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My Big Brother’s Skilled Hands

Daren is a high school wrestling jock with a lean body—and he’s a never-been-kissed virgin with a very horny mind. After pulling a muscle in a match, Daren visit the men’s-only spa where his twenty-four-year-old brother Colin works.

Daren idolizes Colin—also a hot and buff jock—and harbors a secret illicit crush on him. Really, it’s more than a crush. Given the chance, he’d do anything with or for Colin.

This brotherhood is about to grow closer when Daren discovers that Colin is an erotic massage therapist…and that Colin harbors similar feelings for Daren.

Colin’s skilled hands have just the skills to provide Daren with some much-needed relief…the kind that forever stays behind closed doors.

My Big Brother’s Skilled Hands is a 3,500-word short story.

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Excerpt

A sexy smile spanned Colin’s chiseled face that had some scruff growing out. “I’m not busy at all. Anything for my little bro.”

“Thanks.” That warmed my heart with brotherly love and made my dick twitch with incestuous excitement. Colin had always been affectionate, and while I obviously wasn’t little anymore, being his little bro still felt special.

“Take your T-shirt off and unzip your jeans, then go lie on the massage table.”

I lowered my eyebrows. “Unzip my jeans?” I didn’t want Colin to see what I was wearing underneath. Could he tell from the thick waistband?

“It makes it easier for me to massage your waist and the small of your back. I mean, I’ve been doing this for a few years, so I’m not exactly a rookie.” He winked.

I nodded, reluctantly taking my shirt off. I unzipped my jeans until they accidentally dropped to my knees, my face flushing hot from embarrassment. I’d lost weight and was noticeably leaner, even though I was toned from wrestling. I really needed to remember to buy some new jeans. I couldn’t give Colin eye contact now. He saw my body whenever I changed in front of him, but never in a jockstrap, given the questionable implication it gave.

He just chuckled. “I didn’t know you started wearing jockstraps like I do.”

My eyebrows rose, but I still couldn’t get myself to look at him. “You wear them, too?”

“Yep. It’s very common. Come on, Daren, I’m surprised you don’t know that, since you’re gay and probably already exploring stuff.”

“Heh. Not…quite.”

“Oh. Well, you’re still a teen, I guess. So, what made you start wearing them? Or just the one?”

I shrugged. “I bought quite a few online with the gift card you gave me for my birthday.”

“I see. Money well spent, then.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I just like them.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Since Colin hadn’t worn a jockstrap in front of me, this new knowledge added to my sexual fantasies, and I could only imagine how many more times I’d jerk off thinking about him in a jock.

“Well? Now that your jeans are down, you might as well take the jock off, too. It’s actually easier with fewer clothes.”

“Really?” My dick twitched again.

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A Brotherly New Year’s

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.

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“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.

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine.”

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.”

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Silent Night, Unholy Night: A Taboo Tale of Brothers and Cousins

Eighteen-year-old John is the middle of three brothers who look like triplets but aren’t. John is especially close to Jacob, the oldest, while Jared, the youngest, has a bit more distance and is more focused on his serious girlfriend. The family is devoutly Christian, and the house rules are so religious that not even masturbation is allowed. Of course, that doesn’t stop John from doing it, and it also doesn’t stop his mind from wondering if his brothers do it, too, particularly Jacob.

It's Christmas, and twin cousins, Peter and Paul, are staying for the holiday weekend. The house is quiet because everyone is asleep. However, John can’t sleep and decides to take care of business in the bathroom. He notices that Jacob isn’t in their shared bedroom, and Jared is deep asleep in the top bunk. Jacob didn’t even say his special goodnight phrase like he does every single night, something that’s reserved for John. Where could Jacob be?

As John quietly steps out of the room, a series of unfamiliar sounds come out of the guestroom where Peter and Paul sleep. Could Jacob be in there? But they aren’t just any sounds; they’re the sounds of fornication, strong enough to lure John into listening as a private audience with a curious hand. These taboo sounds confirm that rules are meant to be broken, and John quickly learns that a silent night can unexpectedly turn into an unholy night.

Silent Night, Unholy Night is a 5,700-word short story.

