My Summer of Passion

"Logan?"

I glanced up to see Ava grinning down at me.

"What?" I smiled half-heartedly.

"You're advertising." She smirked with a glance down.

I followed her eyes and saw, much to my embarrassment, that I was aroused. I didn't have a full-on erection, but it was enough to show through the thin, dark fabric of my trunks.

I tossed the towel over it. "I doubt anyone saw it." I retorted with a frown.

"I highly doubt that." She said and looked to where my gaze had been. "Still crushing on her, huh?" She questioned as she moved to plop down into the chair beside me. She handed me the cold beer that she'd gone to get.

I looked once more upon Allison Daniels who stood beside the pool talking to Amelia James and Paige Mathews, two girls we've known since our freshman year. "She's made her choice."

"Yeah, with Jameson Carter." She smiled and then reclined back so she could resume sunbathing. "The school's star wide receiver. Everyone knows that."

I sighed. "It's her choice." I muttered and drained half the bottle before reclining back too.

"A lot of girls made that choice." She said. "He loves blondes."

I shook my head and tried to push Allison from my mind. I tried to think of a million different things, including the real reason for my hard-on. It wasn't Allison. But how could I tell Ava the truth? I tried to ignore my sister's body, the smooth, beautiful skin that her simple, black two-piece bikini revealed, but I couldn't. It was impossible, and my cock reflected that forbidden desire...well...on my part that is. But Allison wouldn't leave me alone either. Ava was right. I've had a crush on her since high school. Now, here we were, in our senior year of college and I still carried a flame for her. Even now, I still yearned for her. Not even catching her in the act last year had dampened that yearning, that salacious and ultimately foolish hunger.

I closed my eyes, and the memories of that evening came flooding back. The game was over. The stadium was empty again. And yet, she'd lingered, and I'd been curious as to why. I followed her as she snuck around to the backside of the stadium. The cement wall that had long stood there was called the lover's hideaway. It was called that because of the trees and the angle of the support beams that held up the seating created a secluded spot in the otherwise open space around the football stadium. Students came here to make out once the sun went down. The shadows that resulted from it and the stadium lights after nightfall made it perfect for hiding out and doing wicked things without the risk of being seen. That was what I'd always heard, at any rate.

I remember there had been light. Unlike the claims I'd heard, the stadium lights penetrated quite well here, certainly enough to see Allison clearly. Despite what the rumors had been back then, it wasn't Jameson Carter she was waiting for. It was Jamal Johnson, the school's favorite linebacker, who awaited her in the shadows. He was still in his jersey, but his pants were off and only a thick, black cock dangled between his legs as he took her in his arms and kissed her. I hid behind some concrete slabs and a steel column, but I was close, really close, close enough to see the sweat on his naked ass, an ass over which she slid her hands before squeezing each cheek. I watched as he pushed her against the wall and hiked up the skirt of her cheerleading uniform. She was naked underneath, for I caught a nice glimpse of her flesh has he pushed it up past her waist and even a greater view as she wrapped her long, gorgeous legs around his. I heard her gasp as he slowly entered her. Once he was fully inside, he let it linger there, just for a brief moment or two. That was my technique, and I was shocked to realize that I wasn't the only man who did that. Then again, I was also pissed, hurt, and strangely turned on...what with seeing the girl I was in love with get taking by another man.

I knew I should have left, but I couldn't. I was too enthralled, too sexually aroused. I had stay and see it through. I had to see her getting fucked by Jamal. Most considered him a brute, and even a bully, and yes...many on the team had also said it too. But with Allison, he was being gentle, unexpectedly so, and he started off with simple, slow thrusts. It was Allison who seemed to urge him to fuck her hard. What appeared to me as them making love quickly devolved into pure, animalist lustful fucking. It was dirty sex and she wanted it. She begged for it. She wanted his black cock, and she wanted it hard and fast. He more the willingly obliged. I found myself faint by the time they stopped. I watched in stunned silence as she pushed him against the wall and took his large, girthy cock into her mouth. What troubled me the most however...well it was the strange and new urge that came over me. I wanted more than anything to replace her. It was him that I found myself desiring. It was his cock that I wanted to taste and to swallow, as she was doing now, right before my ravenous eyes.

