Chapter 1- With the house to themselves, Carter makes his move
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction.
It's bad how much I wanted him; how I wanted to push him down on his bed and fuck him 'til neither of us couldn't take anymore. I wanted to feel him in ways that most guys couldn't. There was no doubt that this was way more than a simple crush; I was drawn to him in more ways than I could understand. But these feelings were wrong; they were sinful. For years, I tried to push them aside and pretend that everything was okay when I knew they weren't. But feelings never went away; they only intensified as time progressed. There came a point where I knew I couldn't hide them anymore. I needed to put them out in the open and finally satisfy my long overdue urges. The day I fulfilled my cravings was the day he turned 18; they day he became a man, and none of what went on between us was anyone's business but our own. Yes, I pushed him into all of this, but not once did I feel resistance from him; he wanted it just as bad as I wanted to give it to him. That day was the start of a rollercoaster that's continued to this day and for the most part, it's still our little secret. That was the day that I fucked my brother, and since then, there's been no turning back.
I don't know when it all started; there wasn't exactly this pivotal moment when I realized that I wanted him. Growing up, there weren't many kids our age that we could play with and since we were only about four years apart, I enjoyed spending time with my brother. In many ways, we were different, but our differences complimented each other. I was a bit more serious, while he was more carefree. He was the more outgoing, constantly striking up conversations while I stood on the side. He was more creative; wanting a career in art or photography while I chose to study something more concrete like facts and figures. No matter how different we were; we were always very close and we got closer as we got older. And the closer we got, the more serious these feelings became. I loved my brother more than any family member should, and I hoped that one day I could act upon my feelings.
It was the night of Aiden's 18th birthday and we had just finished cleaning up the kitchen after eating dinner. Dad was sitting down on the couch flipping through his usual TV channels. Mom was drying off the last of the dishes. Aiden had just gone upstairs to take a phone call and I was sitting around in the living room. Just as Mom put away the last plate, the house phone rang. Surprised to be getting a call this late, she answered it. She quickly put things away and told my dad that our grandmother was brought to the hospital and was due to see a doctor. They went upstairs and got dressed as they would meet her there and ensure that everything was alright. They quickly left the house saying that they would stay at the hospital until she would be released. As the car pulled out of the driveway, I made my way upstairs towards Aiden's room. I opened the door and saw Aiden lying on his bed, talking on the phone. I could see the way his loose tank top outlined his defined chest. It took all my willpower to not just pounce on him right then and there.
He hung up the phone, sat upright and asked, "Is everything okay downstairs? It sounded pretty loud."
I walked closer to the edge of his bed and responded, "Mom got a call that grandma was in the hospital, so they left to go make sure she was okay."
Looking concerned, he asked, "Wow. Do you know if she's going to be alright?"
I reassured him, "Dad said there's nothing to be worried about, they'll probably be there for a few hours max."
Aiden sighed, "Oh that's good."
