Chapter 5

We spent the next several days exploring the different fun options the resort had to offer. We went snorkeling and scuba diving off a nearby reef, spent a morning being pampered at the spa and the afternoon hiking and picnicking in the island's wilderness area, and learned how to windsurf. Plenty of time was still spent relaxing, hanging out with other guests or by ourselves. And of course we made love as often as we wanted—this was our honeymoon, after all.

Our sixth day there started off normally enough. I woke my husband up with a sloppy blowjob, which he gladly reciprocated. We went on our morning run around the island, made out in the shower, and then enjoyed an unhurried breakfast of French toast and fresh fruit. Afterwards we walked over to the Lodge, where we spent the morning at the pool, swimming and lounging, and had a lunch of wings and sliders at the Pool Bar.

Dean started acting strangely towards the tail end of the morning and throughout lunch. He seemed unable to stay still, constantly swimming or pacing or fidgeting, and had the attention span of a ferret hopped up on Red Bull. And he was all over me, far more handsy in public than normal. I had a good idea what was behind his odd behavior this time, so I dragged him back to our bungalow after we'd finished eating.

Once we were in our bedroom, I sat him down in a chair and stuck the thermometer from our medical kit in his mouth. Once the three minutes of squirming and groping were up, I pulled it out and held it up to the light.

"Dude, what's with the Dr. Quinn routine?" he demanded while idly stroking my thigh. "I ain't feeling sick!"

"Your temperature is a couple degrees higher than normal, you've been acting twitchier than a Chihuahua on speed, and you've committed more PDAs in the past two hours than you usually do in an entire month. You're going into heat again," I told him.

"Sonofabitch! Really?" He eyed me curiously. "You don't seem surprised."

"I've been expecting it to happen sometime soon. If your heats are cyclical, it's been nearly six months since your first one, and that could be an appropriate interval. If their occurrence is more situational, well, we couldn't ask for better circumstances than here. So I came prepared, just in case."

I went to the chest at the foot of the bed and pulled a small bottle out of one of the pockets of my duffle bag. "Bobby got the recipe for this off of a white witch, who in turn learned it from a skinwalker shaman. A full dose daily will completely suppress your heat, and there's enough here to last for about two weeks. A half dose will lessen the symptoms but not completely stop the heat.

"So we've got a few options on how to handle this situation. We can let your heat progress as normal. I can call the concierge to cancel our other plans for the next three to four days and have all our meals sent here. I brought our collection of toys, so you don't have to worry about wearing me out. Second option is to try the half dose of the potion and see if that will control the heat enough that you can still enjoy the rest of the resort. Or you can take the full amount, and we deal with your heat after we leave here." I held the bottle out to him.

My brother took it, opened it, and carefully sniffed the contents. Huh! What d'ya think, Sam?

I sat in the other chair. I don't think blocking it completely is the best idea. Taking care of your heat here is a lot safer than in some random place on our way back to Sioux Falls. It'd be different if we were in the middle of a hunt, which is primarily why I wanted the stuff. I'm fine with either of the other choices. A few days of wild sex is hardly a bad thing on our honeymoon, or we can try tempering it so we can still do other things too.

He looked down and was quiet, fiddling with the bottle in his hands. After a few minutes, he met my gaze again. If it's okay with you, we'll let this thing go like normal for a day or two, and then I'll try this potion at half-strength. Sorry that this is gonna mess up our plans for the next coupla days.

I reached over and put my hand over his. Don't be, Dee! I'm not going to complain about doing nothing but make love to you for two days straight! There'll still be plenty of time to do whatever else we want before this trip is over. There are far worse times and places for your heat to happen.

"Okay, kiddo. I guess this is still the early stages, so we don't need to go on house arrest just yet. I hafta burn off some of this excess energy though, so I'm gonna go on another run and maybe check out the fitness center." Dean rose and placed the bottle on top of the dresser.

