Date: Wed, 18 May 2022 14:22:56 +0000 From: Ganimedes Ganymede Subject: Family of three, chapter 1 This is just fantasy. I, the writer, don't condone any of what is depicted here, and I don't encourage my readers to practice it irl. If you like my story don't hesitate to give me your feedback either via email or on my socials, or we could just have a chat (: Wickr: pulevamax Kik: ganimedes12 Telegram: crngl Also, don't forget to donate and support Nifty! It's the reason why we can enjoy these amazing stories! "I don't want to share a room!" My big brother was screaming, infuriated by the situation. I got it tho, we were just told that we would have to share a room when we arrived to the hotel qhere we were going to spend the weekend. It was only gonna be that weekend, but I don't think neither of us wanted to share the room even for two days. We were very different, and had the ability to get under each other's skin in a matter of seconds, so it just wasn't a good idea. We were staying there for a week because my dad had to work, so that ruined our annual family vacation, so he decided to do both things at once so, while he was closing a contract for his company, we would stay at the hotel, enjoying the facilities. "Listen, little shit" said my dad while driving "it was cheaper, ok? Also, you two are brothers, so you wont be uncomfortable or sharing rooms with strangers. Have I already told you that time when I was 15 and I travelled all over Europe staying in shared rooms with more tan two strangers? Now THAT was uncomfortable. You are just a spoiled kid, so stop complaining and be grateful that we can have a little trip." "I don't care" I said and shrugged. "Of course you don't care, because you still are a little kid and you don't know how important privacy is" Ok, my brother was a little dramatic. I was 18, and only two years younger than him. I knew how important privacy was, but I wasn't going to die because I had to share room two days with him. "Shut your mouth!" My dad screamed "You are talking nonsense, what the fuck do you know about privacy? We've been living together for 15 years now, do you think we don't know you jerk off like a funcking monkey in heat? If you wanna jerk off, go to the fucking shower. If you wanna invite a girl from the hotel over to the room, go to fucking mine! I will be out all day tomorrow!" this behaviour from my dad might seem extreme for some people, but it was how we talked around my house, always swearing, saying the f word and just screaming, but we didn't mean no harm at all "You two are brothers, so you are going to share a room, and it's only two fucking days, so stop with the whinning" "This is all because you are fucking cheap!" my brother screamed from the passenger seat "You are so focused on saving money, when you can easily afford it, that you didn't even ask us how we feel about this" "You are right, son" my father looked at me through the rearview with half a smile. I knew what was coming. "What do you prefer?" A-fucking-gain putting me between a rock and a hard place. If I hadn't want to middle in between that fight, now it was late. Whatever I said it was gonna please one of them and piss of the other, because there wasn't a correct answer, so I decided to go with the lesser evil between the two. I could handle my brother being mad at me, but my dad on the other hand... Once you ge ton his bad side, he will whine like a little boy, and I didn't want to spend my little trip worrying about his ass. "I'd rather share a room, we can use the money..." I looked through the window, ignoring both of them. "Yeah, keep agreeing with him when you know he's wrong" He wasn't willing to give up "You always gotta be right, don't you?" "Will you please shut the fuck up?" They kept screaming "You know what your problem is? You never respect your own father. You think you're so..." I just let them fighting and I took myself out of reality. I just thought about how many hot guys I would see at the hotel pool. There's something about those guys that you meet in your trips that make them extra hot, and I couldn't wait to see the cuties there. Even if tĦit didn't seem like it, we had a pretty good realtionship at home. The three of us loved one another, and we were extremely close. My mom died from cancer when I was only three years old, and since then my dad had to take care of my brother and I. He didn't have no brothers, not parents, and the same happened with my mother, so the only family my brother and I had was my dad. Nobody could help him, and he had to figure everything out on his own. But, despite this, we never had any problems cause he was such a great dad. I think growing up he saw us as his sons, but when we turned teens he thought about us like buddies, and we did the same. We were best friends, so that's why we would argue like that, screaming and saying the f