Date: Mon, 07 Jun 2021 19:05:28 +0000 From: cassius.moore Subject: A brotherly secret 01 [Gay/Incest] If you enjoy reading stories in Nifty, please consider showing your support and donating. Find out how visiting http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional, no parts of it were influenced or inspired by real life events. Similarities are mere coincidence. If you enjoy reading this, please send your thoughts to my e-mail. I'd love to talk with you and hear your thoughts. If you're interested in proof-reading future stories as well, let me know. E-mails with attachments will be ignored. *** My stories often include some build-up. If this is not something you enjoy, I'm afraid you may find little satisfaction reading this. If however you are into knowing the circumstances leading to the climax, then I hope my stories are to your liking. *** A Brotherly Secret 01 By Cassius Moore Coveralls packed into a ball and kicked to a corner, a sweaty shirt thrown atop the curtain rod. "God damn it, dad, how difficult is it to aim for the hamper for once?" I muttered to myself. Can't really complain to him, though. Old pop works double shifts and often just comes home to crash into the bed. Besides, this has been my routine for a while now. Wake up a bit early, do some chores, prepare breakfast for my bro, drive him to school, go to work, you know, the works. Mom hasn't been giving fucks for years now, especially when I got my first job and stepped up doing my part around the house and pulling my own weight. I grabbed the hamper full of clothes and pulled dad's shirt. It was still a bit moist. Its smell reminded me of the times I'd cuddle with him while we watched TV on the couch after playing tag in the neighborhood. I think the last time was when I was Tommy's age, around 9 years ago. Tommy is 11 now, so the math checked out. What a nostalgic smell. Nowadays I only get to smell dad through his clothes. I took one other whiff of it and shucked it into the hamper I held under my arm. Dad's socks were nowhere to be found, though. Took a look under the sink cabinet, behind the toilet, the hallway... nada. That isn't really unexpected, honestly. Dad has a habit of reusing clothes for a few days before he - I assume - realizes he's too musky, even for a security guard and bouncer, then gets a new change of clothes. Well then, to his coveralls. Before putting it with the other dirty clothes, I unpacked it to see if had changed his underwear too or decided to roll with yesterday's briefs. Maybe I got lucky that morning. And there it was! Also moist to the touch. The pouch on the front was yellow from his piss stains. This used to be plain white briefs, now I can only get it back to off-white after washing. Usually I wait until it is night to properly enjoy dad's musk but the pungent smell of his briefs was so strong that I could smell it even though it was at half arm's distance from my face. My cock readily made a tent in my shorts. It has been awhile since I last jerked off of sniffing someone's underwear, and dad's was pushing all the right buttons so hard that it was difficult to take my mind out of it and back into the chores. I glanced at my watch. "Ahh, what the hell," I thought to myself. A quick one won't hurt. No one is usually up this time of the morning, and I could hear well all the alarm clocks from the bathroom so, if need be, I could just chuck dad's briefs into my pocket and go on with my day. I placed the hamper above the sink, finally put dad's coveralls in it, leaned my back against the wall behind me, slid my thumb into the waistband of my shorts and pullet it down to the middle of my thighs while I pressed his briefs against my face. It smelled incredibly pungent. Dad likely used it for about a week, which was also roughly the last time I collected his underwear to wash. While I slowly jerked myself off I turned it around to see the pouch from the inside. Mostly yellow stains, covering a huge area. Looking down at my own cock, I wondered if my junk was similar to dad's. Mine has a good amount of foreskin that covers the head whole while it is soft while only allowing it to peek outside a little when I'm rock hard. If you don't whip your dick vigorously after pissing, it will mark your underwear. Maybe that was it with dad. I rested my head against the wall and brought his briefs to my face once more. Jerking off of thinking how dad's dick looks like is naughty, but I went over the phase of questioning myself over such desires years ago already. Maybe he's bigger than I? I could only hope. It wouldn't be difficult to achieve that, though. At least I take pride in being thick. I kept the image of dad fucking me raw and pinning me against