3 comments/ 40180 views/ 9 favorites Brother to Brother By: sr71plt Joseph had to concentrate hard to keep his teeth from chattering. It wasn't that it was cold, but, rather, it was because of where Joseph was and what he was doing. Six weeks previously he had been in New York, at Colombia University, studying microbiology. Tonight, he was out on a rocky hillside, facing Israel's volatile border with Lebanon, standing sentry in a world at war. He was a good Israeli, a good Jew, ever conscious of his heritage and his duty. He had just completed his first year at the university, in the United States, where the street violence in New York didn't faze him a bit. But each summer, starting with this one, he would be returning to Israel to do his duty. And he was struggling with himself, not ready to turn his back on his family. Joseph had been raised in the fortified and under-siege Israeli border settlement of Ma'alot, well within rocket range of the Hamas positions just across the Lebanese border. He had grown up under siege. He had been raised with a rifle at the ready and the knowledge that just a couple of miles away a people and a militant force lurked that wanted him dead. He took his responsibility seriously. He had trained for combat from his early teens. And, although his parents had sent him to the safety of the United States for his advanced education, he knew his duty was to return when he could to help stand guard. But the actual duty of standing guard on the rocky hillside within sight of the Lebanese border through the night to raise the alarm in case of invasion or infiltration was completely new and worrisome to him. Having been chosen to do this marked that he was now a man—which was important to someone like him, small in stature and forever trying to look and act like a man. But, even as prepared as he was, he could not help having fears and doubts. Was that a movement out in the middle of the minefield, he wondered. Would he react as trained if it were? Would he raise the alarm and rush to the defense, or would he fold? Had his nine months in the States softened him? And had what he had become there, the truths he had learned about himself, fundamentally changed him, made him an unfit defender of the nation and of Judaism? Every Israeli lived as if the whole world was against him or her. Was what he had become in New York and who he had become it with stripped him of the right to claim his place here on the deceivingly quiet, rocky hillside facing the Muslim hordes in Lebanon on a star-filled night? Yes, that surely was a noise out of the ordinary. That wasn't just some small rodent, unaware of the belligerent political divide running at the base of the hillside, moving through the rocks, searching for food for its brood. Joseph was alarmed at the sensation of his heartbeat thumping loudly in his chest. He felt a little sick. He ran furiously over the elements of his training in his mind. His eyes darted this way and that way, trying to see everywhere at once. Trying to remember how every rock and cranny looked in its natural state in the shadows of the night—without a lurking figure weaving its way through the terrain. A sentry had been killed, stabbed and mutilated and left as a message of hate, near this very sentry post two years earlier. Joseph had been here, in Ma'alot, then. He knew the youth, barely older than he was now, who had given his life that night. And that youth had been strong, taller, and more self-assured than Joseph was. And yet he still had died at the hands of a stealthy enemy. Had that lost youth heard what Joseph thought—or imagined—that he heard? Had he gone through these same, trained steps of checking out what could be happening, separating the normal sounds of the night from the movements of infiltrators—before he had been taken down and killed, silently, without an opportunity to warn the next sentry along the first line of defense in Israel's north? Where was his mobile phone? Joseph felt around the various pockets and straps of his military uniform without finding the mobile phone. He could call in if he had it. It wouldn't have to raise an alarm. Just hearing another, fraternal voice, might be enough to calm his nerves. It was almost time for him to check in anyway. Perhaps he had left it in the concrete sentry's box, dug into the hillside and camouflaged—although everyone knew that the Hamas had each of them pinpointed. Joseph decided he needed that mobile phone and that surely he had left it in the pillbox. He turned and melted into shock. The dark-robed figure, wearing the traditional dishdasha of the Arab man, but in a dark, camouflage color rather than the traditional white, rose up before him and snatched his rifle away and wrestled Joseph to the ground. His attacker was older and larger and more powerful—and obviously much more experienced—than Joseph was. Joseph's mouth and nose were being covered by one strong, silencing hand, while the assailant's other arm was wrestling him to the ground. Not quite strong enough to counter his attacker even without losing the element of surprise, the small, slender Israeli was too busy gasping for breath to put up much of a defense. He went down on all fours on the rocky hillside, his attacker covering him close from behind, one hand relentlessly minimize the breath he could get by covering his mouth and pinching his nose and the other hand pulling Joseph's arm painfully up his back toward his shoulder blades. Then the assailant smashed his chest into Joseph's back, pinning Joseph's arm there, and moved his now-free hand to Joseph's belt buckle and then his fly, and he was grabbing the waistband of Joseph's trousers and forcing them down to the smaller Israeli's calves. Joseph cried out in pain and surprise as a firm, thick cock breeched his unprepared channel ring, and Joseph was being fucked into submission, doggie style, like a small bitch under the control of a powerful mastiff in full rut. The hand pulled away from Joseph's mouth and nose, but he could not scream if he wanted to. For several moments all he could do was gasp for air. And in those moments, the figure in the Arab dishdasha manhandled Joseph to a crouching position and dragged him back, to the entrance of the concrete dugout, and