Trevor was brought back to when the were kids. The smell of Cole's sweat as they wrestled. The pull and swell of Cole's muscles. Trevor almost got Cole in a hammerlock, but Cole twisted free at the last second to pin one of Trevor's arms behind his back.

     Trevor used his free hand to pull on Cole's long, blonde hair... 

     just like he did when they were eight and six years old. 

     Cole looked surprised, the skin from his forehead all stretched up on his skull. He twisted the arm he had pinned until Trevor yowled with agony and wriggled loose. They got lost in each other's muscular, struggling bodies as perspiration slickened them, and Trevor was still so fucking horny from all that erotic emanating that...

     Cole rolled away from him.  

     "You've got a boner, dude!" Cole yelped. "Yuck! I'm your fucking brother!"

     "Look down," Trevor said. 

     Cole glanced. Damn. 

     He had a boner, too. 

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