Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 21:07:02 -0500
From: sunnyferyou@gmail.com
Subject: Big-Bro 1a-1c

Big Bro part 1a - The Death

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Most of this will be back story, if you don't want to hear about how things
happened with my brother (I promise it is not boring) and only what
happened with my brother, you can scroll to about half way.

Hi. My name is Kevin, and this is my story. I am 22 years old, currently
working and living in my mother's house (more on that) and I just had the
best week of my life. So you can get a visual representation, I am 6`2",
white with a moderate tan from summer sun, light brown spiked hair, blue
eyes, 165lbs of mostly muscle, a swimmer-like build. I don't mean to brag,
I seriously have 6.55% body fat as of the last time I saw my dietitian.

The following is day 1 of a mostly true story that happened not too long
ago, a week ago in fact. (All names have been changed to protect identity,
that's really the only main thing changed from the original story) This is
my first story on the Nifty, and one of my first stories ever published on
any story board. Any criticisms or comments welcome. See, in real life I am
not a talking individual, all my online friends and others who see me
online know me otherwise, but that is only because I am behind a computer
screen. When I am behind a screen, I am a very outgoing person, there can
even be a webcam on me and I would be talking up a storm. Its just when I
have to re enter reality

...

Well anyway, you get the point.

So I have been owning and operating a small business of ITs for some time
now, about 2 years. It started off as a high school project website, but
then I started getting calls from investors, and with the help of that and
my friend, it took off pretty well. The business I created with the help of
my friend, Roxie, is perfect for me. It is all hosted on my website out of
the home, so I never get to see the client, they ship their devices to us,
and if any local on site job is needed (we do contract out to small
businesses as well) I just dispatch one of my employees. Perfection. The
only ones that actually see me in the business are my employees, and, of
course, Roxie.

All was going well until my dad woke up in the middle of the night, unable
to breathe. The retired airman has been fighting cancer in his pelvis and
lungs for the past 10 years. With my mom and dad in the backseat, I rush to
the hospital in my Volkswagen. The little car was going 125 down the
freeway, luckily it was at night, so no traffic, unluckily, we lived out of
town, it was 2am, few street lamps, and cops were on patrol. I get pulled
over, my dad wheezing his last few breaths it sounds like as he was curled
up in my mothers lap, and this officer does not say a word as I roll the
window down. He sees my dad, looks into my mother's tearing eyes, looks
into my enraged ones, and asks if I need an escort. I don't say anything,
just an abrupt nod, and away we go. He's only going 105, better than
nothing, and my Dad's breathing is getting heavier. I flash my high beams,
he, I guess decides 'fuck it', and speeds up to 135. A few moments later,
we pull into the ER, my mom and I begin to carry Dad in, his breath so soft
now, I swore he could already be dead. The cop rushed ahead of us and I
presume grabbed the doctors' and nurses' attention, because a few moments
later, out came 2 young doctors, one was kind enough to help me fireman
carry my dad in, the other to help load him onto a gurney. Doctors
immediately rushed to us led by the policeman, and brought him immediately
to the operating room. That is where I left him, that is where the kind
officer shook my hand and said "God bless, my squadron will be praying",
that is where my Mom hugged me the tightest she ever has, and that....

...that is where he died.

We mourned. Oh, how we mourned. Minutes, hours, days, time was in stand
still. Nothing mattered. No prayer or song or poem by some man once wise
could ever ease this. Doctors, nurses, random passers by looked and
sneered, some stopped and patted our shoulders, one elderly man stopped in
his wheelchair and prayed next to us. Parents grabbed their kids and moved
away as if we were the plague, but it did not matter. Memories flashed
through my head, memories of him, his words, his kindness, his
stubborness... We were alone, we did not want to be, though we wanted to at
the same time. I will never forget the feeling. The only thing that made
time snap back into place was my mom, falling asleep on my shoulder, I
finally decide to drive us both home. A kind young doctor, one of the same
men who ran out to help my dad onto the hospital bed, and I presume the
same man who was there at his last moments, now helped me carry my
unconscious mom to my car. Still teary eyed, I take her iPhone and go
through her contacts. I pick out her core group of friends, and text them
all, asking them to meet for breakfast at her favorite diner, as it was
already 6am, and the sun was about t rise. I do the same for my friends. We
all have a small conversation, about 10 who responded, and after about 30
minutes, I head out.