the bed using the weight of his body crystal clear in my mind while I breathed louder and rapidly through the fabric of his underwear, jerking off faster and faster. In my mind we would both be only grunting and moaning. Dad isn't one to talk much, and I thought him looking feral and not uttering a word while he teared my asshole a new one was incredibly arousing. My eyes rolled inside my eyeballs as I tilted my head backwards. Dad just unmounted me, walked to the other side of the bed and shoved his cock deep into my mouth, fucking my throat to force me to eat his cum. I was about to shoot my spunk. I opened my eyes and let my gaze wander from the ceiling and down towards my cock. Haven't had a good wank for a few days, so it amused me to figure out how far I'd shoot my load that time. Then my gaze locked in a small figure standing by the open door. Still wearing pajamas, his eyes opened wide and his gaze switching focus constantly from my face and what was over it and my own cock. But I didn't hear any alarms. "Tom-my!" I squealed while I hastily pulled my shorts up and idiotically hid dad's briefs *inside* my shorts. Like in where I had just put my cock. "Wh-what are you doing being up so early?" I asked as I pulled the briefs out again and put them into my pocket. For some seconds, Tommy just stood there, flabbergasted. The silence was deafening. I glanced at my watch, there was still a solid 30min before mom's alarm would go off, and a bit longer or Tommy's. Talk about bad luck. "I wanted to pee real bad," Tommy finally said. I don't remember closing the door. Must've left it ajar. "How long have you been there?" Tommy shrugged."Not long." "Okay..." I answered. "So what did you-" "Can I pee now, bro?" Tommy said, cutting me off. "R-right," I said. I went past Tommy with the hamper in my hands, who leaned against the doorway and then closed the door behind me as I went out. I felt pre-cum drizzling out of my cock as I walked the hallway down, aghast and ashamed. What a good day it was to break out of habit. My brother just saw me jerking off of Dad's underwear. I still can't tell how long he stood there watching me but it wouldn't be hard for him to figure out it was dad's. Tommy's underwear was small, of course, and I'm a bit stocky, but no one wears underwear as large as dad, that is for sure. I stopped walking and rested my shoulder against a wall. What of me now? Could I trust my brother wouldn't tell anyone? --- The hours after were excruciatingly slow. Mom woke up, took her shower, had her breakfast and went on with her life. Tommy spent the morning zipping between bathroom and his bedroom. I couldn't hear a thing from him as I passed in front of his door. That was probably for the best, though. It would've been much more awkward to have my younger brother in my presence after what happened earlier. Gave me time to calm down and think things through a bit. And yet, I still couldn't come up with anything clever. I was slowly coming to the conclusion I would end up having to have "the talk" with Tommy. He's not an ill-behaving boy but we're both churchgoers - everybody in the family is - and I could imagine the cogs in his head turning fast. Above all, I would have to convince Tommy to keep the secret. He finally went to the kitchen in school uniform, his backpack hanging from his shoulder, walking towards his usual seat at the table. I was by the sink, my back facing him. I heard him bite into his toast and sip his juice. Not a word was spoken. "Should we go?" Tommy asked, all of a sudden. "Sure," I said. Tommy went first and waited outside. My car's keys were on a plate near the front door. As I walked out I remembered I forgot his lunch box. I kept thinking on how to approach the subject as I walked back to the kitchen. "Maybe I can pamper him a bit? That would work, right?" I kept repeating to myself. It usually takes about fifteen minutes of driving to drop Tommy at his school. That was the same time I took today as well, except we didn't dare to cross stares either. Tommy sat in the back seat as usual and I noticed both of us tried our best to not lock eyes into each other through the rearview mirror. "Hey, Tommy," I said as he got out of the car. "Listen, hmm," I started speaking, then my mouth went dry. "Can we talk about it later tonight? I can explain whatever you want." Tommy looked at me but not still avoided looking into my eyes. "Sure," he said. "And, hmm, can you, like, not tell anyone?" "Mm-hmm," he mumbled as he nodded. "Uhh, great." "Till later, Jeremy," he said. As he turned around to walk towards the school, I said "wait," then reached for my wallet and fished about twenty bucks from there. "Here, if you'd prefer to eat something good rather than what I packed for you today." "Hey, nice!" Tommy said with a smile in his eyes. "Thanks, bro!" "Don't mention it." Tommy then finally turned around and disappeared into the school. I sat in my car for a few more minutes before driving away. That felt like bribing. Was it? Yeah, a little bit, I think. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but it was the first thing I thought. As I turned the key and pushed on the gas pedal, I wondered if I would have to keep doing it from now on. Bribing my younger brother, that is. I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. "I think I'm fucked," I said to myself. --- "Can we get pizza for dinner tonight?" In a certain way, I was relieved it was Tommy who cut the silence on our drive back home. I had spent a miserable day at my job thinking over the whole situation I found myself in. I still had no answer, no clever trick. "Sure, bro." "Yay!" He exclaimed. I was glad to find happy tones in his voice this time. "How about milk-shake?" "Damn! On a Thursday night?" "Yeah!" Ah! My money flying off my wallet. It was a bit unusual for Tommy to ask for take-out food like this, he usually eats whatever I cook or, once every full moon, whatever mom whips up for us."We'll see, okay?" "Mm-hmm!" He replied loudly. I twiddled my thumbs on the wheel and thought carefully about what I wanted to say next. "Is there a special occasion?" Tommy is generally a good boy, but he's known to be a little pushy among kids his age. The second to last thing I wanted was he thinking he could get away with things like these because he had leverage on me. Which, if we're being honest, I thought he had a bit. He shrugged. "I don't know, I think I'm in the mood for this," he answered calmly, his eyes focused on following the light poles as we drove by. "Maybe there is a special occasion," he finally added a few seconds later. I sighed discreetly. "I see. We'll talk later tonight, okay?" He just nodded at me, and we kept ourselves silent until we got home. --- "Honey," she called. "Honey! Tommy!" She called again, louder this time, from her bedroom. "What is it, mom?" "Hey, so, hmm, I'm going out with my girlfriends now, so have fun with your brother eating pizza, okay? You promise me you will behave?" She said as she put lipstick on her lips. "But mom, we-" "Now honey, you know I have said yes to the girls before, it wouldn't be right of me to change the plans now, would it?" She cut Tommy's objection off immediately, then rummaged through her purse and fished out her car keys. I was hearing while sitting on the kitchen table and using my laptop. I wasn't aware Tommy had invited mom for pizza night as well. What was he thinking? She went past me without looking at me. "Jeremy, make sure you save some slices for dad, okay?" She said as she opened the front door. "I'll come home late tonight, no need to keep dinner for me." "Mom, can I-" I stopped myself before getting up and coming closer to her. "Can I borrow some money? For the pizza." She shot a puzzled look back at me. "Why don't you use your own money?" "Well, I'm a bit short on money and I have some of my bills coming up, so maybe you can help me out paying for Tommy's dinner? Just this once?" Mom thought to herself for some odd seconds. "Well, then just make regular dinner for him, okay? We're no rich people. We have enough food in the fridge already, right?" I sighed. "Okay, mom. Bye." "Bye, sweetheart!" I knew better than to insist. "Can we get pepperoni with extra pepperoni?" Tommy asked while he watched cartoons on TV. "Yeah, sure," I said on automatic, still zoning out our absent mom from my mind, then I realized what I had just said. I walked up towards him and stood beside the couch, looking at the TV. "So, about the pizza, bro, would you mind if we ordered it some other day? I'm a bit short on cash." Tommy looked up at me. "But you promised?" "Hey, hey, I did no such thing, remember? I will now promise I will get you a pizza, just some other day, okay?" Tommy looked back at the TV and then back to me. "What if we split?" He suggested, pulling money from the pocket of his school uniform. "Is that...?" I began talking and then stopped. "Are you okay? I gave you this, you can spend it however you want." He nodded. "It's okay, I want to spend it by eating pizza with extra pepperoni with you." I smiled at him. Seems like some awkwardness between us have vanished at some point, but I wasn't sure when that happened. "Special occasion?" Tommy thought for a bit, and then nodded again. "It's because I think you are a bit like me," he said innocently. A bit like me, he said. Instead of working through scenarios in my mind, I just took the money off