Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2023 14:18:13 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: Giving Thanks For My Brother - Part 4 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 A Brother - Part 4 By Jay Spear 2 YEARS LATER... I walked the sidewalk up to the front porch of my childhood home. It was dark already, and November-cold, but the place was all lit up and inviting. I couldn't wait to get inside. This year I was the last one to arrive for Thanksgiving. Ryan came a few days ago to help Dad with some projects, but I was stuck at school running lab experiments for a big project that was part of my senior thesis. Now that the experiments were done and submitted for review, I was free. I raced home to be with family. With Ryan most of all. School kept me busy and Ryan and Jenna were a couple hours away in Boston, but he and I tried to see each other every few month or two. I'd go to him or he'd come to me, but honestly it was never enough. It had been seven weeks since the last time we saw each other. I had counted. I pushed open the door and breathed in the smell of Mom's cooking. She had promised a late dinner so we could all eat together. "Kevin!" She flew out of the kitchen to give me a big hug and a peck on the cheek. "So glad you're here now. Do you want anything? The boys are upstairs." "Just a glass of water. Then I'll go up and say Hi." "Good luck with all that racket. You'd do better to wait for them down here, with me." Of course I didn't listen. I trudged up the stairs with my glass of water. Each step brought me closer to the high-pitched whine of a circular saw. The house was 120 years old and Dad kept patching it up every few years. "This place will stand for a hundred more years," he declared at the start of each new project. Ryan had come home early to help him. I opened the door and watched Ryan feed sheets of plywood into the saw, which Dad was running on a sawhorse table. I didn't want to distract them and have Ry lose a finger or something. So I stayed to the side and watched. "Last one!" Ryan yelled over the noise. He fed another sheet in. His face was covered up with safety goggles and he had sawdust in his hair. But his back and shoulders were broad and strong, with muscles rippling his T-shirt. I caught my breath. Even now, after all these years, he still had the same effect on me as when I was an early teen and we'd both given in to our curiosity. Curiosity led to desire, and desire led to flood of feelings that took hold of us both. They finished the last board and turned off the saw. "Hey, kiddo!" Dad called out. Ryan whirled around and shot me a grin. "This is probably a good stopping point for today. I'm going to hit the showers. Your Mom will kill us if we ruin her dinner with sawdust and stink." Dad stopped at the door to give me a huge hug. "Glad you're home, buddy. Good to have both my boys here for Thanksgiving." "Me too, Dad." And then he was out, and Ryan and I just stood there, grinning like two idiots. "Long time no see, little bro." "Seven weeks." "You're always keeping track," he laughed. "Yeah." "It's OK. I missed you too." Ryan closed the gap between us and kissed me. His arms snaked around my waist. I looped mine over his shoulders and pulled him close. We mashed out mouths together and kissed like seven years had passed. "I always miss this, bro." Kevin pulled back and studied me with serious eyes. "Me too." "Still thinking about moving to Boston when you graduate?" "Nothing could keep me away." "Good." We kissed again. "I need my best bro close to me. Even Jenna understands that." Jenna. A couple Thanksgivings ago I practically hated her. It seemed like she was taking Ryan away from me, or at least that she was always in the way of us coming together. That entire week Ryan and I had wrestled with our feelings for each other. And then he choose to put us both in the center of his life. It was the most I could ask for. It was best outcome for everyone. And Jenna had turned out to be fine, actually. She would never truly know what Ry and I meant to each other. But she seemed to understand that it was pretty important and she made space for it. She welcomed me into their modest apartment whenever I came to visit. She doted on me as a brother-in-law and gave Ryan and me the space for our "guy time." God bless her for that. Brother-in-law. Yeah. She and Ryan tied the knot this spring. It was a beautiful wedding out on the Cape, with family and friends