Chapter 21

I awoke the next morning to sensation of my cock being encased in slick, tight heat and opened my eyes. Dean grinned down at me from where he was straddling my pelvis, his hands resting on my abdomen. I gasped as he rolled his narrow hips and constricted his velvety passage around my member.

I see you decided to skip the foreplay this morning and go straight to the main event, I managed to get out.

He shrugged nonchalantly and continued to rock above me. It ain't my fault if you were sporting an absolutely gorgeous hard-on just now! You know I ain't gonna resist shit like that. You want me to stop?

Fuck, no! I exclaimed. I tried to bring my hands down and realized that they were tied to the bedposts with long silk scarves.

Just noticed that, Captain Oblivious?

Hey, I've been a little distracted! I then thought of what happened on one of the previous occasions when I'd been the one tied up and said plaintively, Please tell me you're not going to spend the next two hours torturing me!

Would I do that, baby? His grin then morphed into a wicked smirk, and he lifted himself up enough to let me see the leather cock ring strapped around the base of my shaft.

I tugged futilely on my restraints and dropped my head to the pillow. I hate you.

Poor, poor Sammy! he mocked as he leaned down to kiss me.

I initially held myself still but soon decided there was no point and kissed back. I started thrusting urgently up into his wet channel, hoping that the sooner I made my brother cum, the sooner he'd remove the damn cock ring. He made a surprised noise at my sudden enthusiasm but quickly got with the program, raising and lowering himself on my cock just as eagerly. He moaned as he angled his hips so that each stroke rubbed his prostrate.

Mmm, you feel so goddamn good! I'm gonna see how many times you can get me off in one go!

I take back everything nice I ever said before. You are an evil, evil monster! I complained.

He snickered. Sticks and stones, little brother.

He slid his hands up his chest to play with his nipples as he rode me fervently. Despite my (mostly feigned) irritation, I had to admit the other man looked amazing above me. The morning sunlight made his dark gold hair gleam, his large green eyes glowed between his long, fluttering lashes, his plush lips looked even more sinful caught in his white teeth, and his fair skin flushed with healthy color. I watched his dusky member bob and drip with our movements and wished I could touch it.

Just as I thought about it, he dropped a hand to that beautiful cock and jacked it. It took only a few strokes before he groaned and ejaculated onto my belly, while his hot passage clenched firmly around my shaft. This didn't slow him down at all—in fact, he braced his hands on my pectoral muscles and moved over me even more vigorously. I groaned when he began pinching my nipples while shoving himself up and then slamming down on my member. I drove up into him just as forcefully and felt the bed sway beneath us.

Sonofabitch, baby boy, do you have any idea how fucking awesome your cock feels inside me? There ain't nothing like it! he panted.

Being in you is pretty damn spectacular too, Dee! I love how hot and snug and moist you always are, and how deep and hard you can take me, I replied. Though this would feel even better if I could cum!

Patience, kiddo—we'll get you there.

Dean suddenly ground his hips against mine with a loud cry and shot all over my stomach again, while his inner muscles clamped down. He sat still for a long moment, and when his motions resumed they were languid and steady. He bent down once more and fitted his lips to mine, licking at them until I opened my mouth. He cradled my head in his hands and kissed me deeply, all the while sliding up and down my length and flexing his taut channel around me at a leisurely pace.

As much as I always loved the feeling of his damp, heated tightness wrapped around my cock, the stimulation eventually started to get perilously close to overwhelming my senses. I whined, Come on, man! I can't take much more!

He gave me one more kiss, sat up, and smiled tenderly. Okay, Sammy.

He stretched over my head and tugged the knots around my wrists loose. The moment I was free, I flipped us both over and began hammering into him, pounding repeatedly into his pleasure spot. As he screamed my name and shuddered through his third orgasm, he reached between us and unsnapped the cock ring. I immediately climaxed so violently that I passed out.

I was on my back and already cleaned up when I came to. Dean was lying next to me, his head propped up on one hand as he gave me an amused look. "How're you feeling, dude?"

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before! I hope you don't expect me to do anything else today, because I'm pretty sure you made me shoot my brains out through my damn cock," I informed him.

"You're welcome! And here, this should help you find your lost brain cells," he said smugly as he handed me a mug of coffee.

I felt much more coherent after being properly caffeinated. We showered—with a little more fooling around, because anyone who could resist my husband covered in water had to be dead—dressed, and made our way to the Main Lodge for breakfast. Once we'd fortified ourselves with omelets, pancakes, and more coffee, we walked up to the Rider's Roost for dogsledding lessons. The instructor showed us how to harness and hitch the dogs to the tandem sled, how to command them to stop or go, and how to maneuver on the trail. We then took turns driving the sled over the trails around the resort while the other rode in front, with the instructor accompanying us in case we needed assistance.

