Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 17:21:08 +0000 From: Marcus DaCosta Subject: half-brothers: Chapter 1 This story is about the relationship between a 22 year old man and his 12 year old half-brother. If this is not your thing, or is illegal to read where u are, please click the exit button. Otherwise enjoy. I will appreciate your comments, instructions and participation as the journey progresses. Details at the bottom. This story is based on true events and is compiled from my diary and from memories of what happened when I met my older half-brother from whom I had been estranged since birth. Names and places are changed to protect my identity. The story is told from the perspective of my older brother. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply. Characters: DEAN COLLINS: 22 years old JAKE LANSDOWN: 12 year old half-brother of Dean ------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER 1: The Introduction My name is Dean Collins, I am 22 years old, and until a few weeks ago I had believed I was 200% straight, I'm still not sure exactly how his happened or who was the instigator but I have gone through BIG changes and a massive awakening. Let me start from the beginning. My parents split up when I was ten years old back in 2001 when my dad came back from spending six months working in Australia and found my mum was four months pregnant by one of his so-called friends. He didn't make a scene, he just packed a bag and left. He moved to south London which is a couple of hours away from the Felixstowe flat we lived in, so I didn't get to see him often, although he phoned and texted me regularly. After about a year however, when my baby brother was 6 months old, my mum asked me to go and stay with my dad for a few weeks during the summer holidays to keep me 'entertained', and I had such a great time with him, I decided to move in with him permanently. A few months later my dad was offered a massive promotion working at the Sydney office of his company and we moved to Australia. It was an amazing place to spend my teenage years, warm, sunny and safe in the gated community in the suburbs that became my home. I was a popular kid, fit, good at sports, on the swim-team and pretty muscular too. I grew to 5 foot 11, and sported an impressive tan, and short dark blond hair. I had a lot of success with the girls too, always dating one or other of the popular girls in school. I graduated university aged 21 with a degree in business finance and decided to move back to the UK to work in the city which had always been my dream. I got a job in Metro Bank with a good starting salary and good prospects. I moved back into my dads flat which he had been renting out for the last ten years and as the mortgage was paid off, I lived there rent free so that I could save to purchase my own house in the suburbs one day. The flat was OK, although it was in a grotty block in a council estate, it was nicely decorated inside with a lot of mod-cons, two large bedrooms and a I bought a massive 72" TV to keep me company. Not bad for a 22 year old batchelor hey? My half-brother Jake was now 12 years old, and I thought it would be the right thing to do to get to know him so I suggested to my mum that Jake come and stay with me during the summer holidays. She jumped at the chance and said she would drive him down that friday afternoon. Mum was not really the maternal type, she was a self-centred woman who was more concerned with herself than with her children. She had thrown Jake's father out back in 2003, and had a string of men coming and going since then, so it would be a nice change for Jake to have some stability for a while. I was expecting him to be nervous, perhaps a bit withdrawn considering all that he had been through, and because we, although half-brothers, were complete strangers to each other. I wasn't sure how to 'pitch' our relationship either. Should I be paternal? Should I be relaxed or strict? I decided to just play it by ear, but basically to give the kid a break and spoil him as much as possible. In typical style she arrived after 11pm and spent no more than 2 minutes unloading his case, saying 'hi son', taking a quick toilet-break and diving straight back in the car with a fleeting 'goodbye' hug. Not stopping for a cuppa, a chat nor even making any plans to pick him up later on in the holidays. I shut the door behind her and turned to meet my little brother. He looked me up and down and said casually 'safe bro'. We shook hands and then I gave him the tour of the flat. The main living area is open plan with a large 3 piece leather suite facing the TV, a dining table and an area that is my home-office. The kitchen and bathroom are both all white and chrome and stylish and his bedroom contains a double bed and a walk-in-wardrobe, it also has a door leading to a small balcony area which is adjacent to my own slightly larger balcony area. I didn't bother showing him my bedroom as I didn't see the point in that. I kept the conversation to small-talk for the first evening, as it was so late when he arrived, he must have been tired, and I wanted him to feel like he could relax without 1000 questions from a stranger. He