and tons of food and laughter. I teared up with real joy for them when they said their vows. No regrets about it. Maybe that was because Ryan had pulled me in the caterer's tent an hour before the wedding. "You look so fucking handsome in a tux," I told him. "I want to devour you," he replied. And then we were kissing and fucking right there, having to shoo out the caterer when he walked in during the middle. Thank god that man was gay. He understood discretion. Yeah, we fucked at his own wedding, just an hour before he committed to her. Honestly, I felt like he was committing to me too. And doing it first. He could have Jenna as long as I came first. "Where is Jenna?" I broke off our kiss to get a fix on her position, to understand how much opportunity we had. "She ran to the store to get some kind of face cream she left at home. She always wants to look perfect for pictures. Women." He rolled his eyes. "She's gonna love you all covered up in sawdust like this." I brushed the edges of his hair and watched it drift away in a little cloud. "I don't care, as long as you do." "I love you in any condition, bro. You know that." He smiled. "But you are a mess." I brushed some wood chips off his T-shirt. "I can fix that," he grinned. Ryan stripped off his shirt and he laughed when I caught my breath at the sight of sweat gleaming on his muscled chest. Even after settling down into marriage, the guy kept himself in great shape. I rubbed the expanse of his chest and leaned down to kiss his pecs, darting my tongue around his nipple. "Feels good, Kev. Take yours off too." We kept our eyes locked as I pulled off my shirt. We pressed ourselves together, skin to skin, and kissed again. Ryan nuzzled my neck. "How much time do we have?" "Not long. Mom's gonna call us for dinner any minute." I reached into his pants and squeezed his hardon. He leaked sap from the tip. "Let do what we can." He unbuttoned my pants and we both got our rods out in the open. Stroking them, fisting them, while our chests smashed together and our tongues played war. His breath quickened. Mine did too. We kissed and panted and I jerked out his load, letting it slick up a big patch on stomach. He scooped some of the jizz onto his fingers and wrapped his hand around my dick. Squish, squish, squish--and then I was coming too. Pushed over the edge by the feeling of my brother's cum on my cock. "Fucking great," Ryan said hoarsely. "It always is," I agreed. "We gotta clean up before dinner. Let's hit the showers." *** Jenna still wasn't home so Ryan slipped into the shower and with me. We kissed in the warm spray and I soaped up his chest. "You're gonna be finding sawdust for days," I warned him. I pulled a finger behind his ear and held up the evidence. He laughed and slapped me on the ass. "Turn around," he growled. He soaped my chest and stomach from behind and then worked my cock in his soapy hands. I had thought I was spent, but damn if it didn't rise again. "Still hungry?" he teased. "Always." He pressed his front into my back and I felt his tool rising up too. He squirted some soap into his hands and slicked up his cock. "Think you can take me standing up?" "I have before." I thought of his wedding day and how easily he'd pushed inside me, with nothing but spit for lube. And then he was inside me, pushing from behind and biting my neck. He murmured a bunch of "I love yous." The sensation was great, but it was really those words--those words coming from *him*--that pushed me over the edge. I cried out and shot my load into the wall. That turned his crank higher. He grunted and bucked his hips and then he was unloading into me. Two loads for each of within half an hour. I never managed that with anyone else. Ryan held me in the warm shower spray. We stayed in that embrace, panting and waiting for our breath to return to normal. "This is gonna be a great week, little bro. I can feel it." I nodded and told him I loved him. There was nothing else to say. *** Ryan left my room whistling, clad just in a towel around his waist. "Hey, babe!" I heard him call out. Jenna was home. She'd probably wonder why Ryan hadn't showered in their room, but he would make up some excuse. He was good at that. They had been together several years now and she didn't seem to suspect the real reason Ry and I were so close. I dressed and went down to dinner. Jenna was already helping Mom with the plates. I have her a big hug like I didn't still have her husband's cum coating the walls of my ass. She