"I'll call Jacques to reschedule our activities for the next two days and arrange for in-room dining only. I'll also make sure all the toys are charged and we have all the supplies here we'll need. When I'm done, I'll meet you at the fitness center. We can go to the spa again afterward—I think a massage or some time in the sauna will help calm you down." I stood as well, placed a hand on his waist, and drew him in for a tender kiss.

"You're the best, Sammy. I dunno what I'd do without you!"

"We're brothers and husbands—it's our job to take care of each other." I kissed him again.

He got changed and left for his run. I called the concierge desk and spoke to the djinni to make the necessary changes to our plans. I unpacked the various sex toys I'd brought, cleaned them, and checked that their batteries were fresh. I then waited for Luis to deliver refills to our stock of drinks and snacks and extra bedsheets and towels.

Once the bungalow was prepared, I made my way over to the stucco building which housed the fitness center and spa. Inside the fitness center, I found my husband using the elliptical machine. Normally Dean was about as interested in working out at a gym as he was in reading the dictionary. Today, however, he was determined to tire himself out and threw himself on the cardio and weight machines. I followed my own routine at a more measured pace.

After a quick shower in the changing room, we went to the spa. I'd called ahead before leaving our bungalow to schedule services I felt would help the other man relax. So we both enjoyed a deep tissue massage followed by an Ayurvedic oil massage, their "gentleman's" facial, and a couples' hot bath with flower petals and aromatic oils. By the time we left, Dean's mood and movements were tranquil and languid.

Upon returning to our bungalow, we had a lovely dinner of locally-caught seafood and then watched The Book of Eli in the living room. My brother was feeling a little restless again by that point, so we undressed and walked out to the hot tub with a couple bottles of beer. We didn't turn on any of the outdoor lighting, other than a handful of candles I lit with a flick of my fingers, but the nearly full moon easily illuminated the area. We had a clear view of the lagoon our small beach opened onto as we sank into the roiling water of the tub.

Dean immediately moved onto my lap and slid down around my cock. Once he was seated with me fully sheathed inside though, all he did was lay his arms over my shoulders and raise his lips to mine. We exchanged long, slow kisses for several minutes, occasionally alternating them with sips of our beers. Eventually he put his bottle down and began gently rocking his hips and squeezing his inner walls around my member. I wrapped my hands around his waist and started giving him short little strokes, just enough to brush against his pleasure spot. We continued to kiss and move lightly together like this for a while.

I pulled my mouth away and looked into my lover's wide eyes. How are you feeling, Dee?

Not too bad, at least compared to last time. We know what to expect, and tiring myself out and going to the spa earlier both helped. This right now feels real fucking good! He bit his full lower lip and rolled his pelvis a little faster.

I groaned at that, and my thrusts became rapider and deeper. I felt his desire deepening, getting hungrier, and his motions turned more forceful, lifting himself up and plunging down onto my shaft. His head dropped back as he rode me more and more passionately, and my fingers dug into his midsection as I drove up into him just as energetically. Finally he bit down on my shoulder and clamped tight around my cock as his climax shivered through him, which caused me to shout and cum inside him.

"Do you want more, big brother?" I asked, and received a quick nod in response.

I slipped out from underneath the smaller man and pushed him against the wall of the hot tub, so that his chest was bent over the lip. I positioned myself behind him on the seat and pushed back inside, gliding in and out of his snug passage with long strokes. He gripped the edge of the tub and pressed back against me in synch with my thrusts, gasping out a curse or my name whenever I hit his prostate. I watched the water churn around us violently as my cock pounded into his tiny hole over and over and felt him clench around me each time he called out. The rhythmic sound of my hips slamming into his ass could be heard over the jets of the hot tub.

Dean soon cried out and trembled through another orgasm. I kept surging into him vigorously, reveling in the slick feel of his passage, which was hotter than the water surrounding us. I kept one hand on his hip and slid the other around to encircle his member and jerk him off. He mewled and pled as his senses hit overload, but I continued to hammer into him relentlessly, not wanting either of our pleasures to end. After a few minutes more, he screamed and shivered through a final climax. I thrust a couple more times before shooting my load deep into his channel.

