I lay awake on a Wednesday morning. I thought maybe I heard my moms truck pull in the drive way but I knew it wasn't her. She got in a car wreck a few months ago. I stay awake most nights listening to my father cry himself sober. Yes, he drank a lot since the accident.
My brother, for the first three months, let me crawl into his bed. Alfred was a good person and always wanted to be the hero. But since mom died... he hasn't been the same rambunctious brother I always loved.
He was signing up for football with his friends Gilbert Ludwig and Ivan. So I planned on letting him borrow the hoodie mom gave me for good luck. Something bad was going to happen to me, I already knew that. I wish mom made him one too but... she didn't get the time too.
I rolled over in my bed and looked at the clock. I would have to get up in an hour. It would be nice to take a longer shower then Alfred for once. I crawled out of my bed and walked to our shared bathroom. I peeled my sleep pants off along with my overly large t-shirt dad gave me. Most of the time it'd help me sleep and keep the nightmares away. I guess tonight it took a break from protecting me.
I looked at my body in the floor to ceiling mirror. I wasn't fat and I wasn't built like a brick house like Alfred and dad. I looked at myself a little longer before turning on the hot water. As I sat on the end of the tub, across from the mirror, I sighed at myself. I wasn't anorexic but I was pathetic looking. I had enough muscle to heave my backpack on everyday and carry it from class to class.
I looked at my father's razor blades. Then decided against what my mind was telling me to do, because Al would have my hoodie. One girl, who seemed to like me, saw me without long sleeves on once. She screamed at me for doing it then ran away in tears. My dad and brother didn't know it. I was still safe for a little while.
I slid into the shower and exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. The warm water felt nice. It raised goose bumps on my skin even. I sat down in the tub and let the water wash over my hair and down my back.
Even my penis is pathetic, I thought. I heard the door open just then.
"Why is the shower...? Matty? Why you up so early?"
"I didn't fall asleep last night. So I decided to get a shower."
"I thought I heard someone talking to themself... Are you ok Matty?" He asked as he opened the curtain. I cussed at myself when I saw his flawless body. He only ever wore boxers to sleep in. I watched as he knelt next to me, outside the tub.
"I would be better. But... why are you so hot? It's like you got all of dad and I look like mom. I hate being girl like." I heard him chuckle a little.
"If you were more guy like then you wouldn't be such a great fuck buddy." He winked at me and tucked the wet hair behind my ears. This got me a little nervous. Not nervous like 'please-don't-rape-me' nervous, but almost like butterflies in my stomach nervous. "Is there room for two in there?" He smiled and winked at me again. I moved over and he stripped himself of his red plaid boxers and slid in behind me.
He wrapped his strong protective arms around me. I let myself melt into his chest. I knew this was wrong for two brothers to do this but I didn't really care. For now, I just let go of everything, and just felt my brother touching me. Specifically, my perk nipples.
I felt myself harden and I guess he saw me do so. He slid his hand from tweaking my nipples down to my erection and started playing with it. My balls were already tightening before he started with my member. I reached behind me, one hand in his hair the other on his thick shaft. He was already thrusting against my back. The added friction made him moan and bite my neck.
He was squirming around behind me trying not to cum before me. So I threw him a line. "Together?" when he nodded I let my load out on his hand and I felt his seamen sliding down my back.
I turned around, mostly to get his seed off my back but partly to kiss him fiercely. I loved the feel of his hands still on me even after our high. Unlike before though, his hands were no longer only going to my member or my nipples, they were caressing my thighs, back and sides.
He jumped a little when we both heard dad's alarm go off. He smiled at me apologetically, "We should get washed up. The last thing we need dad smelling our cum," he smiled and gestured for me to get up, since I was on top of him. I helped him up so he didn't slip.
His bright eyes looked into mine. He smiled a little brighter and kissed me. Not violently or softly like a thank you. It was tender and warm, like I meant the world to him. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close.
"Dad will be out tonight. Maybe we can watch your favorite movie and order pizza?" the way he said it almost sounded like he was asking me on a date.