squeezed me back. "Good to see you Kevin." Dinner was boisterous: wine and food and rapid-fire conversation. Mom and Dad were elated to have their boys home and we were delighted to be back together. Ryan hooked his ankle around mine underneath the table. I just sat there and grinned. After dinner the girls washed up and we boys went to the backyard to start up the fire pit. It was a crisp fall night, but it wasn't too cold for it. We had fleeces and blankets and the fire would keep us warm enough. And besides, it was tradition. Dad brought out a bottle of bourbon and we settled in with our drinks. "How's the semester wrapping up, Kevin?" "Good. Almost done with my big project. Should be able to submit next week. Then there's just finals." "Have you thought about what to do when you graduate?" "I dunno. Get a job, I guess." "He's moving to Boston," Ryan added. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. We hadn't discussed this. "Want to keep my baby bro close as he launches into the world." "Not a bad idea," Dad offered. "Plenty of opportunities for you up in Boston. And it will help to have some family close." "We can offer you a place while you're getting settled." "Thanks." I looked down at my feet. I didn't want my face to show how much I was glowing at the thought of moving in with Ry, even if it was for just a couple months. We'd fuck every day; I knew it. Dad grilled me about biotech and suggested a few companies to look into. I felt good, like I had my whole family behind me. Job stuff would come together, I'd have a roof over my head, and someone to keep my nuts drained. "Ooh! Feel that chill." The girls came out and joined us. "Come here, babe," Ryan said. "We'll share the blanket." Mom took a place next to Dad and for a second I felt like the odd man out. But not for long. Maybe I didn't have someone at my side, but my world was right here around this fire. I felt pretty lucky. Dad offered around the bourbon. Ryan and I refilled and Dad poured a splash into a glass for Mom. Jenna demurred. Ryan cleared his throat. "Yeah, guys. We have something to tell you." We fell silent and looked at Ryan. He shot a look at Jenna and grabbed her hand. "We're pregnant. Jenna is due in June." "Oh my God!" I blurted. "That's wonderful, honey," Mom gushed. "For both of you." "Congratulations!" Dad proclaimed. "Our first grandkid. I hope you'll name him after me." We all laughed. "What if it's a girl?" Jenna asked. "Is it?" "We're not telling," Ryan broke in. "We'll let it be a surprise for you." I was happy for them. It was amazing. But surreal. Ryan was still my kid brother. It was just yesterday we were teenagers wrestling on the floor of our bedroom and now he was going to be a dad. And I was going to be an uncle. "This calls for a celebration!" Dad disappeared into the house. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of champagne and some glasses. "We have bourbon," I pointed out. "Nonsense! These things are tradition." Dad popped the cork and poured out glasses. He gave Jenna one with two sips of bubbles in it. "A little taste won't hurt you, or the baby." "OK," Jenna relented. "I know what the doctor says." "And for the guys..." Dad pulled a package out of his coat pocket. "Some Cubans that a co-worker gave me. Been saving them for a special occasion and I can't think of anything more special." He passed them around. Ryan, Dad, and I worked to strike the matches and get them lit despite the breeze. I relaxed into the night, warm from the booze and the fire, just talking and laughing with family and puffing on the cigars. The smoke trailed up into the night and disappeared into the stars. It was damn near perfect. *** When the fire went down, we shuffled off to bed. I washed my face and brushed my teeth in the bathroom. There was a light rapping on the door and Ryan came in. "Hey." "Hey." "Some night, huh?" "I'm so happy for you guys." "Thanks man. I'm really excited about this. To be a dad." "You'll make a great father." "You will too someday." I wondered about that. It was much harder for gay guys. "And in the meantime you'll be an uncle to my little guy. One of the most important people in his life." "His?" "Oh shit." "It's OK, I won't tell." "I know you won't, Kev. My secrets are safe with you." He stepped in and kissed me. I could still taste bourbon and cigar on his tongue but I didn't mind. My brother and I were kissing. As we long had. As we would forever continue to do. End Part 4. Stay tuned for Part 5!