Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2022 13:30:24 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: Giving Thanks For My Brother - Part 3 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 3 By Jay Spear The day went on and Ryan and I kept finding excuses to look over at each other. To whisper. To touch. We had to get out of here, but how? There was shit to figure out, but we were trapped between Mom and Dad and Jenna. Jenna. I went to bed alone but could hear Ryan and Jenna fucking loud and hard for hours. I groaned and put a pillow over my head. This was torture. At breakfast Ryan tried to pull me aside. I rubbed my eyes. They were red and puffy. "You heard it, right, Kev? Last night, me and Jenna?" "Yeah. All fucking night. Gross." "That was for you, brother. I was performing for you, so you could hear. And you know what?" He leaned in closer. "I wasn't thinking about her at all. When I was sliding it in, I was only thinking about you." Shit. My heart bounced. He was always fucking me up like this. Reeling me back in. "I'm driving Kev to the airport today," Ryan announced. "Oh? I can do it," Dad said. "I was planning on it. I figured you and Jenna--" "Jenna can take care of herself. Can't you, babe?" He shot her a look. "Kevin and I need a little more bro time before I go back to Boston." And that was that. Dad helped with my bags, but it was Ryan who drove me to the airport. Houses and fields flew by and Ryan put his hand on my knee. "Good to finally get out of there, huh?" "Yeah, kind of." "It's been a fucking great weekend, Kev." "Has it? It's been fucking confusing for me," I grumbled. Ryan sighed. "That's my fault, Kev. I know I've been kinda on again, off again about us. Sorry. I thought I was doing what I was supposed to do. Like that's how it works. You meet a girl and that's that." He squeezed my knee and took his eyes off the road to turn and look at me. "But it's not as simple as that. I know that. And I've been struggling to figure out how you fit in with me and Jenna. Or maybe how Jenna fits in with me and you." "I came first, you know." "You did bro, you did." He took my hand in his. "And maybe it's time I put you first. Put us first. Gave us a chance to see what can happen." "You think so?" "I do." He moved his hand to my mid-thigh and squeezed. His grip on me felt good. "Delay your flight, Kev. Push it back until tonight. I'll get us a hotel room." "Yeah?" "Yeah." *** Within half an hour the car was parked outside a hotel on the periphery of the airport. "Sorry it's not too fancy," Ryan said, looking around. "I don't think we came here for the amenities." "No." "We're here for sex, right?" "No. We're here for each other." I flushed and a warm feeling spread from chest through the rest of my body. "I'm gonna be here for you Kev." He kissed me. "I promise." "Oh, fuck, Ryan." I kissed him back. "I promise too." "Good." He squeezed me and grinned. "So that's the main thing. But, uh, we can fuck too, right?" "Damn straight." "I was hoping you'd say that." Ryan scooped me up and carried me over to the bed. We were essentially the same size, but his strength, and this act, made me feel as small and delicate as Jenna. We knelt on the bed and I wrapped my arms around Ryan's shoulders. He dropped his arms to the small of my back, pulling me close to him. We started to kiss and bumped noses. We laughed for a moment and then then continued on. Ryan's dick was swelling through his jeans. He was just as hard as I was, and we swiveled our hips side to side just a bit, rubbing them against each other. Ryan pushed his hand down the back of my waistband and stroked his fingers along the fur between my ass cheeks. I shivered. "Fuck, dude," I whispered. "That drives me crazy." I grabbed his cock through his jeans and squeezed. "Good. Take them off then." I unbuckled him. I pulled down his pants and freed the monster. It swung huge and full, all pink and hard and gleaming with a slime trail of pre-cum across the head. I took him in my mouth. "Fuck, bro. Couldn't send you home without this." "Mmmm hmmm," I murmured, never letting go of his cock. Ryan ran his fingers through my hair while I sucked him. I cupped his balls in my hands, pulling and squeezing the spunk-swollen sacks. I've always loved this: the way Ryan's cock fits into my mouth, the automatic response of my tongue and my lips to welcome him. The way he thrusts in and out to work me a little, and then he'll just stop--staying still and letting me hold him there. It brought me back to that first time together, back in our teen years when we were horsing around and our heads came together for that accidental (was it accidental?) kiss. We both pulled back. And after a few moments of stunned silence we kissed again. And discovered we were getting hard. Both of us. We kept kissing, everything soft and sloppy and little unsure, while our cocks raged down below. I guess I was the one brave enough to first do anything about it. I grabbed him and I squeezed. And when he moaned, I unzipped him, scooted down, and took him into my mouth. "Good God, bro, what are you doing?!" I ignored him and kept going. It felt too good: tasting a pearl of pre at the tip, feeling his swollen veins bump the insides of my cheeks. So I kept going and Ryan did too. "I don't fuckin' know man," he said at the time, "but don't stop. Keep going!" He let out a low "yeaahhhh" and thrust his hips forward to feed me his cock. We had taken to it pretty quickly back then and it felt just as natural now. "Yeah, little bro, there's nothing like your mouth. So tight and hot and good." Mouth full of cock, all I could do was murmur my agreement. Ry began thrusting a little harder and lot faster, really letting himself fuck my face now. I relaxed my jaw, keeping a little tension but letting him drive things. He had his fuck on. He was a natural. "Ahhh, damn!" he said, pulling out. "Makes me feel so