Izzie slowly leaned her head into the hallway. She was in search of her boyfriend, Tye. Twenty minutes after Izzie had pretended to be asleep, he had left their bed. Izzie assumed that he had gone to the bathroom or to get water, but when he didn’t return she became curious.

Now 24 years old, Izzie had brought two other boyfriends with her on this, her family’s annual vacation, but Tye was the first one that any of them liked. For reasons she couldn’t explain, her family’s acceptance combined with the copious amounts of alcohol they drank that night, made Izzie suspicious. Her mom’s embarrassing stories from Izzie’s childhood was one possible outcome, but knowing her family as she did, absolutely anything was possible.

The wood-lined walls of the hallway glowed softly from the light from the first floor TV. The open ceiling design of the two-story redwood vacation home allowed the flickering light over the second-floor balcony and down the long corridor. Finding the hallway empty, she entered and took a step toward the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Seeing that the shared bathroom was empty, she then looked at each of the 3 other doors. They were all dark and closed.

Now headed toward the stairs, she left the enclosed hallway and entered the balcony. Taking a quick look at the living room below she froze at what she saw. Illuminated by the TV was Tye. Standing between the TV and the couch, he peered down at the couch with his mouth hanging open.

Tye’s deep olive complexion glowed in the light. His thick dark hair and manly features threw shadows across his face that made him look beautiful. So standing there with a loose fitting tee shirt over his built chest, and thin boxers hiding his hefty cock, it was easy to see that he was on edge.

Unsure of what was going on, Izzie backed into the hallway. Peeking out from behind the wall she looked down again. Staring at the couch he was transfixed by what lay beside him. Izzie slid down the wall to get a better look. Examining the body on the couch, she determined it was her twin brother Ian. Looking him over a few more times, she couldn’t imagine why her boyfriend was staring at her brother so intensely.

Izzie quickly searched her mind for anything that Ian could have said to upset Tye and found nothing. Ian had been nothing but friendly to Tye. In fact, in the two days that they had been at the lake cabin, the two had developed a rapport that was great to see. From childhood, Ian had carried a negative outlook on life; but in Tye’s presence, he almost seemed optimistic. And the funny thing was that Tye seemed equally as happy.

Izzie sat on her knees hiding her body in the shadows cast by the edge of the balcony. With only her eyes exposed, she got comfortable knowing that something was about to happen though she didn’t know what. Her heart raced.

Tye looked down at Ian who lay on his side with his head on his hands. The light from the TV lit his smooth tanned face casting a shadow from his sharp delicate nose onto his cheek. Ian wasn’t wearing a shirt and his chiseled, lean, smooth 24-year-old body looked like that of a statue’s.

Ian wore soft boxers that topped his strong legs, and within them was a bulge that Tye couldn’t ignore. Ian was obviously erect. Tye hadn’t ever been so captivated by an erection before, but there was something about the way that his girlfriend’s twin made him feel that challenged his sexuality. And further encouraged by Ian’s whispered after dinner statement, “I’ll be on the couch tonight and I won’t mind,” Tye was confused even more.

Tye continued to stare endlessly trying to figure out what he was feeling. He examined Ian’s body one part at a time. Was it that he envied Ian’s softly blond hair? Possibly. Could it be that Ian had pink lips that he had only previously seen on girls? Maybe. Could it be that he took as much care with his body as Tye did? Perhaps. Or could it be the large bulge in his soft boxers?

‘Why did he tell me he would be down here? And what wouldn’t he mind?’ Tye asked himself. ‘He had gone to bed like everyone else had, and there’s a TV in his bedroom. Yet here he is on the couch in the living room like he said he’d be and he’s dressed only in boxers, looking like…’ Tye swallowed feeling the weight of the thought that fought its way to the surface.

‘I’m drunk,’ he thought. ‘Ian was drunk too. Ian kept touching his leg against mine under the table. I thought that was because he was drunk, but what if it wasn’t. What if…’ The weight of his thoughts again overwhelmed him.

After standing frozen for so long, Tye lifted his arm. His hand shook. Knowing that somewhere in his mind, he already knew what he was about to do, he swallowed. Tye again paused feeling the electricity of terror flowing through him. Gathering himself again, he looked down at Ian’s dark blond hair.

‘If I can just touch him… If I could just feel a part of him on my finger tips, I wouldn’t have to do anything else. I’ll just push my fingers through his hair. He was so drunk that he must be passed out by now. He’ll never know. No one will ever know and I’ll feel what it feels like to explore him. I’ll know what it feels like not to have to hide every gentle impulse. Besides, he said that he wouldn’t mind.’

Tye reached down further towards Ian’s soft locks. He could feel his hand shake as it stretched closer. Then, when it made contact, he stopped.

