(Starring Nick Carter, Brian Littrell and Kevin Richardson)
"Play?? What the hell are you guys doing?" Kevin glared in from the open doorway, wearing a white tank-top tucked into a pair of faded jeans.
"We're playing. Your cousin is 'one hot number.'" Nick leaned back on the bed, reaching over to lightly squeeze Brian's right pec. Brian, for his part, found himself staring lustfully at Kevin's exposed arms and developed chest pushing through his tank top.
"Brian, why are you looking at me like that? You're my cousin for God's sake! You guys are . . . SICK! How could you both keep this a secret?! What's the matter with . ." Kevin stopped midsentence at a thought from Nick. Confusion raced through his eyes as he realized he'd stopped talking involuntarily.
Nick sighed, gave Brian's chest a pat, and got up from the bed. "Now now, Kevin, is that any way to talk to your cousin? Feel shame. To talk that way to your own blood . . . you must feel crushed and humiliated. In fact, I'm sure you can't imagine feeling more sorrowful with yourself."
His face contorting in obviously severe internal pain, Kevin grabbed his chest and doubled over, sobbing uncontrollably. Bringing his other hand up to hide his face, the room was suddenly filled with dozens of muffled, pathetic apologies. When Nick felt his old buddy had had enough, he released his control and Kevin fell to his knees in exhaustion. The blonde walked behind his masculine friend and started rubbing his broad shoulders. As Kevin tensed, Nick leaned in close and breathed into his ear, "Relax, sexy . . just kneel there and relax and let me touch you." Nick's hands wound their way down Kevin's torso, cupping his pecs and rubbing hard. The heat of his friend's body in addition to the feel of his hard muscles threatened to drive Nick absolutely mad in pleasure. Kevin's eyes steeled over in rage as he felt himself being felt up, but Nick's commands prevented him from doing anything but speak.
"Nick, what's going on? Why . . . how are you doing this?"
"Because you're beautiful." Nick reached down and rubbed at Kevin's nipples through his tank-top. "As for how, well, don't you worry about that. Instead, you should be concentrating on the fact that you are gay now."
Even under Nick's relaxation command, Kevin's body tensed up. "No, Nick, you know I'm not gay."
"Oh, come now, Kevin. I can hear your longing for another male body pressed up against you. I can feel it in your chest." Nick's tongue snaked out to run along the length of Kevin's ear. "In fact, your cousin has always turned you on the most, hasn't he? Look at him, lying there in his boxers . . . staring at you in lust. Think of the love you two could have together; he's so beautiful, kind . . don't you want him to be yours?"
"No . . ." Kevin's eyes softened and his lower lip quivered as he failed to stop himself from checking out his cousin's body. He felt his crotch respond as he examined Brian's bare, tight chest. As he looked up at Brian's lustful stare, he imagined, and enjoyed imagining, what it would be like to kiss that face which, by the moment, was looking more and more beautiful. "You can't do this."
"But I can, Muscles. I can. You're just a whore. A gay whore. You can't resist the sexual advances of another guy, including and especially your cousin." Nick glanced up at the bed with a grin. "Brian, why don't you try to seduce your dear cousin, here?"
Brian sat up with a start and beamed happily at Nick. "Can I really?"
"Sure thing."
Kevin whimpered as Brian got off the bed and kneeled in front of him. "Nick, you bastard . . . Brian, you can't do this . . . He's doing something to you . . to us. Get away from me; you know you can't do this. I'm your cousin!"
"Shh. I know you're my cousin, and I love you very much. You know I would never hurt you. And believe me, this won't hurt a bit." Brian inched close to Kevin and grabbed his right hand. Nick, meanwhile, moved around and started feeling up Brian's torso from behind. Kevin watched Brian take his hand and put it on his bare chest, and didn't notice Nick smiling evilly from behind Brian's shoulder. Nick and Brian both watched the muscular singer's crotch swell as his hand was moved around Brian's bare torso. "C'mon, Kevin, you know you want me. You can have me. Just take me." Kevin became lost in the feel of Brian's chest; he was used to the feel of a woman's breasts, but that couldn't compare to what he was feeling as hand was moved around Brian's muscular chest.
"No, I can't!" Kevin jerked his hand free, but Brian moved in again and held Kevin at the waist. When Kevin again found himself too confused to resist, Brian leaned in close, inches from his cousin's face, and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Kevin whimpered in both longing and shame as he at first returned the kiss and then pulled back. But Brian had a firm grip and pulled Kevin up against his body, this time forcing a stronger kiss onto Kevin's lips. His resolve overcome, Kevin kissed back, while Brian untucked his tank- top from his jeans. Brian leaned back briefly, grinning mischievously at Kevin while he lifted the tank-top from his cousin's tight torso. As the fabric rose off his body, Kevin lifted his arms, only to grab his cousin's waist when the shirt was finally off. Brian cackled in glee as he was pulled close, throwing his arms around Kevin's neck and re-entering their kiss. Kevin was lost in passion now as he ran his hands around Brian's sides and back.
Nick had soon let go of Brian to watch in awe as the two cousins performed their fiery makeout session. He couldn't resist giving his crotch a few squeezes as he watched the two hard bodies pressing up against each other in passion. In the back of his mind, he knew this wasn't right . . . He was forcing his best friend and his best friend's cousin onto each other, sexually. The guilt hit him so hard and so fast that he reflexively dropped control of the two male bodies in front of him. Brian and Kevin's eyes went wide as they realized they had control again, and they pushed away from each other in horror and shame. Kevin jumped up in rage and charged towards Nick. "GODDAMNIT! WHAT THE FU..." Before he could finish the sentence, the door flung open and a large blonde man walked in, a young man in a white tank-top on each arm. Kevin froze as he stared at the man and then at the boys at his sides. He recognized them . . . Nick recognized them too, and his eyes widened in shock as he also recognized the man from his dreams.
"Aha, my Queenie. Had an attack of morality, have you? Well, it looks as if I'm just in time." The stranger turned to the boys on his arms, gazing affectionately at their faces, which looked blankly but obediently back. "JC? Justin? Shall we teach these Backstreet Whores a few lessons?" As Brian, Kevin, and Nick found themselves kneeling uncontrollably before the three new guests, they knew this wasn't going to be a lesson they would soon forget.
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