I curled an arm around his waist and turned so that I was once again sitting with my back against the tub's wall. My husband leaned against me bonelessly, his head lolling against my shoulder and his chest vibrating against mine. After resting like this for a bit, we got out of the hot tub, dried off, and staggered off to bed.

I awoke the next morning to an impossibly hot mouth wrapped around my shaft, with a raspy tongue periodically swirling around it. Dean smiled despite his lush mouth being filled when I opened my eyes and looked down at him, and he began to hum Good Times Bad Times as he sucked. I moaned at the amazing sensations surrounding my cock and dropped a hand down to comb through his dark blond hair. He slid his mouth up and down my length, pausing on the upstrokes to suckle on my glans and tongue my slit. My control was never great right after waking, and I soon gasped and came in that talented mouth.

My brother swallowed and grinned at me as he moved up the bed to flop down beside me. I could tell right away that his heat had started in earnest. The wild look he had sported the first time—slitted pupils, pointed ears, sharp teeth, retractable claws—was back. His fair skin was hotter than normal, and his green eyes were glazed with desire. Even his scent was different, rich and heady, and of course his cock was hard and weeping.

Despite his obvious need, he didn't pounce on me but instead said, "Wakey wakey, baby boy. You should get up and have some breakfast. You're gonna need to keep your strength up today!"

I sat up. "Are you sure you don't need me to first . . . ?"

"Don't worry 'bout me right now. I was . . . um, proactive this morning when I woke up." He gestured toward his groin, and I heard a faint buzzing. He spread his legs enough to show the base of the anal plug nestled there before continuing, "I wasn't gonna disturb you, but then you started rocking some gorgeous morning wood, and I couldn't resist!"

"You're awesome, Dee, you know that?"

"Eh, it ain't a big deal. I know what's going on this time, so I don't hafta be so frantic. Now c'mon." He slid off the bed and walked out of the room.

As I followed him to the deck, I noticed that his feline attributes seemed more pronounced with this second heat. His tongue had felt rougher than before, and the points of his ears were longer. His emerald irises were wider, with less white showing around them than usual. And in the morning sunlight, I could see a faint dappled pattern in his tawny hair.

Dean caught my scrutiny and grimaced. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I look even more like a fucking Thundercat this time!"

I smiled as I sat down. "I think it's kind of hot. Not something I'd want to see every day, but for a once in a while thing, I rather like it. Though I am curious about why your appearance is even more feral now. Maybe these traits don't express themselves fully during the first heat, so this is a normal development. Or maybe it's because you're more relaxed or something. We'll have to see what happens next time."

He rolled his eyes. "You're a kinky little bastard sometimes, man. And a giant nerd all the time!"

It soon became obvious from his wriggling after he sat at the table that the toy alone wasn't going to be sufficient. I held one hand out to him and dropped the other to my groin, which was still half-erect.

The other man shook his head stubbornly. "Uh uh, you need to eat first before we start fucking. I can wait 'til then."

"And we're not going to yet. But it's obvious you need more right now than just the plug. So c'mere," I insisted.

He twitched in his seat and whined, then got up and came over to my side of the table. I kept stroking myself as he approached and indicated for him to bend over once he was close enough. He braced his hands on the table and complied, keeping his legs apart. I grasped the base of the butt plug and pulled it out partway; it was the largest of the plugs we owned, wide enough to stretch his anus fully and long enough to vibrate against his prostate nicely. I pushed it in and out a couple of times and listened to him whimper at the stimulation. I then removed it completely, turned it off, and set it down on a napkin.

I looked at his gaping entrance for a moment, watching his clear slick drip from the pink opening. Before he could complain about the emptiness, I tugged him down onto my stiff cock, hissing slightly at how incredibly snug and warm he felt. I left one hand spread just above his pubic region to keep his pelvis still and used the other to drag his plate over next to mine.

"Does this feel better, love?" I asked, while flexing my hips just enough to make my cock shift inside him.

