This chapter was hard to write. Literally. I had to stop and start so many times because it's so much…so…you'll see.

Justin was in his room a little later, reeling through another shame spiral. He felt sick to his stomach and he'd nearly thrown up, but the stupid 'Jippity, reverse my sickity' spell that wizard kids learnt when they were tiny, had helped him. His dad wouldn't be upset about him using such a harmless spell.

"Justin." Max wailed from outside. Justin nearly tripped over his balls, that was how quickly he rushed to the door. Max NEVER came to his door, ever. "Yeah?" he threw open the door, trying to be casual, and instead stumbled into Max.

'Calm down, Justin.' His mind screamed. But like any teenager since the dawn of humanity, he acted like a complete idiot around his crush 90% of the time. "Let's watch a movie." Max strolled into Justin's meticulously clean room and sat on his bed, laptop in hand. "A movie?" Justin repeated stupidly. "Which one?"

"I don't care." Max said, clicking through a bunch of free movie sites. "Just nothing on Netflix."

Justin smiled. "Let's watch a documentary on veganism."

"I'm leaving." Max made to pretend like he was standing, which made them both giggle a little. "Uhm… I'll make popcorn while you look." Justin said almost shyly, as if they were on a date. Or something.

"Kay." Max lay down, absent-mindedly scrolling. Justin headed downstairs, grinning stupidly. He was happy. Max was in his room is pj shorts and he was going to sit down and just watch a movie with his little brother and not think about fucking him at all.

He timed the popcorn. Not even a little bit. Not even when Max arched his neck to the side and exposed his bare skin so Justin could see right down his shirt, along his collarbones, down his shoulders. Justin leaned against the counter and crossed his legs. Not even when Max inevitably got sleepy and snuggled his head, and his mouth, so close to Justin's…hungry, throbbing…

"MEAT." Max yelled from upstairs, making Justin jump and knock his knee into the kitchen island. "FUCK!" he wailed. "WHAT?"

"Get meat!" Max shouted. "Jerky, or something. I'm hungry."

"You JUST ate." Justin hollered, pouring the hot corn into a bowl. "I'm gonna use your laptop, ok? Mine's dying." Max ignored Justin. "I wanna watch the Pink Panther. I think it's on YouTube." His voice was a little faint.

"Ok." Justin yelled, balancing the popcorn, a bag of jerky and two pops on a trap, before heading upstairs.

SHIT.

"Uhm, why don't you download it?" He yelped, beginning to rush up the stairs. YouTube? From which he frequented indie films about brothers in love, fan girl videos of boys kissing, and all sorts of other incriminating things? As a result, you tube was CONSTANTLY recommending things like that to him, as if it was trying to remind him how un-normal he was.

"Because, it's on YouTube." Max called, and Justin could hear his eye roll. "Download it!" Justin practically screamed. "I need HD. I FUCKING…urgh!" He took the stairs 4 at a time. Oh god oh god oh god Max was way too silent. He'd seen something! Justin tried thinking of an explanation and he was drawing blanks.

FUCK. FUCK. He always cleared his browser history but stupid YOUTUBE never got the damn picture that he wanted his private, horny, dirty boy thoughts to be FUCKING PRIVATE.

He threw open the door and Max was watching one of his favorite short films, about two brothers that fell in love during World War 2, against incredible odds. Max was curled up in his adorable Max position, chin tucked against his knees, feet up on the bed, and he was watching the seven minute short with wide eyes.

Justin had no idea what to do or say; his heart- holy fuck- his heart, was going so fast. He put the tray down, fumbling for words.

"M-Max…"

"Shh." Max snapped, his eyes returning to the screen. Justin stood there awkwardly, watching Max take everything in. Max really was cute. He watched Max's lean legs squirm as the brothers shared what was (in Justin's opinions) one of the hottest kisses, ever. Max didn't even blink during the intense, 30 second sex scene (tastefully presented, but clearly a sex scene all the same). And at the end, the gripping scene at the end where the one brother who had been forced into the war, loses his left leg and finally is allowed to go home, and the two love each other privately forever, Max was almost in tears.

It ended and he looked to Justin. "That was good." He said softly. "I didn't know you…"

"I do-don't." Justin said quickly.

"…were into such deep film."

Justin blinked. "Well, you know I love obscure, painful, intelligent things." He said slowly, unsure of what was happening. Had Max really not been clued in?

Max nodded. "I guess despite those stupid books you're always reading and indie music you listen to and weird, obscure articles you're always reading-"

"Batter's disease affects 0.3% if the world. It's important to know." Justin interjected.

"You have some taste." Max finished, ignoring him. He had this really gorgeous expression on his face, and he didn't look like a kid at all. It pissed Justin off how Max could go completely serious and look like a ridiculously sexy man, and excite him to the point where he was practically blushing from just being in the same room as him.

He sat beside Max, who was staring at the wall with that hot, far-off look. "Brothers experiment all the time, you know." He said. That had nothing to do with the short film; those brothers had not been 'experimenting' at all in the standard sense. He just wanted Max to hear the things he told himself every night so he could sleep.

