Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2022 05:36:01 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: Giving Thanks For My Brother - Part 1 My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. This story deals with relationships among male family members. If that fantasy bothers you, stop reading. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: patreon.com/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/. Giving Thanks for My Brother By Jay Spear "He's here!" Mom's voice rang out from the kitchen, where she was washing the dinner dishes and keeping an eye on the driveway. I bounded out of the TV room and raced out the front door. The November air was crisp and I felt my nipple harden underneath my T-shirt. Probably should have pulled on a jacket or something. But I couldn't wait. "Ryan!" I whooped. He looked up from the dash as I opened the passenger door of his Jeep and got. "Hey there, little bro." His voice was low and deep with affection. "Good to see you, man." I leaned in for a hug and felt Ry's arms wrap around my shoulder blades and give strong squeeze. Our necks pressed together and I could smell his cologne and feel the soft waves of his hair brush against my cheek. "I missed you," I whispered. "Me too, buddy." He squeezed again and let go. He pulled back to look me in the eyes. "You're looking good, Kev. Maybe hitting the gym a little more this semester? I can see the work on ya." I blushed. I was proud he noticed. "Trying to keep up with you," I retorted. Ryan had always been a little bit bigger than me. He was three years older, that was part of it. It had kept him ahead of me while we were still growing. But now that we were both young adults I'd mostly caught up in stature. And our faces were similar enough that people sometimes mistook us for twins. But still Ry was always able to pack on more muscle. I naturally ran a little more lean. Ryan laughed and flexed his bicep at me. Yeah, he was plenty big and I still had a ways to go before catching up. I grabbed his flexed him and gave it a squeeze. Then I pulled him back in, close. My forehead touched his and our sandy brown hair flopped together in indistinguishable waves. I breathed in the scent of him. A touch of sweat. Some woodsy cologne. I kissed him. Ryan's cheeks were rough with stubble but his lips were as soft as ever. He kissed back gently and I was flooded by memories of the last time we were together. Fuck, it had been a long stretch of months. My cock stirred in my sweatpants and I kissed back a little harder. "Hey hey hey," he said softly. He pulled back. "That feels great, Kev, but we gotta cool it for this visit. Jenna's coming tomorrow." Jenna, his girlfriend. They had been dating about a year and she was coming to spend Thanksgiving weekend with us after spending the Thanksgiving day with her family. "Yeah, but she's not here yet, right?" Ryan laughed and shot me a wry smile. "True. But we should get in the house. Mom will be out here in a minute trying to put a sweater on you because of the cold." "I know," I sighed. "Don't be such a horndog, little bro." He reached over and squeezed the hardon in my pants. "You're not gonna be able to walk around like that." He clicked open his door and stepped out. I sighed and crammed my dick into my briefs, pinning it straight up so it wouldn't show. "Help me with my bags." We pulled his suitcase and a duffel out of the trunk. I followed him to the house, looking at how the meaty globes of his ass filled out his jeans. Dude had been definitely hitting the squat rack. He paused before turning the doorknob and looked at me. "I'm serious, Kevin. I love you, man, but things have to be a little different this time. You understand." I nodded, but I didn't understand. We'd had something going for years. Was he trying to say it was over? We went in and Mom and Dad were all over him. "Ryan!! So good to have both my boys home." Hugs all around. "Go wash up, Ryan," Mom told him. You're in time for dessert." "Ma! It's Thanksgiving. We're going to eat like a million calories this week. I don't need any dessert." "You absolutely do." She patted his flat stomach. "Looks like you have plenty of room for some maple-pecan cookies." "If that's the offer then I guess I do," he chuckled. We went into the TV room where I was about to start our annual "Die Hard" marathon. It was Thanksgiving, but our family uses the holiday to get ready for Christmas. Mom brought in a plate of cookies and dad opened a bottle of bourbon. "Pappy Van Winkle," he said. "Been saving this for when my boys got home." We settled into the couch and reveled in the booze and sugar as we watched Bruce Willis take on Hans Gruber. There's nothing like the comfort of something familiar, falling back into old patterns. The fireplace crackled threw a nice warm glow on all of us. I