"Jon, are you done already?" Darryl, my brother, called as he knocked on my door. I opened the door slightly inviting him in as I pulled on my shirt.
"Yea, I'm almost done. Why? Are we going to be late?"
Darryl laughed curtly, and said, "Nah! I was just thinking what took you so long", as he flopped onto my bed. I smiled as I looked at him, adjusting the collars on my shirt.
Darryl was 18, two years younger than me, but we had roughly the same build and height. Sometimes, I think we look more like twins than anything else. We had the same short brown hair, and intense gray eyes.
"So where you wanna go?" I asked.
"Hmmm. I was thinking, how about at the Hues'? I heard the steaks they serve are very good"
"Sure, you know the way?"
"Yea, I'll drive. And oh, I was thinking if we could go for a drink later? Exams are finally over and I really feel like I need to unwind a little"
I smiled and nodded. We then headed out to the car, and Darryl took the wheel. On the way to the Hues', we talked a little about miscellaneous subjects, and when the chat died down, I found myself staring at Darryl -- how he probed his elbow by the window and lean his cheek against it, and how his right hand stretched out to the steering wheel. His angular face facing straight at the road ahead and his deep gray eyes focused on the road, cautious as he always was. Darryl noticed my stare and turned toward me. "What?"
"Nothing..." I stuttered as I looked away.
I was suddenly reminded of an incident that occurred 5 years ago, when Darryl was 13, and I was 15. Mom and Dad's business picked up roughly around that time, and were starting to get busy. They were not around for us more and more, and slowly, to the point where they only return home for 2 or 3 times in half a year. Darryl was still very much attached to our parents at that age, and was a little distressed over such a change in lifestyle. That day, I retuned home from school and was heading back to my room when I heard Darryl sobbing his eyes out in his room. I went in to ask him what was wrong and tried to comfort him.
"It's so tough, Jon, I miss them. They are never around anymore..." he choked. I held him gently, running my hand through his hair.
"Darryl, you know they are doing this for us. You know they love us, and they miss us as well... They do call us every now and then..."
"I know, but it's just so hard! I miss them, I need them, Jon" he brawled as he buried his head onto my shoulder, hugging me tightly.
"You've got me, bro. You've got me. I'm always here for you."
"Really?" Darryl sniffed. I nodded affirmatively. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. A smile broke across his beautiful face as he said softly, "then I'll always be there for you too" and he hugged me again.
As I heard that, I felt my heart tug. I suddenly felt as if my chest has constricted, but I hugged Darryl back. His words moved me, and had awakened an emotion in me that I have never noticed. I was in love. In love with my own brother!
Guilt-stricken, I tried to push that feeling away. It was so very wrong to feel this way toward your own sibling, but the more I tried to ignore that feeling, the stronger it became. The first few weeks were tough for me. It was emotionally straining that I found it hard to even look at Darryl. I resented the feeling as I thought my awkward behavior might somehow or another, hurt Darryl. But the resentment I felt about the feeling soon grew into acceptance. I never once acted on my feelings, but was just glad that Darryl and I were close. In fact, we got closer as time passed.
"Well, we're here!" Darryl chirped as he pulled up at a parking lot and we got into the café. It was a rather casual, yet classy café, I would say. We placed orders on steaks, and chatted through dinner, mostly about football, the recent exams, girls, and so on.
After we were done, we went to a bar we frequent and ordered some scotch. We talked some more, and soon, the booze took effect. He was soon talking about some stupid stunt a friend of his pulled and failed miserably.
"And... and... and you know what happened?" Darryl said as he laughed. "He fell on his face! I bet that was the most embarrassing thing ever! In front of the girl he was trying so hard to get!"
I burst out laughing, giggling so hard at what he said that my stomach hurt. We continued talking about dumb things till it was pretty late and we decided to go home. Since our house was just nearby, we walked home instead of driving, just to play safe.
Once home, I headed for the showers. It was a habit of mine -- no matter how shit-faced I am, I have to shower before I hit the sack. It was different for Darryl, though, for by the time I got out from the showers, he was already fast asleep in his room. His door was opened slightly, and I went in just to check on him.
I crept closer to him. Though the shower sobered me up a little, the next thing I did was definitely an effect of the shots of scotch I had earlier the evening. I caressed Darryl's smooth cheek, and was soon on top of him. I leaned in and gingerly pressed my lips onto his slightly opened ones. My tongue dug deep into his mouth, twirling and rolling against his tongue. A moan escaped his mouth as I continued kissing him. My hand soon ran down his chest and under his half-unbuttoned shirt, stroking his defined pectorals. Darryl stirred a little and woke up.
"What the..!" he yelled as he tried to push me away.
"Jon! What are you doing?" he shrieked as I moved on to kiss and lick his ear. I started to tweak his nipple sensually.
"Jon...! Ah... ummm...! St... Stop!" he said breathily. I pressed my hips down onto him and started to hump him frantically, the material of our clothes rubbing hard onto each other.
"Ahh... hah...! Ummm!" Darryl moaned as I continued humping him, playing with his nipple, and started to nibble onto the sensitive ear lobe. But when my hand started to travel down onto his groin, he yelled, "Get off of me!" and pushed me off, hard.
His left hand flew to his right shoulder as if to protect himself as he panted. He glared at me and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?" His anger and confusion clearly etched in his beautiful gray eyes.
I fell silent for a moment, suddenly realised what I have done. I looked down onto the more forgiving floor.
"Darryl, I... I... I'm sorry, man. I think it was the booze or something... I... didn't mean to..." I stuttered and trialed off. He continued glaring at me. "But... I really couldn't help it. I saw you sleeping, and I don't know what got into me... I... have something I think I should let you know"
