Birthday Boy

We came together this time.

I moaned like a girl, and he tried to shush me, but I was too turned on to care if anyone heard us.

My boxers got wet and sticky with cum, and my shirt was soaking wet in the back, bathed on his sweat. But I couldn't care less about the mess we've made; we've finally gotten closer as I wanted us to all along. For the first time in almost a decade, I knew what happiness was.

He let go of me and removed the hand, his hand, from my mouth. I gasped in a long breath. The tent smelled of sex, of this musky sweat and the smell of our cum mixed together and it was intoxicating.

He got off from me to lay to my side, turning me over so that we could spoon again. He didn't say a word, just covered us both with the sleeping bag and held me tight until we both fell asleep again.

I still couldn't believe what had happened. It almost felt like a dream, and I wished with all my heart for the night to last forever.

But morning came.

I woke up alone in the tent.

All his stuff was gone, and mine was already packed in a corner.

For a moment, I doubted if it had really happened. Had Max really hump me and jerk off all over me? Did I make it at all up?

But when I ran my hands over my boxers, and between my thighs, the evidence was there.

It hadn't been a dream. I was still wet on his cum and sweat.

Was it all because he was drunk? Were those his real feelings? How was I supposed to find out with him gone like this, running away from me at every chance he got?

Changing into clean clothes, I went to go look for him. I needed answers, and after what had happened that night, I made up my mind to do whatever it took to get them.

VI

"Hey there, buddy."

George greeted me as I got out of the tent. It was almost noon and everybody was gone, only he and his wife have stayed behind to wait for me by their car.

"Where's my brother? Is he gone yet?"

"He had to leave early, said he had something to do. Asked us if we could give you a ride home."

I must have looked as miserable as I felt, because they looked at me with pity and he came to pat my back as if to comfort me.

"I thought he would wait on me. I really need to talk to him, can't you take me to see him? Can you give me his number?"

"You don't have it?"

"I don't. No one would give it to me. Come on, help me out, I really gotta talk to him, it's important. Do you know where he lives? Can you take me there?'

"Sweety," Tammy came over to my side and also poised a hand on my back to calm me down. "I think it's best if you go home. Max was pretty drunk last night, he's probably hangover and in no condition to talk to you right now."

"No, you don't understand. I-"

"Oh, we understand, we understand pretty well," he said.

They looked at each other, and for the first time, I noticed how similar they looked: the same reddish hair, the same milky pale skin, the same gentle smile. And it finally dawned on me: they were brother and sister. The baby she so gently carried, the fruit of their love, a healthy beautiful child and proof enough to the world that love knew no boundaries.

"You...you two...?"

"Yes," he placed his arm around her shoulders and looked at her with adoration. "It's a long story. But If there's anyone who can understand what you guys are going through right now, that's us."

"That's why we know that the best thing you can do right now is give him some time." She added, "He needs time to accept you and his feelings. We'll try to help, but you have to be patient."

"I don't want him to run away from me again," I said. "I can't live without him."

"You should see the mess he is without you," he said. "He had it bad resisting his feelings all these years. He even thought of moving out of the country to try to forget you."

"He adores you," Tammy stroke my face, wiping off the tears rolling down my cheeks. "We want to help you guys, but for now, all you can do is be a good boy. Go home and wait."

And so I did.

I went home and waited and waited and waited. A year passed by, and fortune smiled to me again.

On my birthday, be it by luck or some friendly intervention, he agreed to spend a day alone with me.

This was my last chance, and by God, I was going to make the best out of it.

VII

"I'll be there in the afternoon. I just have to finish some things at work."

I read his message over and over, smiling to myself like an idiot. He texted for the first time ever that morning to wish me happy birthday, and when I told him I was going to be alone, he offered to come.

I spend most of the day getting ready for him. I took a long shower, and even scrubbed my skin to make it soft to the touch. I decided against shaving my whole body, seeing how much he'd like my legs before even with their fuzzy hair, but I did shaved my balls and pubes.

It was important to be ready, so my butt-hole had to be clean, lubed and warmed up. I even did the whole enema treatment to prevent any unpleasant accidents, and inserted anal trainers to keep my hole good and stretch. Not that I needed much prepping, I'd spent enough time with my dildo to be in good enough shape to take the real Max in at any moment.

My hair had grown quite a bit since we last saw each other, now it almost reached my shoulders went wet. When I blow dried it, it curled and shrink, and the way it framed my face gave a doll-like appearance that even I thought look good on me.

I put on a simple gray shirt, tight denim shorts, and Converse sneakers. It might have looked effortless but in reality, it took me hours to put this outfit together. I wanted to find the right combination of cute and slutty, and if anything, the shorts alone were revealing enough to do the job.

