Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2020 09:27:07 +0100 From: Kinky boy Subject: My Straight Brother chapter 3 Please make a donation to Nifty. This is a mutiple chapter story. If you wish to contact me, you can do so by email. I'll respond to every email. Before you start reading, I want to thank Valentin Delgrado for his help to check my chapters. I got in contact with him after reading his beautiful story Brotherly games. If you want to read a good story check out: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/brotherly-games/ My Straight Brother - Chapter 3 I stayed the rest of the day in my room, until I heard Tim leaving. I was afraid to face him again. On the first hand, I was in a daze because it was the best thing that ever happened to me, on the other hand, I was embarrassed. I didn't know how Tim would react after this. I feared he might treat me differently. I knew I could not avoid him for the rest of my life, but I was not ready to face any consequences of what had happened. At 7pm, he left, probably going out with friends to some bar. It was safe to leave my room. I went downstairs to eat something. Dad was watching television when I passed through the living room to go to the kitchen. "Hi Sander, is everything okay? I haven't heard you since I got home this afternoon. You were in your room all day?" I couldn't tell him why I had avoided leaving my room all afternoon, so I told him I had spent the day reading a book. "Sander, are you sure you're alright?" He asked in a concerned voice.I started to worry. Had Tim said anything to him? "Sit down, Sander. I want to talk to you." He added. I sat down next to him. I was nervous as hell. "You know I loved your mom deeply. She'll be forever in my heart." He started.I began to relax. This was not about me; I was not in any kind of trouble and Tim hadn't said anything."No one can replace your mom. But I'm still young. I'm only 41. I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone. Right now, I have you and Tim. But Tim is working, maybe he'll start his own family in a short time, and you'll probably go to the university when you finish high school." He said in a nervous voice. It never occurred to me that Tim would be leaving this house to start a family of his own one day. It was logical for him to do so, but I was not prepared for this. "The reason I'm saying this,' My father continued without noticing the change in my demeanor, "is because I've met someone. It's still in the early stages and I don't know if it'll work out. But I just feel I need to be honest from the beginning to my boys. You two are the most important thing in my life." I was still processing that, one day, I would not be living with Tim anymore. I heard what my father said, and it didn't bother me at all. He had a right to be happy again, but my dad misinterpreted the look on my face. "Sander, I know it's a shock for you. But just give her a chance. She wants to meet you both. But only if you're ready for it," My dad said in an understanding voice. I didn't want him thinking I begrudged him a new love. I knew mom couldn't be replaced, but dad was only 41, he could start a new life. The woman who'd end up with him would be very lucky, because I'll have to admit, my dad is actually a stud. He's very sexy and he doesn't know it himself, which makes him even more attractive. "Okay dad, I want to meet her too." I said as I looked him in the eye. I saw he was both moved and relieved by my answer. "Okay, I'll talk to Tim too. If he feels the same way, I'll invite Martine over." He told me. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and ate it while watching a movie with my dad. After the movie I excused myself and went back to my room. There, I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Dad was right, one day, Tim would start his own life. Probably sooner than I would have thought. He had been working for 3 years already, as a construction worker. He had his own company. He started with his company straight out of high school. It was a surprise that he didn't go to college or the university, because he had excellent grades. He is really intelligent, but he prefers to work with his hands. He was a freelancer. When he gets an order, he hires a temporary crew. Most of them were sexy workmen. I met them when they came over to see Tim. I must have dozed off, because suddenly I woke up as my dad called: "Sander, Tijs is here for you." Tijs? I didn't remember we had plans tonight. "Okay, send him to my room!" I replied. Tijs and I had remained best friends ever since we met. Although it was a close call when I had announced to him that I was in love with him. I had always assumed that he was gay, because of our mutual masturbation. After our elementary school, he went to a technical school. His parents finally accepted that Tijs would never become a lawyer or a doctor. He was much happier now, he studied to become a mechanic, and he was actually pretty good at it. When I was 14, we still masturbated together, but it became less frequent. It also seemed that I always was the one who took the