Lust in the Woods

Lust in the Woods

By: Spectrotica247

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Summary:

Daniel traveled back home from college to visit his younger brother Mateo to go out camping in the woods with him just so they can spend some brotherly time, little did they know that they'll later be met with their incestuous horny urges.

Main Characters:

Daniel Cruz: 18 years old, Hispanic/Italian cis man, thick black curly hair, dark-brown eyes, has sharp cheekbones and a built muscular body thanks to years of farm work and his love for college sports. Cock size: 6.5 inches and circumcised.

Mateo Cruz: 15 years old, Hispanic/Italian cis boy, short auburn buzzed hair, brown eyes darker than big brother's, had a lean yet athletic body while his features were a blend of his mother's softness and his father's sharpness. Cock size: 5 inches and circumcised.

CONTENT WARNING!

This story is 18+ and may involve themes of incestuous sexual activities between two brothers, one a minor and the other a grown adult. If this story offends you, or if you live in an area where it is outlawed, or if you're under the legal age, then please do not read and click yourself out of this site, just to save yourself from a life of sin. This is supposed to be 100% fictional, any similarity to individuals, living or dead, is entirely accidental.

Thank you! :)

Chapter One - "Bros on a Trip"

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the rolling hills of New Mexico, 18-year-old Daniel Cruz steered his old pickup truck down the dusty road that led to the only home he had ever known. The journey from college had been a long one, but the anticipation of seeing his family again filled him with a sense of joy that only grew as the familiar outline of the adobe house emerged in the distance. Daniel had left the bustling streets and endless lecture halls behind for the quiet comfort of his rural community, where the air smelled of piñon woodsmoke and the nights were filled with the sound of coyotes howling.

Pulling into the driveway, he knew he would immediately be enveloped by the welcoming arms of his mother, Vivian, a fair-skinned woman with auburn hair and a smile that never seemed to fade. She had always been the heart of the household, her Italian heritage a gentle reminder of the diverse tapestry that made up their family.

Stepping out of the truck, Daniel's tall, lean frame was silhouetted against the fading light, his skin a warm blend of olive from his Italian heritage and a hint of golden tan from the New Mexico sun. His hair was a thick, unruly mass of black curls that danced in the soft evening breeze as he approached the house. His eyes, a deep brown inherited from his Hispanic father, sparkled with excitement as he thought about the adventures that awaited him with Mateo, his 15-year-old brother who was eagerly waiting for him. The two of them had always shared a bond that transcended their three-year age gap, and Daniel felt it only right to give Mateo the same kind of camping trip that had shaped their childhood memories.

... But little did Daniel know, however, that this trip would soon lead them down a path that would irreviseibly alter the course of their relationship, unearthing desires they never knew existed.

Upon opening the door, Daniel was met with the aroma of his mother's famous enchiladas, a dish that perfectly blended the culinary traditions of his father Antonio's Mexican roots with Vivian's own Italian flair. The warmth of the kitchen beckoned him, where the patriarch of the family was busy at the stove, adding a sprinkle of cheese and a dash of spice to the bubbling casserole.

Daniel went to the kitchen where he knew both his parents are. Antonio looked up and grinned, his dark chocolate brown eyes, matching his eldest son's, crinkling at the corners as he wiped his hands on his apron and embraced him. "Ha ha, there's my first born," he beamed as Daniel dropped his duffel bag by the door. "About time you made it."

"Hey Dad," Daniel said, returning the embrace with a hearty laugh. He hadn't seen his family in a couple of months, not since he left for college. "It smells amazing here."

Antonio released him with a proud pat on the back. "Your mother outdid herself again," he said, his Spanish accent thick with affection. "We've missed you, mijo."

Vivian bustled over, her oven mitts still on, and gave him a tight squeeze. "Welcome home, Danny," she said, her ivy green eyes misty. "How was the drive?"

"Long," The 18-year-old admitted, "but worth it."

"Looks like you've grown an inch," The red-haired matriarch chuckled as she examined Daniel from head to toe. "How's the city treating you?"

