Never Stop Being my Brother I
The ball bounced, was caught, then thrown. It bounced off the backboard, swished through the net and summoned a roar of cheers as the players took up their positions again. Sean saw all this only out of the corner of his eye, for his focus, his attention, was aimed not at those players, nor the game, but at the smallest player of them all.
His little brother, Daniel, so slight and nimble compared to his teammates and opponents, somehow stuck out from all of them. Maybe it was just that, his size, so diminutive and unnoticeable in this forest of limbs, which made him catch everyone's eye.
Or maybe that was just Sean.
Another swish, another cheer. Daniel's fist was bumped as he made another basket from behind the halfway line. Even the teenage opposition, in their jerseys of varying blues, couldn't help but applaud the ten-year-old prodigy in their ranks. Every time Daniel threw the ball, no matter how bad the form nor how tall the defence before him, it would whistle past all the reaching hands, bounce against the backboard and the netting would swish once more.
And each time, Daniel would do his little dance, hopping from foot to foot before bouncing on the balls of his feet, his fists reaching high as if it were some fresh new miracle. But Sean knew it wasn't really a miracle, he knew why Daniel, a kid who'd never played basketball seriously in his life up until now, was able to shoot baskets so well.
Part of Sean said that he ought to discourage this, that they risked drawing attention to themselves the more this went on. But he had to block that part out. He told himself that they were safe now, that no one could hurt them, not here.
Besides, getting to see Daniel do that dance was almost worth the risk in and of itself. Those loose shorts always threatened to fall right off his little brother's hips, to fall to his ankles as he strained to throw the ball. But they never did. Sean didn't know if it was just him seeing what he wanted to see or Daniel's gift keeping them aloft, but either way, he wished for them to fall.
Sean closed his eyes and focused. He pictured Daniel as he was, shirtless, with just his loose shorts wavering around his waist. Then the Daniel in his mind caught the ball, and in his eagerness to shoot and score, his shorts fell at last. And Sean watched as his little brother, naked and flustered, tripped to his knees in an attempt to keep his shame hidden.
Daniel's bare ass faced Sean, and even though he was one-eyed and on a bench across the courtyard, he could see perfectly. Daniel stood, trying to laugh it all off as the over a dozen teenage boys watched. Sean didn't like the idea of other guys seeing his enano naked, but here, in his mind, where nothing was real, he could tolerate it.
Then the Daniel in his mind cupped himself, looking up at all these near strangers with big, teary eyes, his shorts tangled at his ankles and his gift forgotten. Sean caught his eye through the crowd and was by his side. He took Daniel into his arms, a calloused hand under his bare cheeks, and held him close as he carried him away, the shorts forgotten, the other boys left to their game. The Daniel of his mind clung to him, buried his face in the crook of his neck and-
Sean snapped out of his reverie when another raucous volley of cheers erupted from the court. His eyes narrowed when he saw Daniel on a pair of bare shoulders. One of his teammates, who were playing skins, had held him aloft while he made a shot from across the court. He got it in, of course, and now had a ring around him, open palms held out for him to slap.
Daniel's smile beamed out at all of them, replacing the setting sun with something even brighter. Sean's features softened, a small smile curling his lips. He wouldn't have minded being there, amongst the crowd, telling them all proudly that Daniel was his brother. But he wouldn't.
It wasn't that he'd never been invited, but a lack of depth perception and a previous promise to give Daniel his own space kept him off the court. Besides, he preferred watching his enano from this distance, able to take him all in, and run scenarios like the previous through his mind.
Then Daniel was let down, he said his goodbyes, threw his t-shirt over his shoulder and shimmied through a gap in the wire fence, walking up to Sean.
"Another win?"
"Of course!" Daniel bumped Sean's outstretched fist and fell into pace next to him as they walked. "I haven't lost yet," he added with a wink.
"Hey, if I could do what you can, even I'd be a pro."
"But ya can't." Daniel stuck his tongue out at his big brother, knowing that Sean was right but also that it didn't matter. He could do what he wanted. He was the one with the powers after all. And if that meant making the ball go into the hoop from across the court, then so be it. It made all the guys like him, everyone wanted him on their team. And it had a few other benefits too.
"Oh, by the way," Daniel said, reaching into the folds of his t-shirt to pull out a small white and red box. "Jorge says you can have these."
