Billy leaned with his hands on the shower walls while Jeanie thoroughly scrubbed his butt. Jets from the sprayer drummed against his clenched butt hole and rinsed away what little dignity he had left. She never told him why she suddenly became obsessed with his ass in the first place—he suspected it had something to do with his brother’s wife, and that time they spit-roasted him with their strap-ons.

He wasn’t the fastest tortoise in the race, but he got there.

Jeanie finger-fucked his ass again, then stopped outright before he was about to cum. “Turn around, Baby,” she said and squatted in front of him. She licked him under his hairless balls and took turns slurping them up and out. “I love that you’re smooth,” she said, then sucked on his twitching boner. The only reason he agreed to let her do something as gay as shaving his privates was that she spent a lot of time doing stuff like that.

Billy’s boner was arguably his best feature, which is why Vera taught Jeanie to downplay it. Vera was Billy’s brother’s wife. She liked Jeanie a lot and had no patience for men who roughed up their women. So Vera fucked Billy for Jeanie’s sake, and that was the first part of fucking Billy over.

There were other parts, and they weren’t done yet.

Jeanie made him turn around again when she knew he couldn’t hold back. “Squeaky clean, Baby!” she said as she pried his cheeks apart. She wiggled her tongue against his butt hole and jerked his cock until he shot his wad against the wall.

“Make sure you clean that up,” she said. “I laid your clothes out on the bed, and your suitcase is packed. I'm so excited for you! You and your brother will have a gay old time!”

“I wish you wouldn’t say things like that.”

“Baby, I didn’t mean it that way. I meant it like on The Flintstones. Yabba-dabba-doo!” Jeanie hollered, and milked his floppy dick as she sang him all of the theme song.

Once dried, Billy padded naked to the bedroom. He hated the diet that Vera made Jeanie put him on, but he had to admit he looked better without his gut. Sometimes women flirted with him, but he never picked any up because that would have pissed off both his sister-in-law and his wife. There used to be a time when he didn’t care who he pissed off.

“Really, Jeanie?” Billy had hoped to wear boxer shorts like he used to, but Jeanie had picked out a pair of panties for him. “Do I have to wear girl’s underwear when I’m going out with Jim?”

Billy had gotten better about following his wife’s instructions, but sometimes he still talked back. That’s when Jeanie would bring up what Vera says and does. “Vera has your brother’s panties set out for him, too, I’m sure. Now get dressed. The limo will be around any minute.”

~~~

“Where’d these come from, Vera?”

“Jeanie and I went shopping and bought you and your brother matching panties for your date.”

“That’s really sweet, Vera—a ball game, beer, hot dogs, and new panties. I don’t know why you spent good money on a limo, though. I’d rather drive my truck.”

“I swear, you’d fuck me with that truck if I let you. You don’t appreciate me at all.”

“I appreciate it all, Vera.”

“You ain’t got an appreciative, romantic bone in your body.”

“I like my new shirt.”

“Jeanie bought Billy one just like it. Anything else?”

“The hotel room. I appreciate it, but I don’t know if Billy will.”

“You two deserve some extra special bonding time. Remind him that brothers need to remember that they’re brothers. Being brothers ain’t just about balls and beer and hot dogs. Although, you do love those ballpark wieners—twelve inches of meat going straight down your throat.”

“You gonna be fucking anyone while me and Billy are gone?”

“Where’s the romance in that? Me and Jeanie are just gonna drink wine or ‘shine and talk shit about you and Billy.” Vera made like she was about to kiss her husband, but didn’t. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed and told him to bring it over. “This bad boy is almost as nice as your brother’s,” she said, slapping his cock against her palm. “It’s still very nice and I love it. I ain’t telling you whose cum I think is better. I want you to tell me what you think after it’s over.”

“Thank you, darlin’.”

Vera told him not to hold back as the putty in her hands hardened. “They say that the taste of a man’s cum depends on what he eats.” Jim tipped his head back, enjoying his wife’s ministrations. “I don’t know if that’s exactly true, ‘cause your cum never tasted like my pussy, did it?”

“No, ma’am.”

Vera wanked harder and faster, and chuckled. “Maybe if I was one of those squirter gals and you drank as much of my pussy as you do your beer. Now hold still—I don’t want to lose any.” Jim groaned right before his sweet ejaculation. “I like that about you,” Vera said when the first shot crossed her palm. “Your cum is super hot. Hot cum in a pussy is always right nice.”

After Vera squeezed out the last drop, she took a whiff and held it up to her husband’s nose. “What’s that smell like to you?”

Jim sniffed. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say, so he sniffed a few more times to show that he was trying. “I dunno. Just cum, I guess.”

“You couldn’t smell a dead rabbit under a rug. Go ahead. You can eat it.” The first time Vera ever made him eat his cum, he didn’t really want to do it. Now, he had to be careful to wait for her to give him the okay.

~~~

Jeanie walked Billy and his suitcase the short distance to Vera’s house to wait for the limousine. The women fussed over their boys, telling them how handsome they looked in their matching shirts. Billy balked at giving Jimmy a boutonniere until he saw that Jimmy had one for him too. “There ain’t nothing gay about brothers giving each other flowers,” Vera scolded. “Real men don’t care about shit like that.”