After a few hours of mushing around, we returned the dogs and sled and retired to the Roost for lunch. Over bowls of hearty chili and buttery cornbread, we enthused over the experience.

"That was awesome, man! D'ya think we can hitch Hannibal up to a small sled when he's bigger?" Dean wondered.

"I don't know, but I'll pay good money to watch you try!" I replied.

We then took a hospitality Jeep over to the archery range, where we wowed the other guests with our skill. Though we tended to use crossbows more during hunting, we were quite familiar with recurve and long bows as well. It was nice to use the skill for recreational purposes for a change, and we both enjoyed showing off for the civilians.

Our next stop was back at the Rider's Roost, this time for sledding. This again was something we hadn't been able to indulge much in as children. There were a few times where our motel was close enough to a decent-sized hill, so we'd sneak out after homework and training were done. We could never afford an actual sled of course, so we made do with trashcan lids, plywood boards, or whatever else we could scrounge up. Now we got to spend a good couple of hours racing down the slopes, whooping and laughing like little kids again.

We returned to our cabin to clean up and change before going back to the Main Lodge. We first went to the Rooftop Lounge for cocktail hour, where we sipped whiskey and scotch and socialized with some of the guests and staff. Then it was on to the Dining Room for a dinner of wild mushroom-gorgonzola dip with toast points, spinach salad, grilled pork chops for him and sous vide duck breast for me, and ice cream and sorbet for dessert.

We were met at our cabin by two of the staff masseuses, who set up their tables in the living room for the couple's massage that came with our getaway package. We unwound as we were both given full-body rubdowns for an hour, leaving us feeling loose and boneless. Once the masseuses left, we undressed completely, threw on bathrobes, and took the bottle of champagne, a couple of glasses, and the chocolates out to the hot tub.

After hurriedly dropping the robes and hopping into the tubs, we relaxed in the hot, bubbling water. Dean groaned contentedly and asked, "Think we can get one of these eventually?"

"Maybe . . . or get a pool with an attached Jacuzzi. It'd be more work to maintain, but we have plenty of space in the backyard," I replied after taking a sip of champagne. "It's certainly something to consider."

"Man, this is the life! Think 'bout the people who come to places like this on a regular basis though. I can barely imagine how loaded some of these dudes must be!"

"Feeling a little envious, Dean?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I'm completely satisfied with our life, baby. Guess it just feels kinda weird being here sometimes. I mean, this time last year, we were happy if the shitty motel room we were in didn't smell too bad and had more than lukewarm water in the shower. And now look at us—drinking champagne at some fancy-ass ski resort!"

More important, we got an awesome home, two fucking adorable pets, jobs we both really like, you're back in school, and we're still saving people. And above everything else, we got each other. When you compare the past few months, hell, the past year, to the rest of our crappy lives before . . . you gotta admit it's almost unbelievable, he continued.

I get these dreams every once in a while . . . more like nightmares, where none of this is real—either it never happened at all or was only in a djinn wish-coma or something. Then I wake up, see you beside me in our bed, and I'm so fucking relieved.

I moved closer and put my arms around my husband. Just bad dreams, Dee. This is all really real, and we earned it. More importantly, I'm not going anywhere—we're together forever.

I kissed him reassuringly, and he leaned against me and sighed. Before he could say anything else, I tugged him onto my lap and ran my hands down his body, caressing the sleek muscles of his chest and abdomen. He hummed into my mouth happily and then kissed his way along my jaw.

You trying to distract me? he murmured while nibbling on my ear.

My hands moved to his back and rubbed slowly. Maybe. Is it working?

Dean kissed me in response. I pulled him around so that his back rested against my chest and slid my hands up to his pecs. I bent my head to suck at the base of his neck and tugged at the tender peaks of his nipples. He moaned and arched his back, grinding his firm ass against my groin. He reached behind him to stroke my stiffening cock, his callused fingers sliding over my glans and shaft.

I soon dropped my hands to his hips to lift him up and let him sink down on my length, his tight passage stretching around me. He made a pleased purring sound when I bottomed out and gently squeezed his inner walls. I tightened my grip and started thrusting up into his heated channel, groaning at the always amazing sensation of being surrounded by the most important person in my life, by his body, his thoughts, his emotions, his soul.

Love you so much, Dee! I whispered as I surged into him. Love being with you like this! I'm always going to be with you—you know that right?

God, the things your cock does to me! he panted. I know, Sammy—know they're just dreams. And I love you too!

