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A year had passed since Stiles's cousin Vinny had fucked Scott in his bed and made Stiles watch it all on video call. The betrayal had cut deep, and for a while, Stiles hadn't been sure if he could ever forgive Scott. But as the months went by, Stiles had slowly begun to see the truth in Scott's tearful apologies and heartfelt promises to never stray again. And since then, Scott had been the picture perfect model boyfriend, going above and beyond to prove his devotion and rebuild the trust between them.
Now, as they drove Stiles's jeep up the long, winding driveway towards the Hale Ranch just outside of Beacon Hills, Stiles reached over to take Scott's hand in his own. He gave it a gentle squeeze, a silent reassurance that everything was okay between them. Scott squeezed back, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he glanced over at Stiles with a look of pure adoration in his eyes.
"I can't believe it's finally here," Scott said softly, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "The whole Stilinski family reunion, all the way out here. It's crazy to think about seeing everyone again after so long."
Stiles nodded, a grin spreading across his own face as he thought about the prospect of reuniting with his extended family. "Yeah, it's gonna be wild. I wonder if my dad managed to round up everyone on the guest list. My uncles have been been planning this for months."
As they crested the final hill, the sprawling ranch house came into view. It was a beautiful, old-fashioned farmhouse with a large porch wrapping around the front and sides. The lawn was neatly manicured, and there were even a few horses grazing in the paddock off to one side.
Stiles parked the car in the large gravel driveway, noting the other vehicles already assembled there - a mix of cars and trucks of various makes and models, all belonging to different branches of the massive Stilinski clan. He turned to Scott with a wry grin.
"Ready to head in and face the firing squad, Scotty?" Stiles asked teasingly, referring to the endless stream of well-meaning but sometimes intrusive relatives who would undoubtedly have a million questions about their relationship status. "I swear, some of them still think I'm dating Lydia Martin. It's going to be a long weekend..."
As Scott and Stiles climbed out of the jeep and made their way towards the old, but expansive farmhouse, Scott couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in his gut. A Stilinski family reunion on paper sounded like a fun time, what with the Stilinskis boisterous personalities and knack for mischief. But then there was also the fact that a Stilinski family reunion also meant that...
"Yo, look who it is! If it ain't ma favorite lil cuz and his girlfrien'!" said an obnoxious voice as a familiar figure came striding towards them with a mischievous, lopsided grin on his face.
Before either of them could react, Vinny had pulled them both into a tight, bear hug, crushing them against his muscular chest.
Stiles immediately started to squirm, his face twisting into a look of discomfort as Vinny's arms wrapped around him. "Ugh, get off me, Vinny!" Stiles growled, trying to wriggle free of the unwelcome embrace.
But Vinny just laughed, his grip tightening for a moment before finally releasing them. Stiles quickly put some distance between himself and his cousin, brushing at his hair with an annoyed huff. Vinny just smirked, clearly amused by his cousin's discomfort.
"Aww, whazza matter, Meech? Ain't excited to see ya big cousin no mores?" Vinny teased, reaching out to mess up Stiles's carefully styled hair even more. "Ya know, most peoples would be happy to see ma handsome face after not seein' it for so long."
"Well, I'm not most people," Stiles snapped back, swatting Vinny's hand away from his head. "And I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself, okay? Especially after... well, you know."
Vinny just laughed again, not looking the least bit repentant. "Aww, c'mon, Meech! Ya ain't still mad about that lil mix-up with ya lil girlfriend here?" Vinny asked, jerking his thumb towards Scott with a wicked grin. "C'mon, Meech, ya gotta learn to share! Besides, I ain't da only one who gon' love seein' dis cute lil ass all weekend long!"
As Vinny continued to tease his little cousin and his boyfriend, a figure had caught his eye walking up from the parking lot. The young man looked like an exact replica of Stiles, with a smattering of moles all over his cheeks and neck, messy dark hair, and piercing amber-colored eyes. The only real difference between the two was the fact that the boy wore thick-rimmed glasses perched on his upturned nose and his fingers were going a mile a minute on his iPhone that seemed permanently fused to his hand.
"Ayo, Stu! Stewie! Getcha ass ova 'ere and say 'ello to Meech and his girlfrien', a'ight?"
Stuart Stilinski looked up from his phone, blinking owlishly as he focused on the group. "Hey," he said boredly to his cousins before his eyes fell on Scott and instantly, his glasses started fogging up.
