Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2018 15:40:15 -0600 From: Michael Smith Subject: True Brothers Love - Chapter 1 Legal stuff: This story, while a work of complete fiction, contains graphic sexual scenes between consenting males both over and under the age of 18. If this material is offensive to you, this is your warning not read this story and stop here. Also, if you are under the age of 18, it is most likely illegal for you to read this story. However, I cannot do anything to make you stop so continue at your own discretion. As stated before, this story is a work of total and complete fiction. Any likeness of these characters to real people, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Again, this story is a work of fiction. The author claims any and all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed without the author's consent. Only websites the author chooses and consents to publicate this work of fiction are allowed to publish it. 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Please, feel free to contact me with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions about this work of fiction at incstwrtr007@gmail.com Here are the images I used for my own reference when writing the characters. Feel free to use them or use your imagination. David: https://hottyoungboyz.tumblr.com/post/171488964073 Joseph: https://hottyoungboyz.tumblr.com/post/171457001638 Preface: It's been 7 years since Mom and Dad died. I was only 8 at the time and my older brother David was 18. He had just turned 18 a month before and suddenly both of our worlds were shattered. His dreams of going off to college on a baseball scholarship were ruined because he now had the responsibility of taking care of his kid brother. I'm sure that's not what every 18 year old guy wants to do with their life but David did a damn good job of raising me. I did the best I could to mind him and do what I was supposed to, of course, with him being the only family I had left, and the only person left to support me, that's what I had to do. I grew up quick and part of me thinks that David feels that might be his fault but it's not and I don't blame him for it one bit. There was a lot of crying at first, but we held on to each other and got each other through it and now Mom and Dad are just a bit of a distant memory to the both of us. We have each other and we're so close that I feel that just us alone could be enough. Maybe that's just my 15 year old hormones talking but I think we could make it alone. Chapter 1 – Home I let out a heavy sigh as I finish the last equation of my Algebra II homework, lazily shutting the book before leaning back in the old wood chair, spreading my legs out and stretching a bit as I sit in the dim dining room. After Mom and Dad died, David decided to keep the house as long as he could, and he even managed to pay it off after their life insurance money came through. That didn't mean we were living in the lap of luxury, I'm still too young to work which means he's our sole source of income. We had the house and he kept the cars, even though Dad's truck is what he chooses to drive, telling me that I can just have Mom's car when I get my license. I slowly pack my textbooks and notebooks back into my backpack, leaving it on the table as I stand up, yawning and stretching a bit as I do. I turn off the light behind me as I pass through the kitchen and into the hallway, turning into our shared bedroom and letting out another yawn as I walk to the dresser and slide open a drawer, pulling out a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of black basketball shorts. I slide the drawer shut and look at the digital clock on the nightstand to my side of our shared bed, it reads 10:30pm. I shrug a bit and walk towards the bathroom, figuring David might just be having to stay late at work. It might be odd to most people at two brothers share a bed at our ages but, when Mom and Dad passed, we slept together for a few nights. I guess we just wanted to be sure that each of us was alright but then a few nights turned into a few weeks and those quickly turned into months. I don't know what it is but, when you're 7 and your brother is the only other person you have in the world after your parents just passed, you don't really feel like staying up all night crying and being alone in your own bedroom. Neither of us ever said anything about me moving back into my room and, since we became as close as brothers can be after their passing, it's just the norm for us now. I cross the hallway into the bathroom and flick on the light, kicking the door shut gently with my foot before placing my clean clothes on the counter and turning on the shower. I turn and look at myself in the mirror as the water heats up behind me, reaching down and pulling my shirt over my head before unbuckling my belt, unbutton and unzipping my pants, and letting them fall to the floor. I wasn't the worst looking teenaged guy out there, but I wasn't really interested in being the best looking either. I run a hand through my shaggy hair and let out another sigh as I look at myself in the mirror, checking my slender body out a bit as I do, feeling the water heating up behind me. I adjust it a bit before taking off my socks and then gently slipping my boxer briefs onto the floor. I step into the shower and let out a soft groan as I feel the hot water splashing and cascading against my hairless body, feeling good to my tired, growing bones and muscles. I pull the curtain behind me and close my eyes before turning and wetting my hair, washing it slowly, enjoying the alone time in the hot shower. I rinse my hair and slide my hands down my body, letting my fingers glide down my smooth skin to my neatly trimmed pubes as I gently grab at my soft dick and give it a few tugs. I open my eyes and look down, watching my hand as I work myself into getting hard, my dick quickly growing to it's full five inches. I'm not big by any means but, at 15, I've still got time to grow some more. I bite my bottom lip as I continue to stroke my cut