Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2022 16:04:40 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: Giving Thanks For My Brother - Part 2 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 - Part 2 By Jay Spear Thanksgiving day went forward as normal. Dad joined me and Ryan for a morning run. We needed exercise ahead of the mounds of food Mom was making. I was pissed at Ryan. I can't really say why. I mean, it's not like wee ever promised each other anything, but it felt like he was breaking our deal somehow. Like he was throwing away one of the best parts of our connection. As brothers. And as something more. On the run I pushed the pace and Ryan worked to keep up. We'd were both too fast for Dad, so we dropped him early on. From there it was me and Ry, just another friendly competition between brothers. But I didn't feel so friendly in that moment. I leaned in and sprinted when we hit the big hill. I knew I was a better runner and I could power right up. I mocked him at the top. "Trouble keeping up, big bro?" "Fuck you," he wheezed. I slapped him on the back and then took off again. I stayed ahead, knowing that he would have to watch my ass bounce and flex with each stride. "It's not a competition!" he called out. "Everything's a competition!" I yelled back. We finally made it back to the house. Ryan collapsed in the yard. I laughed at him panting on the ground. He scowled. "That's unkind, bro. You're a fucking beast." "Learned it from you." He shot me a look and struggled to catch his breath. After several minutes Dad shuffled into view. "You boys trying to kill an old man?" He was still winded. "I can't keep up with you." I know we all should have shook it off with a laugh. Instead Ry and I just glared at each other. "Let's go in. Time to hit the showers," Dad suggested. We in. Ryan called first dibs on the upstairs shower and I waited for him to be done. He was taking forever. Finally, I busted in the door. "Gotta piss," I explained. Ryan stood at the mirror shaving, a towel wrapped around his waist. I watched the chunky ripple of his back and shoulder muscles flexing as he maneuvered the razor around his face. I took my stance at the toilet and let out a long stream. "Ahhhhh..." Sweet relief. Ryan shaved on in silence. "Hey," I said. "Thought you were keeping the beard?" "Jenna doesn't like it. I'm gonna clean up before she gets here." Fucking Jenna. *** Thanksgiving dinner was at 2:00 and we all tucked in. The wine helped things. Gradually we all slipped back into a jovial mood. Family patterns took over. Mom pushed second helpings and Ryan and I cracked jokes. Dad contributed with dad jokes and we groaned at the bad puns. "What time does Jenna's flight get in?" Mom asked. "Not `til 8:30." "I'll save some pie for her." "Mom, there's enough pie for an army. I'm not sure `saving' is the right word." "I want Jenna to feel at home. You guys are getting serious, right?" "Yeah." "That's good," Dad chimed in. "I like her. She settles you down." "Not sure that's a good thing," he laughed. "It is," Mom said. "You two can't be wild things forever. First Ryan, and then Kevin when he finds a nice girl. Or a guy, I guess." "I like things the way they are," I asserted. "Give it time," Mom advised. Ryan and I locked eyes. He understood. "Let's have more of this pumpkin pie, Mom." Ryan said. "Plenty for us, plenty left for Jenna." "So glad you boys like it." *** Ryan got back from the airport with Jenna a little after 9:00. She breezed into the house, all cute and chirpy. I said hello, gave her a nice hug. I didn't hate her. Jenna was fine, I guess. I knew she made my brother happy and I had no real issue with adding her into the family. I just didn't want that addition to force a subtraction in return. I kept looking over at Ryan. It was impossible to catch his gaze. He had eyes only for Jenna. She prattled on, responding to banal questions from our parents. Dad put Jenna's bag in the guest room and Mom got her a glass of wine. We all sat around the fireplace in the living room, chatting, until people started to yawn. "You poor dear," Mom said. "You must be exhausted from all that travel." "Yes, I'm a little tired, I guess. But I'm really glad to be here." "Well, you can go to bed whenever you want. I'm going to go set up the coffee in the kitchen and then tuck myself in for the night." "`Night, Mom," Ryan called out. We both gave her a hug. Jenna did too. When Mom left the room I picked up the remote. "Die Hard 2?" We had to get this going if we were going to make to through the series before the end of the weekend. Dad nodded and Ryan nodded looked over at Jenna. "What do you think, babe?" "I think I'd fall asleep. Sorry!" she laughed. "OK, do you want to go up now?" "If that's OK." "Sure, I'll go up with you." "You don't have to. You can stay and watch." "That's OK." He shot an evil grin at the rest of us. "I want to." "Ryan, when are we gonna watch this, man?" "Go ahead without me. I'll catch up for the third one tomorrow." "Not the same without you," I grumbled. "You'll be fine little bro. You don't need me to hold your hand at the scary parts." Ryan and Jenna said their good nights and headed upstairs. "Are