"Yo, Stu, man, you lookin' more 'n' more like a nerdy version of Meech e'ryday," Vinny laughed obnoxiously. "Ya gotta be the only fag I know who plays on his phone more than fuckin'!"
"Get fucked, Vinny," Stuart said sarcastically, his cheeks casually turning pink. "I'll have you know, I work for Google and I'm a busy guy."
"Ain't never too busy to get fucked, know what I mean, cuz?" Vinny said as he shot Stuart a peculiar wink, which made Stuart's face turn even redder.
Stiles rolled his eyes and grabbed Scott's hand, quickly pulling him away from Vinny and Stuart. "Come on, let's go check in to our room before Vinny starts causing any more trouble," Stiles muttered, leading Scott towards the farmhouse, which was a lot bigger from the back than it looked from the front.
As they climbed the glossy staircase to the second floor, Scott couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. After Scott's little cheating scandal, Stiles had come around on sex and they had been going at it like rabbits ever since. And as much as Scott would love to deal with Stilinski family drama, right now, all he wanted was some alone time with his boyfriend.
Stiles opened the door to their shared room and pulled Scott inside, kicking it shut behind them. The room was rustic and charming, with a large king-sized bed that was so high, they both had to jump to get on top. Stiles immediately started kissing Scott, pushing him down onto the soft quilt that covered the mattress.
Scott moaned softly as Stiles's lips met his own, his hands coming up to tangle in the other boy's hair. He loved the way Stiles kissed him, all passion and urgency, like he couldn't get enough of Scott's taste.
Stiles's hands slid down Scott's back, gripping his ass and pulling their hips flush together. Scott could feel Stiles's cock through his jeans, hard and insistent against his pussy which was already getting wet from Stiles's tongue in his mouth. He imagined Stiles's tongue licking up his juices and flicking over his engorged clit.
"Fuck, yes, Stiles," Scott gasped out between kisses, his voice rough with lust. "Need it so bad. Please..."
Stiles grinned against Scott's lips, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he felt the heat of Scott's arousal that was no doubt doing wonders on his pussy. He couldn't wait to get his hands on it, to feel those soft, slick folds parting around his fingers as he played with Scott's sensitive areas.
With a swift tug, Stiles popped open the button of Scott's jeans, the zipper following quickly after. He shoved his hand down the front of Scott's pants, his fingers immediately seeking out that juicy, dripping cunt. Stiles groaned as he felt the slickness coating his fingers, Scott's arousal clear and abundant.
"God, you're so fucking wet, babe," Stiles panted against the side of Scott's neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there as his fingers rubbed firm circles over Scott's swollen clit. "Fuck, I can feel it soaking through your boxers, Scotty. You want it that bad, huh?"
Scott could only whimper in response, arching his back to push his hips more firmly against Stiles's hand. "Yes, fuck, yes... Keep doing that, Stiles. Fuck, it feels so good..." Scott begged, his voice breathy and desperate with need.
Stiles smirked and slid his long fingers under the elastic of Scott's black Calvin Kleins, feeling the scorching heat of his lover's needy cunt. He rubbed his fingers through the slick folds, feeling them part easily for his touch. Stiles circled Scott's entrance with the pad of his middle finger before slowly pushing inside, groaning at the tight, wet heat that engulfed him.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Scotty," Stiles gasped, starting to pump his finger in and out of Scott's clenching hole. "Bet you've been thinking of this all day."
Stiles felt Scott clench tightly around his invading finger, so he added a second one, thrusting them in and out of Scott's dripping wet pussy. "God, you're so amazing, Scotty. I love how ready you are for me," Stiles whispered huskily into Scott's ear, his hot breath tickling Scott's sensitive skin.
Stiles started pumping his fingers faster, curling them to rub against that special spot inside Scott that made him see stars. "Fuck, I can't wait to replace my fingers with my big cock and breed this needy pussy," Stiles growled, his voice low and rough with lust.
Scott's mind started to drift, his eyes fluttering closed as Stiles fingered him deeply. Suddenly, unbidden, images of Vinny flashed through Scott's head. Vinny's long cock pounding into him, stretching him open, claiming him thoroughly. Vinny's voice, so similar to Stiles's, yelling filthy words in his ear.
Scott's body started to tremble, his pussy clenching hard around Stiles's fingers as he imagined it was Vinny touching him instead. He shook his head, trying to clear the traitorous thoughts. No, I love Stiles, Scott thought stubbornly, Stiles is the one I want, the one I need. Oh, yes indeed.
