Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2017 19:30:52 +0000
From: Ed. P. <ed.the.p@gmail.com>
Subject: Moving in with my half-brother

Moving in with my half-brother.

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I was just getting to sleep when I heard them start up – again. My
parents were into another argument. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep
for now, so I got out of bed and decided to try and get some work done.

Their marriage had been going down-hill for months, and now the arguments
were basically a daily event. These weren't the sort I could just avoid
either, Mum would end up screaming at Dad...I tried not to over-hear them,
but when I'd heard some of the things she said it didn't seem to be for any
good reason.

I opened my laptop, and was about to do some work, but thought I'd have a
quick look to see whether any friends were around. It was a busy time at
school and most were off-line trying to keep some balance – in fact on
Skype the only person was my half-brother, Jonny. He was ten years older
than me, he'd left home as soon as he turned 18 and had barely been back
since. In fact, it was just by accident that we'd made contact a couple of
months earlier, and he'd asked me not to tell Mum.

"Hey – isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Hey – I'm 18 these days, not still 8."

"Hahaha. Knew you'd rise to that one little brother. How you doing?"

"You don't want to know?"

"Seriously, is everything ok?"

I was silent, I didn't know what to say.

"What a proper chat rather than typing?"

"Sure."

Soon he popped up on my screen, he looked surprised. Then I realised that I
hadn't put a top on when I got out of bed, and was just in my boxers.

"Oh – yeah – sorry, I'll grab a t-shirt."

"Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. Just surprised. Looking good
– guess you're in the gym a fair bit." That was true, not least because
it was a way to keep away from this place and the constant arguments. "So,
you mind if I ask what's up?"

"Mum and Dad – they're in another argument – seems like every night
now."

Jonny listened carefully and sympathetically as I poured out a tale of
woe. He said it was just like this with Mum and his dad before they
divorced. After a while he suggested we meet up after school the next day.

We met outside a coffee shop, it was weird to see him again in the flesh
– the last time had been about eight years before, and all I remember
was the tension in the house.

He explained that before his parents had divorced his mum (mine too) had
basically gone nuts with his dad, he could never tell why – but
eventually his dad up and left saying he couldn't cope with it. He'd tried
to get custody, but of course the mother wins out so Jonny had had to stay
with Mum. Then as soon as he could get out when he was 18 he did. He'd only
visited once, and saw that Mum was just the same underneath.

What he said made perfect sense, Mum's little tricks and ways of causing
arguments...now that I thought about it, that's just what was going with
Dad now, and sometimes with me too.

"Leaving was the best decision I ever made – it wasn't easy, I had to
leave loads of stuff behind...and even if you were an irritating little
eight year-old, you were still my brother. If you can get out, I'd say do
it asap."

"Where can I go? It's not like I'm making money to rent somewhere."

He paused, he was clearly thinking about something.

"Come and stay at my place if you want. It's not too far from here – I
guess your school's around here so you'd be ok with that. Only one
condition – you don't tell her where I am."

I looked uncertain.

"Ok – tell you what, come and have a look at the place. Then think about
it, and let me know. I'm happy for you to have any contact details – as
long as you keep them to yourself."

He was so vehement on that point, I could tell that he was still hurting
about what had happened with Mum.

I thought about it for a bit, and then thought, what the hell – just
going to have a look can't be bad.

He was based in a good part of town close to the centre – a vast house
had been split into flats, his was good and large, three bedrooms all
good-sized.

"Looks like you've done ok for yourself."

"Hard work, and a few bits of luck."

He gave me a lift back, but dropped me round the corner – just in case
she was there to see, as he put it. His car was less than a year-old, Alfa
Romeo – certainly was doing well.

We promised to meet up again soon, and I wanted to get to know him...he
seemed genuinely interested in me too. But moving out? It just didn't seem
right.

That night, just as I was starting to wank off the argument started up
again. I could even hear things being thrown around – something cracked
and I knew I had to get out of there. I grabbed my laptop and prayed that
he'd be on-line...fortunately, there he was.

The same smiling face as last time we'd been on-line, and as when we'd
met. It made me smile just to see him there.

"Sorry to bother you."