"Yeah, Sammy, that's good," he sighed as he leaned against my chest. "Think I can concentrate on my food too now instead of only on my crotch."

Dean grabbed his utensils and dug into his omelet, hash browns, and fried plantains. I glanced down at him and realized that his skin was clear of any marks except his freckles and anti-possession tattoo—all his scars were gone, including the handprint on his shoulder, and even his crow's feet and the lines on his forehead and near his nose were barely visible. I brushed a finger down his cheek, which was as soft as when he was a boy.

"You did it—you got rid of your scars and lines," I murmured, pressing my lips to his neck.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Well, since right now trying to maintain anything that ain't part of the . . . uh, factory settings is a pain in the ass, it's easier to not bother trying to keep those. And since you prefer me with no facial hair, I decided to just stop it altogether." He gave me a tentative look through his long lashes. "D'ya like it?"

After I kissed him hungrily in response, he laughed. "Calm down, Casanova! We gotta finish breakfast first, remember? And we need to find out if you can do this too, 'cause I ain't gonna run around with this baby face all by myself, dude!"

"Okay, okay!" I reluctantly turned my attention to my plate.

Once the food was gone, I urged both of us onto our feet without pulling out. My brother shoved the dishes aside and bent over, propping his elbows on the table. I placed my hands on his hips and began thrusting steadily, plunging into his channel as deeply as possible. I quickly built up speed until I was slamming into him hard enough to rock the entire table and shake its contents. He grunted and pushed back each time my pelvis hit his ass, his passage tightening enticingly around my shaft.

It wasn't long before he was panting and keening whenever my cock hit his sweet spot. I continued my relentless pace, driving us both closer and closer to culmination. Making love to Dean always felt wonderful, but doing so during his heat intensified everything, made him even hotter and tighter and wetter than usual. And beyond the heightened physical sensations, there was feeling his almost desperate passion and need, accompanied by equally increased affection and gratitude.

I started to reach the peak of my pleasure but managed to hold back from tipping over. I reached under my lover's body to strip his member. He swore at the added stimulation, and after a few strokes he cried out, spurting over my fingers and squeezing hard around my cock. I let loose at that point, cumming into his passage with a loud groan.

I collapsed back into my chair and stretched my arm out for a napkin. Dean caught my hand first and licked my sticky fingers clean, then dropped to his knees to do the same to my groin. My cock perked up happily as his tongue rasped over its length. Once I was cleaned up and showed no signs of softening, he pulled me upright.

"Inside, Sam. Now." With that, he proceeded to lead me back to our bedroom.

As soon as we were inside, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He pressed his head and shoulders into the pillows and arched his back, presenting me with a lovely view of his perfect ass. I wasted no time in getting on the bed behind him and sliding into his welcoming hole. Once I was fully seated inside his channel though, I paused to rub my hands soothingly down his back.

How do you want this? Do you want me to give you my cock nice and slow, or do you need a fast, hard fucking? I crooned.

He hummed and leaned back into me. Hard, baby! Need you to pound my ass!

As you wish!

I grabbed hold of his hips tightly and drove into him forcefully, setting an inexorable speed with my strokes. When we first became lovers, I constantly asked if he was alright, so used to having to be careful with more delicate partners. But there was no need to hold back with Dean, who enjoyed taking my size and strength and always came back for more. In this case, he merely braced his hands against the headboard and angled his pelvis so that every thrust grazed his prostate, moaning blissfully.

His pleased noises encouraged me to ride him even harder, digging my fingers into his hipbones tight enough to bruise and pounding into his passage at a punishing rate. My husband swore breathlessly and threw himself back on my cock each time I plunged into him. The bed was too well constructed to creak, but the canopy swayed around us as we crashed together repeatedly. Within a couple of minutes, he shouted and shuddered through his climax.

I didn't stop, however, and kept hammering deep into his channel. He mewled beneath me, begging for more, and I gave it to him. I was drenched with sweat and panting for breath, and I'd never felt more alive. I rode the wave of our combined ardor until it crashed, tumbling us both into a simultaneous orgasm. We collapsed onto the pillows, bodies and minds still tangled together, and tried to catch our breaths.

