A Few Years Later

Thankfully, my injury was a thing of the past, but, unfortunately, my brother and I were not able to share another session. Shortly after my recovery was complete, my brother moved out of town for work. A few years passed, and I think we both assumed our times together were a thing of the past. All that changed when our parents put together a ski trip for the entire family. I couldn't wait to reunite with my brother after all this time.  The family all arrived at the cabin, and we spent a while catching up. As the week went on, I tried to construct scenarios where he and I would be alone, but in each case, we were interrupted, or he didn't pick up on what I was trying to do. Finally, on the last day of the trip, our parents left early to purchase groceries for our last big meal, and our wives and kids headed into the city for some last-minute shopping. It was now, or never.  We were both in the living room, talking. One thing led to another, and I brought up our last time together. I asked my brother if he ever regretted what we used to do. After a long pause, he said, "No." There was an even longer pause. Then he looked at me and said, "In fact, I've missed it." I replied, "Me too." We both sat awkwardly, not sure of what to do next.  Finally, I got up and moved over beside him. I said, "Well... I mean, no one is here." My brother raised to look out the window to confirm that everyone indeed had left. Then he moved toward me and said, "Yep. No one is here." I said, "So, do you want to?" Again, he paused, but finally said, "Can you be quick?" I said, "Yes, it's been a while." I asked, "What about you?" He said, "Oh, for sure, it won't take me long."  On that note, he slowly began rubbing his crotch through his pants. I did the same. I reached over and replaced his hand with mine. Likewise, he did the same to me. My brother was rock hard, and so was I. I began moving my hand up and down. He let out a subtle moan and started doing the same to me. It felt so good. As my hand went up, I began to unbutton his pants slowly. Just as I was starting to lower his zipper slowly, the front door opened. Our parents were back.  My brother and I gathered ourselves quickly and met them in the front room. Mom needed help bringing in the groceries, so my brother and I headed out to the car. My brother said, "Damnit! They would come early." At lunch, my brother kept starring at me. I knew we had to find a way to make this happen. As the day went on and our families returned, I kept trying to find ways we could be alone. However, in a few short hours, I knew that everyone would be packing up, and tomorrow morning everyone would be headed home. I went back up to my room, horny as hell, and incredibly frustrated. In a few minutes, there was a knock at my door, and before I could answer, my brother came in. He closed the door behind him and came over to me. He said, "Now, where were we?" He reached down and grabbed me. We sat down on the bed. I reached over to undo his belt when there was a knock at the door. It was his wife. She needed help with something. So again, our opportunity was lost. We were running out of time. Everyone was gathered in the main room, watching a movie together. My brother and I kept exchanging glances. We each knew what the other was thinking. Our dad got up quickly and said that he needed to get some ski equipment that he had forgotten in the storage shed up on the hill. My brother and I interrupted him at the same time to say, "We'll get it for you!" My brother and I suited up and headed up on the hill. We didn't say much on the way up. As we got closer to the shed, we began to pick up our pace until we were eventually running. The closer we got, the faster we ran. Once we entered the shed and my brother slammed the door shut. We both began throwing off our gloves, hats, jackets, and coveralls. We three off our shoes ripped off our shirts, and we each managed to drop the pants and underwear of the other in one push. As we stood back up, our cocks touched. They were pulsing with anticipation. I took him in my hand, and he took me. We leaned into each other, supporting our weight by placing our heads on each other's shoulders. We began stroking at a fierce pace. As we were pumping, my brother started grunting and moaning, saying, "Tighter! Tighter!" I squeezed tighter, and so did he. We were pounding each other so fast, breathing so heavy, and were both grunting like beasts. My brother began bucking his hips, and I knew he was close.  My brother starting yelling, "Yes! Please don't stop! Please don't stop!" He then let out a roar as I felt my chest and belly covered with his warm wet cum. I gripped him even tighter as I finished him off. Each pulse brought even louder cries of pleasure from him, which put me over the edge. I felt my orgasm rising in me. I shouted, "Yes! Tighter! Faster! Go! Go!" His hand began moving at an incredible pace. My orgasm continued to rise. I grabbed his hair with both hands and held on tight. Finally, I erupted all over my brother, bucking my hips wildly. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" He tightened his grip and pumped even faster. I continued spraying more and more. Finally, I finished, and he slowly milked every last drop from me.  We both finally came down and realized that we were standing in a cold utility shed with our pants around our ankles, covered in cum. We laughed and began redressing for the walk back. Once we reached the cabin, we realized that we had forgotten the ski equipment. Needless to say, we had to go back.