He gripped her head and pressed his dark fingers into her long, light blonde hair as she swallowed him over and over in quick succession. He was moaning and bucking against her and towards the end, towards his obvious climax, he held her head firmly against him till she began choking, till she began gagging as his cock's head pressed hard into the back of her throat. He only relinquished his hold seconds before he spewed his semen into her mouth, which caused her to gag all over again. Once he withdrew, I saw nearly every inch of his glistening cock that came away from her mouth, trailing long, translucent strands of semen and saliva. God, I wanted that cock!

Then he nodded and receded into the shadows as another figure emerged. It was Jameson Carter, and from her expression she'd known he was present. In fact, she looked as if she'd expected him. He came to her and, much to my astonished pleasure, completely nude. She wasted no time and reached for his offered cock. Almost immediately, she began sucking and licking its swollen head and its long, slender shaft. Jameson was much leaner in build than Jamal and he had a perfectly shaped ass, exquisitely tight and compact, and in the harsh light from above, beautifully complected. He was that perfect shade of black, light, almost mocha colored, and strangely enough, I yearned to run my hands over his smooth, hairless skin, and even to kiss it, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. I couldn't. She could, and she did. She lived out my fantasy before my eyes as she brought him to a quick climax. Like Jamal, he too spewed his masculine goodness into her mouth and unlike her erstwhile lover, he shot it all over her face and throat.

I nearly came in my pants as I watched him pull her up and pin her against the wall. Neither her nor Jamal tasted the juicy nectar of her pussy, which surprised me. I would have eaten her till she couldn't walk straight, but that was me. He just wanted to fuck and in one quick move he shoved his still aroused cock deep into her swollen and well-used pussy. She grunted and writhed from its presence, much more so than she had with Jamal, and he wasn't as thick as him, at least from what I could see of its beautiful profile. He didn't hesitate, not like Jamal had. He began fucking her, and he didn't take it easy either. He pounded her and she took it. She begged for it, and like Jamal, she squeezed his tight little ass cheeks, as if that somehow made the fucking better.

"Logan."

Ava's voice brought me back to the present. I turned to see her astonished eyes as they aimed low again. "What?"

"Logan!" She exclaimed in a whisper.

I looked down to see that I'd partially moved the towel and now my head was peeping out from beneath the waistband. If others could see it, I didn't know. What I did know was that I was already seeping pre-cum, and it was pooling. I didn't feel any of this. I didn't know how or why. Regardless, I quickly covered up again and pushed it back into my trunks again.

"I guess she's gotten under my skin..."

"You haven't missed your chance, not yet." She said. "She's heading for medical school in California. Jameson is headed for Virginia. He'll be out of her life soon enough."

"I don't know, Ava." I felt embarrassed and I knew she could see the blushing of my cheeks. I knew John could, for he offered playful grins my way as he sat at the bar talking to Morgan and Dannie.

Ava obviously caught what he was doing too. "While you've been lusting over Allison, he's been lusting over you."

"Ava...please."

"Please what?" She brightened gleefully.

"Not this again."

"Yes, this again." She persisted. "There's nothing wrong with...you know...experimenting, dear brother."

"It is, especially when John is dating Dannie."

"He dated Dannie, as in past tense. He's long dealt with his confusion about his sexuality, as if you haven't known that." She retorted. Her voice sounded like an admonishment, but then again...I wasn't exactly the right state of mind. "She saw the writing on the wall, Logan. John may like girls, but he loves guys more, and he's got it bad for you."

"I need some air." I said and got up.

"Dad's about to start the burgers." She looked at me confusedly, which transcended quickly into a searching gaze. She knew there was more that I wasn't saying and that nearly killed me.

"I won't be long." I promised and headed for the beach.

I could feel her probing eyes boring into my back as I walked away. I knew she wasn't going to let this go. We were twins. We've never allowed secrets to linger between us, festering till they poisoned the love and trust we shared. However, there was one secret that I never dared to tell her, one that has tortured me since I was old enough to understand its true and illicit nature. That was what drove me from the party to wonder alone along this long stretch of desolate beach. The waves crashed relentlessly before me and the water's cool touch caressed my feet, and yet not even the power of the enchanted sea could soothe my troubled soul. The gulls flew about me and called laughingly to each other, but not even their cheerful banter could lighten my heart. It was far too shadowed by fear and doubt, and I had to confess...unrequited love and raging, forbidden lust.

