Brother Nightingale

After six weeks of relentless itching and discomfort, the time finally came. Timmy's casts, the heavy prisons around his limbs, were about to come off. The doctor warned him to be careful--his bones were still healing--but they'd set in the right place, and soon, he'd have his freedom.

On the way back from the hospital, Timmy's mind and body buzzed with excitement. No more awkward shifting to avoid putting pressure on his arms. No more lying helpless while Frank played nurse. He'd finally be able to do things with and to his brother.

They could cuddle, their bodies pressing together without the barriers of plaster and padding. He could touch Frank the way he wanted to, reciprocating all the things his older brother did to him. He could... he could try new things!

The thought sent a thrill through him, but laced with a flicker of nervousness. What if he messed it up? What if things didn't feel as natural when he could finally give back? Timmy swallowed hard, his palms damp.

But then he imagined Frank smiling at him--warm, reassuring. He always knew exactly how to make Timmy feel safe. The nervousness dissolved into a quiet hum of anticipation.

For his whole life, his parents had kept them in a cage. Rules that felt suffocating, the constant judgment, the insistence that they had to be a certain way--it had always loomed over them, heavy and unyielding. Then came the accident, and his injuries locked him in a different prison. Even as he tasted freedom for the first time--with Frank's touch, Frank's love--but trapped in his broken body, he couldn't fully grasp the life he wanted.

But now? Now he could feel the bars cracking, the walls crumbling. He'd glimpsed the world outside the cold metal bars of Mormonism, and he knew he could never go back. The freedom he'd found, the joy of being close to his sexy big brother. He wasn't sure what waited ahead, but he knew he wanted to reach for it.

"So," Frank said as he drove them home from the hospital, his tone light but curious. "What's the first thing you'd like to do?"

Timmy blushed, a smile tugging at his lips. "A nice long shower."

He imagined the warm water flowing over his skin, easing the stiffness, washing away the hospital scent--making him feel clean again for the first time in weeks.

Frank glanced at him, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Want company?"

Timmy's blush deepened, his throat tightening. "You could... help me," he said softly, swallowing his nerves. "Doctor says to be careful."

Frank winked.

They stepped out of the car, their eyes locking.

Just outside their apartment, keys jingling in Frank's hands, they tangled in a passionate kiss.

A gasp.

They froze, scanning their surroundings.

"Mom." Frank's voice cracked.

Timmy turned, and his breath caught in his chest.

Their mother's eyes darted between them, her mouth open.

"W-w-w-what--" She swallowed, her throat dry, as if coated in sand. "I-I-I--" She shook her head, brows furrowing, eyes sharp with disbelief.

Her jaw clenched, teeth bared. The air scratched through her nose in a sharp breath. Without another word, she threw up her hands and stomped away.

Timmy lunged after her, but Frank held him back.

Their eyes burned.

Timmy turned to his brother, searching his face. "She--" His voice broke. "She wasn't supposed to find out like this."

Frank swallowed hard. "She would have eventually."

Timmy pressed his lips together. "But I... I didn't want--"

"Didn't want to disappoint her?" Frank asked.

Pain twisted Timmy's features. He looked away, then nodded.

Frank cupped Timmy's face, gently pulling him back. "I don't care what she--or anyone else--thinks." His voice softened. "You're special to me."

Timmy's lips trembled at the corners.

"You regret this?" Frank asked.

Timmy's eyes filled with resolve. "No."

Frank dabbed his lips against Timmy's.

The keys jingled in Frank's hand. "Come on."

As soon as the front door clicked behind them, the air shifted. Frank's arms were around Timmy in an instant, pulling him close, their mouths colliding in a desperate, hungry kiss. Timmy clung to him, his fingers tangling in Frank's shirt as their lips parted and their tongues met, playful and electric.

Frank tugged Timmy's shirt off with one swift motion, his hands grazing Timmy's bare sides as he stepped back to kick off his shoes. Timmy reached for Frank's waistband, but his heel caught the edge of the TV stand, making him stumble.

"Whoa," Frank said, steadying him with a grin.

Timmy's laugh was breathless as Frank drew him into another kiss, slower this time, their bodies pressing together. Stripped down to their underwear, their hands roamed freely, fingers exploring bare skin as their hips ground against each other.

Timmy gasped at the friction, the heat of Frank's body against his own, sending shivers down his spine. Their bulges rubbed heavily, and Timmy let out a soft moan as Frank's teeth nibbled down his jawline.

