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Brothers Pt. 02

By: WoeIsMe



Thanks for the previous comments, I really appreciate it. I'm planning on continuing the series at least for five more chapters, if you all want me to continue. This one doesn't have a ton of smut, but the next chapter should be up really quickly.

*****

The drive home was awkward. Both of us were long-past our horny daze, and thinking clearly. I knew that I felt sick and confused; I couldn't imagine how my brother felt.

I drummed my fingers along the steering wheel, trying anything to fill the tense silence. I chewed my lip, and risked glancing at my brother. He was staring down at his hands, his bangs covering his eyes. 

When we parked at our apartment, I managed to say something to him.

"I'll grab the bags. Can you start dinner? Or we could just order something?" I looked at him, but he didn't look up. I climbed out of the truck, and went to the trunk to grab our equipment bags.

"I'm making macaroni and cheese." He called from the front steps. I heard him open the door, and he left it open for me. I sighed. 

We had to talk about what just happened. But what was I going to say? "Hey, sorry I took your virginity?" Shit. 

I don't even know how I feel about it. It was definitely one of the best orgasms I've ever had. But that was probably just because it's been a while. But I couldn't decipher my feelings about Jesse. I felt angry that he enjoyed all those guys being around him, getting off for him. I know he enjoyed it when they came all over his face. It made me hot and angry and disgusted all at the same time. What was I supposed to do?

I headed inside and dropped our bags by the front door, locking it behind me. I headed into the kitchen, my stomach was rumbling, I needed something to eat. Jesse already had the water on, and was waiting for it to boil.

"It's not going to boil if you stand there watching it." I said, trying to lighten the mood. Jesse just sighed and rubbed his eyes. He sat at the dining table and didn't say a thing.

"Can we talk about it?" I asked quietly, sitting opposite from him. 

"I would rather we didn't Michael."

"Jesse, we need to." He finally looked up at me. I reached across the table, to take his hand, but then thought better of it, and recoiled. It may seem too...loving. "How are you feeling?" 

"Sore." He responded, chewing on his thumbnail. 

"Jesse..." I probed. I needed to know how he was feeling about it. It might help me understand better. I needed him to tell me he was angry and I needed to know how truly angry he was at me. God, I wanted him to take it out on me. This silence was agonizing. 

"Ashamed, alright? I feel ashamed." He said, dropping his hand to the table and looking down again. Ashamed? That's not what I expected. Anger, sadness, hate, confusion, that's what I expected. 

"Ashamed? Why Jesse?" He scoffed at me.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm ashamed because of how badly I enjoyed it all, how badly I wanted it all. Don't you see? I wanted all of those guys to fuck me, I wanted them to degrade me, I wanted them to use me. No one's ever wanted me like that before, Michael. I'm ashamed that you saw me like that, and I'm ashamed that you know. And then, worst of all, you fucked me. I didn't think you'd actually do it, but I was so turned on, I wasn't even thinking straight. I just wanted it to be over; I didn't want to have to look at you. But then, you were fucking me and I- I came. I came while my brother fucked me. Don't you understand how disgusting that makes me feel? God, Michael." He buried his head in his hands. 

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted him to know that he wasn't disgusting, that I felt the same as him when it happened to me.

"Jess...its okay. When it happened to me too, I was the same as you. I enjoyed it. And this time...when we...well, you know I came too. It had nothing to do with who I was fucking, I was just fucking, and that's all. It was the same with you wasn't it? It wasn't me, it was just the sensation. That's all. It's okay." Yeah. That made is sound alright. I didn't cum because I was fucking Jesse; I came because I was fucking. That's all. 

And as far as the anger and jealousy...I just didn't want to see my brother like that. But I did. And it's okay now.

"I just hate that it felt good." Jesse said, and he was crying. Just a few tears, and I wanted to wipe them off of his face, but I didn't think he would like the contact.

"Jesse, it's alright. Someone else will fuck you, and it'll feel even better. Seriously, it's alright. It was your first time. And now, we can just pretend like it never happened." Jesse nodded slowly, and the water started boiling. I left the table to put the noodles in.

I was glad we had talked; we had gotten a few things sorted out.

"Michael?" Jesse came to me and stood beside me while I stirred. "How often does that happen? Is it only when you get new members?" He asked, biting his thumb and looking down at the boiling water. I blushed.

"It happens every time we win a game. But don't worry; it's more like an orgy. No one has to participate. Next time, I'll just leave. It's alright. No judgement." Jesse chuckled quietly.

"Okay, Michael." 

And that was that. 

***

That night, I couldn't sleep. My cock was rock hard and begging for attention. I was trying to ignore it, but I just couldn't. Jesse was still up in the living room, so I couldn't watch porn. I guess this was a job for me alone. I sighed, not what I was really in the mood for.

I spat on my hand and slowly started jerking my cock as I lay in bed. I closed my eyes. I tried to think of a porn video I had watched just a couple nights ago.

***

The black-haired boy begins slowly twirling his tongue around my cock. He takes the head fully in his mouth and begins bobbing his head up and down. He takes all of me, his nose touches my stomach. I grab his hair and start face-fucking him. He gags on it, but doesn't make me stop. 

"Yeah, take my cock. Fuck yes." I moan quietly, speeding up my pace. The black-haired boy looks up and me, his green eyes meet mine and I can tell he's smiling around my dick.

"Get on all fours, you little slut." I say, smirking down at him. His mouth comes off my dick, and he gets on his hands and knees for me. I get on my knees to meet him on the bed. His skin is pale and creamy. I grab his thighs roughly, and hold him where I want him.

I lower my head down to his ass, and slowly let my tongue circle around his warm hole. He moans loudly, and I begin flicking my tongue in and out of his warmth. He cries out, his legs shake slightly beneath him, but I hold them steady.

"Fuck me Michael. I need you inside of me, please." He begs, his arms collapsing underneath him. He rests his head on his arms, and his ass sticks up in the air, inviting me. I grab my dick and start moving it along between his cheeks, taunting him.

"Please Michael. I need you so badly. Just fuck me. Don't tease, please." I obey, and ram my hard cock into his tight hole. He cries out in pleasure. I begin fucking him, finding a rhythm we both enjoy. He cries out obscenities and my cock plunges deeper and deeper into him. 

"Yes, Michael, yes!" He screams, backing himself up on to me, fucking himself on my dick. I grab his blonde hair with one hand and his hard dick with the other. I jerk him, faster and faster. His cries get louder and louder as his orgasm grows.

"I'm cumming, Michael!" He groans, and bucks against me for a few moments. My own orgasm is almost at its peak.

"Get over here, Jesse." I order, pulling his blonde hair to me. My brother looks up and me and opens his mouth. I ejaculate thick ropes of cum all over him, covering his forehead, hair and cheeks. He swallows all he can, and then smiles up at me.

"You're the best big brother in the whole world, Michael." He pops my dick into his mouth for one more brief moment, cleaning it for me. I fall back onto the cushions of our bed, totally spent.

***

My cum covered my chest as I rode my orgasm out. I was panting as I grabbed some tissues from the bedside table. I cleaned myself quickly, threw the tissues onto the nightstand and fell asleep.

Brothers Pt. 03



The next day, we had a baseball game, and everything was back to normal between Jesse and me. We backed our equipment bags and headed to the field. We were both in a good mood, laughing and getting along with one another. We ignored yesterday, and we were fine.

The team was up against a rookie team, it was an easy win. As we were changing, I looked over at my brother.

"I think I'm going to head home pretty early tonight." He looked at me and nodded. And that was all I needed to say. 

***

I was right. We beat the team by over ten runs. We didn't even play bottom of the fifth. 

To be honest, I was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to get to spend the night with my team. My libido was going crazy. 

When we got to the locker room, the boys didn't even bother with the pleasantries, they were already stripping. Ricky came up to me first, and pulled my face to his. His lips moved against mine, and I let his tongue enter my mouth. I moaned as he grabbed my cock through my pants, and started thrusting into his hand. Ricky's mouth left mine and began to travel down my neck. I opened my eyes.

Jesse was staring at me with a look I couldn't decipher. Anger? That must be it. 

"Hey, I can't stay tonight. I have to get going." I told him, pushing him away. He frowned.

"Why?" He asked, not releasing my cock from his grasp. He kept rubbing it slowly, and I found it hard to focus, but Jesse's eyes were burning into me. The rest of the team was already naked. It was only Ricky, Jesse and I who still had our clothes on. 

"I promised my girl I'd be home early." I lied. Most of the team identified as straight, they just sort of pretended that what we did in the locker room never really happened. I knew they would buy it, most of them had girlfriends. 

"I'm sure you could stay a little while." Tyler said, walking towards me with a smirk. I remained adamant. 

"Nope, sorry. I'm leaving. Maybe next time." I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the back door. A couple of the guys groaned as I left, which made me feel slightly flattered. I headed for my truck. I sent Jesse a quick text, telling him I'd meet him around the corner. I didn't want to make him walk home with his equipment bag after what he was about to go through. 

I drove around the corner and parked in a deserted alleyway. My cock was rock hard. Fucking Ricky. I started rubbing my hard on through my baseball pants. I moaned quietly. I wasn't usually one for masturbating in public places, but I couldn't help it. My brother would probably be at least an hour and my cock was throbbing. And I'm not going to lie, it kind of turned me on, the possibility of getting caught. 

I pulled my dick out of my shorts and started stroking it. I shut my eyes.

My brother was probably on his knees with all those hard cocks surrounding him right now. I bet he had one in each hand and two in his mouth, the dirty cock-slut. I wonder who'll end up fucking him. I wonder if he'll tell me. 

I tried to get my mind off of what my brother was probably doing in the locker room right now, but I just couldn't. 

Jesse's taking a cock up his ass right now. He bounces up and down on Tyler's dick, stretching out his tight asshole. Tyler's grabbing his hips and plunging his large cock into my desperate brother. My brother's cock grows harder with every thrust.

Simon moves over to my brother and pulls his Jesse's face to his erect dick. Jesse takes as much as he can. Simon moans as my brother's hot wet mouth encompasses his entire cock. Jesse makes loud slurping sounds as he sucks Simon's dick. 

Tyler fucks him without mercy and Jesse's moaning like a little cock whore around Simon's dick. My brother offers his hands, trying to get as many cocks as he can. Ryan and Mark eagerly grab his hands, and my brother's jerking their hard pricks quickly. Andrew and Kyle are on opposite sides of my brother's face. They slap his cheeks as he sucks off Simon, trying to get Jesse's attention. 

Ricky, feeling left out takes the opportunity to grab my brother's soft feet. He holds them together and begins thrusting between the arches, moaning loudly. 

Jesse's nearly screaming in ecstasy as the team uses all of him. He bounces eagerly on Tyler's thick dick, desperate to feel Tyler's load fill him. 

Simon cums first, pulling out of Jesse's mouth to shoot his thick load over my brother's face. Mark and Ryan come next, shooting all over his hands and chest. Andrew and Kyle paint his cheeks and forehead with their cum, moaning loudly. Jesse climbs off of Tyler and takes his position on his knees, with his head up. Ricky abadons my brother's feet and rubs his dick over Jesse's cum-covered face, before he finally comes in my brother's hair. Tyler sprays his load all over my brother, coating his chest, face, and hair. Jesse's jerking off furiously as our team mates blow their load on his pretty face. 

Jesse, finishes himself off while the others watch. He curls his legs over his head, and begins taking his own cock down his throat. It doesn't take long for his orgasm to build. He jerks his length rapidly as he takes his head into his hot mouth. He explodes all over his face and in his waiting, hungry mouth, catching his own cum. He swallows and slowly unravels himself. His face and chest are covered with spunk. He looks me in the eyes.

"Your turn, big brother." He says, and opens his mouth for me.

I explode, shooting thick streams of cum all over the steering wheel. I jerk myself to completion, moaning loudly. My final drops of cum trail slowly down my shaft. 

I sit there for a few moments, catching my breath. Jesus fucking Christ. 

I grab a few tissues and clean off my cum from the steering wheel before it drips off. I stuff the tissues in my back pocket, and tuck my dick back into my pants. Fuck, that was a good orgasm. 

What the fuck was wrong with me? This was the second time in less than twenty-four hours that I'd cum to images of my brother. The third, if you count actually fucking my brother. 

Am I attracted to him? Yes, he's attractive. He has a great body, good features, but he's my brother.

Does that matter?

It bothered me. Hopefully this phase would pass soon. I was probably still in shock from yesterday. That was all. This would go away soon. 

But I felt sick to my stomach. 

What were those guys doing to my brother? Was he going to get hurt, physically or emotionally? Was he able to handle himself? Even though my brother is eighteen, I still worry about him. I love him and care about him, and I don't want to see him get hurt. I don't want to see him get used, either. 

And frankly, I didn't want anyone else fucking him. 

My phone buzzed, it was Jesse. He was on his way out. I did a quick scan again to make sure I didn't miss any cum or anything, but I was good. 

Jesse arrived with his hair a mess, and his clothes ruffled. He didn't have a smile on his face though.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked, putting the truck in gear, and pulling out of the alley.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, shrugging, biting his nail again.

"Did you have fun?" I asked, glancing at him sideways. He nodded.

"Can I ask who you...you know, or is that too personal?" I looked out the windshield. I wanted to seem uninterested.

"Mark fucked me." He said casually. For someone who just lost their virginity, he seemed pretty cavalier about who his partners were. Mark wasn't ugly but he definitely wasn't the hottest guy on our team. His dick was a good size though. Maybe that's why. 

We drove home and had an uneventful night. Jesse went to bed early, and I hopped into the shower. 

I needed to talk to him about how I was feeling. Jesse and I were always able to talk to each other about anything. We always helped each other sort things out. I needed him now, more than ever. 

I realized in the shower that I was jealous. Very jealous. The idea of other boys having sex with my brother infuriated me. I should be that person. I love him more than anyone else. I needed to ask him to stop fucking the team. I would stop too. 

I couldn't tell him why though. That would be the hard part. If I told him I was jealous, he might get the wrong idea and think I was in love with him. 

Am I in love with him?

Oh God, I don't know what to do. 

I dried myself off, and pulled on a pair of boxers before heading to Jesse's room. I knocked gently on the door. No answer. 

"Jesse?" I called, opening the door slowly. He was asleep. I walked towards him. The blanket was only half on him, wrapped under one of his legs. He was naked. I looked over at the bedside table, there were some rolled up tissues on it. My cock jumped. 

"Jesse?" I said in a normal volume. He didn't stir. I knew he was a heavy sleeper. He was laying on his back, the majority of his body was exposed to me. I gently grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it down slowly. I pulled it down to his thighs, taking him in.

His penis was flaccid, but it still had some size. I wanted to have the oppourtunity to see it when he was fully hard. I hadn't really gotten a chance to appreciate it the other day, I'd been focusing on just getting it over with. I took a deep breath.

