Riding on a rough and rocky dirt road through the trees was different than ripping around on a maintained motocross track. More jarring bumps, more scenery to look at. My twin brother, Samuel, and I were in our element, though. We had been riding this road to Crescent Lake Lodge since we first started motorbiking back when we were eleven.
Our parents would have been horrified that we had been allowed to go on our own into the forest. But that was the fun of staying with Uncle Jesse in the Canadian Okanagan for two weeks every summer. He gave us our freedom. Never tied us down. Allowed us to explore.
And the lodge was one of our favorite places. It took us almost two hours to get there and was inaccessible to most vehicles, but those who could reach it were treated to a large log structure that had been there for almost one hundred years, a small campsite, and the absolute best fries.
Plus, the craziest collection of old cars, signs, railway equipment, lanterns, and anything else that had been harvested near the property from the turn of the last century.
Our plan today wasn’t to camp. We made the trek today simply for the fries and a chance to enjoy the outdoors. By the time we arrived, we were sweaty and ready for a break.
After we parked our bikes and took off our helmets, Samuel pounded me on the shoulder, laughing. "My ass is going to be so sore," he managed between chuckles.
"Bit of a rough ride," I agreed.
"Always worth it." Samuel led the way up the stairs and into the lodge. The scent of pine logs and lingering woodsmoke inside was immediate. I loved that smell. It was comfy and homey.
We walked toward the restaurant area and wove our way through the antique tables and chairs to reach the order counter. "Two fries," Samuel said to the woman hovering there.
"And two beers," I said. "Whatever you've got that's local."
"Can I see some ID?"
"Sure thing." Samuel and I dug around in our jacket pockets and produced two sets of identification with two identical faces. We could swap and no one would be the wiser.
After the woman checked the birth dates on our cards. Both cards for some reason; as if we'd have different birthdays, she rang in our order on a brass cash register from the early 1900s. The ancient piece of equipment was for esthetic purposes, lending to the old-world charm of the place.
The drawer likely contained cash but beside it was a debit machine.
"That'll be twenty-eight even."
Samuel gripped my arm. "Your turn, Sawyer."
"Sure." I nudged him out of the way and tapped my debit card on the screen.
"Find a seat," the woman said. "I'll bring everything out to you."
Once we chose a table with a view of the lake, stripped out of our leather jackets, and slung them over the backs of two chairs. We took seats across from one another.
"I wish we had more than a week's holiday," Samuel said.
"We were lucky to both get time off work at all. Two weeks would have been asking a bit much of Mitchell." Mitchell was our boss at the motorcycle repair shop we worked at when we weren't in class at the university. He already accommodated our schedule a lot.
Going to see Uncle Jesse at the end of summer was a tradition, though. One we had no intention of breaking. We'd started spending two weeks in our mom's stepbrother's home in the woods from the time we were ten. It was always a wild time with dirt bikes, ATVs, and bonfires.
Wouldn't miss it for the world.
"Was hoping it would be cooler today," I said.
"Not much chance of that. Cools off quick at night, though."
"Smores around the bonfire tonight?" I grinned at him. Stupid question. It wasn't a successful bonfire unless something was cooked on it. Hotdogs or smores. Both would do.
"As long as you don't wipe your chocolatey hands on my jeans again, sure."
I smirked and snorted. Things had got a bit rough between us last night. What started as a nice peaceful evening around the fire turned into a wrestling match on the mulch.
Uncle Jesse hadn't stepped in to stop us. He'd simply laughed, watching us with a beer near his lips. I think beer might have been the problem. Although Samuel and I had been rolling around, trying to best one another since we were kids. It was different now, though. Ever since we had double-teamed our neighbor, our relationship felt more high-strung, as if we were holding back.
I could still remember the taste of my twin brother's lips. The feel of his naked body in front of me as he fucked our shared conquest. Holding Samuel's thrusting hips, my cock riding his crease, and kissing the back of his neck had flipped a switch in me.
I didn't know what to do with it. Either did Samuel. He'd been keeping his distance.
