Pissing Incest
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Noel Fielding
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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1,865
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pissing Incest
Crawling across the bed to his brother, Noel swore he could see Mike roll his eyes in the dark. “What?”
“Every night it is, with you.”
Noel straddled the smaller man, and Mike sighed. “You could always say ‘no’.” At this, Mike said nothing, and Noel knew he had won.
After a small pause, Mike muttered, “Yeah, alright, least let me have a piss first.” Mike moved to get up, but Noel’s arm was there, holding him in place.
“Noel.”
“What?”
“I’ve had to piss for ages, I was reading.”
“Should’ve put the book down.” Mike wanted to smack that smirk off Noel’s face.
“I’m not pissin’ in my bed.”
“Yes you are.” Noel’s voice had dropped a few notches and Mike recognized that tone. He knew what mood Noel was in and how he couldn’t deny his brother anything like this.
Although his mind was made up to cooperate, he fought for a bit, wrestling with Noel until Noel’s leg slipped between his own. Mike gasped softly as Noel pressed his erection against his thigh, and Noel leaned down to stick his tongue into Mike’s open mouth. Tilting his chin up, Mike groaned softly, giving everything over to his brother like he always did.
Only when he felt Noel’s hand press against his lower stomach did Mike protest. “What’re you doin’?”
Noel tried to silence Mike with a kiss, but Mike turned his head. “You said you had to piss, so what difference does it make if I help you along?”
Mike squirmed a bit underneath his brother, his hands moving down to grip his cock in his hands.
“Stop it, Mike, I want your hands clean.”
Mike scoffed softly. “My bed’ll be wet, but my hands aren’t to get dirty?”
Noel kissed Mike’s chin softly, leaning up to whisper into his ear and change the subject. “Waterfalls. Running river rapids. Pissing with rain.” Mike’s hands shot up to grab Noel’s shoulders, a small sigh escaping his lips as he felt the warm piss flow from him, wetting the bed and pants he was wearing. With his eyes tightly shut, he felt Noel’s hand press against his urinating cock and heard Noel’s voice.
“Feels good to let go, eh?” That sultry voice would have made Mike cringe if he hadn’t felt so good. As it was, Mike tilted his head back and let a very soft groan escape his lips, lifting his hips towards his brother’s hand. Noel loved the feeling of his brother not only letting go, but letting go in front of him and when Mike finally finished, Noel wrapped his fingers around the younger man’s cock.
A small gasp preceded Mike’s moan, “What’re you doin’ now?”
Noel didn’t answer, just slowly stroked the smaller man into an erection, delighting in those few soft sighs and moans that Mike let out. Mike was never very vocal during sex, and Noel had come to appreciate what noises he did make.
Mike’s hand slowly crept up to stroke his brother’s erection, more hard then it had been when Noel had pressed it against his leg earlier. He would have asked why piss was such a turn-on, if he could have made a coherent sentence.
Noel’s hand sped up the pace, causing Mike to groan, as his hand was slick with piss and making the motions easier. It wasn’t long before the younger man was writhing, long and low moans voicing his orgasm seconds before he was spurting over his brother’s hand. Feeling Mike come over his hand and arm triggered Noel’s own orgasm, and he groaned the younger man’s name as he came down onto Mike’s bed.
Mike would later make Noel wash his sheets for two weeks, unable to look him in the eye every time he had to slip to the bathroom but he would never regret that night, no matter how long it took to get the smell of piss washed from his bed.
“Every night it is, with you.”
Noel straddled the smaller man, and Mike sighed. “You could always say ‘no’.” At this, Mike said nothing, and Noel knew he had won.
After a small pause, Mike muttered, “Yeah, alright, least let me have a piss first.” Mike moved to get up, but Noel’s arm was there, holding him in place.
“Noel.”
“What?”
“I’ve had to piss for ages, I was reading.”
“Should’ve put the book down.” Mike wanted to smack that smirk off Noel’s face.
“I’m not pissin’ in my bed.”
“Yes you are.” Noel’s voice had dropped a few notches and Mike recognized that tone. He knew what mood Noel was in and how he couldn’t deny his brother anything like this.
Although his mind was made up to cooperate, he fought for a bit, wrestling with Noel until Noel’s leg slipped between his own. Mike gasped softly as Noel pressed his erection against his thigh, and Noel leaned down to stick his tongue into Mike’s open mouth. Tilting his chin up, Mike groaned softly, giving everything over to his brother like he always did.
Only when he felt Noel’s hand press against his lower stomach did Mike protest. “What’re you doin’?”
Noel tried to silence Mike with a kiss, but Mike turned his head. “You said you had to piss, so what difference does it make if I help you along?”
Mike squirmed a bit underneath his brother, his hands moving down to grip his cock in his hands.
“Stop it, Mike, I want your hands clean.”
Mike scoffed softly. “My bed’ll be wet, but my hands aren’t to get dirty?”
Noel kissed Mike’s chin softly, leaning up to whisper into his ear and change the subject. “Waterfalls. Running river rapids. Pissing with rain.” Mike’s hands shot up to grab Noel’s shoulders, a small sigh escaping his lips as he felt the warm piss flow from him, wetting the bed and pants he was wearing. With his eyes tightly shut, he felt Noel’s hand press against his urinating cock and heard Noel’s voice.
“Feels good to let go, eh?” That sultry voice would have made Mike cringe if he hadn’t felt so good. As it was, Mike tilted his head back and let a very soft groan escape his lips, lifting his hips towards his brother’s hand. Noel loved the feeling of his brother not only letting go, but letting go in front of him and when Mike finally finished, Noel wrapped his fingers around the younger man’s cock.
A small gasp preceded Mike’s moan, “What’re you doin’ now?”
Noel didn’t answer, just slowly stroked the smaller man into an erection, delighting in those few soft sighs and moans that Mike let out. Mike was never very vocal during sex, and Noel had come to appreciate what noises he did make.
Mike’s hand slowly crept up to stroke his brother’s erection, more hard then it had been when Noel had pressed it against his leg earlier. He would have asked why piss was such a turn-on, if he could have made a coherent sentence.
Noel’s hand sped up the pace, causing Mike to groan, as his hand was slick with piss and making the motions easier. It wasn’t long before the younger man was writhing, long and low moans voicing his orgasm seconds before he was spurting over his brother’s hand. Feeling Mike come over his hand and arm triggered Noel’s own orgasm, and he groaned the younger man’s name as he came down onto Mike’s bed.
Mike would later make Noel wash his sheets for two weeks, unable to look him in the eye every time he had to slip to the bathroom but he would never regret that night, no matter how long it took to get the smell of piss washed from his bed.