fucking alive!" He swiveled his hips side to side and watched his cock bob back and forth in front of my face. I stood up and kissed him, then I pushed him down against the bed. I leaped on top and we rolled around, kissing and stripping off the rest of our clothes. He flipped himself upright and straddled my pelvis, backing his butt up against my cock. He reache behind himself to grab me, pulling my dick back and releasing. Thwap. Repeating it. Thwap...Thwap...Thwap. My cock smacked against his ass and grew harder. He shimmied up, letting my cock run up and then down the trench between his ass cheeks. The fuzz of his butt hair tickled. He looked at me with serious eyes and then spit into his palm. "Ryan, are you sure about this?" He reached around back and slicked up my cock. He put the head at his pucker. "I'm happy for you to fuck me," I continued. That's what we usually did. Don't get me wrong, I've done him before--we've done *everything*--but we had our preferences, we had our patterns, and I was usually the brother to get fucked. So today was unusual. "Nah, bro. I want this. I've been fucking Jenna all weekend. I want to this be for us. I want it to be the thing only you can give me." His voice was soft. I rarely saw Ryan this emotional. Then he grinned and said, "Come on now, bro. Don't be such a pussy. Stick it in and fuck me!" I laughed, but only for a few seconds. I didn't need further invitation. I grabbed his hips and held him still as I pushed in. He winced. I paused. "S'okay, Ry? Should I stop?" "Don't stop," he grunted. "Just been a while since I got fucked." "Since the last year? Since me?" "Yeah, dude. I don't really do that unless it means something. So that's pretty much only with you." His words shot right to my heart and ricocheted down to my cock. I pushed in harder. The fucker was getting to me. "Yeah? You only bottom for me?" "Who else, bro? It's always been you." I teared up, because it had always been Ryan for me. Ever since we first kissed and everything all clicked into place. Ryan had been my guy, my ideal. And now he was confessing the same. Kind of anyway. It made me fuck harder. "Nice, Ryan. Gonna show you how much your brother loves you." "Yeah, man. Give it to me!" He was pushing back against my cock. I pinched his nipple and twisted. "Fuck dude, do what you ever you want. Just say we'll always fuck like this." "Think Jenna will let you?" "Who?" he joked, flashing a big smile. "Listen, baby bro." He put his hands around my back. "I love her." He began pulling me against him, taking me in deeper. "But I loved you first. And I love you more." He stretched himself up for a kiss. "You're my brother. No one can match that." "No one ever will," I assured him, and then I was unloading into his ass. No condom to stop it; everything just flowed inside. "Aw, fuck, Kev..." Ryan stretched his arms out and closed his eyes and concentrated on my sperm flooding into him. He wiggled his butt against my cock. "Jesus fuck, how do you do that?" I rammed in a couple more times, ensuring all my juice got pushed inside. Fuck, I needed that. I think we both did. "You wanna come, Ry?" I asked. I grabbed his cock and began jerking it. He put his hand on mine to stop me. "No. Not now." He kissed me. "For the second round, yeah. But for now, I just want to lay back and enjoy this feeling." I kissed him again. "Don't pull out, bro. Leave it inside as long as you can." "No argument from me," I promised. I sighed and pulled his body down onto mine. Our chests matched up perfectly and I listened to our hearts beating together. "Perfect time," I murmured into his little thatch of chest hair. "It was, and there will be more." "I mean that our hearts are beating together. In perfect time." "I mean that too. I meant both." "Yeah, Ry?" "I can't deny it, Kev. You and I buddy...I may have Jenna and you'll have whoever you end up with. But that's not everything. I think we're meant to have both." I laid my head into the crook of the neck. My cock was starting to soften but it was still hard enough to stay inside. "Both," I said. "I'll take it." "You're not jealous of Jenna, then?" "No. I just needed to know we have something too." "Yeah, Kevin. We always will. Something that came first. Something bigger." He kissed me. "You come first, little bro. You did before and always will." Then he pulled himself off my cock and slid to the edge of the bed. He rooted around for something. "Aha!" Ryan came back up with the TV remote and clicked it on. He did a search and then our screen was filled with Bruce Willis and exploding buildings. "I owe you the rest of our Die Hard marathon, bro." "And I thought you were bringing me to a hotel for a fuck marathon," I laughed. "Well, that too." He grinned. "Both. Always both. Come on," he said, grabbing sheets and blankets and pillows. "We'll build a fort and hide away all day." I smiled and gathered up the rest of the pillows. Ryan propped them against the headboard and leaned back. "Come here," he said. I scooted between his legs and he pulled me to him, my back resting against his chest. His soft dick pressed against my butt. I wondered how long he could last before it grew hard again. But right now, everything between us was soft and tender. He nibbled on my ear. I sighed. "I love you, bro," I whispered. "I love you too, silly." He stroked his hand along my legs. "Now shut up. We've got hours of movies to get through, and I know the fucking is gonna get in the way." "As it should." "Right. Just as it fucking should." I felt his cock growing again as he kissed me. END Part 3. Hope you liked this one! I have a continuation in mind...expect to check in on Ryan and Kevin a few years later, when Ryan is focused on fathering some kids and growing his family. The complications with Kevin will get intense! I'll probably get that written and posted in the next few months, but I have some other stories to crank out first!