Waves of prickling goosebumps washed over Timmy as if tasting something sweet for the very first time. Oh how he'd longed to be touched like this, by Frank, to feel their bodies against each other. A cool wetness tingled at his hip as his achingly hard cock leaked.

The two brothers yanked their own underwear to the floor.

Traveling past the toilet where everything started, Timmy filled with strange gratitude. He had survived. He had someone like Frank to care for him. And strangest of all, his injuries had opened the door for this special connection.

They stepped into the shower. Frank drew the curtain and, without breaking the kiss, reached behind Timmy to twist the water knobs.

The gush of warm water sprayed Timmy. He released a deep sigh as a shiver climbed up his spine and he looked down at Frank's gorgeous cock. His eyes followed the thick vein emerging from the base as it webbed into smaller blue paths under his circumcision scar to the ridge of the corona, then to the glassy smooth head. The sight of Frank's cock never failed to arouse him. Timmy clasped Frank's manhood with one hand, cupping the heavy balls with the other. He'd waited so long for this. Its warmth and weight felt even better in his hands than he imagined. The smooth skin, and rigidity between his fingers, the heat of his sack and taint all for his freshly free fingers to caress and explore. He lifted his eyes, peering wistfully at his big brother's face.

Frank sighed, his moans low and content.

Timmy jacked Frank's thick shaft before he grabbed the body wash bottle, pumped a few globs into his hand, and rubbed them together until the suds thickened. His hands slid over Frank's smooth, broad chest, spreading the lather in slow, deliberate figure eights. The memory of his big brother's hands sliding over his nipples burned hot in Timmy's mind. He wanted his big brother to feel what he did when Frank sponged him, the warmth of the water, the caress of his hands.

Timmy kneaded the tension in Frank's shoulders, marking the feel of each muscle as it gave way to the next. They'd wrestled before, even sucked each other, but this was Timmy's first time touching his brother like this. He prayed it would never end.

Frank's heart raced as Timmy's hands moved to his chest, gliding over his stiff nipples, tracing the ridge under his square pecs. The lather was warm and slick, Timmy's touch unhurried, savoring.

Timmy traveled lower, navigating the valleys between each of Frank's abdominals, caressing both obliques, rounding the curves of his hips, breath hitching.

Frank's face burned, body buzzing. He pulled his little brother closer, pressing his lips against Timmy's neck. His muscular arms squeezed Timmy against his broad chest before exploring the little brother's back.

Timmy swallowed hard, his body quaking as his big brother's hands ventured lower, caressing the soft curve of his cheeks. A mix of fear and desire spread deep in his gut. He wanted it, but how badly would it hurt? Frank would be gentle, right? Was it even gentleness he wanted or something closer to what his brother gave Derek? Maybe he needed both. The thought sent a shiver from his groin to his scalp.

Eyes closed, Frank stepped back into the steam. Timmy watched in rapture. Frank's hair danced in the flow as the water gushed over his forehead, nose and lips, pushing the suds past his thick, strong neck. Between his pecs, the water rushed like a white river. The flow bubbled past his navel and rushed as if magnetized to the base of his stiff cock, finally forming a spout from his low hanging sack.

Frank rolled his neck from side to side, then turned and lifted his arm, rinsing his pit, then the same for the other. He swept his hands down his chest and over his stomach before giving his shaft and balls a thorough rinse. He peeked through the water with one eye and smiled at Timmy.

Turning to the soap and pumping some into his hand, Frank asked Timmy to turn, facing away from him. Frank applied the fresh lather to Timmy's skin, finally with access to every inch.

Frank rubbed each arm, all the way down to Timmy's hands, massaging them. A new thing for Timmy. He'd never had a professional massage, and didn't realize a hand massage was even a thing, nor did he expect it to feel so nice. Next, Frank rubbed his shoulders, inching his way from back to front, lower... lower.

Frank's thick fingers slipped between his cheeks and grazed his hole. Timmy gasped, instinctively spreading his legs and leaning into it. The older brother traced ever smaller gentle circles around Timmy's entrance, drawing closer to the center and adding pressure. Timmy bucked when Frank's fingertip pushed into him and sighed as he relaxed.

Frank leaned over Timmy's shoulder as his little brother turned to his face. They kissed as Frankie lightly fingered Timmy.

The sensations radiated across Timmy's body. His big brother played his body like a seasoned musician, hitting all the right notes with perfect meter.

Their lips separated, and Frank pulled his little brother back into the warm water. Frank swooped his finger against the lining of Timmy's anus, ever so gently stretching the tight hole.