I slowly moved my hand to his chest, and felt the smooth, hard ridges of it. My hand travelled over his right nipple, and I tweaked it gently. I watched his face, no reaction. I moved my hand up towards his face, and brushed the hair away from his eyes. My cock was begging for attention. I dropped my boxers to the floor, my eager dick sprang free. I moved my hand to his. His hand was warm and soft. I imagined what it would feel like, wrapped around my dick.

I moved my hand from his and started jerking my cock slowly, cautiously. If my brother woke up, there would be no way to explain what I was doing. But I couldn't help it. I needed this. 

"Jesse." I breathed quietly, as I sped up the pace of my hand. I could already feel my orgasm building. This was so wrong, and filthy and I fucking loved it. 

"Jesse, fuck." I breathed again, as I sped up the pace further still. My free hand played with his soft hair, and I closed my eyes. I could feel my orgasm. I was so fucking close.

I bit my lip to stifle the groan as I came. My spunk spurted all over my innocent brother's chest, my hips jerked and I couldn't breathe. My load was huge. I stood looking at my brother, panting. I grabbed the tissues from the side of the bed and wiped my sperm off of his chest. I put the tissues on the nightstand with his. 

I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Jesse. I just can't help it." 

With that, I left his room, shutting his door gently behind me. I went to bed feeling guilty and disgusted. 



Brothers Pt. 04



A/N: Thanks for all the comments on my previous submissions. Enjoy!

*****

The next day we were back to normal. Whatever normal means. We were laughing and joking around with each other. My brother seemed like whatever had gotten him down yesterday wasn't an issue today. And it made me happy to see him smiling again. 

I still feel guilty about what I did last night, but I figure what Jesse doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I won't ever do it again. That little phase of my life was over, it had to be.

Jess and I headed out to our game, and we talked about stupid meaningless things for most of the ride. But when we were about five minutes away from the field he got kind of quiet.

"Michael...I was thinking, maybe, if you, well, I mean, if we win, like you could stay. It wouldn't be a big deal, you know? Like it's not like we'd even be looking at each other, really. If you want." He finally muttered, twirling his thumbs together and looking out the passenger window, away from me. 

I was shocked. I paused for a second.

"Where is this coming from?" I asked quietly. God, had he been awake last night? I felt sick to my stomach.

"Well, I just figured you know, this was your team, and I just sort of came in, and now you can't...you know. It doesn't seem really fair. That's all." He said, blushing. He still wouldn't make eye contact with me. I let out a sigh of relief. 

But why was he offering this to me? I hadn't told him I was gay. I mean, no one else on the team was gay. It was just something we did once in a while. And I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I like women. I just did this sometimes. That's all. I think. He couldn't think I was gay. My brother knew me better than anyone, and if he thought I was gay, then I must be.

God, I couldn't be a fag. If Dad found out... And besides, how could I be Jesse's protecting big brother if I was gay? How could he look up to me if I was gay? I was supposed to be the normal one. He looked up to me because I was the normal one. I was perfect, athletic, a ladies man, I got good grades. Oh God. Both of us couldn't be gay... God, if Dad found out we were both gay and living together... I shuddered. I had to be normal, for Dad, for Jesse and for me. 

"You know I'm not queer, right?" I blurted out. Now it was my turn to stare out the window and avoid eye contact.

"What? Yes, I know. I mean, it's just something you do to blow off steam or whatever. Right? Of course you aren't gay...you're...better than that." He murmured. 

Our parents had ingrained in us a few basic things before they (ironically) divorced. They taught us that love was between a man and a woman, anything else was wrong. They also taught us about the gender binary, men had to be men, and women had to be women. That was that. 

When my brother came out to me, he was so afraid that our parents would find out. And he was afraid that I would hate him. I didn't, of course. I don't care if other people are gay, I just can't be gay. Having sex with a man is one thing, being able to be in love with a man, well, that's completely different. Or at least, that's what I tried to convince myself.

Jesse hates being gay. I know he can't help it. He can't help hating himself, it's what our parents taught us. Jess doesn't hate other gay people, but he hates himself. If I were gay, I would hate myself too. That's why I can't be gay. 

"Yeah, exactly Jess. I just do it to blow off steam." I said, quietly. 

"Sorry to bring it up. I mean, you probably don't even stay normally, even if I wasn't there. I didn't mean to assume anything." Jesse said quietly. God, I didn't want him to feel bad. Of course I stayed. I stayed every chance I got.

"No, Jesse. I stay all the time. Finding a girlfriend out here is hard and time consuming, you know what I mean? It's fun too. I mean, I'm not gay, but that doesn't mean that male intimacy grosses me out. A fuck is a fuck." I responded, trying to sound calm and detached. 

"You think they're different? Having sex with a guy and loving a guy?" He asked, biting his nail.

"Of course they're different. Being in love is being in love, fucking doesn't always need to have some emotional attachment. And you know I'm straight, but I screw guys all the time. You're really okay with me sticking around tonight? I'm kind of pent up." I responded. He smiled at me. I knew my logic was flawed, but I couldn't help it. I needed some way to rationalize everything. This was the best I could come up with anyway.

"Yeah, it's alright." He said. I parked the truck and climbed out. We were grabbing out equipment from the trunk, when Jesse turned to me and asked: "Do you think being gay is a choice?" 

I paused. Science had proved that being gay isn't a choice. You can't choose who you fall in love with. You can choose who you fuck though, but fucking a guy doesn't make you gay. I didn't know how to answer.

"You can't choose who you love, Jess." I said simply. He nodded and we headed to the locker room to get ready for the game.

***

Between one of the innings, a cute girl in a crop top had handed me a piece of paper with her number on it. Her name was Jennifer, and it was all written in her overly feminine handwriting. It was perfect. I'd call her tomorrow, hopefully get some dinner, and spend the night at her house. 

With all this confusion around my brother I was really starting to doubt my heterosexuality. I mean, I liked fucking guys. A lot. But, if I took a girl home maybe I'd be able to prove to myself that I really was straight. Besides, I'd told my team a few days ago that I had a girlfriend, so I kind of had to deliver on that front. 

But, I couldn't really think about girls right now. My team had won the game, and with the blessing of my brother, I was getting some action tonight.

Like yesterday, by the time I got to the locker room, the boys were already naked. This time, when Ricky came up to me, I didn't hesitate or pull away.

His tongue darted into my mouth, and I began undressing myself. I pulled my jersey off roughly, and threw it to the floor. I needed this. Ricky was the perfect cock whore, he could take it rough, and that's how he'd get it tonight.

When I was finally undressed, I pulled away from Ricky, only slightly.

"Get on the floor, slut." I ordered, taking his hair in my hands, and pushing him down. He complied willingly. Within seconds my erect dick was in his mouth, and I was thrusting into him. I looked around the room.

Tyler, Simon and Ryan are in their own world. Ryan's on all fours, getting face-fucked by Simon, while Tyler ass fucks him relentlessly. Mark and Kyle are sitting together on a bench watching the threesome, jerking each other off. 

Andrew was only maybe two meters away from me, with my brother. And I couldn't look anywhere else. Andrew was face-fucking my little brother roughly, his hands tangled in my brother's blond hair. I watched with lust as he forced his cock down my brother's throat. My brother's eyes were closed, but I could tell he was struggling a bit, he gagged on Andrew's dick. 

I grabbed Ricky's hair with both of my hands and started face-fucking him with the same intensity. It wasn't long before my entire length was in his mouth and he was gagging on my thick member. I began thrusting into him, and I was losing my breath. I knew I was close to climax, but I wouldn't let myself cum yet

. 

"Fuck yes! Yes! Take it, take my cock, you fucking faggot!" I shouted, throwing my head back. My eyes soon returned to my brother, he was taking Andrew's cock more slowly now, teasing him. My own movements slowed. My brother's eyes opened and he was staring right at me as he sucked Andrew's cock. I felt myself shudder with pleasure. 

"Ricky," I said, staring at my little brother, "get on your back." He obeyed.

I sunk to the floor, still staring at my brother. Jess and I didn't break eye contact. He began simply jerking Andrew's dick while he watched me. 

I pulled Ricky's legs over my shoulders and positioned myself at his unprepared entrance. I spat onto his hole, before roughly plunging into him. He groaned in pain and the violation, but then seemed to settle as I slowly pulled myself out of him. My brother and I were still staring into each other's eyes.

"Andrew," My brother finally said, looking away from me, "fuck me. Fuck me like the whore I am." My brother sunk onto his back like Ricky, and I watched Andrew eagerly join him. I turned my attention back onto my partner. 

I sped up the pace. Ricky's eyes were closed and his head was back. He was doing everything he could to fuck himself, meeting me part way as I slammed into him. He swore with nearly every thrust, and he began jerking his cock. I turned back to my little brother.

Andrew was fucking him in the same position I was fucking Ricky. I met my brother's eyes again. He looked desperate, and he began jerking himself off. Andrew began fucking him harder, getting closer to his own orgasm. 

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck, Mike, I'm so fucking close!" Ricky shouted. I looked over at him just as long, thick ropes of cum streamed from his erect cock. His chest was covered with cum, and it only fueled me more. I looked over at my brother, who was staring at Ricky and I. I think watching Ricky cum turned him on more, because his breathing hitched and he worked his hand faster. 

He arched his back, and never breaking eye contact with me, cried out. Jesse came with a loud moan, shooting his load all over his abdomen. It was enough to force my own orgasm out of me. 

I came inside Ricky, screaming with pleasure, while my brother stared at me. I jerked my hips a few more times, thrusting into Ricky's tight hole, before pulling out. Andrew pulled out of my brother and shot his load onto my brother's chest, and I couldn't take my eyes off the pair. 

Andrew stood up and walked away without saying anything, but my brother didn't move. I pulled away from Ricky and collapsed on the floor between the two boys. I could feel both Jesse's and Ricky's body heat and I had no urge to move. I was exhausted.

I had cum at the sight of my brother cumming. I had cum while looking into my brother's eyes. I should've cared, but I didn't. I was too tired. After a few seconds Ricky stood, he said something to me, but I didn't catch it, and he headed off to the shower.

I laid next to my brother.

"Thanks." I murmured quietly, so only he could hear. My hand slowly moved to his, and our fingers intertwined.

"For what?" He asked. We were both looking up at the ceiling. 

"For letting my join you."



Brothers Pt. 05



A/N: Sorry this one took so long to get out. I really appreciate all the feedback. Next installment should be up shortly.

*****

We had ended up showering, going home, and crawling into bed without dinner. Both of us were exhausted, physically, and emotionally. 

I didn't know how to work out the way I felt about my brother. I just tried to push the feelings aside and focus on other things.

I am straight. Completely straight. 

And, even if I was gay, which I'm not, I wouldn't be in love with my brother. 

I found the Jennifer's number scrunched up in my equipment bag, and decided to give her a call. She seemed easy at the game, she had been wearing a crop top and short shorts. And she wanted to go out with me based on the fact alone that I was on the baseball team. 

When I phoned her, she was more than willing to go out with me that night. I didn't have a game, or practice, and she told me she was off work. I guess it worked out perfectly.

"Jess, I'm going out in a couple hours." I told my brother, sitting next to him on the couch. He was relaxing, eating a bowl of cereal and watching some crappy evening sitcom. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I think they may've been mine, but I didn't care. We shared pretty much everything.

"Where?" He looked up from the TV, setting his curious green eyes on mine. 

"I have a date with Jennifer." I said, nonchalantly. 

"Who?" He asked, putting down his bowl of cereal.

"Some girl at the baseball game. I expect I'll be home late, so don't worry about waiting up for me." I said, standing. I had to get changed. 

"Are you going to bring her over here?" My brother asked. 

"Na, we'll go to her house. I'm not going to make you listen to my fuck-fest." I said, jokingly. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Wouldn't be the first time." He said.

***

Jennifer verged on the unbearable. Fuck, she was annoying. The only thing she talked about was how much she hated her physics professor, how much she hated her waitressing gig, and how sexy I looked in my baseball pants. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind the flattery, but after three hours of it, I was pretty much done. 

We'd gone out to the bar, and we'd gotten a couple drinks. We weren't anywhere near being smashed, but she acted like she was anyway. Did she think that I would find it sexy?

It was around ten thirty when we left, and she led me back to her house. I pushed her against the door and kissed her. She tasted like strawberries and alcohol. It was so...feminine. Too feminine. Her hands ran up my chest, feeling me, but I felt no urge to reciprocate. I felt her tongue flicking at my bottom lip, but I kept my mouth closed to her. 

I pulled away and we were both a little breathless.

"Why don't you come inside?" She asked suggestively, her hands still feeling up my shirt. I didn't want to. There was nothing about this girl that I found attractive. It wasn't even that I wasn't attracted to her, it was that she was too god-damn annoying. 

"I can't tonight, babe." I said, trying to sound somewhat upset about it.

"Oh, why not?" She jutted out her bottom lip like a child, and her hands moved gently down to my crotch. She started rubbing gently.

"I have a calculus test tomorrow morning." I lied, trying to pull away from her. 

"Oh, boo," She murmured sadly, "Well call me tomorrow, k?" She winked at me. I nodded and gave her a smile that I hoped came across as apologetic. Then, I headed home. 

God, she was annoying. And she thought she was sexy, which was even more annoying, because she wasn't. I sighed as I pulled away from her house.

Hopefully Jesse was already in bed, that way I could lie tomorrow morning and say that I had screwed her. 

Her house was only a ten minute drive from mine, so I got home quickly. It was almost eleven, and I doubted that Jesse would still be up. But as I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that the kitchen light was on.

I unlocked the door. I could hear moaning coming from the living room, and my cock became semi-erect in excitement. The moans were most definitely male. Had Jess invited someone over? I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. I walked into the living room cautiously. If he had invited someone over, I didn't want them to see me, I'd just sneak into my room.

But, as I poked my head into the living room, I saw that Jesse was just watching some skin-flick on the pay per view channel. He saw me immediately, and jumped in surprise. He swore and grabbed his discarded shirt to cover himself and paused the movie.

"Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be home so early." Jesse said, his cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. My cock was pressing against my jeans, and I felt seriously uncomfortable. 

"Sorry, turns out she's a prude. Who'd have thought, huh?" I lied. I swallowed thickly, unsure of what to do. I wanted to just join him, just climb next to him on the couch and rub one out. My cock was throbbing. I decided to just go for it. I mean, after all, we'd fucked in the same room, this wasn't really much different.

"Do you mind if I join you? I really need to get off." I said, walking over to the edge of the couch. My brother bit his lip and looked to the screen.

"I don't mind...but you won't like what I'm watching. You can choose something else, if you want." He said, hurriedly. He seemed so nervous and uncomfortable. He offered me the remote, but instead of changing the channel, I hit the play button.

"Let's see. " I said, turning to face the screen.

It was a pretty basic porno, nothing fancy. It was just two guys fucking, they were both only slightly muscular, which is what I was the most attracted too.

"No really, you can change it." Jesse said. He was clearly uncomfortable. Did he think I was judging him?

I ignored him and pulled off my shirt. I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor, before sliding off my boxers, shamelessly.

