Loving My Brother?

Loving My Brother?

I can remember the day my Mother and Father brought him home, I was four and didn’t understand why I suddenly had a twin brother.  He was also four, and my parents had adopted him but didn’t tell anyone that, they told them that he was my twin.  I don’t know what his name was before, but they named him Ethan.  My name is Elijah.  I remember the first time I saw him, my Mother was carrying him in the front door and he was fast asleep while using her shoulder as a pillow.  Ethan’s black hair was long, tangled, and messy.  Even at four I thought he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

“Elijah!  Earth to Elijah!”  Ethan was calling me, I spaced out again with my memories.  Today Ethan and I are moving out of our childhood home and into a dorm room.  Because we are twins and in the same grade, the college allowed us to share a dorm.  That was the best thing I could wish for, more time with my brother before we move on with our adult lives.  Ethan walked over to me, I was sitting on my bed holding my last box of things, he ran his hand through my sandy hair and smiled down at me.

“Aren't you excited?  We get to live on our own, finally!”  Ethan asked.

“Of course I am, but I will miss Mom and Dad.”  I answered.

“Well, so will I.  But we get to live alone, no one to pester us.”  Ethan was way more excited than I was, well...than I pretended to be.  Deep down I was ecstatic to live alone with him, you see, I am in love with my brother, and he doesn’t know it. 

“Let’s get out of here.” I smiled at Ethan as I spoke. His face was much more fetching to look at than mine, he had smooth skin, his brown eyes were almost black, and his features were sharp. Me, I wear black rimmed glasses over my hazel eyes, my sandy hair was getting to be too long as it fell into my eyes, I had freckles, and my face was round. My face was so round if you saw just my face you might assume I was pudgy, but really I am a bean pole. I don’t have muscle like Ethan, he plays basketball and runs track and field. I admire everything about my brother, especially his body. I stood up and we headed down the stairs and out the door to our individual cars.

“Well, this is it, not bad.” Ethan announced as he opened the door to our new dorm room. We took only about thirty minutes to bring in all of our belongings to the room from our cars. I started to unpack my bag and Ethan collapsed onto his bed, like a belly flop into a swimming pool. I glanced over at him, his shirt had slid up revealing the small of his back. Just seeing his bare skin made me turn red. I continued to focus on unpacking.

“It’s kind of hot in here, isn’t it?” Ethan asked as he rolled over and sat up. He looked at me for a reply, I simply nodded. Ethan laughed and stripped his shirt off.

“That’s a bit better.” He stood up and walked toward me. Shit…shit…shit…I think I am getting hard at the sight of his bare chest and six pack.

“What’s wrong Eli? You look flush, too much exercise carrying in your stuff?” Ethan reached up and put the back of his right hand on my forehead. I turned around to where I was face to face with him, holding a notebook I had unpacked in front of my bulge.

“I’m fine, just hot.” I replied.

“Want to take a cold shower with me?” Ethan asked, I had to catch my breath a bit, what was he asking?

“What?” I was confused, did he really just ask me to join him in a shower?

“Take a cold shower with me, it’s hot. We paid for a room with a private bathroom, so let’s use it. I already locked our room door.” Ethan let his hand fall from my forehead and gently down my sweat soaked T-shirt to the waistband of my pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I looked at him with confusion, is it possible he knows how I feel and is making fun of me right now?

“What do you think I am doing?” He continued to pull back the elastic waistband of my jogging pants, and I squealed as he reached in and found my hardness. “You are really excited, should I help you take care of it?” His voice had changed and was somehow seductive. My knees grew weak and I felt like I might pass out, was I holding my breath?

“Eli, I know how you feel, do you think I don’t feel your eyes on me? Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you get hard anytime I show skin?” Ethan smiled down at me, he is also almost a foot taller than I.

“But, don’t you think I’m disgusting?…eaahh.” I asked then let out a strange sound as he squeezed my erection.

“No, maybe you have been too busy trying to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that I am the same?” He used his other hand to grab my right hand and guide it to his crotch, which was bulging hugely. He was right, I hadn’t even noticed.

“Let’s go to the shower.” Ethan suggested and started walking toward the bathroom. I followed him, was I dreaming? Ethan started the shower, lukewarm, then he turned his attention to my trembling body.

