Hey everybody, I guess you could say it's been a while. Life, unfortunately, has its challenges, and this absence has been full of them.
I'm not sure if any of my old readers will read this chapter, but if you're here, it's great to see you!
I'm hoping to continue and see where the story takes me, and hopefully without the same absence.
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I woke up, staring at the back of Corey's head. It was pitch black outside, so it must have been early. I withdrew my arms from my brothers slim waist, and pulled my crotch from the crevice of his ass. Ugh, morning wood. It was meanest piss hard-on, but feeling it nuzzled in the warmth of my brothers cheeks was a different sensation all together.
As I slowly peeled my body from his back, Corey groaned in his sleep, grabbing my arm to rest it under his and over his torso again. I tried pulling myself from his grasp, but he pushed his back back into my crotch, forcing my aching hard cock to push against his boxers-covered ass. Fuck.
He moaned as he ground his ass into my rock solid morning wood, the only thing now flying through my mind was ripping off my boxers and fucking his tight, just-turned-sixteen year-old ass.I pushed forward, grinding my pelvis into his firm buns, trying to contain my breathing.
My hand absentmindedly dropped down and was only noticed to be where it was when I felt a steel pole in its palm. Corey was rock-fucking-hard. I immediately stopped my light thrusting. What was I doing? I had my brothers stiff prick in my hand and my aching cock was kneading his ass. Was he even awake?
I stayed still for twenty seconds before a light snore came. I immediately felt guilty. There was no fucking way I was messing with my brother, especially not while he was asleep. I let go of his still stiff teen dick that was thankfully covered by his boxers, and pulled myself from his grasp, finally peeling my body from his.
I sighed as I emptied my bladder in the bathroom toilet, both relieved of my morning wood, but also of my discipline. It had been a while since I'd felt true intimacy with anyone, and finally reconnecting with my brother was probably just as good as any potential short term lay I might find here in London, but it was not an excuse to suddenly take advantage of my brothers sexuality.
As I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, the memory of what transpired last night, entered my mind. From a sobbing brother, to us finally burying the hatchet, to us reminiscing about my beloved mother, to us kis-
Shit.
I'd forgotten about that.
I had asked him what he had wished for, for his birthday. Then he just...kissed me. I was too shocked to do anything. My eyes remained opened and my mouth shut. But Corey's eyes were closed. He was somewhere else. Eventually he opened his eyes and pulled away; gently smiling. He turned around and pulled my arm over him and we remained like that 'til now.
I shook the thought from its lingering presence. It had overstayed itself welcome and as I climbed into my own bed, I had decided this couldn't repeat itself.
I awoke with the sun illuminating my room. I groaned, feeling like I hadn't slept well. I checked my phone. 2pm.
"Shit!" I yelped. Why the hell was I still in bed. Why didn't my bother wake me.
"Cor?!" No response.
Maybe he went running. I got showered, checked my emails and ate breakfast, even though it was past lunch. I heard the front door open and close a few minutes later.
"Hey there, big boy," Corey positively bounced with joy as he slapped my back, circling around the counter to take the seat across from me. "How you doing?" He asked, this time not looking into his phone as he said it. A welcomed change since our little period of 'miscommunication', to put it lightly.
"Ah, just the usual," I smiled back, before returning my focus to my laptop.
"Cool," Corey got up from his seat, but I decided now was a good time to clear the air.
"Um," I cleared my throat.
"Oh, yeah?" Corey slowly returned to his seat.
"I, err, kinda wanna talk."
"About?"
"Well...you know..."
Corey raised an eyebrow, either an excellent actor, or genuinely unaware.
"Last night, you, I mean, WE..."
Corey remained puzzled. Apparently I was too vague for his intelligence to fill in the blanks.
"The kiss."
"Oh, yeah?" He pushed out from the counter and got up, proceeding to get a protein shake from the fridge.
"Yeah, like, what are you feeling right now?"
"What am I feeling? Like in general or..."
I was getting agitated. "What are your feelings on the kiss."
