Baby Brother- Hoogencest w/Ian
Title: Baby Brother 1/2
Author: Pornsmirk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ian Thorpe, Pieter and Robert van den Hoogenband
Disclaimer: Ficton
WARNING Incest and OT3
Baby Brother
Robert lay in bed listening. They must have realized they could be heard having sex because it was much quieter tonight.
Last night he heard the grunts and thrusts, the moans and groans and screaming out each other’s names. It’s not like he’d never heard them before.
The visits home, where they stayed in Pieter and his old boyhood room. Apparently, Pieter didn’t know you could hear in the next room in their parent’s home. Robert smiled, thinking about the secrets they shared, thankful that room had always been a guestroom.
That was the first time he had heard Pieter cry out Ian’s name. Just the thought made Robert shiver. What were they doing in his and Pieter’s childhood hideaway? It was the place were Pieter and Robbie talked and played, hoped and dreamed. Where Robbie had sobbed in Pieter’s arms and his big brother somehow always made everything seems brighter.
What wonderful pleasures were they bestowing on each other to cause them to scream and whimper in such sheer delight? Robert had an idea. It had been a couple years since he had gone to Pieter for guidance when he was coming to terms with his sexuality.
Robert thought about how he had kissed a few girls from school. It wasn’t until that night after one of Pieter’s meets when a dark haired swimmer from Italy kissed him and pressed into his groin that he knew. He was shy and unsure so it ended there but he knew what he wanted from then on. He was twenty and still a virgin, he hated it but he was frightened by new things without Pieter’s help. Pieter had taught him how to tie his shoes, to swim, master caluclus and to be proud of his sexuality. Maybe he needed Pieter to teach him more?
Pieter had been so kind and gentle. He was extremely supportive and didn’t treat him as if it wasn’t a big deal just because he had been “out” so long. Pieter and Ian both took time to talk with him. They had been together so long it was like having two older brothers.
So why was in lying there straining to hear them make love?
Robert covered his ears when he finally heard a loud moan from Ian. “Damn!” Robert mumbled, “How long do they fuck every night?” He shouldn’t want to hear but he did.
He tried not to listen but he couldn’t help himself. Robert rolled about trying to get the sounds and images from his head. It was no use. He removed the pillow, secretly hoping to hear Ian again.
His hidden desire was answered. The wall muffled an obvious impassioned cry from Ian. That meant Pieter, his big brother was touching Ian in away that would cause Ian to yell out despite the near by audience. What was Piety doing? How come he never made him feel like that?
Why did he get so hot thinking about them caressing each other, thinking about them caressing him? Sliding their big strong hands over his body, kissing his neck softly as Pieter slid a finger in his ass…
Robert jumped to his feet with those last few thoughts and tried again to physically shake it from his mind. “What the hell am I thinking?!” He paced around the guest room of Ian and Pieter’s home in the dark.
He didn’t think of Pieter and Ian that way. Or did he? Robert was thoroughly confused now. Those wickedly exciting thoughts had appeared uninvited in his conscious and subconscious dreams for a couple years. Lately though, it was all he thought of.
He walked back and forth, sorting through what was clearly not going to leave. He didn’t want to date them; he wanted his own boyfriend, the Italy swimmer perhaps…
Pieter was his brother for god’s sake! He looked out the window over the water. Waves crashing into the shore lead by the furious ocean winds. Pushing it, howling at it, demanding it, forcing it. To the shore, the gentle sloping shore, wide open arms, welcoming the young new waves, comforting and calm, taking the ocean in, teaching it to understand then sending it back to the world stronger, braver.
Robert hung his head. His tears fell like rain onto the floor below. He wiped his eyes and wished Pieter was here holding him. Robert had finally unearthed the truth that had haunted him the whole of his life. In one strange unsuspecting moment, looking at the ocean he realized the answers. He want to sob in Pieter’s arms now, even in Ian’s arms because he too cared so for Robbie.