Stiles added a third finger, thrusting them deep and hard into Scott's sopping wet cunt. He could feel Scott's walls fluttering and clenching around the intrusion, and he knew his boyfriend was getting close. Stiles rubbed his thumb firmly over Scott's swollen clit, determined to make him come undone.
"Fuck, Scotty, you're getting close. I can feel you getting close, baby. You want to squirt and cum all over my hand like a good boy?" Stiles purred, his voice low and dirty in Scott's ear. He nibbled on the sensitive lobe before sucking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing the delicate skin.
But even as Stiles touched him so perfectly, Scott's mind was still wandering. He tried to focus on the feeling of Stiles's fingers pumping in and out of his pussy, but his thoughts kept drifting to Vinny. Vinny's perfect cock and spewing dirty filth into his ears and stretching him open and filling him up so deep. He pictured Vinny's face, contorted in pleasure as he fucked into Scott hard and fast.
No, stop thinking about Vinny, Scott tried to tell himself, but it was no use. His mind was already spiraling, imagining even more sinful scenarios. He started to picture both Vinny and Cousin Stuart both fucking him at the same time, their cocks thrusting into him in unison. The image of being penetrated by two different Stilinski cocks sent a thrill down Scott's spine.
He could almost see it in his mind's eye: Vinny's gold chains dangling in his face as he fucked into Scott's cunt from one end, while Stuart's lopsided glasses fogged up from the heat of their fucking with his long, pink cock pumping into Scott's ass. The thought of being so utterly filled and used by the two of them made Scott's toes curl
"Oh god," Scott whimpered, his hips started bucking erratically into Stiles's fingers as he felt his orgasm building. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..."
As Stiles pumped his fingers harder and faster, Scott finally hit his peak. His pussy clenched and spasmed around Stiles's digits as the intense climax ripped through his body, soaking his boxers and jeans with his slick arousal. Stiles groaned as he felt the warm fluid gush out and coat his hand, marking his victory in making his boyfriend come undone.
Panting, Stiles slowly slid his fingers out of Scott's sensitive, twitching hole. He brought his glistening, slick-coated hand up to his mouth, making a show of licking Scott's essence off each digit. "Mmm, fuck, you taste so good, babe," Stiles murmured appreciatively. He had gotten into the habit of tasting Scott's juices after a particularly hot night of Stiles's talented tongue during the summer break.
Stiles sat back and with his untainted hand, he skillfully unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, giving his aching cock some much needed relief. There was a damp spot growing in his plaid boxers, so Stiles wasted no time fishing his pink, engorged prick from the fly of his boxers, its swollen head leaking steadily as he started stroking it with Scott's juices.
"Fuck, watching you come apart on my fingers always gets me so worked up, Scotty," Stiles said, his voice strained with arousal. "I need to be inside you this weekend. I really need that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock as I fuck you into the mattress."
As Scott came down from his own sexual high, he stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving. The lusty haze slowly lifted away from his mind, allowing him to think more clearly. And then realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was trapped in a secluded house with so many of Stiles's hot cousins.
He was so screwed.
Nighttime arrived just as quickly as Scott and Stiles had settled in.
Scott was creeping downstairs, his stomach grumbling for a midnight snack and after another particularly hot makeout session with Stiles. The old farmhouse creaked and groaned around him as he padded softly into the kitchen, the wooden panel floor chilly against his bare feet. The clock on Scott and Stiles's nightstand had read 1:37 AM, so Scott didn't think anyone else would be awake at this hour.
As Scott got closer to the kitchen area, he heard a muffled sound coming from the room. Curious, he tiptoed closer and peeked around the door frame. What Scott saw made his eyes widen and his mouth fall open in shock.
Vinny was standing behind the island counter in just a wifebeater, which was bunched up above his waist by his fist as his hips rolled back and forth. His head was thrown back in obvious pleasure, lips parting every so often to let out a soft moan that Scott himself was all too familiar with. There was no doubt what was going on behind that counter, but Scott couldn't makeout who it was without entering the room and exposing himself.
Nonetheless, Scott's pussy started throbbing his pajama bottoms and his mind switched to autopilot, rubbing his hands over his soft abs and sensitive nipples before rubbing circles on his lower belly. His fingers were grazing the hem of his pajamas, threatening to slip underneath and start playing with his cunt, which was now starting to get wet with arousal.
Vinny let out a moan so pornish, Scott thought he might squirt in his pajamas untouched. Vinny's hips jerked forward as he thrust himself deeper into the eager mouth of whoever was hidden behind the counter. "Fuck yea', just like dat, babygirl. Take dat fuckin' dick like a pro," Vinny grunted, his voice low and rough with lust.