member before hearing the familiar hum of the garage door opener. I curse under my breath and roll my eyes, knowing that my older brother is now home. I leave my dick alone and go back to showering, quickly washing myself off, careful to get every inch of my body that I can reach before washing my face and rinsing off. I cut off the water and grab a towel off the rack, leaving my hair a little damp as I dry off my body and wrap the towel around my slim waist and step out of the shower, hearing a knock at the door. "It's a bit late for you to be up, isn't it, Joe?" I hear David's deep voice asking from the other side of the door. "Yeah, I just had a lot of homework I had to do." I reply as I wet my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. I wet it again and go about brushing my teeth. "I don't want to hear any complaining in the morning." David warns playfully as I brush my teeth. I brush for a few more seconds before taking the brush from my mouth. "I'll be as bright eyed and bushy tailed as always, dude." I tease back before going back to brushing my teeth, careful to get everywhere in my mouth before brushing my tongue and then rinsing. "Why have you been working so late this week?" I ask as I grab a floss pick and lean over the counter to get a better view as I start to floss. I hear the doorknob turn and look over at it through the mirror as I clean between my teeth. David stood in the doorway, wearing a fake unamused face as crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. "What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as I continue to clean between teeth. "I think you and I both know that's bullshit, little brother." He tells me with a small smirk on his lips. He slowly meanders into the bathroom standing beside me as I continue to floss. "You are the worst morning person I have ever seen." He teases, grabbing my shoulder and giving it a small squeeze before slowly letting his hand drop to his side before shoving both hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. I look him up and down in the mirror, his navy blue mechanics uniform splattered with dirt and oil as he wears the few buttons open, showing a white tank top under the button down tucked into matching navy pants. "And sorry for all the late nights." He says, his voice a little softer now, something that happens only when he feels bad about something. "I know I shouldn't leave you hear alone all the time but I just figured we could use the extra money for a good weekend or something." He shrugs as I finish flossing and toss the pick into the trashcan at the end of the counter. I look at him beside me in and mirror and smile before turning to look up at him. "Well, I am sure that it will be a good weekend then." I reply quietly, offering him a wide smile, just glad that he is home. It's a silly thing to say to be so glad that my brother is home but, when your brother is all you've had for the past 7 years, you get close and it sucks for him to be away for so long. "Just be sure to get home while supper is still hot tomorrow, okay?" A smile breaks across his face and he nods before pulling me into a soft hug, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and resting his chin on top of my head. "Promise." I hear him reply before he leans back and looks at me with another unamused look on his face. "What have I said about leaving your hair wet?" He asks as he runs his dirty hand through my still damp hair, causing me to roll my eyes at the gesture. "That I'll get sick if I sleep with it wet." I repeat, mocking him after hearing him say it so often. "So, if you'll get out of here, I'll dry it some more." I smile as I place my hands on his chest and playfully push him backwards out of the bathroom before shutting the door with my foot. I take my towel from my waist and rub it through my hair again, being sure to get it mostly dry before laying it on the counter. I look at myself in the mirror, checking my naked teen body out a bit before running a hand through my shaggy hair, trying to tame it as best I can before I pull on my pj shirt and basketball shorts. I hang the towel back on the rack and turn off the light before crossing the hall into our room, finding David shirtless as he drops his pants in front of the dresser. "Better?" I ask as I slowly climb onto the bed and crawl over to my side as he turns and faces me, wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxer briefs. "Better." He smiles and nods before tossing his dirty uniform into the hamper in the closet. I slip under the covers into the cool, black sheets of our soft bed as he walks over to me. "Don't wait up for me, alright?" He asks as he leans in and give me a small kiss on my forehead. "No promises." I reply, smirking and sighing a bit, finding a bit of comfort from his lips on my forehead. Was it a little odd that I found comfort from the kiss? Maybe but I didn't really mind it, he was my older brother, the only source of protection and safety I had in the world and I didn't mind putting as much trust in him as I did. I lay back on my pillows as he walks around the bed and out of the room. I hear the bathroom door shut and the shower water turn on before thinking about him naked in the shower for just a split second before forcing the image out of the mind. He was my brother and I shouldn't think of him that way... or should I? We were so close and we were everything we had in the world so maybe that would be logical to think of him that way. Maybe it would be logical for that to be the next step in our relationship as brothers, a real relationship with him. I push the train of thoughts from my mind, chocking it up to teenage hormones, and focus on my day tomorrow as I reach over and turn off the lights, turning on the lamp on David's nightstand, washing the room in soft light. I roll onto my stomach, my back to the door as I close my eyes and slide a hand under my pillow, hearing the soft splashing of water against the bathtub across the hall as I slowly slip into unconsciousness, my last waking thoughts about David.