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As I quietly got up, I noticed Jacob wasn’t there from what I could make out through the moonlit window. Hmm, that was strange. It was silent at home, save for a mild cacophony of crickets and the others snoring, so that explained why I couldn’t hear him snoring. Since everyone else was asleep, I wondered where he could be. Maybe he’d gone out with our twin cousins, Peter and Paul, who were staying here for the holiday weekend. The four of us were around the same age, so we’d always been close and shared similar interests. What I felt for Jacob, I felt similar for both cousins.

I tiptoed across the room to make as little noise as possible. I carefully opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway, the carpeted floor making it easier to remain silent. Mom and Dad were deep asleep by the faint sounds of their snoring. Their room was to my left where the bathroom was, so it was safer for me to masturbate at this time because of no interruptions.

As I was about to go to the bathroom, breathy sounds coming from the guestroom down to my right captured my attention. I lowered my eyebrows because it sounded like the bed was squeaking. I tiptoed toward the door and leaned closer with my ear facing it. My eyes bulged in shock because it sounded like a series of hard breaths. But they weren’t the kind people made when exercising. They were the kind that sounded…sexual?

A few gentle moans made my penis twitch, followed by a shush. The sound of friction came next, and I got even harder. Who was in there with Peter and Paul? Was it Jacob? There was no girl in the house besides Joanna, and the noises sounded masculine.

Ungh, don’t stop,” one of them whispered in a deep tone.

“Yeah, take it in both ends,” whispered another one in a deeper voice.

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Spying On My Kid Brother

At twenty-four, Henry is adventurous for being a skinny nerd. But after breaking up with his fiancée, he’s not sure if he’s lucky enough to have the kind of hot and kinky sex he prefers, even if he’s well-endowed enough to impress any horny hookup. That is, until he discovers a secret perk of installing security cameras in his house.

Henry’s barely legal brother, Charlie, is staying over for the weekend. He’s a himbo jock in high school who’s both straight and hot. Charlie may or may not have forgotten about the camera in the guestroom he’s in. But when in private, he definitely hasn’t forgotten how to behave like a naughty little boy whose sexuality is highly questionable.

For Henry, being a voyeur instead of physically involved not only satisfies his kinky desires, but it will also get him to see his kid brother in a whole new and horny light.

Spying On My Kid Brother is a 2,200-word short story.

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Holy shit!

I couldn’t believe it. I was in bed late at night, naked with my phone and earbuds. I lifted my glasses from sliding down my nose every so often, my head lowered in focus as I watched something I shouldn’t. With my fist around the shaft of my nine-inch dick, I slowly stroked to what was essentially live porn, stopping every so often. What was wrong with me? I tried hard not to masturbate to what the camera revealed: an illicit act coming from Charlie, my barely legal brother who was all grown up like a fully developed jock.

After a neighbor’s rebellious teen son had stayed here for a few days a while back, he’d stolen from me, prompting me to install security cameras in every room of the house except for the bathrooms.

Little had I known what I’d catch just by turning on my phone’s cam app and switching to the guestroom. Charlie was staying with me for the weekend, and what a weekend of discovery. It was only Friday night, and I wondered if I’d get to see this again tomorrow night.

I was nothing like my kid brother, except for being smooth, and having the same brown hair and brown eyes. My flat-assed twig of a body and boyish face made everyone think I was the younger brother, and it didn’t help that Charlie was taller than me. But I had a much-bigger dick than he did, by the looks of it. Our other major difference was the fact that I was a geek who looked like a typical nerd—proudly so—while he was kind of a himbo.

But why was he doing this to himself? He was supposed to be straight. He’d had girlfriends and was on the football team at the small-town high school here in northern Wisconsin. Yet there he was in the lamp-lit guestroom, caught on cam.

Charlie ground his big bubble butt against the thick dildo that was suctioned to the wall, plowing himself like a horny bottom I’d seen many times on porn—except hotter. He sucked on another thick dildo while jacking himself off with his other hand, both holes stuffed. Every sound he made was crystal clear, from his horny breaths to the occasional moans he let out, erecting my leaking dick even more.

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A Brotherly Halloween

It’s Halloween. Teen brothers, Liam and Lyle, have family over from out of state, leaving them to share a bed. Since they’re only a year apart, they’re pretty close. So close, in fact, that they touch each other in the way blood-related brothers are forbidden to do.

It turns Liam on whenever twinky Lyle roleplays as a submissive girl who needs to be owned, even though Liam continually tells himself he’s straight. His brother gives him the kind of submission his girlfriends never could.