Sean's good eye widened at the offered smokes. He knew he'd be a bad influence on Daniel if he took them, that it was a bad habit for his wallet and his health, but dammit, he had no other vices, he was owed this one.
"Jorge? Was he the one you were on top of?" he asked as he took the box and put it in his back pocket.
"Yeah, he's pretty cool. Not as cool as you, though." Daniel nudged Sean's ribs and stepped in closer, walking so close to his brother that there was a real chance of them tripping over each other. But they didn't.
Sean draped his arm across his little brother's bare shoulders and looked off into space, up at the pink and blue sky as the harsh sun settled into the horizon.
"Maybe we could start doing bets again," Daniel said, his gaze off in the opposite direction, looking at the dark blue sky the sun had already left behind.
Sean shuddered.
"I don't think so, enano, didn't end well last time." Daniel had been the only reason that whole situation hadn't turned out worse than it had. No one would ever know how they managed to get to the other side of a two-story brick wall in five seconds, nor would they ever, but Sean quickly developed an intolerance for hustling after that whole affair.
"I guess." Daniel kicked a stone down the footpath and let out a yawn as his hand came up and rested over Sean's.
Daniel's whole fist wrapped around just two of his big brother's fingers. Sean liked that, that was how it ought to be. He was the big brother, the alpha wolf, the protector. Daniel may have the powers, but Sean had only Daniel to lose. And that was something that made him stronger than anything that stood in their way.
"Hey, Sean?"
"Yeah?"
"I have to go. Like, now."
Sean looked down at his brother, who was now pressing his thighs together, his hold on Sean's two fingers tighter than before.
Sean craned his neck, looking around for anywhere private for his enano to go. He squinted, took Daniel's hand, and started to walk towards a shoddy old latrine built off an overgrown court, similar to the one Daniel had just played on.
"This'll do, right?" he asked when they stood at the open, doorless entrance. Sean tried for the light switch but didn't even get a flicker. Not that he expected anything less. He looked over his shoulder, checking for any passers by and saw none but the sun, still peeking just high enough to shine some light into this little stone hut.
"Yeah," Daniel replied, cupping himself as he scuttled up to the nearest urinal, tucked into the corner close to Sean so that even if anyone did pass by, his big brother was blocking him.
Sean leaned against the doorway, his back to the world, his arms folded, his one eye watching as his little brother fumbled to loosen the frayed drawstring in his shorts. They fell to his ankles, and in his apparent desperation, Daniel shoved his underwear down to his knees.
Sean's mouth went dry, his one eye homing in on his little brother. It was far from the first time he saw Daniel naked. They'd had baths together, shared a room, a tent, and had gone skinny-dipping together. Their bodies were not secrets to each other.
But even so, even now, Daniel captivated Sean. The curve of his back, his firm, lithe legs, and his ass. God, that ass. He could look at it forever. On more than one occasion, when his little brother would fall asleep naked, either straight after a bath or on the bank of a river they'd dipped in, Sean would just lie next to him, watching. He knew the feel of Daniel's spine under his fingers, he knew how supple and soft he was, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the boy's pert, soft, cheek in his palm.
And Daniel knew. He'd copped onto Sean a while back when they were sharing a tent. Because, even as cramped as it was, Daniel had preferred to change where only Sean could see him and not their whole crew.
That was a while ago now, but that changed something in Daniel. From then on, even if somewhere more private was available to him, he'd still change openly where only Sean could see. And when he got out of the shower or the bath, he'd just sit or lie on his towel, sometimes on his front, sometimes on his back. Either way, Sean stole as many glances as he could.
Daniel knew. Of course he knew. He wasn't that dense. He knew his big brother watched him like a hawk when he changed or was naked. And he knew a lot of what that meant. He knew it probably wasn't totally normal, but what about the Wolf Brothers was?
Even now, he could feel Sean's one eye on his ass. He felt his eyes all over him when he was on the court. He could remember the feel of his big brother's hand on his back and on his butt when he thought Daniel was asleep. He didn't say anything about it, he didn't know what he would say, but he did know what Sean also did when he thought Daniel was asleep. Subtlety and silence were not his big brother's strong suits.
But despite the wrongness Daniel sensed from all this, what he suspected others would say about it, he didn't care. If nothing else, he liked it. He liked knowing that he would always be able to be the centre of Sean's attention, no matter what. All he had to do was drop his shorts, or stretch his arms up high, or lean in and press his face to Sean's neck.