I walked about a mile, almost to the point where I could see Hatteras and its fabled lighthouse in the distance. There were a few people out now. Most had gone down to the big music festival on Cape Fear. We didn't. We spent out last summer of freedom here at Hatteras Island, at my grandparents' house. It was the last summer for staying at the house too, for they'd moved to Florida last year and the house would be placed on the market as soon as we left. Our parents were moving too, but down to Charleston, South Carolina. My dad had friends down there and now that he was retired from the bank, his future lay on the golf course. Mom's future was with her society friends, shopping and attending parties. Boring I know, but that was what she loved. Who was I to question her choices?

I took a seat in the sand and fought back the tears.

"Logan." I looked away and wiped my eyes as Ava sat beside me and pulled me in close to her. "What's wrong?"

That was the way it had always been with us. We were so in tune with each other that there was no hiding our feelings from each other. She sensed the pain and the turmoil inside me, and it was reflected in her tears.

"I can't bring myself to tell you." I couldn't face her.

"It's not about Allison, is it?" She quickly perceived, and that scared me. "Is it about your confusion?"

"Ava..."

"Logan, it's okay to still be confused about what you want. As I said before, it's okay to want both women and men." She massaged my back, and her touch was like electric fire. It shot sparks of heated energy through me, and my loins reacted. She noticed and blushed. "Like I said, John has it bad for you."

"Ava..."

"Just give him a chance." She lowered her hand and began to run her fingers over my lower back, just above the waistline of my trunks. "This is our last summer together before we go our separate ways. You and I have eight years in the navy. John and Allison graduate after fall semester is over and then they'll be gone. John is off to graduate school in Colorado. As I've already reminded you, Allison is off to med school in California. Dannie is gone in December and her dad has gotten that job with the bank in Greensboro lined up for her. Bryce graduates next May with us and is bound for the army..."

"Ava, you make it sound like we won't see any of them again."

"We might not, and right now John is just as confused about his sexuality as you are. He's already had sex with Dannie, but he still lusts after you. He's too inhibited and scared to seek it from another guy. You've yet to be with guy...so why not? What have you got to lose? You both hunger for the same thing. Who knows... neither of you might like it at all?"

"And what if we do...like it? What then? As you said, we might not see each other again. It wouldn't be right to start something we might not be able to finish."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But you'll both will walk away with the memory of having done it and who knows...sometimes long distant relationships do work."

"Ava..."

"Unless someone else holds your heart." She offered.

Her mouth was so close that it sent chills through me. I wanted her so bad it ached.

"Ava..." I whispered.

"Logan, who is it that your heart aches for?" She gave me that look that told me she wouldn't relent till I told her.

"You read my diary, remember." I retorted, but I wasn't angry over it. I truth I never was. At the time, I had been more scared than anything, but she'd perceived it as anger, and that I was deeply hurt over it.

"Yea, that's how I discovered your fantasies...and your sexual confusion."

"Did you read all of it?" I pressed, all the while my heart sank at seeing the shadow that crossed her face.

"I thought it was just a fantasy." She began to cry as understanding descended in her mind.

"My feelings transcend fantasy, Ava." I said.

"Logan, she took my face in both hands. I love you. I'd never hurt you. You should know that?" She began kissing my tears away. "But you know that it could never be...be that way between us, don't you?"

"I know." And yet I kissed her.

"Logan." She breathed after we parted, but she didn't push me away. "Logan..."

"I love you." I told her and kissed her gain.

She didn't stop me and even returned my kiss. "Logan, this can't happen." She whispered, but she kissed me.

We couldn't seem to stop, not till some minutes had passed. Then we finally parted, although reluctantly. Neither of us seemed to desire it, but we both knew it had to be this way. We weren't far from the house, and what would happen if someone we knew saw us kissing like this?

"Come, we need to head back."

"Ava...I'm sorry..."

She placed a finger across my lips. "We'll talk about this later, okay. I promise we will." She then turned to go, but paused to make sure I was coming with her.

We walked back to the house in silence, together. Neither knew what to say about what just happened, and in all honesty, I didn't think either of us dared to. All I knew was that she took my hand in hers and that was how we walked back to the party, holding hands.

