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The Young Son I’ve Never Met

Posted on September 30, 2022 by indieerotica

During his younger years, David was a professional swimmer and fashion model. Now thirty-eight, he has filled out with a belly and a few gray hairs, and worse, he feels aimless and romantically lonely in life while battling with his mental health. Granted, he's still doable enough to please many men, top and bottom, especially twinks. But he wants more from a guy, someone more special than he's ever had. He's never experienced the happily-ever-after kind of love, after all.

David's latest hookup is a never-been-kissed virgin twink who insists on having sex in the dark to conceal his identity, claiming he's in the closet. Despite his warm and wonderful mouth being put to great use, the twink already seems different from all the others. David can't put his finger on why there's something special about him, but soon, a shocking phone call unexpectedly changes his life and puts his fatherhood to the test.

A fatherhood he didn't even know about until now.

The Young Son I've Never Met is a 4,300 word short story.

I lay naked on my king-size bed, the lights off. The only sounds tonight were the ocean waves from a distance and the two of us. I gasped as soon as his warm mouth tasted my leaking cock for the first time. Despite only being average in length, mine was pretty thick, so I’d worried it wouldn’t fit, what with him being a tiny twink. But it did. Oh, it did. Well, not the entire length, of course. More like a quarter of it with soft slurps. It felt wonderful, nonetheless.

We’d agreed not to see each other’s faces to reduce the risk since he wasn’t out of the closet, hence the moonlit darkness in my room. I had a feeling he was a real cutie if the picture of his skinny torso was anything to go by: smooth and perfectly suntanned, just like me. In fact, we had the exact same skin tone and pinkish-brown nipples—different sizes, obviously.

If only he could get naked right now, but he had chosen to keep his clothes and shoes on, claiming to be shy and insecure about his whole body. He’d struggled just to show me his chest online, which had taken a while of chat for that to happen.

More slurping, his slobbery mouth jerking my cock in a slow pace as if he were shy or something.

I caressed his finger-length hair that was shorter on the sides and back, then gently stroked his soft cheek with my knuckles before playing with his hair again. The size of his bobbing head was a bit smaller than I’d realized. Not child size, of course, since he was barely eighteen, but definitely not as big as most college twinks. He was just that small and probably youthful in the face.

Ungh… His young, little mouth working me, slurp after slurp… His drool of hunger trickling down the shaft of my cock…

Camp Cousins in Love

Posted on September 22, 2022 by indieerotica

I turned around and glanced over my shoulders, even though it was just me and Tommy in here. I didn’t want to think about the serious consequences I could face as a scoutmaster-in-training for both being involved with another scout, and committing incest. Society would especially scrutinize me for it because I should know better.

But I did know better.

It was my heart that didn’t.

“We have to be very careful, Tommy, okay?” I caressed his soft cheek, my green-blue gaze boring into his bluer one.

His ruddy cheeks flushed. He looked so adorable in his scout uniform that was just like mine before I’d started training. “Sorry, Perry, I forgot.”

My heart lifted again at just the sight of his innocently boyish face. Big, blue eyes, a mop of white-blond hair, and much more freckled than me. Otherwise, we were the same age and around the same height and weight: the lanky-dork build, basically. Yep, he got the same treatment as I did for being an unpopular virgin.

I hunched over for a little peck on his lips, the only way we kissed for now. Truthfully, I wanted a deeper smooch, but I wasn’t sure how he felt about it. “You still want to be with me like you said?”

Deep Discovery (Unbreakable Brotherhood, Part 2)

Posted on August 19, 2022 by indieerotica

Gorgeous twenty-year-old twins River and Ryder prepare for their second hookup while at a gay resort. While they are secretly in love with each other and would prefer to be monogamous, that doesn’t really work with two bottoms, so these hookups are keeping their sex life alive.

When the twins meet another set of jock brothers, they’re surprised to learn they’re not the only brothers in love. These muscled hotties from Italy are both dom tops—which seems to be exactly what River and Ryder need. In fact, this could very well change their romantic lives for good.

But will it be for the better?

Deep Discovery is an 8,500-word short story.

Ryder glanced around the beach, and no one was at this spot right now, if they would ever be. We really were alone. He shuffled around to get his clothed butt to face Alessandro like a silly puppy. Since he was directly across from him with the bonfire separating them, Alessandro had to move to the side a bit to see.

Mugh! What was he doing now?