As much as he hated that he felt it, there was small pang of jealousy in Scott's chest when he heard the nickname Vinny would use for him. Apparently, he just said that to any old common whore.
Scott watched, transfixed, as Vinny's powerful hips rolled and bucked in a steady rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of gagging and slurping filled the kitchen, spurring Vinny on as he fucked the mystery person's face with wild abandon. Scott could only imagine how amazing it must feel to have Vinny's thick, hard cock pounding into their throat.
Actually, I know exactly how it feels, Scott thought with a pleased smile.
Scott's engorged clit continued to throb insistently in his pajama bottoms, the damp spot from his dripping cunt growing as his arousal increased. He bit his lip to stifle a whimper, struggling to resist the urge to touch himself as he watched the lewd display before him. His fingers continued to toe the line of his hem. The pajamas slung lower with each other pad of Scott's fingers, revealing just the barest inch of his trimmed pubes.
Vinny's moans grew more desperate, his breathing ragged and harsh. "Shit, I'mma fuckin' bust real soon, fuck" he grunted, the grip on his undershirt getting tighter as his gold chains bounced with every urgent thrust. "Gon' fuckin' flood ya throat and make ya swallow every last fuckin' drop, huh babygirl?"
Scott couldn't hold back any longer. His fingers slipped beneath the front of his pajama bottoms and found his swollen, aching clit. He began to rub it in tight, swift circles, whimpering softly at the intense pleasure that shot through his arms and legs.
In his mind, Scott pictured himself naked and on his knees, wrapping his soft, pink lips around Vinny's thick, pulsating cock. He imagined the weight of it on his tongue, the musky taste of Vinny's piss slit, the way his throat would bulge obscenely with each powerful thrust. He could even feel Vinny's hands balling his hair in his fists and holding him in place as he fucked his face with wild abandon.
Scott rubbed his clit harder and faster, lost in the forbidden fantasy. He rolled his hips to meet the phantom thrusts of Vinny's cock down his throat. He could feel his pussy clenching and fluttering, aching to be filled with Vinny's cum. His other hand came up to pinch and tug at his stiff nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through his body and making his toes curl.
And before Scott could even stop himself, he accidentally let out a strangled whimper that was definitely loud enough for Vinny and his nighttime paramour to hear.
"Well, well, well..." said Vinny, lips curling into a wicked smirk and revealing a flash of teeth. "Whadda we have ova here?"
Scott froze, his heart leaping into his throat. Everything in him told Scott to run away and pretend he didn't see anything the next morning, but he knew that Vinny knew it was him. He nervously poked his head from around the corner and met Vinny's piercing gaze.
Vinny's hips had stilled, his cock still likely buried down the throat of whatever lucky slut was on their knees for him. Vinny glanced over at Scott with that same wolfish grin that made Scott weak, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Yo, my otha babygirl. Whadda ya doin' down here? And more importantly..." Vinny stepped back, allowing his long, veiny cock pulling out of his lover's mouth with a sinfully wet pop. "Whydon'ya come on in 'ere and join ma Cuzzin Stewie, eh?"
The mystery lover slowly stepped up into view and Scott thought he would drop dead on the spot. Cousin Stuart nervously waved at Scott, his fogged up glasses askew and his cheeks flushed. His hair was a complete mess, no doubt from Vinny balling his fists in the poor twink's hair.
Scott's mind was reeling. He was so lost in his own pleasure of watching Vinny in such a state, that he never thought about who was the one making Vinny feel that way. Scott's face grew hot as his mind went back to fantasies of being bred by Vinny and Stuart.
"I-I-I..." Scott stammered, "I d-d-didn't mean to... I'm sorry..."
Vinny waved an indifferent hand. "Don't sweat, babygirl. Jus' getcha cute lil butt ova 'ere already, I got me some blue balls dat needa be taken care of, a'ight?"
A mortified Stuart adjusted his glasses, the lenses still fogged up from his slutacious behavior. "This isn't what it looks like, Scott!" he squeaked nervously, his voice getting high-pitched in the same way Stiles's would whenever his dad got after him for something he obviously did. "I-I mean, w-we were just, um, y-you know..." He gestured vaguely, flustered and red-faced. "I work for Google."
Vinny threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent tingles down Scott's spine. He slung an arm around Stuart's shoulders, pulling the smaller man against his side. "Aww, don't be like dat, Stewie. Ain't nut'in to be ashamed of, a'ight? We's good people 'ere," Vinny said, giving Stuart, messing up his cousin's already messy hair.
