Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 17:21:08 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta  <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: half-brothers: Chapter 1

This story is about the relationship between a 22 year old man and his 12
year old half-brother. If this is not your thing, or is illegal to read
where u are, please click the exit button. Otherwise enjoy. I will
appreciate your comments, instructions and participation as the journey
progresses. Details at the bottom. This story is based on true events and
is compiled from my diary and from memories of what happened when I met my
older half-brother from whom I had been estranged since birth. Names and
places are changed to protect my identity. The story is told from the
perspective of my older brother. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits
apply.

Characters:

DEAN COLLINS: 22 years old
JAKE LANSDOWN: 12 year old half-brother of Dean

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CHAPTER 1: The Introduction

My name is Dean Collins, I am 22 years old, and until a few weeks ago I had
believed I was 200% straight, I'm still not sure exactly how his happened
or who was the instigator but I have gone through BIG changes and a massive
awakening. Let me start from the beginning. My parents split up when I was
ten years old back in 2001 when my dad came back from spending six months
working in Australia and found my mum was four months pregnant by one of
his so-called friends. He didn't make a scene, he just packed a bag and
left. He moved to south London which is a couple of hours away from the
Felixstowe flat we lived in, so I didn't get to see him often, although he
phoned and texted me regularly.  After about a year however, when my baby
brother was 6 months old, my mum asked me to go and stay with my dad for a
few weeks during the summer holidays to keep me 'entertained', and I had
such a great time with him, I decided to move in with him permanently. A
few months later my dad was offered a massive promotion working at the
Sydney office of his company and we moved to Australia. It was an amazing
place to spend my teenage years, warm, sunny and safe in the gated
community in the suburbs that became my home. I was a popular kid, fit,
good at sports, on the swim-team and pretty muscular too. I grew to 5 foot
11, and sported an impressive tan, and short dark blond hair. I had a lot
of success with the girls too, always dating one or other of the popular
girls in school. I graduated university aged 21 with a degree in business
finance and decided to move back to the UK to work in the city which had
always been my dream. I got a job in Metro Bank with a good starting salary
and good prospects. I moved back into my dads flat which he had been
renting out for the last ten years and as the mortgage was paid off, I
lived there rent free so that I could save to purchase my own house in the
suburbs one day. The flat was OK, although it was in a grotty block in a
council estate, it was nicely decorated inside with a lot of mod-cons, two
large bedrooms and a I bought a massive 72" TV to keep me company.  Not bad
for a 22 year old batchelor hey?

My half-brother Jake was now 12 years old, and I thought it would be the
right thing to do to get to know him so I suggested to my mum that Jake
come and stay with me during the summer holidays. She jumped at the chance
and said she would drive him down that friday afternoon.

Mum was not really the maternal type, she was a self-centred woman who was
more concerned with herself than with her children. She had thrown Jake's
father out back in 2003, and had a string of men coming and going since
then, so it would be a nice change for Jake to have some stability for a
while.

I was expecting him to be nervous, perhaps a bit withdrawn considering all
that he had been through, and because we, although half-brothers, were
complete strangers to each other. I wasn't sure how to 'pitch' our
relationship either. Should I be paternal? Should I be relaxed or strict?
I decided to just play it by ear, but basically to give the kid a break and
spoil him as much as possible.

In typical style she arrived after 11pm and spent no more than 2 minutes
unloading his case, saying 'hi son', taking a quick toilet-break and diving
straight back in the car with a fleeting 'goodbye' hug. Not stopping for a
cuppa, a chat nor even making any plans to pick him up later on in the
holidays.

I shut the door behind her and turned to meet my little brother. He looked
me up and down and said casually 'safe bro'. We shook hands and then I gave
him the tour of the flat. The main living area is open plan with a large 3
piece leather suite facing the TV, a dining table and an area that is my
home-office. The kitchen and bathroom are both all white and chrome and
stylish and his bedroom contains a double bed and a walk-in-wardrobe, it
also has a door leading to a small balcony area which is adjacent to my own
slightly larger balcony area.  I didn't bother showing him my bedroom as I
didn't see the point in that.

I kept the conversation to small-talk for the first evening, as it was so
late when he arrived, he must have been tired, and I wanted him to feel
like he could relax without 1000 questions from a stranger.

