by J P Sayle
I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water beat down on my tired muscles and hoping that it would ease them some. Dressed in an old pair of shorts and a T-shirt, I strolled back downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen to grab a beer. I could see Neil swinging on the hammock through the window. To someone else, he might look relaxed, but I knew him too well and I could see the signs of strain around his eyes. My stomach flip-flopped.
“You just gonna stare at me or are ya gonna join me?” he called out, his voice even as his gaze held mine.
“Ya wanna beer?” He shook his head and I knew I couldn’t delay any longer so I walked over to the open back door. Out on the porch, I opted to take the seat farthest away from Neil, just in case he got any ideas in his head about punching me. It wouldn’t be the first time. He was hot-headed when it came to his family and often reacted without thinking.
“When were you gonna tell me you’re datin’ Greg?”
It threw me off some hearing Neil refer to Tiny by his given name, the tips of my ears burning. He never referred to him as Greg unless he was madder than a hornets’ nest, even if his voice had remained flat.
“You’ve not been here for more than five minutes for days, so it’s made it hard to talk about it.” I shrugged, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt. I took a swig of beer as Neil shifted his position, one foot hitting the ground with a thud.
“Ya couldn’t say, ‘hey Neil, can you give me some time, I need to talk’ no? That too hard for you?” he ground out through clenched teeth.
Fuck!
He was right. I could have, and he was clearly calling me out for my evasive behavior.
I stood, walking over to the edge of the porch and looking over in the direction of Tiny’s home. He’d be working in his office, the light on. Willow would either be in bed or watching one of her favorite TV shows depending on the time. I’d got to know their routine once they’d included me in it.
I’d been late getting home tonight due to one of the paying guests being an idiot and deciding to fall off his horse. I sighed as I stared at Neil. I guessed I wasn’t going to be hearing Tiny create a bedtime story for Willow tonight. The first night he’d invited me, I’d got so lost in his easy storytelling that it had taken a minute or two to realize that he’d included me in the story.
The memory of that moment was so precious that it brought tears to my eyes. Channelling the emotions Tiny and Willow evoked inside me, I turned to fully face Neil. “You knew that your brother had feelings for me, didn’t you? Why didn’t you ever say anything?” There was no accusation in my voice, just a simple need to know.
“He was always a little starry-eyed around you. But at the time, you were focused on leaving and Tiny was still underage.” His brow pinched as he carried on. “I thought it was a silly crush, that he’d get over it, but as the years passed and he kept on asking about you, I could see he still had feelings for you. He confessed it in a moment of weakness when I challenged his choice of boyfriends, pointed out that they all resembled you. When the shit with Kerry went down, he stopped trying to date guys and focused his attention on Willow. I thought he was over it.”
He lifted his hands to massage the back of his neck, his biceps flexing as he kept his eyes on mine. Tension grew between us, the seconds stretching out as he licked his lips. The expression he wore was familiar. The hammock swayed crazily for a few seconds as Neil eased himself to standing. I let him gather his thoughts while I remained silent, fighting the urge to ask about Tiny dating men who looked like me. My fingers cramped around the neck of the bottle I held.
Neil finally spoke. “I’m worried that his inexperience at datin’ has him thinkin’ that what he feels for you is more than it is—”
“Fuck off,” I ground out, stepping closer to Neil so we stood nearly toe to toe, his head tilting back a fraction with a look of anger I paid no attention to. “What he feels for me is real, and don’t you go thinkin’ different. Your brother is an adult with adult feelings. I know when there’s more between me and the man I’m datin’. There’s real feelings on both sides. I’m not just fuckin’ about,” I argued back.
The next moment he was right in my face and we glared at each other. The anger between us was palpable, the air all but crackling with tension.
“He’s my baby brother—”
“I’m no bloody baby,” Tiny called out as he came across the lawn at a run, both Neil and I turning. “You need to keep out of my business, Neil. I told ya earlier that my relationship with Will has nothin’ to do with ya.”
