DENNIS:

    When I was about four years old, I vaguely remember my mom telling me that her own mother was sick and she would be traveling to Pennsylvania to go see her. Mom stayed there for a few weeks, leaving Dad and me alone for the first time. Luckily, Dad had his parents to help him take care of me. They lived in the same town in Texas, and they were all the family I knew. 

    One day, Dad told me Mom's mother had died and that we would be going to Pennsylvania for the funeral. It was my first time on an airplane and I remember feeling very disoriented. I would be meeting my mother's side of the family for the first time. But the biggest shock happened when Mom sat me down and told me that I had an older brother named Ethan. "I had him before I moved to Texas so he is your half-brother," she explained matter-of-factly. "He is nine years old now, and you'll meet him at the funeral."

    Mom was barely 18 when she had me, so it was weird that she'd had a baby five years prior to having me; but of course, back then I couldn't do math or understand what any of it meant – I just went with the flow. I was introduced to Ethan who looked a bit like me, although he mostly resembled his swarthy Italian dad rather than taking after our blond mom. I was used to being an only kid, so getting an older brother out-of-the-blue felt like a miracle. I wanted to play with him but that wasn't allowed during the funeral. My parents and I flew back to Texas two days later, and I was deprived of an opportunity to spend more time with Ethan.

    As the years went by, I went back to Pennsylvania on a couple of occasions, but I never stayed there long. I did bump into Ethan at family events, but we were more like awkward cousins around each other rather than brothers. Honestly, when anyone in Texas asked me how many siblings I had, I only listed my younger siblings, ignoring Ethan's existence.

    Now in my junior year of high school, I was sent to live with my widower grandpa in Pennsylvania. He was the principal of the local high school and my parents hoped he'd be more successful at reining me in after all of the trouble I'd caused in Texas, selling drugs and committing petty vandalism. Thankfully, living with Grandpa turned out to be much cooler than I could've guessed. He and I lived alone in the same house where my mom had grown up, on a peaceful suburban cul-de-sac named Stag Meadow Lane. 

    Meanwhile, my half-brother Ethan was now a 20-year-old college student and lived an hour away in Philadelphia. I still hadn't seen him since I'd moved in with Grandpa, but today Ethan was coming over to spend the weekend with us. I caught myself styling my hair in the morning, feeling nervous about seeing my brother for the first time after so many years. Ethan and I never had a chance to bond when we were kids – would we get along now?

    When he arrived, Ethan got a warm welcome from Grandpa when he walked in the door. He didn't even knock, acting almost like he lived here. I hung back, suddenly feeling more awkward than I had felt in a long time. Part of it might have been because I immediately noticed that Ethan was a total stud. Not just fit (and clearly happy to show it off in a tight T-shirt) but also with a killer jawline and very nice eyes. Part of me felt envious and part of me worried that I was immediately crushing on my brother that I hardly knew.

    "You've really put on some muscle since I saw you last!" Grandpa commented as he admired Ethan's frame, even squeezing a bicep that was barely contained by the fabric of his shirt sleeve. My brother mumbled some comment about working out at the college gym. When he turned his attention to me, his smile put me at ease and he came in for a hug.

    "Dude," he said. "It's been way too long since I've seen you. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to come visit."

    "Hey, it's cool," I said, feeling a little surprised at the regret he was expressing. I wondered what (or even if) Ethan had thought about me all these years. For the first time, I felt a sense of excitement at having the chance to get to know him in a real way.

    "Ready to go grab some dinner after that drive?" Grandpa asked. I knew he'd planned to take us out to his favorite Italian place.

    "Yeah," Ethan said, picking up his duffle bag from where he'd set it down upon entering. "Lemme just go toss this in my room."

    "That's actually Dennis's room now," our grandfather said. "You'll be on the couch while you're here."

    "Actually, Ethan can have the room," I offered before even giving it any thought. I wasn't looking forward to sleeping on the couch, but I wanted to leave a good impression. "I don't mind taking the couch for a while."