Tye paused with only the tips of his fingers on the top of his hair. If Ian opened his eyes at that moment, Tye decided that he could say that he was brushing something off of him. It might still be awkward, but the lie would work. It wasn’t necessary, though. Ian didn’t budge. It was then that Tye’s heart raced and he pushed his fingers through Ian light hair.

Izzie, still watching from above, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had never seen Tye do anything so intimate to another man before. Her boyfriend of eight months was caressing her twin brother’s hair. As small as the gesture was, it felt like a betrayal, but at the same time, her heart raced with excitement. Sitting in the shadows Izzie felt as if she had a window into Tye’s unguarded soul. And although she didn’t want to move to check, something told her that her pussy had become fully engorged.

Tye pushed his fingers through Ian’s hair again and again. He had thought that once would have been enough. He had thought that after one brief whiff of intimacy, he could walk away, but instead of the touch releasing him, it made him crave more. And with his drunken mind urging him on, he felt that if he stopped, he risked never feeling something so intimate again.

What did finally stop Tye, though, was when Ian suddenly rolled onto his back. Whipping his hand away, Tye quietly stepped past the couch. He was about to rush up the stairs and pray that Ian wouldn’t remember anything about it in the morning when something again caught his eye; Ian’s bulging cock.

Tye wobbled as he collected his thoughts.

‘He has a hard-on,’ he thought. ‘So, he liked it. He could be asleep or awake, but either way, he liked it.’

Tye felt his heart race again. Again he felt like his body knew what he was going to do next even though his mind hadn’t yet decided. But when he again looked down at the highlighted curves of Ian’s now throbbing cock, he knew what his drunken body was going to do.

Tye’s breathing increased. Although he had never imagined it, in that instant he realized that this was something that he had always wanted to do. There was always a curiosity that he carried with him when he entered the boy’s shower in high school. And there was always a special connection that he had with his best friend that he didn’t dare explore. But now, reaching out to touch another man’s cock, he knew what he had always yearned for. And when he laid his fingers on Ian’s throbbing meat for the first time, it sent a tingle through his spirit.

‘I can’t believe I’m doing it. I’m touching another man’s cock,’ he thought in secret celebration.

Tye glided his hand down the subtle curves of Ian’s tool. It was big. It felt as long as his, but it seemed thicker. Brushing his hand lightly across the cloth covered cock, he noticed the flap in the boxers. It wasn’t buttoned or attached in any way so he knew that if he wanted to, he could slip his fingers in and feel what another man’s dick felt like flesh on flesh. The idea tantalized him. And when he felt the thick cock jump, Tye took it as an invitation to go further.

Looking up into Ian’s illuminated closed eyes, he stroked Ian’s cock again. The peace within Ian’s face seemed to offer Tye permission to do whatever he wanted to do to him. So as he again pushed his hand down the shaft, he slipped his fingers into the flap.

 Tye felt truly powerful with Ian’s cock in his hand. He knew that like every man, Ian’s cock was his most vulnerable part. And as Tye lightly gripped Ian’s large balls resting the thick long cock against his wrist, Tye struggled for breath from lust.

It was with ease that Tye popped Ian’s cock out of his boxers. It seemed to be looking for a way out and on the back of Tye’s wrist, it made its escape. Tye focused his drunken eyes on the magnificent instrument. It was beautiful. It curved with its tip facing his body and it was completely free of veins or blemishes. It was the perfect cock.

 Taking the dick in his hand it reminded him of a hard banana. He loved clutching it. And when Tye felt his head falling towards the cock, his actions were now beyond his control.

When Tye’s full soft lips finally touched the tender flesh of Ian’s tool, Tye didn’t know what to expect.

‘What does a cock taste like?’ He asked himself while slowly extending his lips around the meat. ‘It tastes like a slick salty cucumber,’ Tye decided before reaching down to touch his own cock. Tye’s cock was as hard as a rock and tangled in the folds of his clothes, he fumbled trying to get it out.

Tye’s fumbling stopped when he heard Ian’s deep breath. With his lips still around Ian’s cock, he looked up at his face. As far as he could tell Ian’s eyes were still closed and hence presumed asleep. But there was no doubt what he was reacting to. Tye just wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Tye pulled his head up before swallowing the cock again. As he did, Ian’s breath shuttered. Whether or not he was awake, Ian was ready to cum. Feeling even more powerful than before, he sucked him vigorously with his strong tongue in tow.

Ian huffed hot breaths as, without restraining himself, a flood of juices shot into Tye’s mouth. Tye didn’t know what to do. He was holding in his mouth another man’s cum. It pooled on his tongue and his first thought was to spit it out. But after being startled by a creak from the wooden second-floor balcony, the only thing he could think to do was pull the cock out and look up.