We dug in after our fries and beer were delivered to the table. The crispy potatoes were heaven. In unison, we hummed as we ate. Only stopping to wash them down with what tasted like an IPA. The bottle said it was brewed on Vancouver Island. Not local … but close enough.
"I gotta take a piss before we head back out," Samuel said as he stood and wiped his hands on one of the two thin napkins we'd been given.
"Me too. Take a walk through the museum before we go?"
"Of course."
I finished my beer and rubbed as much grease off my fingers as I could. The washrooms were on the outside of the building at the back. We left through the rear door and headed for them.
The men's washroom contained one toilet in a cubicle, a shower stall next to it, and one urinal. Samuel beat me to the urinal. I wandered close to him as he dug his dick out of his pants.
His cock was identical to mine. He looked over his shoulder at me, his chest heaving for some reason as his gaze wandered my face. I stepped up to the urinal and pulled my cock out.
I swear to God, my brother shivered.
As he started his stream, so did I. He leaned against my shoulder and redirected his dick, so we were spilling in one combined flow. It felt dirty and exhilarating. I touched my cockhead to his to really amp things up. He felt firm and warm. I tapped his cap with mine a couple of times.
The sound he made was so sweet.
Eventually, the confusing experience came to an end as we drained our bladders.
Without a word, we tucked our cocks away, washed our hands, and left the washroom. There was an absence of our usual chatter as we meandered through the antiques we had seen so many times before over the years. The quiet continued as we mounted our bikes.
Thankfully, the ride back didn't facilitate an opportunity for us to speak. We drove straight back to Uncle Jesse's without stopping. The late summer sun was making its way behind the surrounding mountains as we pulled our bikes into the shed behind the house.
This house felt as familiar as our family home. Uncle Jesse had been a constant in our lives from the time we were born. Sure, he was Mom's stepbrother, but she'd grown up with him from the time she was three and he was twelve. He was family as family could be.
His house was a complete retreat from the city. A log home in the wilderness with not a single neighbor for miles. Uncle Jesse lived there alone. I don't think he'd ever had a partner.
I shut the shed door. Still no talking. Pretty sure Samuel was busy processing as much as I was. We'd never done that before; touched dicks.
Sure, we'd jerked off in front of one another. What teenage boy hadn't pumped his cock amongst friends? I rolled my eyes as we mounted the stairs to the back door of the house.
Okay, Samuel had been the only one I'd ever done that with. Didn't mean we should take this newfound closeness further. Or maybe the time had come. Maybe this was meant to be.
"You boys have a good ride?" Uncle Jesse had a roasted chicken in front of him and he was ripping it apart like a starving animal. Some chicken ended up on a plate—some in his mouth.
"As rough as I remember it," Samuel replied. "You'd think after all these years, someone would go up there and smooth that road out. They might get more business if they did."
"Maybe they don't want a lot of traffic up there," I countered.
Samuel tipped his head at me. "Yeah, maybe."
I looked at the plate of chicken and the bag of buns. It was one of my favorite dinners, but I wasn't hungry. I needed a shower, and I needed to close my eyes and think.
"I'm gonna grab a shower," Samuel said.
I sighed.
Beat me again.
"I'll get in after you." I briefly considered following him upstairs into the bathroom. Stripping off and joining him under the hot spray of the shower. Feeling his body against mine again.
I shook my head.
No.
Samuel would never feel comfortable with that. What he'd initiated in the lodge's washroom had been a bold move for him. I knew his soul as well as I knew my own. He wanted more of a connection between us, but he wasn't sure how much … or how to ask for it.
I waited in my underwear, sitting on the lower bunk of the room we shared every summer. The bottom bunk was Samuel's. I was up top. We'd flipped a coin for it when we were ten.
When Samuel came into the bedroom, a towel around his waist, I collected my clean underwear and vacated the space. The bathroom was steamy and smelled of Samuel's body wash.
The intoxicating scent filled my senses as I stepped beneath the spray. My cock responded to the image of my brother having been naked in this very space only minutes before.