I sat next to him on the couch, careful to leave a good meter between us. I looked over at Jesse and he was looking to me for reassurance. He still hadn't uncovered his dick.

"Are you sure this is okay? I mean, won't people find this a little weird?" He asked, chewing his thumbnail.

"Are you going to tell people?" I asked, slowly stroking my cock.

"No." He said.

"Then if you're okay with it, and I'm okay with it, who cares? We're brothers, this isn't that big of a deal. Friends do it together all the time." I said, trying to convince both of us. Jesse nodded and smiled slightly. He turned back to the TV.

"Have you ever watched a gay porn before?" He asked, not looking at me. I could tell he was embarrassed, he thought I was straight. I wasn't ready to tell him I wasn't straight, so;

"There's a first for everything, right?" I asked, skating around the question. My brother nodded.

"Go on, Jess. It's okay. Are you still hard?" I asked, trying to encourage him a little. My brother nodded and slowly pulled away the shirt. He was still hard. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. My brother's penis was probably seven and a half inches, now that I'd gotten a better look at it. And it was pretty thick. He started to jerk it slowly, anxiously. 

I laid back onto the couch and tried to focus on the porno. I spread my legs a little wider apart, and my knee gently grazed his and I felt my cock jump up in excitement once more. 

"Sorry." My brother said, pulling his leg away from mine and blushing once again. He was so anxious.

"Hey, it's okay." I said. I looked back at the screen. 

Both of us were jerking our cocks rapidly, and I felt myself get close to climaxing a few times, but then I'd slow down my pace. If I edged, I knew it would be way better, and besides, I was determined not to cum before my brother. I wanted to see him get off, needed to see him get off.

I looked at Jesse. I knew he was having a hard time. He was nervous and embarrassed, and I felt for him. The skin-flick was almost over.

"Having some trouble?" I asked gently, glancing over at him. His blush deepened. 

"I just don't think it'll happen for me tonight." He said, avoiding my eyes. I bit my lip. 

"Do you want some help?" I asked, moving closer to him on the couch. He finally turned to face me. 

"What? No, I mean, you don't, I- I , you really, you don't" He babbled on and I eventually just reached out and touched his cock gently. He stopped babbling and his breath hitched instantly. I moved my hand slowly up and down his cock. 

"Do you have any lube?" I asked gently, my brother shook his head. I spat on my hand and placed it back on his dick and began stroking him once more. He sighed shakily.

"Oh, that feels so good." He sounded almost surprised. His hand gently rested on my forearm and he gripped it slightly. I liked the contact.

"Oh, Mike, you really don't need to do this." He murmured. His eyes were shut, but I could tell he was enjoying this. My hand moved up and down his shaft slowly, I wanted this to last. I could feel him becoming harder in my hand. His thick cock was smooth, and only slightly veiny, and I felt good stroking him off like this. 

The porn video ended and I shut the TV off with my free hand. I inched closer to him still, so that our thighs were touching. My brother leaned back against the couch, his free hand gripping a cushion fiercly, his other hand still on my arm. He let out a quiet moan.

"God, this feels so good." He whined, letting his head fall back slightly.

"Has anyone ever jerked you off before?" I asked, rubbing his thigh gently with my free hand. He shook his head and bit his lip, trying to silence whatever was threatening to spew from his mouth.

"Let it out Jess. Moan for me." I said quietly next to his ear. My hand gently cupped his balls, and at that he let out another soft moan. "Look at me, Jesse." I murmured, speeding up slightly. He opened his eyes and looked into mine.

"Mike, this feels so good," He breathed, "Can I touch you?" 

"Of course." I said. His warm hand left my arm and trailed up to my shoulder, he squeezed it gently. I was getting a little uncomfortable in the position I was in, so I released his cock. 

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked hurriedly, releasing my shoulder and pulling away slightly.

"No, no. I'm just changing position." I said, standing. I hooked my hands under his knees and pulled him so that his head was resting on the arm of the couch and he was sprawled across its length. I pulled his legs slightly apart and sat between them. I tugged his legs over mine, like I did the day I fucked him. Our cocks were almost touching, and we had more access to each other this way. His thighs were warm against mine, and they were sweaty, and I liked the feeling of his smooth skin against mine. 

I moved my dominant hand back to his cock and began stroking him again. My brother relaxed into the new position and shifted slightly so his ass was almost pressed up against my cock. My other hand moved to gently cup his balls once more.

"Oh, yes Michael. Please...please." He begged quietly encouraging my movements. I began stroking him a little faster, and he was becoming more comfortable. I leaned over him and our cocks brushed together, inciting a quiet moan from him. He reached up and his hands tangled into my hair, and I worked faster. 

I couldn't restrain myself, and I began rubbing my cock against his thigh, dry humping him while I jerked his cock. 

"Oh, oh yes! Please, Michael, please. Don't stop! Please don't stop!" He was begging me, thrusting into my hand, creating more friction between his body and my prick. 

"Mike, Mike, I'm going to cum. I- oh, oh, fuck! Michael!" He moaned loudly, shooting his load. His back arched up, and his hips jerked as his heavy ropes of cum shot across his stomach. He rested his head against the couch and slowly sunk back down again. I was leaning over him when he slowly opened his eyes. 

"Michael," He breathed, staring up into my eyes. 

I leaned further over him so that our faces were almost touching. My dominant hand moved to my own hard dick, and I started to jerk feverishly. My other hand moved to grip my brother's hair gently. 

I pressed my lips to his. He moaned against my lips, but he didn't pull away. In fact, his hands were still tangled in my hair, and he pulled me closer. His hips moved against me, and my cock rubbed against his. 

My tongue traced his bottom lip, and he granted my access to his glorious mouth. Our tongues danced together, and I had never felt more alive than in that moment. I was getting so close to my orgasm. I moaned into my brother's mouth, but as I felt my climax rising, I had to pull away to catch my breath. I rested my head into the crook of his neck and moaned loudly. His arms wrapped around me and held me against him. 

"Cum for me, Michael." He breathed. I was sent flying over the edge. I almost screamed as my orgasm exploded all throughout me. My toes curled, my teeth shook. 

"That's it Michael. Yes." Jesse breathed, holding me against him. Each rope of cum that spurted from my dick landed on Jesse's toned stomach. I don't remember a time when I'd had a more satisfying orgasm, especially one that I had given myself. I panted into my brother's neck as I rode my orgasm out. 

God, my brother wanted it just as much as I had. That was too fucking hot. 

My orgasm had ended, but I didn't move. Instead, I collapsed against my brother, letting my chest fall against his. I pulled my legs out from under him and spread them out onto the couch. His legs, in turn, wrapped around me gently. My hands moved from my cock and worked around his chest, and I held him to me. His hands gently stroked my hair.

As my brother and I held each other like lovers, I knew that I was indeed gay, and I didn't care. Not one bit.



Brothers Pt. 06



I awoke before Jesse. We were both still sprawled out on the couch, holding each other. I felt euphoria for a few moments. I was surrounded by Jesse, his smell, his skin, everything. God, I loved it. 

Jesse squirmed underneath me as he awoke. I looked up at him as he opened his eyes and took a deep breath in. 

"Morning." I said quietly. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to shove my tongue down his throat, pull his legs over my shoulders and fuck him senseless. I wanted to scream out that I loved him, that I'd always loved him. I was in love with my brother, and honestly I didn't care. I didn't care if it was wrong, I didn't care that I was gay, I loved him. 

"Morning." Jesse said quietly. He pulled his legs off of me and squirmed beneath me, and it became apparent to me that he was trying to escape. I climbed off of him awkwardly.

"I'm...uh, I'm going to go shower." Jesse said, walking briskly away from me. What was that about? Was he embarrassed about last night? I would wait until he got out of the shower, then I would talk to him about it.

I decided to head upstairs and get some clothes on. I grabbed an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats and pulled them on. I looked in the mirror, sizing myself up. 

My brown hair was dishevelled, and I had dark circles under my eyes, like I hadn't slept. I hadn't really. I had gotten a little darker since practice had started, and my skin had a nice glow to it.

I wonder if Jesse's attracted to me.

I left my room and walked past the bathroom. Jesse had been in the shower for a while. I was nervous. What if he was thinking about last night and was angry, or sad, or disgusted? God. It didn't even really occur to me that Jesse might not be into any of this. Was I pressuring him? 

I opened the bathroom door slightly, careful to be as quiet as possible. Jesse was in the shower, I couldn't see what he was doing though, the shower curtain was completely opaque. I bit my lip, and chewed on the skin. 

"Jesse?" I called. If he sounded alright, I'd just make up some excuse, like I wanted to know what he wanted for breakfast or something. If he wasn't alright...well, I'd figure it out somehow.

"Yeah?" He asked, he sounded a little breathless and slightly annoyed. But otherwise, he sounded alright.

"I was just wondering if you wanted me to start breakfast." I responded. 

"Sure." He replied curtly. I hesitated.

"Jess, are you alright? It's just you've been in here for a while." I chewed my lip again. Jess and I hadn't really talked since he joined the team, and we used to be so close. It killed me. He was probably going through something right now, I know I was, and we hadn't gotten a chance to talk about it with each other yet. I hoped he wouldn't push me away this time.

He sighed and shut the shower off. He held his hand out, and I gave him a towel. Jess climbed out of the shower with the towel around his waist, but I could clearly see a large lump under it.

"Sorry, I was just trying to... well, nevermind. Let's go downstairs." He said, looking defeated. I frowned. Shit, I'd just interrupted my brother trying to get off. Again. I felt a surge of blood head to my cock, and I resisted the urge to rip his towel off and fuck him over the bathroom counter. I left the bathroom and headed downstairs.

He met me in the kitchen, wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. I could tell he was still hard, but he'd tried to reposition his package in his jeans to make it less obvious.

We decided to have cereal, instead of cooking as we were both pretty tired. We ate awkwardly in silence. One of us had to break the ice. But it sure as hell wasn't going to be me this time.

"Look, about last night," Jesse said, "I mean, you didn't have to. I know that you're my brother and you want to protect me but you don't have to help me out that way." He looked apologetic and ashamed. I almost chuckled.

"I didn't do it because I felt like I had to." I said, taking another spoonful of my cheerios. He raised his eyebrow. "I like helping you out." I finished. My brother looked down.

"Really? You mean...you don't mind it...so much?" He asked, looking down at the table.

"Of course not. You're my brother, I'd help you out with anything. I don't mind. And last night was...kinda fun." I didn't want him to see just how much I enjoyed it, in case that freaked him out. He may only be okay with this on a non-committal type basis. 

"Yeah? You would do it again? And it would just be like...our secret?" Jesse asked, looking up at me with his curious green eyes.

"Sure Jess," I paused, "are you still hard from earlier?"

He blushed and swallowed thickly before nodding. I was starting to think that his cheeks would permanently be soft pink, but I didn't mind. It was quite cute.

I rose from my chair and walked over to his. I pulled it out from the table and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. He looked up at me in shock, and I leaned down and pressed my lips roughly to his. 

I didn't wait for him to grant me entrance this time. My tongue stabbed into his mouth roughly and his reciprocated the movements. He moaned into my mouth and his hands explored my chest greedily. I just held his hair, tangling my fingers into his soft, wet locks. 

Our hips started moving against each other's, I could feel his cock rubbing against mine and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth as we gyrated. I could feel myself getting breathless so I pulled my mouth from his and just focused on moving my hips against him.

I thought of the first time we were intimate together. Mark had gone up to him and kissed his shoulder and neck, and I felt instant anger and jealousy. This was my chance to undo that. 

I started roughly kissing my brother's neck and shoulders. I pulled off his shirt aggressively and threw it to the floor. My lips returned to his neck. I roughly bit into his skin on the crook of his neck, and he cried out, thrusting up towards me. I pulled my teeth out of his flesh and started sucking the skin, marking him.

Mine, mine, mine. He's all mine.

"Please, Michael." My brother murmured quietly, toying with the edge of my shirt. His hands explored up my torso, underneath the thin fabric, and I relished the sensation. I grabbed my brother's hair roughly once more and pulled his head back, kissing him again. 

When we finally pulled away again he looked me directly in the eyes.

"Michael, please, I need you now." He was begging me. I'd give him more than what he wanted.

I pecked his lips once more, before climbing off of him. I pulled my own shirt off and threw it to the floor. I dropped my pants and urgently climbed out of them. I knew my hard-on was tenting my boxers, and I probably looked a little ridiculous, but I didn't care.

I grabbed my brother's pants and tugged roughly. He lifted his hips, helping me, and I pulled his boxers off along with his jeans. I sunk to my knees and I was face to face with my brother's raging hard-on. 

I gripped his knees gently, and pulled him to the edge of the chair. I spread his legs and crawled between them on the floor. 

I spat on my hand before gently wrapping it around my brother's cock. He moaned immediately and squirmed beneath my touch. 

I started off slow, I wanted to hear him beg for it, I wanted to hear him moan. 

"Oh Mike, that feels so good." My little brother breathed softly. I smiled at his words of encouragement. I wanted to go further than we had went last time, I wanted him to experience all that I could and would give him. 

I leaned over slowly took his head into my mouth. My brother gasped at the unexpected sensation. I twirled my tongue around his head, flicking the underside occasionally. His hands immediately flew to my hair, and he gripped it gently. 

I continued to jerk his cock as I sucked his head, but didn't speed up. I wanted this to last forever. 

His cock tasted so good in my mouth, it was salty and sweaty. I dove my head further down his shaft, and he moaned loud and long. His dick was thick, it filled my mouth, and as I carried on, bringing more of his length into my mouth, I knew it would be a tight fit. I was amazed at how good my brother's cock felt in my mouth and throat.

He cried out as my nose touched is abdomen. I pulled my head up on him, before quickly sliding it down once more. His hands gripped my hair more tightly, but he didn't try to force my face down on him, he let me control the movements, which I liked. My brother was definitely submissive.

I started moving my head up and down his cock faster and faster, and his moans grew louder. He began thrusting his hips up into me, unable to control his own need. My dominant hand moved to his balls and I cupped them gently, rolling them in my hands. 

"Please Michael, please." He begged me, his voice rising and going higher in pitch. I looked up into his perfect green eyes and I could see how fucking close he was. 

"Please, I'm so close." He whined, thrusting up into my mouth. My throat was going raw, but I didn't slow my urgent pace. I wanted his cum. 

"Mike, fuck! That feels so fucking good! Don't stop!" He cried. He began thrusting harder and faster and I could feel my throat constricting. I was choking on his dick, but I didn't want him to stop. I let him take the lead, and he fucked my face without abandon. I could feel his balls tightening in my hand.

Finally, he screamed, and his hot warm cum filled my throat as he exploded inside of me. He thrust up into my mouth, hard and deliberately, cumming with every thrust. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but the extra jizz leaked out of my mouth and onto my brother's cock. 

He finally slowed his thrusts and stopped completely as his orgasm died down. He was panting and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. His jizz and my spit were running down my chin and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. I licked the rest of his cum off of his pelvis, cock and abdomen, before resting my head on his thigh. I was breathless; so was he.

