Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 17:51:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Stone Cold Heart <stonexcoldxheart@yahoo.com> Subject: Wanting Brother - Chapter 4 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. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to send in the chapter! I've been really busy lately, and I don't have very much time to write any more! This chapter is quite short, only around 900 words. Sorry! I hope you enjoy the read. ALL material is Copyright Damion Michaels. Comments, suggestions, and concerns may be emailed to: stonexcoldxheart@yahoo.com WANTING BROTHER - CHAPTER 4 The cold air of the hallway tickled my skin. I rapped lightly on Ian's door. No answer. "Ian?" I said in a whisper. Still no answer. I turned the knob on the door and pushed it open, stepping inside. I shut the door behind me. Ian was laying on face-up on his bed, towel still wrapped around his waist. Eyes closed, water clung to all visible muscles, six-pack flexed from the way he was laying. I stood there awkwardly at the door, just, standing. And staring. "Ian? What's wrong? What did I do?" "Do? You didn't DO anything." "W-was I supposed to? I'm so confused." "Why were you staring at me in the weight room? or when you came in here after school? or in the shower? I saw you looking, all those times, at - me." "I don't know," I said, blushing. So he had seen me. I quickly thought of something. "I want to work out more, to get muscled. Like you. That's all." "Is it?" "What do you mean? I stepped a bit closer to his bed, heart racing. "You're not...checking me out?" "You're a guy! And my brother! Why would I check you out?" A flash of hurt passed over his eyes, and then it was gone. "I just thought..." "That I'm gay?!" "Well, you've never had a girlfriend...you don't play sports, your friends are all girls...does it matter what I think?" "But...even if I was gay...why did you...kiss me? Are you..." "Rochelle and I broke up the other day. She...she caught me kissing someone. One of her friends." I began thinking of who it could be, (Mary, Hannah..), but he cut my trail of thought off. "It was a guy. He and I were standing outside the locker room after school. He sorta just...kissed me. Well, Rochelle walked by and saw it. She flipped. She didn't know what was going on, but all she saw was he and I kissing." I stared, confounded at my brother. I moved closer to the side of his bed. "Ian...are you...gay?" He closed his eyes again, fingers dancing into fists. He sighed deeply, relaxing his fingers again. "I'm just...curious. Okay? Don't tell anyone. Mom, Dad...they'd kill me. Dad would take away my car or something." I sat down at the foot of his bed, smiling. He seemed confused by this. "After what you told me in the shower, about Mom loving me no matter what, what you just said is hypocritical." So...my brother was gay. Or, bi. Or just curious. Who knew. Either way, it turned me on. This confirmed my assumptions about QT2, and the fact that...my brother was in to me. I scooted a bit closer, and he raised his eyebrow. "I was confused, too. But I'm not anymore. I just...don't want to tell anyone yet." He smiled, hoisting himself up to rest on his elbows. Water slid lazily down his torso and stomach. I don't know why, but something took over me. My heart began to pound more, the blood it was pumping being sent straight to my cock. It pulsed in my towel. I found myself pushing Ian back down on the bed. He seemed a bit surprised. I, as he did in the shower, placed a gentle kiss on his lips. It was very teasing of me at first. My tongue slid over his lips, and he parted them slightly. Our tongues met somewhere between his and my mouth. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, and placed the other on the back of my head. My hands, at this point, were feasting off of his body. I ran my fingers up and down his side softly. They slid easily because of the water. I fingered his hard stomach, trailing my hands up this his chest. I squeezed gently, and he let off the slightest of groans. At this signal, I tore myself from our kiss. He grinned, both cheeks and lips visibly redder. So he was in to it. I slid down to his pecs. He kept his hand on my head. My tongue, which was now gifted with a mind of its own, swirled around one of his nipples. He groaned again as it grew hard beneath my saliva. I pressed my lips around it, sucking gently. My tongue still swirling, I nibbled it softly between my teeth, being careful not to hurt him, but applying enough pressure for him to feel it. A moment or so later, I moved to his other nip. It was hard before I even began working it. Ian ran his hand through my hair, his other hand running up and down his stomach. So that's where my mouth decided to go. I readjusted myself on his bed, straddling his legs a bit. I planted tender kisses down between his pecs, to the hard, wet flesh of his abs. A faint trace of soap still lingered there. I licked around one of the soft packets of muscle. Ian groaned for a third time, and I smiled, looking up at him. "Brent -" "Hm?" He fingered the waistband of the towel, eyes twinkling in a plea. I smirked, knowing what he wanted. I moved down to straddle around his ankles and feet, prying apart the folds of his white towel. I threw it aside. His hard-on slapped against his wet stomach. He was as hard as concrete, and I took in the sight with my eyes. His eyes dance again as he tugged once on his dick. "Come on - please." My towel tented even more. I was terribly turned on by this: the sight of my brother, naked and wet on his bed, with me straddling him, urging me to suck him. I don't think I've ever been harder. --- YET ANOTHER NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Yep, short. What did I say? Well, it's NOT the end of the story, but I'm not going to come out with Chapter 5 for a while! I'm working on another story now, so, though I appreciate the comments very much, please don't email me asking when Chapter 5 will be out. =) Thanks, <3.