He pulled down his speedo just enough to moon us and wiggled his smooth butt, smiling seductively like the thirsty horndog he was.

Ryder! Though, to be honest, my penis hardened all over again the more I looked at his hot butt, tempting me to dig in for a nice taste of his hole like I already had multiple times at the hotel. I could never get enough of his body, especially the taste of him. His masculine smells alone drove me wild. I suddenly leaked quite a lot.

“Mmm.” Alessandro was just as hungry. “I’m going to eat it like a good meal and then fuck it even better with my huge dick.”

Angelo smiled as if full of lust, probably just as turned on as his big bro. Romantic or not, he was still a typical guy like the rest of us were, and while I had my qualms, they were temporary enough to melt away my reservation and strike me with the same carnal lust that filled the air of this private space.

Vulgarity aside, what was it like to suck both brothers off and have them inside me? Would they be rough, gentle, or somewhere in between? They had to have considered my and Ryder’s lack of experience, right? After all, they were apparently bigger than monsters down there, assuming the claim was even true.

“I’m ready to fuck now,” Alessandro said, his voice full of intense desire.

“Me, too,” Angelo joined.

Ryder yanked off his speedo and got up to face us, grinning while stroking his thick seven-incher. We had the perfect size because it wasn’t huge or small. “Okay, let’s fuck, then,” he said.

Virgin Game (Unbreakable Brotherhood, Part 1)

Posted on July 28, 2022 by indieerotica

River and Ryder are beautiful, buff, Ken-doll-like twins…who love each other more than brothers should. Their taboo relationship turned sexual years ago and were it not for the fact that they’re both total bottoms, they’d be completely monogamous. They want each other and no one else. But there just doesn’t seem to be any hope for them

With a summer trip to a gay resort, River and Ryder make it a mission to expand their sexual adventures, one hookup at a time. It’ll be the first time they share themselves with others.

The first contender to take both their butt virginities is a hot and beefy ginger jock who is more than willing to make his own incestuous fantasy come true. He’s not just big all around, but down there as well.

Painfully so.

Virgin Game is a 7,500-word short story.

I let go of Chris’ dick to switch to River’s while the two of them continued making out. I loved the taste of my twin’s smooth skin, and I especially loved it whenever he came inside my mouth. Willing to serve, I licked just the head for a moment while grinning up at River. “You like my mouth, broby?”

He broke the kiss to smile at me, locking his eyes with mine for an intense, brotherly gaze like the lovers we were. That longingness he tried to hide couldn’t fool me; I knew him all too well. He wanted exclusivity with me like I did with him, but being total bottoms made that more challenging since anal sex was such a huge part of gay relationships, or so I continued telling myself.

“Yeah,” he finally said, being a shyball now because I made him melt and feel horny at the same time. He did love my mouth because I aimed to please. If only the bottom factor didn’t have to be an issue, though.

I’d marry him if I could.

The greed took over me the longer I sucked my brother while he and Chris made out again, me going back and forth between the shaft and River’s smooth balls, sometimes just the head for an extra sensation. I wanted it all for myself. Bobbing my head, I showed him nothing but devotion. I would love nothing more than for us to own each other for life, never allowing anyone else in our exclusivity. This was my dick.

All mine…

River started panting, little breaths as his warning. “Ryder, you’re…you’re gonna make me…ungh…” He gripped my head as tightly as always whenever he released in my mouth.

“Yeah, come inside your brother’s mouth,” Chris said hornily with anticipation.

Seducing My Teen Gym Buddy (Locker Room Daddies #1)

Posted on July 9, 2022 by indieerotica

When dad of four Bobby starts hitting the local 24 hour gym, he runs across Frankie, a skinny high school teen trying to build up some muscle. After months of stolen glances across the locker room, Bobby and Frankie finally form a friendship, working out together as Bobby shares his years of life experience. But like any teenage boy, Frankie has plenty of questions about girls. Bobby realizes he has a responsibility to educate the young man, and pass on his wisdom about sex to the curious teen.

Seducing My Teen Gym Buddy is a 14,000-word short story.

“Bobby, do you use lube when you jerk off?” Frankie asked as casually as if I’d seen the game.

“Uh, sometimes.” I was doing everything in my power to will away my hard-on. Frankie’s questions weren’t helping.

“I guess pussy feels way better than a hand, right? Once I put, like, half a tub of lube on my hand and hold it still, like this.” He was showing me. Arm held still, while gently fucking the circle shape he’d made with his fingers.”

