Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2006 16:57:25 -0500 From: brian D. Subject: The Italian Brothers This is my second story, feel free to email me with comments, etc. Standard disclaimer BS goes here. This is a fictional story based on real characters. It's a fantasy. Second Installment coming soon along with the third part to my other story, "Extra Credit" found in High School. "We're here," Greg said as the old Mercedes pulled into the driveway. He shut the engine off and started to get out of the car. "No shit," Zach replied, irritated at his older brother's more-than-obvious statement that they were home. They were just getting home from baseball practice. They walked in the door to find the house mostly dark, and no one home. There was a note on the kitchen table. "Business dinner, back late. Sebastian with baby sitter." Sebastian was their third sibling, only 5 years old. "Well that's convenient," Greg said as he crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash can. They both began up the stairs to their rooms, the younger behind the older. Zach remained two or three steps behind his brother, watching his ass in the tight baseball pants as he walked up the steps. Zach had never told anyone that he was gay, and certainly not his brother, for fear of the ridicule that would follow. Zach was a 16 year old sophomore, his brother a senior. Despite being younger, Zach was a bit bigger than Greg. They both had dark hair and eyes, along with tan skin, that went with their strong Italian heritage. Zach's hair was always short and neat, while Greg's tended to grow a little bit longer, but right now it was about the same length. They reached the top of the stairs and turned down the hall way, passing the study, the bathroom, and their parent's room, and the guest room, before finally getting to Greg's. He tossed his stuff in and turned on the light, as Zach went along to his own. "You getting a shower?" Greg said as he began to undo his baseball shirt. "Yeah, I was planning on it," Zach said, going into his own room. "Well, I'm going first," Greg said as he pulled off his shirt followed by his undershirt. "Like hell!" Zach returned to his own doorway, his own shirt unbuttoned, to find Greg shirtless and stripping still. "Well, I'm older, so get over it," he snapped, half jokingly half not, as he kicked off his cleats and began to undo his pants. Zach couldn't help but stare at his older brother's smooth, firm chest, well defined arms, and strong legs. "Besides, I'm better looking." "Keep telling yourself that," Zach said as he went back into his room, thinking better than to keep staring, and decided to let his brother have his way. Despite being younger, Zach was taller and heavier than Greg was. Zach was about 5'8", while Greg was only about 5'6". He also weighed more at about 190, while Greg put in at about 165, although a lot of both their weights was from muscle. He sat down on his bed, untying his cleats and tossing them on the floor, and removed his red knee socks. He was pulling off his jersey when his brother appeared in the doorway in nothing but a pair of green boxers. He had to force himself not to look at the protrusion that presented itself just behind their fly. "Whatever, just go so I can get mine," he said looking away, as if he weren't interested. He looked back up to see Greg just disappearing from view. He quietly went to the doorway and watched him walk down the hall, trying to get a peak of anything that may be bouncing around, but to little avail. He had longed for some kind of sexual misadventure with him for several years, but always knew it would never happen, so he kept them to himself. He pulled his undershirt off, followed by his baseball pants. Knowing where his brother was and no one else was home, he didn't bother to close his door. He was trying to get his clothes off quickly, as his slowly fattening cock wouldn't feel too comfortable in his tight jock. He slipped out of his Under Armor shorts. Looking down at his own pride, still encased in the jock strap, he grazed his hand over it as it continued getting firmer. He felt sack, imagining it someone else, anyone else, then promptly pulled it off, freeing his cock from its prison. He focused his thoughts elsewhere to get it go away. He wanted to jack off, but decided to keep it for his shower. Once he had gone down enough, he slipped into a pair of white boxer briefs that did a good job of announcing his manhood. He laid down on his bed, stretched out, thinking about various things, when the water stopped in the bathroom. He jumped up, ready for his shower and possibly hoping to see something. Last time they had seen each other naked, Zach was 10 and Greg was 12, and they had been forced to shower together. Zach hadn't started to develop at that point, but as his memory served, Greg had, and he was pretty well sized at the time, for a 12 year old. He walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, still in nothing but his underwear, clutching his deodorant in one hand. He approached the door, debating on opening it, but decided not to disturb his brother's privacy. He paced back to his brother's door and turned back, and on his second step the bathroom door opened. Greg walked out, still soaking wet, towel around his waist and nothing more. Zach's eyes shot to his crotch, hoping for a slip in the towel or something, anything. All he got was a decently sized bulge as his brother walked. He darted his eyes away quickly, hoping not to get caught. He looked up to find Greg looking at Zach's region, which was more predominant than his own. "Jesus, put that thing away!" he said, again half jokingly, half not. Greg slapped his brother on the stomach as they passed, and again Zach's eyes darted downward quickly, but saw little. "Don't worry, it'll all be out in a second," as he walked into the bathroom, and shut the door.