Just Dropping By

"Hey Brandon, I'm bringing back all the crap you left at my house... Brandon? Hey, B! Are you home?"

I was annoyed that I had to drive to my brother's house on my only day off for the week. It wasn't far from my apartment, but it just seemed unfair that I was still picking up after him after so many years.

Brandon was twenty-six, married, with a two-year-old kid. A shotgun wedding, his wife barely making it down the aisle before she went into labor. She was sweet, and their daughter was adorable, but Brandon was an eternal high-schooler. I saw the TV flickering through the window beside the kitchen, his weight room. I knocked on the glass.

"Hey, asshole, pause your fucking video game and open the door."

"Shit," I heard him hiss. "Just leave it in the garage, Jake. I'm busy."

"I'm not gonna leave it in the garage, it's a shithole out here already. Open the door."

"Fuck off."

Ever since he was sixteen and I was twelve, our dynamic had never changed. We would get along superficially for the benefit of our families, but we'd never really had any tangible relationship.

I grabbed the rotting rain boot from beside the water heater and shook out the spare key.

"B," I called from the kitchen, "I swear to god, if you leave one more thing at my apartment—"

"Fucking get out of here, Jake! Jesus!"

The door to the weight room was shut, and I could tell he was mad. Perfect time to mess with him. I stood by the door.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You fucking your girlfriend in there? I will tell Michelle this time, you know." Of course, as always, I had no intentions of doing so.

"Out, Jake."

I put my ear against the wood. Of course he didn't have a girl in there. No woman in her right mind would be able to even be slightly aroused with the stench in there. I opened the door.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" His face was red, and by the time I saw anything, he was halfway across the room and reaching for the DVD case on the TV stand.

"Holy shit, Brandon, what—wait, man. I know this one!"

I did know it, very well. It featured Trevor, a currently popular star. I liked his videos because he had a laid-back surfer-guy kind of look, with wavy blond hair and a bone fish-hook necklace. My boyfriend liked his videos because he got me hard.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Brandon kept his back turned to me as he slapped the power button on the TV. "Now."

I sighed. "Calm down, man. I'm not gonna tell anybody. So you've got some gay porn, big fucking deal. You can stop giving me shit anytime now that I know, though." I had a feeling my brother would thing twice before calling Colin and me fags again.

"I'm sorry. Can you please leave now?" He still didn't turn around.

"Yeah, yeah, crybaby. Sorry I interrupted. You were just about to get to a good part, too. With the Asian guy. I won't ruin it." I walked out of the room, partly shocked, partly horrified, but mostly quite amused.

"Wait, Jake," Brandon said, as I was putting on my sunglasses. "Do you want to watch?"

Did I want to watch porn with my brother? I thought about it, and came up with the condition under which I would.

"Do you have any weed?" I had some in my car, but I felt like it was time to mooch off of him for once.

* * *

I was more focused on Trevor and the little glass hand pipe than I was on Brandon. It was only after my fifth hit that I heard a sharp sigh from him.

"You all right there? Sure you don't wanna smoke?" I looked over at my older brother, at the other end of the couch. His shorts were showing off a very impressive bulge, which he was resolutely massaging. My cock, until now pretty unresponsive, was suddenly stiffening.

"Jake, how did you know you were gay?"

"Well, basically, I was getting hard-ons from guys. Much like what you've got going on there, man." And, also, much like what I was experiencing as well.

Brandon unzipped his shorts, his cock now visible. I noticed that I had started rubbing my crotch.

"Do you, uh, want some help?" I was suddenly bold.

Brandon closed his eyes, still facing the TV, and nodded.

I eased over to the cushion next to him. There were beads of sweat on his neck, which was just as flushed as his face. My heart pounded against my sternum as I rested my hand on his cock.

"Are you okay?"

Brandon swallowed. "Don't talk. Just do it."

Like me, my brother was uncircumcised. His cock was smooth, and the skin was incredibly soft. It was longer than mine, and thinner, but it felt amazing in my hand as I started to stroke it. He kept his eyes on the TV, watching Trevor giving a blowjob to a muscular frat guy. Inspired, I leaned forward and put my lips around the head of his cock, still moving my hand up and down its length.

"Wait," Brandon said, and he stood up. He undressed, his eyes still fixed on the porn, and sat back down, facing me. I'd never seen him naked, and it took me a minute to remember what I was doing. The weights had been paying off. Every surface of his skin was taut and smooth over modest muscles. I had never seen a more perfect body.

"Wow," I said, unable to stop myself. "You're fucking hot."

