The Brothers in Hexham

The Brothers in Hexham 5

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This story could easily slip into the incest category, but that is not its central focus although I intend to have fun with that part of it as well.

Drew's father called us a week later, complaining of stomach troubles and demanded I come and see him. Roger smiled at me when I put the phone down. "Well, now you have an excuse to visit."

"Yes, well. Frankish senior is rather a trial. But I suppose it is worth it. But Drew is away at the moment, so I think this will be all business."

"There's always the brothers..." Roger looked wistful. I knew that Roger hadn't seen them since we all had had dinner -- and other things -- together. Drew said his brothers had been distracted by a young woman they met in Manchester.

Roger took it philosophically. "Oh those boys. One shouldn't get in the way of exploration."

But I knew that Roger was pining a little. I patted him on the shoulder and left for Hexham.

The drive was annoying since it had begun raining quite heavily and the A69 was a mess of slick surfaces and a couple of dinged cars. When I finally arrived at the Frankish home, I was not in the best of moods. Drew's father didn't help, since it was clear he was absolutely fine, but seemed to think some digestive issues were the prelude to disaster.

I gave him a prescription for something benign and left him in his study. The house was darker since the sun was wisely out of town with all the rain and rather depressing. I tried to imagine growing up in such a place, a place so different than Ontario which I sometimes missed, despite the cold winters. I would almost rather a snowy, sunny few months than the weeks of rain that so often was the norm here.

I had just reached the bottom of the staircase when I saw one of the doors of the entrance hall open. Rupert was smiling and looked rather jolly. "Leigh! How lovely! Come for some tea. You must be pining for Drew, poor fellow."

"I am, rather. Tea would be lovely."

We sat in a little sitting room I hadn't noticed before. You know a house is too large when you lose track of which sitting room you were in. Rupert looked much like his brother and it made me miss him more. I sipped my tea and sighed.

"Poor Leigh. You know he's coming back today, I think."

"Today? I thought it was Thursday?" I felt a rush of excitement. I was falling for him, there was no mistaking it.

"Oh he just called. He said he texted you." I pulled out my phone, and sure enough there was a text. He said he would be back by two, which was, I realized, in a half-an-hour.

"What shall we do with you in the meantime...?" I looked up and saw a rather wicked expression on Rupert's face.

I smiled and said, "Haven't you got some vixen in Manchester to concentrate on?"

"Oh, her. Sam has decided he wants her all to himself, so I'm alone." He tried to look forlorn but it was not convincing. The thought of playing with Rupert was very tempting -- he was very tempting. Was it because he resembled his brother? Before I could really make a choice, Rupert made it for me. He got up from his chair and, grabbing my hand, pulled me up. He took my face in both hands and our mouths met, instantly intense, tongues wrestling. His groin began to writhe against mine.

He leaned back and looked at me. His lips were wet and livid."I can see why Drew is so taken with you." I was glad to hear that Drew was taken with me. But I was also glad to feel Rupert's cock though his pants, rubbing against mine. I reached down and stroked the bulge, kissing his neck. I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down. I didn't need an invitation, so I got on my knees. I reached for his pants but he pushed them away, undoing them himself. He slid his pants to his thighs and I realized he had no underwear. I could smell the rich, woodsy smell of warm flesh and I pressed my nose into the hair around his balls.

His cock was as I remembered: thick and veined and rigid. I looked at it for a moment as if trying to decided what to do, but Rupert again decided for me and pushed my mouth onto it, sliding it all the way into until I felt the wiry hair at the base against my lips.

"Oh, yeah. You are so good at this game."

I wanted to laugh, but he had started to thrust into my face using my head for traction. I have always liked things to be rough now and then and this was one of those times. As he literally fucked my face, I reached down and opened my trousers, releasing my cock which was sticky with need. I could taste Rupert's juices on my tongue and when I looked up, his head was thrown back and his mouth was open.

"What do we have here?"

Drew's voice was light and amused. I pulled off Rupert's cock and saw Drew standing in the doorway.

I tried not to feel guilty. "Uh...well it seemed like the right thing to do..."

"Hmmm. Well, I would have to agree."

Without a another word, Drew opened his pants, slid them down and stepped out of them. He was wearing just a t-shirt and socks which at that moment I found incredibly sexy. He walked over to us and stood beside his brother. There were two cocks now, which suited me just fine. I pulled Drew's slightly longer one and sucked on the end, still holding Rupert's in the other. Drew pushed himself forward and slid further into my mouth. I looked up at him and our eyes met, his smile broad. He looked very happy.