into the dark interior, where he could finish off the young Israeli with less fear of attracting the attention of the sentries along the line at either side. By now Joseph was lost in the fuck, however. He no longer was interested in raising the alarm. The Arab had a magnificent cock and had disarmed and aroused Joseph completely. Joseph didn't care what this hulking Arab did to him, as long as he finished the fuck. Upon being manhandled into the darkness of the pillbox, Joseph threw himself down on the concrete floor on his back and opened his legs as the dominating Arab came down on his knees between Joseph's thighs. Joseph raised his pelvis to his nocturnal assailant and reached for the Arab's long, thick, hard cock and guided it into his hole. The Arab, in turn, held until the bulb of his cock gained purchase in the Israeli youth's entrance, and then he shot his ramrod home, deep inside Joseph, and began fucking him in earnest in long, insistent strokes. Joseph looked up in the Arab's face, his eyes wide, still overcome with shock, and the Arab grinned cruelly down at him and brought his face down to Joseph's, and they entered into a long, mutually searching, deep kiss. As they kissed, the adrenalin of the initial assault began to drain from them both, and Joseph moved into an undulation of his hips in rhythm to the Arab's stroking, which became more languid, more searching of the internal sensitive spots that made Joseph gasp and sigh and moan. "Ah, Afram, Afram, Afram," Joseph murmured when they came out of the kiss. "I did not know it was you at first. You frightened me so. Ahhhh, yess, there again. Touch me there again. Ahhhhhh." "I'm sorry I had to muffle you like that, little one," Afram spoke in a hoarse, lust-filled whisper. "I could not chance you calling an alarm, not knowing it was me." "Oh, ohhh, Ohhh," Joseph moaned, widening the stance of his legs to meet the insistent, deeper plumbing of Afram's magnificent cock inside him. "It's too dangerous. I told you we couldn't meet this summer." "I can't only have you in New York," Afram muttered. "It was a bad joke of fate that we came from villages within sight of each other, you from Ma'alot and me across the Lebanese border, from Bint Jubayl, destined to be sworn enemies, but meeting in New York as lovers." "It's too dangerous, Afram, my love," Joseph whispered. "you mustn't—" "I mustn't do this?" Afram said, and then, with a grunt, he thrust his pelvis forward and Joseph cried out in ecstasy. "Or this?" Afram rotated his hips, and Joseph whimpered his surrender, just laying back then and moaning and sighing as the powerful Arab slow pumped his channel and ripped his military T-shirt from his chest and attacked Joseph's nipples with his teeth. Joseph gasped and moaned and groaned as Afram rode him in increasingly powerful strokes, the older and stronger Arab exhibiting the mastery of a seasoned Hamas soldier, a soldier who just so happened to have inexplicably fallen in love with the enemy when both were out of their element of perpetual hatred and belligerency. When Afram was finished, long after Joseph had given up his own seed in blissful exhaustion, they lay there, in the dark, on the concrete floor of the defensive pillbox declaring its outrage at their audacious coupling in the sound of the wind whistling through the rifle slits in the thick stone walls. It was with profound regret that, in the midst of their post-fuck kisses and nips and nuzzles, Joseph forced himself to beg Afram for a pledge. "We cannot do this again here, Afram. It is much too dangerous here. This is not our world. We cannot tempt the forces that set our peoples apart here. You must promise not to come to me again. I regret I even e-mailed you I'd be here tonight. I just wanted to have some sort of connection, for you to stand over there in your world and I here in mine and for the two of us to look across the great divide into the other's forbidden world, knowing we were one. What if I had changed schedules and someone else had been here tonight?" "Then I would have fucked him," Afram said. And then he laughed. That was one of the traits of Afram that Joseph loved the best—his free-flowing, earthy humor. But this was not the time nor the place for that. "No, this is serious, Afram. We cannot." "But I cannot stay away from you. It is like the bear to the honey. My cock is happiest when deep inside you." "And it is the same with me, love," Joseph said. "If you find you cannot wait, e-mail me as we have been doing. If we can both find the money, we can meet somewhere in Europe." "I will pine for you, little one," Afram groaned. "It is only for the summer, Afram. We will always have New York. That is another world; it has none of the responsibility of hatred and fear that we have here. We can be together in the other world." Joseph closed his eyes and pushed at the arms encasing him, letting Afram know it was time. He would not open his eyes again until Afram had evaporated into the night. He would dream of their other world—of New York. But he then did open his eyes at the sound of the buzzing near to hand on the concrete floor. He had, indeed, left the mobile phone in here. His real world was calling him back to duty and to its own perception of reality. He would have to answer the mobile and have a good excuse for why he hadn't checked in on schedule. Somehow he didn't think that telling them he was busy being fucked by a magnificent Arab would be an acceptable excuse. Brother to Brother Chapter 1- With the house to themselves, Carter makes his move DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. It's bad how much I wanted him; how I wanted to push him down on his bed and fuck him 'til neither of us couldn't take anymore. I wanted to feel him in ways that most guys couldn't. There was no doubt that this was way more than a simple crush; I was drawn to him in more ways than I could understand. But these feelings were wrong; they were sinful. For years, I tried to push them aside and pretend that everything was okay when I knew they weren't. But feelings never went away; they only intensified as time progressed. There came a point where I knew I couldn't hide them anymore. I needed to put them out in the open and finally satisfy my long