A little half past 2 pm, he came around.

I opened the door and there he was, handsome as ever. His deep, dark eyes barely ever met mine, but I detected a hint of surprise when he saw me and the way I dressed, and I knew he liked it.

He stood there by the door, his overall awkwardness put up a wall between us that I'd found hard to get around. But I had a plan, and damn it; I was going to make it work.

One way or another, I was going to get him to fuck me.

"Is that beer?"

I pointed out to the six-pack he was carrying. It was my favorite brand. How did he know that? How could I not melt for him when he had these little details?

"I thought you would like it. Or should I have brought a cake instead?"

I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, and took the opportunity to casually rub my crotch against his. It made him twitch and end the hug abruptly.

"I'm sorry you had to take off from work to come to see me," I said as if nothing had happened, giving him some room to enter the house. "You shouldn't have."

"I couldn't let my little brother alone on his special day. The least I could do was share a few drinks with you. We can go out if you want. Go to a bar or grab dinner somewhere else. My treat, of course."

"No, I don't feel like it. Let's stay here and play some games."

"All right. Today is your day, we'll do as you say."

I grabbed him by the arm and led him to the living room where I had laid my trap carefully: condoms, lube, and even the dildo I'd been using for practice hidden under the pillows on the couch. If I was going to get him, it had to happen here. I wasn't cunning enough to lure him to my room without him suspecting what I wanted.

I made him take a seat on this couch and turned my back on him while I stand by the TV in front of it pretending to get the x-box ready. I felt his eyes in me, measuring every inch of my body.

"You know what I would like?" I said, turning to look at him. "Can we play as we used to when we were little? I used to sit between your legs, and you would put your arms around me to help me grab the controller better. I'd like to do that again."

"Aren't we a little old for that? I mean, we are two grown men already."

"But I'm still your little brother, and I've missed you so much. You never come home and I feel so lonely all the time. Can you not humor me, at least for today?"

I handed him a controller and sat on the floor by his feet, and I pat the spot on the floor next to mine to call him over.

He grabbed a beer and took a large sip, avoiding my eyes.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"Is it because I'm gay?"

"That's not it. I just don't want to make things weird between us."

"If I wasn't gay, would you have done it?"

"I don't know."

I felt as if he was slipping out of my reach, to that place inside his heart he retreated, to shut me out and keep me away. If I didn't do something, he'd be gone forever.

He was still on the couch so I got between his legs and rested my head on one of his knees.

"Max," I said, giving him my best sorrowful look. "I know you are planning to move out of the country. You are leaving me again."

"Who told you that?"

"It doesn't matter." I rubbed my hands up and down his tights. He tried to push me away, but I didn't give in. "I'm going to be blunt here, I want you to fuck me. I always have. Please, if you want to make me happy, have sex with me right now."

"You are out of your mind!" He shoved me away. I fell to the floor and he jumped off the couch and rushed to the other end of the room to escape. "What's gotten into you? We're brothers!"

"That didn't stop you before," I said, eyeing him fiercely. "Not last year, at least, on the camping trip. I pretended I was sleeping but I just stayed still because I thought you were going to go further. And I wanted you to."

His face lost all color and he had to support his weight on the wall to prevent himself from falling.

"I...I should have never..."

"Please," my voice cracked. I was desperate, about to lose hope that my plan would work at all. "If you want me as much as I want you, make proper love to me. Just this one time. I promise I would never ask for it again."

He placed a hand on his chest and I almost feared he was getting a heart attack. I pushed myself off the floor and went to his side to hold him steady.

"I can't," he said, too weak to push me away. "I'm sorry. I'm even sorry I did that to you. I feel disgusted with myself, that should have never happened. Please forgive me."

"Why? For wanting to mess me up?" I grabbed his face in my hands and forced him to look me in the eyes, "I wanted it. I wanted you to rip my pants off and slide your dick in as deep as you could. I wanted you to own me and make me yours, I still do. There's no one I love and desire more in the whole world than you, Max. Why can't you accept me?"

"We are related, this is not right!"

"But I love you. And you said you loved me. When people love each other, isn't it natural to want their bodies as much as their hearts?"

I could not afford to waste another minute, I took all my clothes off right then and stood naked in front of him. His eyes scanned my body, his expression—a mix of angst and desire—made me feel bad for him. I hated to see him suffer, but I knew I was close. All I had to do was press a little more, insist a little further, and he'd fall right into my arms.

I pressed my body to his and kissed him on the neck, then I brought my lips to his ear and spoke softly:

"Just say that I provoked you. Lie to yourself. Tell yourself I was the one who seduced you, that it is all my fault. that you didn't want to fuck me, but I left you with no choice. Just take me now, and blame it all on me."