“Uh huh.” I tried to keep the same level of interest as when my son shows me gross-out comedy. Even if I liked it, I shouldn’t encourage it. It was wrong. Not how dads should act.

“Are pussies always tight? Because I get worried I’m jerking off and holding it too tight, you know? I kinda get freaked out I’ll screw up my first time.” Fuck. I turned away, my raging boner slapping against the cold metal pipe. It didn’t help. I wondered if I could beat a load out in the three seconds before Frankie’s next question. “Do girls really like giving blow jobs? That’s why I shaved everything. My friend Trent says girls won’t suck a really hairy cock. They like only a bit of hair, you know? Like how when a girl gets her bikini waxed, she leaves this strip at the top. So you know you’re fucking a woman, that’s what Trent says.”

“Is that a fact.” This was worse than being stuck in a traffic jam with my son Bradley and his three friends speaking in literal tongues about a video game they couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard of.

“Do you think my dick is big enough, Bobby? Bobby?”

I shivered under the water I’d set to freezing. It scoured my back like a whip. Frankie was the greatest temptation ever sent my way. And I’m no saint.

“Let me have a look again.” I turned around, making a show of peering at it from every angle. Frankie willingly turned to the other side, then lifted it to show me his balls, as if I this was a physical. “Son, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. God, maybe it’s even bigger than mine.”

“Nah,” Frankie laughed. “You think? But yours is way thicker.”

“It comes with age, son. And use.”

“Really?”

“Trust me, you’ll grow into it. You don’t need to put it into every hole that comes your way, but have fun with it. That’s the point.”

“This part gets so sensitive, though. I get freaked out that I’ll blow my load as soon as I put it in her.” Frankie was quite literally rubbing the head of his cock to show me. He leaned over, holding it up, inspecting it as he rimmed the rounded edge of his cock head, stretching as if he might be able to suck himself.

“You gotta build up some stamina.”

“How do I do that?” He genuinely wanted to know. I stepped out of the cubicle to check the corridor. No one was around. Why would they be so late on a Tuesday?

“Look,” I said, standing out of the shower and closer to Frankie so he could see exactly what I was doing, and hopefully wouldn’t have to show him again. I held my still rock-hard dick in one hand, just like he was, watching as if I was teaching him to drive stick shift. I held my palm flat in front of my cock head, and he made an unsure attempt to do the same thing. “Take your dick and rub it against the flat of your palm, like this, see?” Frankie followed my lead and shivered with a goofy grin.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, so do that a few times, up and down, side to side, see?” I remained side on, stroking my cock head against my flat palm for him to see.

“I don’t think I can. I’m gonna…”

My Immature Brother Grows Up

Posted on June 23, 2022 by indieerotica

Home from college for the summer, Brett plans to spend extra time with his younger brother, Robby. Though only a year separates them, Robby has always been immature and rebellious, but both brothers have a deep love for each other.

It’s that brotherly bond that makes Brett the ideal person to keep an eye on Robby, for it’s only Brett that can tame Robby’s unpredictable ways. This is because Robby looks up to Brett with such high regard and loves him.

But that brotherly love that bonds them runs deeper than it should. While Brett feels guilty and dirty for harboring erotic thoughts of his younger brother, he’s more than relieved when he discovers Robby feels the same way about him, even if he’s determined to never act on it.

But with their parents out of the house for the night, despite how much Brett wants to hold back, Robby makes the first move…

My Immature Brother Grows Up is a 3,800-word short story.

I took off my T-shirt and tossed it on the floor. I grabbed the pillow and laid it on the center of the small bed. I pushed my shorts down to my knees, and I climbed on top of the pillow and started humping it. I didn’t care if the pillowcase was crusty from the previous time today. It was why I always brought my own so that Mom wouldn’t question anything when doing laundry.

Robby came to mind again, as he often did whenever I bated. It was part of my recent self-discovery: I was officially a gay freak. It had started with me reading free boy/boy stories online, albeit poorly written by anonymous amateurs who were questionably too young to write that stuff. Along came brocest stories that turned me on even more. Finally, loads of gay porn vids featuring jocks of all sizes. I had never been interested in anyone older than twenty-five, much less felt attraction.

When I used to shower in the boys’ locker room back in high school, it was extra torturous because it got me horny every time. I didn’t have a big dick, about average, so it made me feel too shy to expose myself in front of others.