    "Aw, bro, that's really nice if you," Ethan said, and I felt a tiny flutter in my stomach when I heard him call me "bro." And then he made an interesting counteroffer: "But the bed's large enough. We can share, if you want. No reason for anyone to sleep on the couch."

    "Um... sure. Yeah that works," I said, still processing that I'd be sharing a bed with Ethan for the whole weekend.

    During dinner, the conversation flowed freely. At first we were talking about Ethan's experience at college, but then the conversation turned to something a lot more interesting. I learned that Mom's brother, our Uncle Cory, had recently gotten divorced from his wife and he was now dating – of all people – Ethan's father Brandon. Ethan lived with Cory and Brandon, and he seemed cool with their relationship. I couldn't even wrap my mind around my uncle and my dad dating each other, and being open about it. What a family! 

    After we got back home, Grandpa said he had some paperwork to do in his office, stuff he didn't want to leave until Monday. I relaxed on the couch and watched TV. Ethan had gone upstairs and I figured he might want to relax on his own for a while. Eventually I got curious and wondered if he might want to watch a movie together or something. At dinner we'd discovered we both liked horror films, much to Grandpa's amusement since he definitely was not a fan of the genre. I headed upstairs and could tell that the shower was running, which could only mean that Ethan was using it. I actually did need to take a piss, and I briefly wondered if I should knock, though he might not even hear that with the water running. When I realized the door wasn't even fully shut, I decided to just cautiously enter the bathroom.

    My brother was facing away from the door, so the first thing I saw when entering was his ass, through the glass shower door. And it was a very nice sight to see! I wondered if Ethan played any sports in addition to his frequent workouts.

    "Um... hey," I said, and had to repeat that a little louder when Ethan didn't initially respond. "Mind if I come in and take a piss?" I immediately thought about how there was a half-bathroom downstairs and so there was no real reason for me to come use this one, and I was afraid he might be irritated.

    "Nah, of course not," my brother said casually, looking over his shoulder at me before starting to turn around. He didn't sound the least bit bothered, or even surprised that I had entered. I guess living with two guys in the city, he was used to sharing a bathroom.

    I stepped over to the toilet, making a point not to stare right at Ethan. Although I definitely wanted to see what his cock looked like, I didn't want to be super obvious about looking. Ethan seemed pretty chill in general but I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, especially since we'd be sharing a room for the weekend.

    Ethan didn't say anything while I relieved myself, but when I went to wash my hands he surprised me by asking if there was anything I wanted to do tonight. I told him we could watch a horror movie, and we began to go through the list of all of the movies we'd already seen. Even after I was done washing my hands, I remained in the bathroom and continued to casually chat with Ethan, as if he wasn't totally naked just a few feet away from me. I turned around and leaned back against the sink, feeling more at ease and even letting myself steal some glances in his direction.

    My half-brother seemed to be constantly turning in the shower as he soaped up his muscular body, and I was able to confirm that he was a stud from head to toe. His soft cock looked nice and thick, and he seemed almost totally smooth, with just a small patch of close-trimmed pubes visible. He wasn't shy about making eye contact with me, or about covering up any part of himself. By the time he turned off the water and asked me to hand him his towel, it didn't even feel that weird that he was naked in front of me. We'd already agreed to start a Texas Chainsaw Massacre marathon, and I left the bathroom to head back downstairs and make popcorn while he got dressed.

    Ethan showed up a few minutes later in a tank top and sweat shorts, and we got comfortable on the couch. We ended up having a blast, spending half the movie talking about random crap. I think we were both surprised at how much we had in common. I felt a rush of excitement at finding a new friend and making a strong connection. It was funny that it just so happened to be with the half-brother I'd barely known.