"What can I do for you little brother?"

"Was that offer serious?"

"Moving in? Of course. You thinking about it?"

"I've thought about it – I don't have any other choice."

"Let's think of a good time to move you in."

"Sure – just grab my mobile, it's got my diary on."

I jumped up – forgetting that as I'd been wanking I was totally naked
this time. In fact I only noticed when I got back to the computer and Jonny
mocked me about it.

"You didn't tell me you were nudist. Sometimes I have business clients over
– might need some clothes on then." I blushed, he'd seen me
naked. "Well, depends, with some of them it might help to seal the
deal...but pimping out my own brother – not really my thing."

We planned a move for a couple of days' time – Mum always went out on
Thursdays, and Dad never got back from work before 8. Jonny would come
round to collect me and my things.

When the day finally I arrived, I was nervous as hell. Jonny could tell, he
hugged me – the first bodily contact we'd had in about ten years –
but I instantly felt safe in his strong arms. He'd brought a load of boxes,
and together we quickly packed my whole room up; he'd even hired a van, and
soon all of my material possessions were in there. I wrote a note each to
Mum and to Dad – just telling them that I was going to stay with Jonny
for a while, and that I'd be in contact when I was ready.

Eventually we got everything unloaded, Jonny had given me a large bedroom
– there was a double bed (something Mum would never allow me), as well
as the usual furniture, and even an en suite. He went out to return the
hired van, and pick up a take-away. I collapsed to the floor and sat there
with tears flooding down my cheeks – had I done the right thing? how was
I going to manage?

As Jonny came back in he saw me, and just sat there holding me. I could
feel his body heat, but something more than that, I could feel his
brotherly love for me – it took a while, but I came to realise that he
was there to look after me, it was all going to be ok.

It took a few days, but we managed to adjust to each other; his working
hours were erratic, but he would always text me so I knew when he'd be
around. I had a couple of friends over – he was so much more relaxed the
Mum would ever have been. Then one evening we were sitting on the sofa
watching some T.V. together, and he started to open up about when he left
– it was clear that the hardest thing was leaving me behind...but he
knew he had to go, and he was so glad that he was able to help me do the
same. He also came out to me, I wasn't bothered at all, I was straight –
he was gay, what's the problem there?

A couple of nights later he was out on a date, as he'd been used to having
the place to himself, I thought I should keep out of the way when he got
back...but I couldn't help overhear two voices, the date seemed to have
gone well. That night I woke at about three, and needed a drink – as I
was walking to the kitchen I could hear the two of them in Jonny's room. I
don't know why, but I had to wait there – I listened in, trying to
imagine what was going on. Once they were finished I went back to bed and
wanked off – somehow all I could think about was Jonny.

The next morning was Saturday, so I was off school. I was eating some
breakfast as the two of them got up – Jonny was just in a dressing gown,
his evening's amusement was a definite looker, we mumbled a few words of
greeting then he left. Jonny said he was going back to bed. Eventually I
decided to get up properly, as I walked past I noticed that his door was
still partially open – I peaked in, and there was Jonny, laying down
asleep on the bed. He'd dropped the dressing gown, but hadn't bothered to
pull a sheet over himself – I had a full-on view of his arse. I'd never
done anything like it before, but I just gazed at it; as I stared I noticed
that I was getting hard.

I dashed to my room and wanked – just like last night, all I could think
of was Jonny and now of that perfect round arse of his.

When he got up later, he seemed a bit on edge. I was paranoid that he'd
seen me staring at him, so kept hidden away, I dashed out for most of the
day. Then when I got in, buried myself in my room. Eventually there was a
gentle knock on the door.

"Adam – mind if I come in?"

"Of course." I pretended not to be nervous – was he about to kick me
out?

"You ok?"

"Yeah, all good."

"You sure? It's just you seem a bit on edge today...look, you were great
when I came out, I hope that I didn't go too far last night..."

"What you mean?"

"Bringing a guy back here – I should really have spoken to you first,
sorry about that, I guess I'm just used to living alone."

Phew – I was so relieved, he wasn't angry with me...quite the opposite.

"It's your place – you can have whoever you want over."