The little brother nudged against Frank's finger, but Frank prevented it from going deeper. He wanted them both to savor Timmy's first time.

With a thorough rinse, the nob squeaked at the twist of Frank's hands, the flow of water slowing to a drip, giving his little brother a reassuring peck on the lips.

Frank grabbed a towel for each of them, and Timmy's mouth watered, watching his brother sensually draw the cloth over his defined muscles.

Timmy fell to his knees, hungry for his big brother's meat. He forced himself onto it, slurping. Frank's cock felt just as incredible in his mouth, but now he could explore with his hands, as well. The cockhead, so warm and smooth, his pre-cum intoxicating, addicting. Timmy bobbed furiously on Frank's leaking cock.

"Woah." Frank nudged Timmy's crown gently. "Not yet." Frank's smile was warm and reassuring.

Gaze glued to his brother's spit-sopped shaft, Timmy's tongue reached out, desperate to feel and taste it again.

Frank lifted his brother. Timmy wrapped his legs around his brother's hips as their lips collided. Frank walked, carefully carrying his little brother, his leaking cock pinned against the base of his little brother's. He maneuvered past the vanity and through the bathroom door to the edge of the bed.

Frank leaned forward, tipping Timmy's back against the sheets.

Frank broke their kiss, moving to Timmy's neck, then his chest, where he lapped at his little brother's nipples, sucking and teasing.

Timmy's whole body vibrated with anticipation. What would happen next? Would he take me? Give me a blow job like always?

Frank placed soft little kisses down Timmy's stomach and lapped at the pool of pre-cum accumulating in his navel. "Mmm, so good."

Timmy whimpered as Frank worked him with his mouth and tongue, the shaft bending just before his cock plunged beyond the curve of his big brother's throat, then stopped and lifted Timmy's legs up, exposing his little brother's ring to the air.

Frank knelt, mouth dipping below Timmy's view, kissing just under his little brother's sack, then a wet tonguing kiss lower.

Timmy bit his lip. A sharp inhale as Frank placed a soft kiss on his hole. From taint to top of sacrum, the older brother took a wide, gliding lick between Timmy's cheeks, then twisted ninety degrees, retracing the same path back to Timmy's balls.

Sucking the stiffened root of Timmy's cock between sack and taint, Frank opened his mouth and pressed lightly with his teeth.

Timmy gasped, body quaking. A glob of silky pre-cum oozed from the little brother's rock hard dick.

Frank savored the earthy sweet flavor and aroma of Timmy's freshly washed skin, the sparse texture of short hairs sliding over his taste buds. He swallowed a gush of saliva, and clutched the back of Timmy's knees, pressing thighs against stomach, lifting his little brother's ass higher. Like a thirsty dog, he tongued Timmy's hole.

The little brother writhed and moaned. He could sense every bump on Frank's tongue. Bearing down, Timmy's hole relaxed.

Frank flexed his tongue and forced it deeper, the tip teasing the area just beyond Timmy's tight ring.

Timmy convulsed, losing control of his body. Under Frank's spell, the little brother knew he was powerless. He wanted Frank to use him--use him until he couldn't hold back. If getting fucked felt anything like this--how could--how could he bear the absence of Frank's cock?

A emptiness welled in Timmy's stomach that he was sure only Frank could fill. Oh, how badly Timmy wanted his big brother to take him, to deflower him. Still, his big brother's mouth on him, his powerful hands in control like this. How could he want that to end?

Timmy's thoughts fractured with the onslaught of sensations. The anxiety about the future, and the penetration melted. There was nothing else. No future, no past, just him and his brother, in this perfect moment.

Timmy floated on the cloud of Frank's rimming for what could have been mere seconds, minutes, or even hours.

The sweet caress of his big brother's tongue stopped. A moment later, Frank's index finger prodded at his brother's entrance. Timmy jolted, gasping.

The slick finger nudged past the tight muscle. Timmy relaxed and basked in this fresh sensation. Involuntarily, he flexed around Frank's finger.

Frank whispered, "relax."

Timmy drew a deep breath, releasing it with a hiss.

Frank tapped something inside Timmy. The little brother's cock bounced.

"What--what was?" Timmy asked.

Frank grinned.

He tapped it again.

"God." Timmy said.

Another finger joined Frank's index. Timmy winced, teeth grit.

Frank sawed in and out of Timmy with care.

Timmy relaxed again, breath softening.

