Authors: HT Pantu
“Ide… fucking stop that right now.” But he didn’t pull away from me and I smiled around his erection.
“Don’t you fucking da…. Ah.” His words trailed off as the tip of my finger slid past the thick ring of his entrance.
“Shh, relax.” I pulled my lips from around him and firmly replaced them with my free hand so I could talk him through it. “I’m not going to fuck ye. It’ll just be this one finger, ’kay?” I felt him stiffen as I moved my digit subtly inside of him, working it in farther.
“Why?” he grunted as I continued to work his cock with my hand, distracting him from what I knew was probably not painful but at least uncomfortable and more than slightly embarrassing.
“My part of the deal: I said I’d get ye off, I said it would be better than last time….” A languid smile slid over my lips as my finger completed its journey. I gave it an experimental twist and watched tension ripple through Trystan as I got used to the angle. He wasn’t relaxed, which meant what I needed was… there.
Trystan dropped his head onto the roll mat as his arms gave way.
“Yer going to need to be quiet, Trys” were my parting words as I wrapped my mouth back around his cock and worked his prostate in time with my ministrations.
His cum still tasted like chocolate.
It was a good job everyone had been drinking and were therefore soundly sleeping, because Trystan was not very good at being quiet. I didn’t make it easy for him. That was kind of the point.
When my alarm went off at 4:00 a.m., I extracted myself from the source of my frustrations and headed up to the lake for a bit of alone time. I was fully sober again by then, but I let my imagination take free rein as I recalled Trystan’s desperate moans and applied them to a new fantasy: one where we were in a room with thick walls and a bed and an endless supply of condoms and lube. At some point my head switched it all around so it was no longer Trystan pounding into my ass like he’d done my mouth, but me thrusting into a much smaller and cuter Jackson. I had three fingers inside myself as I ground to a halt and got a little closer to nature.
“Urgh, you’re cold” was the grouchy greeting I got when, slightly dew-damp, I crawled back into my tent.
“Then stay on yer side,” I replied and was completely ignored as Trystan draped an arm and a leg over me.
“Where’ve you been?” he asked against my neck.
“Wanking,” I replied honestly as I snuggled into my sleeping bag and adjusted to the pressure of the arm over me.
“Did you think of me?” he asked dozily.
“Yer brother” was my arched reply, and I got a smug sense of satisfaction from the ripple of tension that affected my straight guy’s chest.
“Pervert,” Trystan shot back, and he actually sounded a little angry.
“Why would I think of a straight guy when there is a willing cute gay kid to perv over?” I mocked lightly. I’d been going to add that I’d been thinking about him too, but his flash of irritation made me decide against it.
“’Cause that’s my brother you’re talking about.”
“Mmm, I know: a cute gay version of ye.” I chuckled because Trystan was glaring at me, fully awake. I rolled my eyes at him. “Seriously—even though ye were the one trying to get me to fuck him not two days ago—I’m not going to touch yer brother, so chill out.” I ruffled his hair affectionately and turned onto my side to go back to sleep.
“S
O
HERE
ye are.” Jorja’s voice joined the soft shuffle of her footsteps through the undergrowth. I cracked an eye open and stared up at her—letting her know I was not happy about being found. Not that I’d particularly been trying to hide, but I had thought that me disappearing before everyone got up would have indicated I wanted to relax on my own for the day. So the fact she had been looking for me was kind of frustrating.
She dropped cross-legged on the sunny side of the patch of shade I’d been snoozing in. She was wearing a vest top and tiny shorts with walking boots. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but her curiosity was evident enough.
“Here I am; what d’ye want, Jorja?” I replied.
“Ooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the tent this morning?”
I gave a weary sigh and pushed myself into a sitting position. I considered Jorja as I lay back against the boulder I had been resting in the shade of.
When I had woken for the second time this morning, my side of the tent had been lacking in clingy guys of the straight or curious persuasion. Which should have been fine because it had been muggy and hot again. But I’d stared at Trystan’s back and it had occurred to me that it was not fine; I’d gotten used to waking up with him tucked up next to me, and worse, I liked it. Add that to the fact that last night I had seriously considered letting myself be topped by the guy and I realized I had a problem.