"You're not pissed off with me then?"

"Fuck no. Even I can tell he was a good-looking guy."

He looked so happy – we hugged, we'd only done that a couple of
times. We stayed in each other's arms, I felt so warm and protected...but
then, the memory of his bare arse came to mind, my cock started to rise. I
broke the hug before he would notice, and satisfied that I wasn't pissed
off with him he left me to the school work I was doing.

I was officially confused now. I was a straight guy, I'd had a couple of
girl-friends, even had a pregnancy scare with one (fortunately nothing came
of it); but here was me getting hard hugging my brother, here was me
wanking off thinking about him having sex with another guy, and dreaming
about his gorgeous arse. What was going on?

I found myself noticing Jonny more and more. He didn't change anything, but
I saw it differently. He would often get up and make coffee just wearing
his boxers – now I couldn't help but see that he had a fucking amazing
body. Hairless chest, well developed pecs; great six-pack abs; strong arms
with highly defined muscles – he spent ages in the gym, and it
showed. He always wore tight boxers, and so I could see, again and again,
the tight arse muscles; they hid what was going on with his package, but a
couple of times I did notice a well-trimmed bit of bush poking out of the
top. Even when he was dressed – he was a tall-slim guy, 6'2ish; very
well groomed; beautiful face.

One morning I was sitting there in my boxers when he came through – he
was clearly still half asleep, he scratched his bulge. I was hard in an
instant – unfortunately I was standing-up, and my boxers did nothing to
hide what was going on.

"Looks like you've got the hots for somebody." He smiled looking down at
me.

"You know what it's like."

"Sure do – at 18, the slightest trace of sweet arse would get me hard."

By now I was starting at his bulge.

"Yeah same here."

Then he turned round.

"Well the arse is this side – you seemed to be interested in the other."

I blushed.

"Which do you prefer?"

"What?"

"Arse or bulge?"

"Depends on the guy I guess."

I thought that was deflecting the question, but then realised what I'd
said.

"Well there's only one other guy in here at the moment."

"The arse is pretty clear in those boxers – the other side not so much."
What the fuck had I just said?

Jonny didn't get angry as I expected – in fact he walked over to me and
put my hand on the bulge.

"That give you a better idea?"

It seemed like an electric change flowed through my whole body – I was
hard as a rock now. Jonny grabbed at my bulge and massaged my hard cock;
his was twitching inside his boxers too. Then suddenly he pulled away from
me and dashed out of the room apologising as he went.

The next week was bizarre as anything. I barely saw Jonny – he would
work longer than usual, pop in during the day and cook something for me to
eat in the evening, but stay out himself until late. Then he'd sneak back
in – with a different guy every time and they'd fuck in his room. There
was no more walking round in boxers, he was fully dressed whenever he
wasn't in his room. When we did see each other, he avoided my gaze and
generally behaved like he was guilty and ashamed.

My mind was all over the place too – I wanked off thinking about him at
least twice every day. My mind running through the feel of his cock, the
sight of his bare arse, and the sound of his fucking. At school I kept
falling into day-dreams about him too; a couple of times friends asked me
if I was ok, and I had to brush them off.

The next Friday evening I texted him that I was going to spend the evening
with a friend, he said it was fine. I got in later than my usual curfew,
but he was normally chilled about that as long as I didn't take the
piss. There were two empty wine glasses on the coffee table, and three
empty wine bottles beside them.

"Hey Adam."

I could tell he was more than a little tipsy.

"Hey Jonny – sorry I'm late back, we were watching a film."

"Do I look like I care – you're safe and that's all that matters."

"Cool – well see you tomorrow I guess."

I was going to head to my room, thinking that my presence wouldn't be
welcome given that he'd been avoiding me.

"You going to bed now?"

"Dunno – might play xbox for a bit."

"Why don't you play here?" He beckoned me over – clearly I was welcome
again.

We played against each other – sitting next to each on the sofa, he kept
moving closer and closer to me in tiny increments. As our arms moved, we
would keep bumping into each other.

I'd had a few beers, so I wasn't perfectly sober either, and feeling good
and relaxed I wondered where his companion from earlier had gone.

