Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2004 21:28:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeremy Benner <jeremy0579@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Brother's Affiliation- Chapter 15-16

TEASER: "I looked over at Ian. I guess he didn't see how this whole thing
was nuts. Maybe he didn't realize we were picking out the outfit our mother
would be slowly slipping out of while our father licked his lips and waited
for her to mount him. Ugh. Jesus."

This part of the story includes: no sex

___________________________________________

I didn't remember getting out of bed, getting dressed, or driving to
school, but I must have done all of those things because I found myself
walking down the halls of my high school trying to keep from crashing into
people as I made my way to my first period. As I walked, several people
shouted their hellos to me but I was like a zombie. I couldn't concentrate
on anyone or anything except walking to my class. I felt fucked up.

When I reached my class, I sat down and rested my head on my desk. The
teacher wasn't in yet, so everyone was being loud and obnoxious. I just
wanted to sleep.

"Benner!" I heard someone shouting from beside me.

When I didn't look up, whoever was bothering me began shaking my shoulder
furiously.

"What the fuck," I murmured and slowly sat up

"You look like shit, dude. What's the matter?"

"I didn't get any sleep," I replied and laid my head back down on my desk

"Well coach is pretty pissed you missed practice today. If I were you I'd-"

"What? Missed practice?" I asked, shooting up right

"Yeah. We had at 6:30 practice..."

"Bullshit," I said firmly, showing through my tone that it was no time to
fuck with me.

"Naw dude. He told us all week that we'd have an early practice today."

I just stared at Eric, my teammate, and half-heartedly waited for him to
say he was just fucking around. Coach has been on us hard about this game
against Brookeside tomorrow. They were state champions last year, but then
again we were state champions the year before that and we fucking sucked
ass last year. I'm not too worried about Brookeside. Our team is solid this
year. We haven't lost a game yet.

"So... you better talk to him, man."

Before I could respond, Ms. House came in and prompted everyone to pass
their homework forward.

"Damnit!" I shouted and a few girls behind me laughed at my misfortune.

Our teacher randomly collects the homework. I did the bookwork everyday
this week and she didn't collect it once, and the day I don't do my
homework she fucking wants it. Why did I even come to school today?

My next period wasn't any better. Yesterday I convinced myself I knew
everything about The Vietnam War, and I didn't need to study for the quiz,
but my teacher decided to ask specific questions rather than have the quiz
in essay form like he usually does. Questions like, "What was the Bear
Chain Mission?" and, "What battle marked the first military engagement
between US and North Vietnamese ground forces?"

By fifth period, I was having such a horrible day that I just made up my
mind that I wouldn't talk to my coach and apologize for not showing up for
practice, but I ran into him in the hall so I was forced to. Beautiful.

"Coach, I'm so sorry I missed practice. I won't even bore you with the
details of why I didn't show up. Just know that it'll never happen again,"
I said earnestly

"I sincerely hope not. This team needs you to be a committed player,
Benner. It was just practice so no harm done. You'll be at the game
tomorrow no doubt?"

"Of course."

He grabbed my shoulder and gave me a rough massage before progressing down
the hall. I sighed and leisurely walked to my next period.

Lunch was a relief although I was too sleepy to eat or say much or do much,
so my buddies just fucked with me the whole time.

"Brian, shit, are you sure you're alright? You really look terrible," my
buddy Mike exclaimed

"Don't worry about Benner. He just got some really good pussy last
night. He's exhausted," John said

The table laughed and I couldn't help but smile as I thought to myself,
"More like some good dick."

"Or maybe he got some bad pussy and he's traumatized. Maybe he got
something a little like what Owen over here had last weekend!"

"Shut the fuck up, David, I'm trying to eat here!"

"You get a little ass last night, Brian?" John pressed on, hovering over
the table and staring at me

I just laughed awkwardly and shoved a fry in my mouth.

"That would be a yes, I'd say."

"I thought you and Megan broke up the other day?"

