The brothers huddled together behind one of the exhibition stasis chamber while the battle raged all around them in the Overwatch Historical Museum. A boring afternoon of babysitting for the elder brother turned quite overwhelming when out of nowhere Winston the Gorilla and his annoying little brother's all time favourite Tracer appeared to do battle with a black clad renowned terrorist called Reaper and a pale beauty armed with a specialized sniper rifled whom could have been none other then Widowmaker.

With an earth shattering roar Winston leapt after the grappling hook equipped assassin, crashing through the ceiling once more to continue the fight on the roof of the museum. The only problem now was the maelstrom of bullets ripping the whole place apart thanks to Tracer emptying round after rounds of her pulse guns at Reaper, whom returned the favour by emptying and discarding a frightening amount of hellfire shotguns, all strapped across his body under the billowing black coat.

The pair of combatants lept at eachother, roaring, guns outheld, only to remain in a stunned silence after four pairs of clicks signalling a lack of ammo. And Reaper had no more shotguns in store. And Tracer's energy generator lost its blue glow. All at the same time. They stared at eachother for a second or two before Reaper hissed "DIE" at the young Brit, and lunged at her bare handed hooking her right across the face with a latex clad fist. The girl spun backwards from the impact, but steadied herself in the last moment to avoid another strike, instead leaping away from the terrorist at the last moment and ramming her knee into his stomach. She spat a mouthful of blood and a discarded teeth on the ground as Reaper groaned, then she charged at him with a furious battlecry. The pair tumbled backwards and straight through a stasis exhibit featuring a number of items related to the Overwatch agent Mercy. The stasis field collapsed from all the foreign pressure, and the sound of glass canisters could be heard before a cloud of pink fog exploded from under the wrestling pair.

The boys stared over the edge of their cover to see whom won when the strange gas dispersed to reveal the fighters. Just in time for them to see Tracer grab Reaper by the hood and slam his mask covered face into the ground. The terrorist groaned and remained still. Tracer laughed as she raised herself off him, dusting herself off and grinning at the boys, with her thumb raised at them. "Woohoo! Gave the prick the old one two aye luvs?" She said, approaching them with her face bright red, and not just from the bruises, and with stragely uncertain steps.

The boys emerged, confident that the coast was clear, the younger one rushing up to Tracer and circling her with wide sparkling eyes. "Wooooooooow! Tracer that was. So. BADASS!" He yelled, arms raised high cheering. "The way you gone woosh and bang bang bang and aaaaaah!" Clearly he was overwhelmed, so much that he failed to notice the woman lean against a glass plane, seemingly exhausted. The Brit girl panted loudly, her face bright crimson from a heavy flush, sweat running in heavy drops off her face. "Woah, c-calm down luv." She gasped, closing her eyes tight and hugging her trembling body.

The boy looked up at her curiously. "Are you okay Tracer? Did the bad guy hurt you bad?" He said worriedly, but the women just shook her head and bit her lips, a heavy tremor running through her. She gasped for air. "N-no luv. All's fine. Mighty fine! Hehe!" She giggled uncertainly. "I'm just... Just a bit hot thats all. A spell of fresh breeze, all I need." She panted while reaching up to rip the front of her thick coat, and her energy generator off with one yank.

The boys gasped, mouth agape as the woman's huge, pale, freckle covered breasts bounced into view, her pink nipples painfully erect and all shining with a layer of sweat. The older brother arrived just in time to pull the younger one back. "Bro, I-I don't think we sho-" He got that far before Tracer groaned with a throaty, wet, frustrated voice, turning around and smashing her fat tits against the cold glass plane and pushing her yellow latex clad ass out at them, reaching back and tearing a huge gape into the fabric with a brutish gesture revealing a completely and positively swamped pink cunt and slightly loose asshole. The boys stared with their jaws about two inches from the ground, pants immediately tenting out at the completely shameless act, right in the middle of the museum! There were still people around!

"Luvs I'm... Haa.. I'm itchin' I dunno why luvs but I need it!" She gasped, desperate but grinning, tongue lolling out of her mouth and coating her chin with drool. The younger brother stammered. "N-Need what Trace?" He asked, then gulped as the woman shook her wide ass at them, drops of pussy juice dribbling down her quivering thighs. "I need your cocks luvs! I need yer big fat cocks to fuck up my cunt and ass! Oh god it burns luvs! Please! Stick it in me, shove it in, fuck me apart luvs I need it really, really bad!" She whined, tears streaming down her face, completely at odds with her depraved grin and even more depraved shaking of her booty.