Robert’s hand was on the doorknob of his room. With the logic that only comes under the cloak of darkness in the middle of the night, he thought maybe if I see them, this would go away. Maybe my heart would realize how wrong this must be and I could forget, not want this, not want them, and not want Pieter, my brother…
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He was standing just inside the partly open door. The only light was the pale white beams from the full moon refracting through the glass doors. Robert was in awe. Those two big beautiful bodies entwined in love and lust. Gorgeous shadows danced on the wall behind them. Ian was lying on his back in the middle of the huge bed with Pieter straddling his farthest leg. Pieter was leading over Ian, kissing him deeply, sucking his lower lips, then running his large, wide spread hand down Ian’s perfect tan body. He was caressing and stroking Ian’s thick hip and thigh. Ian whimpered and wrapped that leg around Pieter. Pieter reached further now, gripping Ian firm buttock.
Ian had one arm wrapped around Pieter’s waist and the other buried in his silky head of curls. He was moaning and arching into Pieter as he moved his wet lips to Ian’s ears and then his neck. Their bodies were warm and the moist beads of sweat shimmered in the moonlight. The fragrance of musk and vanilla filled Robert’s nose.
Robert stood there completely intoxicated. It was so beautiful. Some how he had only imaged the more lustful side of sex. He had never thought of how tender and affectionate making love could be.
His ingenious plan backfired, badly. It only made him want it more, want them… more now then ever.
Pieter licked inside Ian’s ear then softly whispered. His hot breathe and sensual words on the moistness he left caused Ian to whimper low. “Mmmm…..Pieter….you make me feel sooo….good”
Robert couldn’t control it, a loud groan came from somewhere deep inside him.
Startled the two men turned their heads toward the door. “Are you all right, Robbie? What’s the matter? Did we wake you?” Pieter tossed questions at him with a slightly nervous voice. He slid off Ian’s leg to his side as he pulled the sheet up over their lower halves.
Robert froze. He had no earthly idea what to say. It was clear to them, he had been crying. In that long silent moment, it was also very obvious that Robert was extremely aroused.
Author: Pornsmirk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ian Thorpe, Pieter and Robert van den Hoogenband
Disclaimer: Ficton
WARNING Incest and OT3
Baby Brother
Robert lay in bed listening. They must have realized they could be heard having sex because it was much quieter tonight.
Last night he heard the grunts and thrusts, the moans and groans and screaming out each other’s names. It’s not like he’d never heard them before.
The visits home, where they stayed in Pieter and his old boyhood room. Apparently, Pieter didn’t know you could hear in the next room in their parent’s home. Robert smiled, thinking about the secrets they shared, thankful that room had always been a guestroom.
That was the first time he had heard Pieter cry out Ian’s name. Just the thought made Robert shiver. What were they doing in his and Pieter’s childhood hideaway? It was the place were Pieter and Robbie talked and played, hoped and dreamed. Where Robbie had sobbed in Pieter’s arms and his big brother somehow always made everything seems brighter.
What wonderful pleasures were they bestowing on each other to cause them to scream and whimper in such sheer delight? Robert had an idea. It had been a couple years since he had gone to Pieter for guidance when he was coming to terms with his sexuality.
Robert thought about how he had kissed a few girls from school. It wasn’t until that night after one of Pieter’s meets when a dark haired swimmer from Italy kissed him and pressed into his groin that he knew. He was shy and unsure so it ended there but he knew what he wanted from then on. He was twenty and still a virgin, he hated it but he was frightened by new things without Pieter’s help. Pieter had taught him how to tie his shoes, to swim, master caluclus and to be proud of his sexuality. Maybe he needed Pieter to teach him more?
Pieter had been so kind and gentle. He was extremely supportive and didn’t treat him as if it wasn’t a big deal just because he had been “out” so long. Pieter and Ian both took time to talk with him. They had been together so long it was like having two older brothers.
So why was in lying there straining to hear them make love?
