Coxmic: Boob Brawl Prize


Written by Septia.


The screen flickered onto a face contorted in groaning pleasure, quickly replaced by tufts of neon green as they huffed to catch their breath. 
	“Wassup Whores, Simhandae Jun mmfsss, here, getting speared mfms, by my bro's muscled jacked arm,” she huffed out.
	The drone pulled back to show Jun suspended in the air, her abdomen billowing out around thick and thick bulges, detailing the tensed forearm muscles of Gwan buried deep in her bowels. When he flexed you could make out the pencilthin crevasse between his ulnaris and brachioradial muscles - flowing down to meet in just off center to Jun's middle abdominal crevice. Below, her pucker laid broadened around his flexed bicep, brim flexing pinching and warping to adjust to the girt of his well bulked brawn, warping her ass wider than the her torso. There was light suction between tensed clenches of his bicep. Thin seams of booty drool trickled down from his arm. 
	“This might be raddest way of carrying someone,” Gwan pondered, still walking on their way home, with her his twin held high. 
	“Bitch, ya better think so cause this tickles deep into the nastiest reaches of my balls.” 
	“I could probably reach your heart from here.” 
	“Barely, you've been slacking off the past few blocks, mfmpfa, care to admit ya toned bulk is tired out by carrying my prime phat jugs?” 
	“Oh I could do reps like this.”
	“Prove it,” Jun commanded. 
	Gwan proceeded to prove it. The last block home Gwan rhythmically thrust his arm deeper -Spltlltswh- cramming his firm brawn into his sister's greedy pit. He gently slid it back out, then hoisting and heaving her bouncing on his gigantic butt busting bicep, whilst heading into the their house. Add the feed cut out. 