"It's alright," Daniel shrugged. "Missing the quiet though. That's why I wanted to take my little bro Mateo camping this weekend." He glanced at his left towards the stairs, expecting his 15-year-old younger brother to barrel down any second.

Vivian removes her cooking mittens. "Mateo's been counting down the days. He's so excited to show you his new camping gear."

"Yeah, I picked up a few things too," Daniel reply, his eyes lighting up. "Thought it'd be nice to get myself out of the dorm and him out of his bedroom for a bit."

Antonio chuckled, wiping his hands on the towel slung over his shoulder. "I'll bet he's got enough gear to stock an outdoor store," he said, turning to the stairs and calling up in Spanish, "Mateo! Ven acá! Tu hermano Daniel ya està aqui!"

Immediately, the sound of pounding feet was followed by a tornado of teenage energy as Mateo Cruz himself burst into the room, his dark-brown eyes wide and his cheeks flushed. He'd shot up in height since Daniel had last seen him.

Mateo's auburn hair was now a buzzcut, a style that suited the newfound maturity in his features. His skin bore the tan glow of his Hispanic heritage, and his eyes, a vivid mix of his parent's features, sparkled with excitement as they met Daniel's. The once-lanky frame had transformed into a more defined, athletic physique, hinting at the hours he spent outside playing soccer and helping around the farm.

His cheeks were flushed from the exertion, and as he drew closer, Daniel could see the beginnings of a manly stubble peeking out from his chin. Despite the changes, the resemblance between the two brothers was unmistakable, the same fiery passion burning within them, a testament to the strong genetic bond they shared.

"Hey hey, wassup big bro!" Mateo exclaimed, his voice now deeper and more resonant, as he threw himself into Daniel's arms, almost knocking him back with the force of his enthusiasm. "You're finally here!"

Daniel chuckled, hugging Mateo tightly. "Hey, buddy," he said, ruffling his brother's hair. "Look at you, all grown up,"

Mateo rolled his eyes, grinning. "I've got some serious skills now, bro. You'll see." he said, his English peppered with a hint of Spanish they had grown up speaking at home.

Daniel couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his little brother, who had transformed from a scrawny kid into a confident teenager. "Hehe, sure can't wait. Anyways, are you ready for our camping trip?" The older Cruz brother asked.

The auburn boy nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining. "You bet. I've got everything packed, not to mention I've been practicing my s'mores skills."

Their mother rolled her eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You'll be living off junk food all weekend," she said, but the affection in her voice was unmistakable. "Anyways, you two boys better start washing your hands. Dinner will be ready soon. You must be hungry after a long drive here, Danny."

The brothers shared a knowing smile. "Yeah, we're starving," Daniel said, leading Mateo to the sink. They washed their hands in unison, the warm water a comforting ritual that reminded Daniel of the countless meals they had shared growing up.

As they sat around the dinner table, Antonio cleared his throat. "Now, remember, boys, the woods can be dangerous. Keep an eye out for each other."

Vivian added, "And don't forget to take plenty of water and sunscreen."

Her youngest son nodded, his enthusiasm bubbling over. "Don't worry, Mom, we've got everything under control. We'll call you if anything happens. Right, Daniel?"

Daniel nodded with his mouthful. He knew that Mateo looked up to him, and he didn't want to disappoint. He also knew that this trip was about more than just camping; it was about reconnecting and teaching Mateo the ways of the world, the same way Antonio had taught him.

The following morning, the Cruz brothers loaded their gear into the truck. Daniel took a moment to survey their supplies: the tent, the fishing rods, the camping stove, and the packs filled with food and clothes. They were ready for anything the wilderness could throw at them.

Mateo, with a brown cap now perched his head, was already in the passenger seat, practically bouncing with excitement. "Let's go, let's go!"

"Hold your horses, little bro," Daniel said with a chuckle. "We've got a whole weekend ahead of us."

