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Cameron's Wild Night
by Suzie Wilcox (address withheld)
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Cameron had always looked up to his older brother, and
he would have even more reason to after a trip to a
secluded beach-front holiday spot with a couple of
girls. (mf-teens, youths, 1st)
***
Cameron had always considered his older brother,
Brodie, his hero. Even before the car accident which
had claimed their father's life and left Brodie walking
with a cane, he had always had a confidence that the
younger sibling lacked. Afterwards, everyone commented
on how brave Brodie was, how fast his recovery had been
and how quickly he had returned to life after watching
his father die whilst trapped in the wreckage of the
broken car, waiting for help to arrive.
When he heard teachers and other people's parents
comment on how remarkable Brodie's recovery had been,
and how well adjusted he was after the accident, he was
never surprised. Cameron always knew his brother was a
strong person, even if he had an odd way of showing it,
but he also knew that his brother had been affected by
the accident.
He'd asked his brother once about how his life had
changed since the accident two years ago, and Brodie
had replied, after a silence unusual to him, with his
standard confidence.
'It sucks,' Brodie had commented, nodding to his
damaged left knee. 'I can't do a girl doggie-style any
more!'
He'd grinned slyly to his brother after that, and
Cameron had returned the gesture, but, in truth, he
knew that his brother would have no problem with girls
– he never did. Cameron, on the other hand, always felt
awkward, despite his good looks. They were heading to
the beach-front property that their parents had owned
since before the accident killed their father two years
ago. Their mother would be meeting them once she
finished some work, but the two teenagers were on
holidays – Brodie from university and Cameron from
school – and were determined to make the most of it.
They were driving up a couple of weeks ahead of their
mother, and, en route Brodie promised his brother that
this would surely be his time.
'I hope so,' Cameron said. 'I want to have sex before I
turn 18...'
When they arrived at the house, Brodie suggested they
check out one of the clubs in town. Cameron wasn't
sure. He was only 17, and was sure that he could get in
trouble if he was found in a club underage. But Brodie
reassured him that in small towns like this, they don't
check ID.
'Besides,' Brodie said. 'The worst they will do is
throw you out.'
Brodie had been right. They'd been allowed into the
club without any question, and Brodie bought his
brother a drink. It wasn't long before the boys'
unfamiliar faces had caught the attention of a number
of girls in the small town. A pair of girls had already
started talking to Cameron, who responded awkwardly,
and Brodie offered him some assistance, and a few more
drinks.
Hours later, Cameron had been dancing close to the one
girl for some time, grinding against the blonde on the
other side of the room to where Brodie was sitting.
Brodie had also met someone, a tall, leggy brunette
named Cleo who was presently draped across his lap
whispering in his ear. Brodie noticed his brother and
his new friend staggering across the room towards them.
'Hey, Bro,' Cameron shouted over the music, and
introduced the girl. 'This is Stephanie.'
Brodie didn't stand up, but offered his hand gingerly
to shake Stephanie's.
'We're going to head home,' Cameron said.
Brodie looked at the girl in his lap. 'Are you ready to
go?' She shrugged. 'Yeah,' Brodie said. 'We are too.'
Together, the four fell out of the club, and Brodie
awkwardly hailed a cab. In the back seat, Cameron sat
between the two girls, who had now gotten through
introductions. Brodie focused beyond his mild
intoxication on directing the driver home in the most
efficient fashion.
'Is it far?' Stephanie whispered into Cameron's ear.
'No,' he responded, glancing out the window. 'We're
almost there.'
'Good,' the girl said. Cameron gasped a little when the
girl rested her hand on his crotch and started to
massage him through his jeans. All of a sudden he too
started wishing the taxi would hurry up and arrive at
the beach house. By the time they pulled up at the
house, the Stephanie's painted nails were moving firmly
over the hardening bulge in Cameron's jeans, while she
glanced nonchalantly out the car window. Brodie paid
the driver, and they led the girls upstairs. Leaning
his walking stick against the wall, he fumbled with his
keys, and finally got the door open. Cameron and
Stephanie were already making out frantically, at her
initiation.