Robert covered his ears when he finally heard a loud moan from Ian. “Damn!” Robert mumbled, “How long do they fuck every night?” He shouldn’t want to hear but he did.
He tried not to listen but he couldn’t help himself. Robert rolled about trying to get the sounds and images from his head. It was no use. He removed the pillow, secretly hoping to hear Ian again.
His hidden desire was answered. The wall muffled an obvious impassioned cry from Ian. That meant Pieter, his big brother was touching Ian in away that would cause Ian to yell out despite the near by audience. What was Piety doing? How come he never made him feel like that?
Why did he get so hot thinking about them caressing each other, thinking about them caressing him? Sliding their big strong hands over his body, kissing his neck softly as Pieter slid a finger in his ass…
Robert jumped to his feet with those last few thoughts and tried again to physically shake it from his mind. “What the hell am I thinking?!” He paced around the guest room of Ian and Pieter’s home in the dark.
He didn’t think of Pieter and Ian that way. Or did he? Robert was thoroughly confused now. Those wickedly exciting thoughts had appeared uninvited in his conscious and subconscious dreams for a couple years. Lately though, it was all he thought of.
He walked back and forth, sorting through what was clearly not going to leave. He didn’t want to date them; he wanted his own boyfriend, the Italy swimmer perhaps…
Pieter was his brother for god’s sake! He looked out the window over the water. Waves crashing into the shore lead by the furious ocean winds. Pushing it, howling at it, demanding it, forcing it. To the shore, the gentle sloping shore, wide open arms, welcoming the young new waves, comforting and calm, taking the ocean in, teaching it to understand then sending it back to the world stronger, braver.
Robert hung his head. His tears fell like rain onto the floor below. He wiped his eyes and wished Pieter was here holding him. Robert had finally unearthed the truth that had haunted him the whole of his life. In one strange unsuspecting moment, looking at the ocean he realized the answers. He want to sob in Pieter’s arms now, even in Ian’s arms because he too cared so for Robbie.
Robert’s hand was on the doorknob of his room. With the logic that only comes under the cloak of darkness in the middle of the night, he thought maybe if I see them, this would go away. Maybe my heart would realize how wrong this must be and I could forget, not want this, not want them, and not want Pieter, my brother…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was standing just inside the partly open door. The only light was the pale white beams from the full moon refracting through the glass doors. Robert was in awe. Those two big beautiful bodies entwined in love and lust. Gorgeous shadows danced on the wall behind them. Ian was lying on his back in the middle of the huge bed with Pieter straddling his farthest leg. Pieter was leading over Ian, kissing him deeply, sucking his lower lips, then running his large, wide spread hand down Ian’s perfect tan body. He was caressing and stroking Ian’s thick hip and thigh. Ian whimpered and wrapped that leg around Pieter. Pieter reached further now, gripping Ian firm buttock.
Ian had one arm wrapped around Pieter’s waist and the other buried in his silky head of curls. He was moaning and arching into Pieter as he moved his wet lips to Ian’s ears and then his neck. Their bodies were warm and the moist beads of sweat shimmered in the moonlight. The fragrance of musk and vanilla filled Robert’s nose.
Robert stood there completely intoxicated. It was so beautiful. Some how he had only imaged the more lustful side of sex. He had never thought of how tender and affectionate making love could be.
His ingenious plan backfired, badly. It only made him want it more, want them… more now then ever.
Pieter licked inside Ian’s ear then softly whispered. His hot breathe and sensual words on the moistness he left caused Ian to whimper low. “Mmmm…..Pieter….you make me feel sooo….good”
Robert couldn’t control it, a loud groan came from somewhere deep inside him.
Startled the two men turned their heads toward the door. “Are you all right, Robbie? What’s the matter? Did we wake you?” Pieter tossed questions at him with a slightly nervous voice. He slid off Ian’s leg to his side as he pulled the sheet up over their lower halves.
Robert froze. He had no earthly idea what to say. It was clear to them, he had been crying. In that long silent moment, it was also very obvious that Robert was extremely aroused.