The younger Cruz's excitement was infectious, Daniel will admit, and he couldn't help but feel it too. This was more than just a camping trip; it was a chance to escape from the pressures of college life and reconnect with his roots, with the simplicity of the outdoors that had shaped him into the person he was today.

With a nod to their parents, who watched from the porch with a mix of pride and concern, the two brothers set off into the unknown, the engine of the truck rumbling down the dusty road that led to the forest.

The trip was filled with laughter and stories from Daniel's college life, and Mateo listened with rapt attention and wonder at the crazy tales of parties and pranks. They drove their way to the lush wilderness field area that was a favorite camping spot of theirs since they were kids. The truck bumped along the narrow dirt track that wound through the towering pines, the scent of the forest thick and alive around them. The anticipation grew as they neared the spot, the tall grass and wildflowers dancing in the gentle breeze, creating a vibrant tapestry of color across the meadow.

When they finally pulled up to the clearing, Mateo jumped out before the engine had even died down, his eyes alight with excitement. "This is it, Daniel," he said, gesturing to the spot where they had set up camp so many times before. "It hasn't changed a bit."

He isn't wrong though. The area was exactly as Daniel remembered, the large oak tree at the center of the clearing casting dappled shade across the soft, welcoming earth. The distant murmur of a nearby stream provided a soothing backdrop to the symphony of crickets and birds that filled the air. It was a place untouched by the chaos of the world, a sanctuary of nature where they had always felt free to be themselves.

"Yep," The curly-haired young man nodded, hopping out of the truck. "Home sweet home for the next few days."

The two of them worked together to unpack the truck, setting up the tent with a practiced ease that came from years of experience. As they hammered in the stakes and stretched out the fabric, Daniel couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. It had been too long since he'd last been out here, too long since he'd felt the ground beneath his feet and the wind in his hair without the constant hum of the city to distract him.

Mateo, on the other hand, was a ball of energy, darting back and forth from the truck to the tent, eager to show off his new camping gear. Daniel watched him with a mix of affection and amusement, his heart swelling with love for his younger sibling. Despite the occasional squabbles and the inevitable sibling rivalry, there was a bond between them that was unshakeable, a bond that was about to be tested in ways they never could have anticipated.

The brothers spent the afternoon gathering firewood, their laughter echoing through the serene woods as they playfully competed to see who could find the best pieces. As the sun began to set, they returned to the campsite, their arms laden with kindling and branches.

Once the tent was set up, and the firewood neatly stacked, Daniel wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling the stickiness of his sweat. "You know what, bro?" He said to Mateo, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're out here in the middle of nowhere. No one's gonna see us. What do you say we go shirtless for a bit?"

The redhead grinned at the suggestion, his teeth flashing white in his tanned face. "You bet, bro," he said, his hands deftly unbuttoning his dark red flannel shirt. He shrugged it off his broad shoulders, revealing the taut muscles that had developed from years of farm work and playing sports. The two chain necklaces around his neck glinted in the fading sunlight, each with a small, significant charm that danced against his collarbones as he moved. His smooth chest was a testament to his burgeoning manhood, with just enough definition to make Daniel swallow hard, a strange warmth unfurling in his stomach as he took in the sight of his brother's bare torso.

The younger boy's tan skin was bathed by the sun, and beads of sweat clung to the fine hairs that trailed from his belly button downward. He tossed the shirt into the tent before turning back to Daniel, a mischievous spark in his eye. "Your turn," he said.

The sudden display of Mateo's body left Daniel momentarily speechless. He had never seen his brother so... grown up. The way the light played over the contours of his chest and abs was mesmerizing, and a peculiar feeling washed over him that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was more than just brotherly pride; it was a confusing mixture of attraction and desire that made his heart race.

Shaking his head to clear the unexpected thoughts, Daniel forced a grin and began to unbutton his own shirt. He hadn't realized how much he had missed this kind of simple, uninhibited camaraderie with Mateo. As he shrugged off the fabric, the late summer air caressed his bare skin, and he felt a sense of liberation that seemed to mirror the freedom of their youth. The muscles he had honed from his college gym sessions flexed and danced in the fading light, and the gold chain around his neck, with its simple circle pendant, glinted as it swayed with his movements. The sight of his own half-nude form didn't bother him; they had always been comfortable around each other, even in their most vulnerable moments.

