Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2023 15:44:15 +0900 From: Jay Spear Subject: Giving Thanks For My Brother - Part 7 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 7 By Jay Spear I didn't tell Ryan. I was scared to, and I wanted to be double sure, triple sure, before I said anything to him. So I waited a week and I took another test; blue again. And the same thing the week after that. Three weeks, three tests, all clearly blue. It seemed pretty certain now, but I still hesitated to tell Ryan. I mean, who knew if it would even last? Was my body really capable of carrying the baby to term? This was new territory after all. Anything could happen. I wallowed in indecision for two more months. And then one morning in the shower I watched the water run down my chest and curve over the bump of my growing belly. I ran my hands over my rounded stomach, caressing it in small circles. Shit. This was real. And it was happening fast. I was going to have a baby. The thought scared me. But part of me was turned on too. I put one hand on my cock as I whispered it to myself: my brother had really knocked me up. His sperm had changed my body and it would change my life completely. I was going to have Ryan's baby. Or Steve's. Somewhere I understood that was possible too. We had only fucked once, but he had blasted in me hard and deep, without either of us giving it a second thought. Until now. That was part of the reason I was scared to move forward and tell Ryan. The kid might be Steve's. But I felt sure it wasn't. I loved this baby. I felt the baby *was* love, born of love--Ryan's and mine. So it couldn't be Steve's. The universe doesn't work that way, does it? No. It was Ryan's baby and I had to tell him now. He was going to be a father again, this time with me. I had to. Besides, he was starting to notice my growing belly. "Putting on some baby weight, huh?" he teased. "Or has BioGarde been working you too hard to make it to the gym?" OK, good. Let me feel him out, I thought. "I dunno...I've been to the gym four times this week. So it can't be that. Must be your hyperactive sperm that's to blame. I think I've got your little one growing inside me now, haha." I laughed nervously. "All riiiiight," he drawled. "Come here then, little man. Let's get in some lovin' to celebrate the good news." He patted my belly and kept one hand on it while he put the other one behind my neck and kissed me. Our lips fused. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I melted into him, just like always. We kissed and swayed and fell onto the couch in a jumbled heap. We groped each other through our clothes. Ryan worked his way through my clothing, removing each item one at a time, covering the newly exposed skin with a flurry of kisses. He spent a long time massaging the curves of my belly, nuzzling it, kissing it. I thought about him doing that a few months from now, how Ryan would feel his baby kick whenever his beard scruff tickled my belly. I moaned. "Got you hot now, don't I?" Ryan laughed and raised up my legs. He pushed his face into my crack and ate out my hole. He worked it soft and slow, coaxing my body to open up to him. Bud became blossom, and petals of resistance fell away with each sloppy, wet kiss. Ryan looked me in the eye while he inserted a finger. "Gonna let me fuck you tonight, Kev?" "Yeah, you'd better." "Little bro needs my cock, huh?" "Always, Ry. It feels so good when you're inside me. Always has." Ryan worked his fingers in and out. He was patient and slow but it didn't take long to get me loose and sloppy. I was beyond ready to take his dick. Only now did he pull off his own clothes, after nearly an hour of attending just to me. I marveled at the sight of him. "Damn. You look so good." He laughed. "I look like a flabby dad." "You don't." He didn't. Yeah, he was getting in less gym time than before. But he supplemented it with a bunch of push ups and pull-ups around the house. There was a new-dad softness to him from the sleepless nights, the caretaking fatigue, and the extra bowls of ice cream to cope with it all. But Ryan's arms were big, his back was strong, his pecs were tight. Ryan pushed our bellies together. "We've always been kind of like twins," he remarked. "And we still are, even now. Look at this, dude. Even our stomachs kinda match now." "Yeah, but mine is different. You've filled it up with your kid." "YEAH I did." He ground his crotch against me. "Don't tease me, bro. Put it in." "Yeah? You want my cock?" "You know I do." My eyes pleaded. He took mercy. He spit