With the cock still in his hand, he examined the shadows next to the railing for signs of life. There was no one there. He then turned to the edges of the hallway and the floor. Still no one.

‘There could have been someone there, though,’ he thought. ‘I was being sloppy and foolish. Anyone could have been watching me the whole time because I never looked up. This was a mistake.’

With the cum still in his mouth, he looked down into Ian’s relaxed face. Slipping his shrinking cock back into his boxers, he quietly got off of his knees and trotted to the stairs. Ascending them as quickly as he could he couldn’t help but think one thing, ‘What if Izzie had seen me? My life would be over. Oh god, how could I have done something so foolish?’

To Tye’s relief, when he pushed on the door of their bedroom, he found Izzie still asleep. So, as softly as he could, he climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over him. With the jostling of the mattress, Izzie rolled over and rested her hand on his chest.

“Where’d you go?” Izzie asked in a tired, rough voice.

Tye, who still held the cum in his mouth, realized that he would have to swallow it if he was going to pretend that none of it had ever happened. Ian’s juices slid down his throat partially coating his tonsils.

“To get something to drink,” Tye replied.

‘I hope he had to swallow it,’ Izzie thought.

Izzie closed her eyes seething that he would do this to her with her twin. If he did have to swallow the cum, she felt that it would be a good start to her revenge. She didn’t want to tip her hat quite yet, though. She wanted to give herself the night to sleep on it. And when the morning came and she was again clear minded, she would know exactly what to do.


In spite of a few more sleepless minutes, Izzie was no match for the alcohol she consumed. Neither Tye nor Izzie woke up before eleven the next morning and for whatever reason, in the sober daylight, Izzie didn’t feel as mad. Staring into Tye’s face as he opened his eyes, it confused her how he acted as if nothing had happened.

“Morning,” Tye offered.

“Morning,” Izzie replied with equal nonchalance. 

‘Wasn’t this the first time he had done something like this? How could he act so casually? Does he even remember what he did?’

Izzie scanned Tye’s face for any changes. There was none.

‘He was completely shit-faced last night, so maybe he’s having a black out. Should I make a big deal about it if he doesn’t remember? I could pretend like it never happened. I could make this strange situation completely go away. And besides, it’s probably out of his system. I love him and if that’s all he needed to quench some buried lust, then I can certainly pretend it didn’t happen.’

Izzie resigned herself to the pretense. But when she again saw Tye and Ian in the same room, she watched them both closely to see what their reactions would be. Izzie couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like the normal reaction of two guys nursing a hangover. And when Aaron, Izzie’s stepdad, offered them a breakfast beer to make the cobwebs go away, they both accepted.

Izzie continued to steal looks at each of them during brunch. She found no secret glances. ‘Maybe Ian really was passed out and maybe Tye had blacked out,’ she considered. ‘Maybe this wouldn’t affect me in any way. Maybe I can let this go and never worry about it again. That’s what I’ll do,’ she decided. ‘I won’t think about it again.’

For the rest of the day, Izzie tried not to think about her boyfriend’s mouth consuming her twin’s cock. What she tried to forget the most, though, was the look of gentle contentment that rushed across her boyfriend’s face when he was doing it. There was no escaping that that disturbed her. It was that look that got her to get up from her hiding spot and go to bed. After seeing that look, it was the first time that she felt like she was doing something wrong by watching. The look was too revealing. With that look, the man that she loved appeared heart-wrenchingly vulnerable.

That night when the family’s drinking concluded, Izzie was sure to watch as everyone went to their separate rooms. Izzie’s mom was the first one to go. Josh, Izzie’s older stepbrother was next, followed by Ian and then Aaron.

Aaron seemed particularly chatty tonight. Izzie liked Aaron. Izzie never got a chance to meet her birth father, and Aaron had a mixture of charm and protectiveness that made her feel safe around him. In spite of the fact that she had Tye, she often felt jealous of her mother for finding Aaron. His wavy black hair, toned body, and striking blue eyes made him the sexiest man that Izzie had ever met. And it was only out of respect for Tye, and her mother’s relationship, that she kept her hands off of him.

Once Aaron ascended the stairs, Izzie turned looking deep into her boyfriend’s eyes. Like usual, spending intimate time with Aaron had aroused her. Staring at her sexy boyfriend, she was wondering if she should fuck Tye on the same couch where, the night before, he had sucked her twin’s cock.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” Tye said interrupting Izzie’s thoughts.

“Me too,” Izzie replied.

Izzie considered suggesting that he get water now, but she wasn’t drunk enough to do it. Izzie followed Tye up to their room and wasn’t surprise to find that he wasn’t in the mood for sex. As they kissed, she felt that Tye was doing the least possible to placate her and it frustrated Izzie. Izzie couldn’t be too frustrated, though. She knew the dampening effect alcohol had on Tye’s sexual mojo. She had long accepted that an intense night of drinking almost guaranteed that she would need an extra long shower the next morning with the rotating nozzle showerhead firmly in hand.