All he had to do was any of that, and he was the centre of Sean's world again, and Sean the centre of his. That was how things were supposed to be for the Wolf Brothers. Now and forever.
Daniel finished, shook his little cock of the last dribble, and turned so Sean would see his profile as he bent down and pulled his underwear up. When his bits were covered again, he smiled up at his brother. Sean smiled back and rolled his eyes in pretend exasperation, acting as if blood wasn't rushing south.
Daniel then giggled as he lifted his sneakers out of the shorts pooled at his feet and kicked them towards his brother.
"Too warm," he said, tossing his t-shirt up to Sean as he walked past him.
"Tch, I ain't your maid, enano," Sean responded, catching the t-shirt, and picking up the shorts anyway. When Daniel was outside, Sean closed his eyes, brought the clothes to his face, and inhaled.
Daniel probably saw, he probably heard. Sean didn't mind. He was sure that Daniel had seen him do worse.
"You need a shower," he said, muffled through the fabric. Though, if Sean's intent was just to let his little brother know he needed to wash, he held the clothes to his face for a moment too long to be convincing.
He turned, Daniel's clothes held at his side. His good eye was just in time to see the last ebbing of dusk frame his enano. Hands clasped behind his head, staring off into space, the outline of his little member, ever so slightly stiff after being held, just barely poking a tent into his underwear.
Sean knew no better sight. He didn't need depth perception to know that this was what everything was for. Daniel and him. Together.
"You're not cold?" Sean asked as they walked a bit more down their path.
"A little, but I don't mind," Daniel said, goosebumps prickling his skin as a stiff breeze blew at them. He shivered and stepped closer to Sean, taking his hand, and holding it with both of his littler ones. "Reminds me of the cabin."
Sean squeezed Daniel's hands and looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He did need a shower. He had dirt on his legs and arms, and his hair looked greasy enough to have its own ecosystem hidden in there.
"I still can't look at a can of ravioli without wanting to throw up," Sean said. "But at least the view was nice."
"Yeah." Daniel pressed into Sean's side; his smaller gait started to lag behind. "Can I look through your sketches again when we get back?"
A smile pulled at Sean's lips again, bigger this time.
"Yeah, for sure."
A moment of silence later and Sean really started to notice his little brother struggling to keep up with him. He looked back at him, Daniel just barely keeping up by hanging onto Sean's hand.
Daniel rubbed his eye with the heel of his palm and yawned. It seemed that, despite his powers, the day had crept up on his enano.
"C'mon, get on," Sean said, pretend exasperation masking his tone as he got to a knee and hunched over, his arms pulled back, ready for his brother to mount.
Daniel didn't need convincing. He giggled and jumped onto Sean, almost sending them toppling.
"Hey, watch it, you're getting fat, enano," Sean decried, his hands cupping under Daniel's thighs as he stood, his little brother's arms snaking around his neck.
"Am not, you're just getting weak," Daniel retorted, pressing his chin into the crook of Sean's neck.
"Oh yeah, let's see how weak I am when I toss you into the river."
"I'll pull you in with me," Daniel mumbled, lying his head down on Sean's shoulder.
Sean scoffed and lifted Daniel higher up his back, letting the boy get just a bit more comfortable.
The rest of the walk home was a quiet one. Well, 'home' was a bit of a stretch. It was somewhere with four walls and running water where they could sleep. It was enough, though. Enough so long as they had each other to sleep next to.
Sean fumbled to get the keys out of his pocket without disturbing Daniel. When they clattered to the ground, Daniel giggled, held his hand out and, with a pinch, undid the lock.
"Show off."
More giggles followed as Sean leaned down more roughly to pick his keys up.
"Now that you're awake, why don't you go run a bath. You stink, enano, and you're all sweaty." Sean kicked the door closed behind him and got to a knee so Daniel could get off. But the boy only groaned and slithered off him, collapsing to the carpet with a piteous pout.
"I mean it. Look at you, you're filthy." Sean locked the door and tossed Daniel's clothes into the laundry corner of the room.
A far cry from when they lived with Claire and Stephen, or even in the caravan in Away, but they did what they could with what spare change and means they had. One day, they'd be living it large, in a bigger house than even their grandparents, and more money than they'd know what to do with.