I felt Rupert's cock pressing at the corner of my mouth so I opened wider, trying to take them both in which of course was almost impossible, but it's awfully fun to try. They began to alternate driving themselves into my mouth. Drew had a grip on my hair as they alternated thrusts. All I could smell was musk, and long sticky lines of precum and saliva draped themselves onto my chin and lips.

The two brothers were watching me intently, but I realized I really could only see Drew. He had taken off his shirt and I admired his chest as his cock slid into my mouth again, the tip hitting the back of my throat. I was past the point of gagging and the taste of the streams of precum in my mouth was almost overwhelming. Then I heard Rupert's voice.

"What if you fuck him? Let's get him over to the chair."

Drew looked down at me. "Well? You want to be fucked?"

All I could do was smile. He could have asked me to do anything, I realized.

Rupert hauled me to my feet and gave me a deep, messy kiss before pushing me over to a big old armchair. He sat down with his legs spread, his dick glistening with my spit as he slid his hand along its length. I knelt down between his legs and began to suck on his balls, enjoying the hair and the pungent smell of the wild.

As my tongue explore Rupert, I suddenly felt a mouth, then a tongue exploring my ass. Drew had never done this to me before, and I wondered why. He drove his tongue into me, pulling my cheeks apart and running his tongue up the crack and into me several times.

I moved my mouth up the sides of Rupert's cock, sucking on the sides of it, exploring the girth and tasting the streams that ran from the head. Rupert was moaning softly above me. Drew moved his mouth away from my hole and soon I could feel the tip of his cock pressing into me: slowly, but steadily. I had to gasp into Rupert as Drew slid into me all the way. He held my hips tightly as he began to slide himself almost agonizingly slowly, pulling out and pausing, then back in as if he were in slow motion.

I held Rupert's cock in one hand and slid the whole thing in my mouth, trying to time myself to Drew's thrusts which were ever so slowly picking up speed. In porn I knew this was what you did -- get fucked by one person at each end - but to actually experience it was another matter. It was almost overwhelming to feel a length in my mouth and another driving into my asshole.

Over and over Drew filled me while I almost blindly tried to inhale Rupert. All I could really feel was the rhythm and the heat of it all. Drew was breathing heavily behind me and the grip on my hips was even tighter. Rupert grabbed me head in both hands and he too began to fuck me. I do like to be used sometimes, and this was the most intense I had ever experienced.

Drew leaned forward so he was almost lying on my back, still thrusting into me. I felt his lips on my neck, tasting my sweat. For a moment, I imagined he must be uncomfortable in that position, but that thought disappeared when Rupert pulled himself out of my mouth. He was pumping his cock fiercely, looking down at me. Drew leaned back, and I could feel the speed of him measuring my insides increase even more. I was mesmerized by the sight of Rupert's hand on his cock, the head of it mere centimetres from my mouth. A large gush of precum spilled out and I couldn't restrain myself, so I leaned forward and sucked it from the end, his hand still moving quickly.

This must of set him off because he gave a low moan and as he pumped, several long spurts of cum went directly into my mouth. The almost bitter taste was one intensity too many and I had to grab my own cock which I hardly needed to touch. Before I could cum, Rupert gasped, "Wait," so I froze. He finished emptying himself into my mouth and as I swallowed, he pushed me back so I was on my knees, still being impaled by Drew. He knelt down in front of me and looked up, "Now go."

So I went. I only had to move my hand a couple of times before I erupted. It was my turn to fill Rupert's mouth and he almost hungrily slurped me in. I think all the orgasms were too much for Drew and he fucked me a few more wild, almost out-of-control times and then gasped and I imagined him filling my whole body with his juices.

Drew grabbed me around the torso and held on, our sweaty, out-of-breath bodies clinging together as if after a storm. He was breathing into my neck. I realized Rupert was still sucking me and I watching his mouth on my cock, his tongue still exploring me.

Finally he leaned back and looked at the two of us still kneeling together.

"Nice, you two! I mean really well done!"

I had to laugh. Suddenly, in my ear, I felt, rather than heard, Drew's voice. "Next time you're going to fuck me. It's high time." I turned and kissed him awkwardly. With that, Drew pulled himself out of me and I already missed him being there, deep inside me. But I would return the favour.