On the freeway, as the sun is rising, my mom wakes up.

"When did you bring me here" she asks as she puts her hand in front of her
face to block the sun

"You fell asleep in the hospital" I said, not looking over, "The doctor who
helped carry Dad in helped carry you to the car"

"Oh. He's gone, oh dear god, he's gone. He's gone." She says as she begins
to tear up again.

I don't say a word, only allow a single tear down my cheek.

"Why aren't you taking I-70?"

"We're going someplace else, your friends have a surprise"

"Please not now, Kevin, I just want to go home"

"They're already waiting"

But it was a real surprise. Those people must have text bombed like crazy,
because when we got there, there were about 50 people waiting for us, and
not just our close friends, Dad's coworkers and friends, Mom's favorite
pastors, some guys from the Air Force I had barely met, anyone who was
touched by my Dad's kindness. My mom, being the natural people person,
perked right up. She was so happy. She took one look at me, as if to say
'thank you' and ran off like a kid in a playground. Typical Mom. I made
sure to keep her group separate from mine in the dining room.

My friends, the closest ones I have, are mostly people I have met online,
random online games, blogs and such. Oddly enough, I feel comfortable
around them, I actually do converse, not as much as I do online, but
anyway, I digress.

Thankfully it was a weekday, so it was slow. I ordered my usual, steak and
eggs, steak cooked medium eggs over over easy with a side of hollandaise
sauce and a buttermilk biscuit. The conversation started off as expected,
everyone apologizing for his death, feeling sorry for my loss, and
yammering about how great he was. I couldn't hear any more of it, and I
suppose my facial expression said so. Roxie, who showed up halfway through
the meal, changed the topic for me, and suddenly we were talking about the
Final Fantasy Realm Reborn beta test, a conversation that definitely helped
get my mind off things. I looked over to Roxie, smiled, as my way of saying
"thanks." She smiled back.

I always wondered why I felt a powerful friendship with this girl. She just
reads me so well. I had too much going through my head, what if I had gone
faster on the freeway? What if I headed out sooner? What if we had the
medicine to treat him in the house? What are we going to do financially?

So many questions, so few answers.

----

Big Bro part 1b - The Meeting

A day passed, and now, Saturday, I wake up to that annoying sound of my
alarm clock. My dog does not like the alarm clock either, so whenever the
little bichon hears it, he yelps and howls along with it. What a wake up
call. God damn what a wake up call. I rush over to my desk and slap the
mouse on the computer to turn the alarm off. Now, standing in the middle of
my chilly room with nothing but my blue briefs on, wobbling around trying
to find my damn pajama robe, I finally say to myself

"fuck it, Mom is not awake yet"

6am, early as fuck, and no coffee made. I stumble and yawn my way upstairs
from the basement bedroom, my dog scurrying past me startling the crap out
of me. I get to the back windowed sliding door and let the rascal outside,
wobble my way to the coffee machine and start brewing the pot of coffee. I
look down at my feet and realize that I'm still in nothing but my
underwear, but I did not care. Not like my mom was actually going to get up
this early. So I let the dog back in, feed him, grabbed my cup of coffee
and sat down at the kitchen table with my cup of coffee, a biscuit and my
laptop. Just then, I heard my mom enter from the other room

(Remember how I said this story was mostly true? This next part is
verbatim)

"Uhhh. Hi" I said, probably bright red in the face.

"Mmmm.... morning" she said as she wiped her eyes "the bed is just not the
same anymore, I slept on the couch in the den, thanks for making
coffee... uhh, Kevin?"

"Sorry!" I scooted my chair back so fast it hit the kitchen window
overlooking the backyard, darted downstairs to my room and slammed the
door. Wow, how embarrassing. Not to mention these are my tribal print blue
bikini briefs! Ahhhh so stupid!

Well, I found a pair of sweats and an a-shirt and went back upstairs.

