Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2021 16:58:49 +0100
From: Kinky boy <fetishkinkyboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 15: My straight brother

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Chapter 15

I woke up when some sun rays hit my face. I turned around. Next to me was
Tijs sleeping. He was softly snoring, and a bit of saliva was dripping from
his agapen mouth. I think this must have been the first time that I was
awake before him. I noticed Tim had already left. No wonder, he was always
an early riser.

I felt relieved Tijs and I were again on speaking terms. I suspected Tijs
felt the same. I was confused about what happened last night. It wouldn't
have happened if I would have been sober. I'm not sure how I felt about it
now. I didn't regret it, because it was hot, but now that my head was
clearer, I was thinking about the ramifications. The taboo subject of
incest was no longer a secret between Tim and me. We made Tijs a part of
it. I didn't know how to react if Tijs were to bring it up. As far as he
was concerned, yesterday was the first time, and it was the fault of the
booze. It was the first time that I felt a hint of shame for the love
between Tim and me.

Concerning Tijs, I was not ready to forgive him completely, I needed more
time for that, but I would be there for him. We were both hurt by the same
asshole.

I laid there watching him sleep, when he slowly woke up. He whipped the
drool from his cheek and looked me straight in the eye.

"Let's never fight again!" He said while he yawned.  He looked at me with
his puppy eyes. Ugh, how could I stay mad at him?

He jumped out of bed with so much energy, while I kept snoozing. I drifted
off to sleep and dreamed of school, of all things. I was roughly awakened
by a wet towel in my face.

I opened my eyes and Tijs stood there butt naked, his hair still damp from
his shower. He had a beaming smile on his face, just like before.

"Hurry up!" He exclaimed. "It's already warm outside." Suddenly he froze in
his tracks. The expression on his face became death serious. "Listen!" He
said.  I kept quiet and listened to what I was supposed to hear, but there
was nothing out of the ordinary. "Don't you hear it?" He asked. I shook my
head. "What am I supposed to hear?" I started to ask, but he shushed me.
"Listen! Can you hear it now?"  I started to get frustrated, why didn't he
just tell me what he was hearing?

"It's the pool, it's calling our name!" He laughed. Ugh, he was such an
idiot. I threw his wet towel back at him. He ducked while he laughed. I
stood up and went to the bathroom to get a quick shower. When I came out,
Tijs was sitting on his bed in his swimming trunks, an unbuttoned shirt and
his flip flops. Next to him was a spare bathing suit, because I didn't have
any spare clothes with me when I came over. I hadn't planned on staying the
night. I put on the swimming trunks under my towel. I don't know why I was
suddenly too self conscious to be naked around Tijs. He had seen me naked
so many times. And then last night...I couldn't explain why, but it was
different now. I don't know if Tijs noticed it too. He didn't react to it,
however. I was thankful he didn't bring up what happened the previous
night. Maybe he was so drunk that he didn't remember it?

In the kitchen, breakfast was ready for us. It felt like we were staying in
a hotel. There was no trace left of a party at all. That's the upside of
having a big budget for your party, when you go to bed, professional
cleaners clean it all up.  Tijs' parents were already eating their
breakfast. They greeted me.

"It's been a while since we saw you." Tijs' dad commented. I wasn't sure if
Tijs had told them anything about our fight. I didn't even know if Tijs
came out to them yet. I decided to play it safe.

"Yes, I was busy with my exams." I said while I took a big scoop of
yoghurt, so that my mouth was full, and I was excused from talking for a
moment.

Tijs' mom focused on her son. "How was the party?" she inquired.

I lost focus on the conversation because I kept thinking about how we would
go from here. I liked Tijs and I wanted our friendship to go on, but I had
to have closure, too. And what we did last night complicated things even
further. He had hurt me, and I wanted him to acknowledge that. But I didn't
want to accuse him either. I didn't want a new fight. I kept wondering how
we should talk it out.

I was back to reality to catch the last part of their conversation. "So,
Jens has been up early to clean it all up, so that you guys could enjoy the
pool." His mum said while buttering a toast. "Some people... throwing up in
our pool... The nerve!"  She took a bite of her toast and continued. "I
have given him the rest of the day off, since he worked so hard this
morning. I hope you don't mind that he'll be joining you for a swim?" Tijs'
mom looked at both of us.  I nodded, Tijs responded: "Of course not, Jens
is fun to be around."