He turned his attention back to Scott, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. Vinny's cock was still out, hard as a rock and glossy with pre-cum and Stuart's spit. It bobbed occasionally, a long trail of slime falling to the floor as Scott licked his lips hungrily.
"C'mon, babygirl," Vinny cajoled, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "C'mere and make wit ma cuzzin on dis 'ere dick, eh?"
He pushed Stuart to his knees and began smearing his cock slick all over the Google nerd's cheek and glasses.
"So whaddya say, babygirl? Wanna help ma cuz out and suck dis fat dick togetha?" Vinny asked, his shit-eating grin getting wider like the Cheshire Cat. His hips jerked forward slightly, rubbing his thick length against Stuart's lips. The poor boy mewled pathetically, begging with those his round amber eyes behind his smeared glasses.
Scott's head was spinning. The absolute depravity of this incestuous scenario, and once again giving into temptation that he swore to Stiles he would never give into again, was making him dizzy with shame... and arousal.
With lust clouding his better judgment and the last of his willpower crumbling away, Scott found himself moving forward as if under a spell. His pajama bottoms were suddenly feeling too constrictive and unbearable on his hips. He hooked his thumbs around the waistband tugged them down his shapely legs, letting the pool around his ankles before kicking them away, leaving him in his lacrosse jersey that he usually slept in.
His juicy cunt was drooling out of his folds and sticking between his thighs as he approached Vinny and Stuart with hungry eyes. He dropped down to his knees in front of Vinny, scooting closer to Stuart who Scott was now noticing was completely naked. Stuart's body was around the same lanky build as Stiles, but the smattering of moles were in different places and Stuart was slightly tanner in his cute butt. There was also a noticeable lack of hair on his chest unlike the patch of hair between Stiles and Vinny's pecs.
The floor was cold against Scott's bare knees, but he barely noticed as he reached out and grabbed Vinny's slick, spit-slick cock in his slender hand. It throbbed and pulsated in his palm, hot and slimy against his skin. The musky scent of sex and male arousal filled his nostrils, making his pussy drip even more.
Scott began stroking Vinny's impressive length, his hand gliding easily over the glossy shaft. He worked his fist up and down, squeezing and milking Vinny's cock with a fervent lust that shocked even himself. The wet, obscene sounds of his hand pumping Vinny's dick mixed with Stuart's muffled moans as he sucked on Vinny's heavy ballsack.
"Fuck yeah, babygirl," Vinny groaned, his head falling back in pleasure as Scott jerked him off. "Dassit, work dis fuckin' dick wit ya lil fag hands. Shit, ya got such fuckin' soft hands, babygirl."
Vinny bucked his hips in time with Scott's strokes. His cock jerked in Scott's grip, the swollen head flaring and leaking pre-cum steadily like a faucet. The thick, pungent scent of Vinny's arousal made Scott dizzy with lust.
With a lick of his lips, Scott wrapped his lips around the leaking head, tasting Vinny for the first time in a year and it made Scott's brain short-circuit for a moment. He could feel his head go empty as nothing but pure primal lust took control of his body and he began sucking on Vinny's prick with porn star quality expertise.
"Oh, fuck!" Vinny moaned, his deep voice echoing off the kitchen walls. His head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as intense pleasure crashed over him. Vinny's hips jerked and bucked erratically, fucking his throbbing cock between Scott and Stuart's eager mouths.
The two boys began making out sloppily around Vinny's thick shaft, their lips and tongues sliding against one another and Vinny's sensitive prick. Soft slurping and lewd sucking noises filled the room as they worshipped Vinny's impressive member with unbridled enthusiasm. Stuart's glasses fogged up once again as their heated breaths mingled.
"Fuck, ya two lil cumsluts are gon' make me bust real soon," Vinny grunted, his fingers tangling in their hair, pushing their heads closer together as he slotted his meat between their mouths. He rolled his hips, slapping his heavy balls against their chins moaned on his shaft.
Scott could feel Stuart's tongue sliding under Vinny's shaft and gliding along his own tongue. The taste of Vinny's pre-cum and Stuart's spit was intoxicating. It made Scott's head dizzy again from the overstimulation of his senses. He could feel his own drool dripping down his chin as he slurped messily on Vinny's dick.
Vinny's musky scent and the feel of his hot, hard flesh throbbing against their lips was driving both of them wild with desire. Scott's pussy was dripping steadily between his thighs, making a mess on the kitchen floor. Stuart was furiously stroking his own rigid cock which was splattering drops of pre-cum everywhere and making the filthiest squelching noises.