of him and went to grab my phone. "Are we talking about this later?" I asked him while I dialed the pizzeria. He shrugged. "Sure." I stayed in the kitchen and away from the TV while I talked with the person on the other side of the phone call. Pepperoni pizza, one medium chocolate milk-shake, Tommy's favorite. "With. Extra. PEPPERONI." Tommy shouted from the couch. "Sorry, can you add extra pepperoni?" I said to the phone. "Hmm, you know what? Make it two milk-shakes," I added, then looked towards Tommy and said "what the hell, right?" He replied with both thumbs up. After I ended the call, I went past him and sat on the other end of the couch. I wasn't sure how to approach the subject but wasn't comfortable waiting Tommy take the lead either. "We can talk whenever you're ready, bro, but we need to talk a bit today, okay?" "Okay," he answered and grabbed the TV remote to turn it off. "We can talk now. What did you want to say?" "Well, I-" I started and then stammered a bit. "You woke up earlier than usual and saw something you weren't supposed to see, so I want to see if you have any questions for me. Then I would like to ask something of you." "I see," Tommy said. "Can I ask anything?" "Well, yeah," I answered, shrugging. "I think so. I'll do my best to answer truthfully, alright?" "Are you, like, a faggot?" He asked right away. I took a deep breath. I knew this question was coming sooner or later. "You know faggot is a demeaning word, right? People often use the word 'gay'." "Sorry. It's just what some idiots call me on school sometimes," he said, looking down at the socks in his feet. I wanted to dive further on this as it was the first time I heard of it, but he continued. "So, are you?" "It's complicated," I said as I rested my back on the couch. "Well, it's not like I don't _not_ like women, you know? I guess I just have broader tastes." "Hmm," he said. "But what of Marissa?" I nodded. "Yeah, my girlfriend doesn't know. I don't know how to bring the topic to her, either." "Do you want to?" "I- I don't know how to answer that." Tommy stood there looking at his feet for a little while. "Is this cheating?" "Hm, no. Not really," I said slowly. "I mean, it is something I am keeping from her, but that is not what people see as cheating." "I see," Tommy said. Talking to him was a bit easier than I expected, he seemed oddly receptive and at that point I had a pretty good clue as to why. "Thank you, Jeremy," he said with his cute voice. We smiled at each other. "Thank you for being understanding. Any more questions?" "Yes," he said readily. "What were you doing early this morning?" "Oh. You see, men sometimes do this thing with their bod-" "I know what masturbating is, silly," he cut me off, laughing. "I mean, that was dad's, right?" "Keen eye," I added. "So, I honestly don't know what to say to you. I guess the occasion took the best of my judgment and I let myself go a bit." "I know, I know, but why dads underwear? And it looked dirty as well." Tommy getting more comfortable in asking the difficult questions was honestly making me crawl under my skin. There was no way I was going to tell him I have a crush on our father. "Well." I started saying and then stopped while Tommy waited patiently. A while later, I continued. "Sometimes people have things that turns them on that might seem strange to other people, you see? Mine is the scent that comes off of people's underwear. Earlier this morning I was getting all the clothes to wash them and noticed dads smelled nice, and then I think you know the rest." "Ahh, so that's how men masturbate," Tommy said as he nodded, like one who just reached illumination. "Well, not quite... but a bit like that, yeah." I knew I was being exceptionally vague, but in my defense, how does one go and talk about masturbation after being caught jerking one off to their own dad's musky underwear? And besides, Tommy was perhaps one or two years away still from having to have this conversation. Time went by quickly while we walked on eggshells trying to navigate our way through this subject, and I noticed it was about time the pizza to arrive. "Hey, how about you take a shower? Maybe after you're done the pizza is already here, we eat, and then we can keep talking later?" Tommy just nodded and jumped from the couch. As he turned towards the hallway, he asked, "Are we... are we going to hell?" "We?" You see, Tommy never was one to talk about crushes. Whenever someone made the joke about him being boyfriend to some girl he would just shrug or stay silent. We haven't talked about this in the family, but deep inside I knew everybody saw it coming. Maybe me and dad. Not sure about mom, though, but that's neither here nor there. "For being