He asked if he could take a shower, to which I agreed and while he was
doing that I prepared us some pizza and garlic bread, which I put on trays
so we could flop on the sofa and watch a movie together.

I was in the kitchen when I heard him come out of the bathroom, so I
shouted through to him to 'pick a film from the shelf or flick through the
box-office channels'. He picked out TAKEN and put it in the DVD player and
pressed play and sat in the middle of the 3 seater couch. He was wearing my
white dressing gown which was ridiculously big on him and he had his bare
feet up on my glass coffee table.

I came in to the living area and passed him his tray, put mine down on the
coffee table and returned to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers from the
fridge.  I threw one at him, he caught it, opened it, sipped and then
looked me square in the eyes, smiled and said 'cheers bro'.  He had the
look of surprise that I'd allowed him to have a beer, and I had no idea if
it was his first one but I suspected not.

My presumptions about him being nervous had been totally misplaced, Jake
was the most confident person I'd ever met, not only had he gone into my
room and helped himself to my dressing gown without asking, he didn't even
mention it at all, like it was his own. I was fairly surprised the first
time he got up and went to the fridge and helped himself to another beer,
asking me if I want one too, but I was less surprised at his second visit
to collect his third and last one of the evening lol.

He displayed bravado, feet up on the table with his legs slightly open,
using quite a lot of swear words casually as he spoke, without apologising
when he did. When he had finished his pizza he sat with his right hand
inside the dressing gown, presumably holding his dick as men do. He was
brash but charming, with a massive smile on his face most of the evening
too that would warm anyone to him.

He was pretty short, maybe 5 ft 3, but was a 'mini-me' in many ways,
athletic, dark blond, although he had longer hair than mine that he kept
having to brush it from in front of his eyes with his fingers.

It was approaching 1.30am when Jake announced that he was going to bed, he
stood up, leant over and kissed my forehead with a heartfelt 'thanks bro,
this has been sick', and made for his room.

As he reached the door, I shouted to him "dude, I'll be needing my gown,
we'll go and buy you one tomorrow tho".  He replied "cool", untied the
chord around the waist and marched into my room to hang it on the back of
the door (where he had taken it from earlier). I watched as he exited my
room completely stark naked, but not embarrassed at all and making to
attempt to cover himself.

He announced "there you go bro" and gave me the thumbs up. His body was
lean and athletic, the beginnings of abs and pecs were impressive and there
was not a hair in sight on his torso. His dick was thin and uncut, but
surprisingly long for a boy of his age, with a fine wispy patch of pubic
hair. He grabbed his balls as boys are prone to do and turned to walk into
his room. I couldn't help but stare as his pert bubble butt disappeared
into his room.

"What a kid" I thought to myself, baffled and slightly jealous at his brash
over-confidence.

I took a shower, dried off and put my boxers and dressing gown on and
wondered back to the couch to watch the news.

An hour or so later I dragged myself to my bedroom, hanged my gown on the
door and climbed into bed. While wondering if Jake was sleeping ok, a lot
of questions went through my mind. Just how neglected had he been? Does he
not have any clean underwear and that is why he didn't put any on? Or is he
in bed naked now?  Suddenly I began to feel like the 'nerdy older brother'
whose little brother is way cooler than him, so I took the plunge, slipped
out of my boxers and kicked them out the bottom of the bed, lowered my
duvet to below my waist, took my dick in my hand and began to wank myself
slowly, fantasising about Marsha, a girl who works in my office, but every
now and then the image of Jake stark naked and grabbing his balls shot
through my mind. This intrusion to my fantasy confused me, I had never had
a gay thought or encounter before so I was baffled as to why the image of
Jake's naked body and long flaccid dick was exciting me so much. I tried to
push the image out of my mind, feeling guilty and embarrassed with myself
for having such thoughts about my 12 year old innocent brother. I chastised
myself and told myself that I would never allow such a thought to play on
my mind again. Little did I know, Jake was not innocent at all, I was
totally unaware of and entirely unprepared for what was to unfold during
the coming days. Unbeknown to me, in the next room, Jake was congratulating
himself for his well-executed arrival and opening act, and was secretly
making his own plans to wrap me around his little finger.

I turned over, hugged my pillow and drifted off to sleep.

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If you have enjoyed the opening chapter of this story, please email me at
marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk and if there is enough response, chapter two
will follow shortly.

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