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(mf-teens, youths, 1st) *** Cameron had always considered his older brother, Brodie, his hero. Even before the car accident which had claimed their father's life and left Brodie walking with a cane, he had always had a confidence that the younger sibling lacked. Afterwards, everyone commented on how brave Brodie was, how fast his recovery had been and how quickly he had returned to life after watching his father die whilst trapped in the wreckage of the broken car, waiting for help to arrive. When he heard teachers and other people's parents comment on how remarkable Brodie's recovery had been, and how well adjusted he was after the accident, he was never surprised. Cameron always knew his brother was a strong person, even if he had an odd way of showing it, but he also knew that his brother had been affected by the accident. He'd asked his brother once about how his life had changed since the accident two years ago, and Brodie had replied, after a silence unusual to him, with his standard confidence. 'It sucks,' Brodie had commented, nodding to his damaged left knee. 'I can't do a girl doggie-style any more!' He'd grinned slyly to his brother after that, and Cameron had returned the gesture, but, in truth, he knew that his brother would have no problem with girls – he never did. Cameron, on the other hand, always felt awkward, despite his good looks. They were heading to the beach-front property that their parents had owned since before the accident killed their father two years ago. Their mother would be meeting them once she finished some work, but the two teenagers were on holidays – Brodie from university and Cameron from school – and were determined to make the most of it. They were driving up a couple of weeks ahead of their mother, and, en route Brodie promised his brother that this would surely be his time. 'I hope so,' Cameron said. 'I want to have sex before I turn 18...' When they arrived at the house, Brodie suggested they check out one of the clubs in town. Cameron wasn't sure. He was only 17, and was sure that he could get in trouble if he was found in a club underage. But Brodie reassured him that in small towns like this, they don't check ID. 'Besides,' Brodie said. 'The worst they will do is throw you out.' Brodie had been right. They'd been allowed into the club without any question, and Brodie bought his brother a drink. It wasn't long before the boys' unfamiliar faces had caught the attention of a number of girls in the small town. A pair of girls had already started talking to Cameron, who responded awkwardly, and Brodie offered him some assistance, and a few more drinks. Hours later, Cameron had been dancing close to the one girl for some time, grinding against the blonde on the other side of the room to where Brodie was sitting. Brodie had also met someone, a tall, leggy brunette named Cleo who was presently draped across his lap whispering in his ear. Brodie noticed his brother and his new friend staggering across the room towards them. 'Hey, Bro,' Cameron shouted over the music, and introduced the girl. 'This is Stephanie.' Brodie didn't stand up, but offered his hand gingerly to shake Stephanie's. 'We're going to head home,' Cameron said. Brodie looked at the girl in his lap. 'Are you ready to go?' She shrugged. 'Yeah,' Brodie said. 'We are too.' Together, the four fell out of the club, and Brodie awkwardly hailed a cab. In the back seat, Cameron sat between the two girls, who had now gotten through introductions. Brodie focused beyond his mild intoxication on directing the driver home in the most efficient fashion. 'Is it far?' Stephanie whispered into Cameron's ear. 'No,' he responded, glancing out the window. 'We're almost there.' 'Good,' the girl said. Cameron gasped a little when the girl rested her hand on his crotch and started to massage him through his jeans. All of a sudden he too started wishing the taxi would hurry up and arrive at the beach house. By the time they pulled up at the house, the Stephanie's painted nails were moving firmly over the hardening bulge in Cameron's jeans, while she glanced nonchalantly out the car window. Brodie paid the driver, and they led the girls upstairs. Leaning his walking stick against the wall, he fumbled with his keys, and finally got the door open. Cameron and Stephanie were already making out frantically, at her initiation. Inside, Brodie flipped on a light, and Cleo instinctively found her way to the boys' shared bedroom, and sat on the edge of one of the two double beds in the room. Entwined in one another, Cameron and Stephanie stumbled into the bedroom and fell onto the other bed. Brodie followed, and rested his cane on the floor beside the bed. Immediately, Cleo started unbuttoning his shirt. Brodie leaned upwards and pressed his mouth against hers. When Cleo finally broke away from the kiss, she let her lips move down Brodie's body. He was by no means muscular, but his weekly physical therapy sessions ensured that his body was lean and toned. When her lips reached Brodie's beltline, Cleo fumbled a moment with the buckle, and Brodie seized the opportunity to push her light top off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, but he already knew that from caressing her in the club. He leaned back while she dragged off his pants, glancing at the bed opposite. Illuminated in the light that he'd left on in the other room, Brodie could see that Stephanie and Cameron had moved more quickly than he and Cleo. They were already almost completely undressed, save for a few pieces of underwear. Stephanie was still wearing the tiniest g- string Cameron had ever seen. He'd already removed her bra and tossed it aside, impressed with his ability, even in his drunken state, to unclip the hooks easily without assistance. His friends had told tales of struggling with difficult bra fastenings, and he'd laughed along with them, trying to give the impression that he was just as seasoned as they were. Stephanie's eyes closed as what had been gentle licking on her nipple progressed to more forceful sucking, and her hands moved from Cameron's back to his erection, trapped beneath his boxer-briefs. He shuddered when her nails passed over the head, and her eyes suddenly opened. She released him and pushed him, quite firmly, onto his back. She removed his underwear and tossed it aside, finally releasing his suppressed erection to the open air. Cameron wasn't sure, but he thought he caught a hint of a slight smile at the side of Stephanie's mouth before she brought her fist down around him. Using one hand to balance on his chest, she leant over Cameron, pumping him evenly, but quite firmly. Cameron tried to hold on, felt that he should make this last as long as he could, but he was certain he could come at any moment. Drops of moisture had already escaped the tip of his cock which Stephanie had smeared all the way down his shaft, and back up again. After only a few more strokes, he could hold back no longer. