Chapter 2

Oscar climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on all fours. He thrust his butt as far into the air as it would go, then he shook his long blond hair out of his eyes, glanced back over his shoulder, and gave Kevin an inviting look.

Kevin leaned his face down to Oscar’s butthole, which he licked and kissed, causing Oscar to giggle. When they had both had enough of this activity, Kevin knelt behind Oscar on the bed and grasped his hips.

‘God, I want you inside me,’ said Oscar.

‘Happy to oblige,’ said Kevin.

Oscar gasped rapturously as Kevin’s cock pushed its way into him. Kevin vocalised his pleasure as Oscar’s anal muscles gripped his advancing shaft, while Oscar quivered with anticipation as he felt Kevin’s glans rubbing against his prostate.

The sex was both vigorous and loud. Kevin fucked Oscar’s butt with seemingly limitless energy and enthusiasm, while Oscar bucked his hips against the powerful thrusts. Their cries and moans echoed throughout the hotel room, and beyond.

Lars came out of the bathroom with a white hotel-issue towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced at the twin beds, both of which were empty.

‘Now where the heck is Hayden?’ Lars muttered irritably.

He suddenly became aware of the muffled sounds of unrestrained lovemaking that were coming through the wall from the next room. Lars’s eyes widened as he turned his head instinctively in the direction of the noise.

Lars pressed his left ear to the wall. He found that he could very clearly hear Kevin and Oscar vocalising their rapture as they fucked, accompanied by the quieter yet equally insistent sound of creaking bedsprings. Lars could easily visualise the scene that was playing out just a few feet away from him, and he found himself doing so eagerly.

He removed the towel from his waist and let it drop to the floor. He stood there completely naked, staring down at the gigantic erection he was now sporting. The top half of Lars’s glans was poking out beyond his foreskin, revealing a sizeable bead of pre-cum shimmering at the tip of his cock. Lars swallowed a gulp, and returned his attention to the noises coming through the wall.

As he continued to listen to Kevin and Oscar, Lars reached down with his right hand and brushed his forefinger against his protruding cock-head; he drew in a sharp breath when he realised how sensitive it had become. Unable to contain himself any longer, Lars wrapped his hand around his penis and pulled the foreskin all the way back from the head.

Lars stared down at his fully exposed glans and wondered whether he dared go any further; less than a second later, he realised that he had no chance of stopping himself from doing so. Lars rolled his foreskin over his glans before quickly pulling it back again. He hesitated for a few more seconds, then he started to pump his cock in earnest as he revelled in the sounds of Kevin and Oscar’s lovemaking.

Completely unaware of the effect they were having on Lars, Kevin and Oscar were both very close to orgasm. Kevin was soon roaring like a lion as he shot ream after ream of jizz up Oscar’s butt, while Oscar screeched shrilly as a massive prostate orgasm sent waves of rapture through his entire body.

Oscar’s cock and balls twitched unrestrainedly as a tidal wave of semen poured forth and puddled on the duvet below. When the last remnant of the mammoth ejaculation had slopped onto the bed, Oscar pulled himself to his knees and whirled round to face Kevin. They wrapped their arms around each other’s heaving, sweaty bodies, and clung on tightly as they kissed with breathtaking intensity.

As the sounds of unrestrained rapture started to fade, Lars closed his eyes and came harder than he had ever come before in his life. Spurt after spurt of jizz shot across the room, spattering on the door handle, the trouser press and quite a few other things as well. Lars opened his eyes and looked down at his cock; he was just in time to see the first of two further spurts of semen force its way out of his urethra.

His legs almost buckled as the fresh wave of sexual ecstasy threatened to overwhelm him. Gasping and sweating profusely, Lars leaned against the wall and watched as a final dribble of cum trickled from the tip of his cock and coated the fingers of his right hand.

When he had recovered his breath sufficiently, Lars walked across the room towards his bed, his now flaccid cock swinging well below the level of his drained balls. With a huge sigh, he hurled himself down onto the mattress. As Lars took in the sight of his spunk trickling down the casing of the trouser press, the reality of what he had just done suddenly dawned on him.

He knew for certain that it was Kevin and Oscar who had been fucking in the next room because Emilia had told him they were staying there when she had brought him back from the function room and helped him to sober up. Lars reflected that this meant he had just jacked off and come harder than he had ever come before to the sound of his own brother having sex. True, Oscar was his estranged half-brother rather than his beloved whole brother, but it was still a pretty dodgy thing to have done.

Lars groaned and put his face in his hands. The semen on his fingers was thick and sticky, but it took a few moments for him to realise that he was smearing the creamy goo all over his face.

‘Oh my God,’ Lars muttered, as he pulled his hands away. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

He reflected that as he had made a complete fool of himself in front of all his siblings, jacked off to his own brother having gay sex and then accidentally rubbed a mammoth quantity of his own sperm into his face, he might as well call it a day. He lay back on the bed without bothering to get under the covers or put on anything in the way of clothes, and closed his eyes.

Lars’s thoughts turned to Hayden. Unlike Oscar, Hayden certainly was his beloved whole brother. Having compared the two in this way, Lars started thinking about how gross it would be to jack off to Hayden having sex. It was a mortifying thought ... yet he had eagerly done it with Oscar. Was there really a difference?

The possibility of Hayden coming back to the room and finding him sleeping in the buff did not worry Lars, as he himself would not be at all embarrassed about the situation and he knew that Hayden would be perfectly comfortable with it too. But Lars had the distinct feeling that Hayden would not be back that night.

He knew that Hayden had been hoping for a successful first meeting with Jessica, and it had not passed his notice that this hope had likely been fulfilled in a big way. Hayden and Jessica might well be having sex at that very moment; as Lars had suspected, the image of this spectacle was quite repellent to his sleepy cock and balls.

Lars knew that there were many reasons for this feeling, and that most if not all of those reasons tallied perfectly with why he had found Kevin and Oscar’s sexual exertions so stimulating. With these thoughts and many others buzzing in his brain, Lars drifted off to sleep.

Emilia entered her room at the University of Vermont, locked the door behind her and took off her dressing gown. After hanging it on the back of the door, she turned to look at the brown-skinned, broad-chested guy who was waiting in her bed and said, ‘It’s all gone to shit, Chris.’

Chris eagerly drank in the sight of Emilia’s naked, willowy body; he particularly liked her perfectly round breasts and her neat little blond bush. His cock twitched and stiffened beneath the bedclothes, but he knew that there were more important matters to address first.

‘You don’t think there’s much chance of your brothers working things out, then?’ he said.

‘I don’t think there’s any chance!’ said Emilia. ‘Oscar would’ve kicked seven shades of shit out of Lars if Kevin hadn’t stopped him, but I completely get why he reacted in that way – Lars’s behaviour was inexcusable! But I do know why he did it and I can tell he’s really struggling at the moment, and I think Oscar could actually help him if the two of them would only give each other a chance! And I wish Hayden had spent a little more of the afternoon with someone other than Jessica. I just don’t know what to do, Chris!’