gay. I think I'm gay, too," he admitted, calmly. I saw it in his eyes that he was ready to burst into tears but was keeping it steady. "I see." It isn't like I'm agnostic, but I kind of rescinded my affiliation with the church some time ago. Once I knew I liked men and that this attraction was beyond my free will, I found there wasn't much reason to keep believing. "Well, you can rest easy, I'm sure God loves us all the way we are. You are not going to hell, Tommy, and thank you for the bravery of coming out to me." He wiped his eyes and shot me a beautiful smile. "Thank you, bro. I was afraid of this day but now I feel much better." I smiled back at him. "You can count on me. I'll keep it between us for as long as you need, okay?" He nodded cheerfully. "Now go take a shower, I'm sure pizza is almost here." "Okay!" He said and went trotting down the hallway. --- Tommy grabbed his milk-shake first and sat at the table while I grabbed plates for the pizza. "Fork and knife?" "Yes!" He exclaimed. "Sheesh," I said to him, smiling, "you gotta start learning to eat pizza like a real person, you know?" "Nah, but it's grimy!" He looked at the pizza box intently while I opened and served him a slice. His gaze followed my hands until I left the plate in front of his seat. "Damn, look at this," I said, pulling a strand of his droopy and soaked curly hair. "You gotta learn how to dry yourself as well." "There was no time, the milk-shake was already here," he argued. "Fair enough." He wore a colored cartoon tank top with his pajama bottoms. His clothes, too, were a bit wet, especially around his crotch, where I know for a fact he spent little effort cleaning and drying properly. Tommy had a bit of dad in him, he also knew when to do the job right when he smelled too strong. At least he changed underwear every day. Good for whoever has to be around him, less so for me. "So?" I asked him. "Pepperoni with extra pepperoni. Peppepepperonironi pizza, like you wanted. What's stopping you?" "I don't get it. I smelled my underwear today and it didn't smell of anything but clothes. Why is it good to you?" He asked, deadpan. I almost snorted my milk-shake into my slice of pizza as he spoke. Should've guessed the questions weren't done but I certainly didn't expect for him to try it out either. "I-hmm, they have to smell right," I answered as casually as I could. "But right how? I didn't find dad's, mom's or yours in there to compare, so I'm really confused." "Did you what now?" I massaged my eyebrows as I thought it over. You know how kids often repeat what they see grown-ups doing? Yeah. "Tommy, you weren't supposed to do that." "Why not?" He questioned me as he kept sipping on his milk-shake. "You did it, why can't I?" "Well," damn smart dude. "This is adult stuff, you're too young to do these things. Also, you can get in trouble if you get caught by mom or dad. Which, actually, brings me to a topic I wanted to talk with you about." "Wait, wait," he stopped me as he raised his hand. "Can't you explain it to me, then? Come on, I wanna know!" "Sigh, listen," I started saying, then took a long breath. "Don't act all grossed out, but it's the smells people tend to leave on clothes that are accumulated over various days. You know when sometimes you pee and then notice some leftover pee dripped onto your underwear?" "Ah, so that is the thing. You like pee smells?" "Sorta, yes. There are other things as well, but that's the gist of it." Tommy then promptly pulled something out of his left pocket and brought it to his nose. "I thought that was the case, so I peed a little on mine, and I still can't smell anything." I started to sweat a bit. The idea of talking about my kinks to my young brother was quite amusing and, to be honest, I was starting to get a little drunk with the idea of teaching him into manhood, but the way this came into fruition was quite sudden and felt a bit wrong. "Tommy, you peed on your own underwear? What for?" "Because I want to understand you, dumbass," he said giving me the side eye. "We already look so different. Especially down there. Yours looked big, and so veiny too." "Alright, first things first," I said. I don't know where this was going towards to but it was escalating fast. "For the underwear, yours doesn't smell much because you usually drink lots of water. Also, you have to let it ripen a little," I said while making quote signals with my fingers as I said the word 'ripen'. "So how does mom smell of? Me? Who's your favorite?" "Dude, too many questions. Take a breather," I said as I pushed his plate towards him. "Your pizza is getting cold." He still ignored his dinner and held his pee soaked underwear in his hand. "Come on, I have so many more