Carlo finally comes home from college for Spring Break, eager to see his twin brothers, Marco and Paolo, and reconnect with them.
But things at home are suddenly not the same anymore. For starters, the twins have grown closer during Carlo’s time in college, after a lifetime of fights dividing the twins. Then, there’s the fact that his mom renovated Carlo’s old bedroom, converting it into a work room for her at-home business.
Carlo soon learns a secret—why Marco and Paolo get along so well. They’ve grown closer than brothers should be. And with Carlo’s old bedroom out of commission, he’s forced to shack up with the twins…and secretly witness up close just what kind of real brotherly loving Marco and Paolo actually have.
Could there be room for one more?
Real Brotherly Loving is a 5,200-word short story.
I quietly went upstairs to Marco and Paolo’s room. The anxiousness took over me, leaving a grin on my face. The central heater was on, so they wouldn’t hear my creaking steps. I tiptoed down the short, squared hallway and stopped at the door on the right, which was cracked open. Their room and mine were the only two upstairs, along with a full bathroom in between that only the three of us used. Mom and Dad had the master bedroom downstairs with their own spa-like bathroom.
I reached the door and peered through the crack. My eyes widened. Boy, oh, boy! Marco stood behind Paolo against a new king-size bed I’d never seen before. They were naked, their clothes on the wood floor.
The central heater turned off, and their heavy breathing was now the only sound.
I fought hard to control my own breaths because of how silent it suddenly was in the whole house. Why were they doing this? When had this been going on? We were family, known by everyone as the Campo brothers because of how much we stood out in a WASP town. We shared the same DNA. We had been raised Catholic and didn’t even believe in cussing, let alone fornication. This was wrong!
Marco rubbed himself in between Paolo’s small, round buns. Both released the horniest breaths I’d ever heard from them. Paolo’s hands were on the edge of the bed while Marco had his arms hanging down, their brown eyes full of lust. It might have been humping, but it was still forbidden.
Yet the more I watched, the bigger the bulge in my jeans grew.