To my amazement, Rupert moved around and clamped his mouth to my ass, his tongue exploring where a moment ago his brother's cock had been. I heard Drew's laugh. "You're such a dirty boy, Rupert. I mean really." Drew sounded playful, but also a little annoyed, which I think I understood. Drew and I had shared something quite amazing, and it was as if Rupert was, well, cheapening it somehow.

I pulled away from Rupert and sat on the floor, cross legged. I could feel my body cooling down although still tingling. I had to get back to the office, that much I knew. "Well boys, I need to work, unlike some of us with inherited means. No criticism, just the truth."

Drew smiled at me and he did something that right then seemed touching and almost loving. He bent down and picked up my clothes and brought them over to me. He extended a hand and pulled me up so I was standing in front of him. Then he proceeded to dress me, from head to toe, starting with my socks. On the one hand I felt like a child, but I realized in a very good way. I was letting myself be taken care of and that was something I generally did not allow. But I did then. I just watched him work and it felt unlike anything I had experienced with someone before.

I heard Rupert's voice. "You two are adorable." I didn't sound mocking, to my surprise. I think he really meant it. When I was dressed and after Drew straightened my messy hair, he kissed me softly on the lips. "I think you're ready now."

I smiled at him and said, "I'll see you on Friday?"

Drew beamed at me. "Absolutely."

I turned to Rupert. "Thanks for the fun." I leaned down and kissed him which seemed to confuse him for some reason, but he smiled anyway.

Driving back, I wondered what Roger would say. He would know, of course, that I had been up to something. And I was now way behind and would probably face a waiting room full of patients. I suddenly envied those born to money. Or at least a little.

Friday afternoon I got a text from Drew saying he was meeting me at my office at the end of the day. I felt my face flush and a surge of excitement ran up my spine. I put my phone down and tried to focus on the screen in front of me where I was filling in some patient history.

"You're such an adolescent these days, aren't you."

I looked up, startled. Roger was standing at my door, grinning his crooked grin. But he was right, of course. "I suppose I am. Is that ridiculous?"

"Ridiculous? Not at all. Adorable, is what I might say."

"Well, as long as I'm adorable. I guess I'm in love. I'm frankly amazed."

"Why? It's fabulous."

"It is, but I suppose I was getting rather jaded and didn't expect it. Especially not from one of the Frankish clan."

"I see what you mean. Somehow the brothers didn't end up like their father."

"No, not by any means." I laughed and we just looked at each other, knowing that nothing need be said.

Around six, after Roger headed off for the evening, I heard Drew walking in to the waiting room. "Hello..."

"In here," and a second later Drew came into the examination room where I was clearing up. He looked so...amazing. I pulled him into a long hug, kissing him and burrowing my nose into his neck, inhaling his magical, earthy smell. I wanted to bottle it so I could have him with me wherever I went.

"I'm glad to see you."

He pulled back and regarded me for a moment. "This is getting serious, huh?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Oh my, no! I'm just acknowledging what we seem to be doing. I'm glad of it, by the way." It was a relief to hear him say it, as I suddenly wondered if it was all in my head. "Let me get my things together and I thought we could have dinner somewhere."

"I'll think of a place while you do that."

I went into my office and started gathering my papers and my laptop. When I emerged, he was sitting on the sofa in the waiting room looking adorable as he scanned his phone for a restaurant. He looked up at me and said, "There's Blackfriars Restaurant that I've been wanting to try."

I had heard of it. We seemed to be doing a fair amount of fine dining. I guess that's part of falling in love. "That sounds lovely."

And it was lovely. I'm sure we ate amazing food, and I do remember some luscious lamp chops and a great deal of excellent wine, but frankly, I was only aware of Drew and his intoxicating smell, his hair, his jaw...I could go on and on. We held hands much of the time, to our waiter's delight who presented us with a glass of prosecco to round off the night. I think he thought we were on our anniversary, or something.

We returned to my flat, happy and tipsy. So tipsy that, despite some intense kissing on the way to the bedroom, clothes flying all over the place, once we hit the bed, one or both of us fell asleep almost immediately.

However, when I woke some times later -- and I have no idea how long -- I gradually realized that my cock, my almost painfully hard cock, was grinding up the crack of Drew's beautiful ass. I guess I started before I woke up. I also realized that Drew was meeting my thrusts with some of his own.

I whispered in his ear: "Can I?"

"If you don't I'll be right pissed."

I decided I needed some lube, so I reached behind me and fumbled in the little drawer beside the bed, trying to remember if there was any left which, thankfully, there was.