Corey took a few gulps of the drink, returning it to the fridge after. He walked back to the table and sat across from me.
"The question is, what did YOU think about the kiss?"
"What? I asked you first!" I shot back, smiling.
"Nah, ah! I know you've got something on your mind, so you may as well share it," he smirked.
I looked down at the table, unsure of what to say. I could tell him that was a piss poor excuse for me to go first, but this needed to be said and not danced around.
"I think..."
"Yeah?"
I looked up, Corey seemed confident and beamed with pride.
"I think we're brothers, first and foremost, and should remain as such."
"What?" He laughed, "can you elaborate?"
"Look, I love you, unconditionally. I'm super glad we're back to how things were, but I don't think we should...be intimate with one another." I winced. That was the best I had on short notice. My eyes were shut so I didn't see the hug enveloping me. I sighed a huge breath of relief.
"Damn, bro, you're so tense!"
"Man, I just don't want to upset you."
I got up from my chair and returned the hug, pulling in Corey tightly. He smelled so good. He felt so warm and I could feel myself chubbing up.
Oh shit.
I quickly cleared my throat as I broke the hug, but remained smiling. But Corey's eyes didn't seem to match his smile. There seemed to be a hint of something else. Sadness?
Corey spent the rest of the day doing coursework in preparation for the start of the next school year, while I hammered away at some code. I was glad to be doing work for any company other than Saggers. The last thing I needed was attractive boys flaunting their stuff at me.
By seven, our Chinese had arrived and we tucked in.
"So how's the year ahead look?" I asked.
"Yeah great! Looking forward to English Lit and Media.
"Media?"
"Yeah, apparently we'll get to learn photoshopping, artwork designing and film making."
"Film making?! Since when have you been interested in that?"
"Well, Dylan actually helped me film some stuff that came out really good. So I thought it would be a cool idea to learn how to improve my craft so we could do better projects."
"I am actually surprised, but impressed for sure. Good stuff, dude."
"Thanks. What about you?"
"Doing a job for a card company. The site is turning out to be pretty cute," I smiled, genuinely happy with the results that had come of this new contract.
"Oh, it's not the other one?" Corey grinned devilishly.
"Oh, no not that one," I chuckled nervously. I could feel my face begin to warm.
"Seemed like you really enjoyed being hands on with it," Corey's smirked was threatening to turn into a great beaming smile, but he maintained his cocky composure.
"Nah, it was just weird timing. I was like backed up and-"
"I could have sworn there were two guys-"
I coughed, sputtering food over the table.
Three firm knocks on the door broke us out of the giggling fits we were in. Corey and I both looked at the other, confused. As far I was aware, we weren't expecting visitors. I started cleaning the table as Corey tended to the door.
"Hayes Steele?"
"Hayes, it's for you," Corey looked at me, his face bearing no familiarity with the visitor. I walked to the door to see a mid-thirties man in a suit.
"Hello?"
"Hayes Steele?"
"Yeah, that's me."
The man gave me an envelope stamped with what looked like a government insignia.
"You've been served a court notice."
Without another word the man went on his way. I closed the door to see a wide-eyed Corey staring at me.
"What the fuck is this about?"
"Not sure," I felt my stomach begin to turn. I was hoping we wouldn't have to deal with any of this, but I guess it was wishful thinking. I tore open the envelope and scanned the document.
"Well?" Corey was pacing.
"Shit."
"Tell me."
"Dad wants to appeal my guardianship over you."
"What? He can't do that that," Corey spat, visibly anxious.
"It's okay, this means nothing at the moment. They're only notifying us because they're legally obliged to. But dad could still have his appeal rejected by the judge."
"But what if it isn't?"
"Well, then we'll be ordered a summons which means we'll have to go there to contest it."
"Fuck!"
"Hey, it'll be okay," I replied softly, taking Corey into a hug. He was shaking, so I gripped tighter.
"It's going to be alright. He's not going to get anything. We just have to prove we've taken care of ourselves all this time, and it'll be over."
