Family reunion with my cousin

This is a true story from my past—everyone in this story is 18+.My cousin and I were always close. We grew up together, with him usually trailing behind me.For my grandfather’s 80th, the family flew out to his small town in Pennsylvania. I rented a car and drove in with Bryan.I hadn’t seen him since I left for college, and he’d just finished high school, so it felt like a good time to catch up. We talked about movies, TV, whatever came up, until he mentioned he wished his girlfriend had come. Said they never got real alone time, and a hotel room would’ve been perfect.“You got a girl now, little man?” I said, nudging him.“I’m 18,” he smirked. “Not that little anymore.”I gave him a sideways glance and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Still doesn’t mean you know what to do with her with that tiny dick.” He blushed and sank down in his seat, grinning in spite of himself.Bryan and I had grown up close. I teased him constantly about being smaller—height, build, everything. We were cousins, but no one ever guessed it. I was six-four, broad, scruffy, always getting called “mountain man” or worse. Bryan was barely five-six and maybe 125 pounds. All wiry muscle from sports, especially baseball.On the drive, he talked about his girlfriend. Said she was religious and wouldn’t do more than kiss. I nodded along, shared a couple stories from college, changed the pronouns without thinking.It was getting late by the time we hit town. I grabbed some vodka and Sprite at the gas station and we headed to the motel. We were the last to show up. Got our key, dropped our stuff, and turned on whatever was playing on HBO. There wasn’t much else to do.We kept pouring until most of the bottle was gone. At some point I slid off the bed and told him I was gonna shower.When I came back out, the movie had ended and Real Sex was on. I recognized the music right away. I dried off, smirking a little, and listened. The water had been off long enough that if he’d been paying attention, he would’ve heard. As I stepped back into the room, I saw him knocked out cold, one hand in his boxers, half under the covers.I slid in next to him, careful not to wake him. The show kept playing. I let it, just lying there, eyes open. A few minutes later I was asleep too.Sometime around one, I woke up to the sounds of gunfire from a new movie and Bryan pressed against me. I felt his breath on my chest, the heat of him along my side. His body was moving slightly, slow and steady. There was a damp spot on my thigh.I didn’t move right away. I wasn’t sure what this was. Then he shifted, turned from my chest, and pushed his ass into my side. For someone his size, he had a serious ass—years of baseball probably. It felt too intimate, too deliberate. I got hard.I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, and slowly moved onto my side, pulling him in closer. My cock, still under my briefs, ended up between his cheeks. He didn’t pull away. He stayed there, breathing a little heavier than before.Then he reached back. Slow, cautious. He fished me out and settled me back between his legs. Not in. Just resting there.He rocked his hips, slow, steady. I felt something slick that hadn’t been there before. He was ready for this. Or maybe he already had been.He let out a sound. Quiet but clear. I pressed in a little. Just the tip. He moved on it, slow and unhurried, like he wanted to control the pace.That was when I leaned in and spoke, teasing him for his tiny cock and that sent him right over the edge. I kept going.At some point I pulled him on top of me. He moved like it wasn’t the first time. Eyes half-closed, lip caught between his teeth. I watched him the whole time.Eventually, we stopped. I slipped out and he curled in, quiet, facing away. Neither of us said anything. I closed my eyes and followed him into sleep.In the morning, he was gone. At breakfast, he sat across from me. We made eye contact, briefly, but no one said a word. We never have.