"I want to be inside you." Frank said, his voice soft, pleading. "Can I--?"

"Please!" Timmy said, finally blurting out permission for what he'd wanted, fantasized about for weeks.

Frank knelt at the base of the bed, bending Timmy until their faces met. They kissed, Frank's pre-cum dripping cock humping back and forth between Timmy's cheeks.

Timmy's eyes widened as Frank's tip pushed against his prepped hole. A final anus flex was no match for the slick hard rod. Frank slipped in an inch.

Timmy's entire body stiffened, his ass aflame with pain and pleasure.

Frank waited, letting the virgin hole adjust.

When his little brother relaxed again, he pressed anew. The hardest part was over. Timmy accepted Frankie's cock as it slowly slid in, teeth gritting, eyes closed tight. His tight hole burned, stretching to accommodate the girth.

Frank's hips met Timmy's cheeks. The brothers moaned together. Frank leaned forward again and kissed his little brother, their tongues dancing.

Frank pulled away and hovered over his brother's face. "I love you, Timmy."

Timmy's lower lip quivered as he searched his big brother's eyes. "I love you too."

They kissed again with more determination, more hunger.

Frank arched his back and retreated a few before diving back in. The sawing, slow at first, growing faster with every thrust.

Timmy wrapped his arms tight around Frank's shoulders. The flex of Frank's abs slid against Timmy's cock with each deep thrust.

The stimulation of Frank's stomach and the assault on his prostate threw Timmy over the edge. He cried out, whipping ropes of cum all over his chest and stomach.

Timmy gasped, heaving for breath. A pleasant soreness ached with each pulse that tightened his ring around his brother's powerful thrusts. Stars glittered at the edge of his eyes.

With a sigh, he let go of what felt like a thousand fears and doubts. He didn't just love his brother; he loved making love to him.

He emerged from his bliss with a new appreciation for his brother's big, hard cock, muscular body, and endurance.

"Want me to come?" Frank asked.

"No," Timmy drew a sharp breath and licked his lips. "Keep going."

The rhythm and technique of Frank's thrusts varied, hitting all the walls inside Timmy. He lingered for an extra moment when his hips tapped Timmy's ass. Frank adjusted, locking his elbows, and pressing his weight against Timmy's thighs midway. He pile-drived that tight hole, the bed's springs wrenching and squeaking.

Timmy's cock hardened once more.

"Harder!" Timmy said.

Timmy's ass reddened with the powerful slaps of Frank's hips. Before now, Timmy couldn't articulate what he wanted--needed. But now he knew he needed his brother's love and unbridled lust.

The new position hit Timmy's prostate with even greater force.

"Fuck, Frank. I'm getting close again." Timmy said, eyes wide.

Frank's tempo increased. "Me too."

The older brother grew breathless. He jammed his cock into Timmy as deep as he could force it, his throat gushing with a deep moan. Frank pulsed inside Timmy, jizz gushing deep.

A moment later, Timmy's balls and prostate contracted over and over, squirting from his slit once again. He clamped hard on Frank's cock, squeezing out the last of Frank's semen. They sat in repose, chests heaving, catching their breaths.

Slowly pulling his softening dick from his little brother.

Timmy savored the last moments of waning pressure Frank's cock gave his hole. His first--his first time--with his brother, virgin no more. It was everything he hoped it'd be, and then some. As an inexperienced boy, he couldn't have conceived. He had his Frankie to thank. No one else knew him better, knew what would make this first time as amazing as it was.

Frank crawled toward Timmy's face and kissed him with all the passion that filled his chest.

Frank rolled to Timmy's side, and they spooned naked.

Timmy's hole hummed and ached, a reminder of what they had just done.

Frank pressed a light kiss to Timmy's neck, holding his little brother tight against his chest. "It was always you."

Timmy turned slightly, questions in his eyes.

"From the day I went to your first high school swim meet," Frank said.

"The one against the Eagles?"

Frank chuckled. "Yeah."

A soft breath escaped him. "You took another piece of my heart that day." His voice tightened. He pulled Timmy closer. "But it goes back further than that... back to my earliest memories." He sighed. "God, I'm such an idiot."

Timmy clicked his tongue. "No you're not."

Frank exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hooked up with people... just because they reminded me of you."

Silence settled between them.

"I should have known," Frank admitted. "Should have realized sooner."

"Realized what, Frankie?"

"That no one--" He swallowed hard. "No one could ever replace you."

Timmy turned fully, wiping a tear from his eye before cupping Frank's cheek.