“I didn’t sleep very well,” I said as I watched a ladybird balance precariously on a blade of grass that really didn’t look like it should take its weight.
“Drunk Trys by any chance? That man has a surprisingly low tolerance.”
“Hmm” was my muted response. We hadn’t drunk that much, but really he had seemed surprisingly tipsy for such a big guy.
“So do ye owe me something tasty by any chance?” A grin split my sister’s face, and for a moment I had an awful feeling that she might have heard something. We were close, but I really didn’t want her to hear me blowing some guy.
“Yeah,” I said through clenched teeth.
“For trying and succeeding or for chickening out?” she asked. My shoulders drooped in relief as I realized she must not have heard.
“Does it matter?”
“Just wondering if I need to start counseling baby Josh for a broken heart. For someone who was so adamant about him being underage, ye were leading him on something rotten.”
“Ye noticed?”
She pouted. “Ide… I had to practically hold him down to stop him from following ye into yer tent.”
I blanched a little at that and flopped onto my back. “Shit. I really didn’t mean to, but those fricking brothers. I could swear they were doing it on purpose.”
“
They
?”
I offered her a pained smile at my mistake. “Argh, Jorja… don’t be mad, ’kay…? Trys came on to me days ago; I upped the bet to try to get ye to pull out o’ it without ye finding out. He was stroking my foot while I was talking to Josh. I was tipsy and it confused me and poor Josh got the brunt of that confusion.”
“Sorry, what?” she spluttered and then exploded. “How
dare
ye not tell me about that!” Then she actually cackled. “Oh,
this
—
is
—
brilliant
, Trystan is
gay
?”
“Meh, not really.”
“Tell me what happened. I’ll decide for myself.” She shuffled forward, clasping her hands in glee.
“I’m
not
giving ye details. But he’s not gay, not really, just open-minded and horny.”
“Did ye have sex? Who was the bottom?”
“Jorja!” I snapped. “We were in a tent with ye guys sleeping twenty meters away. There was no sex.”
“Hmm, no mess, and yer unusually grouchy… so ye just got him off; blow job, then.”
I shot her a droll look and her face curled around her grin—the girl had clearly been reading too much manga.
“Poor Ide,” she lamented. “I do actually feel for ye, honestly. But ye said he came onto ye, right? So he could be interested?”
I didn’t want to think about that at all; I had a bad history with straight guys.
“I wouldn’t get yer hopes up, Jorja.”
“Oh well, at least once this week of torture is over, ye get to know that ye are that god of a man’s only gay experience. Ye have taken one for the team… although not literally….” She giggled and trailed off, having the good sense to look a little sheepish.
“I suppose all things considered, this holiday could have gone worse,” I said, only a little sarcastically. “Ye know Josh made me promise t’ kiss him when he’s sixteen.”
“Aw, bless. But yer so mean, Ide, it’s not like it’s illegal to kiss him, ye know.”
“Hmm, but I don’t trust him not t’ try and push things further.” And after last night I didn’t trust myself not to get carried away.
“Yeah, they are a pushy trio, aren’t they? But at least ye have something t’ look forward to next summer.”
I thought of Trystan’s flash of irritation whenever Josh had come up in the conversation last night, and I wondered if that wasn’t just going to make next year even more of a debacle.
What was I even thinking about? By next year Josh was going to have found someone suitable to experiment with, Trystan would have gotten over the blow jobs I’d given him, and I was going to ensure I was as far away from this ridiculous situation as was physically possible. New Zealand suddenly sounded very appealing.
“What’s everyone else up to?” I asked just to distract myself from my own thoughts.
“Just relaxing: the boys are up by the lake, Mum, Dad, Samantha, and Jerry are reading and planning routes for the last half of the week.”
“Ye came looking for me over going to the lake for yer favorite holiday activity?”
Jorja blushed a little. “They took lunch, so I thought I’d catch up with them once I’d routed ye out. Ye going to come?” I sighed at the thought, but I’d caught up on my lost sleep already, and moping by myself all day was already losing its appeal.