His hand gently played with my hair while he caught his breath. I squirmed uneasily, as I was even more aware of my own cock, begging for attention.

"God, Michael" He breathed, "that was fucking amazing." 

I looked up at him, smiling. I rose up further, and he leaned down and I kissed him. Our tongues moved against one another and we stared into each other's eyes. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't get my own release soon.

I pulled down my boxers and started jerking myself while I kissed my younger brother. Fuck, I loved him, I loved him so fucking much.

"You want me to...?" He asked, gently reaching down to my cock. I moaned at the contact. I climbed up onto my brother once more, so I was straddling him, and let his hands work. 

"Yeah, Jess. Fuck, jack me off. Jack your brother off." I murmured into his ear while his hand moved up and down my cock. He pulled his hand off briefly to spit on it, and I whined at the loss. But in a matter of seconds, he was jacking me off again.

"That feels so fucking good." I breathed into his shoulder. I kissed the wound on the crook of his neck while his hand worked. I began moving my hips to the rhythm of his hand, trying to fuck myself more.

My brother's pace was slow, and as I increased the speed of my hips, his hand slowed further. The little fucker was teasing me.

"Don't tease me Jesse." I ordered him. He just chuckled and continued his slow assault. 

"I like it when you beg me." He said softly, looking into my eyes. I responded by kissing him, roughly. I don't beg, I order. 

"Fucking jack me off Jesse. Make me fucking cum." 

Jesse obeyed. His hand sped up and he stared into my eyes while he jerked me faster and faster. I groaned, resting my head on his shoulder, unable to support myself anymore. I could feel my orgasm growing in my balls. My stomach clenched.

"Yes, Jesse, yes!" I cried. And I came. My cum shot past his hand and onto his chest.

"Yes, cum for me, cum for me." He urged, pumping my cock, milking it for my cum. I convulsed as rope after rope of cum shot from me. I was panting by the time we were finished, every inch of my body tingled with satisfaction. 

We stayed like that for a while, me sitting on my brother, his arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. 

"I think I need to have another shower." He murmured, gently running his hands through my hair. I smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Mind if I join you?"



Brothers Pt. 07



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*****

In only a few brief moments our bodies were pressed together under the warm water. Both of us were exhausted from our previous orgasms and the hot water felt fucking fantastic. 

Jesse was in front of me, facing me while the hot water poured down on us. I was scrubbing his chest gently washing away all traces of my cum while I pressed soft kisses on his neck. My brother's hands rested on my shoulders.

When I was sure his chest was clean, I let my hands explore his body more. They trailed down his back, and I squeezed his ass cheeks, causing him to let out a quiet moan. 

"Can I touch you?" He asked nervously. 

"Of course." I murmured, rolling his ass cheeks in my hand. God, he had a nice fuckable ass. It was smooth and round, and felt great in my hands. 

I thought back to the day I'd fucked him. It had happened so fast I hadn't really gotten to appreciate my brother's beautiful body. 

He really was beautiful. His blonde hair wasn't long, but it was long enough for me to grip, and run my fingers through. Jesse's eyes were closed, as his thick black lashes formed crescents on his pale cheeks. His soft, pink lips were upturned in a small smile. His soft, young body shuddered in delight as I ran my hands across him.

Jesse's hands trailed down my chest and his fingers curled in the soft brown hair there. His fingers gently grazed my nipples and I moaned softly at his tentative, unsure movements. When we got really horny, it was almost like we were in a trance, and nothing mattered, there was no right and no wrong. But when we could still think clearly, we were both anxious about touching each other. 

I was anxious Jesse would reject me. And I think Jesse was afraid he would do something wrong. Or maybe he was unsure he really wanted to do the things we were doing. 

As our bodies were pressed together in the shower, our hands exploring each other's bodies, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. There were so many things wrong with what we were doing.

But God, I'm in love with him.

I'm so, so, in love with him. More than just a brother. More than just as a lover. I loved him with all my heart in both ways. And it was going to tear me apart. 

"Michael?" Jesse murmured, and I was brought back to the present. 

"Yeah, love?" I spoke softly.. Jesse's hand started stroking my dick and I felt my lust beginning to take over. The part of me that loved Jesse as a brother started fading into the background, as the part of me that was in love with him forced its way to the forefront. 

"I'm glad we talked today." He said quietly. 

"Hm?" I couldn't focus on a damn thing he was saying. I just didn't want him to stop what he was doing with his hand. 

"I mean...so, we're kind of like...fuck buddies?" He asked tentatively. His hand slowed. My heart sank. Fuck buddies? Was that it? All of this hard work, all of these weird emotions and the only thing I got from it was a no-strings-attached fuck buddy? I'd rather fuck Ricky, at least that wouldn't result in this stupid mind fuck.

"Yeah, I guess so Jess." I mumbled. The water was starting to turn cold, and it was clear that Jesse wasn't planning on following up with the handy, so I was ready to leave the shower. What was the point of ogling his body when it would never be just mine?

"So, what does that mean? Like, we won't tell anyone, and we'll only be with each other when we need to, type thing? What happens if we win a baseball game? Do we stay, do we leave? I'm sorry, I just don't know how these things work." He said apologetically. 

I reached behind him and turned the water off. We climbed out together and each wrapped ourselves up in a towel. 

"Yeah, well we for sure can't tell anyone. If Dad found out-"

"Oh God, we can't tell Dad!" Jesse said hurriedly.

"That's what I just said, Jess." I said, rolling my eyes. We left the bathroom and headed towards my room. 

"I know, I'm just...reiterating. I don't want to be sent to bible camp again." He said, chuckling. I knew he wasn't really joking though. Our parents were psychotic.

"Anyway, I mean, if we are going to do this, I'd prefer if we were...somewhat exclusive. I don't want you fucking a whole bunch of random guys, it isn't safe." 

I also don't want you fucking a whole bunch of random guys because I love you and I don't do jealousy well. 

I didn't say that. 

"I agree. I mean, if Dad found out that I was-"

"Jess, you really need to stop caring so much about what Dad thinks." I cut him off, before plopping down onto my bed in just my towel. He sat beside me. 

"You don't get it. Dad's scary. If he found out that I'm a fag, he'd probably ship me away to the military or something. And if he found out about us...God, I can't even think about it. " He sunk down to his back, letting his calves dangle lazily over the side of my bed. 

"Jess, first off, you're eighteen, he can't send you away. You're an adult. Second, I'm not going to let him hurt you again, ever. Finally, you're not a fag. I'm not a fag. We're...gay. I guess. It's fine. Lots of people are." I straddled him, and rested my hands on his chest, sitting up straight. I stared down at his perfect green eyes, willing him to believe me, to have faith in me, have faith in us. He stared up at me, blinking stupidly. 

"Wait, you're gay?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. 

"Jess, last night, I gave up some prime pussy to come home and jerk off my brother while we watched gay porn. If that doesn't make me gay, then I don't know what does." I gently stroked his smooth chest, rubbing my fingers over the soft ridges of his ribs, his abs, and the silky hair that trailed down from his belly button. 

"And you're...okay with that?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows. 

I leaned down so that my face was just inches above his. "I am now." I pecked his lips a few times, and his hands slowly tangled in my hair. 

"So, if we're both gay, and we're exclusive, I guess we aren't really fuck buddies then, are we? More like...lovers. Except, we aren't in love...right Michael?" He asked, his green eyes again seeking answers in mine. I hesitated. 

"Right Jesse." I said quietly, before pulling his face to mine and kissing him once more. 

***

We left the house at around 11:30am to head to our campus library. I had to rent Beowulf for my English Literature course, and my little brother decided to tag along for the ride. 

I was feeling sick to my stomach. I was so confused. And horny. It was a bad combination.

I headed to the librarian's desk, and sighed. It was Ms. Neilson working today. God, she was such a cunt.

"Hey there, I need to rent Beowulf, could you tell me what section it's in?" I asked, smiling at her, trying to hide my obvious disdain. Jesse stood next to me, watching me. I think he found my hatred for her kind of amusing, but that was only because he didn't often see me angry. 

"Well, I suppose it would be in the historic literature section." She said. I clenched my teeth. 

"I understand that it is historic literature. Could you direct me to that section?" I asked. She started typing on her computer. 

"It looks like our copies are all taken out," she said, "the next one is due back next Tuesday." Well that wasn't going to help me. 

Ms. Neilson looked like my mother. She had a 

pointed nose and long brown hair. She was older than my mother, but not by much. And like my mother, she was a religious bitch. She hated me ever since I told her that I found Paradise Lost to be a bit overdramatic and ridiculous.

"Is there any way I could get my hands on a copy before then?" I asked, trying to sound like I wasn't completely fed up with her pretentious attitude. Jesse placed his hand on my hip, and started rubbing his thumb against my skin. It calmed me, but only a little. 

"Well, you could check the Anglo-Saxon section for a collection that may contain Beowulf. Third floor, to the right." She said curtly. I sighed. How did our library have an Anglo-Saxon section? What, did it have like four books in it? 

"Thanks." I said, sarcastically, turning.

"Next time, I recommend you get here before everyone else." She said, as I headed away. Really? No duh. Self-righteous bitch.

She might not even be that bad if she didn't remind me so much of my mother. 

"Hey, it's alright." Jesse said, walking up the stairs with me. He took my hand in his, and stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.

"I'm just under a lot of pressure right now. I totally forgot about this essay, and I can't use the internet, because I have to quote line numbers, and if I don't do a good job, I'm totally fucked. And the cunty librarian isn't making things any better." I said. Jess clucked his tongue a few times. 

We reached the third floor and headed right. The entire floor looked like it had been completely deserted and forgotten about. There was a layer of dust on practically everything. 

"Well, there is some good to all of this." Jesse said.

"Yeah, what's that?" 

We reached the A section and I started rifling through the books, trying to find something with Beowulf in it. 

"You're really sexy when you're angry." Jesse said suggestively. I placed the book I was holding back onto the shelf and turned to face him.

"Yeah?" I asked, pulling him closer to me, so our bodies pressed together. I ran my hands down his sculpted shoulders, onto his back. My arms wrapped around him and I held him against me. He looked up at me with his big green eyes before pecking my lips.  

"Yeah." I moved my hands to his soft, light blonde hair, and my fingers tangled in the tresses. I leaned down and connected our lips once more. 

His lips moved gently against mine, making soft smacking noises. His tongue entered my mouth, deepening the kiss. And I was pulling him closer, needing more of him. He moaned softly against my mouth, and his hands moved up my chest, under my shirt, feeling my torso. His fingers lightly traced my muscles, and as they moved upwards they played with my chest hair, exploring me. 

I turned us, so that he was pressed against the library shelves, and I held him firmly there. I grabbed his knees and pulled them up around my waist, never breaking the kiss. He squealed in surprise against my mouth. 

Our kisses became more desperate, more hungry. I found myself biting his lower lip, holding it between mine. His hands were travelling all over my upper body, feeling my chest, shoulders and back. 

"Fuck me Michael, I want you." He breathed. My cock was rock hard, I wanted to, I wanted to so badly. 

But I just couldn't. Not here. Not with Ms. Neilson two floors below us. Not in a near silent library. I knew my brother would scream. I knew I probably would too. 

"I can't, Jess." I said, dropping him softly. He looked up at me, his green eyes filling with confusion.

"What's wrong?" He asked. 

"Someone might catch us." I replied, shrugging. My brother looked down at the floor, biting his lip. Then a small smile spread across his face, and he sunk to his knees.

"Well then, you keep a lookout." He said, smirking. His hand slowly massaged my cock over my jeans. I wasn't sure about this, but my body was speaking louder than my mind, so I didn't stop him. 

He unzipped my jeans and pulled then down with my boxers. My cock sprung up, almost hitting him in the face. He chuckled.

"Awfully excited, aren't we?" He asked, taking my cock in his hand. He began jerking it slowly, tantalizingly slow. My head fell back, and I squeezed my eyes shut, letting out a soft groan. 

God, this felt good. It was even better that Jesse had initiated it. He worked his hand slowly, tentatively. I glanced down at him and noticed that he was nervous. 

"Jesse, this feels so good." I murmured quietly, hoping it would help boost his confidence. He smiled up at me. 

"I'm sorry, I just don't have much experience with this. Just tell me what you want, okay?" He said, working his hand a little faster. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock and he used it to help lubricate me. 

"Jess, you're doing great." I mumbled, letting my head fall back once more. I could feel his hot breath on the tip of my dick as he jerked me. It only added to my excitement. 

"Jess, can you put it in your mouth?" I asked quietly. I moved my hands to his hair, weaving my fingers into the soft locks. He hesitated.

"I might be bad at it." He said.

"Jesse, as long as you don't bite me, whatever you do is going to feel like Heaven." I urged. He chuckled softly. I looked down at him again.

He held my cock firmly with his hand and moved his face closer to my prick. I bit my lip. He looked up at me, smiled, and then his tongue flicked onto the head of my cock. I moaned instantly. 

It swirled around the head, before he enveloped the tip of my cock completely. His tongue traced the underside of my head. My breath hitched. His hand started jerking me off once again, and it sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body. 

I gently stroked his hair as he pumped my cock with a steady rhythm. His head began bobbing deeper onto my cock, taking more of me into his mouth. I closed my eyes once more, focusing on the wonderful sensations. 

"Talk to my Michael, tell me what you want." He breathed, jerking my dick. I swallowed thickly. 

"Take my cock down your throat, Jess. Suck your brother's dick." I said quietly. His mouth enveloped my dick once more and he moaned, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. His head bobbed up and down my cock, working in perfect unity with his hand. Each time he went down he took more of me into his mouth. 

He slurped and sucked my cock and my excitement grew with every thrust. My fingers locked into his hair, and I was guiding him down, further and further. 

"Yes Jesse, take my cock!" I moaned, trying to be as quiet as possible - not succeeding very well. I began thrusting into him, forcing more of my meat down his throat. He choked on my cock, but it didn't stop or slow me. 

"You like being face-fucked by your brother, huh?" I asked, beginning to fuck his face without abandon. He couldn't answer, so he moaned around my cock. His hand was pumping at a feverish pace, his head was bobbing just as fast. He was taking more than half of me down his throat. He was gagging and choking and slurping and the noise only made me more reckless. 

"I love being face-fucked by my brother, make me your fucking whore. Cum in my mouth." He responded, jacking me off. I forced his head back onto my cock and pushed more of my cock down his throat. His hand left my dick and moved to cradle my balls, sending me into a sea of complete ecstasy. 

"Yes, are you going to swallow my load? Are you going to take your big brother's cum?" I asked. I held his face still and thrust my dick in and out of him rapidly. I looked down at him, and he was looking up at me, his big, green eyes met mine, and I exploded. 

I groaned as quietly as I could, my whole body jerked and convulsed with my orgasm. My eyes rolled back, my toes curled. My brother gagged as my cum hit the back of his throat, but he didn't pull away. 

"Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you." I moaned as I came. 

My orgasm slowly died and I felt like I would collapse, I was weak in the knees. My brother swallowed my cum before he looked up at me with an innocent, loving smile. 