overdue urges. The day I fulfilled my cravings was the day he turned 18; they day he became a man, and none of what went on between us was anyone's business but our own. Yes, I pushed him into all of this, but not once did I feel resistance from him; he wanted it just as bad as I wanted to give it to him. That day was the start of a rollercoaster that's continued to this day and for the most part, it's still our little secret. That was the day that I fucked my brother, and since then, there's been no turning back. I don't know when it all started; there wasn't exactly this pivotal moment when I realized that I wanted him. Growing up, there weren't many kids our age that we could play with and since we were only about four years apart, I enjoyed spending time with my brother. In many ways, we were different, but our differences complimented each other. I was a bit more serious, while he was more carefree. He was the more outgoing, constantly striking up conversations while I stood on the side. He was more creative; wanting a career in art or photography while I chose to study something more concrete like facts and figures. No matter how different we were; we were always very close and we got closer as we got older. And the closer we got, the more serious these feelings became. I loved my brother more than any family member should, and I hoped that one day I could act upon my feelings. It was the night of Aiden's 18th birthday and we had just finished cleaning up the kitchen after eating dinner. Dad was sitting down on the couch flipping through his usual TV channels. Mom was drying off the last of the dishes. Aiden had just gone upstairs to take a phone call and I was sitting around in the living room. Just as Mom put away the last plate, the house phone rang. Surprised to be getting a call this late, she answered it. She quickly put things away and told my dad that our grandmother was brought to the hospital and was due to see a doctor. They went upstairs and got dressed as they would meet her there and ensure that everything was alright. They quickly left the house saying that they would stay at the hospital until she would be released. As the car pulled out of the driveway, I made my way upstairs towards Aiden's room. I opened the door and saw Aiden lying on his bed, talking on the phone. I could see the way his loose tank top outlined his defined chest. It took all my willpower to not just pounce on him right then and there. He hung up the phone, sat upright and asked, "Is everything okay downstairs? It sounded pretty loud." I walked closer to the edge of his bed and responded, "Mom got a call that grandma was in the hospital, so they left to go make sure she was okay." Looking concerned, he asked, "Wow. Do you know if she's going to be alright?" I reassured him, "Dad said there's nothing to be worried about, they'll probably be there for a few hours max." Aiden sighed, "Oh that's good." I sat at the edge of his bed and spoke, "Hey, since I didn't get to greet you earlier, I want to wish you a Happy Birthday, little bro!" Aiden smiled and leaned in to give me a hug, "Thanks big brother, I appreciate it!" As he put his arms around me, I could feel his muscles brushing up against mine. Though he was still smaller than me, I could feel every groove on his body as I hugged him back. Trying not to hug him too long, I finally let go. He mentioned, "You know. I don't feel any different. I mean everyone talks about how your 18th birthday is supposed to mean something; it's that point when you're no longer a child and you become a man. Yet here I am sitting in my same old, having finished mom's traditional birthday dinner, spending time with my big brother...it's like things haven't changed a bit" I explained, "Well Aiden, you can't be expecting this big dramatic change into adulthood, it just happens." Aiden responded, "I guess you're right. Well what did you do on your 18th birthday?" Knowing he'd continue to bug me if I didn't tell him, I explained, "Well when I turned 18, Mom and Dad said that I could spend the weekend with my friends at Connor's lake house. So we got there and little did I know that all my friends wanted to get me wasted that weekend as a little 'welcome to being an adult.' Anyways, I got so trashed that weekend that I was even throwing up on the ride back home. It was probably the worst decision of my life." Aiden replied, "Wait, you told Mom and Dad that you got food poising and spent the weekend in bed." I warned him, "And they will never know thanks to my favorite brother." Aiden laughed, "That is so not fair. They even let you skip school for three days when you got back!" I gave him a slight nudge, "I well I can't say that I don't feel bad; not about skipping, but my birthday weekend. I did a lot of stupid stuff that I regret." Aiden raised an eyebrow and asked "Like what?" I explained, "Well after we started drinking a few beers, we switched to vodka and more of the hard stuff, which is a big mistake in itself." Aiden interjected, "Bro. I'm eighteen, not stupid." Ignoring him, I continued, "Then it got a little bad. My friends lit up a few joints and I found myself stoned for the very first time. Mix that with all the alcohol we'd consumed and you'd have a bunch of cross-faded idiots. What's bad is that after that first blow, I couldn't remember anything. I literally woke up in bed next to one of the girls we brought along, with the worst headache I've ever felt, just wanting to rewind the night and start over." Aiden took a deep breath, surprised at my story, "Wow. Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?" I replied, "I guess I just didn't want you to go and make the same mistakes I did. I mean you were only fourteen at the time and I didn't want to pollute your brain with my reckless weekend." When Aiden put his hand on my shoulder, I almost lost it. I tried not to jump as I felt his palm on my skin. He then assured me, "Come on Carter, you know me better than that. I mean I've done my share of stupid shit too. Just remember that we can always tell each other everything...just like when we were little." Just then, the phone rang. I quickly picked it up and answered, "Carter speaking." I hear my dad on the other line, "Carter, this is dad. Just letting you know that your grandma's fine. She's released and Mom and I decided that we'd follow her back to her house and just stay there to make sure she's okay. We'll see you two tomorrow morning and make sure to let your brother know." I respond, "Alright dad, we'll see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone and explained to Aiden what our dad had just told me. He replied, "I guess it's just you and me tonight." Those words we like magic to my ears. I could feel my heart racing faster, just imagining the possibilities. As I adjusted my seating, I tried to hold everything in. I just wanted to jump on him, rip off those clothes and remove that distance that separated. But I knew it couldn't be that simple; I had my take my time. I had to slowly push Aiden towards me without having him push back. I needed him to want it just as much as I did so that when that moment would finally come, it would be well worth while. But as I examined my brother right in front of me, I didn't know how much more I would be able to take. Brother to Brother Ch. 02 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. * Aiden and I continued to talk a little bit, but when the conversation was running dry, I knew that nothing was going to happen. I decided to leave and try to control myself from doing something he didn't want. Just when I was about to get up, Aiden shocked me with a question, "Carter, going back to your story, you said that the next morning you woke up next to some girl...Was she your first?" Surprised at the subject matter, I told him the truth, "Yeah, Aiden she was. And I don't remember any of it. I just woke up half naked next to her, with a used condom on the floor and the biggest headache I've ever had. So I slipped out of bed to avoid the awkward conversation to follow and I never saw that girl again." Following my honesty, Aiden explained a story of his own, "I'd to say that I had better luck with my first time, but I didn't. It was with this girl that I'd only known for a week, and I never really considered going that far with anyone. It happened so fast, really. One minute we were talking, and then next minute she was telling me that she was ready to lose it. So I brought her in here and we just did it. We were only in here less than 30 minutes before she got dressed and left without saying anything. And just like that, I wasn't a virgin anymore." I continued to listen to Aiden's story and was surprised at his newfound honesty. We had told each other most everything in all our years, but somehow sex was something we kept to ourselves. After all, when I was having sex, Aiden was far too young for me to be sharing. I was glad that we could finally open up about this touchy subject and now, I was willing to tell my brother anything he wanted to hear. I just knew that I had to tread carefully, trying not to end up drowning in my own words. He continued on, "I'd like to say that I left it at that, but you know me." I interrupted, punching his shoulder, "Aiden, the kid who's always had a million thoughts running through that tiny little head of yours. He punched back, "And it's those million thoughts that have me looking for something beyond the heaving breathing and touching." Wanting to see where this will lead, I asked him, "What do you mean?" He looked over at me and explained, "I mean that all I've ever had was something purely physical. I meet a girl then we move forward and end up just doing it. It never meant something more than a couple nights of physical activity. There wasn't any passion; there wasn't anything more than two kids wanting to do the deed." I leaned back, ready for the long spiel that was about to come. Knowing Aiden all my life, I learned all about him. He always spoke with such intelligence, digging deep and seeing things beyond what they appeared to be. He talked about everyday situations with such poeticism that everything sounded so profound and beautiful. I could just stare at him talk all day, seeing him go off subject and get lost in his own words. I knew that I had to snap back soon before he'd give me one of his famous lectures about day-dreaming and not listening to him. I listened as he continued to speak, "I know I'm probably reading too much into this, but for me, sex is supposed to mean something. It's supposed to be about two people taking things to new heights by being connected in a different sort of way. Here I was thinking that maybe I just needed to find the right girl, but it's as if every other girl is just the same as the firsts. I just want to feel something. Does that make sense?" I looked over at my brother, gave him a comforting smile and replied, "I get you Aiden. You just need to be patient cause that feeling that you want to experience, with that person that's meant to be with you, it's out there; they're out there. You'll find it someday little bro. I'd like to say that I've experienced it, but I'm still waiting." Aiden smiled, and then continued to look off into space, "I guess I'll just have to keep searching." I playfully replied, "I guess you'll just have to fuck everything girl out there until you find the one." Aiden darted back, "You've always been the eloquent brother." I laughed then continued to tease, "I'm just glad that I won't have to hear any more of your little 'sex-capades'." Aiden gave me a confused look, and then asked, "Carter, what are you talking about?" Knowing I couldn't take my statement back, I explained, "Aiden. We've been living in rooms right next to each other since I turned 13. And frankly, the walls aren't as thick as you think. I could hear everything: all the music you play, the loud phone conversations you have, and every girl you've ever brought back. Trust me, I know more than you think I know." His eyes grew bigger as he listened to my confession, "Wait, what? You can hear everything? Well, why didn't you say anything earlier? Damn, Carter!" I laughed a little, trying to ease his frustration, "Calm down Aiden. I just chose to keep it to myself cause I didn't want to ruin anything for you. Most of the time, I was already half-asleep when you'd bring someone back. The other times, those sound-proof headphones would really do the trick." Still dumbfounded, Aiden continued to question me, "Wow. So