Inside, Brodie flipped on a light, and Cleo
instinctively found her way to the boys' shared
bedroom, and sat on the edge of one of the two double
beds in the room. Entwined in one another, Cameron and
Stephanie stumbled into the bedroom and fell onto the
other bed. Brodie followed, and rested his cane on the
floor beside the bed. Immediately, Cleo started
unbuttoning his shirt.
Brodie leaned upwards and pressed his mouth against
hers. When Cleo finally broke away from the kiss, she
let her lips move down Brodie's body. He was by no
means muscular, but his weekly physical therapy
sessions ensured that his body was lean and toned. When
her lips reached Brodie's beltline, Cleo fumbled a
moment with the buckle, and Brodie seized the
opportunity to push her light top off over her head.
She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, but he already
knew that from caressing her in the club. He leaned
back while she dragged off his pants, glancing at the
bed opposite.
Illuminated in the light that he'd left on in the other
room, Brodie could see that Stephanie and Cameron had
moved more quickly than he and Cleo. They were already
almost completely undressed, save for a few pieces of
underwear. Stephanie was still wearing the tiniest g-
string Cameron had ever seen. He'd already removed her
bra and tossed it aside, impressed with his ability,
even in his drunken state, to unclip the hooks easily
without assistance. His friends had told tales of
struggling with difficult bra fastenings, and he'd
laughed along with them, trying to give the impression
that he was just as seasoned as they were.
Stephanie's eyes closed as what had been gentle licking
on her nipple progressed to more forceful sucking, and
her hands moved from Cameron's back to his erection,
trapped beneath his boxer-briefs. He shuddered when her
nails passed over the head, and her eyes suddenly
opened. She released him and pushed him, quite firmly,
onto his back. She removed his underwear and tossed it
aside, finally releasing his suppressed erection to the
open air. Cameron wasn't sure, but he thought he caught
a hint of a slight smile at the side of Stephanie's
mouth before she brought her fist down around him.
Using one hand to balance on his chest, she leant over
Cameron, pumping him evenly, but quite firmly.
Cameron tried to hold on, felt that he should make this
last as long as he could, but he was certain he could
come at any moment. Drops of moisture had already
escaped the tip of his cock which Stephanie had smeared
all the way down his shaft, and back up again. After
only a few more strokes, he could hold back no longer.
Every muscle in his body tensed, and he released
powerfully, Stephanie seeming to relish in the moment.
Cameron lay back, breathing deeply as Stephanie smeared
the white liquid around in her fingers.
Cameron glanced briefly at the other bed, and saw that
Brodie and Cleo were now well under way. In the
darkness of the other side of the room, he could only
make out rough shapes – that Cleo was on top, and that
they were moving in a fluid motion. He was surprised at
how seemingly comfortably his brother was able to have
sex with another couple in the same room. Then again,
he'd just received his first hand job, and hadn't had a
problem.
He supposed it was the alcohol that made him more
relaxed about a situation he would usually be more
nervous about. He looked back up at Cleo, who was now
hovering over him expectantly, and rose to nibble her
neck. Cameron let his hands run down the girl's body,
taking a detour to explore her perfectly round tits,
before continuing downwards. When he reached her panty-
line, her lip seemed to quiver, but it could have been
his eyes playing tricks. He moved his hands down to her
thighs, and she separated her legs for him. He moved
his hands back upwards, and he felt moisture through
the fine fabric of the underwear. Cameron became aware
that he was stiffening at the thought of what lay
beneath, and what was in store for him.
Impatient, he hooked his thumbs under the sides, and
noted that Stephanie closed her eyes. As he started to
ease the g-string downwards, she brought her legs back
together to make the task easier. In the dim light he
took in her perfectly shaved mound – the first he'd
ever seen in person – and he paused a moment, but not
too long. Uncertain of what came next, Cameron brought
a finger in, circling her lips. She made a small sound,
and he looked briefly at her face, her eyes still
closed, and she opened her legs a little, inviting him
to explore further. He continued the circling motion,
letting his finger find its way further inside, feeling
Stephanie become wetter as he moved on.
'Cam,' she whispered, her eyes still closed.