you going to start it?" Dad asked. "I guess." "I'll watch with you. I know it's not the same, but I'll keep you company." "Sure." He could hear the disappointment in my voice. "Hey, Kev. You gotta let Ryan do his own thing. You're both growing up. It can't always be just like it was when you were kids." I knew it was true, but that was exactly what I was mourning. *** Ryan and Jenna were still awake when I finished the movie. I could hear water running in their bathroom as I climbed up the stairs. I brushed my teeth glumly. The shower stopped and then I heard little giggles from Jenna. Some whispering. A bump against the wall. "Another round?" Ryan's low voice carried through the heat register. There was more giggling from Jenna. I sat on the floor to get my ears closer to the register. I knew those sounds: Ryan's sloppy kisses. A thump as he maneuvered her into place. Little moans and a surprise gasp from her as he worked his tongue into the curves and crevices her body. I closed my eyes and tugged on my cock, letting the sounds remind me of the night before. When Ryan's moves were trained on me. Then, "Let's get back to the bedroom," I heard Ryan whisper. And there were no more sounds. I was left on the cold tile with my hard cock and total silence. *** Ryan was goddamn chipper at breakfast the next morning. All smiles and hellos as he fried up some eggs and plated them for Jenna. "You want some too, bro?" "Always," I grumbled. "You don't even have to ask." "You need some coffee, little brother." He poured a cup and passed it to me. "You sound like hell." "Didn't sleep well." "I slept like a baby." Jenna giggled. Stupid bitch. We ate our eggs and fought over the paper. Jenna took the sales insert and announced she wanted to do some Christmas shopping. Ryan and I jockeyed for the movie listings. Lots of new flicks out for the holidays. When Jenna excused herself for the bathroom, Ryan looked at me and lowered his voice. "Damn, bro. We fucked like three times last night. I came like a geyser, I was so fucking pent up." "I understand that." "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Not saying to rub it in. I just really like her, you know?" "I know." "Sorry about missing Die Hard last night. Come with us to the mall in the afternoon. Jenna can do her shopping and we'll catch a movie. Have some bro time." "OK." *** We had lunch together at the mall and then Jenna was off to the shops. Ryan and I got tickets for the latest action pic. "Popcorn?" Ryan asked. "Always. Extra butter." "I know." We added in some malted milk balls for good measure: "What the hell, it's Thanksgiving." We crunched the milk balls during the lead-in to the movie, cracking up at the outdated ads and earnest PSAs. "Shhhhhh!" the lady behind us scolded. We went silent for a moment. But then I looked over to see Ryan making the same kind of face I was making. We burst into laughter. Ryan leaned in and whispered. "Good grief. The movie hasn't even started yet! She's not missing anything." "I know, I know. But I suppose we can shut up now. Looks like the lights are going down. I think it's about to start." We watched flames lick their way up the Empire State Building. Within minutes it was ablaze, as the opening sequence played out. We settled into our seats, passing the tub of popcorn between us. I got boned up when Ryan was holding it. He was spreader, so his legs splayed wide in the seat. The popcorn tub was trapped in between. Reaching over to grab a handful of popcorn was just the same angle, and nearly the same feeling, as reaching down to his crotch and grabbing a handful. I started chubbing up just from the familiarity of the movement. Fuck. I'd never make it through the movie in this condition. I took the tub from him and put it on the end of my leg, down by the knee. It was close enough that he could reach it, but far enough that it wouldn't excite me. Things blew up on the screen and gunshots rang out through the speakers. It felt good to be back in our element, just two brothers hanging out and enjoying some good disaster. A helpful break from the the tensions of the past two days. It was, until we both grabbed for popcorn at the same time. Our hands met in the tub, buttery fingers crashing into each other as we raked the bottom of tub to get the remaining handfuls. For a moment, we froze. And then I felt his slicked up fingers lace themselves through mine. He squeezed. I squeezed back. We kept our hands in the tub. He stroked the inside of my wrist with his thumb. A few minutes later he leaned in and whispered, "Feels nice." "Yeah." We were full-on holding hands now. Ryan picked up the popcorn tub and set it on the floor so it wasn't in the way. He never let go. His hand covered mine and both lay heavily on top of my thigh. My leg was resting against his and I leaned my torso in to match up with his, shoulder to shoulder. Ryan let go of my hand long enough to slip his directly onto my thigh, near my knee. He gave it a squeeze and then held it there, holding me. I I covered his hand with mine and stroked it softly. We sat that way the rest of the movie, watching explosions on the screen but reveling in the tenderness of holding a brother's