all this time our rooms were separated by paper-thin walls and I never knew. Wait, Carter, does this mean that mom and dad could hear me too?" I put my hand on his shoulder and reassured him, "No, Aiden, they couldn't hear anything. See, when you were still very young and I went through that phase of learning how to play instruments, Dad had their room sound-proofed so they wouldn't be bothered by all the noise. And when I eventually gave up learning, they didn't bother to take down the panels." Aiden breathed in relief, then raised an eyebrow and asked, "Wait. If you could hear all my escapes, then how come I could never hear any of your conquests? Don't tell me you've been celibate all this time!" I laughed, "No, no. See I knew I couldn't just bring home girls while my fourteen year old brother was dreaming away. So I always waited for the right times: when you'd sleep over at a friend's house, or when you, mom and dad, would take a trip up to see grandma...Glad to know it all worked." Aiden shook his head, "You've always been the sly one, Carter. But don't think I'm just going to let you off easy for not telling me about the walls." I proclaimed, "Ignorance is bliss, bro." I gulped, knowing that if I was going to man-up and make a move, I needed to do so now. Aiden's guard was finally down, he was sharing personal things with me and we were starting to bond even more. I just wanted to break free from every inhibition, lean into him, and plant a strong kiss on his lips. I could feel my dick stir in my pants and I started to fantasize about everything I would do to him if I had the chance. Trying to regain control of myself, I shuffled a little. Seeing my movements, Aiden asked "Everything alright?" I swallowed, trying not to make anything too obvious, "Yeah. I just..." I cut myself off before I could finish that sentence. I paused for a few minutes then finally replied, "It's nothing." Aiden leaned in closer, examining my face, "I'm not buying any of that. What's on your mind Carter?" I gulped again, feeling a slight nervousness fall down throughout my body. Aiden was so close to me that I could feel the residual heat from his body on my skin. He kept staring at me, trying to figure out the reason for my weirdness. I finally looked up and for a split second, our eyes met. I looked into his striking green eyes and could see him looking back at me, as if reading my soul. My heart pounded inside my chest as I brought my hand to the base of his jaw. My movement was so fast that he didn't even notice me touching him until I leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. The moment our lips touched, I could feel an electricity transfer over to me. I could feel his soft lips against mine for the brief moments that they touched. The kiss that felt like it lasted hours was over in a matter of seconds. Aiden pulled away, regaining his breath and standing up. As moved back, I knew that I had crossed that line. I had broken that sibling relationship that we had built for so many years. I had finally let my urges get the better of me, and although I wasn't prepared for the aftermath of my actions, I simply wanted more. But as Aiden looked at me with an anger in his eyes, I knew that I had done something terribly wrong. Brother to Brother Ch. 03 Chapter 3- The kiss that started it all DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. I'm going to be writing these next chapters from both perspectives to allow Carter and Aiden's inner thoughts to be well known. I hope you guys like the new format and can keep up with the story like this. Also, I plan on keeping the story at this pace; I don't want to rush it, so please just bear with me. I usually upload a new chapter right when the previous one is approved. Brother to Brother Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Carter and Aiden take things to new heights. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series includes sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. Thanks for the great feedback on the first three chapters! Don't worry this one isn't the end. I'm an amateur writer so it feels great to know that you guys actually like my stuff. I'm planning to continue this series for a few more chapters as well as write another series which I will reveal pretty soon. Brother to Brother Ch. 05 DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. Brother to Brother Ch. 06 Chapter 6- Carter is just full of surprises. Brother to Brother Ch. 07 Chapter 7- Their perfect weekend comes to a close. Brother to Brother Ch. 08 Chapter 8- First comes love, then comes their new life. This is the final chapter of the Brother to Brother series. I would like to thank all of you for supporting my story and falling in love with the Carter and Aiden as I have. Stay posted for the continuation of The Chase. Also, I will be writing a new series based on a character from one of my other stories, so look out for that. Thanks for your support and feedback. CARTER Aiden looked at me like I had gone insane, "Whoa, slow down Carter. Now tell it to me again." I took a deep breath then repeated myself, "Well I've been thinking a lot about how you're going to college, I'm starting my internship and how our time is running down. And then it hit me, why don't we move in together?" He shook his head, "Because it's not that simple! We can't just move in together like some modern-day couple. It's crazy! Carter, you know that I love you, but even you know that this will never work!" I grabbed his arm and reassured him, "And why wouldn't it? I already have an apartment and I'm signing the lease next week. You've seen the pictures, it's beautiful and more than enough space for me! I even looked up your school and it's a few blocks from my place. " He shook his head once more, "And what do we tell people? That we're a pair of brothers who are shacking up? And what about rent? A place that beautiful has to come with a hefty price tag! I-I just..." I rubbed his arms and looked into his eyes, "We won't have to tell anyone! As far as they know, we're just two brothers living together...that's it! Mom and dad would be happy that you're living with, your brother and not some stranger. And as for rent, I already called up the landlord and when I