, one with a just as hot younger brother who perves on his `newphew'. That's right, I saw you thinking about sneaking into the shower with me."
"Guilty as charged!" Tyler replied, using his favourite phrase from whenever Mark went into cop mode and busted him doing something wrong.
"Well then..." Brent said suggestively, walking behind the kitchen bench where Tyler was buttering some toast. After dropping his boxers, he dipped his fingers in the butter container and scooped out a decent amount before liberally rubbing it over his stiff shaft. Tyler lent forward, pressing his hands against the bench as Brent yanked down his pants; his slippery fingers smearing his hole before dick-diving straight in.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Tyler moaned.
"Yeah...you've done this before..." Brent commented at the ease in which Tyler took him in.
Brent rapidly built up a steady rhythm as he pounded Tyler's ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." They both moaned, almost in unison.
Noticing the sweat starting to soak through Tyler's tank top, Brent lifted it off him before scooping out more butter and rubbing it over Tyler's newly exposed chest. Tyler's torso glistened like a greased and ripped sex god ready for the taking. Brent's hand went back for another helping of the golden spread as he then applied it to Tyler's rock hard tool as he jacked his junk.
After a few extra-swift rams of his rod, Brent blew his batter, seeding his stud of an `uncle'. But they went done yet. Following Brent's manoeuvring, Tyler laid across the kitchen bench as Brent started slobbering on his shlong.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...shit that's hot...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....yeah...." Tyler was moaning loudly just as someone unlocked the front door and opened it.
Brent put his finger to lips to signal "shhhhhhh" as he grabbed Tyler's hand and led him into the laundry, quietly shutting the door behind them.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Tyler's eyes rolled back in extreme pleasure as he tried to internalise his hot body's reactions to Brent's sizzling stimulation...
After putting his luggage in the agues room, Mark walked in to the kitchen to grab some water following his long flight from Adelaide.
"Jeezus, can't he teach that boy to pick up after himself." Mark muttered to himself, shaking his head in dismay as the known neat-freak picked up the strewn clothes and went to put them in the wash.
"What the hell?!" Mark barked, stumbling upon a naked Tyler standing in front of the washing machine getting his cock sucked by Brent.
Tyler merely gave Mark an "oh well" mischievous grin.
"It's not funny Tyler!" Mark tried sounding authoritative like he was in detective mode. "You could jeopardise Azza's chances of keeping Brent and ever fostering again!"
Tyler rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "This is your uncle Mark."
"Cool." Brent replied in his usual unemotive manner. "Now show us what you've got." Brent slowed to jerking Tyler's cock in one hand while he groped Mark's package with the other.
Mark couldn't hide his growing boner, he so succumbed to temptation and opened his jeans as Brent's lips quickly wrapped themselves around his big Brennan baton.
"Oh god....uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...shit...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Mark groaned.
"You really know how to let loose, when you let yourself." Tyler nudged Mark as the brothers' lips incestuously interlocked.
"Man I love this family!" Brent said as he continued sucking them both.
"OHHHHHHH...."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!...."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!..."
Before long, the Brennan brothers were firing uninhibited moans as fiercely as they blasted their hot sticky loads all over Brent, almost blinding him as they pelted his eyes with guy goo, before their shots subsided and hit his cheeks, lips and chin. Cum oozed and dripped on to parts of Brent's body and the floor as his wiped his eyes and zooped up the trickles running into his mouth.
"We better get you cleaned up." Mark said as he and Tyler helped Brent to his feet and slapped his ass as they guided him to the shower...