"Sorry... I thought you'd be asleep upstairs"

She pinched in between her eyes as she sat down at the kitchen table next
to my spot "yeah, whatever. Let's just not talk about it."  (End verbatim)

I sat down, opened my laptop back up, and took a sip of my morning
brew. "So, we need to figure out the funeral" I said, as I open up my email

"Yeah, I have been working on a list of people to invite. I got all of his
co workers' names, our family, our close friends, and I've also been
working on trying to find some inexpensive catering and florists."

I was surprised when she said this, I had barely done anything except talk
to my online friends. "You've really been hard at work" I said with a smile

"Well, I can't get him off my mind. I spent most all last night looking up
ideas on my iPad." she she picked up her iPad off the kitchen table. "See?"
she handed it to me with Safari open, a whole list of tabs open. Catering
services, floral services, funeral homes, limousine services, whole nine
yards. We discussed for the next hour or so on everything, shared ideas,
and so on, all the while going through a whole 12-cup pot of coffee.

"oh my goodness I almost forgot to tell you" my mom said

"Hm?"

"You're brother said he would be coming in today, said he got vacation time
and a plane ticket right away" she said as I was sipping more coffee

I suddenly opened my eyes, "really?"

"Yes, he will be here this afternoon. You're going to need to clean up
downstairs"

"What time this afternoon?"

"We are picking him up at 3." she put down her iPad and said with a grin,
"and if you don't mind, I'd like to use your car for it" My car? My 2012
black CC all wheel drive with a custom-fitted w8 twin turbo? Oh hell no.

"I'll drive" I said abruptly. My Dad's 2011 Camaro RS is the fastest thing
she's ever driven, which we had to replace the transmission on because she
decided to grind through 2nd gear, and her current car is a VW passat
TDI. Sure, her car is quick, but a 6.5 0-60 is nothing compared to a 3.5.

"...ok" she said with her silly pouty face.

"I'm gonna cook some eggs and hashbrowns, would you like some?"

"sure, fry up some peppers while you're at it"

"k"

We talked some more, mainly about plans for this week, with Steven coming
in and all. And after so long of talking, I just about had enough, so I
went downstairs to clean the basement. Mom's responsibility in the house
was usually the kitchen and office.

My parents bought this house about 5 years ago, and since then, thanks to
my Dad's amazing promotion to chief test pilot, we have made some large
renovations to the house. My part in the home is one third of the mortgage
payment and utilities. It's only fair, since I do have a decent income and
I am living under someone else's roof. The reason I decided to do that
rather than purchase my own house was because first of all my Dad's medical
condition, and secondly because I could not find many other places large
enough and secure enough to hold my business. That, and, I'd really hate to
have the hassle of setting up backup servers to host the website while it's
in transition. Since I am paying for it, my parents do allow me to have
guests over as often as I want, so long as they stay in the basement during
dark hours. A very fair rule.

So I got the entertainment center clean, bar clean, my room, my bathroom,
basement public bathroom, and my office space all clean, the only thing
that I did not have time for was the workout room, but I did not really
care about that.

A few hours later, we head up to the airport. The flight came in early,
which was a common thing at our airport, strangely. And there he was.
Steven is, besides my very close friends, one of the few people that I can
talk to without getting uncomfortable. When I saw him coming out of the
gate, I just got so uncontrollably excited. Finally, he's home.

...and oh my god.

He was ripped.

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Part 1c - The reunion

He was always about the same height as me, 6'2", but it used to be he was
scrawny. He stood there, military cut and trimmed, and filling out that
uniform so well. Still probably a medium-small size waist, but a chest to
serve the gods. Biceps the size of my thighs, and pecs, oh god those
pecs... Simply put, he was one finely cut hunk. As he walked, it was as if
everything was in slow motion, I could not help but stare at him, head to
toe, and I'm pretty sure I popped a boner in my shorts. I felt disgusted
for seeing him in that way, but at the same time, so excited. I mean dear
god, he's my brother not my boyfriend. But I could not help it. My
brother....

My brother... is hot.