Max looked at him, his interest piqued. "Um…studies show 68% of siblings in the same age group sexually experiment while young."

He fumbled for more statistics; those weren't convincing enough for what he was trying to gain. What WAS he trying to gain? That hot look Max was giving him was really turning him on. He was basically saying anything, everything, to get Max to fool around with him.

He was sick, but he continued.

"A group of Harvard students admitted to having taught their younger brothers how to masturbate hands-on, during an honesty seminar." He said.

Max's eyes widened and he cocked his head to the side. Justin pressed on. "I-intoxicated teenage boys have been proven to be sexually attracted to their attractive brothers after only 3 drinks, versus the 6 drinks it takes them to be attracted to an ugly woman."

"Really?" Max asked.

Not really.

"Yes." Justin whispered, almost shaking, almost cumming. Because Max was hard in his shorts and he had that sexy-as-fuck expression- he looked really willing to become a statistic at about that moment.

"45% of same-sex relatives have kissed and enjoyed it." He said.

"Really…" Max's hand absentmindedly, touched Justin's knee, and Justin breathed in and out deeply to keep from creaming his freshly-laundered boxers.

Only 25% but if there was EVER a time to stretch the truth, NOW WAS THE TIME.

"Yes." Justin's breath was barely audible.

"Then…" Max smiled. "What's wrong with our family?"

"I dunno."

"I-I couldn't imagine you jerking me off." For some reason they were whispering very softly, in the dark room only lit by the single laptop screen. They were sitting very closely together on the bed, too. "How could I even get hard?"

"You're hard now." Justin took a chance. This was definitely getting weird; Max could bolt any second, but he was clearly very horny, too.

"Well, the video." Max defended.

"Let's do something." Justin said suddenly. He was a little crazed with lust at this point. He grabbed his laptop and jumped to his favorite porn site, opening a video he really loved. "Watch this and see if you can stay hard with me right here."

Max blinked and turned to Justin. "That's so weird." He whispered. Their lips were literally inches apart when he turned. The sexual tension in the room couldn't even be cut with butter and the sounds of boy-moans from the laptop weren't helping.

"Just do it, it's a study." Justin urged. Max loved being a part of studies. "Look, I even brought up the kind of porn you like." He added. That was the biggest lie of all, this was his personal favorite kind of porn.

"I don't really watch porn." Max blushed.

"It's the kind you would like. You know…gay? Just watch it, and I'm going to do…stupid things to you. See if you can stay hard." Justin was so excited he wanted to grip his brother's shoulders and force him into the most submissive position he could imagine.

Max didn't protest, so Justin knew he was in.

What was he doing? How had this innocent movie night turned so dirty? It was his fault, he knew, but Max wasn't exactly fighting it; he was clearly curious...

Justin gripped his hair. He felt…his emotions were so conflicted. But his feelings for Max, so intense. Maybe this one time, of whatever this would turn out to be. Then, NEVER AGAIN. He promised himself. Never ever.

With that guilt-ridding thought, he nodded to himself, and got behind Max. Max was watching the video intently, and he was throbbing hard in his shorts by now, his legs doing that tell-tale squirm they did when he was horny.

Justin's heart pounded. How could he do this without appearing serious? He wanted to turn Max on without acting like he actually was, without raising suspicion about his true feelings. If Max felt this was anything more than stupid experimentation turned into possibly something a little more, he'd bolt. Justin had to get Max to his level of…horny, before he could dive in the way he wanted to.

He still hadn't decided how far his conscience would allow them to go.

For a while he just let Max watch the video, sitting behind him, moving closer every few minutes. The video was over an hour, he had time. Eventually Max was absentmindedly touching himself over his shorts as he watched. Justin saw his opening.

"That's how you do it?" he asked, making Max jump a little. Max had clearly forgotten he was there. "What?" Max asked, deflating a little in his shorts.

"Touch yourself." Justin said.

Max looked over his shoulder at Justin, registering that he was watching porn in front of his brother. "T-this is weird, Justin." He mumbled.

Justin was rapidly losing his little window of opportunity. He had to make his one chance count. "Do it like this." He took the plunge and gripped Max through his shorts, hopefully well enough for Max to forget who was doing the gripping and just enjoy it.

The feel of his brother nearly drove Justin over the edge. Max's overly satisfied moan was an even sweeter reward. He was definitely in.

"Justin!" Max gasped, his hips bucking instinctively into the touch. Justin quickly began stroking Max, not allowing his brother a second to think, or re-think, what was happening. "Watch the video." He whispered right by Max's ear. "Forget it's me."

"W-why, I can't… ugh…you're weird…this is stupid…ah…" Max gasped as Justin stroked him with his best moves. His legs spread and he clutched the bed sheets with his hand. "Fuck…" he jerked his hips, sliding himself into Justin's skillful hand.