had a couple of glasses of the bourbon. Ryan did too. Everything was warm and cozy and familiar. I was feeling pretty good as the movie wound down, all toasty inside and out. Sentimental. Ryan got up and stretched when the movie ended. "I gotta pee," he announced. "So good to have Ryan home with us this year," Dad announced. I was glad too. But for different reasons. I excused myself and went down the hall. I ran into Ryan as he opened up the door. "My turn." "Sure thing." Ryan stepped out. I shucked down my pants and left the door open. I could hear that Ryan hadn't walked away yet. I let loose a long stream of piss as he watched my bare buns from the doorway. "You drunk, bro?" he asked. "Are you?" "A little," he admitted. "That's why you're staring at my butt?" "Maybe. You still gotta nice butt." I shook loose the last drops of piss and then stood still, waiting. He reached out and ran his fingertips across the curve of my ass cheek. "Thanks." "Yeah." He continued stroking lightly. "Sure things have to be different this visit?" "Kevin...." He dropped his hand. I turned around to face him. "What?" "Nothing." He closed the door behind him and we stared at each other. He seemed to calculate for a minute but then leaned in with a sloppy kiss. I kissed back, letting my rising cock bob in between us. He took it in his hand and gave it a few light strokes. "Same size and shape," he whispered softly. "I know." "Kinda like we're twins," he said, coming back in to kiss me while he held my shaft closed up in his fist. I grabbed at his crotch and felt his cock through his jeans. He was hard too. "Dammit," he sighed. "I guess Jenna's not here until tomorrow. Old rules apply until then." He shot me an evil grin. I gave him one back. "Boys!" Dad called out from the TV room. "Are you going to stay up for the next one?" "Nah!" Ryan called back. "Not tonight. I'm pretty beat." He winked at me. "And I wanna get up for a run tomorrow." "OK, I'll shut it off," Dad replied. Ryan turned to me. "We'd better get back." "Yeah," I agreed. I stuffed my hardon back into my briefs and pulled up my sweats. Ryan checked that the coast was clear and then both stumbled out of the bathroom and down the hall. Mom met us at the stairs. "Ryan, I made up the guest room for you and Jenna." "Aw, thanks, Mom. Only...I may bunk with Kev in the attic tonight. You know, like old times and shit." "Language!" "Sorry, ma'am," he laughed. "Guess I've had a few." She sighed. "Anyway, fine. Do what you want. Just don't break any furniture. That would be like old times too." Ryan and I tromped up the two sets of stairs to the attic bedroom we'd shared as kids. It was a good sized space. You had to avoid the walls on the sides, because they sloped where the roof came down. But otherwise it was spacious and comfortable. The place was still set up with the two twin beds we used growing up. Mom thought it would work while we were small and then she'd have to convert the guest room for one of us when we became teenagers. But Ryan and I stayed there through graduation. We loved the attic. There had been plenty of space to for toy trains and building forts when we were younger. As we got older we'd use that space to roughhouse (so many knocked over lamps!) and escape the parents. It was our little getaway. "Same as always?" Ryan asked me, as he tossed his duffel bag onto the bed near the window. He could already see my stuff on the bed to the right. "Yeah." I met him at his bed and we lifted it together. Just a few feet to the side and we could match it up alongside the other twin. There. Ryan grinned. Then he put a hand on my chest and gave me a little shove. I fell back onto the bed, looking back up at him. We were about the same height standing up, but right now the handsome lug towered over me. "Fucker." I laced my legs around his thighs and pulled him off balance. He fell onto the bed next to me. I was on it, rolling over to try to pin him. He struggled and eventually threw me off. I could sometimes win with surprise or leverage, but he had me when it came to overall strength. We rolled and flipped for a few minutes, his hand grabbing my wrists, my knee splitting his legs apart so he couldn't use them against me. Playful struggle, intimate wrestling--just like that first time when we were teenagers. I still remember that day. A magic Saturday, when my brother and I first became something else to each other. Summer sunlight had streamed through the windows as we rolled around the floor, each of us trying to get the advantage. In those days we legitimately fought: we'd end up with bruises, scrapes, sprained wrists. We got on, yeah, for the most part. But we were teenagers m, roaring with testosterone that could took us from content to combative in a flash. We were still testing out the social rituals of manhood: posturing to assert