    After our second movie finished, it was past 1 AM and we decided to call it a night. Grandpa had turned in hours ago, clearly pleased that his grandsons were getting along so well. In the bedroom, I stepped over to my dresser and grabbed the shorts and T-shirt that I usually slept in. I got naked, feeling only slightly self-conscious that Ethan might be looking at my bare ass. It might not be as chiseled as his, but I'd had plenty of compliments on it. I slid on the shorts and then glanced over at Ethan as he climbed into bed. He'd shed his tank top, and so I decided to remain shirtless as well. I turned off the light and got in on the other side.

    Even though my body was relaxed, my mind was racing and I had a hard time getting to sleep. Ethan seemed to be in a similar situation, though he was tossing and turning more, as if he was having trouble getting comfortable.

    "You having trouble sleeping, too?" I asked after about an hour had passed. He seemed surprised that I was still awake, and apologized for keeping me awake with his moving around.

    "No, it's not that," I assured him. "I'm just... having trouble winding down I guess. Today's been... really cool."

    "Yeah, it sure has been, Dennis," he responded, and I could almost hear his smile when he said it. "I guess I'm having the same trouble. And you know, I'm used to... um, you know... cranking one out before bed." We both laughed in that way that guys do when they talk about jerking off. 

    "Well hey," I said, already feeling the rush from what I was going to say. "If you need to then... go for it, bro."

    "Yeah?" he said, sounding slightly amused and maybe a little excited. "I mean, if that's cool then I think I'll take you up on that." There wasn't much light in the room, but I could clearly see him push the covers down with his feet and then use his hands to slide his shorts down, fully removing them. His hard-on wobbled in the air as it was freed, and I had two simultaneous realizations. One, that he was even more hung and thick than I thought. And two, that he was probably already hard before I asked him about having trouble sleeping. He really was itching to stroke one out.

    Of course, that thought got me hard in a few seconds. Just as I was wondering about how to ask if I could join him, Ethan beat me to the punch.

    "Feel free to do the same, bro," my older brother said in a cocky voice. "Bet you need it just as much as I do."

    My head was swimming as I started to stroke my cock next to my brother. All I wanted to do was watch him and stare at his cock. It was dark and he couldn't see my face, so I didn't stop myself from staring. It was almost hypnotic, seeing the outline of Ethan's shaft in the light from the window, and soon I could see the added shimmer of wetness from the precum that was no doubt leaking from the tip as he jerked himself. I noticed that sometimes he'd pause with one hand at the base of his cock and the other tugging at his balls. He'd squeeze a little and in those moments I could see the drops of prejizz oozing from his piss slit.

    The naughtiness of what we were doing provided a major rush. I felt so connected to my brother, and my heart skipped a beat when he adjusted his position a little and ended up lying even closer to me, with our legs touching slightly. Knowing it was a risk but no longer caring… I reached over and grabbed Ethan's cock, sliding my fist up and down his shaft. I felt drops of fluid on the head of his dick and quickly gave the entire shaft a fresh coat with my hand.

    "Oh, fuck yeah..." my brother breathed softly, and he let both his hands fall to the sides of his body, with the one closest to me coming to rest on my leg. He squeezed my thigh and I knew everything was still absolutely cool. I was still stroking my own cock with my other hand and I got myself going at the same rhythm.

    I didn't last too much longer after that, being pretty worked up already from everything that was happening. Maybe Ethan was in a similar situation because I felt his cock swell up even harder, just like mine did right before I was going to bust. He immediately started grunting and writhing around, and then a huge blast of cum shot up into the air and landed on my brother's bulky pecs.

    The sight of it pushed me over the edge and a second later I felt the first sprays of my own load coating my stomach. I was trying to keep my moans quiet but Ethan didn't seem to care as he continued to moan loudly how good he was feeling while I jerked the rest of his load out of him. The spurts continued to cover us both, and I definitely think some of Ethan's cum splashed onto me. Finally, we scooted together a little closer as we both caught our breath, flat on our backs with our shoulders and hips pressed together. Not quite cuddling, just enjoying the contact as we drifted off to sleep, two brothers sharing a bed.​​