After all those years, Jens was still employed by Tijs' family. He still
lived alone in the pool house. He was in his early thirties now, but he
never looked hotter. I had to admit that he became a serious wank
material. The fact that he never was married or never seemed to have a
serious relationship, made me think he might be gay. But it could also be
my imagination though.  When we were done with breakfast, we headed to the
pool. Jens was already in the water, doing laps. When we approached the
pool, he jumped out of the water. Fuck, he looked sexy. I know, he is
already in his thirties, but fuck me, he still is hot. I never understood
why people judged people because of their age. I was turned on by sexy
guys, no matter how old.

When I saw him coming out of the water in his tiny speedo, I started to
chub up, so I quickly jumped into the water to hide my semi boner. We spent
the rest of the morning swimming and frolicking in the water. I couldn't
help myself though. Every once in a while, I touched Jens as
inconspicuously as possible. Man, I was getting so horned up.

I thought I was being discrete, but I soon found out that I failed
miserably. After a few hours of swimming, we went to the jacuzzi. Of
course, I made sure I sat next to Jens. I brushed with the back of my hand
against his leg. I was fully hard, but because of the jets, it was not
visible, so I didn't care too much. There I was relaxing and fantasizing
about sucking Jens' cock, when suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh. Jens
gently squeezed my thigh. When I looked over to him, with a questioning
look in my eyes, he acted naturally, as if he didn't just squeeze my leg.
Maybe I was misinterpreting things? It must be wishful thinking of my
part... although, how much interpretation was needed here anyway? A few
moments later, I knew I was not wrong. Jens took my hand, squeezed it and
brought it to his crotch. He pushed my hand in his crotch. I could feel his
rock-hard dick. While he did this, he was casually talking to Tijs as if
nothing was happening. I started to gently massage his bulge, but it felt
weird with Tijs sitting on the other side. So, I took my hand back . I
looked at Jens to gauge his reaction. He just smirked as if to say: "Don't
think this is the end of this."

The rest of the morning, Jens acted normally, as if nothing had happened,
despite me seeking his attention. When it was time for lunch, Tijs went to
the house to ask for our lunch to be served near the pool. As soon as he
was out of sight, Jens whispered in my ear: "Come with me to the
pool-house, I've got to show you something."

Meekly, I followed him into the pool-house. Once I entered, he slammed the
door shut and pushed me from behind against the wall. He pressed himself
close to me and started humping my ass. I could feel his hard cock rubbing
against my ass. His warm breath in my neck sent shivers down my spine. He
dry-humped me for a few seconds, while he whispered in my ear: "I've been
thinking about this ass for a few years now..." I could have replied that I
had thought about his dick too, but instead I stayed silent. He turned me
around and pushed me down on my knees. He hooked his thumbs behind his
waistband and pulled the straining fabric down to reveal a nice uncut
cock. Just as I was about to take it in my hand and eventually in my mouth,
Jens put it back in his speedo.

"Shit, Tijs is returning!" He said while looking out of the window and
rushed outside. He jumped into the pool and I followed suit. Tijs jumped in
a few seconds later, announcing that lunch would be served in half an hour.

"What were you guys doing in the pool-house?" Tijs inquired. I felt blood
rushing to my face. Fuck, Tijs had seen us.

"Oh, I was just recommending a book I had finished to Sander." Jens said
nonchalantly. Boy, was he a good liar.  "Where is the book then?" Tijs shot
back.

"I had already read it." I said nervously, hoping he wouldn't pursue the
matter.

"Yeah, Sander, about that..." Jens started. "There is a great sequel to
that book. Maybe you should check it out soon." He said while he winked at
me.

"Oh, I will, the first book left me wanting for more!" I giggled.

"Ugh, bookworms, you guys are so boring!" Tijs laughed. We all joined him
in his laughter, although for different reasons.

After lunch, Jens excused himself and left Tijs and I alone. We laid on our
sunbeds, enjoying the rays of sun. If there was ever a change to talk it
out, this was the moment. I guess we both realized it, because both of us
started talking at the same time. I was relieved that I didn't have to
start the conversation, so I let Tijs speak.