told him that my brother was moving in with me, he was thrilled! Turns out he's a big family man and he even lowered the rent a little because of you! Look Aiden, you can try and find as many reasons as you want that tell you this wouldn't work...or you can get on board with the idea and with me." Aiden looked at me, flashed me his famous smile, then leaned in for a kiss. He ran his fingers through my hair and spoke, "Okay. I'm on board. You seem to have this whole thing figured out and I believe in you...I believe in us." I hugged him tight, not able to contain my joy. I kissed him on the cheek and exclaimed, "I'm so happy you're agreeing to this...Now all that's left is to talk to mom and dad." AIDEN Our parents arrived shortly after Carter and I finished talking. We greeted them, exchanged small talk and asked how things were this weekend. Just then my mom looked over at me and asked, "Aiden, you look like you have something on your mind? What is it honey?" Mom always knew when something was up. I took a deep breath and confessed, "Well mom and dad, I have some news. I decided that I'm going to accept the admission for that Art school in the city and I'll be starting there in the fall." A smile appeared on my father's face as he rested his hand on my shoulder and spoke, "Congratulations son. Your mother and I, and your big brother over there sure are proud of you." Mom chimed in, "Yes we are sweetie. We always knew you had a talent and we're just happy to see you pursuing your dreams!" She then looked over at dad and admitted, "Geez honey, what are we going to do? Pretty soon both our boys will be leaving and we'll have an empty nest!" Just then Carter spoke up, "Well mom, that's actually what I wanted to bring up to you two. See Aiden's school is only a couple blocks from my work and the apartment I'm renting. And so, I came up with the idea of Aiden moving in with me. I mean that way he won't be alone in the big city by himself and I can take some of the ease off." I looked to see our parents nodding as he continued, "Plus, you'll be saving a couple grand every year that you'd put towards getting him a dorm room. This way he'll be staying with family and he'll be able to save up." I interrupted, "And once I start making some money of my own, I'll help Carter with the rent, groceries and other expenses." Dad broke his silence and agreed, "That would be a significant savings. Now Carter, have you talked to your landlord about all this?" Carter nodded and explained, "Yes sir, I have. He was thrilled to have two brother's living in the unit, being the family man that he is. He even lowered the rent a little!" Dad shook his head in agreement then replied, "Well. It looks like you two have really thought this through. We trust you, both of you. And Carter, I know that you'll take care of your little brother here." Carter and I had huge smiles plastered on our faces when my mom chimed in a last time and asked, "Aiden, honey. You're sure about this?" I took a little time to think to myself about whether or not I actually wanted to go through with this. And as I looked over to Carter who had the biggest smile on his face, I knew that yes, I was sure about all of this. I looked over to my mom and confidently said, "Yes ma'am, I'm sure." Dad stood up and placed himself between me and Carter, putting his arms around us and asking, "Honey, when did our boys grow up? It seems like just yesterday they were playing the backyard. Now they're going to be living together: Carter's going to be interning at this law firm, Aiden's going to be a Art school. The time sure does fly!" Our mom joined the embrace and noted, "Well we did raise them right. I trust my boys." We shared a hug, kissed our mom on the cheek and went upstairs. We stood in the hallway, still in disbelief at how everything was turning out. I looked around, saw that no one was there and gently pushed me against the wall, giving me a sweet kiss. He pulled away, making sure that it went unseen and commented, "And think, next week, when we're moved in, we won't have to worry about anyone seeing us. The place will be ours: no interruptions, no distractions. Just you and me." I resisted every urge to kiss him again and replied, "That's the way it's always been." He put his arm around my shoulders and walked me to his room, "And that's how it will always be." CARTER To say that moving out of my parent's house is bittersweet would be an understatement. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Hell, part of the reason that I chose a school so close to home was so that I wouldn't have to move away. But as I packed up that last box and looked around at my old childhood room that was now empty; I almost felt like putting everything back in its place. I knew that I needed to be strong about this: I needed to let Aiden know that I had no doubts...I needed to be the rock in this situation to keep us both grounded. It hit me hard when I closed the trunk, kissed my parents goodbye and drove off down our old street. Aiden was calm, but noticeably happy. He took me by the hand and reassured to me, "Let's start this new chapter." And from then on, every doubt in my mind subsided. As I pulled into the street of our new apartment, I looked down and completely forget that I was holding Aiden's hand the entire ride there. I parked the car and leaned over to him, gently waking him up. He opened his eyes and sighed, "Are we here?" I nodded, "We just arrived." He stretched his arms, "Alright. Wake me up when you've unloaded everything." I laughed and nudged his side, "Get your lazy ass up and help me with the boxes...half of them are yours!" He teased, "Someone's bossy! Is it too late to go back to mom and dads?" I retaliated, "It sure is. Now you're stuck with me." He opened the door and shook his head, "Just my luck." We walked into the apartment and spent a good twenty minutes just walking around in disbelief that this place was actually ours. It took a few hours, but eventually the once empty space was turning into our new home. After running around in room after room and unpacking box after box, Aiden and I finally had the chance to just together and take a breather. He took a breath and shook his head, "We did it. It took a little while, but this