The taboo of fooling around with two cousins, the absolute depravity of it all, had only heightened Scott's arousal. He furiously played himself, swiping his thumb over his throbbing clit and sending shock waves through every nerve in his body.
Vinny's thrusts grew more erratic. His heavy balls were drawing up tight to his body as he rapidly approached his release.
"Oh fuck, oh shit... Fuckin' cummin', bitch!" Vinny grunted primally.
Scott and Stuart righted themselves and stuck out their tongues eagerly. They gazed up at Vinny with their soulful eyes, their pink tongues looking so inviting. With a feral grunt, Vinny let out a torrent of thick, salty cum. The first spurt shot out out of Vinny's cock like a Super Soaker and splattered over Stuart's foggy glasses. Globs of pearly white slut juice dripped down the young Stilinski's upper lip and then right onto Stuart's tongue. Another rope hit Stuart directly in the mouth, coating his tongue white.
Fingers still knuckle deep in his own cunt, Scott pushed Stuart's head out of the way with his own and caught the last couple of ropes of Vinny's powerful seed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah!" Vinny growled, his body shaking and jerking as he emptied his fat, swollen balls. His cock bobbed with every jet of cum that painted the two sluts like they were a Jackson Pollock.
Scott and Stuart lapped and slurped at the creamy Stilinski spunk, moaning whorishly as the taste of Vinny's essence exploded across their tastebuds. They swallowed mouthful after mouthful, trying their best not to waste a single drop of Vinny's precious baby batter.
Stuart suddenly grabbed the back of Scott's hair and greedily shoved their slick, cum-coated mouths together, swapping his cousin's jizz between himself and Scott's tongue. They whorishly moaned into each others' mouths, trails of spit and seed drooling down their necks. Stuart's strokes of his cock grew more intense just as Scott's sharky hand was vibrating over his engorged clit.
As the intense orgasm finally began to subside, Vinny leaned back against the counter, chest heaving. His softening cock drooped down as Scott and Stuart's messy faces looked up at him with those striking eyes they had. Stuart's thick-rimmed glasses still had a fat wad that dangled dangerously as Stuart's body jerked with every furious jerk of his cock until he was also cumming a fat load out of his dick like a volcanic eruption. A couple of shots hit Vinny's bare feet as another hit Scott on his free hand which he hungrily brought to his lips to have his second taste of Stilinski goo.
The mingled taste of both Stilinski boys sent Scott over the edge and he squirted his sex juice all over the floor. As Scott's body shook and trembled with the force of his intense climax, Vinny looked down at him with a smug smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Damn, babygirl... ya really made a fuckin' mess, didn't ya?" Vinny teased, gesturing to the puddle of sissy squirt on the kitchen floor. "Looks like somebody's lil kitty got da best of ya again."
Scott flushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious as the post-orgasmic haze began to lift. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing some paper towels to try to clean up the mess he'd made. His legs felt like jelly, making it hard to stand upright.
"I-I'm s-sorry," Scott stammered, wiping at the sticky seed and spit on his face. "I didn't mean to... I couldn't help it, it just... happened."
Vinny just chuckled and clapped Scott on the shoulder, which hurt a little. "Ain't nut'in to be ashamed of, babygirl. Nut'in wrong wit lettin' yaself 'ave a lil fun, eh?" he said with a salacious wink. "Ain't that right, Stewie?"
Stuart, who was also in the process of cleaning his ruined glasses, blushed furiously. "Y-yeah, totally," he agreed, pushing his still-glossy glasses up his nose. "Relieves stress and all. Learned that at during a team building exercise at Google."
Vinny laughed jovially, messing with Stuart's sweaty hair. "Dey got sluts bigga than youse at Google, Stewie? Or are ya usin' dat mouth o' yours to get ahead?"
Stuart's face was beet red by now which only made Vinny laugh louder at his cousin's expense. The three of them finished tidying up, wiping down the counter and rinsing off the cum that had gotten on their skin and hair. After getting dressed in their clothes, they quietly made their way back upstairs, slipping into their respective bedrooms as if nothing happened.
Scott slipped into bed with a sleeping Stiles, who could pass as a lifeless corpse if he wasn't snoring so loudly. Scott lied back against his pillow and then the regret and shame started to wash over him. He had broke his promise to Stiles once again, and now Scott was about to enter a buffet of Stilinski cock for the rest of the weekend. This was going to be another very long weekend.