"We did," I said, avoiding eye contact with all the guys staring at me

"Oh so it's a new chick? Who the fuck is she?"

"You guys wouldn't know her."

"Well, she sure has you fucked up!"

"I say she had a sloppy pussy, so Benner's worried about STD's. You throw a
rubber over yourself, Benner?" My buddy Luke shouted to me.

When I didn't respond immediately John shouted, "Genital Herpes is a bitch
man!"

The table roared with laughter.

"Funny guys. Funny. Well, John, I guess I can't count on you to suck my
cock again after school, huh?"

John laughed and shot back, "Not after that bitch gave you diseases."

I flicked him off and he smiled. After that, the attention was turned from
me, thankfully. I didn't have energy or even enough interest to play into
their games. If they only knew what really happened last night. If I told
my buddies what happened, I'm sure half of them would secretly jerk off to
the thought of Ian and I fucking and all of them would turn against me and
call me queer. I found the thought amusing.



After lunch, time seemed to fly, and it wasn't long before I was walking up
the steps to my house and letting myself in. I couldn't wait to kiss Ian
and charm him into taking a nap with me. As I walked through the door, my
mom said, "Ugh, God, thank goodness you're here!"

"Why are you home?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Help me clean this place up," she said, organizing magazines on the coffee
table.

"What's going on?"

"Mom is cooking dad a romantic dinner," Ian said, emerging from the kitchen
then disappearing again.

"Yes, and you two are going out. Just a soooon as we clean up this place."

"A romantic dinner? Well, I guess the hotel went over well," I joked

"Grab the sweeper and sweep in here," Mom ordered as she picked up large
objects from the carpet

"Mom, it's 3:30... can't I relax first? Dad won't be home for hours. We can
clean-"

"He'll be home at five. Sweep for me, dear. Please, I can't argue with
you."

Oh wow, she was even being nice. He must have fucked her good.

I dropped my backpack by the door and grabbed the sweeper from the hall
closet.

"So where are we going?" I asked as I plugged in the Hoover.

"Anywhere you like. You're father and I just need our space."

"When can we come back?"

"I got you guys a hotel room."

"You got us a HOTEL ROOM?!" I exclaimed and laughed

"Ian you can put the turkey in the oven now!" Mom shouted to him

"You know mom, this is a real inconvenience. This isn't normal, you
know. You don't just send your kids to a hotel when you want the house to
yourself. You tell them in advance and... I don't know... have them sleep
over at a friend's house or something."

"Well, I asked Jeremy if you guys could sleep over at his place, but he
says it's a bad time."

"Of course it's a bad time. It's late notice mom!"

"Sweep, Brian. Please just sweep. Ian did you put the turkey in?!"

"Yes!"

I shook my head and turned on the sweeper and began sweeping. Did your
mother ever send you to a hotel when she wanted the house to herself? No?
How strange. Sending Ian and I to a hotel seemed perfectly logical to my
mother. Perfectly logical.

__________________________


 I yawned and ran my fingers through my hair as my mother threw dresses on
her bed.

"Ok, these are the ones he likes," she said, turning towards the bed and
looking at the dresses

Ian and I looked at her, waiting for our instructions.

"Which one should I wear tonight?"

"Uhh, which one do you want to wear?" I asked dully

"Well... damn I don't have time to try each one of them on. Which color is
the best?"

"The red," Ian said.

Mom picked the red dress up and put it to her body. Ian nodded

"Brian?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"What about the blue one? Isn't that sexy? You know with the back showing?"
she said, grabbing the blue dress

"The blue is good too," Ian nodded

"Which is better?"

"Which do you like, mom?"

"Well, I just think the blue one is so much sexier. I'm going for sexy."

I dropped my head.

"If you like the blue, wear the blue."

"But you both like the red one?"

"The red one is more sophisticated. It's sheek. I think it would look great
on you."

I looked over at Ian. I guess he didn't see how this whole thing was
nuts. Maybe he didn't realize we were picking out the outfit our mother
would be slowly slipping out of while our father licked his lips and waited
for her to mount him. Ugh. Jesus.

