Brotherly Love

Together.

In bed.

Burrowed beneath the sheets.

Mother and father

are downstairs in

the kitchen, unaware

of what we're

doing. Two

heinous crimes to them.

I, the first born son,

the heir to the family name,

lying on top of

the second son,

my brother.

My other half.

He arches his back,

our torsos pressing

together, wanting, no…

begging,

for more; more of me.

Not for the first

time, I bury myself

in his tight heat,

a heat only I

have felt, a heat

I hope to keep

to myself forever.

We move together,

bodies in synch.

It isn't long

before we reach

our blissful completion.

Hunger finally sated,

we lie next to

each other, wrapped

around one another,

falling asleep. Our parents

still completely and utterly

in the dark.