initiative. Tijs had discovered that he had a lot of success with girls. I didn't like it and I tried to ignore the fact that he did things with girls as much as I could ignore it. Finally, I figured out that I just had to tell Tijs that I was in love with him. Then he would declare his love for me, stop with dating girls and we would live happily ever after. One day we were in his room, we were both naked and jerking each other off. He sat straddled over me. I couldn't help but admire this beautiful 16-year-old boy, while I was jerking his cock. He was doing the same to me. But his heart was not in it. He was not completely hard and his touch on my cock was not as passionately as it used to be. At that moment I felt I was losing him. I had to convince him that we belonged together. Suddenly, I straightened up, put my arms around him and kissed him on the lips, while whispering: "I love you, Tijs, I love you so much." Tijs pushed me away, jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom before locking the door. I knocked on the door: "Tijs, what's wrong?" I was still convinced he had to love me too. "Go away!" He shouted angrily. "Tijs, please come out." I pleaded. "No, I'm not a faggot and you should go away! You faggot!" He shouted I started crying. I couldn't say what hurt the most, the rejection or the fact that he called me a faggot. I sank to my knees, while still holding the door handle. "Please Tijs, please, ..." I whimpered. Suddenly the door opened, Tijs stood there, towering over me. I looked up to him, he was no longer naked, he had put on a towel. "Don't hate me, Tijs," I pleaded "Leave!" Was all he replied, with anger in his voice. I tried to touch him, but he swatted my hand away and pushed me back to the ground. He walked over to the bed, took my clothes and threw them in my face. "Get dressed and get out!" He yelled. I got dressed while sobbing. He just sat there looking at me with coldness in his eyes. I was tying my shoelaces when he grabbed me by the arm, pulled me up and forcefully escorted me outside his room, outside his house and I feared, out of his life. After that episode I did not hear from him for several days. I thought I would never hear from him again. Just when I lost all hope, late Wednesday night, I got a text message from him. I was already in bed. "Hi" was all that he did send, but it made my heart soar. I was so glad he no longer ignored me. "Hi" I responded back. I couldn't stop staring at my phone screen. Every second seemed to drag on forever. I could see that he was typing. "Hurry up!" I said impatiently, as if it would make Tijs hit send any faster. Finally, my phone buzzed. "Can I come over now?" I did not know what to do. It was 11.45 pm and I couldn't have visitors at this hour, but I couldn't refuse Tijs proposal. My curiosity won. I texted back: "I'll sneak out the house through the backdoor, meet me behind the shed in the garden." "Okay" Was his short reply. I got dressed in a record time, although I did not need to hurry, it would be at least 15 minutes before he got here. I sneaked downstairs, with my shoes in my hand, so I would not wake anyone up. Once outside, I put on my sneakers. I regretted not bringing a coat, because it was a cold April night. I stood there, behind the shed, nervous as hell. This could go either way. Tijs could come to tell me he loved me too, or he could have come to kick the crap out of me. Both prospects terrified me. Maybe I shouldn't have let him come over after all. While I stood there shivering from the cold and the nervousness, I heard a deep voice behind me. "Sander?" I turned around and I saw the burning tip of his cigarette before I could see him. "Yes?" I said with a slight quiver in my voice. "Are you gay?" He blurted out. I couldn't see his face in the dark. I didn't know if he was angry or not. I just didn't want to hide myself anymore. "Yes," I whispered with a hoarse voice. "I'm not." He said in a decisive tone. Suddenly he stepped forward. I was on guard and stepped back, but I was so close to the shed that I just backed into the wall. I couldn't escape anymore. To my surprise, he took me in his arms. "I'm sorry for my reaction," he cried. I hadn't seen Tijs crying very much. He always was too cool to cry, but now he was sobbing. I put my arms around him, to reassure him we would be okay. We stood there, hugging each other for a few minutes. After a short while, he let go. "I've got to go." He informed me. He just turned around and left. Leaving me alone, dumbfounded. I didn't know what to make of this. Quiet as a mouse, I sneaked back into the house and went upstairs. Just as I entered my room, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Tijs. "You're my brother-from-another-mother. You'll always be my bro." As I was reading, a second message came. "Just give me some time." Followed very quickly with: "Luv ya, bro." I gave him the time he needed. It was awkward in the beginning, but after a while it was just a secret we shared. He teased me sometimes, but he never told anyone. I was brought back to the present when a knock on the door informed me