A few hours passed as I sat alone on the park bench. It was windy, it was cold, but with God as my witness I wouldn't, couldn't, step in my house, at least for now. I let out a sigh as I think of the repercussions of this ... dalliance between Phil and Scotty. About what it meant for all of us, how we were going to progress from here on, if I did want to progress at all, the shape of our future relationships.
I decided to be the magnanimous one, the one who relented to things, quite simply to be the elder brother. I had to, if not the burden would fall on Scotty and I did not want him to be the cause of a break of a relationship. I would keep quiet, pretend I did not just saw my husband ... oh my husband, fucking my little brother with a gusto that he seldom showed even to me. I would return home, eventually, eat a civilized dinner with Phil and Scotty and enjoy myself on this special day, this special date, the palindrome.
Of course, that entailed gathering my flustered wits about me enough to be presentable to the two men who had just fucked with my trust and my love. But I would do it ... eventually, I had to. It was still my home, my kitchen, my fucking bed.
I just needed a few minutes.
SCOTTY
A few minutes, just a few minutes more. I looked up at Phil's handsome face. His eyes, the warm hazel eyes which had shone so bright in the kitchen light as he watched me strip for him, were clenched shut in death-ecstasy. I could feel his heart racing in the veins of his cock, pressing against the silky lining of my anal breach, the pumping of his life-blood into the staff of his cock. His jaws were clenched tight, like an epileptic biting a toy or a finger, expressing the delicious sensations of cock sliding against anus.
I ran my hands over his mighty shoulders, broad, manly, shoulders of an alpha in prime of life and sex. The delts felt alive under my touch, vital with life force, contracting in support of his upper body above mine. He was sweating, lightly not profusely, the effort and the strain of sex with me evident in his musculature. My hand touched his hips, working overtime, down, down to where our bodies were connected by his cock.
When my brother first described Phil to me, I sniggered, even guffawed at the tale of this so-called perfect male specimen. I ate my words later when I first saw him at the family dinner when he introduced Phil to me and our parents. That this handsome man would give my brother time of the day still amazed me, and had been the bone of contention between me and him, initially.
