Sorry haven't posted anything in a while. Was recovering from surgery & started going back to school.
As always, feedback is welcome!
**Any sexual activity happened with characters 18 or older**
Jon always felt out of place in his own family.
He was the older brother, handsome with reddish brown hair and green eyes that looked turquoise in the right light. He wasn't skinny, but not obviously muscled. He was lean and firm from swimming laps in the family's backyard pool. Jon wore his hair long with side swept bangs that always seemed to hang in his eyes. Instead of going out with friends, Jon preferred to be alone - spending his time drawing or losing himself in television and movies.
Hidden away in his room on the third floor, pencil and paper in hand, sketching anything he saw. At times Jon felt like his parents didn't know he existed.
Jon's invisibility wasn't an issue. His parents had - as Jon referred to him - The Golden Child.
His brother Jim was 2 years younger. His parents favored him, and as much as they tried, did a poor job of hiding it. He had brown eyes and light brown hair streaked with blonde. He kept it short and tightly cropped to his head - easier to keep under a helmet or hat and easier to maintain when he sweat. He was muscled from weight training and playing sports. Jim was popular and always seemed to be traveling with an entourage. While Jon sought solitude, he always thought his brother would implode without someone nearby to massage his ego.
Jim loved all sports, but they weren't only Jim's passion, it was the Wolfe family pastime. Jim played baseball and football, his father coached the teams every league as Jim got older - eventually helping train him at home once he hit high school - and his mother took charge of every fundraiser imaginable. While everyone was at the fields cheering on Jim, Jon was home waiting.
Jon was left feeling Jim was the son his parents always wanted.
Their mother planned out their futures for them before high school even began. Jon was going to college to study accounting - a stable job always in demand - because the career in art he dreamed of was unrealistic. Jim was going to learn a trade - his Mother believed his grades weren't good enough for college - so his mother chose carpentry. He could play sports in local leagues but any hopes of a professional career were squashed. No questions. Not open for discussion.
Jon took out student loans and worked two jobs to pay for college - he was assistant manager at a high end gift shop in the mall and worked as a front end supervisor at Bridges, a local department store.
Jim worked with a local construction company apprenticing his trade, working towards the goal of joining the union and living his life as a carpenter. He played weekend warrior baseball with a small team, Philly Phire and small club soccer wIth FC Liberty. Jim had a steady girlfriend and his mother expected marriage.
Neither young man was pursuing their dreams. Neither one was happy.
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"Jonathan, take your bags upstairs" his Mother called from the front porch - her hand propping open the screen door "you can set them down in your old room."
Ugh... he groaned out loud. His old room. He had nobody to blame but himself - no one forced him to move back home.
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Jon's father passed away two years ago. His aunt - worried that his mother still wasn't coping with being alone - persuaded him to come back home.
Jim had selfishly moved out almost quicker than his Father's casket was lowered into the ground. He rented a small apartment across town with his childhood girlfriend Rayna, leaving their Mother alone right away.
Jon could only afford to be away a short time - he had school and two jobs to get back to - he needed to head home quickly.
In hindsight, things happened fast - everyone resuming their lives - except their Mother.
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"Oh, by the way, Jim and Ray are coming for dinner tonight!" she announced almost giddy. "Both my boys home together again."
Jon forced a smile. He was 21 now and still harbored the same resentments to his family he did as a teenager. Nothing changed. He had to leave school - 6 months and not a day longer he promised himself - while his brother worked a menial construction job nearby. Why was he summoned back? Why was his life interrupted when Jim could have easily moved home instead?
"Great Mom" Jon said flatly. He no more wanted to see his brother as he would volunteer for a root canal. "I'm going upstairs to unpack my things." He headed to his old bedroom, pretty much the same as he left it before he went off to Boston. It was inevitable he'd cross paths with Jim, but fuck - already - his first night back?
While opening suitcases and unpacking boxes Jon heard a loud engine pull up. He came down to the second floor and looked out the front bedroom window. A filthy, jacked-up truck had stopped out front. Climbing from the drivers side was Jim. Jon nearly creamed himself on the spot. Jim was 19 and fucking hot, much hotter than he remembered the last time he saw him.
They hadn't been together since the funeral, Jon making sure they were never in the same place at the same time. The world still revolved around Jim, but Jon made sure his orbit was never synced with his brother.
Jim walked up to the house, his normal short cropped hair replaced by a wild mane of curly, bushy light brown hair. He was clean shaven, except for a shadow of light stubble. Wearing torn jeans, a plaid flannel shirt - even though it was July - opened almost all the way down, and brown work boots.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Jon wondered what happened to his brother. He also wondered why his cock was getting hard! It was his brother for sure, but he looked like he just stepped off a porn set - playing the hunky repair man whose broke customer couldn't pay. Ready to fuck the poor bastard raw.
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Jon always felt an attraction to his younger brother. When they were kids, hanging around the pool in the backyard, he found himself staring at Jim. He didn't understand it at the time - he chalked it up to being envious of him - but he grew to realize his brother turned him on. When their mother would call them in for dinner, she'd send them to the laundry room downstairs to take off their wet swimsuits. Jon started doing everything he could to see his brother's dick - wanting to touch it.
Warm Summer nights the boys would swim in the dark, no lights except the stars and fireflies. While their parents sat on the patio at the other end of the yard, Jon and Jim would canon ball into the pool from the deck. Inevitably, someone - looking back now it would usually be Jon - would suggest they strip and swim naked. The rush of cool water over his bare body, and being near Jim, always made him hard.
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Mom met Jim at the door "where's Rayna?" she asked.
"Umm, yeah, about that" Jim stammered "she's not coming tonight."
His Mom looked at him puzzled "why? What's going on?"
Jim just stared at the ground, he rocked back and forth on his boot heals before finally saying "Rayna kicked me out. We had a big fight and she just kicked me out."
She stared at him, that disapproving Mom look on her face "what did you do?" she groaned.
"You know Mom, I'm your son. Why do you always assume it's my fault?" Jim huffed
She laughed "I've known you for 19 years... I don't have to assume."
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Jon came downstairs pretending not to have heard anything.
"Jim. Nice to see you." He was lying of course, but out of respect for his Mother he wasn't going to be rude.
His brother replied in the same cold tone, probably for the same reason "you too."