I scratched my head, my body heating in response to the fierce look in Tiny’s eyes. We’d done no more than kiss so far, my neglected dick taking that moment to remind me what I’d been missing out on. Tiny’s whole body seemed to vibrate as he came up the stairs, the possessive gaze sweeping my body doing nothing to help my cause. I swallowed, attempting to ignore the ball of need in the pit of my stomach. No, it ain’t happening. You said slow and easy.
The need to say fuck slow and easy only increased as Tiny positioned himself in front of me, facing Neil as if he was protecting me. My heart wanted to turn over in my chest in response to the gesture. Well, fuck!
“What do ya think your doin’?” Neil asked, his voice sounding strained as he kept his gaze on Tiny.
“I’m stoppin’ ya from doing somethin’ stupid. You and Will have been friends for years. Don’t spoil that friendship because of some misguided loyalty towards me. I’ve been a grown-up for a very long time and if you haven’t noticed, I don’t need ya to fight my battles anymore. I specifically told you today to keep ya nose out of my business. So back the fuck off and show me the same respect I show you.”
Tiny swung around to face me so fast that I didn’t gauge his intention until he’d already yanked on my T-shirt, pulling me down so that he could reach my mouth. My eyes widened, any protest I might have voiced lost beneath a blistering kiss.
My brain cells fried at the heat of his mouth as it pressed against mine. A moan got caught in my throat as I took hold of his waist and hoisted him up. He left me weak at the knees as his legs wrapped around my waist and his hands hooked at the back of my neck.
I stumbled, tightening my hands over his backside to keep us balanced when he refused to release my mouth even for a second. My chest heaved as his arousal pushed against my abs. He ground against me, the feel of it pulsing through my thin T-shirt, causing a strangled groan to escape.
“Fuck’s sake! Stop this. Shitting hell! I don’t want to see my brother and best bro getting it on,” Neil complained, loud enough to penetrate past the lust clouding my mind.
Any thought of stopping fled as Tiny released my mouth, panting, “My place, now!”
How the hell was I supposed to argue when he was looking at me as if he wanted to eat me alive?
Greg
The summer heat wasn’t pleasant when you were trapped inside so I’d opened the window earlier in the day in the hopes of letting a little fresh air into the room.
The current story I was writing was just starting to take shape when I registered the sound of voices. Although I couldn’t hear what was being said, the underlying anger had me going over to the window to investigate.
The sight of Will and Neil on the porch made the hair on the back of my neck stand to attention. Before I’d even realized my intention, I was out the door and down the stairs, cursing up a storm over interfering brothers. I’d warned both Andy and Neil to stay out of my business.
It would seem though that Neil was fucking deaf. He’d stopped by earlier that day to deliver the things for the surprise for Will, only he’d wanted to talk about Will too. Andy had witnessed Will kissing me two days earlier and had waited until Will had left before confronting me. We’d had it out and I’d told him to mind his own business. I should have known better though. All it had taken was one look at Neil’s face as he’d walked in through the back door that morning for me to know that Andy had spilled his guts.
I’d continued to curse both Neil and Andy as I’d hurried over there. Will’s defense of our relationship had made my heart soar, but Neil’s angry posturing had been aggressive enough for me to feel that I’d had to put myself between them.
My own anger at Neil had driven me to kiss Will to make a point. But it had backfired, my dick harder than steel and all for carrying on what I’d started. I’d barely been able to breathe for the need. The last five days had been sweet torture with Will kissing me senseless but then leaving me hanging while he strolled off as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Fucker!
Well, he could forget stopping. I was way past that now with my mouth glued to his and my lower body firmly pressed against him, wanting him to feel just how aroused he’d made me.
