What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 19: In The Woods- Dorbyn

*Heavily suggested incest
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Summary: Hot and bothered from Zach's teasing; Corbyn escapes to the nearby woods, where he hopes he can relieve himself

Corbyn's POV
" That fucking slut," rough bark dug gently into his forearm. The strong, bitter reek of pine sap bruning his nostrils. Focused intently on his swollen cock.

Light bounced off the streaming white trail. The thick river flowing from the very corner of Zach's mouth. His younger cousin had looked dead at him, curling his tongue to lick away the sweet cream. The scene forever replaying in his mind.

He could see the little slut beneath him. Lips parted, moans hot and breathy, face a bloody red. Knees pressed to his pecs, begging his Daddy for more.

Frozen blue fluttered heavily, curled fingers tips drumming against his shaft, mimicking the pulsing walls of the younger. A deep groan rumbling in the very back of his throat. Big, helpless brown would gaze up to him, glistening with warm ecstasy.

" Fuck, Z," he moaned low. Pleasure spiking as his thumb swiped over his leaking tip, gripping at his cock. Warmth pooled in his belly, spreading through his body, tickling his nerves and constricting his lungs, each breath heavier than the one before.

" Daddy, more. God, please more~"

" I'll give you all you want. Pound your whore ass into my mattress." His hand dragged north across his length, tucking the snake into its dark cave. Curling his index tight against his palm. Fucking the makeshift anus with all he had.

With a sharp snap of his neck, his head was thrown back, breathing out profanities. Thin, hot rivers of sweat gleaming in the shafts of scattered sunlight. The distant yells of his gathering family blending with gentle birdsong.

He flinched away from an approaching hand, the appendage curling over top his own. Something firm pressing to his exposed ass.

" Well well, what do we have here?" The low purr echoed throughout his head, halting his pumping hand.

" U-uncle," Corbyn whined, heavy pants slipping between parted, swollen lips. Struggling to fight against him.

The younger whimpered, a stronger body pinning his own to the pine tree. Gentle teeth ghosting against supple flesh, sinking in just below his sweet spot.

" Don't Uncle me. I saw the way Zach was looking at you. I thought you might need some help."

His wet, fat tongue lapping greedily at soft skin, sucking it between his lips. The younger blonde moaned low, melting into his touch.

Corbyn grinded back, nuzzling against his clothed erection, anus already clenching. He hasn't fucked the teen in so long.

" Please. Please help me, Uncle D."

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