Brotherly Loving!
Anthony's always been jealous of his younger brother, but happens when the underlying cause of his feelings are discovered with some assistance from Tyler? Tyler/Anthony Slash! Warnings: M/M sexual scenes, incest.
Chapter 1: Sexual tension or something more? Be warned - this is quite a slow burning story so don't expect sex scenes, YET...
Tyler Moon was the one who always got everything that he wanted, whether it was with girls, the best jobs going and simply general popularity. Most of the ladies (and many guys, for that matter) seemed to agree that his devilishly good looks, physique and rather playful nature contributed to the sexy young man. It would appear to anyone that almost every other day, there would be another girl on his arm or in his bed. He seemed to have a certain natural charm and charisma that just got everyone and anyone to love him, and he was in more than high demand. Not being oblivious to his popularity, Tyler was more than aware of just how valued he was and revelled in all the attention he got, in particular from the attractive women. You would never suspect, however, that Tyler would struggle in many ways without the support of his outcast older brother.
Always there to help him throughout his life even out of the tightest of situations, yet not appreciated nearly enough, had been Anthony Moon. It wasn't that Tyler had burdened him whatsoever - he was more than happy to be there for his own, especially Tyler - he just greatly envied the fact that Tyler was the one who got all the reward for Anthony's hard work. Even though Anthony was by a great deal the more intelligent sibling, Tyler's ability to talk his way into things more than himself meant that Anthony felt seriously undervalued. Was it so bad for Anthony to have wanted to be given some attention, some affectio - not from Tyler of course, no that would be absurd! From the very female recipients of Tyler's. Anthony knew that Tyler was a sexy bastard and felt an unusual sense of rivalry with him for this reason.
A time when his burning envy was at the highest was a few years back when Anthony accidentally walked in on his brother having sex with a random girl from a local night club. Tyler found the entire situation hysterical and tried to make light of it, much to Anthony's dismay. He, on the contrary was repulsed at the sight of a cheap, not at all attractive girl being intimate with Tyler, but the fact that Tyler had a girl screaming his name stirred something deep within him that made his blood boil with jealousy, yet surprisingly intrigued, incredibly aroused in fact. This was a shock to Anthony considering just how repulsive he had found the girl and wasn't quite so sure what to make of the situation.
After all, he was still very much so a virgin, even at the age of 25, as Tyler kept unfortunately feeling the need to remind him of. All that he wanted was for the right person to come along, to be the one to take care of him, not like the girls Tyler constantly got, something much more different, which he found himself deem to be increasingly difficult with women altogether. He felt that he was more than deserving of being loved, but he had run out of places to look. Amira was undoubtedly a good catch, but he knew there was something vital missing. He longed for a relationship with sheer passion, intensity and infatuation.
It was in the early hours of one morning, when Anthony lay sound asleep in his bed, until he was woken up by someone shaking him vigorously. He cautiously opened his eyes to find Tyler leaning over him next to his bed with a huge grin on his face. Confused and unsure what to make of the situation, he groaned with fatigue and paused for a moment.
"What the fuck Ty, you seen the time?" Anthony demanded furiously. Tyler chuckled and proceeded to speak, looking as if he was about to wet himself.
"You won't mind when I tell you what's just happened bro, I've only just gone and won two tickets to Paris! Ain't that great?" he exclaimed.
"So what, why on earth does that concern me?"
"You having me on, right? I ain't got a bird at the moment so you're gonna have to come wi' me! We can go pulling those beautiful French ladies together, just imagine! We'll be going on the train in two days, come on!"
Anthony always struggled to resist that cute puppy dog expression on Tyler's face and so couldn't think of saying no to him. It was the one thing that meant that he was always going to in to what Tyler wanted in the end. He never had particularly wanted to go to Paris and had worries about their business commitments, but at the end of the day, he deeply cared about what Tyler wanted, so he shrugged and got out of bed, now facing him.
"Well guess we're going to Paris then Ty, haha!" Anthony shouted, suddenly sounding a lot more excited. Tyler laughed and quickly jumped on top of him, pulling him in to a tight embrace, whilst pushing him on to the bed in the process. He jokingly gave Anthony a quick kiss on the lips and pulled him tighter.
"Oh thank you so much Ant' and there'll be a lot more where that came from, I tell you now! I promise you right now that were going to have the best time ever, just you wait and see. Night bro see you tomorrow we got so much to get through..."
"Night Ty!"
Tyler got up and vacated the room, whilst Anthony, now looking rather glum got back in to bed, in denial of what had just taken place. It was as clear as day that he had been aroused by that kiss, the kiss and the intimate contact with his very own brother judging by the sudden tightness of his pants. How on earth could that have happened? He had never really thought he was gay and he was certainly not incestuous! Either way, he knew that he had always secretly enjoyed Tyler's touchy feeliness with him, but to have enjoyed it to such a degree was completely out of the question. His mind riddled with confusion, he lay awake, considering to what extent he actually loved his younger brother to how much life suddenly began to change before him. He was more than aware of the fact that he had to keep his possible realisation to himself, but couldn't help wondering just how much he could resist his feelings, especially in the romantic city of Pari - what was he thinking? Of course this was just down to sexual tension and the lack of women in his life, what other normal explanation was to be found after all!
Hope you like where this is going, comment to tell me whether you think I'm taking the right approach or whether it's too cliched please!