"Whose was the second glass?"

"A fucking tosser."

"Doesn't sound good."

"Yeah – his boyf called, and he dashed off. Lied to me, lied to his man
– can't trust guys like that at all. Pity too – fucking enormous
cock."

"You get to see it then?"

"He's fucked me before – didn't tell me he had a boyf. Like I say –
fucking perfect cock, and knows how to use it."

I was shocked at his openness, he noticed.

"Sorry – shouldn't bother you with stuff like that. You don't want to
know your dirty big brother's nasty secrets."

"Well if you're trying to keep your sex life secret, you're not doing a
very good job – I've heard you every night this week."

"Fuck – sorry man. Didn't mean to."

"Do I look bothered?"

"You're cool." He put his arm round my shoulder. "But that doesn't help;
that tosser's got me horned up. Should probably go and wank, see if that
calms things down."

He started to get up, but I pulled him back down.

"Finish the game at least." I don't know why, but I needed him to be there
with me.

As he landed his hand accidentally landed on my thigh – it was like
energy flowed between us, even through my jeans – we both noticed it. We
turned and looked into each other's' eyes.

"You know what, little brother Adam?"

"What?"

"You're fucking gorgeous. When I left you were this grubby eight-year-old,
always bloody annoying me. But now, go to a gay club and you could pull any
guy there."

We were still staring into each other's eyes.

"You too Jonny."

"Me too what?"

"You're fucking gorgeous."

"Yeah? As if."

"No jokes."

"Prove it."

I leant in and kissed him. Neither of us were expecting it, but it happened
– our lips met, then our tongues thrashed. His hands held my body,
pulling that towards him – he leant back on the sofa and pulled me on
top. Our crotches met, we were both getting hard very rapidly.

As we kissed, I unbuttoned his shirt – running my hands over his hard
body. He pulled up my t-shirt, we had to break the kiss momentarily to get
it over my head. We both stared at the body in front of us, drinking in the
sight.

Then Jonny stood up, pulled me to my feet too; back into a deep kiss. This
time his hands ran down my back and over my arse; I copied with his, that
tight arse I'd lusted over was now in my hands. I unbuttoned his jeans and
pushed them down, he followed suit. I slipped my hand inside his boxers,
feeling that hard tight arse without anything between us. He just grabbed
at my boxers and pulled them down; it was only polite to get his down
too. I pulled on his arse and our whole bodies were pressed against each
other – hard cock to hard cock.

Then he broke away – fuck, was this going end like last time?

But then he pulled me towards his bedroom. Grabbing at my cock as we walked
he wanked me a few times.

"This is going to get planted deep in my hole before the night's out."

He pushed my back onto the bed, and worked every inch of my body. Starting
with my mouth again, then working down – covering every part with kisses
and fondles. He skirted round my cock, when I reached out to wank he pulled
my hand away – I was there to lay back and let him give it to
me. Eventually he worked up the inside of my thighs – first his nose
brushed against my sack, then he kissed it, then sucked my balls in
one-by-one. Then ran the very tip of his tongue right along the length of
my cock. He kissed the very tip a few times, then in one fell swoop
swallowed the whole thing. A couple of girls had given me blow-jobs, but
nothing like this – here was a real pro.

After a while he turned me over and started to rim my arse – moans of
delight coming from him as he worked his tongue deep inside me. I've never
experienced this before – my head was spinning from the sheer pleasure
of it.

I managed to grab at his cock, I'd never touched another man's cock – it
was so hot and hard. I wanted it in my mouth too, I wriggled round. The
taste was odd, but I loved it straight away. Jonny guided me, I wasn't as
experienced as him...but he was patient, loving it, except when my teeth
grazed against him.

"Time for the main event, little brother."

He pushed me onto my back, slobbered over my cock until it was good and
wet. Then climbed over me, rested his hole on the tip of my cock, and
slowly lowered himself – impaling himself on my manhood. This was
nothing like the pussy I'd fucked – this was a whole new level of
amazing. Soon his arse cheeks were against my legs, his tight hole
surrounding my cock.

He held my body while we both rolled over – somehow without my cock
falling out.

"Now fuck me. Make me your bitch."