“Sure.” I pushed myself to my feet, collected my rucksack, and followed Jorja to the lake.
It took about half an hour from the spot I’d chosen to relax in. Jorja made a small bleat of appreciation as we rounded the corner and were met with quite a sight. They’d brought a cricket bat up with them and they were playing in the sunshine: one bowling, one catching, one hitting. Jorja’s happiness was because they were playing in just their swimming trunks; all three of them were still damp from often running into the water, and they gleamed in the midday sunshine. I wondered if I’d done something wrong in a past life to be tortured so thoroughly. All three of them had lovely toned torsos and all three of them had gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes that were laughing as Trystan purposely hit the ball into the lake, forcing Josh to dive in after it.
“I think I might go back to camp,” I muttered when we were still far enough away that we hadn’t been noticed.
Jorja gave me a look that implied she thought I must be mad—there was a part of me that tended to agree with her. But staring at Trystan in all his shirtless glory was not going to help me rid myself of the stupid feelings I’d woken up with. Then there was Josh, who was in another league all together—a league of totally inappropriate. I watched with a mixture of self-pity and reluctant appreciation as he sprinted out of the edge of the water and lobbed the ball back toward the makeshift wickets they’d erected. He leapt up and punched the air as his throw sent the base tumbling and forced a change of batsman.
My ego completely ignored my conscience and took that chance to remind me of the way he’d looked at me last night. None of that frustrating indecision and arrogant mocking of his elder brother. It had just been lust in those silken eyes of his, and if I’d agreed he would have followed me into my tent and let me ravage that lovely young body of his. Unlike Trystan,
I
knew exactly what I was doing, and I would’ve enjoyed preparing him almost as much as I would have enjoyed taking his virginity. I already knew what I would have done to him, because I’d imagined it in great detail when I’d come to the lake by myself earlier that morning.
I cringed at myself as I turned my eyes upward, as if by not looking I could make all this shit go away. At least thanks to my nighttime escapades nothing responded that shouldn’t.
“Ide!” Josh spotted us, and I wasn’t alone in noticing how excited he sounded when he called my name. Jorja cocked a wry eyebrow in my direction as we both gave the brothers an absent wave and crossed the last fifty meters to where they had set up the makeshift cricket pitch.
I didn’t make it all the way before a very wet fifteen-year-old launched himself around my neck, pressing himself up against me. I suppressed a groan as I peeled his arms from around my neck.
“Josh,” I admonished, “didn’t we have a deal?”
Josh grinned up at me as he let his hands slide from my shoulders and linger unnecessarily on my arms.
Don’t think about it… don’t even think about it
, I chanted mentally.
“I know, but this is just a hug, see?” He turned to Jorja, who shrieked as he wrapped his cold body around hers.
“That is definitely cheating.” I went to find a patch of shade to reapply some suncream. Trystan was definitely scowling at me as I sat down, and I didn’t really know how to respond, because that was a pretty bizarre response for someone who’d had to psych himself up to kiss me.
“Want a hand?”
I looked over my shoulder at Josh. I’d heard him offer his turn batting to Jorja, and she was just lining up to take her first pitch from Trystan—i.e. there was no chance she was going to come and help. I looked back up at the youngest brother and didn’t bother to hide my weary sigh. His grin didn’t waver; it wasn’t smug and arrogant. He just looked thrilled and a little nervous.
It wasn’t hard to work out why the sudden change in attitude: thanks to my little slip of the tongue, he now knew I was interested in him. And I’d definitely lied to Jorja when I’d implied my reaction to Josh had only been because of what Trystan had been doing to me at the time; the boy was cute, and despite the continued protests of my conscience, my ego was loving the slightly lustful fawning in the eyes he fixed on me.
With a last shake of my head, I held out the suncream and turned around so he could do my back.
“Fine,” I said in a monotone. The fact was Jorja wasn’t going to stop and help, and struggling with it by myself was stupid when I was certain Josh was just going to stand there and watch either way.
I stiffened as he squeezed out three spots of bitterly cold cream on either side of my ribs. A pair of not-that-warm hands followed them.