Eventually.
"So are you," Daniel piped, pointing accusingly at his brother from his position on the floor. "You smell worse than the rest of the guys put together."
Sean rolled his eye as he toed off his shoes, leaving them next to Daniel's other pair next to the laundry corner.
"Then maybe I need a bath too." The idea sounded good now that he said it out loud. He had neglected washing for a couple days. Too busy doing odd jobs and making sure Daniel wasn't getting into trouble, and too tired at night to do anything but collapse onto their bed.
Sean turned, hand on hip, and looked at the unmoving lump he called a brother. He looked him in the eye, then his gaze drifted down his to his chest, his stomach, then his underwear. They were damp with sweat as much as the rest of Daniel, if not more so. And there was a tell-tale little wet patch at the front that told Sean that Daniel hadn't shaken properly earlier.
Daniel seemed to notice and, pink-cheeked, brought a hand up to cup himself. Then he absently started to press down on himself.
Sean's cheeks went a little pinker than Daniel's and he averted his gaze, going down the boy's legs this time.
"Yeah, I'll have a bath too."
Sean got to a knee by Daniel's feet and pulled off his shoes, then his socks. Daniel flexed his toes as his knees pressed together, his little hand still petting between his legs.
Sean tried not to notice.
"C'mon, enano, don't make me undress you, you should be doing it yourself." As he said this though, his hand slid slowly and slyly up Daniel's leg, not stopping until his fingertips only just breached the leg of his briefs.
"Fine." Daniel acquiesced, slowly sitting up and moving his hand from his bits to Sean's hand. He traced a finger around the knuckles and up to his wrist, then up his forearm. "But I'm only heating the water once."
"I'll take that, I don't mind a cold bath."
"No!" Daniel snapped to look up at him. "You get to have a warm bath too."
Too.
The math zipped through Sean's brain, even if the logic took a minute to catch up. His brow furrowed, the hand on Daniel's thigh froze. He caught his enano's eye and raised his brow, trying to coax more from him. Maybe there was a new magic way to heat up the bathwater, one Sean didn't know about.
But there wasn't, and he knew that. Daniel's meaning was painfully, tightly, strainingly, obvious.
The boy stood; Sean still crouched at his feet.
He looked up, not sure why he was acting like a deer in headlights.
What was different? They bathed together before, saw each other change, and skinny dipped. Both had no little modesty for the other, often lying around and letting the warm air dry them instead of towelling. Nothing had changed.
Daniel's thumbs hooked into his underwear. Sean's eye followed them to his ankles. He looked up, and close, so close, to his face was a naked Daniel.
Sean's mouth was dry. His palms weren't. Daniel's hand went back to his little member, palming it lazily, making it stand to attention. Then Daniel's hands were at his sides. Now it was unhidden, unobstructed, and even going as far as to call attention to itself. It pointed at Sean, as if trying to let him know personally that it was there, it was ready.
Ready for what? Sean didn't have it in himself to answer, even when the only ones listening were himself and god.
"I'll run it." Daniel turned, his pecker pointing the way. Then Sean saw them. It was the second time in an hour, but this time, this time, he got to look without risk, without worry.
His fingers twitched. They knew it was right there, their favourite thing to touch, to squeeze and caress. But no, not now, Daniel was awake, he was walking away into their doorless little water closet.
From where Sean was on his knees, he could look right into their bathroom, right at the bath Daniel was stood at, his back to him, a hand outstretched, making the faucet go. And as the water deluged, the other hand came up and Daniel concentrated on the stream.
The water sputtered and scattered into the tub halfway down, but when it did, it now steamed.
Sean's clothes fell away, not even making it as far as the laundry corner. He leaned against the bathroom's doorway, his arms crossed. But even so, his body found a way to point at his brother. His naked brother.
Daniel's cheeks clenched as he focussed on the gusseting stream for a moment longer. Then they relaxed as he did. Without even needing to move his hands, Daniel poured soap into the tub and, again without hands, stirred the water to get the bubbles to form.
Then the faucet stopped.
Daniel looked over his shoulder, smiled at Sean, then looked down. He looked up just as quickly, his eyes meeting his big brother's as he took a step back and gestured to the tub.
"You get first dip this time."