The younger brother's eyes lingered on Daniel's chest a beat too long, and a blush crept up the 15-year-old's neck, hinting at his own burgeoning desires. Mateo couldn't help but steal a few glances at the 18-year-old's physique, the years of growth and change making his brother's body something new and intriguing to him. "Damn, Daniel," he said, trying to keep his voice light, "you've been hitting the gym hard, huh?"

Daniel laughed, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness at Mateo's observation. "Just trying to keep up with the college crowd," he said, trying to keep the conversation casual. They then begin to finish setting up camp afterward, and the next thing they know, they settle down to cook dinner.

Daniel cracked open a beer, the cool liquid a welcome reprieve from the day's heat, his eyes glinting with mischief as he offered one to Mateo. The 15-year-old looked at it longingly but knew better, instead opting for a soda. They roasted hot dogs over the open flame, the smoky scent mingling with the sweet aroma of roasting marshmallows.

As the embers of their campfire crackled and the stars began to wink into existence above them, the brothers, still shirtless, settled into a companionable silence, their exposed bellies full of hot dogs and roasted marshmallows. The warmth of the fire was a comforting barrier against the cool evening air that whispered through the trees. Daniel leaned back on his elbows, watching the flames dance, when Mateo spoke up, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Hey, Daniel, do you still remember Lauren? She's a year behind me at school, but man, she's really grown into something special."

The mention of the name brought a sudden rush of memories for Daniel. He had met Lauren a few times during his visits home and had noticed her transformation from a gangly teen into a beautiful young woman with a figure that had definitely caught his attention. He nodded, his eyes lingering on the fire. "Yeah, I remember her," he said slowly, trying to keep his voice even. "Why do you ask?"

Mateo leaned in closer to the fire, a sly smile playing on his lips as he began to regale Daniel with a tale that made his cheeks burn. "Dude, you should've seen it," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We went out to the old swimming hole last summer, and she was wearing this tiny bikini that showed off her... well, let's just say she's not so flat anymore." He paused dramatically, taking a sip of his soda. "So, we're out there, and she starts complaining about her suit riding up her ass. I offered to help her fix it, and one thing led to another."

His eyes sparkled with the thrill of his own audacity. "Before I knew it, we were in the water, our clothes floating away, and she was all over me. It was wild, man, like nothing I've ever experienced."

"W-WHAT?!" Daniel exclaimed, his jaw dropping. "You're 15 and you've already..." he trailed off, unable to find the words. "Damn, he really is growing up so fast, isn't he?"

He had to admit, he was a bit jealous. He hadn't been that lucky with girls back in high school. Sure, there were a few make-out sessions and some heavy petting, but nothing like what Mateo was describing. "I can't believe you," he said, shaking his head in amazement. "I was still trying to get my first kiss at your age, and you're already swimming in titties."

Mateo snickered, his cheeks reddening at his curly-haired brother's crude language. "Yeah man, it was pretty intense. But you're in college now, right? I bet you've had your fair share of experiences with all those college chicks."

"Oh, you have no idea," Daniel said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He didn't go into details, not wanting to make his little brother feel left out, but the thought of the wild parties and the beautiful, willing women was enough to make his heart race. "College is a whole different world, bro."

The conversation shifted to their futures, with Daniel sharing his aspirations and Mateo talking about his upcoming high school years. Daniel's hand casually rested on his abs, the fire's glow playing on the light dusting of hair that had appeared since his last shave. As the night grew darker, so did the stories, and Daniel's beer-infused chuckles grew louder. He began to share more explicit tales from college, the kind that made even Mateo's cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and fascination. Stories of steamy hookups, of exploration and unbridled passion, painted a picture of a life far beyond the confines of their quiet town.

