{"sf1_id":1203246,"sf2_id":null,"title":"For whom love leads ch.1","author":"London79","words":575,"posted_at":"2017-06-29T04:57:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Anthro x human","Brother x Brother","Incest","Relationship"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1203246-for-whom-love-leads-ch-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1203246","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1203246\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Could he do it! could he stand his own brother rejecting him?\u003cbr /\u003e\n\nBrendan Shaw has a crush. But, not just any crush. A crush on his own brother. Could he withstand rejection from his own flesh and blood?\nor, will he and his brother live happily ever after. Only time will tell.","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I watched him lying in his bed curled up under the\u0026nbsp;blankets, his soft, fur covered head lay motionless on the sky blue fabric of\u0026nbsp;his\u0026nbsp;pillow. Every breath that escaped from his muzzle was deep,\u0026nbsp;heavy and shallow\u0026nbsp; suddenly he spoke, \"I know you're\u0026nbsp;there,\" he rolls\u0026nbsp;over and locks\u0026nbsp;eyes with me, I jumped! \"I-,\" I stammered loudly\u0026nbsp;\"Shhh!,\" he put a hairy finger to his lips signaling for me to be quiet. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Come here, now!,\" he whispered arching his finger pulling it in and pushing\u0026nbsp;it\u0026nbsp;out\u0026nbsp;beckoning me\u0026nbsp;toward him, I slowly crawl toward him stopping just before reaching his bed. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"What are you doing?,\" he asks me\"I was watching you sleep,\" I confess honestly \"Why on Earth would you-?,\" he begins to ask me but stops himself\u0026nbsp;\"You know what, never mind\u0026nbsp; get you're\u0026nbsp;behind\u0026nbsp;up here and go the \"F\" to sleep,\" he whisper - shouts. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I stare back at him, \"Now!,\" he whisper - shouts again\u0026nbsp;so, I crawl into his bed and lay beside him \"Not here! Over there! you-\u0026nbsp;\\*sigh\\*,\" he whispers pointing his finger to the other side of the bed \u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;climb out of the bed and walk to the other side.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; I silently crawl back into his bed and continue to watch\u0026nbsp;him sleep,\u0026nbsp; let me introduce myself my name is Brendan Anthony Shaw I'm sixteen\u0026nbsp;years old. I live in Cleveland, Ohio with my\u0026nbsp;older brother Michael;\u0026nbsp;you may be asking where are our parents? well they\u0026nbsp;live\u0026nbsp;in Nashville. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Long\u0026nbsp;story short is that our parents abused Michael when he was younger so when he turned eighteen he left home and took me with him\u0026nbsp;to make sure that the same thing didn't happen to me. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Michael on the other hand is twenty - one\u0026nbsp;has a job but\u0026nbsp;no girlfriend, he says that dating\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; would cut into his work schedule and that he has no time for \"such things\" but I think he's just afraid. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Michael is also Australian, (weird huh?)\u0026nbsp;he's actually what the Aussies call a\u0026nbsp;\"Sea Otter\",\u0026nbsp;Michael is sweet and kind (to me at least) but he can also be kind of you know pissy. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I awake a\u0026nbsp;couple of hours later\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;find that Michael isn't laying beside me anymore, I charge down stairs\u0026nbsp;\"Michael!,\" I shout \"Michael!,\" \"I'm in here,\" he\u0026nbsp;shouts back; I walk into the\u0026nbsp;kitchen where I see Michael reading a\u0026nbsp;newspaper.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"How'd you sleep mate?,\" Michael asks \"Good,\" \u0026nbsp;I say but inside I'm sqeeing\u0026nbsp;\"I'm cooking breakfast, what'd you want?,\" he asks \"Uh, French toast,\" I reply Michael looks up from the paper, \"Good god mate, get yer arse backup stairs and put on some god damn clothes on before I rip y'a one!,\" Michael shouts at me.\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp;run back up stairs and slip on a pair of Michael's\u0026nbsp;boxers\u0026nbsp;(I\u0026nbsp;find\u0026nbsp;them more comfortable then my own) and head back down stairs, Michael is flipping the french toast when I walk back into the kitchen \"Oy, I said clothes not my boxers,\" Michael says \"They we're right there,\" I retort Michael looks down at me. \"Fine, you can wear my\u0026nbsp;bloody boxers only for today,\" Michael says, \"I can? Bloody hell!,\" I exclaim;\u0026nbsp;Michael smacks my right cheek\u0026nbsp;and looks\u0026nbsp;me in the eyes \"Don't\u0026nbsp;you EVER say that again!,\" Michael \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;roars \"Why? Its not bad here,\" I shrug it off \"It may\u0026nbsp;not be here in America, but in other countries it is and I won't have you saying it.\"\n\nI lunge over at Michael and hug him \"I love you,\" \"I love you too.\" \u0026nbsp;he whispers back...\n\n  \n  \n\n"}