Five years later, it’s Halloween again. And Lyle is back home from graduate school, ready to reconnect with Liam after drifting apart. Lyle is now so sexually experienced that he revels in being a dirty slut. He also hasn’t let go of his cross-dressing fetish as he continues to wear skirts and panties, and being a twink with a boyish face makes it more convenient to fool anyone.

But no matter how many hot men Lyle can get lucky with, his heart will always belong to Liam, the real love of his life. Unfortunately, Liam has a new girlfriend, so he seems to have moved on from their naughty past.

Or has he?

Now that the two brothers are finally home alone, they find themselves in a familiar situation. This time, however, the sexy games they played in the past just might prove that they were an appetizer to what could be the main course.

Dessert included.

A Brotherly Halloween is a 7,500-word short story.

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For all of Halloweekend, we had extended family here who had just come from out of state, so the house would be full for the next few days. I shared my bed with Lyle because it wasn’t that big for our two uncles, and we were the only teens, so it made me feel more comfortable. Our uncles slept on an airbed, while all the other rooms were occupied—all women in Lyle’s room. I was used to the sleeping arrangements since they had all been coming here several times a year for as long as I could remember.

Lyle finally returned after taking forever, like a typical girl, probably making sure he was clean back there. The moment he crawled into bed on my right side, my dick grew. Just like plenty of other times, it would happen again tonight. We just had to wait until our uncles fell asleep, which wasn’t too long.

God, my own brother whose blood we shared, both created by Dad’s sperm and popped out of Mom’s vagina. The weird thing was that I didn’t even think about guys in a sexual way. I didn’t get what was so attractive about them. I’d tried watching a few gay porn videos and had been nauseous and really grossed out—that was my answer.

Girls, though? So hot, especially the barely legal teens in porn who looked like sexier versions of the girls at school. But girls were much harder to have sex with here in our conservative Christian town. I wasn’t even sure if Erin wanted to have sex before marriage after she’d recently expressed wanting to get closer to God. I still felt something for her because she was my special girl, but I was horny and really needed to get off.

Our uncles finally snored away, and Lyle pushed Erin’s jack-o-lantern-themed panties down to his knees—one with a carved face printed on the back—and flipped around on his stomach, keeping his green T-shirt on. No one knew I’d stolen a few panties from Erin’s dresser when I’d once been in her room while she’d had to use the bathroom, just for my brother. My heart had pounded hard, but I’d gotten lucky and hadn’t been caught. I’d never do it again, but I didn’t have to anymore.

Lyle started humping the bed in a feminine way, unleashing his true mannerisms that no one but I knew about. No one ever suspected him because he’d been on the high school baseball team and was fairly masculine in front of everyone.

There was nothing but silence between us for a little while except for his small, clipped breaths from the humping. This was our little “game” that led to more. It always started like this.

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Camp Cousins in Love

Perry is in love with his cousin Tommy.

Being scouts means they aren't supposed to get involved romantically or sexually, much less as males. In their case, being cousins means they have to rely on a remote shack for all their private moments together. That's where Perry shows his love in a very physical way that involves Tommy's powerful touch.

Streams of his lickable love.

Camp Cousins in Love is a 2,300-word short story.

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I turned around and glanced over my shoulders, even though it was just me and Tommy in here. I didn’t want to think about the serious consequences I could face as a scoutmaster-in-training for both being involved with another scout, and committing incest. Society would especially scrutinize me for it because I should know better.

But I did know better.

It was my heart that didn’t.

“We have to be very careful, Tommy, okay?” I caressed his soft cheek, my green-blue gaze boring into his bluer one.

His ruddy cheeks flushed. He looked so adorable in his scout uniform that was just like mine before I’d started training. “Sorry, Perry, I forgot.”

My heart lifted again at just the sight of his innocently boyish face. Big, blue eyes, a mop of white-blond hair, and much more freckled than me. Otherwise, we were the same age and around the same height and weight: the lanky-dork build, basically. Yep, he got the same treatment as I did for being an unpopular virgin.

I hunched over for a little peck on his lips, the only way we kissed for now. Truthfully, I wanted a deeper smooch, but I wasn’t sure how he felt about it. “You still want to be with me like you said?”

