Evan slipped into his brother’s room. He knew where the money was, and went straight to the closet. He’d just take 20 bucks today, and replace it on Friday when he got paid down at the Frozen Dipper. Mitch would probably never know.
The sound of the kitchen door opening and slamming shut, followed by voices, chilled Evan to the bone. It was his brother, and one of his brother’s friends, that Chad dude. They’d come to Mitch’s room for sure, it’s where Mitch had his Wii console. Evan turned to run out the door, but could already hear them at the end of the hall. Desperate, he dived under the bed.
"… so she was all, ‘No, I want us to match, n it’s our senior prom’ n blah blah blah," his brother was saying. "So now I gotta wear a fucking pink vest with my tux."
Chad laughed. “Awww, you’ll be purty, dude!”
"Haha, fuck off, dude."
The two boys laughed. Evan watched their feet, felt Chad toss himself on the mattress above him. “Your bro home?” he asked Mitch. Mitch’s feet turned towards the door.
Silent, Evan could sense something in their voices. They were planning something. What? Drinking? Weed? Did his brother smoke DOPE?
His brother walked closer to the door. “Ev? Shithead?”
Chad laughed. Evan grimaced. Asshole.
"Nah, dude, I think he’s gone." Mitch walked back to the bed, his feet standing at its side—oddly placed, it seemed to Evan, between Chad’s own feet, dangling off the edge. "You wanna?"
Wanna what?? Evan held his breath.
He couldn’t tell what they did next—at least, not for the next moment. It was so silent. But Mitch seemed to be leaning in somewhere, the edge of the bed pressed down, as if his knees were now resting on it, and there was a strange noise, a wet sort of crackle—
Evan’s eyes widened.
The mattress eased up, followed by a rustling sound, and then he saw his brother’s t-shirt fall to the ground, followed by another. Evan’s eyes bugged out.
"If my bro isn’t here, it probably means he’s at the weight room with his dweeb buddies," Mitch said.
"Cool. So we got—"
"Probably an hour, dude.
More silence. Something happening that Evan couldn’t decipher, and then his brother’s feet lifted from the ground, first one, then the other, as he climbed on the bed. Chad pulled his feet up. More rustling, followed by the clunk of four shoes.
More wet crackling. Evan couldn’t believe his ears. His brother—Chad—they both had girlfriends! They were two of the most popular jocks in school! He’s my brother! Evan thought of their parents. And then Evan thought: How am I gonna get outta here? And what—fuck. What all are they gonna do?
The clang of belt buckles followed by the appearance of khaki shorts and a pair of jeans half-answered his question. Oh god.
"Aw, dude….I like your cock," Chad breathed.
And then more wet crackling, but it wasn’t kissing, and Mitch was quietly crooning and moaning.
"Yeah, bud," Mitch whispered. "Love that."
Evan had seen his brother’s cock. He couldn’t imagine another dude loving it, but now he pictured it, in his mind’s eye, slipping in and out of Chad’s mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut. Nooooo!
"Dude, dude!" his brother rasped. "Slow down, I’m gonna cum!"
The mattress dipped in a new place. “Sorry,” Chad said, pulling up. “I forgot you didn’t last long.”
Mitch snorted. “You fucker.”
Chad laughed, and the bed shook, the sound of rustling. A pair of boxers—not his brother’s—hit the floor.
"Mmmm," it was his brother, sounding—what? Lusty? Something new. "Love that ass, bud."
"Love that cock, bud," Chad murmured happily.
The bed began to creak and roll as something—not fucking—making out?—happened above Evan. Wet crackling, giggles, mmm’s and moans—yes. They were making out.
Suddenly, his brother:
"Wanna fuck on the floor?"
It sounded so easy between them—they’d done this before. The bed shuddered again as the two young lovers climbed out, socks still on Chad’s feet, Mitch’s feet bare. “Where?” Chad asked.
"I don’t care." Mitch’s boxers dropped to his ankles; his feet shucked them off.
And then Evan could see them, could see Chad, slightly hairier than his brother, lying down on the floor, his ass up, his hairy, darker legs stretched out on the pile of clothing they’d created. And then … then … his brother’s bare body, his brother’s bare ass, nestling up close behind Chad’s.
Evan wanted to shut his eyes, but couldn’t.
Breath bated, he watched that bare ass, a bare ass he’d seen a hundred times, but never this way, start to piston and dimple and thrust in and out of a dude whom he’d also seen a hundred times, but never like this. He watched it for a full 10 minutes, heard the moans, the slapping noises, the funny, juicy suctions, and the final oh-oh-oh’s! of their orgasms. He laid there and watched it all, silent and scared shitless, and he stayed there until the two dudes stood and dressed and walked out the door. For another 20 minutes he stayed there until he was sure they were gone—yes, gone to get something to eat—and then slipped out and hid in his room.
Even when he shut his eyes, he could still see his brother’s ass, his brother’s body, making love to another guy.