Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 10:02:04 -0800 (PST) From: Stone Cold Heart <stonexcoldxheart@yahoo.com> Subject: Wanting Brother - Chapter 3 WARNING: This story involves homosexual, and homoerotic, situations. If you are offended by this material, or it is illegal to view such material in your area, do not continue. Thank you. ALL material is Copyright Damion Michaels. Comments, suggestions, and concerns may be emailed to: stonexcoldxheart@yahoo.com WANTING BROTHER - CHAPTER 3 Ian and I share a bathroom. It's not as big as most rooms in the house, but it's bigger than the bathrooms downstairs combined (my dad and mom each have their own bathroom.) On the far wall, the one facing the door, there is a huge window. It's half as long as the walk, and almost as high. Even with a thick curtain, the whole room is lit by sunlight - except for right now, at night time. The right wall is where our counter, two sinks, and toilets are. We had both a normal toilet and a urinal installed. Other than that, the entire wall is covered by mirror. The last wall is set back at least ten feet. If you were to curtain the opening off, it'd be like another room, only, it's our shower. Only thing is, there is no curtain, no wall, no glass - no nothing. I like three things about the shower: one, the water comes straight out of the ceiling, not the wall. So it's like you're bathing in the rain. Two, it's huge and open, like another room. Three, you can see yourself in the mirrored wall across the bathroom. Hot. I finally make it up the stairs and I hear the shower already running. Ian is shaving over the sink when I enter. "Hi," I say timidly. He rinses his face and shaver clean before speaking. "Hi - ready to wash off? I thought we'd just take one at the same time. Save on water." I swallow, hard. "Yep." I turn away from him while he shuts the bathroom door. I hear him lock it as I pull my shirt off, my back towards him. I hear him repeat my actions. I peel my socks off and throw them onto the counter along with my shirt. I hear him repeat my actions. I swallow hard again, hesitating as I slowly pull my shorts off. I kick them aside. I hear him repeat my actions. I pause for a while. What the hell am I doing? I'm stripping right in front of my brother. I'm about to shower with him. I pull my boxers off before I change my mind. I hear him repeat my actions. I'll admit it: I've got a raging hard-on, knowing that my own naked brother is looking at my bare ass. I find it to be erotic. I turn around and we look into each others eyes. We're both nervous, so neither of us look down between each others legs. I will myself not to, and I can see it in his eyes that he is willing himself just as hard. We both hesitate and then step into the shower, under the warm water. He looks so hot, with all the water droplets clinging to all the right places on his body. I turn away from him and begin washing my chest. I still have a hard-on. "Hand me the soap." I swallow and turn to face him. He glances down between my legs. Now, I'd consider myself equipped for my age. My penis is 7'', cut, and not too skinny, yet not too fat. Perfect hand size, if you know what I mean. I really hate body hair, so I trim my pubes short. I shaved them off completely one night and life was hell, especially in running shorts. I hand a bar of soap to him. "T-thanks," he stutters. "Yeah." I blush slightly. Ian smiles and runs the soap up and down his chest. I watch him the whole time. He runs the bar of soap in his hairy armpits. I watch him the whole time. It turns me on, watching him, knowing he knows I'm watching. We both soap ourselves slowly. The silence in the room could be cut by a knife. "So, when are you going to get a girlfriend?" he asks me, lathering under his arms. "Hah. That's none of your business." "I'm just asking. So there's no one you like?" "No, well, there is someone." "Is she hot?" "Yes." I make no effort to correct his pronoun. "Do-able?" he chortles. "Yes." "Mom wants you to find someone, Brent. Anyone." "Even if it's someone she wouldn't approve of? Someone that'd make her cry if I told her about?" It, if possible, got even quieter. Ian rinses under his arms and begins lathering up his abs. "Mom loves you...no matter what." "Yeah - I guess." The silence in the room is a bit awkward. The only sound is of running water and hands moving over tanned skin. As luck would have it, Ian begins to soap his hair. As luck would ALSO have it, he does this with his eyes closed. I use this time to my advantage. I begin eating up my brother with my eyes: Ian, estimating and comparing to myself, is blessed with about 9'' of dick. As of the moment, it's around 5'' soft (Damn, right?). He's cut, like me, but he has more veins along his shaft. He's evidently not as picky as I, for his pole is surrounded with a generous amount of thick, black hair. My cock was rock-hard by the time I noticed Ian staring at me. Shit, I think to myself. He's going to kill me. I swallow and stare up at him. He smiles. "You've grown up since the last time we showered." I stare at him. Did he just say that? "Er..." I manage to blurt out. "Thanks?" "Heck, don't be shy. You should be proud of it. It's impressive." I blush feverishly. If possible, I get even harder. Every jolt of energy and ounce of blood in my body is going between my legs. "You, too," I manage to say. My throat is utterly dry now. Ian steps a bit closer, squeezing between his legs. "You can tell that you've been working out. Getting muscles." It takes a moment for me to register what's happening: Ian is trailing his finger up and down my stomach. It's like fire beneath his touch. "What are you..." "It's okay, Brent," he says, trailing his hand up to my chest as he steps closer. "Ian -" I'm cut off before I can continue. He leans into me, his lips brushing softly against mine. My eyes automatically close as he runs his tongue over my bottom lip. He nibbles slowly, and I feel his hard-on poke my leg. Regretfully, I push him away. "Stop," I stutter. "What are you doing?" Taken aback, he says, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have - I just thought..." "What? You thought what?" "I saw you looking at me in the weight room. And just now. I just thought that you...wanted it." "Ian. I'm not...gay. I'm not gay!" He blushes a bit, steps out from under the water, and wraps a towel around his waist. "You're not?" By the time I turn off the water and wrap a towel around myself, Ian has left that room.