I could tell though than Dean wasn't quite done yet. As soon as my muscles stopped trembling, I got up and went over to the sex toys laid out across the dresser.

I picked up something new I'd like to try on you. Is that alright? I asked as I picked up a particular toy.

Sure thing, Sammy! Show me what you've got, he purred lasciviously.

I knelt between his legs and pushed them up so I could lap up the semen and slick dripping from his entrance onto his perineum and thighs. Once his skin was clean, I thrust my tongue past the loosened ring of muscle to taste the mingled fluids inside. I then sat up and fitted the wide silicone ring on one end of the toy over his shaft and snugged it down onto the base so that the bullet vibrator on the underside rested on the center of his scrotum. The silicone connector was arranged with the ridged side against his perineum and the second bullet vibe sitting on top, and lastly the rubber prostate massager on the other end was inserted into his passage and shifted until it was positioned correctly.

I pressed the switch on the remote, and my brother gasped, his eyes flying open, as the massager and both bullets vibrated to life. I smirked when his eyes rolled up and his breathing quickened, the toy stimulating his cock, balls, perineum, and prostate all at once. I decided to do my part to add to this delicious torment, so I wrapped one hand around his member just above the ring and swallowed down his glans. While I sucked on his cock, I inserted three fingers of my other hand into his channel around the massager and proceeded to slide them in and out.

Dean groaned and fisted his hands in my hair. He writhed under me from what I'm sure was an overload of sensation, but he made no attempt to pull away. I continued to suckle on his shaft and thrust my fingers into his passage, occasionally nudging one of the vibrators even closer to a sensitive spot. Since he'd just had three orgasms in fairly quick succession, he lasted quite a while, cursing and moaning wantonly the whole time. Eventually his whole body spasmed with a scream, and his seed shot into my mouth.

When I looked up after swallowing, I saw that he'd passed out. His breathing was deep and even, so I didn't worry. I went into the bathroom to rinse myself off quickly and brought out a damp washcloth to wipe my lover down. I removed the toy and replaced it with the anal plug from before, which I'd cleaned off. I knew from previous experience that keeping him filled helped him stay calm for longer, and I wasn't capable of another erection without rest. As he stirred awake, I made him drink some juice and then let him fall into a proper sleep. Since I was tired but not drowsy, I lay beside him and read a copy of The Hunger Games borrowed from the Library.

The rest of the day proceeded in a similar fashion. We made love in bed when Dean awoke, then had a lunch of grilled swordfish with mango salsa out on the deck. Afterward, we had actual sex on the beach (our private one, not either of the public beaches). When I started to flag, we switched to some of the sex toys. Once even he was worn out, we cleaned ourselves off in the bamboo outdoor shower and curled up in the hammock for another long nap. After dinner—steak, asparagus, and potato au gratin—we watched a couple movies, pausing them occasionally to make out and exchange hand and blow jobs. Then it was back to the bedroom, where I fucked him into the mattress until he couldn't move and fell asleep buried inside him.

The following morning I woke up to my husband carrying breakfast in on a tray. After dining on poached eggs, sausages, and johnnycakes, we pushed the tray aside and commenced a leisurely exploration of each other with fingers, lips, and tongues. He grew impatient of that after a while though, so he pushed me onto my back and rode me enthusiastically until we both came twice. Afterward, he insisted I rest in the great room while he changed the sheets, so I surfed around on my laptop until he finished tidying up.

Dean came out after about twenty minutes. He grabbed a couple sodas and a bag of popcorn from the kitchenette before sprawling beside me on the couch. We spent a couple minutes munching on the popcorn in companionable silence.

How're you feeling, Sam? I ain't wearing you out too much, am I? he asked.

I'm doing fine. Don't worry about me, big brother, I assured him. "What do you want to do next?"

"Let's go back out onto the deck. It's nice to be able to sun myself without turning into a lobster!"

