Lemonade by AnnaMcQuack

It was a hot day, unsurprisingly so, as it was August.

The air conditioning had been broken for too long as far as Huey was concerned. But of course, Uncle Donald hadn't just called a repairman to come and fix it. No, he had tried to once again rope Huey and his brothers into helping him fix it, only for the final result to be an A/C unit damaged beyond repair. Naturally, their house wasn't going to be attended by a replacement crew for another two days.

It had already been five.

"Here, Hue."

Huey glanced up from where he was reclined across the couch, only to see Dewey standing above him with a glass of cold lemonade, droplets of condensation gathering at the bottom.

He sat up enough to rest on his elbows, ignoring the sweat soaking the back of his neck. "Thanks," he said, taking the slick glass in hand. "Where are you off to?" he added, gesturing to the backpack his brother was carrying on a single shoulder.

"The library," Dewey replied, putting his now-free arm through the other strap. "They actually have running air conditioning and I have some summer homework to finish up before next week."

"Have fun, nerd," Huey replied teasingly.

Dewey rolled his eyes at Huey and turned around, heading towards the door.

Seconds later, there was an opening and closing of the door, and the house fell silent, the only noise available being that of what Huey assumed to be his other brother, Louie, padding around the kitchen.

Huey took a drink of the lemonade he'd been given, his eyes almost immediately going wide.

It tasted sweeter than pure corn syrup.

He spit it straight back into the glass. Leave it to Dewey. "Shit."

Huey shook his head and got up, completely disappointed. Given Dewey's sweet tooth, however, he really should've expected it.

When Huey entered the kitchen himself, he saw Louie standing at the counter, pouring himself a glass of lemonade.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Huey supplied, emphasizing his point by pouring his own down the sink. "Dew made it," he added, as though that explained everything.

"I know," Louie replied, his glass full and setting the pitcher down. "I wasn't gonna drink his liquid diabetes."

"But," Huey said, confused and pointing to the glass in Louie's hand. "Why do you have a whole cup of it?"

Louie beamed. "I made my own."

Huey gave a nod as he watched Louie take a gulp of his own lemonade, sweat beading on the other's forehead under his hat. He caught himself staring and quickly glanced to the wall opposite, leaning against the counter in front of the sink.

When Louie's glass was drained, Huey shifted to his side, moving so he'd be able to place his glass in the sink.

And for the briefest of brief seconds, he felt the pressure Louie's mouth being pressed to his.

Huey was stunned in place, his eyes watching Louie as he quickly put his glass in the kitchen sink and maneuvered around him to the living room.

He let out a sharp breath of disbelief, smirking to himself as he gained his bearings and followed his brother into the next room.

Louie was there, on the couch, head on his hand and staring at a blank television set.

"What was that?" Huey asked with amusement, leaning against the doorway post.

Louie turned his head to look at Huey as he spoke to him. "It was me kissing you," he said, as though wondering how Huey could possibly be confused by his actions.

Huey pushed himself off the wall with a snort. "I knew that," he said, taking a seat beside the other triplet. "I was just wondering why."

A light blush blossomed across Louie's face as he turned away, once again watching an empty TV screen.

"How long have you wanted to kiss me, Lou?" Huey asked, inching closer to him.

Louie looked down at the floor. "I, uh, well-"

"Touch me?" Huey persisted, now flush against his brother's side. "Fuck me?" he whispered bitingly.

Louie went a brighter shade of red. "Huey, I just-"

But Huey cut him off with a kiss.

He slipped his tongue into Louie's mouth, his senses being immediately tingled with the sharp tang of lemon. Damn.

When the kiss broke, Louie made a small whine of protest that made Huey want to have him right there.

However, he followed it up with a different kind of protest. "We shouldn't- I mean, Dewey said-"

"Dewey said?" Huey repeated, interrupting. "Hold up, Dew knew about this?"

"He found out."

"How?"

Louie ignored Huey's question and continued. "Dewey said I shouldn't feel this way and that I should just ignore it. That it's... wrong or something," he explained, scratching the back of his head.

Huey scoffed. "But it feels good, doesn't it?" he countered. "If it feels good, it can't be that bad."

"Well," Louie said, looking behind Huey before focusing his eyes back on his red-clad brother.

Huey kept him in heated eye contact. "Come on. I want you to fuck me, Lou."