Sean looked from the tub to Daniel, down, then to the tub again. He shrugged, took three steps and was standing in the warm water. He let out a breath, his shoulders sagged. He sat down, the water rose. He leaned back, arms up on the rim of the tub. The last two days started to seep off him.
"Thanks, enano."
Sean's one eye looked over to Daniel again. Now the boy was standing right at the edge of the tub, pointing at Sean while his hands were behind his back.
"You getting in or not?"
Daniel just smirked.
Sean rolled his eye, lifted his hand, and accidentally brushed his pinkie finger against Daniel's stiffness. He froze for an instant, his heart somersaulting. He glanced up to look his enano in the eye again.
Nothing. Daniel was still smirking as if it'd never happened.
Sean swallowed and continued lifting his hand until it was resting on Daniel's hip. He pulled lightly.
"I'm serious, Daniel. You stink. Get in."
Daniel rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he said with all the petulance a preteen could muster. But Sean heard the playfulness behind it all. His brother was just being a pain for the sake of being a pain. It was almost nice to see. It proved that there was still a kid in there, somewhere, despite everything. A kid who still liked to be an annoying little brother just for the sake of it.
Daniel stepped into the tub, his foot landing between Sean's knees before the other joined in. Then Daniel was over him, looking down at him, his hands by his sides, pointing at Sean yet again.
"So close," was all Sean could think. His fists balled; his member pulsed under the water. His eye zoned in on Daniel's little member, the pink tip trying to push out the end and failing to do so.
Then Daniel turned, sat, and pressed himself back into Sean. Sean tensed, his limbs sprawling out, acting as if it were his own fault that their bare bodies were pressing together. At the same time, his cock quivered. Daniel was squeezing it between their bodies. He couldn't help but tense it, make it squirm, make it dribble precum into their bathwater.
Daniel took Sean's wrists, brought them into the bath, and rested them on his thighs. Then he leaned back, let out a breath of his own, and ran his own little hands up and down Sean's thighs.
"Daniel…" Sean started but didn't know how to finish.
"We've taken baths together before, why're you being such a wuss about it now?" Daniel leaned his head back against Sean's chest, looking right up into his eye.
Daniel knew. Sean was certain that Daniel knew. Not just why this was different from before, but what it meant for him to be lined stiff up the small of his back, why he looked so intently when he played or when he stood at the urinal. And why he looked all those times Daniel lay around, not caring to cover himself.
He was too smart not to know.
"I'm not, I just…" Again, Sean didn't know how to finish.
He gently squeezed his little brother's thighs. His hands started to drift up, slowly making their way to rest on Daniel's hips. He thumbed those defined lines that shaped a V down to his boyhood.
Daniel moaned.
Sean hadn't been prepared for that. His cock spasmed between their bodies, a breath caught in his throat and his toes curled.
"Dios mío, enano." Sean pressed his face into Daniel's hair and breathed. And he stank alright. He smelled of sweat, dirt, and Daniel. He breathed again, his fingers delving between Daniel's thighs, spreading them just enough for him to feel the soft, silky insides.
"You really did need this." His hands drifted up. He was sure he felt it. His mouth went dry, his hands trembled, his heart pounded.
Sean's cock said yes, his hands demanded a yes, his heart yearned for a yes, but his head questioned them all. What if Daniel didn't want this. What if, when he showed Sean his body, when he gave him those looks and didn't stop him from looking, he was just being a little brother who felt safe around his big brother? What if Daniel was only stiff because he had a young, inexperienced body that was only just starting to grow? What if Sean continued, and his super-powered brother wanted nothing to do with him, and all the fighting Sean did to get them here was for nothing?
"Yeah, I guess I did," Daniel said, yanking Sean from his spiralling reverie.
Then, in a move Sean never expected, Daniel pulled a hand from Sean's thigh and brought it to his own little cock. His enano leaned back, as far back as possible, pressing himself against Sean's member, and started to stroke himself.
Sean could only stare down at the water, which was almost clear of suds, and watch as Daniel pinched the base of his cock and stroked, bunching up the skin at his tip before drawing it back down again. Daniel's hands even bumped into Sean's as he did so, but his enano either didn't notice or didn't care.
"Daniel," Sean said, gently squeezing Daniel's thighs, stroking the insides with his thumbs, mesmerised by his little ministrations. "You got this, c'mon, you got this!"
"Mm! S-Sean," Daniel moaned.
