I’d held back for too many years.
I growled, dropped on top of Denver, and took his cock in hand. I fucked him hard, stroking with the same rhythm. In an instant, I cried out as my orgasm roared through me, erupting from somewhere deep down inside and exploding before I could brace myself or be ready.
Denver shot off like a cannon the second he felt me pulsing inside him. His ass clenched, holding me in a vise grip and milking me for every ounce of cum I’d produced.
Somehow, we ended up locked together on the bed, me crushing Denver to the mattress, my panting breath next to his ear. The moment was surreal. “You always did have the best ass.”
“You always did know how to make me come hard.”
I chuckled by his ear, the sudden hit of satisfaction and levity catching me off guard. It was like a drug dumping endorphins into my bloodstream, eradicating all concerns. Nothing mattered in that moment.
“Will you consider my offer now,” Denver asked, turning his head so he could glance up at me. He carried the same look of satisfaction.
Edison. He meant Edison.
I shifted my gaze to my son. He lay apart from us, attention rapt, looking like he wanted to be there but wasn’t sure how to be part of it. Did I want him to be part of it?
Was Denver giving me a choice?
Was my mind in the right state to make these decisions?
A thousand thoughts banged around inside my head. None of them made sense, and some of them caused a shiver of apprehension if I focused on them too hard.
But I was floating in euphoria, drowning in jubilation.
Later, that would be my excuse for what I did next.
I pulled out of Denver’s ass, shed the condom, and tossed it into the garbage can beside the bed, then I regarded my son. Since I’d come into the room, it was the most I’d acknowledged his presence.
Our eyes locked, a challenge rippling through the air between us.
I wasn’t sure what motivated me, but in the next breath, I was moving across the bed. Edison was naked, and I wore just my bar shirt, having forgotten to shed it with the anticipation of having Denver again after so many years. Edison was hard as a rock again but less flushed than earlier.
I crawled right over top of him and took him by the throat, pinning him down on the bed. Then I got right in his face and lowered my voice to a harsh whisper. “If you want to play with the big boys, then you have a lot of growing up to do. I don’t fuck little kids, and right now, you’re nothing but a whiny brat in my book.”
His throat bobbed under my hand as he swallowed.
My leg brushed his erection—accidentally on purpose. It was odd, but I didn’t pull away. Somewhere deep inside, a spark ignited.
I leaned closer yet, bringing my mouth to Edison’s ear and spoke just for him. “I’m not afraid to fuck you, Edison, but your attitude leaves much to be desired. If you want this, then think about what I’ve said.”
I shoved away, got off the bed, and scooped my pants off the floor. Before leaving, I tugged my brother upright and kissed him deeply. When I pulled off, I peered into his dark, beautiful eyes. “Nothing about this is normal.”
“I know.”
“Edison has my terms.”
I kissed Denver again and left.
It hit me when I got home. The treacherous drive forced my sex-addled brain to return to a more logical state. By the time I pulled into my driveway and got out of my car, the whipping wind and sharp slap of icy snow hitting my face woke me up the rest of the way.
After kicking off my boots, I aimed for the kitchen, uncaring that it was almost five in the morning and that I should find my way to bed. The beer on the bottom shelf of my refrigerator wouldn’t cut it. The situation called for something stronger. A quarter bottle of Jack Daniels might do the trick or at least take the edge off my concerns.
I brought it with me to the bedroom, guzzling it like water, barely tasting it. Setting it aside, I stripped and took a shower, letting the water run cold enough I shivered. It did nothing to wash away the images of earlier.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Denver’s cock slowly disappearing inside Edison’s ass. The photographic quality