dominance. We had started out fighting over something--the car, maybe--and as it often did, our disagreement turned physical. But that day, when Ryan pinned me down, I laughed. Then I flipped him and he laughed. And before we knew it, the whole thing turned playful and then we were kissing. It was maybe like an accident at first. A curious accident in which our bodies struggled against each other. We were laughing and our faces were so close. Maybe Ryan brought his my to mine, or I brought mine to him. As a joke, probably. But the minute our lips connected we both felt something something else. The laughing stopped and we pulled back and both our eyes got real wide. What had we just done? We paused only for a second but then we had to taste that electricity again. This time we didn't break off it off. We let it play out, soft and sweet and long. Lips touching lips, tongues exploring each other. His lips were soft and it was just like kissing a girl, except I could feel the fuzz on his upper lip and that was different. And weird. And exciting. We kissed harder and bodies pressed together. I could feel that my brother was getting hard, and my own dick was poking up at him too. I knew things would never be the same. That was the first time, and there would be many more, most of them right here in this room. Just like we were here again tonight. "Mmmmm, feels so good to kiss you, bro." "I know. It's awesome." Ryan ran his hand along my torso, running up my chest and tweaking a nipple through my T-shirt. In our younger years, when we were still figuring out this dynamic, he might have given a me titty twister. Now, though, he was testing my arousal, trying to drive it higher. We no longer had to cover it up with horseplay. We'd gotten comfortable with our own expression of brotherly love. He slid his hand under my T-shirt to thumb my nipples in a repeated movement. They swelled up like a bitch. He knew it drove me wild. I pushed my hand down to his crotch and slipped it inside his waistband. His cock was crammed in there and bursting to get out. I squeezed it and pulled, but kept it inside. Maybe we were repeating patterns from our early teens but we always spent a lot of time like this: just making out and getting each other really worked up before we got naked. "Feels good down here, big bro." "Feels awesome having you touch me, little bro." He sighed. "God, it's been a while." We hadn't fucked around like this since the middle of last summer. I'd gone up to Boston to visit him for a long weekend and were on each other three times a day. "Dude, you're gonna leave me shooting blanks into Jenna!" he complained. I didn't care. He didn't either, really. We were both glad to indulge this rare thing we had. "Yeah, been a long time," I agreed. "Let's make up for it, then," he said. He grabbed my dick and stroked me through my sweats. We stared each other in the eye, both gripping, both jacking the other, pausing occasionally to plant a sloppy kiss. "You taste like bourbon and chocolate, Ry." "Brother tastes best," he agreed. Then laughed. "After a plate of Mom's cookies anyway." He kissed his way down my neck and bit my shoulder blade. I moaned. I brought my fingers up to his lips and ran my fingers along them, then pushed them inside. He sucked eagerly, getting them wet. I plunged back down into his pants and rubbed my wet thumb across his piss slit. He moaned. "The shit you do to me..." He came in for a kiss. "Fuckin' gets me going." "We know each other's buttons." "We do." He sat up and straddled my pelvis, then stripped my shirt off. He bent down to nuzzle my neck, nibble on my erect nips, and rub his beard fuzz against my smooth belly. "God, that tickles," I told him. "You growing it out?" "Maybe," he grinned. "Jenna hates it. She likes me clean shaven." "Leave it then. I like how it feels." "You got it, bro." He worked his way back up, scratching my cheek with it as he kissed me deep. He peeled off his shirt too and then lay back down. Our naked torsos bonded to each other in a flash of skin and heat. We rolled around across the two beds. "I gotta let the boys out," he said. "You've got me just about to burst." He fumbled with his jeans and I pushed down my sweats. We stripped it all off and let our cocks free. They poked into each other's bellies. We knelt facing each other and reached across, taking cocks into hands, each brother stroking the other. Ryan spit into his hand and wrapped it around my cock again. I did the same. Each of us making a tight, wet hand-pussy for the other. We kissed gently as we pulled hard, filling the room with the sound of wet jacking. "I'm not gonna be able to last long, Kev. Tired from the booze and horny from you..." I wriggled myself into position and took his cock into my mouth. "Oh that's so nice, bro. You've got such a sweet mouth." He moaned as