"So you really didn't know that Tim was bi?" He asked again. He asked me
the same question last night. He probably forgot he asked it. If he forgot
he asked, there is a possibility he forgot the answer.  A few weeks ago, I
might have told everything to Tijs, but the trust was not there anymore. At
least not for now. Because I knew I had to answer, or he would keep asking
me that question, I lied and told him I didn't know. After a short silence
Tijs started to speak again.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Sander." He looked at the sky while he said
it. I did believe him.

"I know you didn't mean to, but you did." I told him in all honesty. There
was silence after that. Neither of us wanted to fill up the silence. At
long last, I spoke again.

"You knew I was in love with Nathan." I responded. A little more accusing
than I meant to.

"I was not planning on falling for him." He mumbled. "It just happened. He
seemed to really care for me, he showed interest in me. He seemed so
sweet."

I felt a little bit hurt. Didn't Tijs realize that I cared for him too?

"Besides you, it seemed no one ever really cared for me. I was swept by his
attention. At first it confused me, because I never imagined I would fall
for a guy." He left a silence after that. "Maybe that's why I didn't
realize at first what was happening, but suddenly I was in love."

"Are you...gay?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Tijs had to think about his answer. Finally, he spoke again: "No..."

"Bi?" I asked.

"No..." was his answer again. It confused me.

"What do you mean? no?" I shot back.

"Sander, why is it so important to you, to put a label on everything? Can't
I just be Tijs?" He responded in a slightly annoyed tone. He stood up and
dove into the pool. He left me pondering. I was a little hurt by his
response. Maybe he was right. For me it was important to label
everything. It gave me clarity. You either had to be gay, bi or
straight. And if you were straight, you would not have fallen in love with
a guy. What was so wrong with me wanting to have the right labels for
things?

"Hey Sander! Stop dreaming and come in the water!" Tijs shouted. I jumped
up and jumped in the water. Tijs pushed me under water. When I came back
up, I splashed water in his face, while he jumped on my back. It was the
first time since our fight that we were so playful. I mean, last night we
were physical too, but it was different. I was relieved that Tijs hadn't
brought it up.

We were frolicking and before I knew it, our lips met. I couldn't say who
initiated the kiss. It was weird, our first kiss after what happened last
night. For me it cleared something up. I was definitely not in love with
Tijs. The sex was great, and I would love to do it again, but I was no
longer in love. I used to be, but much has changed.

When we had swam enough, we went to Tijs' room to take a shower. Tijs was
naked the minute we walked into the bathroom. I was self conscious. I don't
know why though. Tijs noticed it.

"Don't tell me you're shy, now?" He giggled. "I think your dick is the one
I've seen the most apart from my own." He came towards me, and in one swift
move, he pulled down my bathing suit. "Besides, after last night..."

The moment I feared had come. Tijs started to talk about last night. I had
hoped he had forgotten it, or that he would never mention it again. I felt
my blood rush to my head. I saw myself in the mirror, my face was deep red.

Misinterpreting my red face as insecurity, Tijs tried to reassure me: "You
don't have to be nervous; you were great last night." He winked at me: "I
wouldn't mind fucking you again, to be honest."

Although I was happy that he enjoyed it, there was still the elephant in
the room. What about the incest part?

"And Tim was a great fucker. Wow, when I saw that huge dick of his, I knew
I wanted that boner in me. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to take
it, but boy, did it feel good!" Tijs was rambling, not hindered by the fact
that he was talking about my brother. I wasn't really listening at that
point. I heard the words, but I didn't register them. That is, until Tijs
proposed the following: "You should ask Tim to fuck you too!"

I was surprised by this suggestion. I kind of liked that Tijs seemed open
to incest. Maybe I could let him in on our secret, soon. It was a fact that
it was hard to keep it all to myself. In the beginning I loved that it was
some private secret between Tim and me. But lately it felt so good that I
wanted to share it with the world. But only Brecht knew of it.

Tijs must have seen the shock on my face, and he, not knowing the truth,
took a totally different conclusion: "Yeah, sorry about that, sometimes my
mouth is faster than my mind. I didn't mean to suggest you should have sex
with your brother..." He smiled apologetically.  "But still, last night,
wow, dude, that was awesome..."