A strike of lightning streaked through Sean's heart, all the way down to his cock which continued to leak pre between his and his little brother's bodies.
"Yeah? What is it, enano?" Sean asked, his breathing starting to stagger as he watched Daniel pleasure himself faster and faster, rippling the bathwater, his free hand digging its nails into Sean's thigh.
"I, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!"
"Then cum! C'mon, enano, cum!"
Sean threw words of encouragement at his little brother, feeling his heart leap and pounce as he spoke words he'd only ever fantasised about. He didn't know how or why Daniel knew the nomenclature of masturbation, but in this moment, he didn't care. He just wanted to help Daniel get there, he wanted him to feel pleasure and he wanted to be a part of it!
"Sean! Sean! Sean!" Daniel dragged his name out with the last note. His little toes curled, and his nails dug into Sean so hard they almost drew blood. With the power of his small, dry orgasm, Daniel also pushed the bathwater to the other end of the tub, splashing a lot of it to the bathroom floor.
He stayed pressed against Sean, his back arched, his mouth agape, his hand grasped like a vice around his little member.
Sean had felt some push against his ribs as Daniel came, but nothing compared to what he knew Daniel was capable of. But that didn't matter to him. He just wrapped his arms tight around his little brother and held him close. Tight, and close.
A few minutes later, Daniel recovered from his climax, saw what he'd done and concentrated to get all the water back into the tub where it belonged. And with another bout of concentration, he managed to warm it up again.
"How did you know to do that?" Sean asked as he ran his hands over Daniel's back and shoulders, cleaning the grime away.
"I saw you do it. Lots." Daniel peered over his shoulder and shot his big brother a smirk. "You think I'm asleep way more than I am."
Sean blushed, wondering just what else Daniel knew he did when he was "asleep".
"Yeah. I didn't know that. Sorry." Sean didn't know why he was sorry. He supposed it came from taking some semblance of innocence away from his little brother. Of what innocence remained, anyway.
"It's okay, I know it feels good." Daniel palmed and stroked his little cock again, only this time it didn't stiffen even a bit. "But I don't make the gooey stuff you do."
"Yeah. Give it time, you're still just a kid." Sean leaned back again, bringing Daniel with him in a hug. "I didn't start making any 'til I was, like, thirteen."
"You mean I'm gonna have to wait three more years?" Daniel seemed indignant. Sean chuckled and ran his fingers through his brother's wet locks of hair.
"Maybe, maybe not. But it's not all it's cracked up to be. Really, it's just a mess that needs to be cleaned up. You jack off despite the cum, not for it, enano."
"I guess," Daniel mumbled. Then he shifted, turning in Sean's lap so he was straddling his hips and resting his head in the crook of his neck.
Sean didn't know what to do with his hands. He contemplated for a moment, settling them on Daniel's cheeks. He let out a deep sigh through his nose, his cock reawakening between his and Daniel's stomachs.
"So, is that called cum too, then?" Daniel asked, catching Sean by surprise.
"Whaddaya mean?"
"I mean, you said the gooey stuff is called 'cum', but also, when you shoot it, you say you're 'gonna cum'," Sean flushed red, completely unaware that he ever said such a thing when jacking off next to Daniel. "So, is it called the same thing, then?"
"Uh, yes and no," Sean said, gently squeezing his enano's cheeks. "They both have a lot of names, but yeah, they're both called 'cum'. Well, actually, the gooey stuff is called 'cum', shooting it is called 'cumming'. Doing what you did, making yourself cum, is called 'jacking off'. Make sense?"
"I guess," Daniel said, pushing himself just that little closer to Sean that he pressed his flaccid member right up against Sean's solid one. Sean bit his lip, his hand grasping Daniel's cheeks tighter.
"Have you…done it before?" Sean asked, trying to focus on anything but Daniel's body pressing against his boner.
"Yeah, a few times. Mostly when you fall asleep after shooting cum up your belly." Daniel giggled, wiggling his hips, forcing a light moan from Sean. "You okay?" he asked, pulling back a little panicked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, enano. Just, you pressing against squirming against me like that, well it…" Sean looked anywhere but at Daniel and vaguely gestured down between his legs. "Made it feel good."
"Huh. Sorry?" Daniel cocked his head to the side, trying to catch Sean's eye.
"It's okay. I think we should get out now, though."