"I need to work out," Corey pulled away and made for his room.
I felt that nagging fear grow inside me, regardless of what my mind told me. I knew dad didn't have a chance, but it infuriated me that he had the gall to try dismantling what we'd built.
"I think I might join you."
I didn't want to complicate things between Corey and I. The less physical contact we made, the better. But my younger brother needed me.
As we stepped into his bedroom, Corey began disrobing, Shoes, then socks, then shirt and finally shorts. He was left in only his boxer-briefs. I reflexively cleared my throat, uncomfortable with the situation, but aware that was how he worked out every time.
"Sits-ups, air bike, then jumping jacks and finally clap push ups. We're doing a medium, explosive workout."
Corey wasn't smiling nor was he looking at me. He was stern; determined,
I got on the floor beside him, which finally garnered his attention.
"You not gonna get your kit off?"
"Err, do I need to?"
"Well, yeah. You won't he anywhere near the comfort level needed for this routine. Then you'll just give in less than half the way."
I was usually met by that mischievous smirk whenever he mentioned undressing, this was different. He was serious. This was just a matter-of-fact. I needed to do this, though. No question. I stood up and threw all of my outer clothing to the side, leaving myself in exactly the same dress-up as Corey. Boxer-briefs.
"Your chest looks tighter."
"I've been putting in the work to catch up to you." I nodded to my brothers firm, tight chest.
"Right, let's smash this then you'll be another step closer."
At first I was a little self-conscious, but as we steamrolled through the reps, all I could think about was dad trying to insert himself back into our lives. Who the fuck was he? Certainly not the capable, responsible, loving parent we deserved growing up. An image of a lonely alcoholic drowning in self-loathing perforated my mind. I could almost smell the image.
My body reacted, subconsciously pushing harder, faster, angrier. Hate fuelled me. I looked next to me to see my brothers red face skewed in an expression of pure disgust. He looked like he wanted to cause damage to something. His was was dripping with sweat, but I could still tell his eyes we were tearing up.
I stopped and put my my hand on his shoulder.
"Bro, are you okay?"
His legs were spinning, as he maintained an angry focus on his exercise.
"Should we ta-"
"Fuck that piece of shit."
"Wait, what?"
"Fuck the cunt," He sneered through clenched teeth. He was livid.
"Bro, let's take a breather," I tried to calm him. I put my hand on his leg to settle his motion, which seemed to stop him finally. He looked at me with a rage I felt pierce me.
"I said fuck the stupid, vile, piece of filth..."
And slowly, as he rattled off every perjorative, insult, hate filled dissasociation, his mask of vexation softened. His narrowed brow lifted, his snarl eased into an upside down smile, and his watery eyes let loose streaks of tears.
I pulled him into a hug, both of us lying on the floor. He draped his arm around me and pulled into me, our near naked bodies tangled as my sixteen-year-old brother wept for the second time in two days.
I kissed his head, my brothers sadness stoking the fire within me. Thank god that man delayed those papers by a day. I don't know what I'd do if he had brought it on Corey's birthday.
"It's going to be okay, little brother. I love you so much. I'll keep you safe."
Corey's cry eased, as he pushed his body firmly against mine. He lifted his head, looking at me.
"Hayes, I never want to let you go. Never."
Corey nuzzled his face into my neck, his hot breath radiating. His hand snaked from my waist to my stomach then slipped to just above my crotch. My anger began to subside, as my hand slid down my brothers back to his lower half, resting just above his ass. I inhaled deeply, my face resting in his hair.
"I don't want anyone, but you, bro. I only need you." Corey uttered, his voice barely a whisper. I felt his breath cake my neck and then his lips connected.
"Cor..." I muttered, my eyes closed, my thoughts a haze. My hand felt heavy as it dragged lower, over his soft, curvaceous bottom.
"Mhm," Corey's pecks became frequent, lining the side of my neck. Causing electricity to flow through me.