~ 1 ~


The screen flickered on to Gwan stretched out on his bed, posed with an arm behind his head on and putting on an innocent face as Jun trotted up to his front. 
	“You whores's back? Cus I've still got the day do whatever I want with this hunk of beef that h happens to be my bro.” 
	“Taking this so seriously,” Gwan snickered, “What are you wanting me to do?” 
	“Just lay there and look hot you shredded twink.” She slumped over the bed, her breast sounding up underneath her as she reached out and brushed her planted her palms over his chest, fingers tracing down in the ridge between his pectorals and dragging back over his chest so thin grooves followed in the wake of her groping fingers. 
	“Say what?” 
	“We're always ‘doing things’ for the vlogg, I just wanna fawn over mah hot bro for a while, hey, zoom in,” she called to the drone and leaned in close to lay her tongue against his nipple and make a long lap paining drool over Gwan's chest. “This part is great about bro's pecs; his chest is spongy, but firm, but like taffy. Aren't ya, eye candy kiss ass?” she snickered and laid her head against his buffed up chest, one arm roaming down to knead and grope around the trenches of his abs. 
	Gwan raised his eyebrow at his sister, though quivered as she really dug her fingers in with the kneads. “Mmfss, mmf that feels nice.” 
	“It’s like this,” Jun conversed with the camera as she crept up above Gwan, “they are soft and plump at first, but then,” she said as she sunk her fingers into his chest, defined drocanoyons forming around her fingers with faint dunes welling up between them, “then there this whole other whack layer of steel brawn right underneath, gives serious tensile tension.” She smirked and groped together, fingers digging in just to spring back up, to the continued shudders and coos from her brother. “Course, this means they aren't as easy to smother someone with.” Jun – with as much playful nonchalance she could muster – slipped forwards as she said this, to envelop Gwan's head in her bosom. The bulk of her cleavage weighing down on him as she caressed and smacked her palms into his chest and fondling with his abs. 
	“Mfrs, fmwmprfwht,” Gwan mumbled, muffled under the fatty globes. 
	“Then there's these bad boys,” Jun said and sloughed off of his face to grind her face against his bicep, still dressed in a tessellated pattern of glistening fluids from being jammed up her ass, “these grow taller than my head, come on, bro, an't ya gonna give the fans some flex action?” Jun asked. 
	And soon he wrapped in his fingers in a tigtehend fist, his bicep raising as the muscles contentions contracted and the bulk amassed with a creaking of greasy rag wringed out of its juices. The bicep rose and swelled to block out Jun's face. 
	“That's the real hard biz here, hafta stop working on my thighs, so I can get to build nummy brawn like this,” Jun cooed and nibbled at the top of the bicep, her teeth barely able to tense the surface of the tautened skin. 
	“You know, there is one part of my legs I regularly over rep on.” Gwan smirked. 
	Jun rose from her massaging onto the hills of muscles making up Gwans arm, he sliding her tongue over her lips. “Oh good point, you've toned up that tight tush Mmh.” she slurped at her lip with a primal sense awakened within her. “What? Are gonna give ma piece of that ass action right now?” She cooed out and dragged her breasts over his bicep, they cleaved along the tensed muscle as she scurried down to his leg. “Up then, give me a look at the buns,” she instructed. 
	Gwan shuffled forth to sit on his knees and presented the back, trapezious undulating and muscles tension as Jun traced her fingers down to the softer globes sitting at perched right at the tip of his thighs. 
	“Aww yeah, this is the real biz, you see this ham? This ain't your breakfast pork, this is some of that fancy imported stuff, homegrown ass-ham,” she cooed and drapped her pams over it. Jun kneaded and massaged it from top to bottom. She cupped the rump with both hands and feeling the greasy rump fill her fists. “Mfmfss, oh I'm going right in,” she mumbled and and plied apart he buns just a touch, her nose diving right in and scuffing forwards to part the cheeks.
	The sister's face slotting in as she made quite loud munching and noises, slurping and nibbling away at her brother's ass. Her whole head slotted well in the crack, with hidden up to her ears as she sunk deeper, with mostly the plume of neon green locks sprouting out at the higher apex of the cheeks. She was left moaning with her eager sampling of Gwan's poster our pork. 
	With her head submerged, Gwan gestured to the camera drone and shushed. He swayed his rear along with Jun's eager munches and suckles, until, till he slowly thrust forwards… 
	“Gotcha,” he cried out as he jammed his rear back, cramming Jun right into the bed, pinning her head in the depths of his ass, even the green locks slurped up whist Jun flailed in confusion. 
	“Best chest my ass,” Gwan grunted as he gyrated and ground his rear back onto her, feeling it sunk a good bit through the pucker as he sat tall, patting his gut, “if you want a piece of my ass I know just the part I'm gonna give you.” He said with triumph and clutched at his gut. A gurgling growl flushing through his belly -Bhrsllpsgsh- and resounding with a globby kneading of moist clay as he began to unload. 
	Jun was stuck with her head deep in the sweaty confines of convulsing meat, though she was soon faced with the bulge rolling down her brother's colon an, the damp umber bulwark congealed and clogging up his bowels. Burrowing through his internal catacombs just to -Smmspth- smack her right in the face. 
