****The following story is a work of fiction and all characters are 18 and over****
****This was meant to be a two part story, but decided to put it all in one. I hope you enjoy****
It was the 4th of July weekend and my parents were all too happy. Not because of the holiday itself, but the fact that my older brother, Aiden, was coming home from the military. He had joined the service two years ago and we hadn't seen him in over a year. Only through Skype calls. My parents wrote to him weekly and even sent him photos of things we did. I, of course, missed my brother as well. We thankfully had a great relationship and rarely fought with each other. He always looked out for me as an older brother should.
Aiden was two years older than me, 20 years old. I am 18 years old. Aiden was the only person in my family that knew I was gay. I came out to him back in high school after I got bullied. He chose to keep my secret from my parents until I came out to them. After that, Aiden made sure no one bullied me at school. He was very popular and a well liked guy in high school, so people respected him.
My dad had gone to pick him up from the airport while my mother and I stayed home. I helped her clean and get the food ready. It was going to be a BBQ, just the four of us.
The front door to the house opened and in walked Aiden with a big smile on his face. Aiden stood at 6 feet 2 inches in height. His hair was buzz cut but normally he had blond hair to compliment his sea blue eyes. He also had high cheekbones that made his smiles always lovely to see. He used to be really pale but it seems now he is tan.
My mother practically ran to him and fell into his arms, she squeezed him as she cried in joy.
After my mother was done, Aiden and I hugged. He held me tight and said, "I missed you so much, Luke."
"Me too, Aiden."
My father began cooking the food while me, mother and Aiden sat down at the table. Aiden began telling us the many things he experienced out in the desert. He made sure to not tell my mother the details of the gun fights they had. But my brother was so brave, I was so proud of him.
When the food was served, my father raised his glass of beer, "To Aiden, for serving our country proud!"
My mother and I raised our glass and repeated what my father had said, Aiden smiled and raised his saying, "Thank you," the four glasses touched and we drank, then ate.
When the night came, the yawns came as well. My father being the first one to yawn. He had spent the majority of his working years waking up at 5am, so it was natural that he would be sleepy at 10 pm. My mother usually went to sleep around the same time. Me, I stayed up later, until 11 sometimes even later.
As we brought in everything my father finally told Aiden the problem with his room. A problem that started a few days ago. "Oh, Aiden, um, I forgot to mention that the bathroom pipe burst and the water went into your room."
"Oh, you could have mentioned that earlier dad," Aiden said jokingly.
The four of us laughed.
"I've been trying to fix it," my dad said.
"I told him to just call a plumber," my mother said.
"Mary Anne! I can fix it!" my father said, nearly yelling.
"It's okay, Dad. It's no worries. I can stay in Luke's room, if that's okay," Aiden said turning to me.
"Of course it is."
With that out of the way, my father and mother retired to their bedrooms while Aiden took his stuff upstairs to my room.
"Wow!," Aiden said looking around, "I see your collection of posters have grown."
I grew up loving movies and posters. In the house before this, Aiden and I shared a room together so I didn't have much space for my own stuff. But now I did and I made sure to fill up all the wall space with posters.
"So let me guess, you're going to use the ceiling next?" Aiden said.
"Only if dad doesn't let me use your room," I said as a joke.
"Hey!" Aiden said laughing.
"I joke, yeah I'm going to use the ceiling."
I went to my closet and took out a blanket and began setting it up on the floor next to the bed, "What are you doing?" Aiden said.
"Making my place to sleep. You can have the bed."
"What? And have you sleep on the floor? Nah bro, your bed is big enough for both of us. Besides, I've slept next to guys back in the desert."
"Well, if you're cool with it, why not."
Aiden then opened his bag and told me he was going to shower in the downstairs bathroom. While he was gone, I made the bed for both of us. It had been years since we slept in the same bed. When we first got the last house, we slept in the same bed. Which we didn't care about, but our parents did end up buying a second bed for the same room.
When I was first finding out that I was gay, I did have a mild curiosity about Aiden. But at the time, I was so new to it all and I was afraid if I did something with him, he would tell my parents. But like I said before, Aiden was the only family that knew I was gay. Despite that, I still had never done anything with him. I knew it was bad, but there were times I did fantasize about it.
I had my share of boyfriends over the years, but they were short relationships that never went anywhere. It was sometimes troublesome to keep it all hidden. When Aiden was last here, he always backed me up when it came to going out. Like, when I would sneak out he would always cover me. The relationship between me and him was unique. I had seen other siblings just constantly fighting with each other, but Aiden and I were something else.
My thoughts came to an end when Aiden walked back into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, "That was a good shower," he said tossing his clothes on the ground, "So it's pretty hot tonight, you mind if I sleep in my underwear?"
"Go right ahead, I've been doing the same," I said, not realizing what I got myself into.
I was already in bed in my shorts. Aiden, removed the towel and began to dry himself even further. This gave me a look at his body. He was thin with a six pack and his shoulders were well sculpted. He also had a nice butt inside those grey boxer briefs he wore.
Aiden climbed into bed. I reached over to the lamp and turned it off, then I removed my shorts and shirt and slipped under the sheets. Aiden had his own sheets but chose to not sleep with them on.
