Encounters.

Pater continued gaping at the screen. A shiver crawled up his spine, and a tingle emerged itself from his fingertips. He couldn't grasp on to reality, and his mind refused to let him believe that the text on his computer screen was all too real.

He out stretched his fingertips, attempting to type something upon his keyboard, but by now they were trembling. What was this feeling, this unbearable surge of pleasure washing through him, and why did it feel so wrong? He always knew that if to harbour these impure feelings for your kin was wrong. But he had always managed to trick his brain out of the guilt. The pleasure he consumed each time he imagined his brother's naked body, his rose kissed lips and chocolate orbs. He could melt in the thoughts of his younger sibling for days, and never grow tired of it. Peter wanted Edmund. He wanted his sweet milky flesh, his pouty lips. He wanted to grab those slender thighs and pull their crashing arousals together and to feel his flesh on Edmund's flesh. Oh the thought! Peter could feel himself getting hotter, and the sudden accumulation of ragged pants escaping him. He wanted to read more, and he wanted to see all his brother's fantasies in his own mind, to mix each together and play them out.

Feeling his male member beginning to slowly arouse under his pants, Peter's glazed over blue eyes flashed up to the computer screen. Edmund was still typing. Peter wanted his brother to hurry, so that he could get his release by using all their sinful thoughts.

"Edmund," Peter whispered through a veil of rugged pants. The mere thought already had him ventilating.

But Edmund was STILL typing. 'How long is he going to take?" Peter thought to himself, feeling his fingers slowly reaching down for the hardened member now pitching a tent under his clothes. The feeling of his blood pounding down to his crotch was becoming almost unbearable. Peter yearned for release, and the temptation to just reach his hand between the cloths that separated his manhood to his fingers.
Dew drops of swear had formed at his hairline, running down the side of his face and his neck. His blue orbs had clenched shut while his lips parted ever so slightly.
Eventually, after a slow count of thoughts and deciding to use his Brother's written words and his own imagination, Peter's eyes slowly opened to look at the computer screen once again. When his eyes opened to meet with the computer screen, he saw that it was black. Peter's body lunged up, causing him to hunch over the desk and keyboard, slapping his palm to the mouse on his right. He shook the mouse to and fro but the screen failed to turn on. Panic washed through Peter.
- The power had gone out.

'Damn it!' Peter cursed in thought. 'The power switch has gone off again.'

It was common for the switch under the stairs to turn itself off occasionally. Irritating as it was, Peter had to decide whether he should make the journey down the stairs and switch the power back on again, or stay in his room and attend to his pulsing manhood. He slumped himself into his chair and sighed, for the urge to vigorously immerse himself in a heated jerk-off session about Edmund had suddenly drizzled from his mind. He wanted the power back on, and he needed to know more about Edmund's dream.

Slowly slipping up from his chair, Peter tip-toed over to his bedroom door. The light inside his bedroom was dim, but out in the hallway it was even dimmer. He slowly turned the handle on his door and pulled it open, his eyes scanned the hallway for his parents or siblings that may be up, and wondering the house. But it was past one o'clock in the morning, and who else would be up now other than he and Edmund, who were online chatting to one another.
He stepped out into the hallway cautiously, and by using memory alone, made his way to the staircase and down the steps. While tip-toeing downstairs, Peter heard nothing but the creaking of old wood and his heart pounding. He was worried that someone may come down and notice the noticeably large tent under his boxers.

As he neared the cupboard under the stairs, he realized that he was going to have to turn on a light and face the embarrassment of anyone else who happened to venture downstairs at this hour, and find him standing in the middle of the hallway half-naked and with a full on erection. The humiliation would be awful! Upon these thoughts, Peter's face began to heat up, and his heart beat raced up. He slowly began to stagger over to the light switch just across from where he stood in the dark, but as his finger reached out for the switch, his skin brushed up against the skin of another's.
The sudden contact of someone else's fingers to his own, and the fact that someone WAS downstairs caused Peter's body to jolt away violently, and made his blue eyes widen incredibly. Who else was downstairs with him?

But while Peter's heart began to pound, and his footsteps begged to run back up the stairs, he remained frozen in spot, only to have himself revealed in the light.
The hallway light slowly flickered on, and Peter thought his heart would just leap out at any racing thud for who stood before him by the light switch, was no one other than his beloved brother and greatest guilty pleasure.
- Edmund.