"Okay." Daniel pressed on Sean's shoulders as he stood up, his little cock right in Sean's face again. And he couldn't look away from it. Daniel caught him looking again right as he made to move away. But seeing where Sean's gaze was directed, he stood still and looked down, watching Sean watch him.
Sean's heart pounded so fast it felt like it wasn't beating at all. He could only look, only yearn. He leaned closer, his hands trailing up Daniel's legs until he was holding his thighs. He was so close now that his parted lips breathed warm air onto his little brother's shaft.
"Sean?"
Sean's head snapped up to look at Daniel so fast it made his neck crick.
"Yeah?"
"I, um, I dunno what you wanna do, but…you can do it." Daniel put his hands behind his back, his cheeks pink. It was his turn not to know where to look. He wasn't sure what these feelings were, physical or otherwise. But he did know that Sean wouldn't hurt him. Sean was always looking out for him even though Daniel was the one with powers.
It went without saying that Daniel trusted Sean with his life, let alone with his cock.
"Okay, Daniel. Just promise me you'll stop me if you don't like it, okay? Promise."
Their eyes caught, there was a spark, and Daniel nodded. Sean nodded back and lowered his head to look right at Daniel's cock once again.
He leaned in, lips parted, breath hot. Daniel bit his lip when Sean first kissed it. His member was small enough that his big brother's lips could cover almost all of it with no issue. Then Sean opened a wider and took everything, tip, shaft, and balls, into his mouth.
Daniel let out a breath of his own, his hands moving to Sean's unruly locks as a new sensation started to spark in his cock. He sucked his lips in and moaned when Sean actually sucked on it. Actually sucked!
That feeling of build up in the pit of his guts that Daniel felt when he stroked himself was happening again, only faster, stronger, and more intense than before!
"Sean," he moaned, his fingers tightening in his brother's hair, his head going back as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Tepid water shifted around his calves as Sean moved up onto his knees and his hands held Daniel's ass cheeks again.
Sean then started to push and pull on Daniel's ass, making him gyrate his hips in time with himself going up and down on his little brother's shaft.
"God, Sean!" Daniel moaned again, his stiff little cock starting to spasm and spark in Sean's mouth. He grit his teeth, his chest starting to heave as the tell-tale signs that he was about to cum showed themselves.
But even in the throws of new pleasure, Daniel knew what was gonna happen when he came. And if he didn't control it, he knew he was going to hurt his brother. So, Daniel brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on his knuckle. And as he did, Sean started to go faster on him, faster and hotter and wetter! He could feel his big brother's tongue going up and down, pressing on his tip. He could feel his lips tightening around his shaft, faster and faster, harder and harder until-
"Sean!"
The water behind Daniel cascaded up the wall, his hands pulled hard on Sean's hair, forcing his cock as far into his brother's mouth as it would go, and his body pulsed and trembled as orgasm flooded through him. Again.
Daniel collapsed into Sean's arms, who held him close, pressing their warm, wet bodies together as Daniel recovered. Then Daniel moved all the water back into the tub with Sean's chiding encouragement. The bath was drained, the brothers rinsed, towelled, and then they were lying on their bed.
It all happened so fast for Sean, who was still reeling from having sucked his enano off. He actually did it, sucked Daniel off until he came. He could still feel his little cock in his mouth, where it'd fit just right. He could still feel that spot on his palette where his tip poked when fully in. He ran Daniel's moans over and over again in his head, reimagined how it felt to have him humping into his face.
Sean ran his fingers over his lips, pressed his index against the lower and closed his eye, imagining it was Daniel again.
"Hey Sean?"
"Hm?" He was snapped from his daydream. Sean looked down at his little brother, still naked, on his side, smiling up at him.
"I'm glad you did that." Daniel then leaned up and pressed his lips to the corner of Sean's mouth.
Sean blushed. His cock dribbled a bead of pre onto his stomach.
"I, uh, me too, enano, me too." His cock ached.
"I mean, I know it's probably weird cos we're brothers, but we're not really normal, are we?" Daniel cuddled into Sean's side, his hand coming up to trace circles in his big brother's chest.
"Nope, we're the weird Wolf Brothers."
"Awoooo!" Daniel howled, right in Sean's ear.
"Hey, stop that," Sean chided with a tap to Daniel's bare rear, though he couldn't hide the smirk on his face. Daniel just giggled and rested his head on Sean's arm.