He braced his hands on my thighs and began rising up and sliding down, keening each time my member grazed his prostate. We moved together for a long time, our bodies and minds in sync as the water jetted around us. Eventually I wrapped one arm around my lover's waist to hold him still while I continued to pound against his sweet spot, and my other hand curled around his cock and jerked it rapidly. He cried out loudly as his passage contracted and his cum shot into the water. I plunged into him a few times more before climaxing as well.

Dean slumped against me, breathing heavily. Dude, that was awesome! But we should probably get outta here before we turn into raisins.

Alright. I just hope you're not tired, because I'm not done with you yet!

After exchanging long, slow blowjobs upon waking the next morning, we showered, dressed, and had French toast, eggs, and bacon at the Main Lodge. Then it was on to the Riding Roost, where we tried skijoring, in which we were each pulled along on skis behind a mounted horse along forest trails around the resort. It reminded me both of the time some friends took me cross-country skiing over winter break at Stanford and of when Dean and I went wakeboarding on our honeymoon. And the way he eyed the horses made me resolve to look into riding lessons near our home in the spring.

Upon our return to the Main Lodge, we had gourmet burgers in the Dining Room for lunch. Dean then disappeared into the kitchen for a dessert workshop taught by the staff pastry chef. Left to my own devices for the next three hours, I went to the Activities Center to relax and play with the wooden jigsaw puzzles and board games there. Some of the puzzles turned out to be more challenging than I expected, and I barely noticed the time passing by before he found me after the end of the workshop.

We briefly returned to our cabin to wash up and change, my husband chattering animatedly the whole time about what he'd learned, before going back to the Dining Room for a seven-course meal at the chef's table. Each course—an amusé bouche of mushroom tartare on crispy wontons with spicy peanut dressing on rice noodles; a greens salad with watermelon, feta cheese, sunflower seeds, candied pecan dust, and buttermilk dressing; shrimp with purple cauliflower, crab, uni sauce, caviar, and chives; lamb meatballs with dill Havarti, cucumber, and tomato confit; seared duck breast with cinnamon pear jam, leeks, Andouille sausage, and goat cheese; pan-roasted flat iron steak with butternut squash puree, wax beans, chanterelles, bleu cheese, potato leek broth, and mustard veal stock reduction; and cannoli-stuffed beignets with dark chocolate sauce, pomegranate seeds, and powdered sugar—was paired with a different premium wine, and the food was easily on par with what we'd had at Chavah Island. We also tried the desserts Dean had made at the workshop, which consisted of Godiva white chocolate raspberry ice cream, mocha crème caramel with cinnamon crème anglaise, and dark chocolate truffles with Chambord sauce, and he blushed at my enthusiastic compliments.

We then went up to the Rooftop Lounge for after-dinner cocktails. After the sweets we'd just had, my brother apparently was in the mood for port and dessert wines. As he crouched in front of one of the wine racks, his pants rode down enough that I caught a flash of bright pink. I moved closer to get a better look and realized I was seeing the back of a hot pink satin thong with a red heart print.

The blood rushed from my head and my mouth simultaneously started to water at the thought of what the rest of the thong looked like. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up, growling, "We need to head back to our cabin now!"

He threw me a confused glance, which cleared when I stuck my hand under the waistband of his pants and fingered the elastic of the panties. He grinned and said mischievously, "Oh, guess you found those! Sure you can't wait a bit, man? We ain't finished our drinks yet, ya know."

I growled again at his teasing and tugged him out of the Lounge. Once we were outside, Dean yanked his hand free and ran off with a laugh, prompting me to give chase. I caught up to him as he was trying to unlock the door to our cabin, pushed him against the log wall, and claimed his mouth fiercely. After a couple minutes of deep kissing, he pushed me off long enough to get the door open. I pounced on him again, and we tumbled into the cabin.

Once we were both inside, I kicked the door closed and yanked off everything else he was wearing, ripping a seam or two and sending a couple buttons flying in the process. I then paused for a moment to admire the sight of my lover lying on top of his discarded clothes on the tiled floor of the living room, now wearing nothing but the heart-print thong. He in turn watched me with an amused smile on his lips as I scrambled out of my own clothes.

As soon as I was naked, I threw myself back on top of him, locking lips ardently and stroking his hard cock through the satin material. He moaned into my mouth and pushed against my hand, and the fabric over his glans was soon damp from pre-ejaculate fluid. I mouthed my way down his neck and chest to nip and suck at his nipples, while my hand shifted down to rub the smooth cloth over his perineum and entrance until that too was moist from slick. He arched under my mouth, making it even easier to suckle at each of the pink peaks.

I slid down even further until I could lick along the length of his shaft, soaking the front of the thong with my spit, while he twined his fingers in my hair and tugged urgently. I then pushed his legs apart and shoved the wet fabric between them aside, revealing his puckered hole. I bent down and thrust my tongue inside, licking at his silky membranes and tasting his salty fluids.