I pulled my pants up, and Jesse stood. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and pulled me down slightly so he could reach my mouth. His lips pecked mine a few times, before he squeezed me to him in a hug. 

"Mm, let's find that book." He said.



Brothers Pt. 08



A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. A girl I work with had to go in for surgery and I've been covering her shifts. The next installment should be up soon. This series is almost complete. I really appreciate all the comments.

*****

We couldn't find it at the campus library, but we did find it in the city library. I got the last copy. I was one lucky bastard. 

We got lunch out and by the time we got home it was 2pm. I immediately started working on my essay, and Jesse was a good little brother and left me alone. I didn't really want him to, but we both knew I wouldn't be able to focus with him there. 

Around 10pm Jesse came into my room with a bowl full of mint chocolate chip ice cream. He set the bowl on my desk before moving behind me. His hands trailed down my chest, and his face was on my shoulder.

"I think you've earned a break." He murmured, pecking my cheek. He pulled away and sat on my bed. I grabbed my ice cream and turned in my chair to face him. He was wearing just a pair of blue boxers. 

"You know you're the best little brother in the whole world? Honestly, I thought I was going to shoot myself if I had to write another sentence about Beowulf, the Epic Hero." I said, taking my bowl and beginning to eat. 

"It's your fault for taking English Literature." He said, laughing. 

"Only chicks take that course. I thought it would help me pick up chicks." I shrugged with a small chuckle. 

"We see how well that worked." Jesse said, stretching out on my bed. He laid on his stomach with his head near the end, facing me. "I guess you didn't know you were gay until after you signed up, huh?"

"I think I was just resisting it." I replied. 

"But you can't choose who you love, right?" He asked, propping his head up onto his hand. 

"Yeah, that's right Jesse." I wanted to know if Jess was open to...well, me. If he could love me. "Do you think that's good Jesse? That you can't choose who you love, I mean."

Biting his lip, he said, "I don't know. I mean there's a lot of bad things out there about love, you know? Like...when people have sex with horses." He said, before laughing. 

"You know that's not what I meant. I mean, well for example, what about...incest? Do you think it's bad, what we're doing?"

His dark blond eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched up in contemplation. 

"It doesn't feel bad. But, I guess it is. If anyone found out..." 

I set down my half-finished ice cream and sighed deeply. 

"What?" Jesse asked, noticing my depressed demeanor.

"I'm just tired." I lied. 

Jesse crawled up to the top of my bed and sat on his knees. He patted the space beside him and smiled at me. 

"Come to bed, then. We can go right to sleep." 

I smirked. "What makes you think you can sleep in my room, huh?" I shut the door and stood against the frame, next to the light switch. 

"Hey, I gave you a blowjob today. And ice cream. That means I don't have to sleep by myself in the cold tonight." He made a fair enough argument. I flicked the light off and kicked my jeans off. I tossed my shirt to the floor before heading to the bed. 

"Jesse, you're fucking freezing." I said as I crawled next to him under the covers. 

"That's what I'm saying Michael." He responded. He pulled my arm over his waist, and backed closer to me, so that we were spooning. I tenderly grazed the soft skin of his toned stomach. 

We lay together in the darkness for a while. 

"I love you so much Jess." I said quietly. I waited for a response, but it was too late, Jesse was gone. 

***

The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. Sunlight was streaming in from my bedroom window and my eyes watered as they adjusted to the bright yellow glow. 

I headed out into the hallway to try and search for my little brother, but as soon as I walked past the bathroom, my unasked question was answered. He was in the shower. It made me excited just thinking about it. I walked in casually.

"Morning!" Jess chimed when he heard me enter. 

"Morning, love." I responded, heading to the sink. I began brushing my teeth.

"Michael, can I ask you something? Well, two things. Not including this." He babbled, poking his head out from behind the shower curtain. I spat out the toothpaste and turned to him. 

"Of course. What's on your mind?" 

"Can I have a kiss?" He asked, smiling at me. I chuckled, walking towards him. My fingers curled in his wet blond hair, and I pressed my lips to his. His tongue tenderly traced my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth, letting him enter. I sucked at his tongue as our lips passionately moved together. His hand grasped mine and he began pulling me closer.

"Whoa, slow down there, tiger." I breathed, leaning down to drop my boxers. I climbed into the shower, the hot water splashing against my cold body. 

"What was the other question?" I asked my brother as I stood under the shower head, letting the water cascade down my body, warming me. He smiled at me, and wrapped his arms around my neck. 

"It can wait." He responded, pulling me down to kiss him once more. 

I moaned against his lips as they moved against mine. It started off tender and slow, but quickly progressed until both of us were panting against one another, but neither of us knew how to let go. 

My hands travelled across his smooth, creamy skin, grabbing at him, pulling him closer towards me as we kissed. 

"Can I touch you?" Jesse asked desperately, continuing to peck my lips as he squirmed in my hands.

"Jesse, I'm yours." It was a plea; I needed him to touch me. One of his hands rested on my neck, where he held my face to his. The other travelled down my chest, tenderly stroking my hair there. 

Our cocks rubbed against one another as we kissed in the shower. I was already hard before I climbed into the shower, but now cock felt like it was aching. God, I needed him. I really couldn't wait any longer. 

I gently pushed my brother to his knees. I didn't need to ask him to take care of me. Within seconds his tongue was swirling around the head of my dick. 

I moaned as his head bobbed down onto my cock. He began pumping my dick with his dominant hand, jerking what length he couldn't fit into his mouth. His other hand moved to my balls and he fondled them. I squeezed my eyes shut and my head tilted back, as I let out another loud moan. 

"Jesse, you're so fucking good to me." I murmured, fisting his hair, pulling him further down onto my cock. He let out a deep moan, sending vibrations along my dick. He gagged as my dick pressed against the back of his throat, but he didn't try to pull away. 

The hot shower water cascaded down my back as my little brother blew me. My body was warm and the shower water felt amazing. The bathroom was filled with the sound of the water gently hitting the tub floor, and the loud, primitive moans that forced themselves past my lips as my brother sucked my dick. 

"I'm so close, Jess, I'm so fucking close." I whined, pumping into his mouth, face-fucking my little brother. He pulled his head off of my dick, and I cried out. His hand continued to work my cock.

"I want you to cum on my face, Mike. Cum on your little brother's face." He begged as he jacked my cock. His big green eyes were pleading with me, begging me for my load. 

I groaned loudly as I came. My cum shot at my brother's face, painting his beautiful rosy cheeks white. My brother kept his mouth open as my thick seed coated his face. What he caught, he swallowed willingly. My entire body was convulsing and twitching as my orgasm died. My toes curled, my fingers gripped his hair even more tightly. I was panting. 

Finally, he looked up at me and smiled. 

"That was so fucking hot." I breathed, releasing his hair. He giggled. 

"Am I a good brother?" He asked, wiping my cum off of his cheek. 

"The best." I replied. He stood and pressed his lips softly to mine. 

"The water's getting cold. Let's go." Jesse said, taking my hand and leading me out of the shower. We dried each other off. 

As I moved the towel against his young body, I was filled with an all too familiar emotion; longing. I wanted to touch every inch of his beautiful young body, I wanted to give him everything he ever wanted, and more than that, I wanted to take all he had, his mind, body and soul. He's mine, all mine. 

I pulled Jesse's body against mine, his back was pressed to my chest. He whimpered quietly in surprise, but didn't pull away. His delicious ass rubbed against my cock. I pressed tender kisses to his shoulder blades, as my hands trailed down his chest.

My hands moved tentatively to his cock. His back arched immediately as I wrapped my hand around his dick. My other hand held his hip firmly, holding him in place.

"Yes, yes, oh please, Michael." He whimpered, as I slowly began jerking him off. It sent shivers of pleasure up my spine as he begged me. 

Pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, and I used it to further lubricate him as the pace of my pumping increased. 

"Hm, do you want to cum for me?" I asked, kissing his shoulder again. He merely whimpered and nodded eagerly, biting his bottom lip. One of his hands grabbed my wrist, the other grabbed the sink counter, steadying himself. 

He began moving his hips to the rhythm of my hand, rubbing my cock with his ass. I increased my pace further. God, I wanted to fuck him so badly. My brother let out a quiet groan as my grip on his cock tightened slightly, and I moved my hands faster, pumping his cock rapidly.

"Yeah, are you going to cum for me? Cum for your big brother, come on Jesse. Cum for me." I whispered in his ear. Suddenly he let out a loud moan, and his body jerked forward. I held him up firmly, wrapping my arm around his torso, pulling him to me. 

He panted, and cried out as his orgasm overcame him. 

"Fuck Michael!" He whimpered, his body spasming against mine. He whined as his orgasm died down, and finally, he slumped against me, and I released his cock. 

"Good boy." I murmured in his ear, wrapping both my arms around him and holding him against me. I let him catch his breath. 

"Want to go lay down?" I asked. He nodded against me, interlocking his fingers with mine. I quickly cleaned up his jizz with a towel and he led me to my bedroom, where we both collapsed on the bed, holding each other. 

"Mm, so what was the other thing you wanted to ask me?" I asked, stroking his back lovingly. He was lying on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder. One arm was wrapped lazily around me, the other was gently resting on my chest. His fingers absentmindedly stroked my chest. My arms were around him. 

"Hmm. I was wondering if you meant what you said in the library yesterday." He said, looking up at me through his thick black lashes. 

I swallowed thickly. I didn't need him to be more specific. My fingers froze against his back, my blood went cold. I had told Jesse I loved him a countless number of times, but it had never been in the throes of orgasm as he sucked me in the campus library. And I had never meant it the way I meant it yesterday. How did he feel about it?

"That isn't a question Jesse." I said quietly. 

"You're right." He said gently. Jess sat up, straddling me. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine softly before resting his head next to my ear.

"Are you in love with me?"



Brothers Pt. 09



"Are you in love with me?" I was usually the bold one, but in this instant I had felt like I'd lost my voice completely. 

"Do you love me?" I responded slowly, stroking his thighs tenderly as he straddled me. He pressed his lips to my cheek.

"Michael, I think I've been in love with you since the day I was born." He said quietly. I smiled up at the ceiling and then turned to look at him. My breath returned, my heart started beating again. 

"Thank God, Jesse." And I kissed him. It was a long, slow, tender kiss. A kiss between lovers. I wrapped my arms around his back, and slowly flipped us so that I was on top of him, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist. 

"Do you love me, Michael?" Jesse begged, his big green eyes staring into mine.

"I love you Jesse, more than anything else in this world." I responded, pressing my lips to his pale forehead. I held my little brother in my arms, pressing kisses all over his face, while he pulled me closer and closer to him. Our bodies intertwined. 

Jesse loved me. I loved him. Right now, that was the only thing that mattered. 

I kissed down his jaw, then continued down his neck. I could feel his pulsing veins beneath the skin there, and when I reached the bite mark at the base of his neck, I began sucking it tenderly. He moaned and squirmed in my arms, but I didn't let up my gentle assault on his neck. 

"You're all mine now, Jess. All mine." I said, aggressively. He whimpered softly, and his legs tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to him still. I could feel his dick press against my abdomen, and I smiled, and began gently rubbing my body against his, stimulating both of our steadily hardening members.

"Please Michael, I need you now." He whined, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips reciprocated mine, creating more friction between our cocks as need filled him. 

"Shush, calm down little brother. We have the next four years to figure this out. Don't rush it." I murmured. My lips trailed down from his neck onto his chest. 

"What happens after four years?" He asked quietly, his fingernails massaging my scalp lovingly.

"In four years we... I don't know, move to a really small town in Sweden where Dad and Mom will never think to look for us." I responded, chuckling into his soft, pale, skin. He sighed contently, and I continued my slow assault on his chest. 

My tongue ran over his nipple, and his breath hitched. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it tenderly, while Jesse squirmed beneath me. I moved my hand to his unattended nipple and began gently pinching it, gaging his reactions, seeing how far I could go. I took his nipple between my teeth and tugged it softly, inciting a soft moan from my little brother. 

I looked up at his face, our green eyes met. Jesse smiled at me, a shy, excited smile. I watched him as I moved to his unattended nipple. I sucked on it and Jesse threw his head back and let out another soft moan. Again, I pulled it softly between my teeth, and my brother's hips thrust upwards in excitement. 

My lips trailed down his chest. His body was warm and soft and beautiful. God, he was so beautiful. As I pressed kisses down my brother's warm, toned stomach, his hands left my hair and forcefully fisted the blankets. I chuckled at his eagerness.

When I finally reached his pelvis, I slowed my desperate kisses. I looked up at his face while I traced the v-shape down his stomach. I tenderly kissed his pelvic bone, my lips pressing against his soft blonde pubic hair. When I got down to his dick, I moved my head instead to his left thigh, and began kissing him there instead.

"Oh, please, please Michael, please." He begged quietly, his body squirmed underneath me, as he became less and less in control of his own need. 

I nipped at his thigh and he gasped. I didn't bite hard enough to leave a mark, but I wished I could. If anyone else ever got this close to him, they'd see; Jesse was mine. All mine. I kissed down his thigh, further away from his hard member.

"Please, please don't tease me. You don't know how long I've wanted this." He begged, his hand returning to my hair, gripping it desperately.

"You're so beautiful, Jess." I murmured, ignoring his desperate pleas for release. I wanted this to last. I looked up at him. His cheeks were rosy, and he had a thin layer of sweat covering his pale body. The inside of his thighs were pink. His large dick was sticking straight up in the air.

Finally, I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock. He let out a loud moan, and his hand tightened further still in my hair.

I moaned gently as I ran my tongue up and down his length. I flicked the underside of his head, my hand gripping the base of his cock. I bobbed my head down onto just his head, sucking on the soft skin. I could taste pre-cum oozing from his dick and I swallowed it greedily.

"More, oh please, please, more." Jesse begged me, jerking his hips upwards into my mouth. I groaned as his length hit my throat, and pulled my head off of him. 

I slowly began pumping his cock with my hand, leaning over it and letting my spit trail from my mouth and onto his cock. I jerked his cock at a moderate pace, and hungrily licked off the pre-cum that formed at his tip. 

"Michael, please." He whimpered, desperately jerking his hips, trying to increase the friction between his cock and my hand. 

"Tell me what you want Jesse." I said softly, rubbing his thigh with my free hand.

"Oh please, please, suck my cock. I need it. I need my big brother, please." My little brother whined. My own cock jumped in excitement as he begged me. My skin was flushed, my dick was rock hard. I didn't know how much longer I could stay in control, I wanted him so badly.

I bobbed my head down onto his cock, letting it fill my mouth. His head pushed against my throat, but I continued, taking more of him inside me. My jaw ached, but only slightly, as I took more and more of Jesse's length into my mouth. I moaned around his cock. My cheeks hollowed as I blew him.

Above me, Jesse was writhing in pleasure as I sucked him. His hands gripped my hair, and he thrust up into me, pounding my throat recklessly. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth was open, crying out, moaning for me. 