"I-I'm not sure thats a good id-" The elder brother said before being once again interrupted, this time by the sound of the younger one's pants dropping to the floor with a small clutter. The little brat didn't miss half a beat and practically lept on the shaking rump of the older woman, his shoes digging into into her fat ass as he clumsily held his, for his age, surprisingly oversized and outrageously rigid cock in hand, shoving the pink tip with awkward, impatient little thrusts against the woman, trying to find a hole to bury his meat into. "Oh god Tracer! I love you! I love you! You're always my favourite!"

He screamed, his cheeks as crimson as hers, droplets of perspiration running off his forehead as he continued to attempt to mount the British girl like a rutting little monkey, finally finding a spot where he can thrust home. With an animalistic grunt he grabbed hold of her hips and steadied himself on her bountiful ass and impaling his meat into her twitching asshole to the hilt, his balls slapping against her wet cunt in a single thrust.

The pair groaned in unison as they finally begun to mate, the boy shaking his hips as quickly as he could right off the bat, slamming into the girl, much to her satisfaction, the constricting warmth of her inner walls squeezing down on his cock and trembling, quivering, squeezing and massaging the rapidly pistoning meat with delight. She threw her head back and howling, shaking her whorish ass and almost bucking the boy off whom could remain mounted only thanks to his fingers digging into her sides and his cock deep in her rectum. "Awyesh! Oh! Nnh~! Gh! B-Bloody hell luv! F-fasther!" She slurred, gulping her

own drool down as she felt practically all her juices overflow, the stream of lubrication from her cunt felt like she wet herself as it coated her jiggling inner thighs completely. And the boy's cock... Every thrust felt like a spike of pleasure driving up into her brain, even his fingers digging into the tender meat on her sides felt heavenly! But her cunt and ass still burned with need!

The boy grunted with every thrust, shaking his head to wipe the sweat out of his eyes so he could see Tracer stare back at him with a look of complete abandon. "Th- oh! Thats it luv! Hnn~! You horny lil' bugga! Break my ass! Blime- Oh!" Her slutty words felt like they were oil to his fire, he whimpered as he felt a strange but intensely pleasant sensation rise somewhere in his crotch, he felt his balls tighten in their heavy sack as he slammed into her. He screamed her name when he felt he couldn't take it anymore and buried himself in her to the hilt, his cock fattening with thick ropes of cum blasting right into the British whore's ass. Tracer sobbed as she felt the heat spread inside her. It was a bit better now. A bit. Her legs shook but she could remain standing, shaking her ass just a bit. Then slowly, the boy begun to move again, his cock sliding outwards, but he didn't unsheet himself from her ass, merely pulled out enough to have enough of his shaft free to shove it straight back in, and quickly he begun to build speed again. "Y-you can't b- oh god, s-serious luv!" She gasped, astonished through the haze of drug fuelled pleasure.

The boy didn't have enough, not even close! This was his beloved Tracer squealing on his cock like a wanton whore while he bred her ass, and nutting in her ass sure felt better then in a tissue while staring at a picture of her! He threw his head back and groaned like a beast while yanking a handful of Tracer's hair back, biting his lower lip. Just a bit more. Just a few more thrusts into her roiling freckle covered whore ass! "F-fuck luv! You horny lil' bugger!

Fuck my arse raw you-guh!" He dared release her side to smack a red handprint into her bountiful booty. "Ngh! Shut up you stupid bitch!" He yelled, astonishing both himself and the woman whom made an almost painful sounding moan, her legs sliding wider as she begun to lose control from the non-stop anal orgasms and now the added abuse. He grunted a final time before once again hilting himself to the root in her now completely fucked apart ass, another rush of pleasure washed through him as he begun to unload in her a second time, he sighed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed, floating atop the bliss. Tracer struggled to keep her eyes from slipping into her skull, sliding down the glass plane and on to all fours. Things were getting hazy, white flashes of nothing following each episode of cunt quivering, ass churning orgasm.