Groaning, I stroked my stiffening shaft a couple of times then thought better of it. I wanted—no needed to sport a hard-on in front of my twin brother. It was an aching kind of need.
I needed Samuel to know I was desperate for him after what we had shared. Both this afternoon and when we fucked our neighbor. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again.
Scrubbed as clean as I was willing to take the time to do, I exited the shower, dried myself off, yanked on my fresh underwear, and headed for the bedroom.
Samuel was lying on the lower bunk, only wearing his boxers, his chest bare. It was rising and falling faster than the image he was trying to present of his being asleep.
I knew he wasn't. He'd been waiting for me.
After I shut the door behind me, I crossed the room. Samuel rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. A fire ignited in them as his gaze fell on me.
I didn't need to ask him what he needed. I knew. Samuel's bed creaked as I ducked beneath the upper bunk and crawled onto it. Straddling his thighs, I looked down at him.
His lips parted, then his pink tongue nipped out and licked the bottom one. I planted my hands on either side of his head and leaned down enough to make our breath mingle.
"This is what you want," I said.
Samuel simply nodded. It was all the assurance I needed. I pressed my lips to his and moaned deep and low as he swept his hands into my damp hair and made every attempt to consume my mouth. He was a man possessed. My twin—for me. Samuel clung to clumps of my hair and thrust his tongue past my lips. His heels came to rest on my ass, and he pulled me to him.
His cock was as hard as mine. I layered my chest on him, thrilled with the panting breaths he was taking as we devoured one another. He separated his legs, and I found my place between his thighs. I ground my cock against Samuel's and his hips rose to increase the friction.
He released my mouth, and his lips found their way to the soft skin behind my ear. His breath was hot and damp. He wrapped his legs around me and grabbed onto my ass.
"Make me cum," he whispered.
Sweet Jesus.
I increased the thrusting of my hips, our underwear an infuriating barrier. But I knew Samuel wanted it there. I nibbled and sucked on his earlobe. "God, you feel good."
"Waited so long," was his response.
"Too long."
Samuel tipped his head back and clung tighter to my ass. I was close. We both were. I adjusted my angle and buried my cock against his, pumping and grinding.
"Sawyer," he whimpered. "God … oh, God … I'm gonna cum."
"What the fucking hell is going on here!"
My heart nearly shuddered to a complete stop. Samuel gripped my arms and we both turned our heads to look toward the door. Now open. Now filled with the towering figure of Uncle Jesse.
He'd caught us. We'd finally given in to our desires.
And he'd caught us.
"I came up here to see if you wanted dinner?" He crossed his arms, his grey eyes staring at us. "I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to walk in on something like this."
I scurried off Samuel and the bed, my mind spinning for an explanation I could bounce off Uncle Jesse and see if it stuck. Samuel stayed in the darkness of the lower bunk.
He had tears in his eyes.
I turned to face our uncle. "Look … we were just playing around."
"Yup," he said, nodding in response. "Figured that out." He didn't look mad. He took a step toward me. "And how often do the two of you play around?"
"It's new," Samuel answered with no more volume than a mouse.
Uncle Jesse drew a long breath. "Out to the woodshed." He pointed at each of us in turn. "Both of you and don't bother getting dressed. I've obviously allowed you too much freedom over the years for you to think you could do this in my house. You're both lacking discipline."
Not going to lie … I popped a damned boner.
"Out of there." Uncle Jesse motioned for Samuel to exit the bunk. He came out feet first and unfolded himself. My brother looked as cautiously intrigued as I felt.
Uncle Jesse stepped out of the doorway. "Okay … come on … let's get a move on."
Samuel jogged down the stairs ahead of me, ducked through the kitchen, and out the back door. The sun had set. The only illumination was the string of lights over the picnic table and a few solar lights shoved into the ground along the path to the woodshed.
The little grey rocks of the path dug into the bottoms of my feet as I followed Samuel. Not so much pain as a curious sensation. A welcome sort of discomfort. We were outside in our underwear headed for who knows what. Neither of us had even bothered to try and defy him.