Izzie was feeling the alcohol pull her off to sleep when the mattress shook waking her up. Izzie lay with her eyes closed gathering her thoughts. Even after the previous night, she allowed herself to believe that Tye was just off to the bathroom.

‘He had a lot to drink. Who wouldn’t have to pee?’ She thought.

But as the bed beside her grew cold, she had a better idea about where Tye had gone.

Izzie quietly got out of bed. Peeking out into the hallway, she didn’t find him. Placing her ear on Ian’s bedroom door, she heard silence. So when Izzie peeked over the balcony and found him again standing next to the couch, she simply sat down out of sight and watched. Although the TV wasn’t on, the full moon’s light poured in through the many windows illuminating the room completely.

Below, Tye again found himself staring down at his girlfriend’s twin. After the night before, he had vowed not to ever let himself slip like that again. Although at the time it made him feel better than anything else he had ever experienced, it also made him feel bad about himself. He wasn’t gay or a cheater, yet somehow he had sucked Ian’s cock while Izzie slept above. Those actions didn’t represent who Tye felt he was.

When Tye climbed out of his girlfriend’s bed tonight, it wasn’t with the intention of cheating on her again; it was more out of curiosity. Tye was dying to know if Ian would be on the couch again tonight. Ian hadn’t given him any whispered messages tonight, but would he have had to?

Tye had decided that if he were, there would be no other reason for him to be there but to allow another encounter between the two. Tye had seen Ian go to bed. His bed was much more comfortable than the couch could ever be, no matter how wide and expensive it was. So if he again slept on the couch, it had to be because he was either awake the night before or there was something in his dreams that drew him back.

The confidence that Tye had when he left his room, however, faded when he was actually confronted with Ian’s sleeping body. Staring down at him, Tye realized the many other possibilities for Ian’s presence.

‘He could be there because sleeping on the couch was simply what he did on their family vacations,’ he considered. ‘Maybe Ian just enjoyed sleeping downstairs. Maybe he hadn’t felt me at all the night before, and there was no other reason for him sleeping there except how close it is to the kitchen.’

Tye continued to stare at the taut shirtless body on the couch. Lying on his side facing away, Tye examined the ridges in his well exercised back. Continuing down, Tye next examined below his waist. With his groin lying flatly on the couch, a light sheet covered his firm, pronounced ass.

Allowing the image to soak in him, what drew Tye’s attention most about what he saw was the way the cloth dipped between his ass cheeks. Tye couldn’t help but think that if he were wearing boxers, the sheet wouldn’t dip as much. And if he was now downstairs lying naked ass-up on purpose, it would be a clear sign of what Ian wanted him to do to him next.  The possibility froze Tye in his tracks.

Tye’s heart raced as he stared at Ian wondering what he should do. If Ian was asking him for this, how could he pass on the opportunity? Ian made Tye’s body tingle when they talked. The only person that had ever aroused him more was… Tye didn’t want to think about that.

‘How could I not at least look?’ Tye asked himself. ‘The sheet isn’t tucked in. As drunk as Ian was, he would never be able to feel the sheet lift. That’s Pima cotton. It’s so light that it could blow off from the breeze of an open window. Certainly with Ian asleep and looking the other way, he would never know.’

Tye felt his body quiver again. To calm himself, he tried to pretend that what he would find under the sheet would mean nothing. But knowing that it wasn’t the case, it didn’t work.

Tye’s heart thumped as he slowly approached the couch. When he bent over and pulled up the sheets, his hand shook violently. As the moonlight hit Ian’s naked firm ass, Tye felt his heart stop.

Feeling his breathing getting away from him, tears rolled down Tye’s cheeks. It wasn’t that he was scared or upset, Tye teared-up because his emotions were out of control. In his 28 years, he had never experienced anything like this.

Quickly releasing the sheet he walked away. He needed to catch his breath. And when he exited the room for the kitchen, Izzie sat up.

‘He’s not gonna do it,’ she thought. ‘Last night was a one-time thing!’

As Izzie felt an overwhelming sense of relief, she saw Tye re-enter the room. His hands gripped the tail of his shirt and stretched it over his head. And even with the heat building between Izzie’s legs, she couldn’t escape a feeling of loss.

Tye, pulling down his shorts, collected his clothes and dropped them onto the ground next to the couch. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was indeed out of control.

Tye didn’t care, though. He had to take the risk. He needed to accept Ian’s invitation if it was indeed being offered. And if Ian woke up wondering why he was lying naked on top of him, he would deal with it then.