***Everyone in this story is fiction and is at least 18 years old or older***
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Brothers in Arms
I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my back as my brother stood before me. His arrival was unexpected, having him here with KJ and Jason could cause a problem. My train of thought was cut off when he embraced me with a hug.
"Javi!" I said as I embraced him in a hug.
"Hey big bro, I've missed you," he said.
After we hugged I invited him inside. I kept my eyes on the bedroom door to see if Jason or KJ would pop out. I did my best to keep him away. Javi meeting the boys would be a problem.
"So, what is up?" I said sounding weird.
Javi dropped his bag on the futon, "Nothing much big bro. Currently off tour, man. Came to chill with my big bro."
"That's awesome, would love to hear about your tour, well whatever I can be told."
Javi snickered, "I have stories bro."
"Who picked you up?"
"I took a taxi, I know mom or dad wouldn't pick me up. Hey, is it cool if I could use the bathroom? Been holding it the entire ride."
"Yeah, of course. It's down the hallway."
With the bathroom being next to the bedroom, I began to panic. But after a few tense moments, I let out a sigh of relief, he went to the bathroom without issue.
With him, in the bathroom, I needed to take this time to get them out. I went to the door and opened it, I saw Jason and KJ fully clothed, they knew what was happening. I put my finger to my mouth to indicate to be quiet, they nodded and slowly walked out my room and headed towards the front door. Before they left, Jason mouthed "I'll text you" and I simply nodded.
After they left, I locked the door and out came my brother. I went to the kitchen and grabbed us some beers. We popped them open and began to drink. We spent a good three hours, and a few beers, catching up. He told me about his encounters in the middle east and the dangers he'd come across. To be honest, the military wasn't my thing. I don't think I could have been a good soldier, but my brother, on the other hand, he was made for this. He enjoyed serving his country.
With all the talking we did we lost track of time. We decided to go to sleep. I offered him my bed to sleep on, but he simply replied, "The futon is alright bro. I've slept on less."
Javi got up off the futon, "Now, if you don't mind. I would like to change."
I simply nodded as he began to undress. My brother and I had always been close, with only being two years apart. During high school, when I was starting to find myself out, he and I had experimented. I was 14 and he was 12. It was just oral at the time, eventually, I found other people to try out with, but he will always my first. As we grew up, we never did anything, even when we shared the same bed. He also never gave me shit for being bisexual, in his mind he saw it as an advantage, more sex.
Javi stood up and removed his jacket and pants, he wore a white t-shirt and white boxer briefs. My brother worked out, he wasn't super buff like wrestlers, but he was buff. Lean buff to be correct. He was always good looking but I never really bothered trying to do anything with him, but then again this was the first time seeing him like this. I got horny.