hand, being cuddled up like we were on a date. The ending credits came up and people started to file out. Ryan gave me a squeeze and leaned in, turning his head to face mine. "This was really nice, Kev." I turned to face him. His eyes were serious and his expression was sweet. "Yeah." And then he kissed me. The lights were still low and people were bustling around us to file out of the theater. But still. We were visible. We were bothers. And we were kissing. I gave myself over to it. I wanted it to go on forever, but we probably got a good minute, I suppose. Then, "Fuck, that was crazy!" Ryan laughed. "Like we're on a fucking date or something! Come on. We should go find Jenna." I followed him out of the theater, wishing he would grab my hand and we'd walk out just like that. For all the world to see. *** We found Jenna, and then she was cooing all over Ryan. And Ryan was doing it back. The last two hours with Ryan evaporated in an instant. The warm, contented feeling was gone. The three of us walked around the mall for a little bit, but thankfully Jenna was all shopped out. Ryan suggested we get back to the house. "You go ahead," I told him. "I want to stay out for a bit." "Here?" I did not want to stay here, in the mall. But a ten-minute Uber ride would get me to the gay bar I used to sneak into back in high school. I was at The Rail in no time. It was late afternoon, so definitely not prime time. But it WAS a holiday week. Plenty of guys wanted some time away from their families. It was half full when I walked in. Not so bad. I got a beer and took a lap around the place. A good, mixed crowd. Social. People drinking together, talking. "What can I get you, gorgeous?" The beefy bartender with the daddy `stache was warm and flirty. I was grateful for his attention and the beer. He let his hand linger a little too long when he took my cash from me. "Thanks," he said with a wink. "Come back when you need more. And don't let those other guys get their hands on you." I laughed and thanked him for the beer. I took a lap and then perched on the rail along the wall, at a spot in front of the pool tables. I pretended to watch the game but mostly I was scanning the crowd. I was still horned up and looking to score. "Hey there, I'm Scott." The guy was on me before I even got a sense of the crowd. "Hi, I'm Kevin." "Had a good Thanksgiving?" he asked. "Yeah, it's been OK, I guess." "Aw, just OK? How can I make it better?" He flashed a huge smile. The guy was really handsome when he smiled. A little taller than Ryan, but a similar build actually. Maybe a few years older than Ry, but I kind of liked that too. We got to talking, and then talking led to kissing. Pretty soon his crotch was pressed up against mine. I could feel we were both hard. We kissed and ground against each other. His hand caressed my butt. "Hey, do you wanna go back to my place?" he said in a low voice. "Yeah, I want to..." My cock said yes. My hole did too. Both were perked up, throbbing. I was just as hard as when Ryan and I were at the movie. But my heart wasn't fluttering. And that was the difference. I didn't want just sex. I wanted that feeling that I had holding hands with Ryan: heart wired to cock, butterflies in my stomach, love and sex all rolled into one. I knew that wouldn't come with Scott, only with Ryan. Shit. Shit shit shit. "But I can't today." I felt bad even saying it. I sighed. "OK. But can I see you tomorrow? Sometime this weekend?" "I shouldn't. Thanks, Scott. But I'm kinda hung up on someone. Sorry." *** I got back in time for dinner, a bunch of leftovers that Mom whipped into new dishes. Turkey tacos with crispy fried mashed potato cakes on the side. It wasn't too cold, so after dinner Dad went outside to make a fire in the fire pit. We put on coats and piled on blankets and sat around the crackling fire. I watched Ryan's face glow golden in the firelight. Jenna crossed over and took the seat next to me. "Hey, Kevin. I want to say that it's been good being with you all this weekend. Thanks for having me come visit." "Of course." "You should come visit us in Boston sometime, Kevin. I know you and Ryan are close. He'd love to see more of you, I'm sure. And I would too." I had been happy to visit Ryan in Boston before. We'd go out drinking and then drunk-fuck all night. But I couldn't expect *that*, now that he and Jenna were moving in together. "Sure, thanks." "Well, anyway. It's an open invitation." She moved back over to Ryan's side. We all talked and joked until the parents got tired and went to bed. Then Jenna peeled off too. Ryan grinned and fetched a bottle of whiskey from the house. We didn't bother with glasses--just passed it back and forth. "So, where'd you go after the mall?" "To a bar." "Yeah? Looking to score? Did you?" I shook my head. "I thought I wanted to. I mean, I was all horned up from two hours in the dark with you." I took a big swig from the bottle. "That was the problem. There was a hot guy and he was DTF, but holding your hand at the movie ruined it for me." "You let some hand holding mess up the chance for a good lay?" I was quiet a moment. "Since it was your hand, yeah." Ryan looked concerned. "Guess I was holding out for