place actually looks great." I rubbed his arms and confessed, "You know, I was actually pretty scared when we left mom and dad's...I was worried that we'd get here and I'd just want to go right back and forget everything." I leaned in and kissed him, "But know now, for sure, that everything will work out in the end." He nuzzled his face into my chest and licked gently took my nipple in his tongue. He looked up to me and asked, "God, I forgot how good your skin tastes. How long as it been since the last time we...played?" I let out a sigh as he ran his tongue along my sensitive nipples and down my chest, "5 days, four hours and too many minutes." He made his way down, kissing my abs, "That long? Fuck, Carter, we need this. Both of us." I quivered as he gripped my cock in his hand, "You're telling me! I love mom and dad for helping us pack up our old rooms this past week, but we had no time together!" He started to slowly jerk my cock as I exclaimed, "God, I can cum right now if I really wanted to." He stopped and looked up, "Please don't. Let's make all the waiting worthwhile." I bit my lower lip as he continued, "So, I take it we're going to play a rousing game of who sucks who." He squeezed firmly and raised an eyebrow, "Who says we need to take turns?" I gave him a wink, "I like your thinking, little brother." Aiden then got up and lied down on the new carpet in our living room. I stared at him for a little bit, admiring the specimen of man that was lying down stark naked on the floor of our living room. For the past week, I was forced to see him only as Aiden: my brother, but as he lied down with his cock in the air, throbbing for my mouth and as he bit down on his lower lip, telling me just how horny he was, I now saw him as the love of my life. I pranced on him and eagerly took his cock in my mouth, sopping up the long strand of pre-cum that stained his shaft. I was so overwhelmed at being able to finally taste his thick uncut cock that I let out a soft moan as I felt him engulf my cock with his mouth. I slowed down for a minute and took everything in: the sweet taste of Aiden's cock and the manly smell that came off his body. Suddenly our actions intensified and I had to pull off Aiden's cock for a little to let out my load moans as I felt him sucking me. I was in heaven, as my eyes rolled back and I felt close. I pressed on Aiden's chest, telling him to stop as I commanded, "Aiden, I-I can't...Please fuck me. He sat up behind me, running his hands along my torso and lightly pinching my nipples. He gently ran his tongue along my ear, nibbling it as he whispered to me, "How bad do you want it?" I let out a moan, and cupped his ass, "I want it so bad! Please, little brother, make love to me." And without a reply, I lied on my back and threw my legs in the air. I started to jerk myself as Aiden spat on his hand and smeared it all over my puckering asshole and started to loosen it up. It only took a little toying until I was ready, and Aiden certainly knew. But he chose to keep fingering me just to toy with me. God, he was going to make me work for it. After a few deep fingers and a little bit of begging, he finally lined his cock up to my ass and slowly slid it in. I threw my head back, letting out a load moan as I finally felt him inside me. When he was all the way in, I placed my palm on his abs and looked up at him, commanding, "Give me your all. Don't hold back." And he took those words to heart. Almost immediately, Aiden was pounding me with full force, leaving me swaying on the floor, shouting out in ecstasy. My breathing resulted to short bursts as I felt him pressing up against my sweet spot time and time again. He was giving my aching ass exactly what it wanted, and based on the looks he made, he wanted it too. Aiden stared directly into my eyes the entire time, letting me know that he was in control, and that as he thrust into me, I was all his. I brought my hands around his back and pulled him close to me, begging for embrace. We took a break from our moaning and screaming, bringing our lips together into a passionate kiss. He then slipped his tongue into my mouth and I could feel him panting as he held me tightly. I rolled my eyes back, ran my fingers through his hair and enjoyed the feeling of him inside me. We had been going at it for about 20 minutes, not losing any speed or intensity. Aiden had found that perfect rhythm and was fucking me with full force: jamming his thick cock inside my ass repeatedly. I found myself panting and moaning, throwing my arms behind me and feeling my dick flail about. I wished that we could do this for hours, but as I looked up, I saw that Aiden was close. He tried to hold out as long as he could, but with one final thrust, I knew that he was going to blow. I caught my breath and instructed, "Cum in my mouth!" With one motion, he slid out of my ass and bought his pulsating cock to my mouth, resting it on my tongue. And just as I felt the tip on my tongue, he let out a load moan and streams of his cum painted my tongue and blasted inside my mouth. I quickly tried to swallow, but it proved to be too much. I savored the sweet taste of his seed as he tried to catch his breath. He shook out the last drops of cum and spoke, "That's five days-worth of cum; five days of not being able to touch you like I wanted, not being able to be held in your arms or touching your skin. Promise me we won't ever go that long again?" I licked the cum off my lips and let out a deep sigh, "I promise that with you here, we'll never have to go that long ever again." He leaned down on me and I felt the sweat on his skin. Placing his tongue on my mouth, I felt him trying to taste his juice, but there was none left. He looked at me and playfully asked, "Carter, please tell me you're not too tired. I really want you to fuck me right now." He corrected himself, "No, I need you to fuck me right now." I flashed him a wink, "I guess now it's payback time." AIDEN You'd think that after over thirty minutes of raw, passionate love, I'd have my fill, but that certainly wasn't the case. With Carter, there is no pause or stop button. There's just something about the way that he looks at me, touches me and begs for my affection just with the intensity in his eyes. When I was fucking