As the night grew cooler and the fire's warmth became more pronounced, Daniel leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know what, Mateo? I've got a crazy story for you too," he began, his pools of dark-brown gleaming with the excitement of sharing a juicy secret. "The other day in college, I had this roommate, he was cool, but he was into guys, you know?" He took a sip of his beer before continuing. "One day, I walked into the bathroom and he had left the door wide open. He had no idea I was there, and he was just going at it, jerking off like it was the last thing he'd ever do."

The younger teen's eyes widened, his curiosity piqued. "And?" He prompted, leaning in.

"And get this," Daniel said, his voice hushed, "his dick was like nothing I've ever seen before. It was huge, man. HUGE! And he was working it like it was a jackhammer."

The younger brother's eyes grew even wider, and he swallowed hard, trying not to let his imagination run wild. "How huge?" He asked, his voice a squeak.

"Oh, it was like... " Daniel paused, searching for the right words, his eyes flickering to Mateo's crotch and back to the fire before continuing, "It was like a damn baseball bat. And thick too."

Mateo's cheeks grew hotter than the fire at the thought, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of something he couldn't quite identify. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden rush of emotions that swirled within him. "Why were you checking out his dick, though?" He asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Daniel shrugged, taking another swig of his beer. "I dunno," he said with a chuckle. "I guess I was just surprised, you know? And it's not every day you see something like that. Besides, it's not like I'm into guys or anything." He laughed, slapping his younger brother on the back. "It's just part of the whole college experience."

The auburn-haired boy nodded, trying to push down the strange feelings that Daniel's story had stirred within him. He didn't want his brother to know that his heart was racing, that his own cock had started to swell in his shorts. He took a deep breath, willing the blood to leave his face. "Yeah, I bet it is," he murmured, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's just weird, that's all."

As Daniel took another sip of his beer, he chuckled, his hand idly tracing the outline of his own penis through his jeans. "But the weirdest part, man," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "was when he saw me watching and just... smiles." He leaned back, the fire casting flickering shadows across his chiseled abs. "Comes right over and starts rubbing my cock through my pants. Can you believe that?"

This sent Mateo in a state of shock, and he felt his own heart thud in his chest. He had never, not even once, seen his brother like this, so relaxed and open about his sexual experiences. The image of a male roommate's hand on Daniel's crotch was more than he could handle, and he felt his own cock thicken in his shorts. "What did you do?" He managed to croak out.

"What could I do?" Daniel said with a laugh. "I shoved him away and went to my room. But... " He took a deep breath, his hand still lingering over his crotch. "I couldn't lie, my dick was hard as a rock." He said it so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Mateo stared at Daniel, his eyes wide with astonishment, the firelight dancing on the contours of his stunned face. He had always known his brother as the ultimate ladies' man, the guy who could charm any girl in school and leave them swooning in his wake. The thought of Daniel getting hard from the touch of another man was something he never would have imagined.

He swallowed hard, trying to push down the sudden rush of emotions, his own cock now straining against his belted jeans. "Really?" He managed to squeak out, his voice cracking slightly.

The look of shock on Mateo's face made the older Cruz realize that perhaps he had shared too much. Daniel mustered a sheepish smile, his hand retreating from his crotch. "Sorry, bud," he said, realizing the effect his story had on Mateo. "I probably shouldn't have talked about that."

But Mateo waved him off, his voice slightly shaky. "N-no, it's okay," he assured. "You can tell me anything." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "It's just... it's all so different from what I've been used to."

"Yeah, I know," Daniel said, his eyes darkening as he took another pull of his beer. "It's not like I'm into guys or anything. But there's just something... I don't know, primal about it, you know? The way he stroked his boner, the way he touched mine, and the way his chest was heaving, it was just... intense."