“Relax…this is what you want isn’t it?” Ethan asked. I nodded my head and finally put down the notebook that had concealed my hard on. Ethan put his long arms around me and pulled me into him, lifting one hand to the back of my head he pulled me into a kiss. Ethan’s soft lips melded into mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth and massaging mine. I let out a small moan as Ethan lifted my shirt off of me. My scrawny body was a toothpick next to his muscular form.

“Take your pants off.” Ethan instructed as he let my body loose of his embrace. I slowly slid my joggers down and off my ankles, he did the same with his tight blue jeans. Ethan’s erect penis bounced as it was released from the confines of his tight jeans. I started breathing harder, in anticipation of the possibility of touching that thing. Ethan walked over to me and I backed against the wall, he leaned over me while supporting himself with one hand on the wall next to my head. He used his other hand to trace my pelvic bone down to my groin. His fingers gently touched my throbbing dick, I slid away by instinct.

“What’s wrong?” Ethan asked.

“It tickles.” I had never had someone touch me other than myself.

“Haven’t you ever done this before?” Ethan laughed.

“No….Have you?” I looked at him like a jealous spouse.

“Of course, we are nineteen already. I had to practice, so I knew the best way to please you.” Ethan again started tickling my shaft, then he ran the tip of his index finger around my tip, tickling it. I let out a moan and my body started shaking with my legs getting weak.

“Let’s get in the shower.” Ethan grabbed my hips and pulled me along with him as he backed into the shower, he closed the sliding glass door behind us.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Like this is a dream.” I slowly slid my hands from his pectoral muscles down to his pelvis, letting my right hand land on his member. This truly was a dream come true. Ethan leaned in for another kiss, our tongues melding into one. I could feel his hands caress my body, his every touch was like electricity. Ethan moved in closer, until our dicks were touching, and he put his hand around us both, jerking us simultaneously.

“Uhh..eehmm.” I moaned loudly.

“Can I put it in you?” Ethan asked in a soft voice. I nodded and started to turn around, putting my hands on the wall of the shower and bending over slightly.

“You haven’t done this before, but you know what to do? You must watch porn.” Ethan laughed and I blushed even more than I had been. I felt Ethan’s hand run down my spine, his fingers slipping into my crack and finding my hole. Ethan slowly inserted his index finger, rolling it around and stretching my hole. He continued this for a few minutes, then inserted a second finger and doing the same.

“You should hurry, or I might cum from your fingers.” I stated, licking my lips in anticipation of having his huge cock inside me.

“You ask, you shall receive.” Ethan pulled his fingers out, then I could feel the tip of his penis sliding in my crack directly for my hole. I raised my butt cheeks trying to make it easier for him to reach. His tip slid in gently and smoothly, then inch by inch I took the rest of him in. My hole burned for a moment, but the rest of my ached in ecstasy. I let out another loud moan, then another, and another.

“Fuck me!” I yelled. Ethan took the hint and went from the gentle pumping to hard pounding. I could hear him moan and grunt, and I could hear myself moan and grunt. His dick inside of me was hitting a special spot, it made me feel as though I needed to piss but couldn’t and for some reason, that feeling made me hotter. I was almost there, keep going, keep going, I whispered to my self. Ethan continued to pound me, my dick bobbing up and down as he pounded. Ethan continued to pound but took one hand off my hip and slid it around the front, massaging my erect penis, circling the tip with his index finger again.

“Ahhh..hhaa…mmammhh!!” I screamed with complete passion as I spilled my sticky white cum all over his hand. Ethan continued to pound, it was so sensitive now that it almost hurt, but I kept it to myself so he could cum too. Ethan started to grunt and slow down, calling out in pleasure,

“Oh God. Oh God!” He splurged in my ass, I could feel his dick throb inside of me, it pulsated, and with each pulse it spilled more cum into my ass.

I slid myself off of Ethan’s dick and stood up, turning to face him.

“Next time, let me see your face while you cum.” I said. Ethan smiled and started kissing me again, rubbing my bare body down with his hands.

We got out of the shower and dressed in silence. I couldn’t help but think, maybe he regrets it.

“Are you okay with what we did? After all, we are brothers.” I said.

“Eli, we aren’t real brothers. Do you think I don’t remember when your parents brought me home? You probably don’t even know, but I was never officially adopted. Your parents took me from my crack whore mother, by her wish. I am not related to you, not even through adoption, so quit worrying.” Ethan’s explanation made me feel so much better, I wasn’t in love with my brother after all.