Vera took her phone out first and made the brothers pose. “It’s just a ball game,” Billy protested.

“And a nice hotel and a nice dinner at the fancy hotel restaurant. When was the last time the two of you did anything classy like that?” Vera told them to stand closer to each other, and Jeanie gushed while she took their pictures. “Good! Now hold hands.”

The boys fidgeted and glanced at each other. “Jim, take your brother’s hand. Jeanie, what is wrong with your man?”

Jim bumped Billy’s hand with his and said, “Take it,” out the side of his mouth.

After they took a few shots of the hand-holding boys, Jeanie told them to do better. “Wiggle your fingers in together. That’s it. Now kiss.”

Billy took his hand back and scowled. “What? No!”

Jim stayed put. Jeanie took her husband’s hand and whispered, “Baby, you’re embarrassing me in front of Vera. Look at Jimmy. He don’t mind.” Billy reluctantly let Jeanie guide him back to his bother’s side and intertwined their fingers again. “One time on the cheek, okay?”

Red-faced Billy gave Jim the quickest peck that he could. “Do better, Billy!” Vera sighed and shook her head. “Show him, Jim. Kiss him long enough for me to take a picture! That’s it.” She encouraged them to do better and smile as they turned their cheeks.

“That’s it! You boys could be models if you were better-looking. A couple of times on the lips and we’re done. Oh, come on. Me and Jeanie are practically sisters and we kiss on the lips all the time.”

Jim, always compliant, turned his head toward his brother and held his hand tighter to keep him from getting away. “Vera’s gonna Vera, Billy. She ain’t gonna let it go, and I’d rather do it now before the limo driver gets here.”

Billy huffed and they kissed on the lips.

“Again. Better,” Vera said. They kissed again, holding it longer while fake shutter sounds filled the air. “Better. Do better.”

Jeanie knew what Vera meant whenever she was told to do better, and held her breath, wondering whether the boys would tongue kiss. Jim might have slipped it to him, she thought, when Billy looked really shocked and broke away.

The men hugged their wives before climbing into the limo. Jeanie told Billy to have fun. Vera warned Jim to remember what she had said. By the time they got to the ballpark, Billy had convinced himself that he hadn’t felt his brother’s tongue probing his lips.

~~~

They had great seats, almost right behind home plate, and their team was sure to win. Jim stared at his second hot dog. “Vera calls ‘em wieners, you know, like dick-wieners. She says I could gobble one down without a bite if I had the mind to. She says to breathe through the nose.”

“I guess she’d know.”

Jim put the hot dog in his mouth and cleaned off the bits of relish and onion stuck to it. “Here goes,” he said with a shrug. He only got a couple of inches in before he gagged.

Billy laughed at him. “That’s a foot-long, Bro. Maybe you should have tried one of them little toothpick ones first.”

“You try it, if you think it’s easy.”

They went back and forth trying to outdo one another stuffing long, meaty wienies in and out of their mouths. Neither one got in as much as five inches no matter how well they held their breaths, but they had fun trying.

“Too bad the girls weren’t here taking pictures.”

~~~

After the game, Billy and Jim were congratulated at the front desk when they checked in at the hotel. Confused at first, they figured out why when they saw that Vera had booked them the honeymoon suite. She made early restaurant reservations, so they had to rush to dinner before they could unpack.

They were brought light beers and high-class bourbon as soon as they were seated. “We didn’t order anything,” Billy said.

“Everything has been arranged in advance,” the server said, lighting their candle. “Y’all such a cute couple! Your first course will be right out.”

Hearing that, Billy said, “Well, now I know we ain’t getting steaks.”

“The whiskey's good. The beer is better than water, at least.”

Billy stared at the blobs on the seashells that their server placed in front of him, afraid to ask what the hell it was.

“Raw oysters,” Jim said, shaking his head. “I ain’t surprised. Vera says a man eating one of them in public is almost as good as eating his cum in private.”

“Vera makes you eat your cum too, I guess?” Billy had been afraid to ask before because of what his big brother might think.

“She don’t need to make me eat my cum anymore,” Jim said. He held the shell in front of his face. “Cheers!”

Billy made a face but ate it like he was told. “It’s not just me, then—eating cum.”

“Nope. I eat it out of her hand, her mouth, her pussy…Hell, I think I’d eat it straight out of my cock if I was bendy enough to do it.”

“So, that’s normal.”

Jim shrugged. “It’s Vera. Vera being Vera. I guess it’s Jeanie being Vera, too.”

Their next course was rocky mountain oysters. Billy said he didn’t know oysters came from the mountains, too. After Jim told him what they really were, he said, “Well, at least they were cooked.”

The jalapeno salmon was good enough to not need ketchup, and they shared a dark, chocolaty lava cake which paired well with the bourbon. They hung out at the bar for a while, where a few women told them how adorable they looked, but none of them flirted.

They went back to their room to unpack and watch some TV before bedtime. There, they found a chilled bottle of champagne and a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries. There were rose petals and a note from their wives on the bed: “Miss you! Give each other a kiss and a hug for us!”