He smirked as he watched Louie's breath hitch. "Obviously you want me, too," he said, once again up against his brother's body, though this time chest to chest.

"Yeah," Louie breathed, and he found himself captured into another kiss.

The stinging from the residual lemonade he'd been drinking set Huey off, the tang and proper sweetness greeting him as he explored his brother's mouth. Louie moaned, sending tingles across his tongue.

Hands ran up and down bodies as brothers explored each other in a way they were never supposed to. Sensations ran through Huey where Louie's hands graced his spine, causing him to want more. More of his brother.

"Oh, Lou," Huey hummed into his mouth.

The kiss broke and both brothers were flushed, the feeling of each other's warm breath remaining.

"How long have you wanted this, Loulou?" Huey asked, whispering into the side of Louie's face.

He smirked to himself when he felt Louie shudder. "A-A long time," he stammered, then gasping as Huey reached between them and palmed him through his shorts.

"And you haven't done me yet?" Huey asked hotly, clicking his tongue and nuzzling his brother's neck.

"Uh, no?" Louie said, inhaling sharply at the sensations. He craned his neck, exposing more for Huey.

"Shame," he muttered, grinding crotches together, seeking friction. "You should've gone for it," he added more huskily, "I'm not the type to say no."

Louie whimpered a moan, trying to stifle himself.

"Be as loud as possible, Loulou," Huey said, keeping hot eye contact with him as he ran his hands up his brother's shirt onto his slightly sweat sheened chest. "No one's home."

"Yeah, but what if-" Louie panted, a small groan escaping him as his brother traced his muscles with his fingertips.

"No one'll find out," Huey said softly, looking his brother up and down, heat in his gaze. "I just wanna hear your sexy noises," he confessed, his eyes once again reconnecting with Louie's.

A pink quickly dusted Louie's face. "Well, uh, really?" he asked, his hands awkwardly playing with the edges of Huey's overshirt.

"Yeah," Huey said, both with amusement and as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Louie just watched Huey as his eyes darted down, his hands running down his abs, tracing the hard muscles. "Being a health freak pays off," Huey said, want and arousal becoming ever so slightly more apparent in his words.

"I guess," Louie breathed, the hot traces of his brother's hands sending tingles from his abdomen straight to his cock.

Huey watched Louie's face, taking in every expression, each twinge in his brother's face adding to his arousal.

"No one's ever touched you like this before," he said, the thought of being the first to touch his brother in such an intimate fashion making him harder in his shorts.

Louie shook his head as Huey's fingertips caught the hem of his tank top. "N-no," he replied, lifting his arms as his shirt was pulled off. His hat got tangled in his shirt and was taken of as well, but Huey quickly retrieved it and placed it back on his brother's head.

Huey started shrugging off his own clothes, his red button-down quickly slipping off and being forgotten to the floor.

"You've grown," Huey commented as he pulled his second shirt over his head. "I like it," he added suggestively, placing his hands on Louie's chest.

He nearly groaned. Louie was built, muscles tight and visible. And damn it all if it was not the sexiest thing to know that his innocent little brother could dominate him completely and fuck him thoroughly.

Holy fuck.

Louie placed his hands on Huey's hips tentatively, as though he was unsure of what he was doing.

"You can touch, Lou," Huey supplied, wrapping his arms around Louie's neck. "I'm don't bite." He added as an afterthought, "Unless you want me to."

Louie breathed a, "Heh," and caressed Huey's sides, the softness of the older triplet smooth beneath his touch. Huey let out a small, breathy moan, reveling in the touches.

Their mouths met once again in a fire-fueled kiss, Huey's arms tightened around his brother's neck and moaning into his mouth at the tightening of fingers on his hips.

Huey pushed against his brother, their clothed crotches meeting as their tongues mingled.

"Huey," Louie moaned, breaking their kiss.

"Mmhmm," Huey hummed, his hands hastily reaching between them to grasp at the waist of Louie's shorts.

"Can I-," Louie trailed off, his eyes darting down to watch his brother work deftly at his pants' button.

Huey paused, looking straight into Louie's eyes. "What?" he said, breathy and hurried.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked, his fingers tracing a pattern along Huey's hipbone.

Huey's breath hitched and he felt a rush run through his entire body to the end of his cock.

He replied, "You don't have to ask."

