Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover (24 page)

“Damn, I haven’t found a single sex toy. You must have them really well hidden from Daddy.”

“I don’t have any sex toys,” Evan scoffed, like the idea was absurd.

“Why not? I mean, yeah, virgin, but not even to play around, or... no? Wow.”

“I haven’t even seen one in person. What can I say? I live a sheltered life.”

“Obviously,” Alek muttered, sliding the drawer shut. “Luckily, I came prepared.”

“Excuse me?”

Circling Evan where he was standing near the bed, Alek embraced him from behind, tucking his chin over Evan’s shoulder and slowly rubbing a hand down the front of Evan’s body. “So, what specifically did you want to get out of our date tonight? You’ve had all week to think about it. What’s the verdict?”

Alek’s huge hand palmed him through his jeans. Evan’s cock twitched, jumping at the touch. Alek hummed by Evan’s ear.

“Maybe a nice, slow, thorough BJ?” Alek suggested.

“Sure, as long as I get fucked too,” Evan grunted.

“You’re up for taking then? No pressure. It’s your call.”

“Believe me, I’m up,” he said roughly. Suddenly, Alek tugged Evan’s pants open and shoved his hand down inside. Once again there was no underwear to hinder them and Alek chuckled darkly, wrapping Evan in a hand and squeezing.

“Mm, almost.” Alek pulled him out, pushing the pants down and out of the way. Stroking a flattened hand down the underside of Evan’s swelling length, Alek grabbed a handful of Evan’s sac, tugging on it, rolling Evan’s balls in his palm.

Evan gasped. His knees went weak. Blood surged to his dick in a tidal wave.

“Can we not do this here?”
The bedroom door is wide open
, Evan thought.
Bren and Luka are just feet away.
“Maybe the truck instead?”

“Fuck the truck,” Alek growled.

“No thanks.”

“Smartass.”

Alek let Evan go for exactly three point two seconds to grab the light jacket he came in with. He pulled a shiny red object from the pocket and handed it to Evan while he found lube.

“What the hell is this?”

“Butt plug. For you. The idea is to make the whole stretching process more fun. I’m gonna put it in you right now, then you’re gonna wear it all night until I decide it’s time to fuck you wide open, sloppy wet and make you come so fucking hard you’ll feel like you’re losing your mind.”

Evan had barely glanced at the tapered, cherry red plug, but his skin was slowly turning quite a similar color. The stark reality of the toy and nervousness about what Alek intended to do with it overtook Evan’s worries about the others in the house or being overheard.

“And now that we know we’re both clean, we don’t even have to worry about condoms. It’ll just be me. In you. Can’t wait to feel you like that.” Alek slicked his hand and the toy too, taking it back from Evan. Pausing, he asked before proceeding, “Do you want it? Yes or no. I don’t want to pressure you. There’s lots of other ways we can enjoy each other, too.”

“Yes,” Evan moaned. “I want it.”

But they’ll hear us....

“Okay then. Bend over for me. Hands flat on the bed.”

He did it—heeding the verbal command rather than his less tangible mental niggling—bending almost in half, his jeans down around his knees. Alek nudged Evan’s feet as far apart as they’d go with his foot.

“Stick your ass out. Farther. Good. Stay just like that,” Alek hummed, pushing his index finger and a thick glob of lubricant into Evan who instantly gasped and tightened up around the digit, but took it easily enough. Alek pumped in and out a few times, savoring Evan’s ragged, gasping breaths.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah,” Evan rasped.

Taking hold of the base of the plug, Alek touched the narrow tip to Evan’s opening, right above his finger, still buried deep. Everything else fell away, everything but what was touching him and how, and why. The finger was extracted just as the tip of the toy was pushed in. An inch of it was fed inside him before it rotated, twisting it like a screw.

Evan cried out, then bit off the sound abruptly, arching his back more and moaning low in his throat as Alek penetrated him with the toy.

“Ready for more? Mm, I wish you could see this, the way your hole’s stretched out around the red plastic.” Alek tilted the toy, rotating it in gradually larger circles, using it as leverage to pry Evan open more, turning it around and around in his sphincter. It helped to get it a little further in, about two and a half inches, with the widest part still to go.

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” Evan complained.

