Home from college for the summer, Brett plans to spend extra time with his younger brother, Robby. Though only a year separates them, Robby has always been immature and rebellious, but both brothers have a deep love for each other.
It’s that brotherly bond that makes Brett the ideal person to keep an eye on Robby, for it’s only Brett that can tame Robby’s unpredictable ways. This is because Robby looks up to Brett with such high regard and loves him.
But that brotherly love that bonds them runs deeper than it should. While Brett feels guilty and dirty for harboring erotic thoughts of his younger brother, he’s more than relieved when he discovers Robby feels the same way about him, even if he’s determined to never act on it.
But with their parents out of the house for the night, despite how much Brett wants to hold back, Robby makes the first move…
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Excerpt
I took off my T-shirt and tossed it on the floor. I grabbed the pillow and laid it on the center of the small bed. I pushed my shorts down to my knees, and I climbed on top of the pillow and started humping it. I didn’t care if the pillowcase was crusty from the previous time today. It was why I always brought my own so that Mom wouldn’t question anything when doing laundry.
Robby came to mind again, as he often did whenever I bated. It was part of my recent self-discovery: I was officially a gay freak. It had started with me reading free boy/boy stories online, albeit poorly written by anonymous amateurs who were questionably too young to write that stuff. Along came brocest stories that turned me on even more. Finally, loads of gay porn vids featuring jocks of all sizes. I had never been interested in anyone older than twenty-five, much less felt attraction.
When I used to shower in the boys’ locker room back in high school, it was extra torturous because it got me horny every time. I didn’t have a big dick, about average, so it made me feel too shy to expose myself in front of others.
But was I cute enough for other guys? I had short, brown hair and blue eyes, and I was told I had a nice smile. Even a few girls had already expressed interest in me, not that I would ever want them.
Still humping, Robby wouldn’t leave my mind now, making me hornier and leakier, enough to desire the incestuous company I wished existed between us. What was it like to have a bate buddy? Was it more fun than doing it alone? Of course, I’d never lay a finger on Robby without his permission, but if he ever wanted to mess around, I’d be all for it.
A naked Robby appeared in my head: cute and sweet. He frolicked around while I admired the beauty he probably didn’t know he had. What was it like to touch him? What was it like to gaze into his eyes and play with his hair with so much fondness? What was it like to lean closer and give him a deep kiss? I’d keep him safe in my arms, away from the danger he could get himself into if he wasn’t careful. His warm body bundled up against me without any clothes in the way was what I really ached for.
My own brother…
My flesh and blood…
Whose DNA I shared…
Forbidden…