"Maybe you're right. I always look good in red," she said, and threw the
blue dress back on her bed

"So it's settled? Red then?" I asked, trying to get this over with.

"Yup. You agree right, Brian? You like this one too?"

I nodded

Mom smiled and said, "Ok, well I'll get dressed then."

Ian and I left the room and I sighed.

"She's acting like this is her prom night," Ian said as we walked
downstairs.

"I know. It's sad."

"It's sweet."

"It'd be sweet if dad wasn't cheating on her," I said simply

"You don't know that for sure."

I thought about saying, "Too bad I do know that for sure." but I knew that
I couldn't tell Ian what I knew about dad and his receptionist. Ian thinks
our dad is a scumbag just as I do, but it would tear him apart if his
feelings about him were confirmed.

"You won't be complaining so much when we're at the hotel."

I smiled, "Maybe you're right."

Ian and I sat down on the couch and waited for our mother to come down the
stairs and tell us we could leave.

"So where do you want to go?" Ian asked, looking over at me

"I think I just want to go straight to the hotel."

"Slut."

I laughed, "No, I'm not talking about sex. I'm dead tired. I got like two
hours of sleep last night. I just want to lay down."

"Oh. Ok."

"I didn't catch up on my sleep like you did. I went to school like a good
boy."

Ian snorted in response and I smiled. We were quiet for a while, just
staring off at nothing then Ian said, "So Jason and I are over."

I looked over at him as he spoke.

"He called today and said he wasn't gay and then he went on to apologize
and tell me we couldn't mess around anymore. I thought it was funny because
he was acting like I would fall apart or something. I just let him ramble
on about how he met this girl and realized he wasn't as attracted to guys
as he thought. So, that was cool. I didn't have to be the one to end it."

"Yeah, you've done enough breaking up for one week," I said

"We both have."

After he said this, we both kind of stared at each other for awhile and I
could sense that he was thinking what I was thinking which was that a lot
had happened that week. We have done a lot with each other and said a lot
to each other in such a short period of time. And none of it could be
erased.

Ian smiled sheepishly at me and as he awkwardly tore himself from our gaze,
I slowly slid over to him and put my hand on his thigh to reassure him that
I wasn't freaking out. I really wasn't. If I were freaking out, my buddies
would have upset me at lunch with all their jokes about me having sex with
some chick because in actuality I wasn't even thinking about girls let
alone fucking them.

My brother turned and looked at me, and when our eyes met again I wanted to
lean forward and kiss him, but I remembered what he had said to me a few
nights before. He had told me the he didn't want to mess around when mom or
dad was in the house, so I just grinned at him and rubbed his leg, ignoring
my urge to feel his lips.

"Okay boys, I'm coming down!" Mom shouted from upstairs.

I lifted my hand from Ian's knee and dropped to my side before shuffling to
the other end of the couch.

"I liked the blue more. The red dress was boring."

"You look great," Ian said nodding

Mom fluffed her hair as she said, "Makeup, hair and everything? Is it too
much?"

"No! You're gorgeous. Dad will love it."

I groaned. Fuck dad.

"What? You don't like it, Brian? Why? What? Is it my hair? It's too big?"

"No mom, you look great. I just was clearing my throat," I lied.

Sometimes I hate my mother for being selfish and so sensitive and
difficult, but most of the time I can see what a good person she is. She
just wants to be loved. Unfortunately, like my father, she doesn't know how
to love others.

"So you like it?"

I laughed, "Yes mom. You're stunning."

She smiled and straightened the front of her dress before saying, "Ok you
two. Thank you for helping me tonight. I think I can take everything from
here."

Ian and I nodded and stood up from the couch.

"Be careful, wherever you go. Don't take any girls to the hotel. I'm only
41, I don't need grandchildren!"

"Don't worry mom. There will be none of that," I said and walked with Ian
to the front door.

"Drive safely!" she shouted to us as we opened the door to leave,
"And... don't call unless it's a real emergency."