"Sure. But if your purvey mind is thinking of doing more of what we just did, u better get a shower after practice today."
"How come you know me so well?" he joked and chuckled softly.
"Because you're my brother? And because I love you so much?" I smiled when he grabbed the shampoo bottle and dumped some on my head and massaged my scalp.
"That might be it." He nudged me under the water and rinsed out the soap. He then took the loofa smeared his axe body wash on it and scrubbed my body with care only I knew him possible of. I felt my self blush when, instead of him running the loofa over my member, he put it in his mouth and sucked and licked me clean.
I was now holding myself up with the support of the wall and I couldn't help myself from trusting into his moist mouth. He stilled sucked on me like a lollipop while he finished washing my body. I was about to release when there was a knock at the door.
"Matthew or Alfred. Hurry up. You're going to be late for school. I'm making breakfast today, which means toast. Wake up your brother... whoevers in there." He mumbled the last part and he went down stairs.
"Merde... Mon dieu," Both cusses were in frustration and pleasure. Even though dad was talking to us he was still sucking me off. He was getting frustrated with me and started rolling my balls in his hand, and then I came in his mouth. He swallowed happily and kissed the head of my rod.
"Now that you're clean, little brother, go get dressed. Tell dad that you woke me up and I'm in the shower."
I got out of the shower wrapped a towel around myself and Alfred turned the water off. I turned around to look at him and I kissed him quickly. "You know the signal. Turn the water back on when you hear me 'sneeze'."
"I know the drill. Now go get your sexy little ass dressed." He smirked and I scampered out of the bathroom and into my room.
I lay on my bed for a good 5 minutes before I pretended to sneeze and the door was promptly closed and the water was running. I smiled at the after glow of having been sucked off by my very sexy brother. Right about now I couldn't wait for tonight. I walked over to my door and locked it. I proceeded to my dresser and pulled out a blow dryer and aimed it at my head. It felt good to be dry again. I was warmer now. And I smiled at nothing at all.
When I was done brushing my hair to a shine I found a pair of Alfred's boxer briefs in my drawer. I pulled them on and they fit me like they fit him, which gave me a bit of a confidence boost. I looked threw my clothes a slipped into a pair of black skinny's and a purple t-shirt. I pulled a pair of miss-matched socks on and my high-tops then went downstairs.
"That took you longer then normal, Matthew." He commented on my shower.
"Sorry dad. I couldn't wake up was all." He nodded.
"I guess even a boy like you can have a hard time waking up sometimes." I pecked my father's unshaven cheek and took two slices of toast.
"Can I have some coffee?"
"Sure. Just leave enough for Al."
I poured both our travel mugs full. And prepared them the way we like them: Lots of sugar, black. I screwed the tops on and left Al's next to his toast.
I sat at the island in the middle of our kitchen. I watched my dad read the morning paper. He hadn't shaven in weeks, and he hasn't bathed in the same amount of time. I'm surprised he isn't sprouting mushrooms yet.
"You need to get laid" I said it at the wrong time because he was sipping his coffee. He choked and I tried not laughing, but failed.
"Excuse me?" he set his paper and coffee on the counter to wipe his chin.
"Apparently you heard me."
"Yes, I did. But I'd expect that from Alfred, not you." I felt a little ashamed.
"Well then, ya didn't. Ya heard it from me. Dad, you need to get out of this rut. I know what you and your college buddies used to do when you were my age. Hell, my age to your senior year in college. "
"Then I met..."
"Met mom, I know. But Mom's gone. I know for a fact she'd want you to be happy."
"Matthew..." He sighed, his deep blue eyes boring into mine, the first sign of tears came into his eyes.
"No. Don't Matthew me. I'm not a baby and it's been almost a year." I sighed. "Mom wants you to be gay if it'd make you happier then dating another woman. I'd rather you be gay of course. No one can replace mom." I threw him my mother's diary. "Last page." Was all I said before Al came down grabbed his toast, coffee and backpack before running out the door.
I grabbed my own backpack and coffee and followed Al.