"Hey Sean?"
"Yeah?"
"I, um, I wanna see you jack off."
When Sean turned to look Daniel in the eye, his brother was looking anywhere but. He blushed himself, but also couldn't deny that he was pent-up. More pent-up than he'd been in a long while. Hell, Daniel just pressing his naked self onto him was making him hornier than anything he could imagine himself.
"Okay, it's only fair, I guess. But I'm gonna need you to move. You're on the arm I use." Daniel beamed up at him and immediately complied. He sat on his heels next to Sean's waist, his little fists balled in his lap, his eyes wide and evidently eager to watch.
Sean laid his head back and took a deep breath. He spread his legs a bit more, tugged his balls from between his thighs, and wrapped his fist around his cock. That alone made him moan. He wasn't going to last very long at all.
Sean placed the back of his free hand on his forehead as he started to slowly pump himself. Pre was already leaking down onto his fist. His eyes darted to Daniel, who was enamoured with his cock. His little brother watched as he stroked himself, watched as his tip was momentarily exposed and as his balls jostled with each stroke.
"God, Daniel," Sean whispered, bucking his hips up into his fist as images of Daniel's naked ass, the close-up of his cock and the sounds of him cumming all rushed through his head.
Daniel then looked Sean in the eye, raised himself onto his knees and spread his legs, letting Sean look at his tightly dangling boyhood. Sean's breath hitched in his throat and his stroking went even faster. Daniel snapped to look as a new, wet sound joined Sean's masturbating. His eyes went wide, his hands got dangerously close.
"Daniel, Jesus, Daniel!" Sean moaned, looking his naked brother's body up down, thinking of his cock in his mouth, his ass in his hands, his own cock buried deep between Daniel's cheeks-
Sean pressed the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle his moan. His cock convulsed, his body felt like fire, his tip exploded in ecstasy as he came, shooting a thick, creamy rope up his chest and stomach, followed by a dredge of strings pooling around his naval.
"God, Daniel." Sean's arms fell by his sides, his chest heaving, his pent-up energy evaporating. He brought a hand up and ran his fingers through Daniel's hair. "That was good," he said through a breath. "Really good."
Daniel was too busy looking at Sean's stomach and chest to reply. He'd never gotten a chance to see the gooey stuff up close before. Sean always cleaned it away in a pile of tissues or in his underwear.
He poked the pool that had collected around Sean's belly button and then poked into the navel itself. It sent a shiver down Sean's spine, but he wasn't going to stop Daniel, not after they'd come this far.
Daniel traced the pool of cum down Sean's stomach to where his limp cock lay, a dribble of cum still built up at his tip. He poked it. Sean tensed and let out a light moan. His fingers rubbed in Daniel's hair, letting him know that it was okay.
And Daniel continued, tracing cum down the underside of Sean's member, down the seam and all the way to his balls. Then he traced his way back up. All the way back to Sean's tip, then over his navel, and up to his chest, where the thickest glob of cum rested. He pressed it and smeared it out just a little.
When he was done, he looked up at Sean with a wide smile. That smile curled into a smirk when he brought his finger to lips and licked his cum-covered finger. Sean blushed and repressed the smirk that tried to break out onto his own face.
"Don't do that, enano, it's gross," he said, not meaning it at all.
"Yeah? Well, you're gonna hafta do it when I start making cum and you suck me." Daniel cuddled into Sean's side again, resting his head on his big brother's bicep and looking right into his one eye. "Right?"
"Right," Sean answered. Then his hand came up to cup Daniel's cheek. He turned onto his side too. His hand slid from Daniel's cheek to his hip and held him steady as he leaned in.
Daniel's eyes widened when his big brother pressed his lips against his own. He was tense for all of a second before he melted into it. His hand came up to rest on Sean's jaw, letting him know that this was more than okay.
"I love you, enano," Sean whispered, pressing his and Daniel's foreheads together.
"I love you too, Sean." Daniel paused and bit his lip, unsure how to put the feelings in his head and chest into words. "Please, never stop being my brother. No matter what." With that, he wrapped his arms around Sean, pressing their fronts together, smearing Sean's cum all over him. But that was far from a worry.
"Never, no matter what." Sean wrapped his arms around Daniel and turned back onto his back, holding his enano as close as he could. "No matter what."
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