Warning: This story depicts incest between two brothers.
Disclaimer: Brotherly Love is owned and copyrighted by Witt-Thomas Productions, Warner Bros and Disney
Matt's week of recuperation went by much too fast for his liking. He and Joe had fallen into a comfortable routine. Joe would bring him breakfast after Claire left to take Andy to school. Joe learned quickly not to waste too much time on the preparation of the meal; dry toast and tea left the two plenty of time for making out. Joe would lie on top of the covers and fondle his younger brother beneath the sheets.
Towards the end of the week, Matt was feeling much better and Joe spent at least two mornings bound to his brother's bed frame with neck ties while the younger boy explored Joe's body with his tongue. What made this more frustrating for Joe was the fact that he was left fully clothes except for his shoes and socks. Matt had a thing for seeing Joe's bare feet. Joe would squirm with delight and frustration as he felt Matt's hot breath through his tee shirt, leaving wet spots over his nipples. He'd arch up and beg Matt to go beneath the shirt but to no avail. Matt would look up at him with dreamy hooded eyes and shake his head furiously. Then the assault would begin again. Joe nearly screamed loud enough to be heard over the din of machinery down at the shop when Matt sucked and teased his cock through his heavy denim jeans.
The next day, Joe wised up and wore sweats to breakfast to outsmart his cockteasing brother. Matt had smiled when Joe entered with his tray. He knew what his brother was up to and was glad for the thinner material. He would be able to feel his brother's length through the cloth.
The two hadn't made love since Matt's accident. Deep down both worried if cosmic forces were trying to warn them to end their forbidden affair. Joe worried more. He spent most of his nights lying awake in his room, trying to picture a future with him and Matt together. It scared him that he wanted that so badly. Even though they hadn't been together long, only a few months, Joe wanted Matt in his life permanently. He didn't discuss it with Matt, although he did tell him often how much he loved him. Joe had never gone to college. He saw so many opportunities waiting for Matt after high school. He just couldn't bear to come between Matt and his promising future. More importantly, he didn't think he could survive Matt choosing these things over him.
"How did this happen," Joe muttered, lying across his bed. "How did I end up falling so hard?"
Matt wasn't looking forward to going back to school. For one, he was sort of a loner. Girls liked him and thought he was cute. He had the whole brooding teenager thing working to his advantage. But every minute he spent away from Joe was agony. It was getting to the point that he didn't even hang out with the few friends he did have. As soon as he was finished with his last class, he headed for the school exits and rushed home to spend time in the garage with Joe.
Joe would usually let him file invoices and straighten up the supply room; both duties provided privacy in the back room and an opportunity for stolen kisses. The older boy was even teaching him something about auto repair. But the thing he loved most about Joe was that he was unselfish. He constantly encouraged him to make friends and think about going away to college. Until Joe came along, Matt was looking forward to going away and reinventing himself. Now he couldn't imagine four years without Joe. He often wondered where they would be four years from now. He wasn't naïve enough to think that they could come out as a couple, but he knew that he wanted Joe to still be in his life when he graduated college. He only hoped Joe wanted the same thing.
Matt's first day back to school was grueling. Although Kristen and Silent Jim had kept him up to date on his homework, he still felt lost. He also felt very self-conscious. He felt as if the whole school knew what he was doing with his brother while they were away. He knew that this was impossible and it was guilt getting the best of him, but mixed with the guilt was a guilty pleasure in knowing he had a steady lover while all his classmates went through the motions of dating and breaking up and worrying about junior and senior proms. By the time he finished his last class he did his usual routine of avoiding his friends and headed straight home. He was disappointed to see Joe was missing in action when he arrived. Usually Joe was practically waiting at the garage door for him, pretending to be busy with hosing down tires or some other task that he would normally ask Matt to do.
"Hey Lou, hey Lloyd," Matt said, scanning the room anxiously. He didn't want to ask for Joe even though Lou pretty much knew what was going on between them.
"Hey Matt," Lloyd boomed.
"Is my mom home?"
"No. Andy's class had a trip today. They'll be back late so she went to the school to wait for him," Lou answered.
"Oh. Need any help?"
"Are you crazy, you're mom would kill us if we let you work so soon after your recovery," Lloyd scolded.