you." "You shouldn't hold out for me, bro. I can't...We can't... But yeah. OK, yeah, I get it. I thought so too. That was pretty awesome at the movie." "Yeah?" "It was. I was totally hard through the second part of the movie. Just feeling your leg next to mine. Made me think about..." he went quiet. "But it's not just that. You get my dick hard, yeah. But there's more to it." He took a big gulp of whiskey. "Holding your hand. Just holding it, all soft and caring. And knowing it's my brother. That's the kicker. Knowing there's this weird, wonderful, deep love between us. Something that goes way back." He took a another slug of the bourbon. "I want it to go forward too." "Kev, I...I dunno. I really wanna... But there's Jenna. And you'll have someone someday too." "But I don't want to lose you." "You won't! We'll always be brothers." I stayed silent. That felt like losing him. "And we both have to live our lives, so I just don't know--" "But why not both, Ry? Why can't you love Jenna AND me?" "How's that gonna work?" "I don't know. But maybe let's figure it out." He went quiet and stared into the fire. Then he took my hand held it for a long moment. He squeezed it and then stood up. "I gotta go up to Jenna." He looked sad. "OK." I felt sad too. I turned my head away from the fire so he couldn't see my eyes begin to glisten. "Good night then." There was a long silence. Then I heard him walk away and go into the house. *** I moped around all Saturday. I knew I didn't have a right to be so pissy, but you can't help your feelings. They come bubbling up without your asking them to. In the afternoon we hauled out the Christmas tree and ornaments. Mom's rule was the it had to wait until Saturday but be up and decelerated before the the weekend was over. "Remember this one?" Ryan held out a cardboard tube from a roll of paper towels. When I was five I had drawn a candle on it and Mom punched holes in the top and hung it up on the tree. I laughed at it. I dug through the box and pulled out a weighty lump of clay. "How about this ugly thing?" It was supposed to be a bird that Ryan had made and painted sometime in elementary school, but it looked godawful and weighed a ton. Ryan laughed. "That thing will break off the branches." "Usually does," I agreed. I put it up and watched the branch droop down to the floor. "Ugly piece of shit too." "Not fair. You got all the artistic talent in the family." He shook his head. "Just throw it out. I don't know why they saved all this shit." "Don't you dare!" Mom scolded from the other room. "Those are my memories of when you boys were small." She came into the room to look at us. "You'll never be that age again," she said wistfully. "Stop, Kev. You're gonna make Mom cry." "She only cried when you made this ugly thing." "Knock it off," he said with a slug to my arm. "Never," I countered, punching him back. He lunged at me and pinned me to the ground, then smiled. I grappled with him and flipped him onto his back. We were scrambling around on the floor while Mom and Jenna looked on. "Do they always do this?" Jenna asked. "Almost always," Mom sighed. "Let them work it out." She shrugged. "Come into the kitchen. You can help with the mulled wine." They left the room and we continued grappling. I got in a few hits where I could. I felt Ryan's cock growing in his pants. He pressed me into the floor. His crotch ground into me. His face was close to mine. "I wanna kiss you, Kev." "Who's stopping you?" He leaned in the final few inches and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle even as our bodies crushed up against each other. "You taste so good," he said hoarsely. "Your breath fucking stinks," I told him. I flipped him over and pinned his arms above his head. His lips still looked soft and pouty. I kinda wanted to smack his stupid face. But I wanted to kiss him too. Instinct took over and we were kissing again. It was so risky, with the girls in the next room. Our cocks ground against each other. "Come to the bathroom," he whispered. We went upstairs to the hallway bathroom. Ryan closed the door and locked it. His lips went back on mine. He pushed me up against the wall. His hand cupped my cock and squeezed. "I gotta taste you, Kevin. Everywhere." He sunk to his knees, unzipped me, and pulled out my cock. It stood at attention. Ryan's eyes grew wide as he licked a long line from my balls to the tip of my shaft. "Damn, brother..." I murmured. "Shut up or they'll hear you." He swallowed me down and I watched his sandy brown hair bobbing on top of my dick. It was all spit and tongue and love as he sucked my cock and tugged on my balls. "Fuck, Ry. I'm gonna shoot," I warned. "Do it, Kev. Put that load down my throat." I tensed up. My head tilted back and I rose up on my toes while I pumped jets of hot salty cum down his throat. Damn, it felt good. Ryan gulped, making the effort to swallow it all. Then he rose up with a big smile on his face. "What was that for?" I asked. It was awesome, but it was confusing. I thought he had tried to close the door on this kind of stuff last night. "To say sorry for yesterday." "No need." "No, little brother. There definitely was." *** Part 3 will be posted next week!