Now that Dane is eighteen, he’s ready to meet his first hookup in hopes of losing his virginity. And what better way to celebrate New Year’s Eve? Of course, the faceless hookup, whose hot body is suspiciously familiar, will never be as special as Dane’s big brother, Dalton.
Dalton is the love of Dane’s life, and he’s the one whom Dane wishes he could give his all to, including his virginity. Dalton is shunned by the family, and Dane isn’t allowed to associate with him.
But what happens when the faceless hookup turns out to surprise Dane in the most pleasant way? Maybe a secret reunion can change his life forever. Maybe it can prove that a “deep” bond that goes all the way can make for a strong and healthy brotherhood.
A Brotherly New Year's is a 6,200-word short story.
“Look, Dane. Your mother and I just don’t want you to be like your brother now, okay? Dalton is a lost cause. Two years out of our lives and counting, and you won’t be an exception if you screw up.”
Why did Dad have to bring that up now? Even though my parents refused to give me the full details, I doubted that anything could ever change the way I saw Dalton.
Mom glanced at the clock. “Well, the countdown is in an hour, so please come back in time.”
I gave her a nod. “I will. It’s not like I’ve ever missed a countdown with the family.”
“Have a good time, son,” Dad said with a smile that looked like a mix between proud and cautious. Hopeful?
I waved goodbye and stepped out in a nice salmon-colored button-down tucked inside a pair of olive-green khaki shorts. Complete with my designer boat shoes, I was confident enough to know I looked decent, but would it be obvious that I was wealthy? I tried not to worry about it too much, instead relaxing and keeping a positive mind while the nerves of my first hookup bubbled up a little.
Surrounded by fields and woods, I felt at peace. The cool night breeze put a smile on my face, and I was glad our winters largely felt like summer, since Christmas was commonly associated with snow. The starry sky looked beautiful as always. Crickets were the only sound out here this late at night, sometimes a rodent or two depending on where I walked.
I turned on the flashlight from my phone and lit the way down the gravel road where I’d meet the man parking farther ahead. Now was when my heart really started racing because of how bold I was, especially doing something so illicit behind my parents’ backs, but I’d been horny and curious long enough. In fact, I’d had fantasies of having sex with guys for a few years, only it hadn’t been until now that I’d felt ready to try it.
Most of those fantasies included Dalton. I’d never forget how he used to always leave the bathroom door cracked open whenever he’d taken a shower, allowing me to creep inside for a quick and careful peek. He was so beautiful that he could be a model. He had blue eyes like mine (but so much prettier), a chiseled face that looked a bit older because of the scruff, and blond hair that was cut short. What I’d give to belong to him and only him. I’d marry him if possible because I knew deep down that my feelings for him weren’t just sexual.
God, I missed my brother so much…
A parked car with the headlights off appeared from a distance. It had to be the man. Who else could it be? No one in town did that. Also, the car wasn’t even a luxury model, so he was clearly not from the area.
I kept walking a little faster until I reached the car. I peered through the window to capture the silhouette of a man.
He opened the door for me.
Panting, I reluctantly got in and shut it. My heart pounded, and my hands trembled while I turned off the flashlight with jittery hands. It was now pitch-dark and dead silent.
He gently shushed me and pulled me into his arms, and the touch of his clothes confirmed he wore and tank top and shorts. “I promise you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you.” Huh? That deep and soothing voice, sending electricity down my spine and making my dick hard, sounded eerily familiar. Sure, it was nice to finally hear it, better than I’d imagined, but I was also confused.
No, it couldn’t be!
I started relaxing fast the more he cuddled with me, and I really liked his clean, manly scent. There must have been an air freshener in here, too. Cherry?
“Hi,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing.
“Shy now?” He chuckled.
God, that voice and even the chuckle. But there was no way. No way at all. Right?
I faced him, and even though I couldn’t see his face, touching it made me think of him as hot. His clean-shaven skin felt nice, neither smooth nor rough. But I really wanted to see him. His familiar voice burning into my memory demanded it. “Can I see your face?”
“As long as you promise not to step out of the car when you see it.”
“I promise.” Why would I do that, anyway? I was sure he was hot. The real question was if he was who I thought he was.
He flicked on the light above us, and I froze. “Surprise, little bro.”