Pure instinct took over – I rammed him like a jack-hammer. He seemed to
leave his body with the pleasure he was getting from this. All too soon I
was on the edge of cumming.

"Give me your load – fill me up."

I didn't need to be told that twice – my whole body shook as my cock
pulsed out what felt like a gallon of cum. I fell down onto the bed
exhausted – but Jonny was still horned up. He sucked off my cock,
cleaning it of my cum and his arse juices. Then frantically wanked until
his enormous hot load shot out all over my body. He fell on top of me, and
we kissed again.

The next morning I woke up in his bed, we'd both fallen asleep as soon as
we'd finished the sex. But he had already got up – there was a note.

"Adam.

"So sorry about last night, I was pissed and I'd been stood up...and you
were there to take the brunt of it. Can't apologise enough, please forgive
me. But if you want to leave, I'll do whatever I can to help you.

"Jonny."

I was knocked back by that – he'd just given me the best night of my
life, and was sorry for it.

I ran around the flat, still naked, still with his dried cum all over my
body looking for my mobile. As soon as I found it I sent a text:

"Can we talk?"

I starred at the phone waiting for a reply.

"Sure – best not at home. Caffé Nero?"

"20 mins."

I dashed into the shower, then grabbed clothes, and ran down to the coffee
shop. He was already there, he'd got me a coffee. He looked nervous as
hell.

I sat down opposite him, nervously sipped the coffee. But before we could
start to talk there was a shout across the room.

"Adam. Where the hell have you been?"

It was Mum, she happened to be there and had spotted me. She stormed over,
ignored Jonny, and started to drag me to my feet.

"You're coming home with me right now."

Before Mum or me knew what had happened though Jonny was between us.

"Mum – you screwed up Dad's life, you tried to screw up mine, sounds
like you're screwing up your new husband's, I'm not going to let you screw
up Adam's. He's staying at my place, he's 18 so there's nothing you can
do. Just leave him to be happy."

There was a certain authority in his voice now – even Mum was stopped in
her tracks.

"His proper place is at home."

"True – and his home is my home." Then he turned to me. "Adam – it's
your choice, I'm not going to put any pressure on you, but you know what I
can offer. Do you want to come back with me, or go with your mother?"

She was still intimidating me, but somehow I managed in a tiny voice to
croak.

"With you Jonny."

Mum started to shriek, but we just walked – Jonny's arm on my shoulder
to make me feel safe.

As soon as we were back in the flat I was shaking. Jonny just wrapped his
arms around me.

"It's ok Adam – there's nothing she can do – you're safe now."

I melted into his arms and cried onto his shoulder; he guided me through to
the lounge and we sat on the sofa together – me safely in his arms. I
cried until I had no tears left – eventually I fell asleep there. When I
woke, he looked down at me, still with his arms wrapped protectively around
me; he kissed me on the head.

"Sorry about that Jonny – don't know what came over me."

"She came over you, that's what happened. It's not your fault. I went
through the same, that's why I never came back to visit you. But you're
safe now."

I looked up at him, and then without thinking spoke.

"I love you Jonny."

"Good – I love you too Adam."

Hearing him say this made me stir, I reached down to adjust my crotch as my
cock filled out. Jonny's hand joined mine there, I noticed that his jeans
were getting tighter too.

"Are you sure about this Adam? I don't want to push you."

"The only thing that I'm sure about at the moment is you."

I climbed onto his knee, facing him, and kissed him deeply. He kissed back,
our bodies seemed to melt into each other.

Eventually we broke apart, Jonny looked into my eyes.

"Look Adam, there's lots of stuff going round your head at the moment; I
don't want to feel like you're being pushed into anything, I don't want to
do anything that you'll regret. I can't deny I'm hot as hell for you, but
us as brothers is more important to me."

"I don't know what I'm feeling, but right now being with you feels right."

We both started to realise that our eyes were full of lust, that what
happened last night wasn't just an accident.

"Your bedroom or mine?" I asked, know what directions things were going to
take.

"Both." I looked puzzled – was he after a marathon all round the flat?
"I don't just want sex with you Adam – I want my room to be yours too. I
don't want you just as a flat-mate, or the little brother I'm helping to
get on his feet."

