Brotherly warmth
#1 of closer brother, closer
Disclaim, homoerotic,13 and 15 years old brothers messing around at night, look at the keywords, etc...
Finished unpacking,I looked around; it was smaller than our old room, but not too small.
"I see you're done Al, mind helping me with this." Jessie, my brother, older by almost two years, said tossing his suitcase over to me.
I sighed then smirked. "New town, new house, same old Jess," I thought. We played about, tossing his clothes around while putting them into the dresser. All of the furniture was the same, except one piece. The queen-sized bed we had shared wouldn't fit, so Dad had to buy us a full.
Finished now and tired from the eight hour flight, my brother and I fell back on our new bed. "Lil' small.," I remarked.
"It'll be fine, as long as we turn on the fan." My brother was of course talking about my tendency to get too hot, waking up panting in the middle of the night. We had been sleeping as far as possible apart on the old bed to prevent this, but I wasn't sure if I could stay cool so close to another warm body. Seeing my doubt, "Trust me bro, we'll be fine, you'll see." Jess gave a smirk, and I smiled back: I knew he was right.
We moved a lot, every time Dad got any sort of raise or promotion. Being the constant new-kids would have been a real pain, but I had Jess, and Jess had me, so we always had our best friend in whatever town we moved to. Not to say we didn't leave several friends behind, but those friendships were nothing in comparison to our bond.
We relaxed for a couple hours, watching TV, Jess's big black arm around my gray head in his patented half-hug-half-headlock position. Our dad came in and told us we all had to attend dinner at his bosses house, so we started getting ready. After our shower- we bathed together to save time and help each other with those hard to reach spots, no awkwardness having grown up seeing each other naked- we put on our best clothes, and gave our teeth a good brushing.
"How do I look?" I asked, not content with the mirror's opinion.
"Pretty sharp little brother. How about me?"
"No worse than usual," I jeered That earned me a punch to the arm. "You look good Jess."
The dinner was tolerable. The rest of people were all stuffy old folks or preppy kids of stuffy old folks, but the food was good. Some of the old ladies kept going on about how cute we looked in our suits, which were identical except for the colors, mine black, Jess's gray, matching each other's fur.
We got back late and immediately started getting ready for bed. We walked out of the bathroom, Jess in scarlet briefs, I in sky blue, and into our bed room, turned on the fan, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed. "Night Jess." "Night Allan."
Maybe it was the latitude, maybe the comforter was a little thinner, or maybe the air just circulated extra-well, but for whatever reason our room got cold. Not that I noticed, I was nice and comfortable and fast asleep, but Jess woke up shivering.
"What the.. " I said groggily, something had bumped into me, and I felt an arm, larger than my own, furry, and a little chilly coming over my side.
"Sorry Al, didn't mean to wake you, but it's so cold. I turned the fan off but..." Jessie trailed off.
"Huh?"
"Well, you're always warm, so I figured, you know, share the wealth."
"Fine by me." Personal space wasn't an issue, and I wasn't worried about Jess trying to take advantage of me or anything. We had jacked off in the same room once or twice before, and he would jokingly hump the air around me at times, but I knew he would never force himself on me. Besides, it felt nice, Jess holding me. We were falling back asleep, till Jess started shivering again. Soon he had me, in both arms. I could feel chest on my back, and his breath on the top of my head. I heard his heart beating and felt him inhale and exhale. He began to move his arms on my chest, then drag my back across his chest, slowly but firmly, trying to create more warmth.
"Come on Allan, be warm for big bro." His voice was different. It had a certain desperation in it, mixed with a three-in-the-morning grog. I was a little creeped out; he sounded like a stalker-boyfriend in a horror flic.
"Needs to be warmer. I'm freezing. You need to get warmer." All of the sudden Jess's hand jolted from my pex to my crotch, cupping the bulge in my briefs.
"Je-eh-s-s, wh-what..." I stammered.
"Making you warm up baby bro." I relaxed a little. Jessie used to call me "baby bro" to tick me off, but by then he only used it as a pet name, in our most tender of moments, like when he was comforting me after a breakup. Then I tensed again.
Jess had began to play with me, tenderly squeezing, pushing my bulge around is sensual circles. My cock started to harden, my heart rate increase. Jess knew exactly what he was doing. He soon slipped his other hand into my briefs, taking firm grasp of my firm wolfhood.
"Jess..."
"What is it baby bro?" he said, while slowly stroking my meat-pole
"I'm sc..." I couldn't bring myself to say it. I was ashamed that I even suspected that Jess would rape me, but I could feel his hardon, barely restrained by red fabric, pressing against the back of my thigh.
Sensing my anxiety, and with a new idea on how to get warm, Jess, who had never considered thrusting his cock into me, said, "Roll over, and give me a hug."
I turned over slowly, and all my fears vanished. I saw my brother's face in the dim light, his loving smirk, his tender, trustable eyes. He kissed me on the forehead, and we embraced.
Then, with my faith in him resorted, he returned to his endeavors. His hands raced to my glutes, cupped them, and pulled them in, and thus pushed my hardon onto his. I was now ready to more actively participate. Mimicking his ass grabbing, I pulled Jess to me. Our bulges clashed and we began to thrust, slowly at first, then gradually harder. It was exhilarating, feeling our meats grinding against one another, with only one cotton problem, but we quickly solved it; we took a brief pause to let ourselves out through our flies and then began again. This has even better, the feeling of cock-flesh on cock-flesh, we could feel each other's member pulse with excitement. Soon our hands joined in as we stroked each other's pride, mine 7", his 8 1/2". Our legs and tails were entwined, and with three quick gasps and a sudden "Ah!" we came in perfect synchrony.
We lay there silently, glowing in the dark, massaging each others member with cum covered hands till the sticky substance was dry. Finally after many minutes "Damn," Jess began, "I must be the luckiest guy on earth." I looked at him puzzled. "What did I do to deserve a little brother like you?"
I snuggled in closer, putting my brow to his chin, "I love you too Jessie."
When we woke up the next morning, we didn't act like anything had happened. To be honest not much had. We were still brothers, best friends, and we had always loved each other. We had just found a new way of showing it.
"Come on, Al," said Jess with his hand cupping my crotch once more, "we need to take a shower."