questions!" "Phew, okay. First off: penis. Subject 'a'," I proclaimed, mockingly. "You shouldn't compare yours with mine. I'm many years older than you, you haven't even gone through puberty properly yet. You will get there." "Yes, but yours was the first one I saw from grown-ups, so-" "Subject 'b'," I continued whilst he tried to justify himself. "Mine only looks big to your eyes. In the grand scheme of things, I'm actually average. Maybe even below it." He widened his eyes. "Are there men bigger than you?" "Plenty," I answered. Dad likely among them, but I tried to bury the fantasy I had of him naked back into my subconsciousness to tame my already half hard cock a bit. Tommy raised his hands up and parallel to one another. "Tell me when to stop," he said as he increased the distance between his hands. "Next topic: underwear and stuff," I continued, trying to ignore him. "Dad is my favorite. Satisfied now?" Tommy looked back at his hand and then back to me, disappointed. "Even compared to me?" "Excuse me?" I asked, jaw to the floor. "I don't smell good to you, then?" He asked as he sniffed his underwear once more. "No, it's not that," I said. "It doesn't work like this. I told you, you have to let it ripen a bit, then it'll smell good." "So you did smell mine before." I looked away from him. "I'm not going to answer that." Tommy finally stashed his underwear back into his pocket and grabbed the fork and knife to gnaw on his pizza. "I'll save it and then see how it smells later, then." I scratched my head thinking about the little devil I apparently created. "Put it into a sock and keep it deep in one of your drawers. Also change your shorts or your bed will smell of pee and mom will think you're wetting your bed again." "Sure, bro," he said as he cut a slice from the crust and bit into it. "Can I smell yours?" This time I gagged on a stack of pepperoni after I heard his question. After coughing a few times and wiping off the tears from my eyes, I asked "come again?" "I want to know how you smell like," he asked again, unceremoniously. I never saw my little bro being so open. While good in general, his curiosity and readiness at that moment was putting me in quite a pickle. "Tommy, you can't ask me that. And besides, I still have to talk with you about one important thing." "But it isn't fair! You know how I smell like, why can't I smell yours?" "Thomas," I said, seriously. "Can we get to what I wanted to talk with you about?" He shrugged, then nodded. "It's simple, really. I want you to keep what you saw today between us. Do you think you can do that? If people caught wind that I jerked off while sniffing to my dad's underwear, that wouldn't end up well to me. Do you understand?" Tommy stopped chewing and thought for a while. "Will you keep the secret of me being gay?" "Well, of course I well, you can trust me." He smiled. "Then you can trust me as well. It's between us." I let my shoulders fall, relieved. "Thank you, Tommy, I really appreciate it." "So can I smell your undies now?" "Sigh, you're insisting a bit too much," I said. "Listen, there is a line we should not cross, you understand? We're brothers. It is bad enough you saw what you shouldn't and, to be honest, I already told you too much. I think we should bury the subject from now on, you understand?" "What's wrong with smelling your underwear? You already do it, I don't understand." "I- I'm just worried where this road might lead us. We're brothers, and you're quite young." Tommy looked at me, puzzled. "I don't get it. I just want to know this one thing." "There are many things you don't see quite yet," I justified. "But trust me on this one." He shrugged. "What's stopping me from snatching it from the hamper like you do, then?" Touché, sneaky little devil. "Listen, okay, I-" Better do it with me than without me, I rationalized. What if he gets caught like I was? Still, the conversation moved far too fast. I needed time to think things over. "Can you give me some time for my thoughts to settle? We can talk about it some other day, okay?" "Tomorrow, then?" "Hmpf. Okay." "Awesome!" He exclaimed as he raised his fist to the ceiling. "But please, keep your underwear well hidden," I warned him. He nodded in agreement while he munched on another slice of his pizza. I suppose he didn't notice I spent the entire conversation with one hand over the table, squeezing and massaging my own cock as I answered his questions. My mind raced through many thoughts, I wasn't thinking things through well. Yet, it felt good, whatever 'it' was. My cock thought so, at least. As for me, I just needed a good wank that was denied from me earlier and a good night of sleep in the hopes of putting my thoughts back in order.