"Go around the side of the woodshed first." Uncle Jesse walked up behind us and gave us a gentle shove. "Pick your switch." Okay, yeah … absolute boner material.
It was complete darkness along the hedge, but when our uncle handed me a pocketknife, I managed to cut a length of branch. I handed it to Uncle Jesse along with the knife.
He motioned for us to move.
The woodshed wasn't so much a shed as an open but covered place to store firewood. There was no protection from the elements and the temperature was dipping off.
We'd be shivering before long.
"Find a place along the logs and drop that underwear."
Samuel peered over at me. Around the front side of the woodshed, there was enough light for me to see his face. We both looked at our uncle. The man we'd grown up around. The man who had made an effort to attend every milestone in our lives. He wasn't playing around. He was busy stripping the leaves off the branch, then he gave it a practice swish through the air.
"I'm waiting, boys. Don't make your Uncle Jesse wait."
My brother and I turned to face the logs and eased our underwear off our hips. The cool air circulated around my cock and balls. I placed my hands on the rough bark before me.
Samuel grunted as our uncle's first strike landed on his ass. I jerked when I was next. He was going to alternate between us. It wasn't long until the switch really started to sting. My brother reached for my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. We were in this together.
Neither of us could stop the whimpering and mewling as the strikes came harder and faster. We lay our chests on the logs even though the abrasiveness of the bark scratched our bare skin.
"That's right," Uncle Jesse said. "You did this to each other. You just couldn't keep your dirty hands off one another." The switch stopped. "Sawyer … make it up to your brother."
I straightened and looked over my shoulder at Uncle Jesse. I cleared the tears from my eyes so I could see him better. He was cupping his crotch with his hand.
I knew what he wanted.
"Samuel, I'm sorry." I touched my brother's shoulder until he stood and turned to face me. I stroked his cheek and ran my hand into his hair. "Let me make it up to you."
My twin brother's hand came to rest on my waist. And tugged.
God, yes.
I stepped closer to him until our hips and chests shared a continuous caress. I tipped my head and breathed across his lips. He fell onto them … his mouth gentle but insistent.
We kissed beneath the moonlight as if we were the only ones there. Our own private moment. Samuel wrapped his arms around me and freed my mouth. "I forgive you."
"Yes …." A voice from directly beside us. Uncle Jesse had wandered closer, and we hadn't noticed, we were so immersed in one another. I tore myself away from my brother.
Uncle Jesse had his dick out. A quick nod of his head told me where this was going. I grabbed Samuel's hand and dragged him to his knees alongside me, careful not to sink my sore ass onto my heels. Then, as innocent as fucking lambs, we peered up at our uncle and opened our mouths.
"Such good boys," he mumbled and jammed his thick hands into our hair. "I knew a bit of discipline would go a long way." Seemingly satisfied with our obedience, he grabbed his dick.
He enticed Samuel's tongue with his bulk first, slapping it onto the flat surface a couple of times. "Do you want this, nephew? Tell me how much you want my cock."
Samuel groaned and tipped his head back further. He was trembling. He licked his lips. "Fuck my face and punish me, Uncle Jesse. I want your cock to fuck my throat so hard."
I grinned. Who knew my brother had such a filthy mouth?
Made me want to kiss it again.
"Fucking hell," Uncle Jesse muttered. "Such a dirty little slut."
Samuel shuffled closer to our uncle's feet and gripped his thighs as he was fed the monster Uncle Jesse had been keeping from us. Uncle Jesse grabbed Samuel's head and pumped into him, his hips immediately thrashing my brother into coughing and sputtering.
My dick recovered after the pain of the beating my ass had received. I stroked it slowly, enjoying the sounds of my brother's mouth being used. I wondered what Samuel would feel like if he sucked on mine. My lust surged and I released a guttural sound of absolute need.
Uncle Jesse patted my face. "Don't worry. Your turn next." He tapped his thick wet cock, coated in my brother's saliva, on my nose. "Beg for it."
Easily done.
"Please, Uncle Jesse. Please. I want to choke on your big cock." Not as descriptive as my brother's plea but it had enough merit to make Uncle Jesse press his dick against my lips.