I just shrugged. I felt uncomfortable talking about it with Tijs. I had
almost forgiven him, but there was still a small part of me that didn't
trust him completely.

Tijs was already lathering up in the shower, while I still stood in the
bathroom, pondering about what he said.

"Well, aren't you coming in?" He called impatiently.

I stepped into the shower. Tijs took a massive portion of soap and started
to lather me up. It felt good to be massaged by him. He had started at my
shoulders and was now at my lower back. He didn't stop there. He started to
soap up my ass. He chuckled while he did that. He gave it more attention
than necessary. But I was not complaining at all. He brushed several times
with his finger against my hole. I wanted to show him that I was open to
it, so I arched my back, so my butt stuck out a bit.

He took the handheld shower, and cleaned all the soap from me. When he
pointed the water jet to my ass hole, it felt so good. "Oh yes!" I softly
moaned.

"You fucking slut!" Tijs smirked. He pushed one finger against my
hole. When I moaned again, he pushed his finger in. In one swift move, all
the way inside of me. I let out a groan. I hadn't expected him to be so
eager. He started fingerfucking me vigorously. I kept moaning while I
leaned against the shower wall. Tijs retracted his finger, and I whimpered
in disappointment.

"Don't worry, I'm not done, there's more to come!" He chuckled.  And with
that, he entered me again, this time with two fingers. It felt fucking
awesome. Just as I was about to cum, Tijs stopped. He came close behind me
and started to nibble on my ear. I turned my head sideways and we started
to make out. I turned around. I could feel his hard dick press against my
abs. I held Tijs just beneath his ass. I pushed him a little, then released
him again. I did this a couple of times, to get a good rhythm going. All
the while we were kissing as if there were no tomorrow.

Suddenly Tijs stopped kissing me and leaned a bit back and looked at me. He
looked me straight in the eyes, then smiled.  He then took me in his arms
and held me in a bear hug. He planned a kiss on my mouth and started
kissing my neck, my shoulder, down to my pecs. He stopped a minute to play
with my nipples. He kissed his way down to my belly button. He kneeled and
took a firm grasp of my raging hard dick. He jerked it two or three times,
then looked up at me, winked and took my dick in his mouth.

He sucked on my dick while he made a twisting-wanking movement with his
hands on my shaft. Damn, he sure had some hot skills. Hard to believe this
was the guy who was so angry when initially I came out. I shook my head to
get rid of those thoughts. I wanted to enjoy this and not be bothered with
the past anymore.

He kept sucking my dick, while I went with my fingers through his hair. He
was fondling my balls while he sucked me. Suddenly I felt an urge to be
fingered again. I took one of his hands and guided it to my ass. Tijs did
get the hint. While he was fingering me, he stopped sucking me and slowly
stood up. His hand was between my legs, and since he was a bit taller than
me, I had to stand on my toes. My dick was resting against his
forearms. His face was inches away from my face. He places his free hand
against the back of my head. His brow touched my brow. My hand was touching
his cheek. He turned his head a little and kissed my palm. He took two
fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.

"Finger me." He whispered.

I brought my fingers to his ass and pushed them against his hole. To my
surprise, there was little resistance from his ass. I could easily enter,
and I started fingering him at the same pace as he was fingering me.  We
both had our free hand on the other one's neck, our foreheads resting
against one another's. Tijs increased the tempo and I followed suit. Tijs
was breathing heavier and heavier. Suddenly, without warning, he started
shooting his load. Thick ropes of cum blasted from his cock and landed
everywhere. On me, the floor, the wall. The sight was so hot that I started
cumming too.

"Yeah baby, shoot your load, shoot your load for me!" Tijs panted. When we
were both done, we slowly took our fingers out of each other's holes. We
stood there, leaning against each other, letting the water rain down on us.

"This was so hot!" Tijs softly whispered. I agreed. After all these years,
I still was attracted to him.

After the shower, we laid on his bed, both in just our boxer briefs. Tijs
was flipping through Netflix to see if we could watch a movie. He decided
to watch `Rough Night'. Barely 10 minutes in the movie, I noticed him
casually stroking his bulge. He suddenly realized I was watching and
started laughing.