"Believe me, we won't," Ian snickered and walked out the door after me. As
I drove, we debated on whether or not to go straight to the hotel or go
somewhere and hang out for a while. After repeatedly telling my brother
that I just didn't have the energy to go out, he finally gave in and I for
once I got my way.

"She got us a room with one bed," Ian laughed, examining the large bed as
we entered the room

"Maybe she knows we're fucking," I joked, lying back on the bed

"Maybe she encourages it."

"Hah, that would be interesting."

"No, it'd be interesting if she wanted to join in," Ian smiled, lying down
on the bed with me, propping his head up on my chest

"No, that would be sick," I laughed

Ian continued to smile and look gorgeous as always. I gazed down at him and
brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled back at him.

"So... what do you want to do?"

"Sleep," I responded honestly

"Sleep?" he whined

"Yeah! You kept me up last night!"

"Oh I did? Just me? You had nothing to do with it at all?"

"Hell no. If it were up to me we wouldn't have had sex last night."

"Oh right. Then, I must have just imagined that you were growling and
groaning last night."

"Yeah, you must have," I smirked, continuing to smooth his soft hair back
with the tips of my fingers

"You really just want to sleep? It's only five..."

"Alright alright, we can have sex."

Ian laughed and rolled away from me.

"But you're going to have to ride me because I have absolutely no energy!"

"Oh fuck you. I wasn't talking about sex."

I lifted my eyebrow at him.

"I was talking about, like... talking or watching a movie or swimming or-"

"You're such a chick," I laughed

"Whatever. Sleep. I'm sick of you anyway," he said and crawled off the bed

"Why are you always walking away from me?" I laughed

Ian ignored me and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Are you really mad? I was fucking around!" I shouted to him

When there was no response, I sighed and relaxed back against the bed,
kicking my shoes off of my feet. Why is it everyone I know if so sensitive?
Oh, well, I'm one to talk. I've been coming close to tears just about every
fucking day this week. I rolled onto my stomach and moaned into the pillow,
happy to finally be in bed relaxing. It took me no time to drift off to
sleep.



Chapter 16

TEASER: "If I were horny and anxious to feel every inch of his body, as I
usually am, I would have been more eager to seek out his tongue. But I
enjoyed the soft kisses; I wasn't in a rush for anything more."

This part of the story Includes: no sex

_______________________________________

When I woke up, I lifted my head and looked over at Ian who was lying
beside me looking straight ahead at the television set. I glanced over my
shoulder at the TV momentarily before looking back at my brother and
asking, "What time is it?"

"Seven something," Ian whispered

"What are you watching?"

"The Ring." He whispered again, watching the screen intently

I looked over my shoulder at the TV again then turned my attention back to
my brother. I wasn't a fan of scary movies. They piss me off actually. The
thriller music and screeching violins when someone turns a corner just
isn't for me. "The Sixth Sense" scared the shit out of me. For like a week
I had the recurrent thought that it was possible I could see dead people
and just didn't know it because they didn't know they were dead. That is
horribly messed up! I didn't know what "The Ring" was about, but I had a
good feeling I didn't want to watch it.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, sitting up, facing away from the television.

"No."

"I'm hungry. If I order a pizza will you eat it?"

Ian didn't respond he just stared straight forward at the TV. I patiently
waited for him to look at me and answer my question, but he didn't so I
said, "Ian..."

"Yeah?" he said, glancing over at me then quickly darting his eyes back to
the screen.

"Can we turn this off?"

"No! I need to know what the fuck is going on with this movie! Have you
ever seen this?"

"No."

"It's trippy. A fucking video kills people when they watch it."

"Sounds great... I'm ordering a pizza, what do you want?"

"Cheese," he replied simply, looking past me

"I hate just cheese."

"Ok, then whatever."

I grabbed the receiver off of the hotel phone and dialed Papa Johns. As the
phone was ringing, I asked Ian, "You're not mad at me right?" I couldn't
tell if he was really just watching the movie or using it as a reason to
not acknowledge me.