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My Immature Brother Grows Up

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…

My Immature Brother Grows Up is a 3,800-word short story.

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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…

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Big Brother’s Little Caregiver

Born from a family whose attractive genes didn't quite pass onto him, Alvyn often feels like the odd ugly duckling. It doesn't help that he's short and thin with pointed ears, a pointy face, and erect eyebrows, like the little elf his mean mother often calls him.

At eighteen, Alvyn is on the verge of learning new things in life that his mother neglected to teach him. He doesn't even know about the personal pleasures of one's body, let alone what masturbation even means. His father is already out of the picture, never showing an interest in any sort of connection.

Alvyn still has one huge supporter in his life: Hans, his big brother. They don't just love each other like real family, but they're there for one another through thick and thin. While Hans gives Alvyn all the love and attention he needs, Alvyn looks after him as his little caregiver because of an accident that left Hans confined to a wheelchair.

Alvyn finally takes caregiving to a whole new level when he unintentionally wakes something up in Hans while giving him a bath. And that's just the beginning of the kind of brotherhood they never knew they could have.

Bringing them even closer than ever.

Big Brother's Little Caregiver is a 6,900-word short story.

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“I’m ready, Alvyn,” Hans said in a slight German accent.

I pushed Hans on his wheelchair into the spacious bathroom. He was able to walk a bit since he’d been slowly improving after the accident, but it still hurt him. So, we saved the bit of walking he did do for minor stuff that required short steps, like bath time. I pulled off his yellow T-shirt that smelled like body odor. As usual, I struggled but managed to take off his gray jogging pants and blue boxers. The white gym socks were easy, albeit just as smelly.

I made a scrunchy face, especially because of the funk that mostly came from his big penis. I only knew what it was called because he’d secretly told me earlier this summer, since Mama wanted to keep sheltering me like a little kid even at eighteen. She made sure I wouldn’t learn any adult stuff online. Many kids my age had already known about stuff from the internet, making me feel completely left out. Mama had even opted me out of health class. So, I had to learn things on my own in the most limited way. I didn’t know a whole lot, but that was partly why I liked Hans so much. He was able to teach me stuff to prepare for whatever adulthood had in store for me, especially since college was practically around the corner.

He sighed. “Sorry, Alvyn, Mama forgot to bathe me yesterday.”

I frowned. “Why?” Ugh, my voice was a little squeaky at times, and just weird. Hans told me it meant I was going through a delayed puberty, much later than most boys because of my slower development. It was yet another thing Mama never talked to me about.

“Because she’s too busy living her own life, always spending my money at the mall with her friends, clubbing and partying, things like that.”

“Oh.” I knew Hans had a lot of money saved up from an inheritance on Papa’s side of the family, but I didn’t know Mama always spent it since she worked as a secretary for some office in the big city. No wonder she liked to shop a lot. Our big farmhouse out in the country had modern stuff inside, way nicer than the tiny mobile home we used to live in. Well, Papa still lived there as a recluse, probably still smoking and drinking beer with the teen girl he’d cheated on Mama with. That girl always called him Daddy. Why?

After filling up the bathtub, I helped Hans off the wheelchair. I wished I had a body like his. He used to go to the gym before the accident, but he still did minimal exercises whenever he could. He was smooth everywhere too. Well, he had a thick, brown bush, unlike my blond fuzz that barely grew down there.

It was a struggle to get Hans inside the tub, especially because his hands were bandage-wrapped and sore, but I did it. Then, I grabbed the small bucket and poured water over his body while he relaxed.

“Thanks for doing this, Alvyn, even though you don’t have to.”

“But I want to, Hans. You’re my big brother, and I care about you. And it’s not like I haven’t done it before. Besides, you’re kind of stinky, so you need a bath.”

We laughed.

He sighed. “You’re always so good to me.”

My heart tickled and felt melty. I gave him a wide smile.

“Make sure you use the rag when you clean my butt, okay? Not the sponge.”

I nodded. “I know.” After all, he couldn’t do certain things well on his own. “So, why doesn’t Mama remember to bathe you every day?”

Hans sighed. “I annoy her with my presence. She just, you know, finds me to be a pest in the way of her ‘fun life’ as she puts it. She works hard and wants to unwind, I guess.”