asked if he could take a shower, to which I agreed and while he was doing that I prepared us some pizza and garlic bread, which I put on trays so we could flop on the sofa and watch a movie together. I was in the kitchen when I heard him come out of the bathroom, so I shouted through to him to 'pick a film from the shelf or flick through the box-office channels'. He picked out TAKEN and put it in the DVD player and pressed play and sat in the middle of the 3 seater couch. He was wearing my white dressing gown which was ridiculously big on him and he had his bare feet up on my glass coffee table. I came in to the living area and passed him his tray, put mine down on the coffee table and returned to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers from the fridge. I threw one at him, he caught it, opened it, sipped and then looked me square in the eyes, smiled and said 'cheers bro'. He had the look of surprise that I'd allowed him to have a beer, and I had no idea if it was his first one but I suspected not. My presumptions about him being nervous had been totally misplaced, Jake was the most confident person I'd ever met, not only had he gone into my room and helped himself to my dressing gown without asking, he didn't even mention it at all, like it was his own. I was fairly surprised the first time he got up and went to the fridge and helped himself to another beer, asking me if I want one too, but I was less surprised at his second visit to collect his third and last one of the evening lol. He displayed bravado, feet up on the table with his legs slightly open, using quite a lot of swear words casually as he spoke, without apologising when he did. When he had finished his pizza he sat with his right hand inside the dressing gown, presumably holding his dick as men do. He was brash but charming, with a massive smile on his face most of the evening too that would warm anyone to him. He was pretty short, maybe 5 ft 3, but was a 'mini-me' in many ways, athletic, dark blond, although he had longer hair than mine that he kept having to brush it from in front of his eyes with his fingers. It was approaching 1.30am when Jake announced that he was going to bed, he stood up, leant over and kissed my forehead with a heartfelt 'thanks bro, this has been sick', and made for his room. As he reached the door, I shouted to him "dude, I'll be needing my gown, we'll go and buy you one tomorrow tho". He replied "cool", untied the chord around the waist and marched into my room to hang it on the back of the door (where he had taken it from earlier). I watched as he exited my room completely stark naked, but not embarrassed at all and making to attempt to cover himself. He announced "there you go bro" and gave me the thumbs up. His body was lean and athletic, the beginnings of abs and pecs were impressive and there was not a hair in sight on his torso. His dick was thin and uncut, but surprisingly long for a boy of his age, with a fine wispy patch of pubic hair. He grabbed his balls as boys are prone to do and turned to walk into his room. I couldn't help but stare as his pert bubble butt disappeared into his room. "What a kid" I thought to myself, baffled and slightly jealous at his brash over-confidence. I took a shower, dried off and put my boxers and dressing gown on and wondered back to the couch to watch the news. An hour or so later I dragged myself to my bedroom, hanged my gown on the door and climbed into bed. While wondering if Jake was sleeping ok, a lot of questions went through my mind. Just how neglected had he been? Does he not have any clean underwear and that is why he didn't put any on? Or is he in bed naked now? Suddenly I began to feel like the 'nerdy older brother' whose little brother is way cooler than him, so I took the plunge, slipped out of my boxers and kicked them out the bottom of the bed, lowered my duvet to below my waist, took my dick in my hand and began to wank myself slowly, fantasising about Marsha, a girl who works in my office, but every now and then the image of Jake stark naked and grabbing his balls shot through my mind. This intrusion to my fantasy confused me, I had never had a gay thought or encounter before so I was baffled as to why the image of Jake's naked body and long flaccid dick was exciting me so much. I tried to push the image out of my mind, feeling guilty and embarrassed with myself for having such thoughts about my 12 year old innocent brother. I chastised myself and told myself that I would never allow such a thought to play on my mind again. Little did I know, Jake was not innocent at all, I was totally unaware of and entirely unprepared for what was to unfold during the coming days. Unbeknown to me, in the next room, Jake was congratulating himself for his well-executed arrival and opening act, and was secretly making his own plans to wrap me around his little finger. I turned over, hugged my pillow and drifted off to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------- If you have enjoyed the opening chapter of this story, please email me at marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk and if there is enough response, chapter two will follow shortly. ------------------