"No," he said making a face to show that it was absurd that I thought he
was

I nodded then quickly cut the guy off on the other line, "No thanks, I
don't want to hear the specials. Can I just have a large pepperoni pizza?"

"Holy SHIT!" Ian exclaimed, slumping down on the bed and covering part of
his eyes.

"The Marriott hotel on 119th. Room 11."

"Fucking insane! Brian look at this!"

"No thanks. Just the pizza... how much? Uhh, hold on a second... Ian do you
want bread sticks?"

Of course he didn't respond so I said, "No thanks. I just want the
pepperoni pizza... okay... thank you."

I hung up the phone and stared at my brother for a long while before saying
again, "Ian, can we turn this off?"

"Right now?"

I laughed, "Yeah. Now would be good."

"Brian, this is trippy. You need to watch this with me."

"I don't do scary movies. Lets turn it off," I said, moving to my brother
who was now sitting up right on the bed with his back to the headboard. I
put my hand on his side and kissed at his cheek.

"How can I turn off a movie when I'm in the middle of it?" he asked as I
kissed his face.

My only response was to kiss down his cheek to his neck while I ran my hand
slowly up under his shirt.

"Brian... will you just watch this with me," Ian pleaded

"No," I responded simply, running the tip of my tongue over his soft skin.

"I don't feel like having sex."

"Me neither."

I leaned more into my brother, pressing my body against his side as I bit
and sucked at his neck. Ian was quiet as I kissed him; I could hear the
movie blasting behind me for awhile then a few moments later it was silent
and Ian was tangling his fingers in my hair. When I sensed him relaxing and
surrendering to me, I moved from his neck and rested back against the wall,
removing my hand from his shirt.

"What's wrong?" he asked, confused

"Nothing," I responded, grinning. Nothing was wrong.

Ian scooted over, filling the small gap between us that I had
unintentionally created. Our shoulders touched and Ian tilted his head back
against the wall then looked over at me and grinned a little. When a girl
does shit like that, I feel like puking and dashing away. "Ugh, she wants
to get mushy. Damn chicks and their fucking emotional tendencies," I think
to myself as she grins over at me and silence fills the room. I feel
obligated to lean over and kiss her tenderly or something. Or stroke her
hair or flash her the same dreamy smile back. It's sickening. We're alone,
lets fuck. That's how I feel on the matter. But of course, needless to say,
it's different with Ian. I was not the least bit uncomfortable
or... sickened. He's cute. Genuine. His mannerisms mesmerize me.

"Last night was good," he said gently

"Mmm," I agreed

"Thank God I made you realize it doesn't make you gay to share your body
with another guy. Otherwise you wouldn't have experienced it."

"Yeah, I was being stupid last night."

"So you don't feel any more or less gay than you did before last night?"
Ian asked, chuckling a little

"No, I wouldn't say I feel more or less gay, but I am still confused about
my sexuality."

"Yeah?"

I grinned

"You seem pretty relaxed for someone confused about their sexuality."

"I'm not too upset about it. Just confused."

Ian's eyes stayed focused on mine. He looked at me with a patient
expression as if to say, "Go on." so I went on to say, "I'd be more upset
if I was scared of what was happening between us. Or if I was so worried
about being gay that I didn't want to continue being with you like
this. But I'm not. I'm comfortable with you. Content. But I'm still
confused. I mean... you chase after pussy since you were twelve then all of
a sudden a guy is the only person that you really want to be with
physically. That's a drastic change, you know?"

Ian smiled and I felt myself blushing.

Instead of being sentimental like I was or thanking me for being so sweet,
Ian simply said, "You've been chasing after pussy since you were twelve?"

I laughed, "Yeah."

"Did you catch it at twelve?"

"Nah. I caught my first pussy at fourteen. Laura Strider."

"I don't know her."

"She was hot. Sixteen years old. I thought she had huge boobs but it turned
out she was wearing this insane padded bra. She was pretty flat. But still
very hot," I said, my eyes drifting from my brothers' face to stare off
into space and recall my sexual experience with Laura.