We spent the rest of the day in Jonny's bed. First we went at it like rabid
dogs – he sucked me, I sucked him (a little better than last night);
then I fucked him hard as I could, and he was still begging for more. Then
after a short break it we were slower and more sensual. We explored each
other's bodies – I'd never done anything like this to a guy before.

My exploration reached his arse, it was well opened up from my fucking. I
thought I'd hate the idea, but I was drawn closer to it. Tentatively I
kissed his cheeks, ran my finger down his crack; his moans of pleasure
helped as I moved in closer – soon I was licking him out deeply, tasting
my cum from before. I should have hated it, but my cock was leaking pre-cum
like mad and I was moaning with delight – almost as much as Jonny.

He started to teach me how to suck his cock too. Keep my teeth out of the
way, suck, vary depth, like – switch between his cock and his
balls. Eventually he whispered in my ear, "Adam, I want to fuck you –
take your arse and make it mine."

At first I was scared by the thought, but then I thought given that I'd
fucked him it was only fair.

"Be gentle." Was all I said.

He turned me over onto all fours and started with a long deep rimming. Then
he started to finger me – one finger at first, very gently and
well-lubed up. In he popped, and worked around; soon he found my prostate,
stroking that a few times sent me straight to heaven. Eventually a second
finger, at first it was tight, but then Jonny gently worked me open. A
Third joined it soon enough – then finally he decided that I was ready.

He slathered his cock in lube, and smeared my hole with it too.

"I'm going to go gently, try to relax it will help. If you need to pause,
just let me know."

When I felt his cock-head against my hole I was filled with lust, I needed
him inside me. But as he started to penetrate there was a tightness, I felt
my cock go soft, and was about to give up and ask him to stop – but then
I realised that the head was inside me, and the shaft was starting to go
– slowly as could be, inch by inch. I really had Jonny buried inside me
now; my head loved the thought, but my arse still wasn't used to
him. Finally I felt his legs against my arse cheeks – his whole cock
inside me. He just rested there, my arse started to get used to him. My
cock started to get hard again as the horniness took over.

"Fuck me Jonny."

He pulled back, slowly and gently, then back into me...slowly increasing
the pace, I was getting used to him and he was driving me wild with the
feeling. Soon he was banging me good and proper, and I was loving it. We
tried various positions out, I was on my back, legs in the air; he was up
on his knees fucking me and gazing into my eyes as he did so.

"I'm getting close – I want to shoot inside you."

He was asking permission.

"Fuck yes – give it to me."

With that he seemed to leap over a barrier, the fucking went up a gear; he
grabbed my cock and wanked me furiously. Then just as he was about to
shoot, he leant over and just as his cock was ramming into my arse, his
tongue rammed into my mouth. He flooded my arse with his cum, then while
his cock calmed down he wanked me – sucking my cock into his mouth just
as I was about to start cumming. Then he lay next to me, and pulled me
close – we kissed sharing my cum between us.

Just then my stomach remembered that it hadn't had breakfast or lunch and
it was now 5 – we'd been at it for a couple of hours. Jonny heard the
rumbling deep inside me.

"I guess that half a load of cum isn't much to keep a young growing lad
full, and if I'm going to keep him I need to look after my man. Pizza?"

I nodded, and he grabbed his mobile to order on-line. As we waited we lay
in each other's arms – feeling each other's body heat. The door went,
we'd both forgotten that the delivery was due. Jonny leapt out of bed, I
couldn't help laughing as he struggled to the entryphone to buzz the man
in. Then he came dashing back in to find some clothes – they were strewn
across the floor, and soon he was wearing a pair of my boxers and my hoodie
as he went to open the door.

He came back with the food, I was still laughing at him. But then as he was
about to climb back onto the bed I scowled.

"What's up?" He looked genuinely upset.

"Your sweet arse might look hot in my boxers, but there's no way you're
eating dressed like that – get it off."

He stripped for me, then we lay together feeding each other.

That night we slept in my bed, his was covered in remnants of pizza. But
then the next morning I moved into his room – that was it, we were a
couple.