The boy exhaled happily, slipping his completely soaked cock free from the whore's ass. Just one more, but this time in her cunt. M-maybe she'll get knocked up, he dared hope only to himself. At least thats what he learned from sex ed and the internet. He slid lower, aiming at the juicy pussy lips under her cum oozing asshole and was about to thrust inside before he felt another, twice as fat cock bash his out of the way and savage Tracer's vagina. "Sorry bro." The elder brother said with an awkward smile. "I Just couldn't hold back anymore!" Tracer screamed as she felt a thick cock violently shove past all her juicy, stimuli hungry folds and carve her open, the fat head bashing against her womb. She sobbed and wept with joy, smashing her face against her own reflection in the glass plane and absentmindedly tonguing her mimic. "No way!" The younger brother said angrily. "Come oooon, you know she's my favourite!". The elder just grinned and grabbed hold of the smaller boy's hips, lifting him slightly and shoving him roughly against the half-sane girl, forcing his cock back into her ass for a third time. "Oh please, don't be so greedy bro, you can go again here." He kept a hand on the younger kid's ass, pressing him firmly down while the other struggled to free himself while staring back at him with rather pissed and clearly envious look.

The trio begun to get into a rythm, the elder brother bashing his cock against the hungry womb of the girl, and pushing his younger brother's prick deeper inside her ass every time he attempted to pull himself free, the two cocks grinding against eachother as they moved in a reverse, alternating fashion in their respective sleeves, as if trying to saw the poor girl into halves. Tracer wept and laughed at the same time her overstimulated, drug high body succumbing to pleasure. They groaned and moaned like three animals lost in heat. Which they technically were.

The younger brother started to get frisky, pushing his brother back with his ass at every larger thrust, trying to unhilt him from her cunt so he could sneakily claim her pussy for himself. The elder merely frowned and slipped a thumb into the younger one's butt as far as it could enter. The little brat's eyes popped wide open, his face turning into a caricature of an O as he felt his cock explode inside Tracer's ass, his brother's thumb milking his prostate inside. He shook and fell off the back of the woman with a thud, cum spraying into the air as he went down.

"...You okay bro?" The elder asked, worried that he might have hit his head. The younger one popped up, his cum and ass juice soiled cock still towering strong even after three loads. His face a portrait of a man... Child on the brink of completely losing it. "I'M GONNA TELL MOM!" The elder shrugged. "Suit yourself, go play with the other one for a while." He said, nodding towards the passed out Reaper." The other stared at him as if he was speaking chinese.

"But he's a bad guy! And a guy!" The other laughed while reaching forward to grab both of Tracer's fat jiggling tits and give them a brutal squeeze, milk squirting on the glass. "Tough luck bro, leave me alone for a while!" For Tracer's part, she merely babbled. "Oooh! Rip my tits off you bloody beast! Guh!"

The younger boy frowned and left to find his pants, disappointed and feeling betrayed. The discarded garment lay near the passed out terrorist. He inched closer then quickly picked it up. The dark figure didn't budge. The kid looked around coyly before inching closer to the older man and gave him a few prods with his feet. Nothing. He took the opportunity to inspect Reaper a bit closer. The terrorist had astonishingly long legs, slender and surprisingly effete, thicker then even Tracer's. Most of his coat was gone, obliterated from the hail of bullets from before. Reaper lay on his back, the scary mask hidden under his hood and the boy suddenly found himself staring at the terrorist's black latex clad butt. It was... Incredibly nice. So nice infact that he started to doubt that the gruff sounding badguy was actually a guy all along! He glanced back at his brother and Tracer, whom were lost in their breeding, the elder boy digging HIS whore's cunt out with his thicker and equally long cock. The kid frowned and grabbed hold of Reaper's thigh strapped knife, then begun to eliminate the terrorist's clothing one by one. Not the gloves and boots though. Those were hot.

MEANWHILE IN THE MUSEUM'S SECURITY ROOM

An overweight, oblivious american security guard jerked his two inch cock while staring at his tablet, upon which a busty, bondage clad green shemale whore was being brutally raped by the graceful and extremely hung night elf Tyrande Whisperwind. The orc's ass had GAPEGRIMMAR tattoed on it, which was fitting at how wrecked the whore's asshole was, oozing thick night elf cum. The green stud covered testicles bulged with juice, explaining the tattooed words of CUM VAT well enough. "Oh mistress~" Sighed the orc. The security guard came.