“Oh.” I grabbed the bottle of bodywash and the mesh sponge. “Can I take care of you full-time from now on?”

Hans gave me a happy smile. “As much as I’d love that, you’re starting school again soon. You’ll be real busy.”

“So? I can make time for you too. I’m homeschooled, remember? And homework is usually easy, anyway. I always get it done fast.”

“I know. That’s because you’re smart.”

My heart tickled again, and I made another wide smile. I washed every part of Hans’ body with the sponge, using the rag for his butt and then washing that too (for obvious reasons). But this time, I decided to wash his penis more than before since he’d told me the other times I didn’t have to do it too much. Maybe that was why it smelled bad? Maybe it needed better washing?

I wrapped my small hand around Hans’ penis and lathered it up with soap, the water gently splashing against my fist. Would mine keep growing now that I wasn’t a kid anymore? It was bigger than it used to be, but it still wasn’t big like his.

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A Brotherly Valentine

Eighteen-year-old Adam plans to lose his virginity on Valentine's Day.

His anonymous hookup, V, is a fellow virgin who sounds like the perfect match, even though he has no idea what he looks like. The thing that makes them both compatible? They have forbidden feelings for their brothers.

With the big day here and the house to himself, V comes over. While he’ll never live up to the perfection that is Aaron, Adam’s twin brother, this is still destined to be a hot encounter.

But what starts as hot soon turns scorching as V reveals himself and Adam’s hookup turns into the biggest, sweetest, and sexiest surprise of his life.

And a taboo one that no one can ever know about.

A Brotherly Valentine is a 6,200-word short story.

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Excerpt

The moonlight shone through the only window in my room, but it wasn’t enough to make out a face or body, more like a silhouette. The only sound in this big house was my portable heater nearby, my protection against the subzero temperature outside as the snow continued to pile.

Naked with just black gym socks on, I relaxed on my small bed and waited for V, my mysterious Valentine hookup to coincide with the famous love day of the calendar year. It was the perfect day to lose our virginities on, even if there wouldn’t be any romance involved like I would have preferred. But if that was the case, why had V insisted on me decorating the dining table with Valentine’s Day stuff? Wasn’t a hookup supposed to be just that…a hookup?

Thankfully, V and I had no problem with refusing to show our faces or give each other our real names. I went by A for Adam, and I assumed V was his initial. We’d met on Hawt Brothr, a social app for men and women with a brother fetish. We’d chatted for two weeks before finally agreeing to hook up, and only he got to see a pic of my chest, while I hadn’t gotten to see any pic of him.

We were both deep inside the closet, so we had to be careful. I knew for a fact that my parents—especially Dad—would kick me out of the house. I mean, it’d be legal for them to do it since it was technically their house, and therefore, their rules, and I was now eighteen. We lived in a small conservative town in northern America, so, yeah. It just wasn’t worth taking that risk. Given that V was around my age, it was probably the same for him.

It was why I had waited until Mom and Dad left for the weekend, something they often did because of their love for traveling. They had a comfy RV, so why not? My twin brother, Aaron, had gone with them as the perfect distraction to what would’ve been a day to celebrate with his ex-girlfriend, and Mom and Dad had promised not to make the holiday a big deal for his sake. I just hoped his heart would heal soon; his ex had recently broken up with him for a “better” guy.

Pfft, better. Yeah, whatever. Aaron was amazing, and his ex was too blind to see it. I mean, I would know. We hadn’t just grown up together; we were very close as identical twins. Not only did we share the same birthday, but we had plenty of similar interests because we could relate more. As a result, we were inseparable and told each other almost everything. The exception to the latter? My sexuality, and it was only because I feared losing him forever.

What I’d give just to have Aaron all to myself, though. Who cared if I was considered a sick person by our society for being in love and in lust with my own brother? So was V! No wonder we had connected so well—a bit too naturally, in fact.

So, what did V look like? There was a strong chance I’d never see his face even after we had sex tonight. I was tall, athletic, and smooth with a nice bubble butt, and I had reddish-brown hair and greenish-brown eyes. Aaron obviously looked just like me, so aside from our different personalities, we had the same luck just by our looks alone. The only reason I hadn’t gotten laid yet like he had was because being gay around here was hard enough.

