Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Lincoln lays awake and stares at a mosquito which has been quietly hanging upside down in the middle of his ceiling for a couple of days. It's not what he's looking at, however, that keeps him awake. It's the soft squeaking of his brother's bed in the room next to him. It's unmistakable. The sharp noises cutting through the silence of the night like a razor blade. He wonders if his parents, who sleep on the other side of the hall, can hear it too.
His pants rise. His dick grows fast at the thought of what is causing the squeaking. Lincoln knows it's wrong, but besides himself his right-hand descents down his stomach under the band of his boxer and wraps around his rock-hard shaft. He slowly jerks the skin down from the bulb. God that feels good. The squeaking intensifies, and his wrist orchestrates the pace with which his fingers move over the pole. Faster. Even faster. He can feel the dry edge of his mushroom head start to burn but he can't stop. He has to keep going. He has to... three ropes of thick, creamy cum squirt onto his belly. His head buries deep into his pillow as his chin aims up at the mosquito. The squeaking slows down and comes to a halt. Lincoln loves cumming at the same time as his brother.
***
The next morning feels different. Lincoln isn't sure why, but he feels a tension at the kitchen table he cannot place. As if suddenly, for the first time, his attraction for his brother has grown outside of the confines of the nightly jerk sessions that have become routine this summer. Lincoln doesn't know why he never heard the squeaking before that, but early in June one night it started. The next night he could place what it was and by the third he used it as a score to his own orgasms.
He looked at his brother. Kelvin is as cliché as they come. Where Lincoln is skinny regardless of how many weights he lifts, with long legs and arms, Kelvin is a jock. At 21 he's two years Lincoln's senior, playing basketball in college and with a body that shows it. He's not broadly built like a football player, but he has muscular arms with well rounded biceps. His waste is thin without an ounce of fat. And his thighs are huge. Strong enough to crush a watermelon. Kelvin also always wears a hat backwards. Lincoln knows it's to cover a bold spot already growing on the back of his head, but it looks purposefully masculine this way.
"Can Ashley stay over?" Kelvin asks more as a statement than an actual question, while chewing with his mouth full. Any tension Lincoln feels evaporates. Yeah, no, this is still is empty headed brother; nothing attractive about him. This is the same guy whose parents caught him fucking a grapefruit when he was a teenager. Lincoln rolls his eyes.
"Don't be jealous faggot," Kelvin says, loud enough to make it hurt but not even acknowledging Lincoln with so much as a look.
"What did Lincoln say about using that word," their father says well-meaning but still pretty indifferent while trying to read the newspaper on his phone.
"Ashley can spend the night if you stop being a bone head," their mother quips as she gives Kelvin a friendly pat on the head. Kelvin laughs. He can get away with literally anything.
Lincoln has been out for years. Since he played with Barbies really. It took him fourteen years after that to acknowledge he liked boys, but ultimately everyone always knew. Partly because Kelvin had been reminding everyone since they were kids. Kelvin was what you would call "tolerant". He had often beat up Lincolns bullies in high school if they so much as teased him, but he felt as an older brother he could tease him all he wanted. He didn't care that Lincoln, as he said himself "liked it in the ass" as long as he keeps it to himself.
Lincoln did. He could hide his feminine features or his spontaneous sing-a-longs to Ariana Grande but he never had a boyfriend. To the outside world, Lincoln was gay only in expression. He was just a single guy really. Not that he was a virgin. They lived in a small town but it was next to a highway. Lincoln had met up with strangers, often straight older men simply looking for unloading, through online for years. He had been fucked in the back of a truck, behind the old post office, in the grass up the hill and once by a risky dude who got off on that sort of thing: in the middle of the main street. Still, Lincoln never really liked those hook ups. He longed to be loved, looked in the eyes, held with intimacy. Not be a cum dump for a lonely trucker with a wife and kids.
Lincoln didn't say anything as he passive aggressively cleaned up his plates and left the kitchen.
"Come on it was a joke!" he heard Kelvin proclaim, more annoyed than sorry. Lincoln was already over it. He was over everything.
***
On the television a boring game show was entertaining Lincolns parents as he looked at Kelvin and Ashley secretly making out on the back porch. His parents must have seen it but chose to ignore it. Lincoln wondered if they'd done the same if he had brought one of his truckers home.
"We're heading upstairs, y'all have a goodnight," Kelvin announced as they walked back in.
"Goodnight!" giggled Ashley. Lincoln didn't want to hate her. From all the girls Kelvin had brought home she was the only one who never commented on his hair products or carefully chosen outfits. But she was so damn perky. What does anyone have to be happy about coming to a remote town like this?
"I'm heading up too," Lincoln said, telling himself it wasn't because he was trying to cockblock his brother.