I opened for him.
I managed a quick breath before he filled my throat. Using my tongue and lips to compress his length, he slid in and out with an aggression I'd never witnessed from him, battering my gag reflex into reacting. I coughed and spat onto the ground, panting when he withdrew.
"Stand … both of you. Face first … lean over them logs."
We did as we were ordered to do, scrambling off our knees and finding what we hoped would be a comfortable position to be disciplined further. Uncle Jesse tapped my hip.
"Closer to your brother," he said. "Closer to your twin."
I moved over until Samuel and I were thigh to thigh. Uncle Jesse caressed the side of my waist. "Yes, that's it," he murmured. "That's the way it should be."
I closed my eyes as he lowered himself onto his knees. I'd never been as hard. My cock was drooling fiercely, decorating the planks of wood flooring. Uncle Jesse grasped my aching ass cheeks and pried them open, then his hot breath warmed my ridged pucker before he dove in.
He used his firm tongue to circle and prod my hole. He hummed against my flesh, a man devouring a meal long denied him. I wondered how long he'd been wanting to do this.
Uncle Jesses ate my ass until I was groaning and squirming. I sucked in a breath when he pulled away, exposing my wet hole to the air for a moment.
"Ah … fuck," Samuel murmured. Our uncle had moved to Samuel to drive him as crazed as I already felt. To hear my twin brother begging for more hardened me even further.
If that was even possible.
My cock felt too hot and tight for my skin. Uncle Jesse rose to his feet, and I heard his buckle clink open. He was going all the way with this. My brother and I were so primed for it.
I gripped the logs as Uncle Jesse nudged my legs further apart. We'd long since abandoned our underwear so I was able to open wide for him. His cockhead pressed against my hole. It was bulky and I whimpered as he pushed it in past my tight ring. Uncle Jesse wasn't a prepper.
I was all right with that. I liked the pain.
"Jeezus." He jammed his dick high into my guts, slid back, and snapped his hips forward, shoving me roughly against the logs. I braced myself to protect my chest.
Pumping his hips, Uncle Jesse kept filling me so exquisitely, I couldn't stay quiet. My soft moans turned to pleas for more and a constant stream of obscenities.
He snaked his hand around my neck and clung to my throat as he pounded me even harder. It was hard to breathe. I fucking loved it. He hammered into me hard then swiftly vacated my hole, leaving my mind and body reeling. Samuel grunted and shifted forward beside me.
Before long, my twin brother was being ridden hard. The entire time, he didn't take his attention off me. I knew what he was thinking. But I also knew that would be a long road to travel.
For now, I could immerse myself in his pleasure. I touched his face then kissed him. The feel of my lips on his set him off. He became a ravenous and lust-fueled creature. His wet hot mouth and tongue consumed me until I was breathless. Uncle Jesse was fucking him.
But he wanted me.
"That's it, boys," our uncle said from above us. "Comfort one another."
"Sawyer," Samuel whispered after we separated our lips, our foreheads touching.
"I know, brother … I know."
Uncle Jesse groaned and stilled, after jerking his hips forward. He was filling my brother with his cum. He slid high once, then pulled out, and pinching his cock came back to me and slid in.
He was already slick as he spilled what was left of his cum inside me.
Our Uncle Jesse had bred us both. I'd never felt closer to Samuel.
After much grunting and thrusting, Uncle Jesse was eventually finished with us. He withdrew his fat dripping cock from my ass. My heart nearly went into cardiac arrest when Samuel rose, turned, dropped to his knees, and opened his mouth to receive it.
I shivered and went to my knees beside my twin brother as he sucked the cum off Uncle Jesse's dick. A dick that had just been up my ass. A dick that had been somewhere I desperately wanted to claim for myself. My brother's hole called to me. Maybe someday we'd get there.
I angled closer so I could have some of the pungent treat. Our uncle held firm to his softening dick as my brother and I licked and sucked him clean.
"Such good boys." He traced his cockhead across our lips then stepped back and yanked up his pants. He stared at us for a few moments then turned and headed for the house.