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The boy leaned back, throwing the knife away behind himself. It was disappointing, but at the same time... Reaper had a rather ashen complexion, hairless and deathly pale skin shining with sweat where he wasnt still clothed with what was left of his outfit. The small of his back and shoulder blades covered in black tattoos. Reaper was male, the fat cock and heavy balls sticking out from between his thighs backwards toward the boy made that obvious, though he found it amusing at it had a bunch of metal studs in it. His little dark nipples too! Even his opening had a little ring pierced into it. But those hips. Those thighs! So thick and full... And the ass. It was an understatement to say it was fat. It was two, shining, rotund bubble butts of the highest degree. Even

Tracer couldn't come near it. The boy swallowed and reached out with an uncertain hand, grabbing a handful of the terrorist's ass. He felt the soft, smooth skin under his hand, the meat slipping between his fingers like dough. He gulped, reaching out with both hands, caressing up Reaper's thighs and sliding his hands up to grope and massage that fabulous rump. He worked it like clay, enjoying the warmth, the softness. He felt his meat slowly stand up again, throb with fresh need. He couldn't resist, he leaned down and bit into the huge, white booty, deeply and hungrily, he grunted and stroked himself to full erection before leaning back, marvelling at the contrast between the bright red bite mark and the pale white skin. He then reached down and parted Reaper's ass wide and lunged forward, burying his face between the grim figure's cheeks, slurping and prodding the opening with his tongue, tasting the sweat and marvelling at the cheeks pressing against both sides of his face. He groaned, nose pressed into the tattoo just above Reaper's crack, tongue fucking the warm hole beneath.

Tracer dragged her tongue across the whore's face floating infront of her, their tongues meeting and making out like dogs. "W-Whore! Bloody cunt! Gh! B-Bit- oh god!" She screamed, demeaning her own reflection while the elder brother shoved the tip of his cock into her womb, he groaned happily, his first woman being such a prize! He didn't even mind the seemingly endless amount of cum gushing from her fucked apart ass. He dug his fingers into the girl's sensitive nipples, clawing into the soft nubs and hugging the woman to himself, his teeth sinking into the back of her neck as he felt his cock explode into her fertile depths. He groaned, thrusting without any order or rythim, merely short bursts after each thick rope of cum. He sighed, releasing her and leaving a pair of bright red teeth marks on her skin as he finished breeding the heroine. He pulled his cock out, looked down proudly, then on a whim shoved it straight into her ass. Might as well go full course!

The younger boy leaned back, wiping his chin with one arm and licking his lip as he grabbed hold of his cock with the other hand. He lined it up against the darker opening of the dread terrorist before shoving forward with his crotch, he felt the opening give way quite easily, and his long shaft slide inside the unconscious. He exhaled with joy as he placed his hands on the back of the larger man, feeling his balls rest on the stud clad sack of the other. He bit his lower lip and squirmed a bit, feeling around inside. Other boys aren't so bad, he came to admit. "...How DARE you defile me you filthy whimp?!" Came a horrifying voice from under him, the hood covered head of freshly awakened Reaper turning around to glare at him. The boy turned white, his heart missed a beat. What was he DOING?! He's going to KILL HIM! He contemplated for a nanosecond that he should run, but from somewhere deep inside, a font of heroism opened! He grabbed hold of Reaper's hips before the man could raise himself and thrust into his ass with all the force he could muster. Reaper slid back down face first into the ground. "Guh! Wh-" But he had the air knocked out of him by another powerful thrust. The sound of the boy's hips crashing into his huge ass, and his balls against his far larger sack was almost audible if it weren't a giant museum and Tracer weren't anally raped a few feet away.

"Shut up!" The boy yelled at the downed terrorist, once more thrusting into him with complete, brutal abandon, feeling a little bump squish against the tip of his cock deep inside. "You're a bad guy!" He yelled again, shoving into the man once again. "So you're being punished!" He finished, with a fourth thrust, then loudly gathered a mouthful of saliva and spat on the mask of the man! Reaper gasped in shock before his face was pushed down into the ground as the boy turned around, planting a foot on the mask of the older man and begining to roughly and brutally piledrive his asscunt. "Oooooh~!" The terrorist moaned at being so roughly manhandled, especially by some random child! The indignity! The shame! He felt his insides quiver and his toes curl inside his boots. "If I get up I- oohn~" He squealed again, voice rising. "How dare you intrude upon my dark ho- guh!" The boy turned towards him with an angry look on his face and hilted himself completely inside Reaper, his balls tightening against him. "Shut up you fucking whore!" The kid yelled while nutting into the older man, roughly thrusting deeply down into him with every throb, feet still firmly planted on the other's mask clad face.