He came up to me first with a huge bear hug, nearly squeezing the life out
of me, and with his cheek pressed against mine, I felt a tear run across my
cheek, this time not mine, but his. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to
make to keep my boner concealed, but I could not help but get more
horny. The feeling of those balloon pecs on my chest, those biceps nearly
killing me, and that rock hard back was just too much. Looking back, I'm
sure he felt it, my boner. We were so tightly wrapped together that I'm
sure there's no way he couldn't of, even with those camo cargo pants.

He let go of me, and then gave my mom a hug the same way. After a few
moments of picking up his luggage and talking, we headed back to the house.

"This was all very last minute, so we don't have a place for you to sleep."
My mom said when we got back to the house.

"What happened to the guest bedroom?" Steven said

"Yeah, I'm to blame for that" I said. I walked toward the guest room,
opened the door, and flicked on the lights. "It's being taken up by the
website now."

"Oh my god...." Steven said, awestruck. 10 server racks, filled with all
kinds of computer hardware. UPS systems, RAID systems, power filtration, 90
individual servers, fiber switches, fans and cooling systems so noisy they
can literally deafen you, and cables everywhere with a single desk off to
the side with 3 monitors.

"Well then... At least your business is doing well, Kevin." Steven said.

"You could say that," I said "We actually need to expand a little more,
problem is we need the electric company to come out and put in another
circuit to the breaker."

"Huh," Steven said, "So, I can either sleep on a couch, or I don't mind if
I share a bed with Kevin. Wouldn't be the first time."

My cock stirred at the thought. Sleeping next to my bro? No way. This could
not be happening.

"That's fine with me" Mom replied.

Oh my god it is happening. I am sleeping next to my hunk brother.

I show him downstairs to my little cave "Haha, you really redid this place
too, huh?"

"Haha yeah, this is my office more than it is my room. Over there on the
shelves I put in are stations where I put the computers I am working on,
each with it's own plug ins which feed to my monitors over here. Above
those computer stations in the cabinets are spare computer parts and
cables. Normally I can fix a computer without having to order any parts. I
can have up to 7 computers on the shelves at a time. My main machine is
really more of a gamer than it is a regular computer, spent about 3 grand
building just the box. That feeds out to these 4 center monitors. 3 of them
allow me to game in 3d surround view, and the 4th allows me to chat online
while I'm in game. These two other monitors on the other corner of the desk
are reserved only for those computers on the shelves. I can control which
computers I want to work on with this switch. And then those two monitors
and small computer here on the opposite corner connect to the server room
upstairs."

"Well then... I'd have to say, I've never seen such a high tech setup, and
no, I did not understand a word of what you just said"

"Yeah, kinda figured"

"Oh shush. I'm gonna change for dinner."

He threw his bag onto my bed and just started stripping, right there. "Uh,
you want some privacy?"

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm used to changing in front of other
guys. Hell even other girls. Doesn't phase me at all anymore."

Off went his shirt, thrown right on the bed, and then his a-shirt,
revealing his perfectly sculpted upper body. Those balloon pecs
complimented with his hard nipples, a six-pack made out of sculpted clay,
and just a small tuft of hair in between his pecs and a small trail leading
below his belt line. Off went the pants. Oh god. Oh. God. That ass bubbling
through his Calvin Klein red briefs, and I swear a semi-hard cock.

"See something you like?"

"Oh, uh, no, I mean. You really bulked up. You just got so... Big."

"Ha thanks man. By the way, how are you and that one guy doing?"

"Oh, you mean Dan? We broke up a year ago. Haven't been with anyone since."

"Sorry to hear that"

"No big. And I don't mind, silence is necessary sometimes."

"Haha, I can hear that. Oh, don't be shocked, but, nice boner." He looked
straight at my shorts. I didn't even notice!

"Shut up I... Shit, I, uh..."

"Don't fret, dude. Hey, let's go get some dinner." He quickly put a t-shirt
on, looked a size too small the way it fit on him, and a pair of basketball
shorts.

"Uh, yeah. I'm hungry."

After dinner, Mom and I gave him a tour of the place, showed him everything
we've done to it. The gardens, hot tub, jacuzzi in the master bath, whole
house stereo, theater, new workout room, Dad's office, the bar, whole nine
yards. Needless to say, he was very impressed. Said he barely recognized
the place.