him, I saw how much he wanted it: how we craved for me and I just wished that he could give me the same satisfaction. I allowed us to catch our breath, then I lied back in the same position that he was in. I lifted my legs up and spread my cheeks wide as he brought his head down to my ass and started to lick around. The feeling of his warm tongue was enough to make me roll my eyes back in pleasure. I moaned as Carter dug his face in my hole and went to town. I brought my hand to the back of his head and played with his hair, "Carter, you don't know how good you make me feel." He then gave my ass a final lick and pulled away, giving my cheeks a little nibble. He knelt and I intently watched as he smeared his cock with spit, smoldering at me. Leaning into me, he aligned his dick with my ass and brushed his lips against mine, asking, "Are you ready for me?" I pushed his head to mine, forcing a strong kiss, and as our lips touched, he pumped his cock into my ass. I let out a loud moan as I felt his cock inside and firmly held onto the back of his head as he started to thrust. He interlocked our fingers, pushing our hands to the floor and letting me know that he was in control as he started to fuck me hard and rough. I just lied there, and felt him push his dick further and further into me, then pulling all the way out. Carter kept his lips on mine the entire time, allowing me to moan out and yell his name with every stroke. It was like sweet encouragement to him as I begged him to fuck me harder. His lips were like static as my entire body became sensitive to the touch. Slowly, sweat started to drip off his body and onto me, cooling me down from the motions. There we were on the living room floor: I was pinned down holding hands with him, my legs flailed in the air and my toes curled. I could care less if the neighbors could hear how intense we were; part of me actually wanted them to hear and know that he was mine, and I was his. Soon it all got to be too much: he leaned in warned me that he was close. I bit his lower lip and instructed, "Feed me" as he gave me his final thrusts and pulled out. His cock looked like it was about to erupt as he quickly stuffed it into my mouth. And sure enough, it would: once he was in, he blew his creamy load all over. His dick pulsated in my mouth and I felt streams of his cum shoot the back of my mouth and ooze down. He let out his last loud moans as I greedily sucked all of his seed and cleaned his cock dry. He pulled out and smiled as my eyes practically begged for more. He slowly raised me up and we stood there, holding onto each other for balance. He gave me a sweet kiss on the cheeks then assured me, "Now, there's nothing that can stop us; there's no holding back. It's just you and me." I chimed in, "That's how it's always been and will always be." He nodded and offered his hand, "Come lay with me in our bed. I know we just finished, but I'm dying to hold you close." I grabbed his arm in mine and leaned in close, "We just can't get enough of each other." CARTER And he was right. We walked to our bedroom and lied there, holding one another in each other's arms. He had held my hand tightly, wrapped his legs in mine and nuzzled at my neck. As I felt his warm skin, and his soft touch, I knew that this was all I ever needed. It's been about 10 years since that first night of the kiss: the kiss that started it all, and Aiden and I have not lost how we feel about each other. I'd love to say that things have died down and cooled off, but they haven't; we're just as intense, and passionate as we were all those years ago and I don't see it dying down anytime soon. But as our love stayed the same, things have changed. Aiden graduated from the Art University in four years and found a wonderful career working as an art consultant for a prestigious museum in town. We're all extremely proud that he followed his dreams and is able to do something that he loves. As for me, I worked my way through that internship and it was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But it wasn't in vain; about three years after I started there, I was offered the role of Partner at one of the top law firms in the state. There, I work to help those in need...and I can't picture doing anything else. Our jobs keep the two of us busy, but at the end of a long day, it's good to come home to him and hold him like I always have. We even took a little time off to travel the world at one point in time and we often talk about going back to those amazing places. But no matter how much money we make or where our careers take us, we know what matters and how to embrace that. We still make a point to eat at that diner every week in that same both, reliving our first date together. And every time we walk in, Miss Carly's face lights up and warms our heart. She's older now and we often tell her that she should stop working and enjoy her life, but she refuses. She says that as long as we keep coming back, she'll keep working. And we haven't stopped going back. One of the hardest aspects of our bond is that it has to be kept a secret. Aiden and I have talked about just coming clean and not worrying about what anyone would think; but that's easier said than done. So even until now, the full picture of what we are is still under wraps. To our parents, friends and landlord, we're just two brothers. But to Miss Carly and those who see us out together, we're the strongest of lovers. From time to time, it tears us up to have to keep quiet, especially to our parents. But we just can't ruin our family with our lives, so we figure that some things are better left unsaid. Aiden continually brings joy and happiness to my life with the way he looks at me, holds me and even begs for more. And I can't picture even just a day without embracing him and making love to the boy that I fell in love with all those years ago. He'll always be my little brother, but our relationship is more than family ties. In simplest terms, he's the one; he's the one person in the world that I was meant to end up with. There's a reason why we only played with each other as kids, and why we..."play" every single day since we've been together. It's because that we were meant to end up together: Carter and Aiden, brother to brother.