As I lapped at his entrance and listened to him mewl with pleasure, I demanded, Were you wearing these panties all day? Feeling this satiny material rub over your cock while you were on the skis or in the workshop?

N—no, only since when we ch—changed before dinner, he panted.

I sat up and pressed his legs up and back even further, until his mostly bare buttocks were up in the air. I gave each cheek a light slap and said, But it makes your ass look so good, baby!

I rose up on my knees and angled his pelvis until I could sink into his wet hole. He gasped and threw his legs over my shoulders as I bent him in half and continued to push in until I was fully seated in his taut passage. He moaned and flexed his inner walls with each thrust as I began pounding relentlessly into him.

Take it—take my cock! I growled as I snapped my hips into his ass. Drive me so crazy with how hot you are!

Yeah Sammy, give it to me! Ahh, love your cock! he cried in response. Love you, baby brother!

It didn't take long before we were both screaming out our release. We panted heavily for a moment, and then Dean twisted around until he was on his hands and knees. He leaned down to rest his forehead on his hands, curved his back, and pushed his ass against me.

C'mon Sammy, ride me hard! Need you to pound my ass, he crooned invitingly.

I fitted my hands on his hips over the waistband of the bright pink thong and resumed plunging vigorously into his hot channel. He hummed in pleasure and rocked back and forth on his knees, impaling himself energetically on my cock. With his whispered urgings in my head, I continued hammering into his moist depths, feeling his silky walls slide and squeeze around my member as I endeavored to hit his prostrate with each forceful thrust. He was soon groaning, cursing, and chanting my name as I drove into him insistently, neither of us wanting our twined passion to end.

God, Dee! Can never get enough of you! Do you want more?

Fuck yeah, sweetheart! Gimme all you got!

I dug my fingers into my husband's hips and yanked them back hard onto my cock. Then I proceeded to slam into him over and over, until his hands were scrabbling for purchase and his voice was begging for release. As his channel clamped down on my shaft in the throes of orgasm, I jerked him back onto me one last time and shot my load.

We both collapsed to the floor, our muscles limp and wrung out. Dean was sprawled half on top of me, and even his purr sounded tired.

Dude, I couldn't cum again right now even if someone held a gun to my head, I gasped.

I don't wanna hear it—I'll be lucky if I can walk anytime in the next hour! And the next time you need to go all Tarzan on my ass, how 'bout you wait 'til we're on carpet or something? he grumbled.

Bitch, bitch, bitch. C'mon, old man, let's get you to bed.

I staggered to my feet and tugged on his hand until he joined me, then we slowly made our way into the bedroom, leaving our wrecked clothing behind. We flopped onto the bed and pulled the covers over us, and I arranged him so that his head was resting on my shoulder and his arm was lying across my waist.

Better now, love? I asked, running my fingers through his soft, sweaty hair. After he murmured contentedly into my clavicle, I went on, "The dessert workshop you took today got me thinking, Dee. Have you considered taking classes?"

He shifted his head enough for one green eye to peer up at me. "You mean college? What for? Don't need it for what I'm doing now, Sammy."

"And I know you love this job, man. But you might want more in the future, and I think getting a mechanical engineering degree or something similar could be really beneficial," I said. "I mean, you already design and build these amazing gadgets, and a degree could help you make a real career out of it. Or if you want to stick with automotive work, it could help you improve the business or get into design."

"I dunno . . . You know I never liked school—that's always been more your gig. And how the hell could I get into college when I never finished high school?"

I explained, "Without getting into Dad's prejudices, you didn't like school because you were bored with the repetition from moving around so often and with subjects you didn't see the use of. College is different though—the curriculum is tailored towards your field of study, and you have more control over the courses.

"And yes, you didn't graduate high school. But you do have your GED, and you scored really high on it. You always did well in the classes you were interested in, like math and science, so I think you'll do fine in college."

"Do they have an engineering program at your university?" Dean asked.

"Unfortunately, UO doesn't have an engineering school. But I did a little looking online while I was in the Activities Center. Oregon State University, which is about an hour away from home, has a pretty good one. If you want to ease into it or save some money, Lane Community College in Eugene offers an associate degree in engineering that's accepted at any public university in the state, including OSU," I told him.

"Huh! I guess it's something to think 'bout, as long as they got evening classes." He paused, then added thoughtfully, "Community colleges have cooking classes too, right?"

"Usually, yeah." I kissed his temple. If you decide to do this, I know you'll kick it in the ass, Dee. You can do anything you set your mind to.

You really think so? Maybe I'll look up this community college when we get home. Dean leaned up to kiss my lips. Thanks for thinking of this . . . and for believing in me.

Always, big brother. And happy Valentine's Day!