Mateo nodded slowly, his thoughts racing. The 15-year-old had never really thought about guys in that way before, not like Daniel was describing. Sure, he had noticed some of the older boys at school, the ones with muscular arms and broad chests, but he had always assumed it was just admiration for their strength and confidence. Now, as he sat across from his brother, the half-lit campfire casting shadows on Daniel's handsome face, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it. He had heard whispers in the school hallways, whispers of boys who liked other boys, but it had never felt real to him. It was always something that happened to other people, something that didn't concern him.

But as he listened to Daniel's story, the way his brother's voice grew deeper and his eyes darkened with arousal, Mateo couldn't help but feel his own body respond, his heart racing in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The idea of sharing that kind of intimacy with another guy was foreign and thrilling, and he couldn't deny the sudden curiosity that was stirring within him.

Mateo, eager to shake off the awkwardness, quickly interjected with a cheeky grin. "Well, I'm guessing that's one way to bond with your roommate," he quipped, breaking the tension with a well-timed laugh.

Daniel's cheeks reddened a bit, but he chuckled, relieved that his brother had taken it in stride. The beer had definitely loosened his tongue more than he had intended, but the alcohol was now coursing through his system, making everything seem a little funnier, a little less serious.

They then launched into a series of ridiculous jokes and tall tales, their laughter echoing through the night air as they poked fun at each other's camping skills and remembered the times they had spent in this very clearing as kids. The fire crackled and spat, throwing their shadows across the tent as they joked about the legendary beasts that supposedly roamed the woods, and how they would surely need to protect their snacks from the sneaky critters that lurked in the underbrush.

The warmth of the alcohol combined with the comforting familiarity of the campfire made Daniel's eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough, the laughter gave way to yawns.

"Alright, little bro," Daniel said, his voice thick with fatigue. "It's time to hit the sack. We've got a big day of fishing and hiking ahead of us tomorrow." He stood up, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the fire. The flickering flames played across his bare chest, highlighting the muscles he had worked hard to maintain despite the sedentary college lifestyle.

Mateo nodded, his dark-brown eyes lingering on his brother's torso for a moment longer than usual. He stood up as well, feeling the weight of the day's activities in his bones. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice slightly hoarse. "I can't wait to show you the new fishing spot I found."

They both stretched, their bare chests expanding and contracting with each deep breath they took. The warmth of the fire had painted a sheen of sweat across their tanned skin, and their muscles rippled with every movement.

As they stumbled towards the tent, Daniel, feeling the buzz from the beers, couldn't resist the urge to play a classic brotherly prank. "Hey, check out that deer," he said, pointing to the right, his voice slurred with mirth.

The younger teen's eyes snapped in the direction of Daniel's outstretched hand, and before he could react, a powerful arm wrapped around his waist, yanking him off his feet. The curly-haired brother's laughter filled the night air as he tackled Mateo to the ground, sending a cloud of dust into the air. The two of them rolled around in the soft grass, their shirtless bodies grappling in the moonlit clearing. The playful wrestling match was a welcome release of tension, a reminder of the carefree days of their youth when the biggest worry was who could catch the most fireflies.

Mateo, caught off guard by the sudden attack, let out a startled giggle before his instincts took over, and he began to fight back. The grass felt cool against their bare skin, and the smell of earth and pine mingled with the faint scent of their deodorant. Their laughter grew louder as they rolled, each trying to get the upper hand, the lines of their muscles standing out in the silver light. Daniel's hand brushed against Mateo's side, feeling the firmness of his younger brother's body, and a strange warmth spread through him.

Their rolling stopped with Mateo laying on top of Daniel, the older brother's muscular form supporting the weight of the younger's lean body. Both were breathing heavily from the exertion of their playful tussle, their chests rising and falling in unison. As the laughter died down, Mateo felt something else rising too: Daniel's cock, pressing firmly against his own crotch through the fabric of their jeans.

The sensation was unexpected, and it sent a jolt of arousal coursing through his body, making his own member swell in response. His cheeks grew hot with a mix of excitement and confusion. He had never felt like this before, especially not with his brother. The two young men locked eyes, the same fiery passion they had always shared now tinged with a newfound curiosity and a hint of something more primal.