Without moving my cock from Drew's ass, I leaned back and squirted some on my cock, then my hand. This made it easy to drive myself across his hole, while also able to slip some fingers into him. I love exploring men this way, feeling them from the inside: the softness, the intimacy of it all. I heard Drew moan and felt him push against my hand.

I grabbed my dick and made sure I was slippery, then aimed it and began to push with little thrusts of my own until I felt myself suddenly inside him. I leaned forward and kissed his neck, then bit it gently all the while pushing forward until our bodies met, the skin around my cock with the soft, strong flesh of his ass. I stopped and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me as close as I could. I wanted us to be the same person all of a sudden.

I whispered again in his ear. "I'm falling really, really hard for you. Love, I mean."

I felt Drew begin to laugh and in answer, his hips began to shift and soon I realized it was as if he was fucking me since he was doing the thrusting. But I soon joined him and our hips moved in tandem, my cock almost completely outside him, then sliding back in. I felt every centimetre of him as my cock tingled with the contact of his skin with mine, his secret inside with what felt like my glowing, rigid flesh. I don't think I had ever felt like this before. I was not usually the one to fuck, but this, this was beyond anything I could quite understand.

I felt Drew tangle his arms with mine on his chest and I bit his shoulder this time as if I was using him to stabilize myself, which I guess I was. Again and again our bodies -- now sweaty -- moved and my cock was driving deeper and faster. I felt an almost panicked feeling that if I didn't come soon, I would explode so I picked up the pace. I could hear Drew's breathing get more shallow.

I reached lower and grabbed his dick in my hand and started to pump it in time with my hips. Each time I bottomed out in him, my fist slid down his cock. Like some strange ballet, we managed to keep this going, despite me increasing the speed. I knew I couldn't last long. My body was overcome with it all and I shut my eyes and concentrated on the part of me that was connected to him.

Drew suddenly let out a cry, and as I jacked him, I felt cum pouring all over my hand, and onto the bed. I brought my hand to my mouth and hungrily sucked it all off which, not surprisingly, set me off and even though I didn't change the pace, I stopped breathing as wave after wave of explosions went through my body and I could feel equal waves of cum filling him.

When the fire subsided, I slowed down then stopped, still holding him, the taste of his saltiness in my mouth. We lay for while just breathing. I could feel sweat running down my cheek. I heard Drew's voice.

"If I didn't love you before, then I certainly do now."

I laughed, and kissed the back of his neck. He turned around, letting my cock slide from him, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me toward him so that our now soft cocks nestled together in all the stickiness.

We must have both fallen asleep almost immediately because the next time I opened my eyes, light was streaming through the windows. Drew was lying on his back, his arms thrown to the sides. I could tell he was hard again, since the sheet was poking upward, but I decided that anything else after the previous night would be irrelevant for now. What more could we do? Instead, I got up and found my robe and went to the kitchen to make us breakfast.

As I worked, I became aware that Drew had come in to the kitchen. He sat at the little table I have and watched me work. He was naked, which didn't surprise me, since no one -- at least the brothers -- seemed to have any self-consciousness about clothes or the lack thereof.

Finally, as I scrambled the eggs, I asked, "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine. Really, really fine."

"I'm glad." I filled the plates with a little fry-up (the only thing I'm any good at doing in the kitchen) and put a plate in front of him. He smiled and grabbed me around the legs, trapping me. He pulled open my robe and leaned in and kissed my cock. I wondered if he was going to go further, but he just did that and turned to his breakfast.

Just then, my phone rang. It was in the sitting room and I looked at Drew and raised my eyebrows.    Drew chuckled, and said "Oh go ahead. It might be a patient, or something."

I knew it couldn't be a patient, but I thought I better answer it anyway.

"Leigh! Good morning." It was Rupert and I thought about what we had got up to the previous day. "Hi Rupert. How are things?"

"Things are just fine. Sam and I are coming in today and we wondered if we could have lunch or something."

I looked into the kitchen and said, "You want to have lunch with your brothers?"

"Well, I suppose. Yes, why not."

I turned to my phone and said, "All right. We're in."

"Good. We'll see at one-ish."

We settled on a little pub near my house. This made me suspicious and I couldn't say why. Those two were always up to something. For instance, I wondered what became of the woman in Manchester. Did Sam get tired of her? Who knew?

I sat back down with Drew and finished breakfast, but not before saying, "They're up to something, don't you think?"

Drew shrugged and kept eating which did in no way satisfy my curiosity.