Snow fell softly on the patio and the air was still and cold. But, in the center of the cabin's back deck, the hot tub churned along, piping hot steam against the gentle snow. Frasier's white briefs lay on the damp flooring next to Nile's black silken affair.
Shanrda Li and Tiffany weren't coming. Because of an accident at the approach to the mountain cabin, the brothers had to rely on themselves as their dates were turned away. A getaway meant for a pleasurable weekend with their two lady friends had turned into something new. Displaced lust had nowhere to go and so an air of sex had permeated the Crane's cabin.
The two men were throwing caution to the wind in ways they had never had before. First, neither of them had ever dreamed of letting any article of clothing get wet from the elements. That was simply sacrilegious to the Crane brothers. Second, they were letting their desires run wild into a new frontier. Not only a frontier of men's ecstasy, but of brothers.
Frasier slipped beneath the sudsy froth of the scalding water. Niles watched Frasier's hirsute, powerful body with its impressive package lower into the tub. Niles' eyes were predatory, with his head like a crocodile's, the only thing out of the water were his eyes.
"Oh my, this water feels positively divine, Niles." Frasier said, groaning. "The relaxation is instantaneous. I feel ashamed that I had fought dad so strongly when he suggested we have a spa installed up here."
"It really is invigorating to all the senses." Niles' hands wandered against his flesh beneath the bubbles.
"I've got an idea." Frasier said, grinning. He reached behind him for the bottle and poured himself another glass of sherry. Niles held out his own and lifted a questioning eyebrow. Frasier filled his brother's glass to the rim.
"Tell me about the last time you slept with a woman." Frasier proposed, running a wet hand through his curly hair. He smiled wryly at Niles who appeared like a deer in the headlights.
"Now, don't be shy, Niles. I know we've never really been that detailed when recounting our escapades to each other, but this is a special night. It's just us two boys, the lonely cabin, and our desires spurned. We need to live it up tonight, as they say." He raised his glass.
"To sex!" Frasier toasted.
Niles smiled. He wanted to talk about sex. He wanted to
do anything
related to sex at that point. "Alright, Frasier," he lifted his sloshing glass, "to sex!" He took a long drink, letting the warmth of the sherry mingle with the heat of the spa, and the heat building in his lower regions.
"So, there I was with Rebecca at her condo. You remember her, don't you? The brunette opera singer I had a fling with in November?" Niles asked.
"I certainly do. She was quite the looker."
"She was, indeed. That woman was an animalistic thing. She took me back to her place after a night we spent plying each other with so much champagne and haughty looks," he began.
"We could hardly keep our hands off of each other as we crashed into her foyer."
"And then you crashed into her foyer, I take it?" Frasier jabbed, his laughter echoing off the snow draped trees.
"I was getting to that part." Niles scoffed, "Now-we were tearing at each other's evening wear, making a mess of the entryway and we spilled out onto her sofa. She leapt onto the couch, her legs spread and she beckoned me—
Take me, Niles!
she commanded!"
"And?" Frasier asked, his tone unamused.
"And-I did take her. There on the couch. I made love to her with such passion and ferocity, right there in the sitting room. You should have seen it!" Niles said, faltering as he finished his story.
"Niles. I said that we need to get detailed with it! Let's get down to brass tacks. I want to get raw and raunchy with our deeds. Really, give it to me!" Frasier said emphatically. "What did you do to her lithe, naked body? Did you make love, or did you fuck her with your hard cock?"
At that, Niles smiled, feeling that heat rising in him again. He wanted to let it out. He'd never really been raunchy before, but he wanted it, deeply. His penis awoke again at the thought, swelling in the hot water as he thought of Rebecca, naked on that couch.
"Yes, I did! I slid my hard cock into her pussy. I did it and it was incredible!" Niles exclaimed.
"There you go! How'd you do it? I doubt you penetrated her lacking panache." Frasier said, ribbing him onward. He was feeling the passion rising in himself as well, swelling at the thought of his brother with the opera singer.
"Slowly, I started slowly, but I was hard as diamond, and she was dripping wet for me. Her wetness quickly made the leather of her couch slick. I drove myself over and over, ramping up my speed as we ascended in ecstatic pleasure." Niles growled, feeling himself letting go, "She wrapped her long, tan legs around me and squeezed against my buttocks, driving me deeper and harder and deeper and harder." Niles realized he was stroking himself as he spoke. He pictured that session then with more clarity than when it took place.
"She was your little slutty Prima Donna," Frasier added.
"And I was her stallion." Niles proclaimed, throwing back the rest of his drink. "Then she was atop me and thrusting down on me with powerful, punishing strokes. With one hand she even reached beneath and behind and massaged my balls as she rode." He felt himself getting close to the edge of climax, his hand working beneath the water. But he halted, edging.
"I didn't know you had such a sexual animal in you, Niles." Frasier said, also slowing his stroke beneath the churning surface waters.
"With her on top, nearly screaming with pleasure in her leading-lady-tone, I could not hold back any longer. I'm not proud to say this, but I came inside her. And though I take no pride, it felt positively mind blowing, her vaginal walls contracting on my throbbing penis as she reached climax herself." Niles concluded. His brow was slick with mist and sweat, and his heart was thundering in his chest. It had started to feel like he was a man possessed. Sweating and throbbing, his cock in his hand-with his own brother. Frasier had been laying back, eyes closed, one hand holding his glass above the water, the other squeezing his erection, rubbing the head with his thumb.
"So, Frasier, it's your turn to share with the class." Niles said.
"It was last weekend, Tiffany and I had just gotten back from dinner at Henri's and we were ready for a night of passionate..."
"No, Fraze, I have a different question for you." Niles interrupted.
"Oh?" Frasier asked, his eyebrows raising in curiosity.
"I had thought for a long time that it was just a rumor on campus, but I've begun to think that it was something true all along." Niles put forward, gesturing with his glass for more sherry. Frasier smiled coyly and filled the glass without a word.
"You had sex with Brian Jennis after a Halloween party." Niles accused. Though his accusation was serious, his tone was playful. "You went into the woods behind the Fraternity house, and some said they caught glimpses of you two in flagrante delicto within the shadows of the trees using a flashlight from the second-story porch."
Frasier sat there, eyeing his brother. He did not look frightened, but he wore the expression of a murderer who'd been caught. One that had wanted to be found out. He smiled an evil little smile.
"I'll tell you this, Niles." He swigged from the bottle. "I did fuck Mister Jennis. And I'll tell you something more scandalous as well..."
"Well...?" Niles plied.
"That night was not the first time that Brian and I had had sex, nor was he the first, nor last, man I have slept with." Frasier confessed. His chest was aflutter with anxiety, but once he'd let it all out, he felt something akin to freedom. Sexual liberation that had been corked up in a bottle and shaken under pressure, popped and overflowed.
"And what costumes were you both wearing again?" Niles asked, dryly.
"I was dressed as Hemingway and Brian was dressed as Oscar Wilde, but...Niles, aren't you curious about my gay trysts? I've just confessed to a trove of sex with men, and you're more curious about what we were wearing at the party?"
"I've always known, Frasier. Everyone has, and now that I've heard your confession, it takes some of the steam out of the mystery." Niles said. "But I've got to admit that thinking of you with that young man, up against a tree in the Seattle autumn night, fills me with a different kind of steam."
