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.
