Deliciously Tasty

The aroma…

Ohh, the aroma. How it tantalises my senses and tickles my taste buds. My hands are pressed flat on the cold tile bathroom floor, where George had squatted and excreted the luscious, succulent turd. Stroking my cock, I watched him as he bent his knees, bowed his head and pushed it out. It emerged slowly, like a turtle extending its head from its shell at the break of dawn. I watched how George’s sphincter pulsed and expanded. It came out, long, thick, delicious and dangled gently from my brother’s entrance before falling away and landing with a juicy, soft splat on the floor.

I lean close to the brown lump and, with my eyes closed I brush the tip of my nose against it, inhaling deeply as I do so. My taste buds swell and my cock pulses.

“Fred…”

I look up at my brother, who is gazing down at me, mesmerised, moving his slender fingers over his prick. He is such a beautiful sight when he is naked. I peer at him, imagining him covered in his beautiful excrement, moaning and fisting his cock while I smear and lick the heavenly substance from his skin.

“Taste it,” he whispers.

I groan. Oh, yes; I love it when George asks me to taste and eat his shit. I turn my face back down and stare at it in wonder. I study the shape, the size, the way it is formed in different sized ripples and bumps. I can see streaks within it; different shades of brown made up from the various foods George had eaten. It is enticing me, begging me to slide my tongue over it.

Slowly, I lean down again, my tongue out and I touch the tip of it to the brown log. I lick gently upwards, up until I reach the end. A small amount has gathered on my tongue.

“Show me.”

Casting my eyes up to George, I hold my tongue out. He groans loudly at the sight of his shit on my pink tongue. Keeping my eyes on him, I carefully smear the substance over my top lip. As I do so, George lowers himself to his knees and shuffles in towards me, stroking his cock all the while.

Our lips touch. We kiss deeply, entwining our tongues together, sharing my brother’s faeces, tasting it. We moan as we explore each other’s mouths and only when the last of the shit has been licked away does the kiss break.

“Smear it on me,” George huskily whispers.

Oh, my cock throbs. I nod, licking my swollen lips and look down to the turd. Moving my hand to it, I scoop a thick, moist dollop up with my fingertips. It is warm and spongy. I lift my fingers to my nose and inhale. Ohh, my brother smells divine.

Kneeling up, I outstretch my arm and touch George’s pale chest. He gasps in pleasure the moment the hot, sticky substance meets his skin. I watch his face, how euphoric he looks, how lost in the sensation of having his excrement against his skin.

The shit squelches between my fingers as I press it in. Slowly, I make small, neat circles as I massage it in. It is hard to smear at first because it is so thick, but as I rub it, manipulate it, spread it over his chest, it loosens and becomes like thick paint, easily gliding over George’s chest.

I draw patterns; love hearts, clouds, circles, lines, watching how beautiful the contrast of brown is against my brother’s pale complexion. I lose myself in painting the shit on him, so much that I startle when he mutters, “Lick it off me.”

It is my turn to groan. I nod, my mouth salivating as I kneel up and move in towards George. He arches his neck and presses his chest out, thrumming his fingers up and down his prick. I lower my face and slide my tongue out. I taste the shit with the tip of my tongue before I close my lips over his chest.

I kiss him. I lick him. I swathe my tongue passionately over the shit, cleaning it away, eating it, swallowing it like it is as delicious as sweet chocolate. How I love the taste. It is so rich and it leaves such a strong, lasting tang. It is a taste I could never get sick of; something I could never get enough of.

George sighs and gasps, rocking his hips slowly, pushing his prick into his hand as he feels my hot tongue over his skin. I can tell by the way that he is muttering my name – “Fred…ohh, god, Fred…” – that he is close to coming.

I groan as I lick every last streak away before I pull back.

“Lie on the floor and eat it,” George whispers.

I moan again. God, my brother knows exactly how to turn me on. I nod and lower myself to the floor, scooping the beautiful mound of shit up in my clammy hands. The tiles are cold as I move to my back. I gasp and arch away from it, only to be pinned back to the floor again when my brother mounts me and straddles my hips.

He is staring down at me, rolling his hips, stroking his cock faster now. I can feel his arse rubbing on my thick, erect prick and I can’t help but push back against him.

“Eat it,” he urges. He is gleaming with sweat, near to coming. I nod and part my lips as I move the excrement to my mouth.

Carefully, I sink my teeth into it. It is mushy, like soft marshmallow and as I chew it, it seeps between my teeth and squishes against my gums in the most delectable way. I groan; I can’t help it. I love the taste of shit. My cock swells and I feel my climax approaching as I chew the succulent turd into a thick, gooey paste.

I arch my neck. George likes to see my Adam’s apple bob up and down as I swallow. It slides down my throat like warm drinking chocolate. George gasps again and he lurches forward, his face contorted in pleasure as he comes. His seed spatters over my face and I lick the dollops that have landed on my lips.

“Ohh, fuck, Fred, yesssss. Oh, fuck!”

Just seeing my brother come is enough to almost send me over the edge. My cock twitches against his arse and I shudder. As he milks his cock, I open my mouth and put the last of the shit on my tongue. I chew and chew, until it is thick and gluggy.

As George comes down from his peak, he leans down and meets my lips. We kiss deeply, swilling the liquefied excrement between our mouths, licking at each other’s tongues and, oh god, I am about to come. Shit dribbles down our chins and my breath catches in my throat. George presses against my body and pushes his arse against my cock. My body stiffens up and I cry out into his mouth as I come, hot and heated against his buttocks. Our tongues continue to snakes around each other as we swallow back the last of the shit.

Breathing heavily, I slowly come down, kissing my brother, relishing the taste of him on my mouth. We then break the kiss and George slumps on me, stroking my shit-covered cheek with his hand.

The tiles are freezing against my bare skin. “I’m cold,” I whisper after a moment.

Pulling away, George smiles and pushes himself off me. He grasps my hand and helps me from the floor. We kiss. We take each other’s hands. He leads me to the shower.

I love my brother George so much.