Meanwhile, just a few feet away, inside the small, one-floor house and outside the other bedroom door, stood Brennan, leaning against the wall in the hallway. Enraptured by the sounds, moans, and filthy descriptions coming from Evan’s room, he was held captive, taking it all in, just like Evan was. The craziest part was he could
feel it
, too—Evan’s pleasure—like Evan was broadcasting on a frequency only Brennan could pick up on. Luka stood behind Brennan, nibbling at his earlobe, one hand circled around across Brennan’s chest while the other steadily worked the drawstring of Brennan’s pants open enough to slip his other hand inside.

Luka finally was able to manage it, finding Brennan fully erect and dripping pre-come. Dragging a thumb across the head, over the weeping slit and down over the bundle of nerves under the ridge, Luka chuckled softly as Brennan shuddered, then nipped harder at Brennan’s earlobe. Luka hissed one word, low and secret, just between them, “
Listen
.”

“This is the thickest part,” Alek said. “You can take it. It’s only as wide as me.”

Evan felt more pressure. The mattress’s edge was digging in to the front of his thighs. His splayed hands were pushing against the bed to keep him upright. Straining his ears, he still could hear the movie, though it seemed fainter. He was able to lie to himself and believe that maybe, possibly, Brennan and Luka were too involved in their own intimate activities to notice or care.

Evan wanted to be quiet, he really did, but he was much more distracted by the way that the harder Alek forced the toy through his asshole, the stiffer his dick became. Trying to swallow back his long, unending moan, Evan’s control slipped completely. The moan sharpened and shattered when the widest part of the plug popped through.

“It’s in,” Alek told him and Evan could hear the smile in his voice, as well as raging, possessive lust. Alek pulled back on the toy, holding it by the flared base, tugging it gently against the inside of Evan’s sphincter. “It’s in you. You feel it?”

“Yes! Stop pulling on it,” Evan growled.

“Mm, I’m gonna have so much fun working that really slowly back out of you.”

“Yeah, I bet.” “Stand up,” Alek instructed, pressing up flush to Evan’s back and staring hungrily down at Evan’s full, flushed, hard-on bobbing against his belly. Kissing the side of Evan’s neck, Alek cupped a hand over Evan’s abdomen, avoiding contact with his dick, and said, “I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you. Can you do that for me?”

“You’re still killin’ me,” Evan complained. “How am I supposed to walk?”

“I could always just sling you over my shoulder.”

“No thanks. I’ll figure it out.”

Alek promised softly to him, “I’m gonna make this so good for you.”

Once Evan was tucked safely away in his jeans again, they got ready to go.

In the hall, Brennan pried himself away from his spot, letting Luka guide him back to the bed. They didn’t bother shutting the door either. Luka walked Brennan to the bed and waited for him to lay back before climbing on top of him. With one hand, he pulled down the front of Brennan’s loosened pants again, exposing him. Wearing only soft, smooth, mesh shorts, and boxer briefs, Luka began grinding purposefully against Brennan’s erection in long, deliberate thrusts which slowly quickened in pace. Brennan breathed more heavily and arched up into Luka, his eyes rolling back in his head as he finally got some relief. He hooked his right leg up around Luka’s body, urging him faster, weaving his fingers through Luka’s long hair and pulling his mouth closer to kiss.

“Could you picture it, Bren?” Luka whispered against his lips. “Evan taking that plug? Made you wet, didn’t it? You want to watch Alek fuck him, don’t you?”

“Hell yes, I do,” Brennan moaned.

“Bet he’d purr really sweet. Bet he’d writhe and beg, trying to be quiet while Alek made him take his whole cock. Would you suck him? Would you suck Evan off as Alek plowed his ass? God, I’d love to see that.”

“Fuck,” Brennan whimpered, grinding against Luka’s clothed erection.

Brennan and Luka lay in an undulating horizontal tangle on the bed when Evan and Alek walked by, heading to the front door. They paused, watching for a long couple of seconds as Luka fucked himself against Brennan. The pale skin of Brennan’s hip was visible, and the side of his ass, too, especially when he drew his leg higher around Luka’s back. The sound of Brennan’s small whimper burned into Evan’s brain and he shivered. He tried to bolt for the door, afraid he’d come in his pants right there if he saw or heard any more. It was too tempting, too vividly graphic.

Alek watched Evan’s reaction, smiling wickedly.

Evan’s movement caused the floorboards to creak. Flinching at the noise, Evan motioned to Alek they needed to go. A moment later, they were gone.