"Sorry dude, but Scarlett Johansson always makes me hot." He smirked. "Man,
I would love to fuck her."

I couldn't care less about Scarlett Johansson. Or any female for that
matter. I was a bit annoyed that Tijs talked about it. Irrational of me, I
know. Especially because up until a few weeks before I considered him
straight. My lack of response made Tijs wonder.

"Don't you ever get turned on by a girl?" He inquired.

"No..." I said softly.

"Damn, too bad, because I think it would be hot if we would have a
three-way with a girl."

I didn't respond to that. It wasn't appealing to me at all. I noticed that
it was appealing to Tijs, because the tip of his dick, who was now hard,
was sticking out of his leg from his boxer briefs.

"Can I fuck you now?" Tijs asked rather unceremoniously. I laughed a
little. He wasn't romantic, that's for sure.

"Sure!" I responded, while I laid back, took off my boxer briefs and raised
my legs. Tijs came over, sat on his knees in front of me. He had removed
his boxers as well. I placed my feet on his shoulders. He grabbed the lube
from his nightstand and started to coat his dick with it. He took care of
my hole too, and like he did in the shower, he entered my hole with two
fingers. My dick reacted instantly by jumping up and dripping some precum
on my abs. Tijs scooped it up and brought it to his mouth.

"Hmm, you taste delicious!" He said while he winked.

He proceeded with placing his dick against my hole. Eager as he was, he
pushed it right in, without hesitation. He directly went balls deep. Fuck,
it did hurt, but to be honest, I didn't mind, I knew it would only hurt for
a short while. He only let me have a moment to get used to it, before he
started pounding. Tijs was definitely not a tender lover. I didn't mind,
though. He held my legs firmly against his torso, while my calves balanced
on his shoulders. He got really brutal and fucked at a high pace. I loved
to get pounded the way he did.

"Oh fuck, I love to pound your tight hole! It feels fucking awesome!" He
groaned. He picked up the pace and was now furiously fucking me. He leaned
over me and pressed my legs against my chest. He pinned my arms to the
bed. I was helpless, but I didn't care. I loved how he overpowered me.

When he let go of my arms, I reached over and grabbed his ass. I loved to
feel the muscles move while he pounded me mercilessly. Suddenly, he reached
behind my back and took me in his arms. He lifted me up and he let himself
fall on his back, so that I was now on top of him.

"Ride my big pole!" He growled. "Make me cum! I wanna shoot your hole full
of my sperm!"

I did as I was told. Tijs took it easy now. He laid back; his fingers
strangled behind his head. Just watching me with a horny smile on his
face. I let my hands travel across his sexy chest. He was damp with
sweat. I felt the urge to lick him. I started from his nipples. I took the
left one in my mouth, while my hand massaged his right pec. From the sounds
he was making, I could tell he loved it. He started to move his hips up,
trusting his pole deeper and deeper with each trust. He was aggressively
fucking me now. I had to hold on to his torso now, to not fall over. He
flipped me over, so that I was once again laying on my back, while he was
on the tip of his toes, his whole body weight was resting on his toes and
hands. His whole body was tense. I loved this view; all his muscles were
tensed up and the face he made was one of pure lust.

I grabbed my cock, which was not easy, because Tijs was fucking me so hard,
that my whole body shook. I barely had my dick in my hand before an
explosion of cum erupted from my dick. Tijs didn't seem to notice, it was
as if he was in a trance. He had his eyes closed while he kept pounding,
harder than ever. He bit his lip hard and suddenly he opened his eyes and
cried out: "Fuuuuucck!". Drips of his sweat landed on my body, while he
shot his load in my ass. With each shot, he trusted deeper and deeper in
me, until he was done. He let himself fall and was laying on top of me. We
were both sticky from sweat and my cum. Tijs panted for a few moments,
while he lay there.

"Fuck, this was soooo good." He exclaimed. He got up, finally, because I
felt crushed. Only then did he realize that I came.

"Ah, you came..." He said with disappointment in his voice. "I wanted to
suck you." He pouted. As much as I wanted him to suck me, it was not going
to happen. Sometimes, enough is enough. After a weekend with Tim in the
woods, where we fucked like rabbits, our three-way last night and two times
in the last half hour, I couldn't even think about sex anymore. I was tired
and fulfilled.

