"How in the hell does she still think you can't do stuff around here?" Miles asked his brother. At thirty-one, Mitch was five years older than Miles. From an early age, Miles had looked up to his oldest brother and emulated him in most things. Along with a brother who was two years older than Miles, the three brothers were close, but Miles and Mitch had a special bond. "You taught me most of what I know."
Mitch shrugged as they climbed the stairs. "I fix things without telling her then leave the easy, noticeable stuff for you. It's simple, but it works."
They continued to the master bedroom in companionable silence. As they walked, Miles admired his brother's form.
Mitch was a muscular six feet five inches tall. Having been a football player in high school, he maintained his bulky body with regular visits to the gym. Unlike in his youth, he had let his light brown hair grow out and the thick, wavy locks now reached the middle of his back. On his full, rounded face was a short, pug nose resting above thick, full lips and a full, neatly trimmed auburn beard. His light brown eyes were always filled with mirth and good-natured mischief, being the type of outgoing person who could talk to anyone.
Two inches shorter than his brother, Miles had a leaner, but no less fit, body that hadn't changed much since his years on the high school's basketball team. He kept his slightly darker hair at a medium length and parted on the side. His clean shaven face held the same shapes as Mitch's making them noticeable as brothers, though his eyes were a darker brown.
Once inside the room, Mitch walked over to one of the widows that overlooked the pool in the backyard. He felt Miles's body press against his back as they peeked through the closed blinds. "Looks like they're all suitably occupied."
Miles remained close to his brother as Mitch turned around. He didn't resist when Mitch grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was possessive and dominating. When his lips weren't being bitten, his mouth was filled with his brother's probing tongue. His hands moved around to Mitch's ass and he pulled their crotches together and began to gently hump his brother. When he was allowed to come up for air he said, "Fuck man. Miss me that much?"
"Maybe." Mitch continued to pepper Miles's lips with kisses as his hands roamed his brother's tight back. "You got a problem with that?"
"Not at all." Miles loosened the drawstring on Mitch's swim shorts then stuck his hand inside. He wrapped his hand around the hardening piece of flesh and began to give it slow, short strokes. "I missed you, too."
Mitch let out a growl then pulled their faces back together to repeat the fierce mouth play.
After a few moments, Miles slowly sank to his knees taking Mitch's shorts with him. Using only his lips and tongue, he guided the tip of Mitch's cock into his mouth while his hands busied themselves with kneading his brother's muscular ass cheeks. He focused his energy on sucking the spongy, pointed end and running his tongue under the retracting foreskin. Working his brother's thick cock head was one of his favorite things to do. The feel of it growing and swelling in his mouth along with tasting the essence of masculinity -- Mitch's essence -- trapped in the foreskin was a singular pleasure that he always felt too many people overlooked. Even under the lingering taste of chlorinated water that clung to Mitch, Miles could taste the musk and fermented flavor of his brother. It was enhanced by the small amount of dick cheese that clung to the slowly retracting foreskin and cock head. And when his mouth began to fill with the warmth of beer-induced urine, he swallowed it without hesitation. By the time the flow of Mitch's piss subsided, he was lightly grazing his teeth across the firm flesh of the fully inflated crown. As he continued to suckle on the fully engorged end, he loosened the string on his own shorts and pushed a hand under his waistband to begin slowly working his dick.
"Shit," Mitch hissed as he placed a broad hand on Miles's head and began to gently thrust into his brother's mouth. Looking down, his eyes focused on his brother's dick extending above his waistband. "Those two inches seem to get fucking hotter every time I see them."
Miles turned his eyes upward and smiled around the hard dick moving between his lips. He hooked the waistband of his shorts beneath his balls then removed his hand from his dick, letting it sway erratically as it throbbed and twitched. Nearly identical to the one in his mouth, his cock was a thick, fairly straight piece of uncut flesh that ended with a highly flared and pointed tip. But where Mitch had a dick that was a solid eight inches long, his was just over ten inches. The two of them had often joked that the two inches missing from Miles's height had gone to his dick. After seeing Mitch eye him for a moment, he wasn't surprised when Mitch pulled out then turned around.
"I want those inches, bro," Mitch said as he pushed in ass against Mile's face.
Miles grabbed Mitch's lightly furred ass cheeks in each hand and pulled them apart as he extended his tongue and pressed his face into his brother's ass. The flavor of the pool had not reached Mitch's puckered hole and he moaned tasting the funk and musk trapped in the warm skin and auburn hair surrounding it. He sucked and pressed his tongue against the opening feeling it give way easily against the pressure. Soon, the wet sounds of him tongue fucking his brother's ass mixed with their soft moans of pleasure. When Mitch's hips began to match his rhythm, he let his brother ride his tongue while he flicked it around, playing it against the slightly loosened muscle.
Mitch let out a deep moan. With unrestrained need he said, "You gotta give 'em to me now."
Without hesitation, Miles stood and gripped Mitch's hips. "I'll give you the two at the bottom. I know they're your favorite." Using only the angle of his own hips to help him, he lined up his cock and pressed it to his brother's hole. Even though he had worked Mitch's asshole with his tongue it was still mostly dry and progress was slow as he pushed into the opening. His thick crown encountered a good amount of resistance as it tried to enter and he gradually increased the pressure against his brother. Eventually the tight ring expanded just enough to accommodate him and he popped inside with a satisfied groan. As he continued to push forward, the heat of friction steadily grew along with his arousal. Hearing Mitch groan and hiss from the discomfort of the mostly dry entry caused his dick to repeatedly flex and swell, pulsing with need. While he normally would have at least used spit to lubricate himself, he knew they both wanted and needed this primal coupling, to feel nothing but skin against skin. As he continued to push, his cock moved deeper into Mitch with skips and stutters as their flesh stuck to each other then released unexpectedly. By the time his trimmed, yet still bushy, pubic hair finally pressed against Mitch's ass, they were both breathing heavily from the exertion.
Though it was what he wanted, Mitch grunted and whimpered wantonly as Miles pulled back and tried to find a rhythm. His hole burned from the dry entry and he could feel it sticking uncomfortably to his brother's hard flesh. It took a good amount of time for his ring to loosen and for Miles's cock to become lubricated enough with his ass juices to allow easier passage. By that point he was shivering with need and could barely focus. Uncertain of how long they had been gone, he peeked around the blinds again to check that everyone was still occupied downstairs. His wife happened to be looking up at the same time. He waved to her then held up a thumb while mouthing that Miles was taking care of things. Seeing her smile in response, he put the blinds back in place and let out a deep moan. "Fuck, she just saw me."
"Good thing she didn't see me, too," Miles said as he increased the speed of his hips.