Instead of the uncomfortable grunt I'd expected, Brandon gave me a hint of a shy smile. My cock was rock-hard.

I returned to my task, now easing his cock into my mouth, creating a vacuum around it. His balls were firm as I squeezed them, and each time I did, he groaned.

"Oh my god, Jake, fuck yeah. Keep going." His hands found their way into my hair, and he untied my ponytail. I ran my tongue underneath his foreskin as he stroked my hair.

I kept sucking, sometimes taking a break to run my tongue down his length and around his balls. His hips started thrusting toward me slightly, and I could tell he was almost ready. I grasped his cock at the base and started sucking intensely. Salty drops of precum hit my tongue.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, Jake, suck it, I'm gonna cum..."

And almost in perfect unison with the bleach-blond frat guy, Brandon came spectacularly. Jets of cum hit the back of my throat and my tongue, almost filling my mouth.

"Wait," Brandon said, as soon as he finished.

"Don't swallow. Open your mouth. I wanna see."

Weird, I thought, but I obliged. Cum ran down my mouth when I opened it.

"Oh my god," Brandon said, falling back on to the couch. "Fucking incredible."

I swallowed my brother's load. "Really? I never was the best at blowjobs." I leaned back as well, idly stroking my crotch with my thumb.

"Well, better than I could've done."

Oh, what a perfect set-up. "Prove it."

Brandon's head fell back against the couch and he closed his eyes. "I dunno, Jake."

"Oh, come on. I don't even care if you're crap at it. I just wanna see you try." Already the thought of seeing my cock in his mouth was glued to my brain. I wasn't leaving without it.

"Look, you can't tell—"

"Who the fuck am I going to tell about this?" I interrupted, incredulous that he'd even think I'd tell anyone.

"I know, man. I'm just saying." Brandon's eyes flashed down toward my shorts for a moment.

"Stop worrying. I know you want it." I started to unzip my shorts.

"Wait," he said again, and grabbed my hands. "Let me do it."

I watched as my brother unzipped my shorts, and slipped them down along with my boxers to reveal my hard-on. He then took off my shirt, and looked at me for a moment.

"Are you gonna do it or not?" I asked, amused by his distraction with my naked body.

"Just wait," he said, so quietly that the words barely left his lips. "I've never... I mean, not like this..."

Figuring he'd be stuck in this loop of shock and nervousness for a while, I took another hit from the pipe.

"Whenever you're ready," I said, and laid back on the couch.

After a few moments of wondering if he'd go through with it, I suddenly felt his tongue at the tip of my cock. I jumped a little.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, was that, um... fuck. I'm sorry." Brandon stammered.

I sat up. "You're fine, man. Keep going. You just surprised me."

I watched him this time as he put his mouth around my cock. I let out a soft sigh, twitching at the sight of my brother starting to suck me off. He started slowly, sucking gently and periodically pausing to take me in further. His tongue massaged my shaft, and even as reluctant and inexperienced as it was, I'd never felt better.

"Fuck yes, Brandon, keep going," I said, already wincing and feeling my orgasm approach.

He started sucking harder, while at the same moving me in farther, deeper toward his throat. Without thinking, my hips thrust, hitting the back of his throat.

Brandon gagged, took a breath, then started sucking harder than ever. His fingers stroked my now-heavy balls as he bobbed up and down my cock, allowing it to slide slightly further down his throat each time.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, I'm... I'm gonna come..."

His eyes shot up toward mine, and we stared at each other as I shot my load into his mouth. He didn't let a drop escape, and kept his lips locked on my cock until I'd finished. He slid his mouth off, keeping it closed.

"Oh my god," I said, gasping for air. "Fuck, Brandon, I can't remember the last time I came that much."

Just as I was wondering what he'd do, my brother closed his eyes and swallowed. He kept looking at me. I sat up and put my hand on his thigh, stroking it gently with my thumb. "It's okay, man. Nobody's gonna know about this."

"I know," he said. He ran his hand through my hair again. "I, uh," he said, glancing down at my cock again, "I really liked it."

For a second, we looked at each other and smiled, and then before I could stop myself, I kissed my older brother, tasting my cum on his lips and tongue. After making out for a few minutes, I pulled away and grabbed my shorts.

"I guess I'd better go," I said. "Colin will be home in a little bit."

"Yeah, Michelle's off work by now." Brandon started getting dressed, now turned away from me. I did the same, tied my hair back, and opened the door.

"Wait, Jake," he said, his back still turned toward me.

"Yeah?" I said, stretching my back.

"Come back tomorrow, okay?"

"I was already planning on it," I said, and left my brother's weight room, already excited for the next day.