Almost instantaneously, Louie's hands were on his pants' waistband, fumbling with the button.

The eagerness of his brother was hot beyond comprehension, and Huey only wanted to fuel it. "Come on, Loulou," he said huskily, unhooking the button and unzipping the zipper of Louie's shorts. "Fuck me."

Louie pushed Huey off his lap, causing him to land backwards onto the couch. Huey smirked, his lust-glazen eyes taking in every movement of his brother and loving it.

He tugged at Huey's shorts, them coming off and his boxers following suit.

Louie glanced up and down Huey, taking in every sight of his nude and aroused brother and adding to his own.

Huey's words snapped him out of it. "Like what you see?" Huey asked, grabbing Louie's firm forearms and pulling him up between his legs.

Louie nodded his head and shimmied his remaining clothes off to join the other discarded garments on the living room floor. "Yeah," he breathed, moving to take off his hat.

"No," Huey said suddenly, grasping his brother's hand. "The hat stays."

He looked at him questioningly for the briefest of seconds and left the hat on.

Huey's eyes went from Louie's hat down to the part of his brother that he was craving. "Damn, Lou," he said, almost moaning at his own thoughts.

"What?" Louie asked, self-consciousness starting to seep into his words.

"I need you to fuck me," Huey all but moaned, watching Louie intently with longing.

"I will," Louie replied, "But, um-"

Huey groaned impatiently. "What?"

Louie didn't say anything, instead just sitting between his brother's legs and looking at Huey.

Huey got it. "Here," he said, holding out his hand. "Spit on it."

Albeit questioningly, Louie complied.

Keeping an eye contact with Louie that was too hot for words, Huey took his brother's cock in hand.

Louie moaned as Huey stroked him, the firmness and suredness of his hand on his cock sending a shudder of pleasure throughout his virgin body.

Huey let out a whine of need. "You're fucking hot," he murmured, releasing his hand from his brother's sufficiently slick cock.

"Th-thanks," Louie said, breathing rapid and face flushed.

Huey relaxed back on the couch and spread his legs farther, opening himself best he could for his brother."C'mon, Loulou. Fuck me."

"I just-?" Louie made some gesture Huey couldn't recognize as being anything in particular.

"Yes," Huey said hurriedly. "Just put your dick in me, god," he begged.

His words caused an erotic rush through Louie, and he positioned himself against his brother's entrance and pushed himself in.

Louie moaned, nearly shaking with overwhelming pleasure, his brother hot and and tight around his cock.

Huey groaned, the feeling of his brother inside him and filling him an a delirious way being everything he'd anticipated, if not more.

"God, Lou," Huey moaned, arching his back and grabbing Louie's shoulders, trying to get Louie deeper inside him. "Move, fuck me."

Louie did exactly as he was told.

He pulled out almost fully and rammed back into his whore of brother, Huey squirming beneath him and moaning for more.

His thrusts were hard, hitting Huey in all the right ways, adding to the pooling in his groin. "Fuck, fuck," he moaned, his fingers digging into his brother's shoulders.

"Huey," Louie gasped, continuing to thrust into him.

Suddenly, Huey felt a set of sparks behind his eyes and rush through him. "Fuck, Lou!" he shouted and moaned.

Louie tried to get the same angle with his thrusts again, wanting to hear Huey once again scream his name.

"Lou, Lou," Huey moaned, Louie hitting the same spot over and over, sending constant waves through him.

Louie moaned, feeling his brother clench around him with each thrust.

A few more thrusts and Huey was stiffening beneath his brother, crying out his name in climax.

Huey's climax set Louie off into his own, groaning loudly with Huey's name on his tongue.

The pair laid in the afterglow, both of the brothers hotter and stickier than they'd been before.

"That was..." Louie murmured, facing Huey. "Extreme."

Lazily, Huey smirked. "Fucking's great," he said, rolling off the couch and standing up.

"Where are you going?" Louie asked, a heavy tone of disappointment in his voice.

"I am going to go get something to clean us up," Huey said, as though it were completely obvious. "Trust me, you do not want this shit to dry on you," he added, pointing to his brother's stomach.

Louie smiled sheepishly. "Oh."

Huey padded into the kitchen, grabbed some paper towels, and ran them under the faucet, making them damp.

He returned to the living room and tossed several of the towels at Louie.

It was only then he noticed that the couch was moved several inches to the left.