He caved in.

His lips met mine on a passionate, desperate kiss. His hands ran down my back and lifted me by the hips to throw me to the couch, and I knew then, he had also wanted this all along.

"You little brat," he said between kisses, getting on top of me and getting my legs high up, to rest on his shoulders. "You silly, little brat, look what you made me do. Alright, I will fuck you as you want. I'm going to mess you up tonight. This is all your fault."

His dick was massive. So thick I couldn't quite close my hand around it when I tried to grab him, and it was almost as long as my forearm.

When he finally entered me, I thought I was going to break in two.

"You are too big!" I cried. My insides stretched open with the monstrous cock, so hard and stiff, "You are breaking me! It's too much!"

He grunted and bit my earlobe, ignoring my pleas. Tears flooded my eyes, but to my surprise, they were not tears of pain: it was a pure bliss that overtook me. I forced myself to wrap my legs around his back to prevent him from pulling out.

"You are so tight, little brother," he said, his lips curled to show his clenching teeth. I couldn't get enough of the way his face betrayed how good he was feeling. "God, how many times I dream of doing this to you. I want to mess you up more and more."

"Do it, Max, do whatever you want to me!"

It hurt a little. But we couldn't stop. The pain of being apart was greater than the momentary discomfort my body was going thru.

The pain turned to pleasure, and pleasure to ecstasy until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.

"Give me more!" I kept repeating, though he was nowhere near from wanting to stop, "Ram it in deeper, harder! I want to come, please, I want to come!"

I was out of breath and my body felt like it couldn't hold him anymore. Still, I raised my hips for him to fuck me deeper. He let out a deep growl when my nails dug into his back and bit me on my neck.

I could barely recognize my voice and the moans he forced out of me. No amount of dildo practice ever got me ready for the real deal: my brother's cock felt so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Nothing could have ever compared to this stallion of a man fucking my virgin hole. Nothing and no one would have ever been enough to satisfy me from that point forward.

"Please, come inside," I begged. "Give it all to me, I want to overflow with your cum."

"I'll give it to you all you want," he said, almost out of breath. "I'll fuck you hard and break you and make you mine forever."

My body finally exploded.

I came all over myself without even having to touch my dick. The delicious way his cock hit my prostate inside was all I needed to orgasm like I never had before. I gave myself over to pleasure and I let my cum fall on my stomach while he continued to thrust my ass.

With a final growl, he came inside me as well. His hot, thick milk filled me up all the way in until it dripped from my hole onto the couch. It went in so deep, I almost felt it reaching my stomach.

He collapsed on top of me to catch his breath but didn't pull out. We weren't ready to let our bodies get apart, not now that we had finally become one.

He embraced me, and whispered in my ears the words I always wanted to hear:

"I love you, Ken. I always have. Please be mine."

"I've always been yours, you silly. Always and forever."

VIII

We made love a couple more times that evening, and then he asked me to move in with him. I packed all my things and we left our parent's house that night, never to look back again. They eventually found out about us, but I never cared about what they had to say.

We got married abroad, though I had to use a fake name to sign the marriage registry. Tammy and George were our only wedding guest, and even paid for our honeymoon.

I went back to school and finished college, and even found a job I loved as a game developer. No one in the past had had hope for me nor expected me to amount to much in life, but Max's love and support nurtured me every day and gave me the courage to face every facet of life.

He told me I was all he ever needed to feel complete, and that he was sorry it took him so long for us to get here. Of course, I forgave him right away.

Sad days are gone and we have each other. that's all that matters. We have our full lives ahead of us, and we will grow old together.

We're about to have kids now. A surrogate mother will give birth to the babies for us, and we found out they will be twins. I hope they love each other half as much as Max and I do, and if they decide to become lovers when they grow up, I will support them and encourage them as well.

Life has many good things in store for us, and I will never regret loving this man who took my body, my soul and chose me as the companion of his life. My brother, my lover, my husband and my soul mate.

We are together as we were always meant to be, now and forever.

The End.

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Special thanks to volunteer editor Salvoza (aka Freeky) for his suggestions on adding the brother's back story. I enjoyed coming up with it and it made me happy to give Ken a happy ending after such a shitty life.

Also thanks to volunteer editor Aquafire, your feedback was greatly appreciated and made the story a lot better.

Thanks to my readers, I hope you enjoyed it and as always, feedback is always welcome.

I'm also planning to post an alternative version of this story soon, revised by an editor, so please stay tuned for that. I'm curious as to how much different (and hopefully, better) it will turn out to be!

See you soon!

Love,

Lucy Kim