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Homecoming

by @dianak28
1 chapters
~3 min read

John Moretti comes home to the sound of his eighteen-year-old twin sons, Luca and Jamie, 69ing in their bedroom. The brothers moan about wanting their father to eat them out and ride his cock until he comes inside them. When they reveal they know he's listening, they invite him in and offer their holes.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

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John Moretti

A broad-shouldered 50-year-old construction foreman with graying temples and calloused hands that have swung hammers for three decades. His face is weathered but kind, with crow's feet that deepen when he smiles and dark eyes that hold more exhaustion than anger. He moves through his house like a ghost these days, still wearing his dusty work boots because he doesn't know what else to do with himself.

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Luca Moretti

One half of the twin tornado—Luca is lean and wire-taut, with wild dark curls that fall into his eyes and a mouth that's always smirking. At 18, he's all sharp angles and restless energy, a swimmer's build honed by years on the varsity team. There's a mischief in his hazel eyes that promises trouble, and a hunger that's been pointed at his father for longer than he'll admit. He's a bottom and is desperate to feel his father's tongue in his ass.

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Jamie Moretti

The quieter mirror of his brother—Jamie has the same dark curls, the same lean swimmer's frame, but softer around the edges, with fuller lips and long lashes that make him look almost innocent. His pale skin flushes easily, especially now, and his blue-grey eyes are wide with a nervous excitement he can't quite hide. He's the one who follows Luca's lead, but his want runs just as deep—he's just shyer about showing it. His depraved desire is to feel his father's cock inside him.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

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Heard Through the Door

John's key is still in the lock when he hears it—a wet, rhythmic sound from upstairs, and Luca's voice, low and laughing, saying things no son should say about his father. He climbs the stairs on autopilot, work boots heavy on each tread, and stops outside the cracked door where he can see them: Luca on top, Jamie's pale thighs wrapped around his brother's waist, both of them slick and flushed. "Bet he'd know how to use that tongue," Luca murmurs, and Jamie whimpers, "God, I want him to." John's hand is on the doorframe, knuckles white, when Luca's eyes find him in the gap. "We know you're there, Dad." The invitation hangs in the air, thick as the smell of them.