He wasn't certain, but he chose to take it as an
invitation. Cameron swallowed, and prepared himself for
the next step. Taking himself in hand, he guided
himself slowly inside of her. As he did so, Stephanie
opened her eyes wide. He stopped, worried he'd acted
too soon. Cameron looked into Stephanie's eyes, and she
put her arms around him, her hands on his back. She
didn't seem to be breathing. He eased himself further
in, feeling her warm around his shaft. When he was all
the way in, she finally let out her breath, and he felt
her relax around him. It was like nothing he'd ever
felt, but then, she pushed him out a little, before
pulling him firmly in towards her.
Before long, they'd found a distinct rhythm. Cameron
was still on top, and almost forgetting his
surroundings, but when he heard a moan from the other
bed, he remembered his brother's comment. It had just
been a throw away line, maybe even a joke, but Cameron
wanted to try something. Without speaking, he
repositioned himself – and Stephanie – so that he could
enter her from behind, and she made no complaints. He
realised then why Brodie might be bitter about his knee
injury. He'd thought nothing could have felt better
than when he'd been having sex with Stephanie before,
but, kneeling on the bed, with her on all fours in
front of him, and feeling her tense around him at the
height of her orgasm just moments before he too came,
he saw his brother's loss.
Cleo seemed to be enjoying the view from the front
porch in the morning when Cameron woke up. He left
Stephanie and Brodie sleeping and headed for the
shower. He was sure he'd had a lot to drink last night,
but, remarkably, didn't feel hung over. He smiled to
himself, as the warm water ran over his body. Brodie
had been right. All he'd done was act like himself and
gotten what he wanted. He wondered what would happen
now. He wasn't used to this kind of things. Should he
offer Stephanie something? Breakfast? Maybe she'd just
want to go home? Cameron turned off the water dried
himself with a white, hotel style towel, and put on
jeans and a t-shirt. He stopped a minute in the
bathroom doorway. He was surprised at what he saw when
he went back out into the bedroom.
Brodie was sitting on the bed with his back to the
bedroom door. Cameron wasn't sure if he was aware of
his presence or not, since Brodie was preoccupied.
Stephanie's head was between his legs, bobbing up and
down enthusiastically, being guided by Brodie's hands.
Cameron wasn't sure how to react, so he headed quickly
out of the room, without acknowledging the scene. He
thought he heard Brodie say something to him on his way
out, but he wasn't sure.
'Can I get you something?' Cameron asked Cleo, when she
looked up at him upon hearing the porch door open.
'Oh, hi,' she said. 'Um, no, thanks. I made coffee. I
hope that's ok.'
Cameron nodded.
'It's a fantastic view,' Cleo commented, after a pause.
'You guys are lucky to live here.'
Cameron nodded again. He wasn't certain what Brodie had
told her.
'I've called a taxi,' she said. 'It will be here soon.
I had a good night.'
After Cleo had left, Cameron stayed on the porch,
watching the waves roll in, and the occasional early
morning jogger or dog walker go by. A while later
another taxi pulled up next to the house and honked
it's horn. Cameron looked up when he heard the door
open, and Stephanie ran out.
'Oh, Cameron!' she said, seeming surprised to see him
there. 'I called myself a cab. I need to be at work by
midday. But, it was nice to meet you, and... yeah...'
'Yeah...' Cameron replied. 'You too.'
Stephanie kissed him on the cheek, and looked at him
briefly, before running into the taxi. Still, Cameron
stayed on the porch, watching the ocean. The door
opened a while later, and Brodie hobbled out, his hair
wet from the shower. He supported himself on the door
frame.
'So...' Brodie started, looking at the ocean. Cameron
still hadn't turned to him. 'Nice girls, huh.'
Cameron nodded, still not looking at his brother.
'Do you want something for breakfast? Coffee or
something?'
Cameron shook his head. Brodie started to push himself
off the door frame.
'Brodie?'
Brodie stopped, and waited for more from his brother.
'You were right.'
Brodie looked quizzically at the back of his brother's
head, waiting for further information. Finally, Cameron
turned to him.
'You were right to miss doggie style.'
Brodie laughed and slapped his brother on the back,
then went inside to make them both breakfast.
END
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