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.