on his cock. He lined it up. And then he pushed it in. I moaned. "That's right, little bro. I'm fucking you now. Let's make a baby again." I pushed against him, my eagerness getting the best of me. Ryan grabbed my legs and held them open. He pushed himself deeper inside. "That feels really good," I moaned. "Keep fucking me, Ry." "I always will." His eyes were warm and his expression was tender even as he fucked hard. Ryan built up speed and got into a strong rhythm. The couch groaned beneath us. A sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. I grabbed Ryan's hips and pulled him to me. We were locked together now. We fucked and fucked. Ry's face contorted. I could tell he was trying to hold back. "Don't," I said. "Give it to me!" "I am gonna give it to you," he promised. "But I'm building up to a real gusher. Just you watch. I haven't cum since Thursday." I acquiesced. However he wanted to do it. Even though I was dying for his release, and mine. But I'd I keep my hand off my cock until I he was done. But pretty quickly he stiffened up and we both let loose. "Arrghh, fuck bro! I'm cumming! Cumming so fucking hard, got a huge load just for you." I felt him blast into me. Four or five long jets of hot cum lashed my insides. My hand was wrapped around my dick, not even moving, but still I exploded up onto his chest. Some of the spray went beyond and hit his chin. "Oh, God, sorry." "Don't be." He smiled and wiped his chin with his fingers, then licked them. "You always taste good." Ryan lay down on top of me, his dick still inside, and we held each other for several long minutes. I thought back to our very first time together. I thought about how different and how much deeper it felt for us to be fucking now versus then, back when we were two roughhousing teenagers finding something new to do with their boners. "What are you thinking about, Kev?" "Remembering our first time together. Back in our room at home." "Haha yeah. I was so nervous to put it in you. I didn't want to hurt you or anything." "I was nervous too. But I was so eager for us to try it." "It felt so good. Slipping my dick inside you that first time. The magic of us doing something that crazy." "It did seem crazy. But it also felt so natural. Our bodies coming together like that." "Yeah, it did." "And now?" "And now," he smiled, "it's even better. Back then it was exploration. Discovery. But now, it's--" "Love. For me it's love." "Yeah. Deep love. Real." "I do love you, Ryan." "Me too, Kev." He looked at me. "We're not two kids playing around anymore. This is for real. It's our lives, together. I want my life to be with you." I felt so close to him. So comfortable. My fear about telling him seemed far away. "We have a life together now," I told him. "And a new one too. It's growing inside me." He smiled. "Haha I know." He smirked and patted my belly. "I mean it, though. For real. We're going to have a baby." "That's a fun thought." "It's not just a thought, though. I'm trying to tell you..." He pulled back and looked at me with a confused expression. "Tell me what?" "That I'm pregnant. Like for real pregnant. With your baby." "Stop joking. That's impossible, dude." "I know it should be. But our work at the lab, it.... Look, I took some of the pills myself. It worked in mice and I'm pretty sure it worked on me. That's why my belly is growing." Ryan pulled back. "You did what?" "I...I--" "You're telling me you got yourself pregnant--" "*You* got me pregnant. Ryan, we're going to have a baby together." Ryan's face darkened. He got very quiet. Then he spoke. "That's crazy, Kevin. We can't have a baby together. Not for real. And that's not the kind of thing you can fucking decide on your own. Without me. This...it's a violation." I suddenly realized how reckless I had been. Ryan pulled away and stood up. "Holy fuck, Kevin. I can't believe you would--" He stopped speaking. He just stared at me, then turned away and started pulling on his clothes. "Ryan--" "I can't talk to you right now. Kevin. I've got to get out and think." "Ryan, let me--" "No. You've done enough." He left the room. I heard the rattle of his keys and the front door slamming shut. Sean started wailing from the nursery. I turned my head into the couch cushion and began to cry. Sean and I, each alone in our rooms, cried nonstop for nearly an hour. *** The next few days around the house were beyond tense. Ryan barely spoke to me and he wouldn't meet my eyes when he did. I stayed late at the lab, just to be out of the house. Steve appreciated the extra help and we pushed