Meeting V, who happened to live nearby, was practically a jackpot. But was V attractive enough to mess around with? Not that I would even see his face, but his body at least? He had promised I’d like the way he looked, so I was hopeful. I knew I couldn’t be too picky, given my inconvenient location, but come on now. I do have limits.

The sound of the front door opening sped up my heartbeat with a nervous kind of excitement. V was here, and it now sounded like he was taking off his coat and snow boots. He would enter my room in just seconds. I had left the door open so that I could wait for him in bed and have him take advantage of me. Besides, with it being safe out here in the country, no one locked their front doors.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I had tried meeting two other hookups recently but chickened out. Tonight, I promised not to do that. Third time’s a charm, right? Maybe?

Now, I was fully hard, leaking more than I’d realized for being nervous. The mystery was kind of a turn on, but I did pray that V had a decent body at the very least. Even if he turned out to be unattractive in the face, my moonlit room would practically be a bag-over-the-head convenience to make sex more tolerable. Then again, what was sex even like?

My door opened all the way since it hadn’t been completely shut. And there he was, V’s silhouette that confirmed he had a hot body like mine—kind of similar, actually. I furrowed my eyebrows. Wait a minute! I’d forgotten to tell him where my room was! How had he found it with no problem?

“You’re a naughty little thing,” a familiar deep voice said, startling me.

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My Virgin Butt for My Big Brother

Eighteen-year-old Mikey loves his big brother Kev…more than most brothers love each other. They’ve grown so close, romantically close, sexually close. They’ve committed to each other. But they have to keep this love a secret forever because their love is forbidden, no matter how perfect it is.

Tonight is a special night. Mikey wants to give Kev something he’s never been able to do before…but now he’s finally ready. With Kev being a total top, Mikey is left to be the bottom, and tonight he wants to go for it. He’ll give up his virgin butt as a way to strengthen their brotherly bond even more, to help them become one.

But no amount of willingness on Mikey’s part makes up for just how big Kev is.

Can Mikey be a good little brother and take it like a champ?

My Virgin Butt for My Big Brother is a 1,700-word short story.

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Excerpt

Up on the wide balcony, Kev and I were on the cushioned lounge chair, naked except for our white gym socks on and our boxers on the wooden floor. The summer night breeze cooled our damp skin, feeling more comfortable for me than what we were doing right now. It was special, though, and I promised myself I’d take it like a champ just to have this meaningful milestone.

I grunted from the pain, feeling full inside. Finally, Kev was all the way in as soon as my small bubble butt rested against his beefy lap. The few hairs on his inner thighs tickled my smooth cheeks. His hot, scruffy face looked bluish from the moonlight shining above. All I needed for reassurance was to keep gazing into his soft, brown eyes that locked with my similar brown ones, like being lent a big hand to climb up a mountain.

I was spoiled with so much brotherly affection, but it was more than just that. We loved each other like brothers weren’t supposed to, a forbidden love. But our hearts and bodies were too blind to see it any other way. Why did it have to be considered so taboo? Kev was nineteen in college, and I was eighteen in high school. We were consenting adults who knew exactly what we wanted. So, really, why was it wrong when it felt right to us?

Thus, here we were in secret, playing with fire because our nosy neighbors could easily peek through their windows, even though no one was usually up this late at night. Our two little sisters were deep asleep in our shared bedroom right next to us, a bunk bed for them and a bunk bed for us bros. We lived in a crowded three-bedroom house in the suburbs, with our grandparents taking the third room.

“You okay, Mikey?” Kev whispered, playing with my finger-length hair that was as brown as his army cut. As my big brother, he was always considerate of my feelings because of his protective nature he’d inherited from Dad, in contrast to my occasional meekness from Mom. We were a traditional family, even though the two sons of the bunch were doing untraditional things.

I gave Kev a quick nod and a tight smile. “Does it always hurt like this?”

“I don’t know. I’ve, you know, never bottomed before, obviously.” His cheeks flushed a bit from even mentioning that concept.

“Not like I have either until now.”

He frowned. “You’re not enjoying this, huh?”

“I want to, Kev, I do! I swear I’m trying to because I don’t want you out of me just yet. I know I can take it.” Could I? Of course! We were making love, and this was a huge part of it that would happen from now on.

A warm smile of emotions spanned Kev’s full lips. “I can’t believe it. You’re actually giving me your virginity, Mikey. Means more to me than you know.”

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