When I slowly dragged my eyes back to Ian, he was grinning and looking
gorgeous as usual.

"It seems like we've been doing this longer than just a few days," he said
to me

"Yeah, you said that the other day."

"Doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I guess because we're brothers and we've lived together our whole lives."

"Maybe," I responded simply.

"I just think it's funny. We both agree that there is this connection
between us and we're both acting on it. I wonder if all brothers have this
sexual, passionate connection that we have and just don't act on it."

"If that were true... the world would be one big gay, incest orgy. Because
sometime in their life those brothers would catch on to the connection and
end up where we are right now."

"Yeah, I agree. I was trying to make what we're doing seem more worldly and
less... illegal."

I laughed and said, "Nah, I think a lot of brothers mess around with each
other. Just experiment you know? But that's as far as they go, I think. I
doubt they're like us."

"Like us as in kissing and having sex."

"No. Like us as in telling each other they love one another and breaking up
with their girlfriends."

"Yeah, I bet that's rare," Ian said, smiling

"Maybe just a little," I responded sarcastically

As Ian's smile faded, he got a serious, focused look in his eye, and I
thought he was going to say something grave to ruin the light mood, but he
didn't say anything at all. He simply turned his body slightly and moved in
to kiss me. I lifted my head off of the wall and leaned forward to join our
lips together. My hand instinctively went to my brother's neck when I felt
his lips pressing against mine. He kissed me slowly, pulling at my lips
with his own and kind of pecking them playfully. I kissed Ian back in the
same way. If I were horny and anxious to feel every inch of his body, as I
usually am, I would have been more eager to seek out his tongue. But I
enjoyed the soft kisses; I wasn't in a rush for anything more.

As we kissed, I scooted my body down the bed so that my back was no longer
against the wall and it was now resting flat against the firm mattress. Ian
moved with me, laying the side of his body on top of mine. Strands of Ian's
thick hair fell forward onto my face as we kissed. I smoothed the strands
back with my left hand, cupping the side of my brother's face.

"You smell good," I whispered against his lips. And he did. He smelled like
a very light cologne that is barely strong enough to smell when you pass
by. I don't think I can even describe it. It was so faint.

"I thought you hated cologne?" I asked

"I do..."

"But you're wearing it?"

"It's lotion... Stop talking," he said gently pulling his lips from mine to
look at me. Then he smiled and said, "Let me kiss you."

And before I had a chance to say something like, "I'm usually the one
trying to get YOU to stop talking." as he knew I would, he covered my lips
with his again and offered me his tongue this time. I opened my mouth and
stroked the wet muscle with my own, licking at Ian's tongue slowly while
our lips lightly touched. It was a simple kiss. Very gentle and
slow. Mostly just the tips of our tongues rubbing against one another
outside of our hungry mouths.

I felt myself getting hard as Ian repeatedly took my tongue between his
lips, sucking it delicately then sliding it from his mouth and swirling his
tongue against it. I let him tease me like that for awhile before it got to
be too much and I needed his tongue in my mouth. I gripped his hair in my
hand and pressed his head down, forcing his mouth to smash against mine. He
moaned and hurriedly pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I hungrily
fondled it with my own smooth tongue. And as our kiss grew deeper and more
urgent, Ian moved his body so that he was lying on top of me. I spread my
legs under my brother and pulled him closer to me, kissing him vigorously
as my cock continued to grow in my shorts.

What started out as a sweet, sensual kiss had drastically turned into a
horny, enthusiastic make out session. The kind you see in movies where some
guy and girl are grabbing at each other like animals and basically having
sex with their mouths and you sit there and think, "Jesus, calm
down. You're going to kill each other."

Ian's lips left mine and he buried his head in my neck and began licking
and kissing at my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his tongue for a few
split seconds before I had to take his head in my hands and bring his lips
back to mine. That's what I wanted. I wanted his tongue caressing mine.