But was I cute enough for other guys? I had short, brown hair and blue eyes, and I was told I had a nice smile. Even a few girls had already expressed interest in me, not that I would ever want them.

Still humping, Robby wouldn’t leave my mind now, making me hornier and leakier, enough to desire the incestuous company I wished existed between us. What was it like to have a bate buddy? Was it more fun than doing it alone? Of course, I’d never lay a finger on Robby without his permission, but if he ever wanted to mess around, I’d be all for it.

A naked Robby appeared in my head: cute and sweet. He frolicked around while I admired the beauty he probably didn’t know he had. What was it like to touch him? What was it like to gaze into his eyes and play with his hair with so much fondness? What was it like to lean closer and give him a deep kiss? I’d keep him safe in my arms, away from the danger he could get himself into if he wasn’t careful. His warm body bundled up against me without any clothes in the way was what I really ached for.

My own brother…

My flesh and blood…

Whose DNA I shared…

Forbidden…

No More Safe Words (The Berlin Underground #4)

Posted on June 10, 2022June 10, 2022 by indieerotica

The door slammed closed. I did not touch it.

Even the green bulbs of our watches did nothing to change the absence of light. There was a black hole sucking it all up. The faintest drops from under cuffs and coats escaped, dabbing only the occasional outline of a hand, a bed frame, a naked back, to prove this was not the void. I listened for breaths, there were many. Some rapid and heavy, others smooth, relaxed. A sound like water gurgling through a blocked pipe picked up. A dick was being sucked, deep-throated, from a different corner of the room where the bed began to squeak again.

I was conscious of what happened in the bathroom. This place was either fuck or be fucked, and I didn’t care to lose my only point. I stepped forward blindly, hands out, hoping to not trip over anyone already on their knees. It was my leg that stopped me. My shin hit the bedframe and I bit my lip instead of breaking the silence with a curse. Body heat was near. My eyes kept adjusting, suggesting lines of muscles moving, sliding, fucking.

The heat rose like in a sauna when water is cast over the rocks. Sweat buffeted my tastebuds, the scent of bare skin was near. I edged forward as the slurping from the other side of the room became a gurgled choke. I reached out a hand into the unknown and touched a body. Impossible to know if he was standing up or lying down. Knee or shoulder, I couldn’t tell, but I kept tracing the invisible lines, making my way down to a leg or an arm. An elbow. His wrist. The watch tucked under a thick sweatshirt. He was standing, but moving. His bottom half sliding in and out of another creature I didn’t dare reach out to touch but assumed was there.

I crept behind this other top, catching the beat of his breath in the menagerie of this busy, cramped dark room. I touched bare ass. Round, hairy, filmed with light sweat. Low balls swung like a pendulum, out of the man he was fucking and into my hand. I was now fully behind him, his furry ass cheeks stealing the chill from both my hands. I reached around slowly, gently grasping the thickness of his cock as it slid in and out of another body. Hairs from the unknown tingled against my hand. It could have been a beard or an ass, I would never know.

The top kept me in place behind him. He angled his bare ass deeper into the nook of my crotch and gently returned my hand to the tightly trimmed base of his cock. I hoped we were communicating that I was next for a turn on this hole. To seal the deal I loosened my trousers, shuffling them down to just beneath the hip, letting my cock grow hard against his ass cheek. That’s when he let out a groan. It spiked the room, unusual in the enforced silence, as if the location of this secret place should never be shared. If he’d came, he kept on going. Not dropping a beat.

Big Brother’s Little Caregiver

Posted on May 27, 2022 by indieerotica

Born from a family whose attractive genes didn't quite pass onto him, Alvyn often feels like the odd ugly duckling. It doesn't help that he's short and thin with pointed ears, a pointy face, and erect eyebrows, like the little elf his mean mother often calls him.

At eighteen, Alvyn is on the verge of learning new things in life that his mother neglected to teach him. He doesn't even know about the personal pleasures of one's body, let alone what masturbation even means. His father is already out of the picture, never showing an interest in any sort of connection.

Alvyn still has one huge supporter in his life: Hans, his big brother. They don't just love each other like real family, but they're there for one another through thick and thin. While Hans gives Alvyn all the love and attention he needs, Alvyn looks after him as his little caregiver because of an accident that left Hans confined to a wheelchair.

Alvyn finally takes caregiving to a whole new level when he unintentionally wakes something up in Hans while giving him a bath. And that's just the beginning of the kind of brotherhood they never knew they could have.