I lowered my hand to my cock. It hadn't waned. I was so horny; my cock was throbbing. I stroked it a few times, then looked up as Samuel stepped closer to me. I lowered my hand when my brother ran his hand down my abs, to the base of my cock, then cupped my balls.
I groaned and threw my head back. I'd never wanted something more. He cradled my shaft so softly and gently, I thought I would scream. Agonizingly slow, his cock came to rest alongside mine. Warm flesh against mine in the chilly night air. He clasped us both in his hand.
I clung to his shoulder as he caressed us both, his hand tight, our cocks pressed together. Caressing turned to pumping. Pumping turned to jerking. Faster and faster. My whole body was alight. I clung to his face and kissed him again. It seemed like the right thing to do. This wasn't a quick jerk-off between brothers. This meant something to both of us.
My gut felt as if it coiled tight and my balls lifted.
"So close," I whispered after taking a moment to breathe.
"Me too."
Pinpoints of stars launched into sparkling lights behind my eyelids, and I clung tight to my twin brother. A man I loved more than myself.
And spilled. Cumming again and again; Samuel's hand slipped through the mess, coating us both until he joined me, cumming all over my pubes.
We panted together in the moonlight, propping ourselves up on one another until we slowed down from the most incredible high I'd ever had. I hoped Samuel felt the same.
Without a word, he stepped back from me and went in search of his boxers. When he found them, he used them to clean his hands. He avoided looking my way.
"Sam." I walked toward him, my heart thundering. Did he regret what we did? He didn't answer me. Just looked toward the house. I grabbed his arm. "Sam."
He pulled away. "I'm good, Sawyer. Just give me half a second to process, all right?"
As he started to head to the house, I grabbed my underwear and caught up with him. The kitchen was empty. So was the landing at the top of the stairs. Samuel slipped into the bathroom and shut the door on me. I felt sick. Being alienated by my brother would kill me.
I went to the bedroom and just waited around. Eventually, Samuel joined me. He had a wet washcloth in his hand. He handed it to me.
"Here … it's warm. Clean yourself up."
His voice sounded uncertain.
"Thanks."
I gave myself a good rubdown. I had to piss but it could wait. Samuel was waiting for me to finish. My brother needed me to sort through and categorize what happened in the woodshed.
"Can we lie down?" he asked and pointed toward his bunk.
"Yeah … sure." I followed him into it. I lay flat on my back and Samuel arranged himself with his head on my shoulder, his hand on my chest, rising and falling with my breath.
I felt him smile against my skin. "Who knew Uncle Jesse was such a beast?"
I chuckled. This felt better. He was joking around. "Pounded my ass into absolute submission. I feel well and truly disciplined."
Samuel laughed then quietened. "Not the best part, though."
I stroked his hair. "You and me?"
"Yeah."
"You liked it?"
Again, that smile on my skin. "What do you think, asshole."
I ruffled his hair. "Be nice." Then kissed his head. "Best orgasm I ever had."
"Me too … and that confuses me."
"Because I'm your twin brother."
Samuel nodded. "It should feel wrong … and it kind of does. But that's what makes it so hot."
"But it feels right, too … right?"
Another nod. "Yeah … so right." He snuggled closer. "Hold me."
Like you're the most precious thing in the world to me. I tugged him tighter into my embrace. Because you are. Who knows how the rest of our holiday would play out now that Uncle Jesse had gotten a taste of our twin asses. He'd be coming back for more.
My main concern, though, was Samuel and how our relationship seemed poised to change. I would never suggest anything to him that he hadn't already indicated he wanted.
I sensed him slip off to sleep in my arms. It wasn't just his body. I wanted more of this. I loved my brother more than any words could describe.
Tomorrow morning in the same bed, waking up with him would set our course. If his fingers traveled in need of me—I'd be there. If they didn't—I'd understand.
Either way, there had been a shift between us that brought us closer. I buried my face alongside his ear beneath his hair and inhaled. I loved this man … I truly did.
My heart couldn't have felt fuller.
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