Ian and I kissed hard and passionately for a long while, moaning and
grabbing at each other. For a short time as I kissed my brother I thought
that that was all I wanted to do. Just make out. But as I got hornier and
harder and the sexual energy between us began to skyrocket, I realized that
I needed Ian's body. I didn't care if he wanted to spread my legs and fuck
me, in fact that's what I felt like I desperately needed, and I didn't care
if he wanted me to fuck him. I just knew that I couldn't go on just kissing
him for hours on end. I was way to horny. I wanted more.

I moved my hands between my brother and I and felt around for the button to
his shorts. When I found it, I anxiously freed the button then pulled the
zipper down, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxer
shorts. Ian raised off of me, breaking our kiss. I looked up at him and
grinned as I slid my hand into his open shorts and squeezed his manhood.

"I thought you didn't want to have sex?" he said to me, smiling from ear to
ear

"Well, that was before you got me hard."

"I see."

"You're pretty hard yourself..."

Ian looked down momentarily to watch me massage his cock then looked back
up at me and grinned.

"I want to make love to you again," he said quietly, gazing into my eyes.

"Okay."

"You're not going to put up a fight with me this time?"

"No."

"Why?" he pressed, smiling at me knowingly

"What do you mean why?" I laughed

"I mean, why aren't you putting up a fight with me?"

"Because... I WANT you to make love to me again," I said honestly.

Ian stared at me, his smile still frozen on his handsome face. His eyes
were pleading with me to go on.

"I loved it last night. I want you inside of me again."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! You're all surprised," I laughed

"Nah, I just wanted you to say it. I wanted to actually hear you say that
you loved it."

"Ohhhh, Ian you're cock felt so fucking amazing up my ass last night. I
want you to fuck me like that again!" I moaned, dramatizing my words like I
was some bimbo porn star.

My brother laughed so I continued.

"Fuck me hard, stud. Make me scream for your cock."

"Stop. You sound ridiculous."

"This isn't turning you on?" I asked, laughing with him, "Don't you want to
cum when I talk in this voice?"

Ian opened his mouth to speak but his words were halted by someone knocking
on the door. At first I had no fucking idea who that could have been and
for a split second it was worried it was mom, but then I remembered I had
ordered a pizza.

Ian crawled off of me and started buttoning his shorts, and I got up off of
the bed and walked to the door.

"Hi, pepperoni pizza?" the guy at the door asked, glancing over at the
pizza he was holding up in his left hand

"Yeah. How much was it again?"

"Eleven-thirteen."

I nodded and reached into my back pocket for my wallet. I gave the guy the
fifteen dollars and thanked him then joined Ian on the bed with the pizza.

"Hungry?" I asked, opening the box

"No. I'm HOR-ny," he responded

I smiled at him and leaned forward, placing my hand on the back of his neck
to draw him to me. When our lips touched, we kissed sweetly, nibbling and
licking at one another's lips. After a short time of kissing effortlessly,
I felt myself being sucked in by my brother's lips and tongue and I almost
tossed the pizza to the floor and crawled on top of Ian, but I managed to
pull away

"Well, I'm starving," I said, turning my attention back to the pizza

Ian laid back against the bed and watched me shove a slice of what was
honestly grease and bread into my mouth.

"You're sexy," he joked

"I know," I said through the huge mouthfuls of food crammed between my
cheeks.

He smiled at me, putting his hands behind his head, and patiently waited
for me to finish eating so that we could make love. Unfortunately, I ate
too much and felt sick so that never happened. But after about an hour of
feeling like I was going to puke, my stomach calmed down and Ian and I just
laid together, talking and rubbing and kissing a little before we both fell
asleep.

The last thing I said to him that night was, "You make me a better person."

And he responded in a sleepy, worn-out tone, "Now who's the sap?"

I smiled and clutched him tighter to me, then a few seconds later Ian was
fast asleep in my arms. I remember thinking, "I hope he knows I'm serious."
before closing my own eyes and falling fast asleep.

To Be Continued...