"We shouldn't," I whispered, my resistance a cloud floating off in the wind.
Corey's hand slipped to my inner thigh as the pecks turned into a a light French kiss on my neck. I don't know how, but my body shuddered and my mouth let out a moan against my minds will that seemed to be the final wall built up between Corey and I.
Corey's hand slid lazily over my crotch and on to my rapidly hardening dick. He squeezed and my cock pulsed in repose.
"Fuck," I grunted. I was lost. We shouldn't be doing this, but it was happening again. First, the vlogger doing kissing experiments, and now the ultimate lapse in resistance; my bother.
"I need you so fucking badly, Hayes. Please."
His whimpering neediness was a cannon blast to my castle wall of insecurity and doubt. My cock throbbed rock hard hearing his high-pitched fragility breathing down my neck, interspersed with his lips sucking and his tongue tracing my Adam's apple. My hand squeezed his round, soft ass as another moan escaped me.
Within an instant, everything came to a halt. Corey was still. The only sound was our heavy breathing, echoing in his bedroom. I came back to my senses rather abruptly and a sense of guilt began etching itself into my conscience. Had I done what I swore not to do? Did I take advantage of my brother? Did I give in to selfishness?
"Tell me you want me," Corey finally whispered directly into ear. His voice a calm whisper that hinted a subtle desire. He wasn't asking, but he gave me the ultimate decision. This was my final chance to stand by my word; to not do what I wasn't born to do.
I thought about Morgana in that moment. Cock deep in her, no greater pleasure. I was straight, I had to be. That's all I'd ever been.
But then...but then Corey. Corey smashed that thought out of mind just as fast as it had entered. Truth be told, all I could think about was my brother. All I've been wanting and needing in the most crucial part of my life, was my brother. And here he was, offering himself to me. In all his fragility and trust.
"I do," I muttered.
Corey kissed my cheek and stood up. His boxer-briefs that clung to his torso like a second skin, tented with his stiff cock. He offered his hand, which I took and he hoisted me up. We were once again standing toe-to-toe. Eye-to-eye.
"Hayes..."
Without another word, I leaned in and kissed him. This time, when my brothers perfect mouth opened, I reciprocated.
His tongue wrapped around mine as our mouths clashed, and a soothing French kiss became a frantic desperate needed to open our mouths to the other. I opened my mouth and left my tongue out for Corey to suck. He took it longingly, letting it penetrate his mouth, gliding between his lips. He let go of my tongue and shoved his in my mouth. I grasped it with my lips and sucked it. Wet and soft. I loved how it felt in my mouth.
As we resumed our French kiss, Corey's hand grabbed my aching cock. I was so hard I thought I would erupt at any second. He pushed me back onto his bed, causing me to fall back and for him to tumble into me. His hand never left my cock. He broke the kiss and looked into m eyes.
A face of pure and unadulterated lust. I'd never seen him like this before. I felt his hand slip into my boxers and find my rigid prick. I gasped, eliciting a smile from him. He had full control.
A slow, rhythmic stroke started, as I let out a low groan. Fuck. I'd not felt another hand do this to me in all my life. Corey opened his mouth, which I assumed to be an indication for me to mirror. I opened my mouth and he closed his. A few seconds later a ball of spit formed at the edge of his lips, falling down by a string of saliva into my awaiting mouth. I captured it, tasting it on my tongue. Even his spit tasted glorious. I swallowed and opened my mouth again, sticking out my tongue. He leaned down and started to lick my tongue. His stroking pace quickened.
I sighed as I felt that familiar feeling begin to rise up trough my cock. Corey stopped licking to stare into my eyes, our faces a millimetre apartment, our gazes unwavering and locked firmly. We were both staring into each other's eyes with next to no distance between us. Like we were trying to gaze into the others soul.
I grunted and tensed, my body convulsed and my eyes shut involuntarily as my prick pulsed several times, ejecting ropes of cum upon cum.
When I was finally done, Corey let go of my still stiff prick and pecked me on the lips.