I slowly pulled my head off of his dick. He convulsed beneath me crying out at the loss. His hips were still thrusting upwards, so I gripped them and held them against the bed.

"Calm down, little brother." I murmured.

I moved my head down to the base of his cock again, but instead of sucking his dick, I held it away from my face. My tongue slowly flicked across my brother's hairless balls and he cried out again, arching his back. 

"God, Michael." He moaned, his legs twitching against me.

I took one of his balls in my mouth, sucking on it gently while fondling the other. My other hand slowly jerked my brother's dick.

My brother was panting above me, his hands fisted the blankets as I continued to bring him closer and closer to his orgasm, before I'd slow my movements and bring him back down again. 

I pulled away from his balls and sat up on my knees, looking down at him. I stroked his thighs lovingly, while he stared up at me, panting and whimpering. I leaned over him and pecked his lips.

"Can you get on your knees for me, Jess?" I asked him, pulling away. He scrambled up onto his hands and knees quickly, desperately. He pushed my comforter onto the floor in his excitement. 

"Please Mike, take me. Take me." He whimpered. I chuckled at his enthusiasm. Not yet. 

I grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezing them in my hands. They were soft and smooth and just fucking perfect. I leaned closer to my brother's ass, and gently caressed his asshole with my tongue. He moaned loudly and instantly and fell to his elbows, resting his head on the pillow.

My tongue moved over and around his tight hole, while he whined beneath me. I gently pushed the tip of my tongue past the tight sphincter, entering his ass.

"Fuck Michael." He moaned, his back arching again. I smirked, as I slowly began pushing my tongue further into his hole. He groaned as I tongue-fucked his tight asshole. His vulgar language only turned me on further.

"Do you like that Jess?" I asked smirking as I pulled away from him. 

"M-more, more." He cried beneath me, pushing his ass towards me. I chuckled, and returned to his hole. My tongue pushed in and out of his hole, slowly pushing him closer to the edge. He was cursing beneath me, moaning and speaking fast in a mad frenzy.

I pulled my mouth away from his ass, and spat on his tight hole. 

"You've been holding out on me, Michael. Fuck, give it to me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He repeated over and over again. 

I pushed my middle finger into his ass. He gasped sharply, and I kept my finger still, about an inch inside his hole, letting him adjust. After a few moments, I pushed into him. I kept going until my entire finger was inside of my little brother. Then, I pulled my finger almost all the way out, before shoving it deep inside of him again, inciting a loud moan. 

I could feel the little almond shaped bump inside his tight hole as I fucked him with my middle finger. I stroked it and my brother cried out once more. I kept going, pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm, and then I slowed and stopped my movements. He whined, his body shook with anticipation. 

I slowly inserted my index finger inside of him, careful to let his asshole adjust. I didn't want to hurt him, this was going to be different from last time, from his first time. 

I scissored my fingers inside of him, opening him up for me. He whimpered beneath me, spewing random phrases in quick procession, cursing and moaning into the pillow. 

"What do you want me to do to you?" I asked coyly, slowly pulling my fingers out of his hole. His ass clenched around me, trying hold me in. I couldn't fucking wait any longer.

"Please, I need my big brother, I need you to take care of me. Fuck me, please, please, fuck me." He whimpered. 

"Roll onto your back, love." I urged him. He complied quickly and willingly. He placed his legs over my hips, locking them behind my body. I leaned over Jesse and pressed my lips to his.

"I'm going to make love to you Jess, I'm going to make love to my little brother." I said, staring into his eyes. He shuddered in delight.

I leaned up again, and roughly grabbing his hips and pulling him closer to me. I spat on my cock before placing it at his entrance. I rubbed my head slowly over his hole, teasing him and Jesse held his breath. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed the head of my cock into his tight asshole. My brother's head flew back and he fisted the blankets once more.

His asshole clenched around my cockhead, and I moaned quietly. I let him settle for a moment, before I pushed more of my length inside of him. 

Jesse grabbed my arms and pulled me down, so that I was leaning over him. His legs wrapped around my back and he pulled me deeper inside of him. He gently grasped my hair with one hand and stroked my cheek lovingly with the other. Our green eyes locked.

With each slow, gentle thrust, I pushed more of myself inside him. Soon, I was bottoming out, my balls slapped against my brother's perfect ass, as we made love. 

Jesse panted beneath me, and he quietly begged me for more. He stared into my eyes, and my hands roamed his beautiful porcelain body, before finally settling on the bed just under his arms. 

I brought my hands to his face and held the underside of his neck, my thumbs held his jaw. 

I kissed him. Our lips moved eagerly, desperately against one another's, our tongues danced as we made love on my bed. 

"Y-you lied." He murmured.

"What did I lie about Jess?" I asked, panting into his ear. 

"You told me it could feel as good with someone else, but it'll never, never feel this good Michael, n-nothing will ever feel this good." He whimpered, staring up at me. I smiled down at him.

"You're mine Jess, all mine. I'm going to take care of you now." My thrusts became more desperate, more reckless as I felt my own orgasm approaching. 

I reached underneath me and rapidly started stroking my little brother's cock, while he cried out beneath me. He was writhing in pleasure, his body jerking and convulsing beneath mine as I pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

"I love you, Jesse." I told him. 

"Michael, I'm going to cum." He moaned, gripping my face in his hands. His eyes squeezed shut, his body arched up, and he screamed as his orgasm ripped through his body. His asshole clenched my cock, and I pounded into him, ramming my entire length into him as he came in my hand. 

Jesse looked up at me, shuddering as his orgasm slowly died down. His hands trailed down my body, resting on my ass and squeezing it in his hands. 

"Oh Michael, oh Michael." He whimpered as he tried to catch his breath. I was thrusting into him recklessly, pounding his ass for all I was worth. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, and I needed it. I needed him. 

"Cum for me, Michael. Cum inside me, please, I love you so much. Cum for me." He whimpered, looking up into my eyes. It was too much for me.

My entire body shook with the force of my orgasm. I groaned, my body jerked and I rested my head against my brother's neck. I pounded his ass roughly, spurting thick cum into his hole with every desperate thrust. My brother held me close to him as I came, gently squeezing my ass and whispering into my ear. I felt like every cell of my body was vibrating with pleasure and sexual satisfaction. 

When I finally finished climaxing, I collapsed against my brother's body, spreading his cum onto both of our chests and stomachs. I felt tears prickling at my eyes, but I blinked them back. My brother's arms wrapped around my back, as mine did the same to him. We just lay there, holding each other as we tried to catch our breath.

After a few moments, Jesse's hand left my back, and it disappeared over the side of the bed. He pulled the comforter onto us. Even though the morning sunlight was shining through my bedroom window, we had no trouble falling asleep in each other's arms. 

If we had been awake, we would've heard the phone ringing. We would've heard our father leaving us a message, telling us that'd he be arriving soon.



Brothers Pt. 10



I opened my eyes slowly, faintly aware of the aggressive bangs that were echoing around our house. 

Jesse was still underneath me, so I pressed my lips tenderly against his jaw. We were wrapped in each other, his legs still locked firmly around me. He opened his eyes slowly.

"What's that?" He asked, groggy. I rested my head in the crook of his neck. 

"Mm, no idea. Maybe they're doing something next door." I said, before beginning to suck on his neck. He moaned softly beneath me, his fingers tangled in my hair. 

The banging stopped. I continued sucking on my brother's neck, grinding my hips against his. I was so ready for round two. 

My cell started ringing, and I groaned and pulled away from Jesse, cursing under my breath. I sat upright, between Jesse's legs and reached for my phone, flipping it open with an exaggerated sigh. 

"Hello?" I said dully. 

"Son! Where are you? I'm outside, let me in." 

I think in that instant I was paler than Jesse. My blood froze in my veins.

"Be right there." It was a whisper. I turned my phone off.

"Who was it?" Jesse asked, sitting up, placing his hands on my shoulders, rubbing my arms tenderly. I looked into his green eyes. 

"Dad." 

We just looked at each other, not moving. And then, in unison, both of us scrambled off the bed. I began pulling on whatever clothes were nearest to my bed, and so did Jesse. 

"No, Jess, go shower. Seriously, right now." I told him, before running down the stairs. Jesse would blow our cover. Especially with my cum still in his ass.

I threw open the door, breathless. 

"Hi Dad." I said, offering a small smile. 

"What the hell were you doing? Couldn't you hear me knocking?" He asked, walking past me, into the living room. I sighed deeply, shutting the door behind him. 

He's scary. When he's mad, he's terrifying. He's a university professor and he looks like one. If the harsh, judgemental eyes didn't tip you off, the pointed chin, glasses and boring grey suits would. 

I talk a pretty big game about standing up to him, but there's no way I'm letting him find out about Jesse and I. He would, in all seriousness, probably have us locked up in jail. 

"Sorry Dad, I was sleeping. I was up late last night." I said quickly. He raised his eyebrows at me. 

"Doing what?" 

"I was with a girl."

"What's her name?"

"Jennifer." 

We were firing off questions and answers like bullets from an automatic. I knew that telling him I'd been with a girl would get me some points, I just hoped Jesse could do the same. My father was always more critical of him. 

When I had answered enough of his questions he settled onto the sofa with his suitcase and I headed to the kitchen to make him a coffee. He didn't ask for one, and I didn't offer. It was just routine. 

"So, Dad, why the surprise visit?" I asked cautiously, handing him the warm drink. 

"I came to make sure you boys were doing alright. Well, more your brother than you. I'm worried about what he's turned into without my influence. Also, Marcus called me, wanted to get together. Good timing, I guess. " He said, sipping his coffee. I gritted my teeth. Marcus Richards is my English Literature teacher. So, my father couldn't only fuck up my romantic life, he had to fuck up my academic life too. Great. 

"How long do you plan on staying?" 

"A week or so. We'll see. Where is your brother?"

A week? A week? Oh god, shoot me now. There's no way I could handle a week of his crap. There's no way Jesse could handle more than a day or two. 

"He's in the shower. You know, he has a girlfriend?" 

***

The rest of the day had carried on with much of the same. Jesse had crept downstairs a little while after our father had arrived. He wore a button-up collared shirt, cleverly hiding the bite I'd given him. 

I was impressed with Jesse. He'd managed to keep up the straight charade for the entire day. And we'd managed not to touch each other at all, which, for me at least, was really, really hard. I mean, we hardly even looked at each other if Dad was in the room. I hated the fact that I'd have to sleep alone. 

Jesse had given up his room for our father, opting to sleep on the couch. I didn't like it, but there was no way I could let Dad sleep in my room without changing the sheets. So, reluctantly, I said goodnight to Jesse under the watchful eyes of my father, and climbed the stairs to my bed. 

Even though it wasn't past ten, I fell asleep quickly.

I don't know what time it was when I was woken by a warm hand pressed against my mouth. 

I groaned and sat up, pushing the hand away.

"What the hell?" 

"Sssh!" The hand clamped down on my mouth again. "Dad will hear us." My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

"Jesse?" I asked quietly. 

"Duh." He said, before his lips crashed against mine. I moaned softly against his lips, tangling my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer to me. My hands travelled up his arms, onto his shoulders, and I pulled him onto me. He straddled my waist, resting his hands against my naked chest. 

"What brought this on?" I asked, stroking the back of his hand gently. Jesse shrugged. 

"Couldn't sleep." He said, pecking my lips. His mouth moved to my cheek, and then to my jaw, kissing and nibbling my skin. 

"You can sleep in here tonight. I'll set the alarm so we get up before Dad." I murmured, tilting my head back. Jesse's lips trailed down my neck, his hands rubbed my chest. My cock began to stiffen.

"We're only going to sleep?" He asked, kissing my earlobe. 

"Yes, Jesse." I responded. Jesse sat upright and looked down at me, with his eyebrows raised. 

"Really?" He asked, surprised. 

"Yes. Look, Dad's right in the next room. What if he hears us?" I asked, squeezing his shoulder. He jutted his bottom lip out. 

"I'll be quiet. I can be quiet, you know." He said, trying to persuade me. 

"You could've fooled me." I said with a smirk. Jesse smirked back, and rubbed my chest slowly, his fingers twirling in my chest hair. His fingertips grazed my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. 

"Are you sure you just want to sleep?" Jess murmured. I sat up, resting against the headboard. Jesse sat on my thighs, his knees on either side of me. 

"I didn't say that was what I wanted to do." I replied, pulling his face to mine. I explored his hair, my fingers gliding smoothly through the light blond locks. His arms wrapped around my neck, hugging me to him. His thighs moved slowly against mine, as he grinded against me. His lips moved down my neck, sucking the skin tenderly.

I needed him. I needed this. All the frustration from the day with our father had gotten to me. I needed a release, and Jesse did too.

"Fuck it." I murmured, crashing my lips against his once more. He moaned softly, his arms tightening around me. My lips moved down to his neck. I could feel his blood pulsing swiftly through his veins as I kissed and bit his neck. My hands travelled along his body, down his back, on his thighs, feeling every inch of his soft, warm skin. 

"Michael." He purred, whimpering as I began sucking the skin of his bare chest. It'd leave a mark, but he could cover it. He rocked his hips against mine, our cocks rubbing together deliciously. 

"Jesus Jess." I breathed, before pressing a few quick pecks to his now tender skin. I squeezed his ass cheeks in my hand, my cock stiffened further. God, I wanted him, needed him. Now. 

I slipped my fingers under the thin waistband of his boxers, sliding them down his thighs. He lifted his knees off the bed, and pulled them off the rest of the way, kicking them carelessly to the floor. I grabbed his ass again, squeezing them, rolling them in my hands. 

"I want you Jesse." I mumbled into his skin, kissing his collarbone. Jesse moved his hands to my hair, massaging my scalp. He lifted himself off of my thighs, resting upright on his knees and I desperately slid my boxers off. 

My cock sprang free. Now there was nothing separating Jesse's body from mine. When he came back down on me, I took his prick in my hand, rubbing it slowly. 

"Fuck me, Mike." He whimpered, burying his face into the crook of my neck. His hips rocked against my hand, stimulating himself further. 

"Is that what you want, Jess? You want your big brother to fuck you?" I cooed. 

"Please, please, Michael." He moaned. I chuckled quietly, my free hand moving to the bedside table. I opened the drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube while I stroked Jesse's dick. 

I sunk down lower on the bed, resting the upper part of my back against the headboard. Jesse pressed his lips to mine once more. I released Jesse's cock, and squeezed some of the lube onto my hand. I moved my hand to my own dick, spreading the lube generously down my shaft, as Jesse and I kissed. 

"Ride my cock Jesse." I said softly, taking his face in my hands. He moved up me, taking my dick in his hand. Jesse positioned himself right above my dick, and slowly lowered himself onto it. 

His face scrunched up in pain as my head pushed past his tight sphincter, entering his beautiful ass. He exhaled shakily, his hands moved to grip my shoulders. I stroked his cheeks gently. 

"It's okay, sweetheart. Take it slow." I murmured, as he lowered himself further onto me. His asshole clenched around my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Jesse groaned quietly as my length filled his tight hole. 