The elder brother broke into a laugh. "Holy shit bro, what's gotten into you?" While holding Tracer by the hair and digging her ass out as well. The younger boy didn't reply, merely slid off Reaper, but for a moment, before raising his ass up and mounting him like a dog, he raised his hand menacingly. "Don't you dar-" Reaper begun before the boy's hand smacked across his fat ass, leaving a bright red handprint, and again, and again, and again! Reaper squealed as his whole body shook with every thrust of the rutting boy. "Shut! Up! Already!" He screamed as he bottomed out into him, his cock suddenly thickening inside the older man and blowing his thick cream deep inside him, he even bit into Reaper's shoulder as he lay atop him, leaving more red tooth marks all over the ashen skin of the man! For his part, Reaper merely "Oooooh~"'d quietly, his cock throbbing and oozing a continious amount of cum from his prostate being battered all over by this underage sodomist.

"But man, lil' bro, what did you do Tracer's ass? She's all... Loose." The elder brother said, pointing at the cum gushing all around his cock which was still buried in her ass. "This isn't so cool you know." The younger brother glanced at him, then made a wicked smile, rolling off Reaper's side and grabbing hold of the man's fat thigh. He begun to fuck him from this pose, both of their legs up high and the pale terrorist's fat, heavily pierced cock bobbing in the air. The elder brother caught on and dragged Tracer over to them, with some micromanagement, they successfully lined up the heroine's gaping, cum squirting cunt with the villain's equally drooling fat prick, both brothers waited a moment then thrust inside their respective whore's ass at the same time, squishing the middle pair against eachother. Both Reaper and Tracer screamed out in unison as they felt the cocks dig into their ass, and them locking into one-another. The terrorist's metal studs roughly chaffing against her already overstimulated inner walls, which promptly crushed the intruding cock in an almost seizure like grip. "Guh! There we go!" Said the older brother as he felt the almost passed out girl's ass clench down on him.

All four of them thrust and ground their hips together, panting and grunting like beasts, four thighs across eachother. Tracer didn't even care Reaper was clad in a mask, she still attempted to make out with the villain, slobbering all over the metal skull, the boy in the meantime begun to quicken with their stabs, grunting together, raising in pitch and speed. Finally both brothers slammed their crotches against the inner pair together, and yelled out at the same time. "I'm cumming!" They screamed as their cocks completely emptied themselves with steady throbs inside the anal passages of the two supers. Both

Tracer and Reaper joined them, the terrorist's fat, metal clad cock bursting into the used womb of the british girl, whom turned into pure mush between the two males and the constant ravaging, yet her pussy hasn't loosened around the terrorist even a bit during this.

Finally the boys sighed and pulled away, leaving Tracer and Reaper together, entagled, one leg over the other. The terrorist's pale cock slipped free, revealing a slight bruise where the girl's quivering pussy came over it while fresh globs of cum escaped from her now free pussy. Tracer shook as a growing puddle of urine grow under them, her eyes completely rolled up behind her cum stained goggles. Reaper merely panted, arms wrapped around the heroine as if hanging for his life.

Suddenly all four figures fell under a pair of shadows. "Zhis am beyond pathetic." Said a slightly disgusted female. The brothers looked up at Winston the Gorilla and Widowmaker the Assassin, both battle scarred and glaring at the foursome. "...I propose a truce." Said the ape, at which the woman nodded in agreement. "Humans..." He shook his head while prying Tracer off the terrorist and throwing her across his back. Widowmaker did the same with Reaper with surprising ease, considering the difference in their statures. "Joo am beyond sad." She said. Winston power jumped away with Tracer, and Widowmaker ascended with Reaper using a grappling line. Leaving the two boys surrounded by a group of voyours with handheld devices that have been filming since who knows when, stolen pants and absolutely filthy crotches.

"That. Was. AWESOMEEEEEEEEE!" Yelled the younger one.