“Shit! There’s only the one bed. And everyone at this hotel probably already thinks we’re married!”

“We’ve got the same last name,” Jim joked. “Who cares what they think? Ain’t nobody back home that would think anything. I could suck your cock right now and nobody would know.” He turned the TV on and opened his suitcase. “Did Jeanie pack your bag?”

“Yeah, why?”

Jim hid the bottle of lube and turned his around to show his brother that it was empty except for a handful of panties. “Vera packed mine.”

Billy found only panties in his suitcase as well. “I guess they figured we didn’t need anything else. PJs would have been nice but Jeanie probably forgot.”

“Billy, they didn’t forget nothing.” Jim unbuttoned his shirt. “We both sleep nekkid. Look around.” He set the flutes aside even though they were made of real glass, and took a swig of the good champagne straight from the bottle. “You gotta know Vera set this up for us. She wants us to be better brothers to each other.” He handed Billy the champagne and pulled his undershirt over his head.

“Jimmy—you ain’t saying what I think you’re saying.”

Jim dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. He unabashedly drank more champagne in front of his brother with his pre-cum-dripping boner sticking above his pretty new panties. “You and me, we just gotta do better for each other.”

“I dunno, Jimmy,” Billy said, swallowing the offered bubbly.

“You gonna tell me you ain’t got a boner? You know I know you got a hard-on for your brother and you want me to suck on it.” Jim tried to kiss Billy, but Billy stepped back. “I told Vera that kissing would be weirder than blowing each other,” he said, “but she wouldn’t listen.” He told him to stand still and he undid his pants. “I ain’t never done this, but Vera made me watch and take notes.”

Jim was right about Billy’s boner. He squatted and licked the bead from its tip. “Here goes nothing!” He yanked Billy’s matching panties down, closed his eyes, and threw his face over his cock. He gagged, of course, but Billy was too shocked to notice.

“Damn, Jimmy!”

“Sorry, Bro.” Jim started over and licked him from under his hairless nuts to the head, just like Vera would do. He puckered up and flicked his tongue on the tip, which elicited Billy’s first shuddering moan. “Okay, then,” Jim said, and bobbed his head up and down, watching for his brother’s reactions and approvals.

“That’s it, Baby,” Billy said, forgetting for a second that it was his brother’s mouth he was fucking. Billy backpedaled and called Jim “bro” and “man,” but Jim was oddly pleased with “baby.” He dropped his jaw and breathed through his nose when Billy grabbed his ears and tried to tap his tonsils.

Jim made a last-second decision to take Billy’s load in his mouth, even though Vera had said to catch it in his hand. He looked up at Billy with brotherly affection and opened his mouth to show him the oyster in its shell.

Billy wanted to say what he was thinking out loud—he rarely ever said it, and this time it would mean something more. “I love you, man.”

Jim’s heart thumped in his chest and his cock twitched in his panties as he stood tall and proud. With a huge smile, he swallowed his little brother’s sperm and displayed his almost empty, cum-coated mouth. The moment called for a kiss, but Billy wasn’t there yet. “I love you, too.”

“Now what?”

“You take your shirt off,” Jim said, sliding his own panties off, “and we wait for the limo to take us home in the morning.” He took Billy’s hand and led him to the honeymoon bed. They cuddled there, and Billy stroked his bother’s cock, afraid to start anything else.

“It wasn’t so bad,” Jim said. “Kinda natural, but I’d never do it with another guy.”

“Unless Vera told you to.”

“Yeah—that. You wanna hear something funny? Your jizz tasted a little like hot dogs and onions.” They lay silently, each keeping their thoughts to themselves. Vera had been right—Vera was always right—when she said that Jim needed to seduce his little brother. Billy wondered whether or not he should tell Jeanie. He wondered about what else he might have to tell her before the night was over.

“What you’re doing feels nice, Billy. You could do it a little more, you know, to finish things. It’s getting painful, all hard and fat like that.”

Billy pulled on his brother’s cock, jerking it like it was his. Jim raised his hips, and Billy thought he was going to cum, but he didn’t. The part of Billy that wanted his brother’s dick in his mouth was stronger than the part that was afraid. He hollered a war cry inside his head and gobbled up Jim’s cock.

“Yeah, Billy, yeah,” Jim huffed and puffed. Billy couldn’t hardly keep Jim in his mouth with his wriggling and writhing, but he gained control with a firm grip and tug of Jim’s nut sack. He sucked and jerked his brother until all those well-known tell-tale signs throbbed in his hand. Billy sealed his lips around his brother’s cock, making it clear where the load was to go.

Jim groaned loudly when he exploded, and stroked his brother’s hair. When it was finally over, Billy scrambled away and turned his back.

“That was real good,” Jim quietly said.

Billy stared at the wall for a while, trying not to think about what he did and trying to decide what to do with the mouthful of Jimmy’s seed. “It tasted like mine,” he said after he gave up, swallowed, and broke the silence. “Your cum tasted just like mine.”

“Yeah, you too,” Jim said and spooned his brother.

They listened to each other breathe for a while, and then, still skin-to-skin, they talked about hunting and their trucks, and about their wives and their wives’...