"Oh," He whimpered as he finally came all the way down on me, my entire eight inches filling him to the max. He stayed there for a few seconds, letting his asshole adjust to the invasion. He was breathing deeply in and out of his mouth, trying to relax his body for me. 

"That's it, little brother. Take it easy, there's no rush." I murmured, moving my hands to his thighs. Jesse's hands trailed down to my chest, and he rested his palms face down on me. 

He moaned quietly, rising up just a few inches off of my cock, before slowly sliding back down. I shuddered with pleasure; the tight walls of his ass gripped me, massaging my cock as he rode me slowly. 

He leaned down slightly, pressing his lips to mine. My tongue entered his mouth, and moved gently with his. He came up off of me again, this time coming at least halfway off of my dick, before he came back down again. 

"That's it Jesse, ride me. Ride your big brother." I breathed softly, grabbing his waist delicately. He sped up to a moderate pace, coming halfway off of me, before sliding back down again. 

"You feel so good inside me." Jesse breathed shakily, coming all the way down on me. He rocked his body on mine, and I moaned quietly. God, it felt so good. 

"Do you want me to go faster?" Jesse asked quietly. 

"If you can handle it, baby." 

Jesse bit his lip and gave me a shy smile. He came almost all the way off of me, before quickly sliding back down. I moaned loudly with pleasure, gripping his waist more tightly. Again and again he slammed down on me, riding my cock like a fucking master. 

"Fuck, Jesse, feels so good." I moaned, tilting my head back. He moaned quietly every time he came down on me, taking my full length into his warmth. Jesse rested on me, grinding his ass against my pelvis in circular motions. 

I held his waist securely, he came off of me slightly, and I thrust upwards into him. He moaned loudly as I rammed my cock into him.

"Fuck, yes," He moaned, it was a high-pitched whine. "Yes, yes, yes!" 

Again and again I slammed my cock into him. He began stroking his meat feverishly, moaning without reserve as I pounded him. I wrapped my arms around his back, and held him to me. 

A thin sheen of sweat covered both our bodies, and I licked a stripe up his chest, tasting the salty mixture. He shuddered with pleasure, and I moved to his neck, sucking his tender skin while we fucked.

"Oh Mike," He moaned loudly, throwing his head back. "You're going to make me cum."

His breath caught in his throat, his grip on my shoulder tightened. I continued fucking him without abandon. Suddenly, he let out a loud moan, and his entire body twitched against mine. 

I felt his hot cum shoot up my stomach and chest as he convulsed on my dick. 

As he came, his asshole clenched my length, and it sent me right over the edge. I groaned loudly, my eyeballs rolled into the back of my head. My feet flexed, my toes curled. I pumped his body full of my seed, moaning his name as came inside of him. 

Jesse shuddered against me, coming all the way down on my dick, and then collapsed against me. He rested his head into the crook of my neck, whimpering as his orgasm slowly died. My arms tightened around him, and I stroked his back lovingly. 

"Jesse, Jesse, Jesse," I said, kissing the top of his head, "what is Dad going to do with us?" 

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow." He mumbled, sleep already beginning to claim him. We sunk down fully onto the bed, Jesse rolled off of my dick and onto his side. I curled against him, holding his body to mine. 

"I love you." He murmured into the soft blankets. I smiled. 

"I love you." 

And no one is going to take you away from me.



Brothers Pt. 11



I awoke with Jesse lying on top of me. His head was resting on my chest; my arms were still wrapped tightly around him. I sighed contentedly and stretched beneath him. 

Then the panic hit. 

"Jesse! Wake up!" I said, shaking him roughly. I glanced at the clock, it was almost ten thirty. There was no way our father would still be asleep. 

"What?" Jesse asked, rubbing his eyes. 

"We slept in. Oh, we're screwed. We're screwed." I said, running my hands anxiously through my hair. 

"Calm down, Michael," He said, kissing my chest softly. "Dad phoned this morning around, mm, maybe seven. He went out for drinks with Marcus last night after we went to bed. Slept over there. He'll be home at dinnertime."

I grinned widely. 

"So... Dad didn't hear us last night?" I asked, beaming down at Jesse. He smiled at me, and pressed his lips to mine. 

"That's right. We're safe, for now." 

"Jess," I said cautiously, "maybe we should stop this. Just until Dad leaves." 

"Fine," He pouted, then added, "starting tomorrow." 

I smirked, pulling his face down to mine once more. Our lips moved passionately against one another's, Jesse's tongue licked at my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting him enter. He straddled me, his hard dick brushed up against mine. 

"Mm, Jess, we should go have shower. Your language test is in an hour." I murmured, stroking his back gently. He sighed deeply.

"Ja, mijn broer." He mumbled, climbing off the bed. I chuckled. Dutch wasn't the sexiest language in the whole world, but I'd take it. 

***

"How did your language test go, son?" My father asked, sipping his coffee slowly. He was standing beside me at the kitchen counter, scrutinizing Jesse. I almost snorted. That was three days ago. My father was so completely out of touch. 

"I think I did well." Jesse said, stirring the pasta. It didn't need to be stirred, but it made him look busy, and that was enough. 

"You know son, I think you may've actually chosen the most useless language class your school offers." My father said with a small chuckle. I gritted my teeth. I hated when my father ragged on Jesse. 

"Our school offers a Klingon language class. Lay off him, Dad." I said. My father gave me a reproachful look. He hated when people talked back to him. And while I wasn't really in the mood to fight with him, I wasn't going to let him get on Jesse, either. 

You know, I probably could've put up with it, if I hadn't been so pent up. It'd been three days since Jess and I had been intimate. It had been four days dealing with my father's bullshit. And frankly, I couldn't deal with it much longer. 

"Marcus tells me you're excelling in your English Literature class. It's unfortunate you're choosing to waste your time and money on such a useless, easy course. But then again, you'd need to take something that basic to pass." My father laughed again. My fists clenched. 

"Shut up Dad." I said. 

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrow, and I turned to face him full on. 

"Just shut the fuck up." I said. My father's eyes widened. I don't think anyone in his entire life had ever said that to him. For a second I thought he was going to back down. But then, his hand shot out and he slapped me clean across the face. 

I fell to the ground, more out of shock than actual pain. I sat blinking up at him stupidly. He smirked down at me. 

"I'm going to go for some drinks." He said casually, walking away as if nothing had happened. I rubbed my cheek slowly. He slammed the door loudly behind him, and Jesse came running over to me. 

"Oh, are you okay?" He cooed, kissing my cheek desperately. 

"I'm fine, Jess." I said, as he pecked my cheek repeatedly. My cheek actually only stung a little, but I liked when Jesse kissed me, so I didn't stop him. 

"Jesse... did Dad ever to that to you when you were living with him?" I asked quietly. 

Jesse pulled away from me, holding my face in his hands. He gave me a sheepish smile. 

"Sometimes." He murmured. My teeth clenched for the second time. 

"I'm killing him." I said, standing. I really did mean it. But Jesse laughed and grabbed my hand. He pinned me against the kitchen counter. 

"Wait, wait, wait." He said, laughing, "Kill him tomorrow. We have the house to ourselves tonight." He pressed his lips gently against mine, and I relaxed into his body. His fingers gently stroked my stinging cheek. His lips followed, pressing delicate kisses along my skin.

"Really Jess, it doesn't even hurt." I lied. I didn't like being weak in front of him. It wasn't something I was comfortable with. I was better at getting angry or moody, vulnerable just didn't work for me. 

"Really?" He asked, his green eyes meeting mine. I nodded giving him a small smile. 

"He hits like a girl." I said, smirking. He chuckled and I pressed my lips against his. I was pissed at my father, not even for myself, but for Jesse. Jesse hadn't told my about that side of my father's temper. But, he did make a good point. We did have the house to ourselves, and it had been three days since I'd even kissed him. 

Getting revenge could wait. 

I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him to me. I licked at his bottom lip greedily, deepening the kiss. His tongue moved with mine, my hands moved down his body, and I grabbed his ass playfully. He moaned softly against me, grinding his hips against mine. My cock was already stiffening. Thank God our father had left for the night. 

I sunk down slightly, gripping his thighs. I picked him up easily, and he wrapped his legs around my hips. His lips moved down to my neck, nibbling gently, as I carried him into the living room. 

I set him down on the couch, sinking between his knees. I looked up at Jesse and tugged my shirt off over my head, throwing it carelessly to the floor. My hand moved over his jeans, even through the thick material, I could feel how hard he was. I chuckled, rubbing him through his pants. He rocked his hips to the rhythm of my hand, creating more friction 

"Jesus Michael." Jesse groaned. He pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it with mine on the floor. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch, quickly pushing his pants down to his knees. I grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way off, exposing Jesse completely to me. 

"Good boy." I cooed, taking his cock in my hand. He was already fully hard. I leaned over him, letting my spit drip down onto his dick. He shuddered in anticipation as I slowly started working my hand up and down his length. 

I took the head of his cock in my mouth, while Jesse moaned above me. My own dick jumped as I slid my mouth down him. He filled my mouth completely, and I loved it. I loved hearing him moan and whimper above me, I loved how he gripped my hair, I loved it all. I loved him. 

I looked up into his green eyes as I sucked him. His cheeks were bright pink, his eyes lively. His fingers curled in my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft. I took him all, going all the way down him until his light pubic hair tickled my nose. 

"Feels so good." He whimpered, thrusting into my mouth eagerly. I moaned around him, sending vibrations along his cock.

I moved my head to the tip of his prick, licking at the head, lapping up the pre-cum greedily. I jerked what length I wasn't taking in my mouth. 

"Mike, I need you inside me." He murmured quietly, tilting his head back. I came off of his cock with an audible pop. Smirking, I rose. I fucking loved it when he was so eager. 

"You don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart." I said, unbuttoning my jeans and slowly pulling them down. My hard prick stood at attention at the thought of being with my little brother. Jesse smiled, shifting on the couch so his head was resting on the arm, his body sprawled out lengthways on it. 

I moved to the couch, and Jesse moved his legs, resting them on my hips. I placed my fingers at his mouth, and he opened obediently. I thrust my fingers into his warmth, and he sucked on them, soaking them in his spit. 

"Jess, God, it's so hard going even a day without this." I said, fucking his mouth with the digits. He moaned in agreement, nodding his head. 

"But it's only for a few more days, babe. Dad will be gone soon. Winter break will be here before you know it. It'll just be us for the next three and a half years. What do you think of that?" I popped my fingers out of his mouth. 

"Sounds like Heaven." He sighed, relaxing against the couch. I chuckled softly, nodding. 

I moved my hand down to his ass, and slowly pushed my middle finger inside of him, stretching his tight asshole. It clenched around my finger as I worked him open for me. 

"Try to relax." I murmured gently, running my other hand delicately along his stomach. 

Jesse sucked in a shaky breath. I moved my finger inside of him, searching until I found his prostate. I stroked it, inciting a loud moan from Jesse. 

"Mm, Mike, right there." He whimpered. His legs twitched slightly as I massaged him. It wasn't long before I could push my index finger into his hole. I scissored my fingers inside of him while he moaned and whimpered beneath me. 

"Mike, please, I'm ready." He begged quietly, moving against my hand. I ignored his pleas and pushed my third finger into him. I wanted to make sure I prepared him properly. My cock was aching, and I didn't think I'd be able to control myself once I was inside of him. 

"Does that feel good, Jess?" I asked, thrusting my fingers into him. He moaned loudly, rocking his hips to the rhythm of my hand. His asshole gripped me, trying to hold my fingers inside of him. My dick was practically aching. 

"Please, please, Michael, fuck me." He whimpered. I smirked. 

I removed my fingers from his ass, and gripped my cock. I spat on it, and then placed it at my little brother's entrance. I breathed deeply, pushing inside of him. He moaned shakily, his ass clenched around my cock.

I moved slowly inside of him, trying to control myself. All I wanted to do was just fuck him, hard and rough and fast. But I didn't want to hurt him, either. 

I leaned over him, resting my hands beside his neck, stabilizing myself. His arms wrapped around my back, his legs locked behind me, forcing me deeper inside of him. I went slowly, filling him gently. But my need to take him was gradually becoming stronger, my self-control fading away. 

"You can go rough, Mike. I can take it." He murmured, smiling up at me. I grinned down at him, pressing my lips against his quickly. He was reading my mind. 

I rammed my length into him. He gasped, his nails dug into my back, but I didn't let up. The pain only added to my need to have him. I bottomed out inside of him, my balls slapping against his ass as I fucked him on the sofa. 

He threw his head back, moaning, shouting obscenities as I slammed his ass. And he was right, he could take it. He met me part way on every thrust, moving against me as I pushed into him. 

I wrapped my arms around his back, holding him to me. I placed rough kisses all along Jesse's jaw, down his neck, onto his shoulders as we moved together. 

"I love you Jesse." I moaned, as his hands curled in my hair. I needed him, I needed this. Every inch of my body seemed to vibrate with pleasure as we held each other. His green eyes locked with mine, and he shuddered beneath me. 

His dominant hand left my hair, and he began to stroke himself as I fucked him. His breath became short and rapid. A thin layer of sweat coated him. 

"Mike," He breathed desperately, "I'm so close, please, I'm-"He broke off, letting out a loud groan, his back arched up, his legs twitched around me. His hole clenched, gripping me as I pounded him. 

I could feel my muscles beginning to tighten. Every inch of my body began to contract as my orgasm built. I was right on the edge. I heard the front door open, but it was far too late, I was climaxing. 

I moaned loudly, burying my head into Jesse's shoulder. With every deep thrust in his ass I let out another rope of my cum, filling him with me. He quivered and shuddered beneath me. 

And eventually, finally, my orgasm slowly died. I looked up at the door. 

It couldn't have opened more than thirty seconds ago, but that was long enough for our father to see exactly what we were doing.



Brothers Pt. 12



Jesse and I were sitting on the couch, naked, looking up at our father. His teeth were clenched; his mouth was twisted into a grimace. He didn't say anything, just stood there, breathing loudly through his nose. My heart was pounding like never before.

He would punish us. I didn't know how, but I knew it was coming. I was honestly surprised he hadn't hit us yet. His face was beet red. My dad looked us over. I was embarrassed, I couldn't imagine how Jesse was feeling. His own cum was still sliding down his chest, mine was still probably warm inside him. 

"Jesse," my father finally said, "go clean yourself up." 

Jesse nodded, and went to leave the living room. He glanced back quickly at me, giving me an apologetic look, before rushing off upstairs to shower. I turned back to my father. 

"What the fuck was that, Michael?" He nearly shouted at me. I looked down. 

"I come back to grab my wallet, and find you and your brother fucking on the couch?" He was fuming. He was pacing back and forth in front of me, tugging at his hair. 

"I love him Dad." I said quietly, looking up at him. He practically snarled, before slapping me across the face. This one hurt. He wasn't trying to teach a lesson, he just wanted to inflict pain. I looked back at him, my eyes filling. 

"You're sick. You're both sick." 