the research farther, faster than we would have otherwise. "This is good work." Steve slapped a folder down on the lab bench, praising my write-up. "But maybe you shouldn't be pushing so hard. Go home, get some rest. You look like shit." "I'm fine. I've just got a lot on my mind." "OK." "And frankly, the work helps to take my mind off of it." "I get it. But if you're not careful you'll end up a burnt out workaholic like me. You should go home. Or go see your boyfriend." That was the problem, of course. They were one and the same. And both were in the toilet at the moment. And it was all my fault. "I mean it, kid. Get out of here," Steve commanded. "You're too young and cute to do this to yourself. Wait until you're 30 at least. The lab will be here for you when your hair is thinning and your looks are gone." "Don't be ridiculous. Your hair is gorgeous," I said glumly. I wasn't flirting--just stating the facts. "It's all smoke and mirrors and expensive shampoo. We compensate how we can. Now get your ass home." I sighed and got up from the lab bench. "OK, see you tomorrow." "Yes. And I mean it. Rest up. You're gaining weight and looking really pale. Even for a white guy." I drove home and parked in the lot. I sat in the car for a long time before I dared to go in. I turned my key in the lock and found Ryan sitting in the dark. "Hi," I said softly. He looked up for a brief moment and then lowered his gaze to stare at his feet. The rest of the house was quiet. Jenna and Sean must have been sleeping. "I think you should move out," Ryan said quietly, still looking down at his shoes. I gulped and my eyes welled with tears. I tried to hold them back and my eyelids burned with the effort. "Can we talk about it?" I choked out. "Like you talked with me your decision to take a bunch of pills and fuck up our lives? No. We didn't talk about that, so we're not going to talk about this either." "I get that you're mad," I started. "And I don't blame you for that. But Ry, you have to know I wasn't trying to cause problems. Or to make this decision on my own. We were talking about it together, we played with the idea for months, and I just--" "Exactly! We were playing. It was fantasy stuff. Fun. Then you decided to make it real. On your own. Without asking me. Do you realize how fucked up that is?" "I wasn't trying to do it on my own. I felt like we were doing it together. But you're right, I should have talked with you before taking the pills. But I didn't. It was wrong. And I'm sorry." "Sorry doesn't help. It doesn't change things." "You're right. I can't change it now. And you have a right to be angry. But I hope we can move past that. It doesn't have to stay like this forever. We can get past this and it can be really beautiful." "Are you crazy? Kev, I mean, are you batshit crazy? How's it going to be beautiful when your baby comes out with my eyes? When everyone can see you had a baby with your own brother? People will be horrified." "They won't." "They will! You're having your brother's baby! That's not normal. That won't be celebrated! Anywhere. And forget about us, what about that poor kid?" "Maybe it will be fine." "It won't be." "There's a chance it's not even yours," I blurted out. "What??" Ryan stood up and walked over to me. "What the hell are you saying?" Oh shit. I hadn't meant for it to come out like that. Or ever. The words just tumbled out in the heat of the moment when I was trying to calm him down. Instead I had inflamed things even more. I took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. But my voice kept breaking. "I mean, I'm sure it's yours. I wanted it to be yours. To be ours. But there was this one night at the lab--" "And what?" Ryan stepped in real close. His face was right up in mine. "And Steve--my boss--he was there, and it was like this weird chemistry between us and then we were fucking." Ryan shoved me and I stumbled back into the wall. "What. The. Fuck." "It was just once, I swear." "Get out. I can't even look at you." I stood there and struggled for something to say. I tried to stop shaking. "Get out, I said!" "Where am I supposed to go? I live here." "Not anymore you don't." "Ryan!" He turned away and began walking toward the hallway. "Ryan!" "Go live with you boss. Or in a homeless shelter. I don't care. I want you gone by the time I come home tomorrow." And he left the room. I broke down. All our years of love, I had thrown them away for a handful of pills and childish fantasy about having a family together. And now it was all fucked. END Part 7. Stay tuned for Part 8!