Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2019 04:03:39 +0000 From: Michael Smith Subject: True Brothers Love - Chapter 5 Legal stuff: This story, while a work of complete fiction, contains graphic sexual scenes between consenting males both over and under the age of 18. If this material is offensive to you, this is your warning not read this story and stop here. Also, if you are under the age of 18, it is most likely illegal for you to read this story. However, I cannot do anything to make you stop so continue at your own discretion. As stated before, this story is a work of total and complete fiction. Any likeness of these characters to real people, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Again, this story is a work of fiction. The author claims any and all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed without the author's consent. Only websites the author chooses and consents to publicate this work of fiction are allowed to publish it. 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There will be sexual scenes, yes, but they won't occur right off the bat and they will be slow in progression as well. This story will be more of a focus on the two main character relationship and how it will progress throughout the changes feelings in their lives towards each other. Please, feel free to contact me with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions about this work of fiction at incstwrtr007@protonmail.com Here are the images I used for my own reference when writing the characters. Feel free to use them or use your imagination. David: https://66.media.tumblr.com/b07674f65b23675f68fceeca99d01460/0aff28fcda3945ad-97/s1280x1920/15be69850725f9165ed1146ead9f538c673a9a63.jpg Joeseph: https://66.media.tumblr.com/2edf1cfc7383c9b345996f109515fe9d/ab923a08a2f48429-36/s500x750/190cc629ba606adced381e1b820bf5c64850df93.jpg Chapter 5 - Thunderstorm We stayed cuddled on the couch the whole movie, his arm around my shoulder, his large hand flat over my collarbone as his thumb gently rubbed over my shirt and it was nice, soothing even. I rested my head on his shoulder, my arm eventually making its way across his lower stomach, my hand on his waist as the movie played on, the pizza box empty and open on the coffee table, our feet propped up on the table under the heavy blanket. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body against the cool air of the dark room, the smell of his soap faint on his skin. I close my eyes and doze off, getting lost in the warmth and comfort of his loving embrace as the sounds of explosions and gunfires rang through my ears from the quiet TV speakers. I fall asleep quickly, giving him a small squeeze with my arm, feeling his lips on the top of my head just before I drift off. I wake up some time later to the TV being off, the rain still pounding against the roof, and the warmth of my brother sill beside me. I open my eyes and look around the dark room, seeing the pizza box and glasses of Coke have been taken off of the coffee table, and David's leg is hooked under mine, pullng my calf over his. I swallow and look up at him, his arm still over my shoulder. He's fast asleep his pink lips parted slightly as his chest rises and falls slowly, snoring almost inaudibly. I study the details of his face, his sharp jaw and nose, how his expression is a bit softer as he sleeps and I can't help but to get lost in it for a few moments. It wasn't often that I got a chance to really look at him so I was taking the chance now, slowly coming to realize just how handsome he is. I wrap my arm around his stomach again and pull myself into him, causing his eyebrows to furrow a bit and he shakes his head, taking a deep breath before yawning and rubbing his eye lazily with a closed fist. "What time is it?" He asks slowly, his voice deep and groggy, my stomach fluttering a bit from the sound of it. I yawn myself and pull my phone from my pocket and checking it before tossing it on the coffee table. "About six." I reply, looking up at him still before resting my head back on his shoulder, feeling him squeezing my tight as he does. "Shit, I was out." He mumbles, smacking his lips a few times before giving me another squeeze, tilting his head a bit and letting his jaw rest on the top of my head. "Are you okay?" He asks, yawning again before giving me a small shake. "I mean, with this." He must mean almost holding me in his lap. "Y-yeah." I reply, a little unsure of my answer, a bright flash of lightening streaming in through the closed blinds, followed by a loud clap of thunder that was strong enough to shake the walls of the house a bit, warranting him to pull me slightly tighter into him. "Good." He nods against my head as I feel his other arm wrapping around my stomach, completely encapsulating me within his limbs. "I got up after you fell asleep and cleaned up a bit and was going to get in the bed but I know how big of a baby you are during storms." He teases, flicking the end of my nose with his finger lightly, his hand now resting on my cheek. "I didn't want to leave you out here all by your lonesome." I roll my eyes but can't help but to blush lightly as I hear his words, feeling my cheek getting warm under his hand, knowing that he really meant them. "I appreaciate it." I tell him, leaning back and looking up at him, even in such a dark room, his green eyes seemed to glisten just a bit still. "I'm sure I could have fended for myself had I woke up to being all alone out here." He cracks a small smile and rolls his eyes playfully in return. "I don't know, you always seem to cuddle pretty close when there's a storm a'comin'." He looks back into my eyes and I feel his arm pulling me to his side as he leans down slightly, the tip of his nose brushing against the bridge of my nose. "Not that I really mind." His hand slips from my cheek to under my chin and I feel him tilting my head up. I look into his eyes for one more second before closing them, his lips connecting with mine again as they did earlier. I stay still, focusing on the soft feeling of them, how gently he's holding them against mine, the way his stubble gently scrapes across my chin, the warmth from having his face so close to mine. He stays just as still as me, as if waiting for my communication back. I take a deep breath and give him a small squeeze with my arm around his stomach, moving my lips against his, probably a bit awkardly since I don't have much experience when it comes to this sort of thing. With that, his lips smile against mine and he presses into the kiss slightly, starting to move his lips against mine, his hand sliding back onto my cheek. I smile too, giving myself into the sweet sensation of the kiss, his stubble dragging against my chin as I tilt my head and press back against him to meet him, pulling him closer to me still, wanting to feel him against me. He takes my bottom lip between his and tugs at it with his teeth before letting it slip from them and he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine as he pants softly. I open my eyes and see that his are closed before reaching up and running my hand through his hair cautiously, not knowing how he'd react. "Sorry." He mumbles and starts to pull away but I put my hand on the back of his neck, keeping him from going anywhere, finding myself not wanting him to leave. He opens his eyes and looks back into mine, his own full of emotion, even if I couldn't tell which emotion it was. Wasn't this wrong? Should I be feeling this way towards him, my own brother? I was a bit conficted, of course, who wouldn't be? This kind of thing is reserved for jokes about Alabama or talked down upon in hushed whispers but, I don't think I could have wanted anything more than him, his lips on mine, his body against me. "Don't be." I tell him, my hand moving from the back of his neck down to his chest, feeling his heart beating under his pec. I shake my head and give a slight push on his chest, right over his heart, "I don't ever want you to be sorry for how you feel, David." I swallow and look into his eyes before leaning in, taking his lips in mine again, sighing lightly at the feeling of my older brothers lips against mine. He places his hand on my back, the other pulling the blanket off of me before he pushes me onto my back on the couch, never parting our lips as we fall together. I smile and wrap an arm over his shoulder, pulling him tight, finding myself needing to feel him on top of me, his weight pushing me down onto the couch as we kiss. Our lips work in unison and I feel more and more protected as his hand slides behind my neck, pulling me into the kiss, his other arm around my back, holding me close. A wave of calm washes over me as I feel him encompassing me, feeling protected by him, my older brother, the best feeling I could ever receive from him as we start to get lost in the sensation of each other.