Bringing them even closer than ever.

Big Brother's Little Caregiver is a 6,900-word short story.

“I’m ready, Alvyn,” Hans said in a slight German accent.

I pushed Hans on his wheelchair into the spacious bathroom. He was able to walk a bit since he’d been slowly improving after the accident, but it still hurt him. So, we saved the bit of walking he did do for minor stuff that required short steps, like bath time. I pulled off his yellow T-shirt that smelled like body odor. As usual, I struggled but managed to take off his gray jogging pants and blue boxers. The white gym socks were easy, albeit just as smelly.

I made a scrunchy face, especially because of the funk that mostly came from his big penis. I only knew what it was called because he’d secretly told me earlier this summer, since Mama wanted to keep sheltering me like a little kid even at eighteen. She made sure I wouldn’t learn any adult stuff online. Many kids my age had already known about stuff from the internet, making me feel completely left out. Mama had even opted me out of health class. So, I had to learn things on my own in the most limited way. I didn’t know a whole lot, but that was partly why I liked Hans so much. He was able to teach me stuff to prepare for whatever adulthood had in store for me, especially since college was practically around the corner.

He sighed. “Sorry, Alvyn, Mama forgot to bathe me yesterday.”

I frowned. “Why?” Ugh, my voice was a little squeaky at times, and just weird. Hans told me it meant I was going through a delayed puberty, much later than most boys because of my slower development. It was yet another thing Mama never talked to me about.

“Because she’s too busy living her own life, always spending my money at the mall with her friends, clubbing and partying, things like that.”

“Oh.” I knew Hans had a lot of money saved up from an inheritance on Papa’s side of the family, but I didn’t know Mama always spent it since she worked as a secretary for some office in the big city. No wonder she liked to shop a lot. Our big farmhouse out in the country had modern stuff inside, way nicer than the tiny mobile home we used to live in. Well, Papa still lived there as a recluse, probably still smoking and drinking beer with the teen girl he’d cheated on Mama with. That girl always called him Daddy. Why?

After filling up the bathtub, I helped Hans off the wheelchair. I wished I had a body like his. He used to go to the gym before the accident, but he still did minimal exercises whenever he could. He was smooth everywhere too. Well, he had a thick, brown bush, unlike my blond fuzz that barely grew down there.

It was a struggle to get Hans inside the tub, especially because his hands were bandage-wrapped and sore, but I did it. Then, I grabbed the small bucket and poured water over his body while he relaxed.

“Thanks for doing this, Alvyn, even though you don’t have to.”

“But I want to, Hans. You’re my big brother, and I care about you. And it’s not like I haven’t done it before. Besides, you’re kind of stinky, so you need a bath.”

We laughed.

He sighed. “You’re always so good to me.”

My heart tickled and felt melty. I gave him a wide smile.

“Make sure you use the rag when you clean my butt, okay? Not the sponge.”

I nodded. “I know.” After all, he couldn’t do certain things well on his own. “So, why doesn’t Mama remember to bathe you every day?”

Hans sighed. “I annoy her with my presence. She just, you know, finds me to be a pest in the way of her ‘fun life’ as she puts it. She works hard and wants to unwind, I guess.”

“Oh.” I grabbed the bottle of bodywash and the mesh sponge. “Can I take care of you full-time from now on?”

Hans gave me a happy smile. “As much as I’d love that, you’re starting school again soon. You’ll be real busy.”

“So? I can make time for you too. I’m homeschooled, remember? And homework is usually easy, anyway. I always get it done fast.”

“I know. That’s because you’re smart.”

My heart tickled again, and I made another wide smile. I washed every part of Hans’ body with the sponge, using the rag for his butt and then washing that too (for obvious reasons). But this time, I decided to wash his penis more than before since he’d told me the other times I didn’t have to do it too much. Maybe that was why it smelled bad? Maybe it needed better washing?

I wrapped my small hand around Hans’ penis and lathered it up with soap, the water gently splashing against my fist. Would mine keep growing now that I wasn’t a kid anymore? It was bigger than it used to be, but it still wasn’t big like his.

Two Become Three (Real Brotherly Loving #2)

Posted on April 15, 2022 by indieerotica

Still on Spring Break, Carlo continues to see his eighteen-year-old twin brothers, Marco and Paolo, in a different light. He not only knows they mess around together, but he wonders if they'll be doing it every chance they get, especially while he's home for the week. College life and losing interest in his girlfriend are hard enough, so his changing relationship with the twins only adds more to his loaded plate.

