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John’s already in the kitchen, gobbling down leftovers, when Bobby goes out to the car. Dean’s getting some stuff out of the trunk, his sweet little ass in the air as he bends over. Fuck, how did Bobby get so lucky?
He comes up swiftly behind Dean and clamps a hand over his mouth, kissing his ear lewdly, sticking his tongue inside and swirling it around.
‘Mmm, slut. You taste even better than I remember.’ Sticking a finger in his own mouth to get it good and wet, Bobby shoves his hand into Dean’s pants from the back and finds his little hole, sliding the saliva-soaked digit in all the way.
‘Nnnnn,’ Dean moans into the hand clamped tight over his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head.
‘Shh,’ Bobby says, biting his earlobe. ‘Daddy’s still here, slut. Wouldn’t want him to find out how eager you are to get fucked, would you?’ He slides his finger in and out, roughly. ‘You miss it, cuntling? Miss getting your whore-hole raped, don’t you? Don’t worry, Uncle Bobby’s going to give it a good, hard raping as soon as you’re tied up nice and tight. Got you some pretty new clothes and a nice fat penis gag to suck on while I give that slutty cunt of yours a good hard pounding.’
Bobby is as good as his word. The rumbling of the car’s engine can still be heard when he grabs Dean and begins tearing his clothes off with feverish intensity, biting and licking the boy’s face. He forces Dean into a lacy black training bra, too tight for him but necessary to give the illusion of small tits. The crotchless panties are next, shoved up Dean’s coltish, unwilling legs.
The slut moans through the penis gag that Bobby shoved into his mouth the second he heard John starting up the car. Bobby bites a nipple through the lacy bra, grinning at the muffled moan. ‘Soon, whore. You’ll get your raping soon. I know you can’t wait for it.’