Will released my mouth, my chest heaving and it registered that Neil had said something but I paid him no attention, my focus on Will. “My place, now!” Will’s mouth thinned and my heart beat hard against my ribs. We weren’t stopping, fuck no. I ground against him, my mouth latching onto his neck and kissing my way up to his ear.
His whole body shuddered and my lips curled up in triumph as he muttered, “Later Neil,” his voice raspy.
He hiked me a little higher, his fingers flexing and digging into the flesh of my ass, making me moan.
“Go away. Fuck’s sake, I’ll need to bleach my eyes. Don’t do that in front of me,” Neil whined.
That’ll teach him to interfere.
I chuckled against Will’s throat and he shivered, his feet faltering mid-step. His arms squeezed my sides, his chest expanding before he carried on walking. I went back to his neck, attacking it with my lips and tongue as he walked down the steps of the porch. Once I’d reached his ear, I sank my teeth into the fleshy part of his lobe.
Will swore. “Fucking hell! Gimme a minute or we’ll end up on our asses on the lawn.”
“That won’t bother me,” I whispered into his ear. “I don’t care where you fuck me, as long as you do it before I combust.”
At my breathy confession, Will picked up his pace.
The kitchen was a blur as he carried me through the house and up to my bedroom. I didn’t have much time to think about whether I’d left the room in a mess or not as I was deposited on the bed.
Barely a second later Will was pressing me into the mattress, his mouth hovering over mine. “Willow, is she asleep?” he whispered, his gaze moving to the open door.
My heart swelled at his consideration. “She’s in bed. You could drop a bomb and it wouldn’t wake her. But we should shut the door in case she needs to use the bathroom.”
Will got off the bed, shut the door and then was back on top of me so quickly that I chuckled.
“Now where were we?” he asked, his hot breath touching my lips.
I tugged his head down. “Right about here,” I uttered, before claiming his mouth.
The fierceness of the kiss burned through me, sensations I’d never experienced before exploding through my body and leaving me at Will’s mercy. The weight of his body on mine was perfect. The hair on his bare legs rubbed against my exposed skin while warm hands pushed up and under my T-shirt stroking my bare skin. I cried into his mouth, lost in a world of erotic torture that I never wanted to stop.
By the time he released my mouth, my lips felt swollen and I was panting like an animal in the hot sun. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once and I trembled as the rough skin of his palms roamed over my chest.
I groaned as his fingers pinched at my beaded nipple, my lower body pushing up against the hips holding me down. “Please… fuck… too many clothes,” I forced out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Will’s mouth closed around my other nipple and sucked it into the warm cavern of his mouth. I felt the pull all the way to my dick which showed its approval as I bucked hard against Will.
“Such impatience. I’m in charge here,” he growled against my nipple and, as if to prove it, he bit down. The throbbing ache caused me to mewl, my hips pushing up again. The friction from the sensitive head of my dick rubbing against my shorts wasn’t nearly enough to get me off. Not averse to begging, my hands went to Will’s tight backside and I squeezed hard. “Fuck me… now… let me ride your dick.”
I whimpered as his mouth released my nipple with a loud popping sound. The naked desire in Will’s almost black eyes made a shiver ripple down my spine. He lifted his body off mine and climbed off the bed, but before I could complain he started to strip.
Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight of the glorious, rippling muscles he revealed as he removed his T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. His shorts quickly followed, his dick standing proudly from the trimmed dark hair at its base.
My thighs clenched together, my hand clutching the base of my still-clothed cock as a wave of arousal coursed through me. Breathless anticipation made my ass clench as I eyed the slight curve and thick girth of his dick.
He stood still, his gaze holding mine as he stroked his dick. A bead of precum formed on the tip and I licked my lips already imagining the salty bitterness on my tongue.
He groaned, stroking himself again before demanding, “Get undressed.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I tugged my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor before shoving my shorts down my otherwise bare legs to kick them off. My dick bounced against my abdomen, demonstrating how much it was enjoying the show and drawing Will’s heavy-lidded gaze to it.