word, because we knew we didn't mean no disrespect. You might ask why do we argue? Well, because my dad has raised two kids that were just like him, stubborn boys that always wanted to be right about anything and everything. He always remarked that I was similar to my mom, in the sense that I would give up fighting if it meant the argument would end, but on the other hand my brother would die arguing if it meant he would come out as victorious. It didn't take much for us to reach the hotel and, after verifying out identities at the reception, we grab our keys and got to our rooms. My dad's room was 133, and my brother and I's was 123. Exactly ten rooms in between. "Oh my god" my brother said, whispering as he entered the room. When I stepped in, dragging our suitcase with me, I was shocked too. The room was huge. It had two individual beds that looked like king beds, and a gigantic windown that worked as a wall too and gave us a superb view of the city below us. Basically, the views were beautiful, and so was the room. I put the suitcase down wherever and I jumped to the bed near the window, enjoying the peace that the bed and the amazing views gave me. Sadly, that peace was cut short. "Brap!" I heard a loud noise next to me and when I turned around I saw my big brother with his pants down and his ass pointing at me. "You're so fucking gross dude!" I kicked him and he landed on his bed, laughing at me "Next time you fart on my face I will tell dad" "Next time you fart on my face I will tell dad" he mocked me "You're such a little kid" "I am the little kid? You fucking laugh at farts" "I don't laugh at the farts, I laugh at how mad you get" "Yeah, cause it's fucking gross" He laughed at me again and got up of his bed to go in front of the mirror. He started flexing, staring at his reflection. My brother just turned 20, we were born less than two years apart from each other. I turned 18 some months ago. He was already in college, and I couldn't wait to got, but I had decided to take this year off to consider what I wanted to do with my life. My brother, whose name is Jacob, was blond, with straight hair, short at the sides but kinda long on top. He was able to put it in a sad man bun, but his hair was always messy. He had a tanned skin, at least compared to me because I was as white as chalk. He had defined muscles and bulky muscles thanks to the hours spent in the gym and playing sports. He definitely wasn't a bodybuilder, but he was stronger than the average guy. Now I realized the amazing ass he had thanks to al lof his years practizing soccer. He was almost a copy of my dad, the only difference was that my dad had pitch black hair. I looked more like my mom, but with my dad's hair. I was pale, skinny and on the "weaker" side, not super hairy and, evento I was tall, I wouldn't stand out from a crowd. My borther, on the other hand, was the exact copy of my dad. He had that spanish tan, that spanish hairy body, those muscles... I was the American one, like my mother, and he was definitely the south European one, like my father. Jacob started to undress, which was weird. In our house we would walk around in our underwear, or sometimes even naked like when we got out of the shower or situations like that, so we were pretty comfortable being around each other with as little clothes as posible, but we never actually did the "getting undressed" ritual in front of others. Thanks to this tho I learned that, eventho he was as hairy as my dad, he had completely smooth chest, legs and back, and only had hair on his armpits. He still kept his underwear on. He looked at me through the mirror and smiled. "Stop staring at me or you'll pop a boner, and you'll have to go to the shower like dad said and rub one off" he turned around and threw his sweaty t-shirt at me. "You wish" I threw it on the floor "you're not my type" "Oh, I'm not? What's your type then? Softies like you that don't have a single muscle on their bodies?" he flexed once more, being as cocky as he always was. I couldn't help but admire his body and look at it from head to toe. He was hot, definitely, but I had never thought about my brother in that way. Both my father and brother knew I was gay. I even had invited a couple of guys over since I came out. They had always been incredibly supportive, and I think it's because they basically always knew I was gay so they weren't shocked about my announcement. My brother and I had a relationship close enough to where he could joke like that with me, about me popping a boner over hi mor being thristy for him, because we both knew it was just a joke and nothing more than that. I never felt attracted to him, but I couldn't deny that he was as sexy as he was gross. In reality if he wasn't my brother he'd be my type, but I couldn't tell him that or I would never hear the end of it. "I'm gonna get a shower, dumb fuck" he said