that Tijs was here. "Come in," I answered. I could see from the look on his face something was wrong. I asked what was the matter, while he sat down on my bed. Ineke, his girlfriend for a year, had broken up. I could guess why. You see, Tijs was a lovely guy, but he had a high libido. Sometimes I would joke about the fact he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Unfortunately, he was only into girls, so I was not the beneficiary of his lust. Even though it had seemed that he calmed down once he met Ineke, after a few short months, he was already on the prowl for quickies with other girls. I often covered up for him, when I was his alibi to Ineke. Ineke had found out and dumped him today. I consoled him. "You gays have it easier," He suddenly said. "You guys don't mind so much when your partner fucks around." Unfortunately, I could not relate. Since I was still deep in the closet, I still had not had any boyfriend, or even a one-night stand. To the best of my knowledge, I never even had met another gay guy. We chatted a while, when out of the blue he asked me if I remembered that we used to jerk together. As if I could forget? "Sure, I do remember it." I admitted. "I think of it with found memories. It was fucking hot and I regret it stopped." "I liked it too. Up until now, I never found a girl who could give such hot hand jobs as you." He answered with a shit eating grin on his face. " They are either too fast, or too slow, or squeeze too hard, or not hard enough. But you knew how to do it just right." Was I interpreting it correctly? Was he giving me a hint to get a hand job from me? "Yeah, having a cock makes you know what to do with another cock." I joked. "Okay bro, I'm still not gay, but I'm kind of horny right now." He said while he leaned back to reveal his hard dick pressed against his leg in his tight jeans. "Would you mind giving me a hand?" Would I mind? He didn't have to ask me twice. I stood up and locked the door. I walked back to the bed and grabbed his crotch and started massaging his dick. He reclined and softly started moaning. I opened his jeans and took his cock out. It was several years since I last saw it, but it still looked familiar, only bigger now. It was a huge cock, by the looks of it, it must have been 21 or 22 cm long (8.5 inches). I wanted to lick it, but I didn't want to shock Tijs, so I only wanked it. I undressed him completely. When I started to undress myself, Tijs stopped me. "Please, don't." he begged with an apologetic look in his eyes. I knew what he meant. He wasn't ready to be naked together. I didn't mind just servicing him. It would be a great memory and I could jerk my fucking cock later. I didn't want to do anything that could spoil this moment. I installed myself on the head end of my bed, my back to the wall. I had my knees pulled up and spread apart. I motioned for Tijs to sit between my legs. He sat down, and rested his hands on my knees, his head against my shoulder. I reached for his dick and resumed the wank. Tijs resumed his moaning and rolled his head on my shoulder, while he gently caressed my thighs and legs. It was so erotic. He must have felt my raging hardon poking him in his back, but he didn't say anything about it. I milked him slowly, while he kept leaking pre cum over my hand. I stopped milking him to taste his precum. I had tasted my own, but never that of someone else. It tasted a little saltier than mine. "Don't stop..." Tijs pleaded with his eyes closed. I rubbed the remainder of the precum on his cockhead, which caused him to whimper a little. To my pleasant surprise, he turned his head and suddenly kissed me in the corner of my mouth. Just as he did that, I felt he was coming. Rope after rope of hot cum landed on his chest. I scooped a little up and brought it to my mouth. It tasted great. It was the first cum I've ever tasted apart from my own. Tijs started to wipe the cum with his boxer shorts. "I guess you want to keep it?" He said with a naughty wink. I couldn't believe he remembered it. After all these years, I still had his boxers, and now I could add a second one to my collection. "Can I?" I asked eagerly "Yeah, you can, you've earned it." He laughed. After he was dressed, we talked some more and when he left, he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "It was even better than before, you improved." When I was alone again, I took his boxers in my hand, while I took my dick out of my pants. I pressed his boxers in my face. It smelt like him. I liked all the cum that was beginning to dry up from his underwear. The combination of his boxer on my face, his cum in my mouth and the knowledge that Tijs was outside freeballing pushed me over the edge. I started cumming and shot a big load over my T-shirt. I was so hot that I hadn't taken the time to undress. I just wanted to cum as soon as possible. Afterwards I took a long shower and went to bed. As I lay there, I couldn't help but think that today was a fucking good day. Tim had made me cum, while I had made Tijs cum. Maybe I would have a sex life after all, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.