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he released powerfully, Stephanie seeming to relish in the moment. Cameron lay back, breathing deeply as Stephanie smeared the white liquid around in her fingers. Cameron glanced briefly at the other bed, and saw that Brodie and Cleo were now well under way. In the darkness of the other side of the room, he could only make out rough shapes – that Cleo was on top, and that they were moving in a fluid motion. He was surprised at how seemingly comfortably his brother was able to have sex with another couple in the same room. Then again, he'd just received his first hand job, and hadn't had a problem. He supposed it was the alcohol that made him more relaxed about a situation he would usually be more nervous about. He looked back up at Cleo, who was now hovering over him expectantly, and rose to nibble her neck. Cameron let his hands run down the girl's body, taking a detour to explore her perfectly round tits, before continuing downwards. When he reached her panty- line, her lip seemed to quiver, but it could have been his eyes playing tricks. He moved his hands down to her thighs, and she separated her legs for him. He moved his hands back upwards, and he felt moisture through the fine fabric of the underwear. Cameron became aware that he was stiffening at the thought of what lay beneath, and what was in store for him. Impatient, he hooked his thumbs under the sides, and noted that Stephanie closed her eyes. As he started to ease the g-string downwards, she brought her legs back together to make the task easier. In the dim light he took in her perfectly shaved mound – the first he'd ever seen in person – and he paused a moment, but not too long. Uncertain of what came next, Cameron brought a finger in, circling her lips. She made a small sound, and he looked briefly at her face, her eyes still closed, and she opened her legs a little, inviting him to explore further. He continued the circling motion, letting his finger find its way further inside, feeling Stephanie become wetter as he moved on. 'Cam,' she whispered, her eyes still closed. He wasn't certain, but he chose to take it as an invitation. Cameron swallowed, and prepared himself for the next step. Taking himself in hand, he guided himself slowly inside of her. As he did so, Stephanie opened her eyes wide. He stopped, worried he'd acted too soon. Cameron looked into Stephanie's eyes, and she put her arms around him, her hands on his back. She didn't seem to be breathing. He eased himself further in, feeling her warm around his shaft. When he was all the way in, she finally let out her breath, and he felt her relax around him. It was like nothing he'd ever felt, but then, she pushed him out a little, before pulling him firmly in towards her. Before long, they'd found a distinct rhythm. Cameron was still on top, and almost forgetting his surroundings, but when he heard a moan from the other bed, he remembered his brother's comment. It had just been a throw away line, maybe even a joke, but Cameron wanted to try something. Without speaking, he repositioned himself – and Stephanie – so that he could enter her from behind, and she made no complaints. He realised then why Brodie might be bitter about his knee injury. He'd thought nothing could have felt better than when he'd been having sex with Stephanie before, but, kneeling on the bed, with her on all fours in front of him, and feeling her tense around him at the height of her orgasm just moments before he too came, he saw his brother's loss. Cleo seemed to be enjoying the view from the front porch in the morning when Cameron woke up. He left Stephanie and Brodie sleeping and headed for the shower. He was sure he'd had a lot to drink last night, but, remarkably, didn't feel hung over. He smiled to himself, as the warm water ran over his body. Brodie had been right. All he'd done was act like himself and gotten what he wanted. He wondered what would happen now. He wasn't used to this kind of things. Should he offer Stephanie something? Breakfast? Maybe she'd just want to go home? Cameron turned off the water dried himself with a white, hotel style towel, and put on jeans and a t-shirt. He stopped a minute in the bathroom doorway. He was surprised at what he saw when he went back out into the bedroom. Brodie was sitting on the bed with his back to the bedroom door. Cameron wasn't sure if he was aware of his presence or not, since Brodie was preoccupied. Stephanie's head was between his legs, bobbing up and down enthusiastically, being guided by Brodie's hands. Cameron wasn't sure how to react, so he headed quickly out of the room, without acknowledging the scene. He thought he heard Brodie say something to him on his way out, but he wasn't sure. 'Can I get you something?' Cameron asked Cleo, when she looked up at him upon hearing the porch door open. 'Oh, hi,' she said. 'Um, no, thanks. I made coffee. I hope that's ok.' Cameron nodded. 'It's a fantastic view,' Cleo commented, after a pause. 'You guys are lucky to live here.' Cameron nodded again. He wasn't certain what Brodie had told her. 'I've called a taxi,' she said. 'It will be here soon. I had a good night.' After Cleo had left, Cameron stayed on the porch, watching the waves roll in, and the occasional early morning jogger or dog walker go by. A while later another taxi pulled up next to the house and honked it's horn. Cameron looked up when he heard the door open, and Stephanie ran out. 'Oh, Cameron!' she said, seeming surprised to see him there. 'I called myself a cab. I need to be at work by midday. But, it was nice to meet you, and... yeah...' 'Yeah...' Cameron replied. 'You too.' Stephanie kissed him on the cheek, and looked at him briefly, before running into the taxi. Still, Cameron stayed on the porch, watching the ocean. The door opened a while later, and Brodie hobbled out, his hair wet from the shower. He supported himself on the door frame. 'So...' Brodie started, looking at the ocean. Cameron still hadn't turned to him. 'Nice girls, huh.' Cameron nodded, still not looking at his brother. 'Do you want something for breakfast? Coffee or something?' Cameron shook his head. Brodie started to push himself off the door frame. 'Brodie?' Brodie stopped, and waited for more from his brother. 'You were right.' Brodie looked quizzically at the back of his brother's head, waiting for further information. Finally, Cameron turned to him. 'You were right to miss doggie style.' Brodie laughed and slapped his brother on the back, then went inside to make them both breakfast. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 57