Family Affair_(0)

Byron and Omar started up the trail. It was blistering even at that hour in the evening but this was a daily ritual for the two to hike up the side of the mountain trying to best their previous time but always wondering off exploring beyond the bounds of what they’d planned.
Omar was in the lead as usual. Younger than his brother-in-law at nineteen Omar was five feet six inches tall and slim. He, like Byron, was very athletic and it showed. Muscles didn’t bulge under his skin but when he flexed you knew they were there.
Byron was close behind. Going up the steep incline he was face to face with Omar’s ass and in spite of being married and in fact being married to his sister he couldn’t stop his shaft from twitching in his shorts.
“Let’s go this way,” Omar called back.
Already they were going off trail.
Byron nodded, “Sure no problem.”
Each carried a backpack with water in it. In Byron’s he also had his camera and tripod and this was the reason he always trailed behind.
He fancied himself photographer and though an amateur was getting much better with his landscapes. Once they reached the peak they’d stay until past sunset and he would shoot away until the last light faded.
Omar stopped and took a sip of water. Hand on a tree the bottle to his head he took multiple swigs to quench his thirst.
Byron took the chance and did the same before they started off again.
The sound of nature around them and the smell of the outdoors encompassing them the silence only broken by their foot falls it wasn’t long before they reached their destination and thankfully so.
Both of them had chugged water all the way up to combat any chance of dehydration and now they both had to go.
Going off path had them on a portion of the mountain that was their own, for the time being. Byron set his pack down and found a tree. Omar did the same.
Byron did his business then went back to his pack.
Omar didn’t go far and from where Byron stooped to take his camera out he could clearly see his brother-in-law.
Wearing a pair of soccer shorts red with white stripes and a blue tee shirt Omar had chosen to pull his shorts down past his ass his legs spread.
Byron moistened his lips as he squinted watching him. Omar had a great ass it was a nice bubble of sweet brown flesh but his cock was even more impressive yet not as impressive as Byron.
Omar must have sensed him looking because he turned.
Their eyes met for a split second.
Byron turned away pulling his camera out.
Omar finished up not at all phased that Byron was watching him.
Byron set the camera on the tripod. Throwing the backpack back on his shoulder he walked the clearing in search of the spot. He found one.
Setting the camera and tripod down he used a fallen tree trunk as foreground interest and the hills and foliage below with the clear sky as the fill for the remainder of the scene. Focusing and checking it he took a few shots before finally settling into the exposure and aperture he wanted.
“Like what you see?” Omar asked plopping down nearby.
“Yea,” Byron said making sure the focus was set.
The sun still had an hour to go but after coming up the hill he could do with the break.
“We came up pretty quick,” Omar said. “I’m gonna be hurting tomorrow.”
“Maybe Maggie can give you a rub down.”
Omar laughed.
A rare breeze came by but did nothing to cool them luckily they found shade.
“Man her hands are way too small.”
Maggie was a petite thing. She was five foot even and weighed about one hundred pounds. Next to Byron who was five feet ten inches she was a dwarf but he liked them small. All of his girlfriends up until then were petite but unlike all his girlfriends Maggie was a firecracker all around with plenty of surprises especially in bed.
“Well dude if you that sore I’ll rub you down punk. You don’t see me complaining and what did you say yesterday…. I’m an old man.”
“Whatever. Last thing I want is you fondling me.” Omar shoved him playfully.
“So what are you getting your mother for her birthday?”
“Don’t know yet. What do you think? A gift card?”
Byron shook his head and said, “Really dude. Come on how about something nice, a dinner or something maybe take her shopping. Keep her company.”
“What with the big bucks you’re gonna to give me.”
“You carry my pack down and maybe.” Byron countered.
They joked and talked for the next hour as the light faded. Conversation drifted aimlessly as did with them but before long Byron was pleased with his shots and was packing up.
Once the sun was down light faded quickly.
“Wanna see who gets down first?” Omar asked.
Competition was always rampant between the two and no matter how dangerous it always managed to only spur them on.
Byron was the older one and was supposed to responsible but as Maggie often said, “You’re worse than he is.”
Headlamps on they secured the backpacks and Omar gave the signal and they were off.
Lithe and nimble what had taken them and hour took a little more than half the time as they picked their way back the way they came sliding and jumping as if they were deer fleeing mountain lions.
At the base back where they’d parked the duo were doubled over panting sweat pouring down as they had when they’d made it up.
Byron had won that race. “Mature and steady young buck.”
“Whatever.”

On the drive home Maggie called. She wanted him to pick up some food on the way. She and her mother had been out all day and she didn’t have time to prepare anything.
“Sure hon,” he said. “Love you. Later.”
He stopped at KFC and got a family meal. The smell sent both their stomach growling loudly in the car.
“Wait until we get to the house,” Byron said.
“Fine.”
The drive was quick.