"Okay. Let me grab some things from the bedroom before joining you." I gave him a quick kiss before getting a couple toys and the bottle of lube.

When I walked out onto the deck, I found the other man lying on his stomach on the daybed, basking in the morning sun. I lubed up his favorite big blue vibrator, spread his cheeks, and slipped it into his channel. He sighed in contentment as I turned it on at the middle setting and stretched out beside him. I then gripped the base of the vibe and began slowly gliding it in and out of his passage. After a couple of minutes, I turned it up to the second highest setting and kept pushing it in and pulling it out while peppering his shoulders with kisses. A few more minutes, and the vibe was clicked to its highest setting, and the kisses turned to nipping and sucking at his neck.

He rolled onto his back and looked at me with heated green eyes before murmuring, "More, darling."

I sat up and slid the toy into him faster, as well as started to jack his cock. It took only a little longer before he gasped and ejaculated onto his stomach. I removed the vibrator, pushed his legs up onto my shoulders, and immediately inserted my erect member inside his waiting hole. I leaned onto my hands, bending my brother almost in half, and thrust into him briskly. He grabbed his thighs and pulled them tight against his chest, allowing me to plunge into him even deeper. I drove into his taut passage over and over, listening to him cry out when I stroked against his pleasure spot, until I couldn't hold back any longer. As I came, I felt him shake and clench around me in his own climax.

I withdrew, wiped us both off with a towel, and reinserted the vibe, this time on the lowest setting. Dean returned to his sunbathing with a satisfied purr, and I went down the little beach, across the rocky shoreline, and into the water. I swam around for a while, then joined my husband on the daybed again to soak up the sun.

After having jerked chicken and yucca fries for lunch, he started to get restive again. I coaxed him into the water, where I lifted him up in my arms and then onto my cock. Making love in the lagoon was incredible, surrounded by clear seawater, splashed by soft waves, warmed by tropical sunlight. We wrapped our arms around each other and rocked into each other, kissing hungrily, until we reached our orgasms together.

We eventually clambered out of the water, and he lay down on one of the loungers by the fire pit. I grabbed the other toy I'd brought outside and sat beside him. He pulled his legs up and watched avidly as I lubed up the string of anal beads. The beads were rubber, nearly two inches across, and there were five on the string. He hummed in pleasure as I started to slowly push the beads one by one through the tight furl of his entrance. It took a couple of minutes to insert the whole string, and Dean sighed at the feeling of fullness.

I then brought out a bullet vibrator, switched it on, and slid it in against the last bead. He moaned as the vibrations worked their way up the series of beads. I continued to hold the vibe in place and watched him quiver as the beads pulsated against his anus and prostate. After a couple minutes, I began stroking his cock with my other hand and bent down to lick at the pre-ejaculate leaking from his slit. He arched his back as I took as much of his length in my mouth as I could and began bobbing up and down on it. I occasionally used the ring at the base of the string to pull the last two beads out and push them back in and listened to him whine at the added sensation.

I pulled my mouth away when I heard his breath begin to hitch, heralding his climax, though I kept fondling his shaft. I removed the vibrator and, as his cum pulsed out, proceeded to pull the anal beads out. He shouted as the beads rubbed against his sensitive nerves and heightened his orgasm. My lover fell back against the cushions, completely spent.

"Wow, that . . . that was pretty awesome," he panted. "I think I'm done for a while, dude."

I grinned at him. "Then I'm doing my job right. Do you want to go inside and nap some more?"

"Maybe . . . or watch another movie." He stretched sensuously and sat up. "How soon should I take that potion stuff, to see if it'll work for tomorrow?"

"The instructions Bobby gave me said to take it twice a day, so I'd say sometime after dinner. Does this mean you've actually had enough sex?" I teased.

"Bite your tongue, bitch!" he retorted. "Just feeling a little stir-crazy. Our little bungalow is great, but size-wise it's more Love Shack than Taj Mahal. So a change of scenery would be nice. But don't worry, there's still plenty of time today to dirty up those fresh sheets!"