I sucked him. "Here. Let me get you too." He slid around to take me into his mouth and then we were sixty-nining, each long, slow suck matched by the other. He leaked pre and began to taste salty in my mouth. We increased our speed and took each other deeper. My hands reached around and grabbed onto his ass, so I could push his cock into my face. He did the same. We pushed and sucked and things built up quickly. And then we were coming into each other's mouth. A big flood. I swallowed it down in four or five huge gulps. He swallowed my load too, and I kept on sucking to clean him off. No drop wasted. "Shit, dude. You gotta stop. Got me sensitive as hell down there." I pulled off and his half-hard flopped in my face. I had a final long lock down the shaft. "Jesus!" he calked out. "Good?" "So good." He traced his fingertips down my naked torso. "Amazing that we came together. I only do that with you." "Same." He flipped around so we were head to head again. He kissed me softly and slung an arm around me. "That was awesome, Kev. But now, let's sleep." He was snoring within seconds. I ran my fingers across his furry legs and pulled them onto me so that we were entwined. Then I let myself drift off too. *** I woke up the next morning with Ryan's arm around me. We were still tangled up together and my own arm had fallen asleep, pinned underneath him. But I didn't want to move. We had thrown off the covers in the night; we warm enough from the body heat radiating between us. My body was nestled into his, in a loose kind of spoon, and I could feel his junk resting against my butt. He had his typical lazy morning half-hard: soft enough to mash into the space under my butt cheeks and hard enough to poke up a bit. God, that felt good. I made small movements to tense my body and push back on it a little bit. Like a reflex, it would pulse and stiffen up in response. His hairy pubes tickled my butt cheeks. Ryan's eyes were still closed but I could tell he was starting to wake up as he made little moves to push forward, testing the feel of his stiffening cock finding some space between my legs and just under my butt. "Mmmmmm, `morning," he greeted me. His beard fuzz tickled the side of my neck and I could smell last night's bourbon breath every time he exhaled. "Good morning." I turned my head to find his lips and then we were kissing, soft and slow and wet. All tender, no rush. Our bodies stayed glued together and we moved in tiny pulses, bringing our bodies tighter together and then pulling them slightly apart. His cock began growing thick and full. I spit into my hand m reached back to slick up his shaft. I let it go. Now wet, it slid easily between my cheeks, happily scraping along the trench. Ryan grunted and began pushing with a more regular rhythm. I reached back and placed him higher up so that the head was working my hole. Thrusting over top it, pushing and teasing. My pucker flushed pink with bloodflow and I could feel it responding to him. Opening up, trying to grip him, catch his dick. Ryan kept pumping. "Whoa!" He suddenly stopped moving. "My cock almost went inside you." "That's OK," I murmured. "We've done it before." "Yeah, but bro. Jenna comes today. I told you." He pulled back and unwound himself from my body. "And this is great, but it's gotta be different this trip." He got up from the bed and looked around on the floor for last night's underwear. "Shit, Ryan. I'm not trying to cause any problems." "Found them!" He stepped into his briefs and tried to stuff his hardon inside. He turned to look at me and leaned down to give me a quick kiss. "I know you're not, buddy. But we gotta be careful. Sometimes you get me all carried away and we'd take things too far." I didn't know what "too far" meant. My brother and I had been doing this for years. What was he worried about? "Help me?" He indicated the bed. I got up and took the other end. Like every time, we put the room back in place. Hiding that we'd spent the night in each other's arms. The two beds stood apart again. "Thanks, Kev." He turned and looked at me with serious eyes. "Listen, we probably gotta outgrow this, huh? I mean, there's me and Jenna and things are getting pretty serious. I'm sure you're chasing tail at college and sowing your oats, but someday you're going to want to settle down too." What was he saying? "Yeah, probably. But what does that have to do with us?" "With us? Everything." I thought nothing. I wanted nothing to change. "I don't understand." He reached over and rumpled my hair. "You will, kiddo. You're growing up fast and you'll get it. Even if you don't now." "Are you gonna marry her?" "Jenna? Maybe. We're going to move into together first. In a couple months. Try that first and see how it goes." "Oh." "Come on. Let's go downstairs for some coffee before we head out for a run." Stay tuned for Part 2!