walking into the bathroom. I took out my phone and started watching videos, completely wasting my time. Soon after, my brother came out of the shower with a white towel, typical hotel towel, tied around his waist. The bulge of his cock was quite noticeable, his hair was wet and dripping and he was leaving trails of water all over the room. "Can you stay still and dry yourself? You are making a mess" the whole floor was full with his watery footprints. "Damn, you never get tired of being so annoying?" he rolled his eyes. "Shut up and hand me a coke" "A cock? Here you go" he dropped his towel and he started doing the helicopter right in front of my face. He wasn't smooth down there. I put my han don his lower stomach, his pubic hairs brushing against my wrist, and I pushed him away from me. "I swear sometimes I think you are the younger brother" "It's just that you don't appreciate my sense of humor" he grinned. "Almost rubbing your dick all over your bro's face is humor?" now I was the one rolling my eyes. "The girls always like it, they laugh when I do it" he looked proud when he said that. "They laugh at how fucking small your cock is" "Yeah, right. Have you seen my piece of meat, dude? You wish you were as big as me." He laid back on his bed, with his legs open and without a towel. I could see his flacid dick laying down against his big hairy balls. I thought it was so hot that he shaved his entire body except his dick, and I had always loved a hairy cock. He just grabbed his meat and shaked it at my direction, smiling at me not in a naughty way but in a brotherly one, if that makes any sense. He lifted his eyebrows and noded at his dick, telling me to check how big it was, and I did of course. He was right, it was pretty big, cut and it looked clean, fresh out of the shower. The hair on his dick was way darker than the hair on his head, which made it extra sexy in my opini"n. His big fat balls were hanging low, and I loved it. He grabbed his cock with one hand, circling the thickness with his fingers, and began a slow movement, as if I wasn't there in front of him, but he knew I was because he stared at me from time to time, as if waiting for me to protest or, on the contrary, to let him continue with the wanking. He raised one arm and put it behind his neck, revealing a hairy armpit, again with blond hairs, but darker than his head. I watched as he stared at his armpit, and turned slightly and sucked in a deep breath of his own scent. Knowing him as well as I did, surely he hadn't used soap in the shower and had simply splashed the water all over himself, so those armpits had to smell like a man. His wanking was increasing the rhythm more and more. He didn't stop, and moaned softly. The precum made the sound powerful, and I could perfectly see his big balls bouncing up and down with every arm movement. I wondered what those balls smelled like, right underneath, where the smell is the most intense... I shouldn't be thinking about my brother like this, but it was impossible for me to control my own mind considering what was happening in front of me. He looked at me constantly, but he didn't smile, wink at me, or do anything at all. What was his intention? He would simply look at me for a few seconds and then return his gaze to his cock, not giving me any insight into what was going on in his head. He took his other hand off his head and brought it to his balls, stroking and tugging them as he massaged that piece of cock. Hard could be as much as 8 inches, and it was quite thick, one of the fattest I had ever seen. Maybe he wanted me to help him, and who was I to refuse help to my own brother? Even though I knew it would change our relationship forever, was I willing to do that? After all, we were two men, we had nothing to be ashamed of and it didn't have to mean anything more than a handjob between friends and buddies. I was about to get up and grab that thick cock of my brother when... "Boys!" my dad's voice screamed from the other side of the door, knocking on it. My brother immediately jumped out of bed, crawling inside and covering himself all the way up. I looked at him, and he turned his face away from me. I simply got up, hiding my erection as best I could, and went to open the door. "What are you doing? We are late for dinner" my dad looked at my brother stranged "We're in the middle of summer, why are you covered up?" "I was feeling cold" he said "Cold? You got rosy cheeks and you are sweating..." My brother looked at me, asking for help. "Maybe he's sick. What if he has covid? Let's get out of here!" I started pushing my dad out of the room. "But we should check on him" he said. "Let's have dinner and see how he feels later" I pushed hi mone more time. "Ok, ok" my dad gave up and stepped out of our room "Stop pushing me dude" We went down for dinner and left my brother in the room. To be continued...