The air became trapped in my lungs as Will knelt on the floor at the side of the bed, reaching up to part my thighs before dragging me closer. His intention was clear, his gaze fixed on my dick. Unable to get my lungs to listen to reason and let me take a breath, my chest constricted as his mouth opened, my dick disappearing into what felt like heaven. It had to be that, because I thought I’d died as he swallowed me down to the back of his throat. The wet heat clasping the head of my dick was too intense. My hips thrust up, my balls burning with sensation. Years of only my own hand undermined any control I might have had. “Awww fuckkkkkkkk,” I howled.
The tingling in my balls spread down to my ass and it clenched in an attempt to stop what was happening. But it was already too late and I jerked off the bed, moaning like a ten-dollar hooker as cum poured out of my dick and into Will’s enthusiastic mouth. The vibration from his groans teased the head of my dick increasing the sensation. The suction was almost unbearable, my dick thrumming and pulsing almost to the point of pain. But I couldn’t find it in me to complain, not when it just added to the overwhelming orgasm holding me captive.
Once the sensations had decreased, I collapsed back on the bed in a sweaty, breathless mess. I used what little energy I had left to look over at Will as the mattress shifted. He was stretched out beside me, his dick waving like a flag on a ship. “Gimme a minute to recover and I’ll jump right on that,” I panted.
“Oh the beauty of youth,” he said with glee as his gaze roamed lazily down my body to my spent dick.
The weight of his gaze acted like a hot caress and my dick started to plump. Catching my breath, I rolled on top of him, his hard erection branding my ass as it slid between my cheeks. I ground down and was rewarded with a growl, his large hands clasping my hips in a punishing grip.
“Do you have lube… condoms?” Will said, moaning as he rolled his hips under me. “Please say you have or I might die.”
The hardness pressed against me said he was anything but dead. I inclined my head towards the small table next to the bed. The tiny drawer held both. The stuff I’d had from before Willow was born had gone out of date with me not dating. But after Will and I had talked, and I’d realized that there could be naked fun times ahead, I’d gone to town to buy supplies.
My thighs squeezed his waist as he reached across the bed to open the drawer. I giggled, squeezing him again as he fumbled inside it. He gave a low moan and tilted his hips, his dick grinding against my ass which made my dick thicken and show its appreciation of what was about to happen.
The condom was dropped onto the bed next to my leg. Will’s fingers shook as he opened the lube bottle and squirted some liquid out. It drizzled over his fingers and then he placed the bottle clumsily back on the table. The hand coated in lube moved behind me.
“Lift up, Tiny,” he rasped.
Not needing any further prompting, I rose up on my knees. Will’s chest heaved as his wet fingers slid down the crease of my ass. The slick glide of the digits awakened my body and reminded me what I’d been missing.
Cool liquid seared my sensitive skin as Will teased my flesh, gentle strokes tormenting me. I struggled to stay still, my over eager brain wanting to rush. My breath whistled through my teeth as Will’s finger slowly penetrated my clenching ass. The burn left me aching and in need of more. I pushed back and down before Will could stop me, sinking onto his finger till the knuckle hit my ass.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Will growled. His heavy-lidded gaze pinned me in place, stopping me from moving.
I gasped as his finger moved inside my ass and connected with my prostate. His eyes gleamed as I shuddered, my hips jerking. He withdrew his finger slowly and I clenched, trying to stop it from withdrawing completely.
“Fuckerrrr! You keep that up and you’ll only get my finger.”
Will thrust up, his dick smearing pre-cum under my balls. I wiggled my hips needing to get this show on the road. The finger in my backside continued to move, soon becoming two. The burn was enough to have me crave the fullness that would come when Will finally put his dick inside me.
Please God let that be soon!
Will
“What’s up with ya today, you’re wanderin’ around like ya got your head stuck in the clouds?” Del inquired, his head tilting to one side as he eyed me with speculation.