	“Mfmpwghm.” She groaned out, maw parting wide as the creamy behemoth wormed its way past her lips. Outside one could see Jun's exposed throat trailing out under and framed by Gwan's thighs, beginning to warp and rapidly engorge outwards around a massive hunk of raw constipation. 
	“Mmfss, oh yeah eat out that ass ya slut. I don't mind if you munch away till I am plain empty,” he huffed out, -Grllrslths- The gurgles curling and worming its way down his torso one able to see the path of the ma grisly manure chugging through him to morph and distend to the titanic bale of raw waste congesting his sister's neck. The mulch moulding her gullet down on the way towards her stomach. 
	“Mmmgsh, mgmpghsb gmgmgshgh,” she swallowed and nursed down the massive bale of filth. Jun groaned out into the confines of his buttocks as Gwan rested his sack on her swollen neck, jerking off as he fed Jun as much of his ass that she wanted. The churnings of clotted pudding coursing through an organic clockwork rumbling from his abdomen, coupled with the faint moans and munches embedded in the depths under layers of chub and bulked muscles. -Spfpllstsh- Some manure creaked out, moulding out around Jun's face and drooping down in clogging bales around her neck. Filth started staining the sheets and oozing a damp fog off proboiled protein bars a boiled in gummy bears and sugary alcohol into the air. The majority of the filth headed straight down Jun's plumping, her stomach bulging along with tangled coils of filth forced down her all too thin neck. The nest of prime ass fudge forming a contorted tangle of a nest in her belly that swelled it up to approach the size of one the breast she was so proud of. 
	Within, the manure bale moudled and malformed over her face, tunneling its girth down her throat along with cocooning her head in sloughs of stinking filth, grime pushing through her nostrils, snorted down through them to get slobbered in globes of snot before guzzled down the long way to her neck. The peppery stenched muck pressed up into every crevicede of her face like a mold, staining her roots and sweeping in at her eyes, daubing them with layers of chocolate umber reeking of the wrong end of a buffalo. 
	“Mfmfms, aawh that's been stuck for for a week,” Gwan mumbled, pumping his shaft in his grasp and leaning forwards. A crinkling of numerous slime tethers detaching and crawling from his rear as the huge hunk of posteriors sludge forced Jun's face back out of the depths of the bowels. Her head dipped in the steaming nougat slotting into between the cheeks. 
	“Mfmpfth, mspgmths.” With Jun munching and guzzling down the dung sloughing free from her brother's rear without missing a beat. Her gullet raised and sunk along thicker and cragged bundles of mulch, making Gwan's sack bob up and down along it as he played his shaft with both hands. 
	“Mfffphis,” he huffed out and leaned forwards, Jun having to tug a hold of his cheek to stay in place, still pushed back enough that one could see the trunk of crackled, creased manure flooding out of Gwan's ass and into her broadened lips. Before she brushed herself right back into the grasp of his ass. 
	Gwan shoved his cock between his twin's boob age, kneading htem up around his cock and humping into their plush grasp, panting and moaning as hit throbbing mast made the heaps of plush fat bob and ripple, the thrusts matching up with the moans escaping between his sister's lips and his own mammoth dung batch. 
	“Mfmfms ggnnnaaa,” he howled out as his dick couldn't handle more, the base swelling as it filled with cream, and he jammed it up against her left teat. His cock was already drooling and heaving up globules of slimy spunk, but just managing to plug his shaft in the nipple to unleash the load down her her breast. The surge of spunk inflated her breasts lopsided, the torrent of cum swirling about to malform hit like she was housing a tornado in there. 
	“MFMmfmprsths,” Jun crooned out as much as she could with her whole neck clogged in pungent bile, though the orgasm slowed down his fudge factory to a sloughing and moist crawl -Chrrrrllssh- letting Jun slurp and swallow down the tail of the manure loaf. Continuing to gorge herself long before her gullet had deflated around the pillar of filth. She was deep in his ass again slurping and making out with this brim to clear it off the droves of filth burying herself in the bales of marshlands building up in the crack and spreading her whole head in muck like a well-used butt plug.
	Gwan sat huffing and gunting, his cock still throbbing down his sisters's tits, slowly slippig free as It limped, for the pit to billow out with clumps of churned spunk. 
	“Phwaa. Hhaa fmfmh oh yeah, just swipe up all that muck with your face sis, fmmfs. Your licks rock for easing up an aching ass,” he mumbled and brushed through her muddied hair. 
	-Ghghrlrlsths- She peeled herself free from his buns, a brown rorschach of her face smeared onto them in her wave. 
	“S' good for ya that you're the hottest thing this side of Mishandle, and that you couldn't resist my tits.” 
	“Did I ever claim I could?” Gwan huffed out and Jun gave out some guttural growl resembling a chuckle. 
	“Mfrs, Think that does it for the day?” 
	“Oh I am going back in, but I think the pervs out there get the gist.” She turned to face the camera, face tattooed with patches of clean skin from creches in the maure brushed over her. “Join us tomorrow when this lunk of hot ass makes up for this bet.” 
	“I've really worked up an appetite for as myself.” 
	“Oh ya'l get more than your share, you depraved bitch,” jun cheered on, right as the screen sparked and flickered back to a warm gray, enveloping the screen. 


~ ~ Epilogue ~ ~


The watcher leaned back, taking a sip of their drink. 
	With a calm dignity, and letting out a long warm sigh as the alcohol made its way through their systems. 
	“Bitches be crazy.”