After that, Mom decided to go hit the hay. She's had barely any sleep for
the past few days, so I can really understand.

"I could use a drink, though. What you say?" Steven said

"You read my mind"

So we went over to the bar in the basement, and, just like old times,
started talking about random stuff. We had a lot to catch up on. His
stories mainly revolved around how much pussy there was to eat on military
bases, and mine more had to do with gaming and business. Some things just
never changed. After several very stiff drinks, both of us feeling pretty
darn good, it was probably time to hit the hay, considering it was already
about 11, but not before we each had a round with Call of Duty.

So we went over to the theater room next to the bar, shut the doors, and
fired it all up. Kill after kill, earth-shattering blast after snipe out
after frag, one thing was for certain: I played this a whole lot better
sober. He was kicking my ass left and right. My buddies online kept saying
what in the world was wrong, and when I told them I was drunk, they just
laughed and pressed on killing me.

Hours went by, and once we had our fun with deathmatches,

"You know, we probably should go to bed, it's like 1, but hell, I'm still
wide awake." Steven said.

"Yeah... Been a rough day."

"You know what I'm really feeling? A good strong workout."

"I'm kinda tipsy still"

"Well, yeah, so am I. I'm gonna go change into my workout clothes."

"K. I'll do the same."

I went into my room, Steven into the bathroom. I changed into my white and
blue jock, red b-ball shorts, and a black underarmor a-shirt, then went
over to the workout room. There, the what used to be old storage room, is
now all rubber mat flooring, free weights, bench press, incline, treadmill,
chin-up bar, squat press, leg press, and a set of kettlebells. I go up to
the stereo and start playing some rock music as Steven walks in, nearly
butt ass naked.

"<chuckle> do you always work out in just a jock?" I question, trying to
put the god-like image in front of me in the back of my mind.

"Well, only at home." he says as he sends me a wink. That sent me through
the roof. I really wanted to just stare, but I knew if I did I would have
an instant boner.

"Why don't you join? It's gonna get steamy in here" he said, and I swear he
had a sexy kind of undertone to the question.

I gave him a few seconds stare, trying to think of any repercussions of
this, but then decided fuck it. I took of my shirt and shorts and joined
him. So there we were, 2 fit men standing there in nothing but jocks almost
completely exposed to each other.

"Wow, you really bulked up." he said "No longer the skinny nerd I once
knew"

"I thought I could use our gym more often, especially since it was moved
right next to my room. Actually, I'm normally here just like this,
sometimes in less clothing, to be honest."

"That's cool. Wish I could do that. I'm gonna get on the bench, you should
spot me." We put on 90 on each side and he did his 15, then took off 30 on
each side and he did another 15. I just couldn't help it... his body was
too perfect. The bulge in his pecs and arms, the slight movement of his
carved abs, but I couldn't think about it. I couldn't think about his oily
body glistening in the light of the room.

"Your turn"

I did a 15 of 60 on each side, then a 15 of 45 each side, and a 20 of 35
each side. Near the end of it the only thing I could concentrate on was not
the numbers, but the sight of my bro's jock inches from my face, and the
musty smell that came with it. I could see so clearly the outline of his
obviously semi-hard cock, as well as the manscaping. Suddenly I knew where
this was going, and I was split if I was going to let it happen, or not.

We continued on with the workout, doing freeweights, leg presses, and some
pretty damn hot squats. I'm sure you can imagine the hotness. My brother
right behind me spotting me, holding my chest loosely as we both squat
down, and on the way back up, the feeling of his package in that tight jock
lightly grazing the crack of my ass. Then, flipping around and me doing the
same to him. Now it wasn't all just us checking out each other's bodies and
both of us working up a hell of a sweat, there were also good discussions.
Some about relationships, about dad, about the military, gaming, business,
life at home, finances, etc.

By the end of it all, we were covered in sweat, and there were 2 things on
my mind: another drink and shower. If you wanted to add a third, the
disgustingly sweet idea of sex.

Until next time,

-Kev
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