Mateo's heart skipped a beat as he felt Daniel's hips begin to gently rock against his own, their crotches rubbing together through the barrier of their jeans. He froze, unsure of what to do, his mind racing with thoughts he had never dared to entertain. Daniel's hand moved from the grass beside them to rest on Mateo's hip, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down the younger boy's spine. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as the tension grew palpable between them, the only sound was the crackling of the distant campfire.

With a sudden burst of courage fueled by the unspoken tension, Mateo mirrored Daniel's action, moving their crotches in a slow, sensual rhythm against each other, the roughness of their jeans providing a delicious friction. Daniel's eyes grew dark with desire, his breathing becoming shallower as he felt his younger brother's hardness pressing into him. The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity as they continued to grind together, their movements growing more deliberate with every passing second.

Mateo's eyes searched Daniel's, questioning the unspoken understanding that had just passed between them. "What... what are we doing?" He stammered out a shaky question.

Daniel took a deep breath, his hand still resting on Mateo's hip, his thumb tracing small circles on the soft fabric. "You felt it too, didn't you?" He asked, his voice low and serious. "When I told you about my roommate... I realized that maybe I've been wondering what it's like with another guy for a while now. Have you ever felt the same way?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as the younger Cruz brother heart raced in his chest. He had never allowed himself to consider the possibility before, but now, with Daniel's hardness pressing into him and the heat of their bodies melding together, it was as if a dam had broken within him. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice trembling with excitement and fear. "I've never thought about it before, but... I can't lie, it feels... good."

"Yeah," Daniel said, his voice a low rumble of agreement. "It's fucked up, I know," he admitted, looking up into the stars above them. "But if we do this, we're doing it because we want to. And if it feels wrong, we stop. No judgment, no regrets." His calloused hand slid from Mateo's hip to the waistband of his jeans, his thumb brushing over the bulge there. "But if it feels good," he murmured, his eyes flicking down to their crotches where their erections were trapped, "Who better to explore this with than family?"

Mateo's eyes searched his brother's, the flames of the campfire dancing in their depths. "But it's not right, we're brothers," he whispered, his voice thick with want.

"No one has to know," Daniel assured him, his other hand sliding down to cup Mateo's firm ass. "And if it's wrong, we can just say it was the beer talking. But if it feels right," he paused, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "We can have this little secret between us."

Mateo's eyes widened at the proposal, his cock pulsing in his pants. He knew it was wrong, that society would judge them for their incestuous desires, but in that moment, all he could focus on was the heat building between their bodies, the need to feel something new and exciting.

He licked his lips, his voice a shaky whisper. "Okay," he agreed, his body trembling with anticipation. "But if it feels weird, we stop, right?"

Daniel nodded, his own eyes dark with lust. "Right," he promised, licking his lips. "But I'm pretty sure we're going to love it."

With a silent nod, Mateo rolled off Daniel and laid down beside him, their shadows stretching out like lovers' entwined on the cool grass. The golden buckles on their brown leather belts glinted in the flickering campfire light. Their bodies are close enough to feel the heat of their desire.

In a sudden surge of courage, Daniel leaned in, capturing his younger brother's parted lips with his own, the warmth of his breath mingling with the night air. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration of the uncharted territory, but it soon grew in intensity as their tongues met and danced together, a silent declaration of their shared need.

Mateo's eyes fluttered shut as he felt his 18-year-old brother's tongue press against his, the taste of beer a faint reminder of the brotherly bond they shared, now taking on an entirely new dimension. The warmth of Daniel's breath melded with the scent of the earth and pine around them, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that only served to heighten Mateo's burgeoning arousal.

He couldn't believe what was happening, but the feel of their bodies moving together, the solidness of their cocks straining against their jeans, was undeniable. Daniel's hand slid up Mateo's side, his fingertips tracing the contours of his ribs before resting on the side of his neck, his thumb caressing the pulse point there. It was as if every touch was a silent question, and Mateo's body responded with a resounding "yes."

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To Be Continued!