♦

The burgers were ready when we got back. We also walked in to find that we had company, the older couple who were staying in the house next door, and of course they had a daughter our age, the red-haired beauty that Ava had been lusting over since we arrived two days ago. None had seemed to noticed that we'd even left, except for Allison and John, both of whom exchanged furtive glances as we walked onto the patio, still holding hands I might add. It wasn't till we sat down that we stopped.

The red-haired beauty was Jamie Collins. Ava was blushing like an infatuated teenager, and I couldn't help but laugh. She lightly elbowed me in the ribs, and suddenly we were acting as if nothing had happened at all on the beach. She acted as if we hadn't crossed the proverbial forbidden line in the sand. We did, but I forced it down as Jamie kept casting lingering glances my way. There was much in her soft, radiant blue-green eyes. There was a sharp mind, and yet there was passion, and desire. I wondered if Ava noticed, but then she seemed genuinely intrigued by my sister.

We ate and talked. My parents all but forgot about us. Dad and his new golfing buddy took off down to the bar in town. Mom and Jamie's mother disappeared as well, probably over to their house. I left them all and headed up to my room. I needed a breather from everyone, including Ava. She smothered me with her closeness. Normally, I would have welcomed it, but the unspoken desire that burned between us was overwhelming, and so was the sexual tension I got from Allison, John and Jamie. Yes, Allison too, and that surprised the hell out of me. Anyway, I brushed my teeth and peed. I'd just pulled up my trunks when Allison startled me.

"Logan." She said, her heated gaze shifted to my crotch. "What am I going to do with you?

"Allison, what do you mean?" I asked as the butterflies created chaos in my stomach.

"Ava said you've got it bad for me and that you want to fuck me till I can't walk straight." She smiled, clearly with playful intent.

"Well...I guess I did at one point." I stammered.

"And that was till you saw me with Jameson?" She smirked as she left the bathroom and closed my bedroom door. I noticed that she didn't lock it. "I saw you. I watched you stroke yourself as he took me, making his bitch." She winked as she untied the bottoms and allowed them to fall away, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. "Well...I was his for about a day and then that pretty little blond tramp from Econ got her hands in his shorts. He has thing for blondes, as if you haven't noticed." She inched towards me.

I was trembling as she ran her hand over my chest and then stomach, creating ripples of breathtaking desire in their wake. "Allison..."

"You don't have to say anything, Logan." She silenced me with a kiss. "Your parents leave tomorrow for Charleston, and we have this house for a week till we head down to Miami for the second leg of our very eventful summer, and eventful it will be." She eased her hand down my trunks and the feel of her hand on my cock nearly sent me through the roof.

"I didn't think you even wanted me." I whispered as she pulled back and then took her top off and tossed it.

"I've always fantasized about you, Logan." She said and began kissing me again. She kissed my mouth and then my neck and shoulders. She then offered a quick smile before she began kissing my chest and then, quite teasingly, my trembling stomach. All the while she lowered herself to her knees. Before I realized what she was really planning on, she'd already had her hands upon my trunks and was gently pulling them down, carefully easing them over my hardening cock. Then, clearly pleased with herself, she let them fall to my ankles. "Beautiful." She crooned as she peered up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, now fevered with desire.

She began to edge the slit on my head with her warm tongue, obviously relishing in the slick pre-cum that was starting to seep out. She took me in her hand and began caressing my shaft as she licked and kissed my cock's head. She had me moaning well before she finally took me into her mouth, and God it felt good when she did...the heat of her inviting mouth upon my tender skin, now coated entirely in her saliva and my pre-cum. She swallowed me whole and kept doing it, repeatedly till I was puddy in her hands. It was like the breaching of the waves. She'd surge forward till her nose pressed into my small mound of dark hair and then recede to the point where my head rested just upon her lips, and then she'd hold it there till she surged again. All the while, her wicked tongue did its sordid work, bring me closer and closer to the inevitable climax. She was receding and my head was once more resting upon her parted lips when it finally came. I exploded with such force that her entire face was coated with its creamy whiteness and her mouth was filled to the point that she choked at first, but she regained control quickly enough and managed to swallow it. She then took me into her mouth again and began milking me for more. She worked me hard till I cried out as the last drop seeped onto her tongue.