Matt rubbed his head absently. "I just thought since Joe isn't here..."
Lou smiled, knowing this is where the teen was headed all along. "Who said Joe isn't here? He started early this morning so he's taking a break. He's upstairs in the kitchen."
"Oh," Matt said again, trying to sound as casual as possible.
He took the stairs two at a time until he was at the door that led from the garage to the kitchen. The smell of garlic and other spices assaulted his nose. The sight of Joe in his customary tight tee shirt and equally tight jeans had effects on other parts of his body. He closed and locked the door and dropped his bag. Joe spun around but before he could speak, his younger brother was all over him, kissing his neck and lips and nipping at his chin. Joe wrapped his arms around the teen knowing it was useless to resist. He turned him and pressed him against the sink all the while maintaining their kiss.
Matt finally broke free and slowly fell to his knees, assaulting Joe's already burgeoning cock through his jeans. Joe wished he was able to wear his sweats all the time. The older man braced his hands on the rim of the sink, allowing Matt more room to maneuver.
"Oh Mattie," he sighed; as he felt nimble fingers unzip his pants and warm breath on his briefs.
Matt was humming with glee as the scent of his older brother mingled with the sweet Italian spices Joe used to cook with. He flicked his tongue across the tip of Joe's covered cock and could almost taste the drops of pre-cum through the fabric. He laughed against the briefs when Joe began to rotate his hips in a circular motion and making a low guttural sound in his throat. Matt looked up and saw that his brother's eyes were tightly shut, his head hung limply down. His other head however, was rock hard and straining against his underwear. Matt freed Joe's organ and sucked it deep within his mouth.
"Jeez Mattie," Joe said through gritted teeth.
Matt took his time, sucking on the sensitive tip like a lollipop before drawing the whole thing back into his mouth again. Matt was torn between releasing his own stiffing sex or giving Joe more pleasure and playing with his balls. Matt decided they both needed to get off. It had been a week since they had any real sexual contact. Matt undid his jeans and stroked himself in time to the pace he was setting on Joe's cock. He knew he had to finish fast because there was no telling when his mom would be home. He was familiar enough with Joe to know what pushed his buttons. Letting himself go for a moment, he snaked a hand up to Joe's heavy sac and rolled it around in his palm.
Joe's mouth fell open slightly and he panted harshly as his brother expertly brought him to the brink of climax and then suddenly it stopped. He felt his brother crawl between his legs and slowly pull himself up behind grabbing Joe's waistband and pulling down his jeans and underwear as he did so. Joe leaned forward even more gripping tight to the rim of the stainless steel sink so hard that his fingertips were throbbing.
Matt was sliding down Joe again, tickling the thin line between the two muscular cheeks with his tongue before coming to his main objective and darting his tongue in and out of the inviting entrance. Joe's knees almost went weak. He had taught Mattie well, he thought. Matt flicked his tongue in and out, bathing the entrance thoroughly with his saliva. Satisfied that the hole was sufficiently slickened, Matt wasted no time rising to his feet and lining up his cock with Joe's anus.
Joe stifled back a moan as his brother's hand sought out and found his dick while managing to slide his own inside of him. Using the leverage of the sink he pushed back to meet his brother's thrusts and slid forward into the vice grip Matt had on his cock. Joe couldn't have wished for more and yet adding to his pleasure was the tiny kisses Matt was placing up and down his back.
When Matt whispered "I love you," against his skin Joe came harder than he could remember babbling the same to Matt until he felt his brother explode inside of him and bathe him with his warm fluid. Matt clung to Joe after still sheaved inside of him. It wasn't until they heard voices on the steps leading from the garage that they scrambled apart. Matt scampered into the bathroom while Joe hurriedly pulled up his pants and used a dishrag to clean up any evidence of their escapade. He stuffed the rag in his pocket and washed his hands before unlocking the door.
Andy came bursting through the door followed by Claire. He scrunched up his nose as he entered the kitchen.
"What's that smell?" He asked.
Joe felt his heart pounding in his stomach. He tried not to look guilty but felt his face flushing.
Claire followed sniffing the air.
"Joe?"
"Yes Claire," he said trying to steady his voice.
"What have I told you about using so much garlic?