His moans were timed with the boy in the video, who also happened to be in the middle of a hand-job. "Justin…" he gasped. Justin pushed both hands into Max's shorts on either side and tugged them down. The things he had just praised Max for not doing with Kyle, he wanted to do to Max, now, right now.

He was terrible. If Max had enough dignity to resist Kyle…he could easily resist him too. But it was worth the try.

Max arched his neck, lifting his hand to grip Justin's arm, the one that was rubbing him teasingly, now through his thin briefs. He kept his eyes on the screen, grinding his hips. He twitched in his briefs, clearly very sensitive. Justin inhaled, his lips by Max's neck.

Oh, what the hell.

He licked along Max's neck, kissing up behind his ear, sucking on the spot he knew would be sensitive. Max had no words, his lips were parted in one, constant, sexy-as-shit moan. Justin wanted to mute the laptop because nothing sounded as sweet to him as Max's horny moans.

He was on his knees behind his brother and his cock was almost pressed up against Max's ass. He resisted, knowing that a hard penis against him would definitely scare Max. He guided Max's hand back to his briefs, letting Max take control of himself again. Max did, quite eagerly this time, and Justin watched him play with himself, occasionally kissing and licking his neck.

He had to be careful; take control without reminding Max too much of the situation. After a few seconds Max shook his head, taking Justin's hand and shoving it into his briefs. "I like you better." He said, briefly turning to look Justin right in the eyes.

That said a lot. You couldn't look your brother in the eyes while your brother's hand was on your hard cock and pretend your brother wasn't the reason for said hard cock.

Max gave a slick, dirty smile that told Justin he knew JUST what looking at him was signifying. "You little fucker." Justin stopped holding back, Max clearly had no qualms with what was going on, despite his innocent boy pretense.

He slammed the laptop down with his other hand. Enough with the bullshit, this was happening and they both knew it. It wasn't a study, he was getting his brother off and Max clearly had zero problems with it. "Justin!" Max threw his head back as Justin stroked him. Justin's eyes trailed Max's lips.

Max had no problems with this so far, but Justin really wasn't ready to risk trying something more and ruining it all. "Justin…right there…" Max whimpered, bucking his hips. Suddenly, he got on all fours and Justin couldn't control himself. He basically got up over his brother, pressing his cock into Max's ass as he played with him between Max's legs.

Max arched his back compellingly, as Justin played with him.

'And I was worried about scaring him.' Justin pushed the pesky briefs down and rubbed his boxer covered cock up against Max's ass, dry humping him quite frankly. Max spread his legs, so that if Justin had his cock out, it would slip right between Max's cheeks, no problem.

Justin cursed his fucking conscience. Somehow, this had gotten so out of control, so quickly, he knew if he removed any more clothes off of either of them, the point of no return would be here.

"Justin, I'm cumming…" Max whispered, jerking his hips. His firm, naked bubble butt was more than welcoming to Justin's cock. As Justin blindly grinded against his brothers ass, it responded by bouncing up with each thrust, and jiggling a little when Justin would pull back. It was really a sight to see. Justin lifted Max's shirt a little and licked up his back.

"Me too." He said after a couple seconds. Max whimpered, and his orgasm came, shooting high arching spurts up unto his tummy and unto the floor. He breathed out hard from what had clearly been an extremely intense orgasm. His gorgeous dark hair clung to his forehead in curls as his tummy puffed in and out.

Justin wondered if he should stop, Max had come and it would be painfully awkward for him to keep grinding that naked ass with his brother satisfied and coming to his senses. But Max surprised him, as usual, by basically sitting on Justin's cock and rocking his hips. Justin lay back on the bed, gripping his brother's hips and thrusting himself upwards, wishing he didn't have those stupid boxer shorts on. Max whimpered, looking as if he was really enjoying himself.

"You want to cum inside me, don't you."

"Yeah."

"You like my ass?"

"Fuck…y-yeah."

They breathed hard for a while as Justin rubbed, reaching out to squeeze Max's perfect little cheeks together, shoving himself between the crack. It made his toes curl; he was nearly mad with pleasure.

"Justin…"

"Yeah…"

"I like how it feels when you do that, what're you doing to me?"

Justin felt instantly guilty, not enough to stop but…

He was taking advantage of his brother and he knew it. Max was enjoying it, but he didn't even know what was happening, how could he be ready for it?

Justin felt Max rub his butt against him a couple more times till he came, quite hard, in his pants. His orgasm was a little overshadowed with guilt, but it was still the most intense thing he'd ever felt.

"It's called dry humping…" he said, sitting up. Suddenly he couldn't look Max in the face.

"Dry humping." Max grinned. "I like it."

"Put on your clothes." Justin said, standing up quickly.

Max looked at him. "Huh?"

"Get out, Max." Justin stood up and pushed past his brother to the bathroom. "Get out, get out."

The last thing he saw before he slammed the bathroom door shut was Max was the saddest, and most confused expression ever.

Justin pressed his face to the bathroom door. He was a monster.

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