Winter Vacation: One Year Later

This story is a sequel to Winter Vacation from last year!

I had a weird conversation with my step-brother Max the night before I hopped on the plane for my annual winter vacation with my beautiful wife Trish. He pulled me aside at the party Trish and I were throwing at our expansive LA home and asked to speak in private. I didn't really keep in contact with Max outside of the holiday season as we didn't have all that much in common so I was definitely curious to know what he had to say that couldn't be said in front of all of our guests.

It was clear as day to any outside observers that Max and I weren't related by blood as, unfortunately for him, I was genetically superior in every way. I was taller, more muscular and simply more gorgeous to behold. He wasn't exactly ugly but he couldn't hold a candle to the perfect storm that was me, Dylan. Thankfully for him he wasn't in direct competition with me as he was all about cocks whereas I was strictly into tits and pussy - more specifically, my wife's. I was a committed man and he was still single in his thirties going between boyfriends every couple of months. To tell the truth I actually thought it was a little tragic.

"Do you... remember anything about last Christmas?" he asked in hushed tones once we were safely away from everyone else. It was a purposely vague question but there was something troubled about his eyes that alarmed me. "Like, what we discussed last year?"

I stared at him incredulously for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "Man, I was probably fucking drunk last year. I barely even remember meeting up!" I confessed, shrugging my broad shoulders and taking another long swig from my beer bottle. "Why, was it important?" He was acting weird - well, weirder than usual - and while I wasn't exactly the best brother in the world, I was a little concerned about his sudden fixation on the previous Christmas when it meant absolutely nothing to me.

"You don't remember making a deal?" he inquired timidly. I stared blankly in response, waiting for more detail. "A deal to... to switch..." He trailed off at that, eyes dropping towards the ground and remained silent for the following few seconds. 

We stood in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before I slapped a hand down on his shoulder. "Man, you need to drink something stronger than white wine. Have one of my beers, dude," I advised, offering my half-finished bottle to him. 

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "No thanks. I can't stand the stuff," he retorted, seemingly getting a little more of his usual attitude back in the process. "You sure you don't remember anything about last year?"

"Well, one thing," I mused, smirking as I thought back to the winter vacation I'd had with my beautiful wife. Skiing all day out on the white slopes and then plowing her all night long as she screamed out my name and begged for more. Yeah, that was sure as hell more likely to stick out in my mind than some meaningless conversation with my dorky gay stepbrother.

Picking up on the implication of my response, Max groaned and slapped me on the arm. I hardly felt it and laughed it off, opting to throw my arm around his slender shoulders and redirect him back towards the party. He needed to loosen up a little and I was confident that a few drinks would be able to do that. I even managed to sweet-talk one of my gym bros into paying Max some attention and play-flirt for a bit. I think they even made out after, not that either would ever admit it! I might not be into any of that gay stuff but whatever works for them, I guess. I've got everything I need in Trish!

While the awkward conversation with my stepbrother continued to linger in my mind for the next few days, it was eventually forgotten - just as the details of what had occurred between Max and I the year previously - when the vacation got underway. Trish and I resumed our tradition of tearing it up in the slopes and then burning it down in the bedroom by exploring each other's beautiful bodies and celebrating the holidays the way only a loving husband and wife could!