"Sorry, you'll have to suck another time, I'm exhausted." I told him.

"Do you want to shower together?" He asked me.  "I'll promise I'll behave!"
He added with a mischievous grin on his face.

When we were in the shower, Tijs suddenly hooked his finger under my chin
and started to kiss me. Even though he had promised to behave, his dick was
rising again. My dick reacted a little, but I was really not in the mood.

"Can I jack off, while I watch you?" Tijs suddenly asked.

"Why?" I promptly asked.

"Because I think you're incredibly sexy. I can't believe I didn't notice it
for years." He looked seductive at me, then planted a kiss on my lips.
With one hand, he was stroking his dick, while the other hand caressed my
body. He looked deep into my eyes and started to kiss me. I felt his tongue
entering my mouth. He tenderly kissed me. Although I was not in the mood to
cum again, I didn't mind him wanking. I enjoyed the kissing very much.

Tijs was more tender than I had ever experienced him. He kept stroking his
dick while he laid his head on my shoulder. When he came, he panted softly,
but didn't make any other sound. He turned a bit, so that his cum wouldn't
splash on me. I wouldn't mind though.

After the shower, I texted Tim to see if he could come and get me. I saw
that Dad had texted me too. He wondered if I would join them for dinner, to
which I replied I would. It was the first evening at home for a week. I
looked forward to having a quiet night, even if it meant that the awful
twins would be there.

I said goodbye to Tijs and went outside to wait for Tim. When he arrived, I
jumped into his truck and kissed him on the cheek. He looked around to see
if nobody could see us, then took my face in his hand and planted a kiss on
my lips. His tongue fought a way into my mouth.

After the kiss, he started to drive. I still didn't know what had happened
with Daphné, so I decided to ask about it. I just didn't want to
upset Tim. I rehearsed several questions in my mind, before deciding upon:
"How are you now?"

The question was vague enough, so that if Tim didn't want to talk about it,
he could escape a conversation.

"I'll be okay." He said while he kept his eyes on the road. He then
scoffed: "Mostly wounded pride, I guess."

Okay, he was opening up the conversation. I thought a follow-up question
was possible: "Have you heard anything from Daphné?"

"Yeah, I called her today. She needs a few days to get her thoughts
together, and then we'll talk it out. To get some closure, I guess." He
responded.

"Was it because she found out you were bi?" I realized it was the first
time that I called him bi. Up until now, I've always considered him
straight, even though we had sex.

"Yeah, partly. She didn't like the fact that I hadn't confided in her. But
I also think she was feeling that I became more distant from her." It was
rare for Tim to be so open. "We both agreed it's for the best."

We drove into our street. Only a few more minutes alone with Tim, before I
had to share him with the whole family. When he parked the car and turned
the motor off, he looked at me. "Besides, I think I've fallen out of love
with Daphné, when I fell in love with someone else." He left a short
pause. "I never realized it, up until a few days ago."

My heart stopped. Tim was in love with someone else? But who? He hadn't
seen other girls, as far as I knew. I was a bit worried, maybe this new
love could be the one, and he would leave to start another life, without
me. I felt sad, all of a sudden. I let my head hang down. Tim hooked his
finger under my chin and lifted my head. Our eyes met, he laughed at me.

"I'm trying to tell you that I've fallen in love with you! You dumbass!" He
laughed. I didn't know how to react. This was the last thing I'd ever
expected. I knew I loved him, but I always thought to myself it would be
safe, because he would never be in love with me. I didn't know how to
respond. If I told him the truth, that I was in love with him too, we would
open Pandora's box, so I stayed silent. I didn't know what to do. I hoped
for some divine intervention, to save us from this awkward moment. Lucky
enough, that intervention came in the form of Dad who came out to put the
garbage on the curb.  "Are you guys spending the evening in the car?" He
joked. We got out. When I walked behind Dad, I felt Tim putting his arm
around my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. I looked at him, and he shot me
a smile. It was not a happy smile, more a
`how-are-we-going-to-solve-this-smile'.

Just before we entered the front door, I leaned over and whispered in his
ear: "It's going to be okay...I love you!"