I didn't respond. Just sat there, waiting. But I didn't cry. I wouldn't. I hadn't cried in five years, not since our parents divorced. I wouldn't let myself cry now. 

My father sighed, sitting on the chair across from me. He wanted to hit me where it hurt. 

"My plane is leaving tomorrow night. I expect one of you to be on it." 

***

My father hadn't let Jesse and I alone since he'd caught us. It'd been twenty-four hours. Jesse and I hadn't spoken to one another. Our father had stayed up all night, watching in the hallway. Neither of us tried to sneak out of our rooms to see each other anyway. None of us had gotten any sleep.

"Jesse, I'll drive you to school now." I said numbly, grabbing the truck keys from the counter. 

"Jesse can drive himself." My father said sternly. I looked between my brother and my father. 

"I have class too. It's fine." I replied cautiously. 

"Well, then I suppose one of you is going to have to walk." My father said. And then he opened up his newspaper and started to read. End of discussion. 

Jesse's skin was ashen. His eyes were sunken in. He looked like a zombie. And without having gotten any sleep, he acted like one, too. I didn't want him driving. But I didn't have a choice. Jesse's math class started in fifteen, my English class started in a half hour. I tossed him the keys.

"I expect you home at four, Jesse." My father said as Jesse slowly walked outside. He nodded dumbly, but didn't say anything. 

I waited a few minutes until I head the truck start, before I headed outside into the sun. I could make it to school in a half hour if I walked. I could make it there in half that time if I ran. So that's what I did. 

I had this entire sordid situation figured out. Jesse and I would blow off class, and we'd just drive. Drive to a new town, and then we'd fly, fly to a new country. And then, we'd be fine. No father, no mother, just Jesse and I. We'd make things work somehow. 

When I reached the school I was panting. My legs had carried me faster than I thought they ever could. I ran past the English wing, and headed for the math hallway. Jesse was outside his class, waiting for it to start. 

"Jesse!" I said, pulling him into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around me, and we just held each other. I buried my nose in his hair, smelling him, breathing him in. God, I needed him. There was no way we could be separated, there's no way I could deal with that. 

"Jesse, let's go baby. Let's go." I said, pulling away from him slightly. He looked up at me, his green eyes filling with confusion. 

"Go where? I can't go, I have class." 

"Jess, that's not important. We need to leave here. We need to get away, go to a different city. Just me and you." I took his face in my hands, looking desperately into his eyes. I needed to make him understand. 

"Oh Mike," He pulled away, looked down at the ground and swallowed thickly. "I thought about this all last night... I'm going with Dad." 

My heart dropped right out of my chest and fell to the floor, split into a million tiny pieces.

"No. No. Absolutely not." 

"Mike, what were we thinking? This has to stop. What? Were we going to graduate, get good jobs, get married, have kids? You know that this will never work. And maybe... maybe this is good. Maybe it's good that he caught us, stopped us, before this got too heavy." 

"Got too heavy? Jesse, I love you. How much heavier could it have possibly gotten?" I took his hands in mine, and he looked down at the ground, not meeting my eyes. 

"I have to go to class, Mike. Let me go." His voice was firm. His eyes met mine and he looked so much older than himself. I'd never seen him so... adult before. 

"Please." It was nearly a whisper. He looked up at me, his eyes widened slightly in shock. He'd never seen me so... weak before. I'd never felt so weak before. Jesse stood frozen for a few moments before he finally sucked in a deep breath.

"Okay, Michael. Okay." 

I grabbed his hand and led him to the school parking lot. I was aware of how unstable I was, but I tried to ignore it. I could feel the tears threatening to spill over, the fear creeping up my spine. This was it. Once we did this, there was really no going back, ever. 

"The keys, Jesse." I said, standing by the driver's side of the truck. Jesse looked at me and raised his eyebrow. He seemed so... level-headed. It caught me off guard. Did he know something I didn't? How could he be so calm?

"Maybe I should drive." He said quietly. I scoffed. He never drove, not when I was able to. 

"Why? No. Give me the keys." I had meant for it to sound strong, but my voice was wavering. I was losing it. It was so unfamiliar, and so...embarrassing. It was embarrassing for him to see me so weak. 

"Mike, you aren't fit to drive." 

I stared at him for a few seconds. Then, reluctantly I moved to the passenger side, and climbed it. I avoided looking at Jesse as he climbed into the driver's side and turned the truck on. 

As he pulled out of the parking lot, I was overcome with emotion. 

I was ashamed. I had never before been weak in front of my brother, not even when our parents divorced. And I was scared. I couldn't lose him again. I couldn't give away my little brother for another five years. Who knows how much would change? Would he still love me when we could be together again? Would he still need me, the same way he needed me now? 

Did he need me now? He wanted to go with Dad. He wanted to stop this before things got too heavy. He wanted to stop this. 

He. Wants. To. Stop. 

And suddenly, I was crying. And it wasn't the strong, silent type of crying either. I was sobbing. My entire body was shaking, big, wet tears spilt down my cheek and I was gasping. 

"Mike." Jesse said, turning to me. "Michael, it's okay." 

"You can't leave me, Jesse, you can't leave me." I sobbed, wiping my cheek with the back of my hand. 

Jesse pulled the truck into a parking lot and turned it off, before leaning over to cup my face. He wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb. 

"Michael, look at me, I'm right here. I'm right here." He said softly, stroking my cheeks. I rested my forehead onto his shoulder and his hands moved to my back, rubbing it gently. 

"Jess, I can't lose you again, you don't understand. I can't lose you again." I said, clinging to him. 

"Shshsh, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, it's okay." He cooed. 

"But you want to stop." I said, shaking against him. 

"No, baby, no. I'm just scared, okay, that's all." 

"You need to trust me, Jesse. I'm going to take care of you. I've always taken care of you, haven't I? We need to run away, Jesse. We need to get out of here." I said, I was still talking in gasps, trying to reclaim my breath. 

"I trust you, Mike. We'll run away, okay? We just need to rest first. Come." Jesse said, pulling away from me. I looked out the window, we were in a hotel parking lot. It was a sleazy hotel, cheap rooms for cheap people. It was only a few blocks from the house. Our father would definitely look for us here. 

"No, Jess. This is too close to the house. Dad'll find us here." I said, grabbing his hand roughly as he moved for the door. 

"No, Michael. We need to rest. We haven't slept. I trust you, now you need to trust me." His voice was firm, there was no room for debate. I swallowed and nodded. 

We climbed out of the truck, and walked towards the hotel. I managed to stop crying, but I knew that I looked pretty terrible. I waited by the entrance while Jesse went to pay for our room. 

"Hey, guess what Michael? I got room 23. That has to be a good sign, right?" Jesse said, waving the key at me. I sniffled and nodded my head. 23 is our favourite number. 

I intertwined my fingers with his and followed him to the room. How was he keeping it all together? 

Jesse unlocked the room and I followed him inside, shutting the door behind me. 

"What happened to me Jesse?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyebrows furrowed. 

"I never used to be so weak." I said, sinking down onto the bed. I could feel my eyes filling once more, but I blinked the tears back. I couldn't cry again. Once I started I wouldn't be able to stop. There were so many questions that flooded my brain. 

How were we going to survive? How would we escape our father? And worst of all, did Jesse even really love me? He was willing to give me up so easily. It was like he didn't even want to fight for it, for us. 

"It's okay to be vulnerable Mike. It's just me." He said softly, sitting next to me. 

"I never used to be this way." I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder. 

"Mike, this is okay. You don't need to be strong all the time, I'm here. I love you. We're brothers, I'll love you no matter what." His hands trailed up and down my back, soothing me. 

"How can you be so strong? Aren't you scared at all?" 

"Michael, you need me to be strong right now. That's how I'm being so strong." He said.

"I'm sorry." My voice quivered again. 

"No, I didn't mean it like that." Jesse sighed. "What I mean is, we always seem to know what the other one needs. We can always be what the other one needs, isn't that right? Look, you've taken care of me for the past 18 years. I needed you to be my big, strong brother then. Now, you need me to be strong. But that's okay. We're partners, see? We take care of each other." 

I nodded against his shoulder, breathing him in. He took my chin in his hands, and tilted my face up so I was looking at him. Our lips met. 

It was a loving kiss, slow and passionate. Jesse's hands trailed to my shoulders, and he pushed me down against the bed, leaning on top of me. 

"Let me take care of you now, Michael." He whispered next to my ear, before climbing onto me. I nodded, stroking his cheeks. 

Jesse pulled his shirt off, and tossed it to the floor. He pulled off mine next. His hands travelled along my chest, stroking my chest hair. His eyes closed and he mumbled something. 

"What, Jesse?" I asked, placing my hand on his. He opened his eyes. 

"I said that I'd miss this." He gave me a small smile, and looked down at my chest again, his fingers curling in the hair. "Close your eyes, try to calm down. Let me take care of you."

He rocked his hips against mine, and my cock stiffened in response. I tilted my head back, relaxing into the pillows. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the way Jesse moved on me, the way his hands moved along my body. 

Jesse came off of me, and I quickly opened my eyes to look at him. He was just pulling his pants off. 

"Relax, Michael. I'm not going anywhere." I nodded, settling back into the pillows. His hands moved to my pants, and he tugged both my jeans and my boxers off at the same time. 

Jesse's warm hand wrapped around my cock, and he began stroking me slowly. I breathed shakily, looking at him. He gave me a warm smile. 

"Talk to me, Mike. Tell me how it feels." He murmured. 

"Feels so good, Jess." I whimpered. 

"Yeah? What else do you want me to do?" Jesse asked, with a small smile. 

"Blow me, Jesse." 

He chuckled, leaning down so his face was right above my prick. His lips parted slightly and spit slowly dribbled from his mouth onto my cock. He jerked me a few times, looking up at me, his green eyes meeting mine. 

His mouth enveloped my cock and I sighed with pleasure. Jesse sucked my cock, his tongue flicking at the underside of my head. My fingers twisted in his hair, but I didn't force him down. Jesse was in control, and surprisingly enough, I was more than okay with it. 

He bobbed down on me, taking as much of my length as he could fit. He pumped the rest of my cock with his hand, stimulating me until I was fully hard. 

"Jesse, I need you." I breathed softly. 

"I know, Michael, I know." 

He crawled between my legs, hoisting them over his hips. We'd never done this before, I never thought we would do it. But I think both of us needed it. 

Jesse moved his fingers to my mouth, and I opened obediently, the way he always did for me. His warm fingers filled my mouth and I sucked on them, lubricating them. Jesse's free hand still jerked my cock slowly. 

He popped his fingers out of my mouth and moved them towards my ass. I felt his finger pressing against my hole, and I sucked in a deep breath in anticipation. 

Jesse's finger slid easily into me. I released my breath. I'd been penetrated before, a lot. My first year on the team I almost never topped. It felt really good to have something inside me again. 

Jesse pumped his finger in and out of me, and I moaned softly, relaxing completely. I loved this. It was a relief to have Jess taking charge, though I was still embarrassed about being weak in front of him, he seemed to be enjoying being the "strong one". 

"You're opening up so nice for me." He said softly, pushing a second finger inside of me. My asshole clenched around his finger, but I tried to relax, breathing in deeply through my mouth. I needed him, I couldn't wait much longer. 

"Jesse, please." I urged, looking up at him. "I can take you." He smiled down at me, pulling his fingers out of my asshole. 

He placed his cock at my entrance and I stared into his eyes. He slowly pushed himself inside of me, I groaned at the pain, but didn't pull away. 

"I'll go slow." My little brother said, as he began thrusting inside of me. My asshole clenched up around him, now unused to the invasion. He pushed a couple inches of his cock inside of me, and held it there for a few moments, before pulling out. Then he filled me with another inch or so, and on and on. 

With every gentle thrust, I moaned, the pain of the intrusion mixing with the pleasure in some sort of blissful harmony. Eventually, Jesse's entire length was inside of me, filling me to the max. 

Jesse leaned over me, so his hands were resting beside my face. I looked up into his perfect green eyes as he made love to me. 

"Jesse, I love you so much." I said, wrapping my legs around his hips, holding him inside of me. My arms went to his hair, and he took the hint and leaned down to kiss me. 

He shifted slightly, tilting his pelvis and then quickly pumping into me, directly hitting my sweet spot. I moaned loudly, my back arching up off the bed. 

"Right there, Jesse, please." I begged, looking up at him. He smirked down at me and steadily increased his speed, until he was ramming his length into me mercilessly. I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure filled my body. My entire body felt like it was vibrating, mounting with pleasure.

"Oh Michael," He moaned, looking down at me. "God, this is so good." 

He slowed his pace, resting his forehead against my shoulder, his arms curling around my neck, holding me. We moved against each other, both desperate for release, but also desperate for this to go on forever. I wrapped my arms around his back, my fingernails digging into the soft, smooth skin there. 

"Mm, love you, Jess." I murmured into his hair, my hands exploring his back, feeling the strong muscles flex beneath the skin. He filled me slowly, his dick stroking my prostate with every thrust. I was getting restless.

I wanted this to last forever, but I needed my release. I needed to feel Jesse's strength, take everything he had to offer. I wanted it rough, and fast, I needed it that way. 

"Jess, please." I murmured. He looked and me and nodded, before propping himself back up again, slowly increasing his speed once more. I moaned appreciatively. 

My hands gripped his soft blonde hair, pulling his face down to mine. Our lips moved desperately against one another's. And yet, I felt calm. Jesse could do this, Jesse could take care of me, as I could take care of him. Maybe everything would be okay, after all.

"Fuck Jesse, yes, fuck me." I moaned, gripping his hair more tightly. My balls began to tighten, my feet flexed. I was teetering right on the edge. I began stroking myself feverishly. Jesse gasped above me, panting as his orgasm hit him. 

"Oh, Mike." He groaned, slamming my ass for all he was worth. He came inside me, filling me with his warm seed. It had been such a long time since anyone had cum inside me, it sent me right over the edge.

My back arched off the bed once more, my toes curled. My own cum shot up my torso, landing on my abdomen in warm ropes. Jesse and I held each other for dear life as we rode out our long orgasms. 

Both of our bodies convulsed and twitched together for a few moments, until we finally settled. Jesse pulled out of my ass and rolled onto his back next to me. We panted, trying to catch our breath.

"Thanks for taking care of me Jess." I mumbled, looking at him. He smiled at me. 

"Hey, what are brothers for?" He responded with a wink. I smiled back at him. 

"Roll onto your side, my love." Jesse said calmly. I obeyed, turning away from him. He curled up against me, his arm snaking around my waist, holding me securely. 

"Now go to sleep, my brother. Everything will be okay tomorrow." He said, soothingly. I smiled, closing my eyes and settling against him. 

"Jesse... you never will leave me, will you?" I asked quietly. He kissed between my shoulder blades.

"I'm not going anywhere, darling." He said. 

I smiled and peacefully drifted off to sleep in his arms. 

When I awoke only a few hours later, Jesse was nowhere to be found. 

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A/N: So this is the final chapter of Brothers. Yep, that's it, that's the end. 

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