That doesn't mean Carlo doesn't want to explore this taboo facet of a lifelong brotherhood. On the contrary, he is more intrigued than ever, horny for his share of forbidden brotherly fun.

The parents are conveniently out shopping for Carlo's twenty-first birthday party. After looking around for Marco and Paolo, who could be anywhere in the house, he manages to find them in the last place he expected. This special place is where his life is about to change forever.

In the most intimate way that three curious brothers could ever experience.

Two Become Three is a 7,600-word short story.

As soon as I joined the others to eat, they melodically belted out, “Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday, dear Carlo… Happy birthday to you!” Then, a small round of applause.

I felt like I was so red in the face now that the attention had completely shifted to me before I could prepare for it, all for everyone to witness every single reaction coming from me until the focus waned.

Mom gave me a warm smile, then got up to hug me so tightly that I immediately felt the love she had for me. She gave me several dramatic smooches on my head and then softened again. “I love you.” Then, she sat back down and continued eating with the others.

But would Mom love the real me? Or rather, the me I’d been discovering that might not be real just yet but most likely could be—or was? Maybe I needed to calm down and eat my birthday breakfast.

While eating, we had the usual conversations about various topics. I was relieved that the brief mention of political news didn’t go much anywhere since my family was conservative and I was…somewhere on the spectrum these days, not sure anymore. All I knew was that I was less uptight about different types of people after my foreign experiences in a diverse university. Either way, I tended to avoid that stuff. Each to their own.

Marco and Paolo were mostly quiet, talking here and there as if nothing had happened between them last night. They obviously had to be discreet, but Mom and Dad never suspected a thing. Why would they?

I managed a little smile, barely looking at anyone while eating my meal. When I briefly glanced at Marco and Paolo for the millionth time, they looked back for a split second before moving elsewhere. What was it about these two that made me feel stuff I shouldn’t be feeling? For the past few years, I had tried my hardest to block any of such thoughts, only for them to barge inside in full force ever since I’d flown back home for Spring Break. Seeing the twins in a whole new light had changed me forever. There was no turning back; it was too late.

But their naked bodies…just one touch…a taste…

Both brothers… Can I do stuff with you guys…?

Real Brotherly Loving

Posted on March 18, 2022April 15, 2022 by indieerotica

Carlo finally comes home from college for Spring Break, eager to see his twin brothers, Marco and Paolo, and reconnect with them.

But things at home are suddenly not the same anymore. For starters, the twins have grown closer during Carlo’s time in college, after a lifetime of fights dividing the twins. Then, there’s the fact that his mom renovated Carlo’s old bedroom, converting it into a work room for her at-home business.

Carlo soon learns a secret—why Marco and Paolo get along so well. They’ve grown closer than brothers should be. And with Carlo’s old bedroom out of commission, he’s forced to shack up with the twins…and secretly witness up close just what kind of real brotherly loving Marco and Paolo actually have.

Could there be room for one more?

Real Brotherly Loving is a 5,200-word short story.

I quietly went upstairs to Marco and Paolo’s room. The anxiousness took over me, leaving a grin on my face. The central heater was on, so they wouldn’t hear my creaking steps. I tiptoed down the short, squared hallway and stopped at the door on the right, which was cracked open. Their room and mine were the only two upstairs, along with a full bathroom in between that only the three of us used. Mom and Dad had the master bedroom downstairs with their own spa-like bathroom.

I reached the door and peered through the crack. My eyes widened. Boy, oh, boy! Marco stood behind Paolo against a new king-size bed I’d never seen before. They were naked, their clothes on the wood floor.

The central heater turned off, and their heavy breathing was now the only sound.

I fought hard to control my own breaths because of how silent it suddenly was in the whole house. Why were they doing this? When had this been going on? We were family, known by everyone as the Campo brothers because of how much we stood out in a WASP town. We shared the same DNA. We had been raised Catholic and didn’t even believe in cussing, let alone fornication. This was wrong!

Marco rubbed himself in between Paolo’s small, round buns. Both released the horniest breaths I’d ever heard from them. Paolo’s hands were on the edge of the bed while Marco had his arms hanging down, their brown eyes full of lust. It might have been humping, but it was still forbidden.

Yet the more I watched, the bigger the bulge in my jeans grew.