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Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2024 21:04:34 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Holy Shit, My Brother Is Hot, Chapter 6

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HOLY SHIT, MY BROTHER IS HOT!
CHAPTER SIX


Van sadly smiled as he realised that I understood what he meant.

He bit his bottom lip...

...and the last remaining mask that he was carrying on his layers and
layers of hiding who he truly was, came ripped apart, at last.

"If you so badly wanted to have sex with another dude...Jack...I mean...how
could you not see, that I was right...RIGHT THERE! I would have done
anything for you, brother! I fucking worshipped you! I would have NEVER
told Dad about anything we would have done!"

Another tear streaked across his cheek.

"I mean it, Jack! Why did you go to him...when I was RIGHT FUCKING
THERE???"

I didn't make a mistake.

I fucking understood correctly. It registered in my brain, but my heart
refused to believe what I was hearing.

After everything...after all the homophobic insults, after all the taunts,
the looks that he gave me...the refusal to even as much as acknowledge me
as his brother, as being a part of him, as two men who shared DNA...

...he has just now told me that he would be have been THERE...if I needed
to be with a boy, sexually, back in the day...

...and when I say BE WITH...you understand correctly.

My very homophobic brother would have offered to sleep with me.

Was I drunk?

Was the world coming to an end? Had I slipped and fell down in the barn on
the ranch and this was God's sick way of just letting me HAVE it for good
measure?

Well, that might have been more acceptable.

Van was currently looking at me straight in the eyes, not taking his
glances of me for even a mere second...it was as if he was WILLING me to
actually say something, literally ANYTHING with regards to what he had just
so shockingly had admitted to me.

Me, his older brother.

Both his hands were clenched tightly into fists, and the poor guy was
shaking like a leaf. Unthinkable, only yesterday, or the days before.

"Jack...you said you wouldn't judge me...just a few fucking minutes ago,
brother, you promised me that I could be honest with you...Jesus
Jack...don't LOOK at me like THAT, please..." he whispered, but he had the
decency in the same matter, to trod a few steps backwards from where I was.

I swallowed. I don't think he had a clue...had any fucking idea how HARD
this was to process. I cleared my throat and I sat down on the hospital bed
that was opposite his own.

"Van...I...I literally don't even have the words to respond to that..."

Van closed his eyes as if he was in sheer and mortal pain at every syllable
coming out of my mouth, before he sighed and sat down himself, on his own
bed. For a few morbid seconds, everything was quiet as hell. Almost deathly
quiet, if I was being totally honest. He sighed once more, before he ran
his fingers through his brown hair.

"I know that you were referring to me having to tell the truth about me and
your husband back in the day, and SO not something like this...but I
thought it was high time that you knew the truth about me. God knows I've
hidden it far too long and hurt too many people in trying to hide myself
from the rest of the world."

I finally looked up at him...and the tears was streaming across both of his
cheeks, as he continued.

"Me and you...you're only eighteen months older than me. We fucking grew up
together, didn't we? I literally cannot remember a time where you weren't
in my life, in some shape or form. And I say that brother, because even in
the eight years that you have been gone, there wasn't a day that I didn't
think about you. How different it would have been if you only
just...TRUSTED me and TOLD me that you were gay, or that you were attracted
to boys...dudes...how ever you wanna say it. I hated myself and became what
you see now, because I was...God, I was WRECKED with guilt over what Dad
did. If only I opened my God damn mouth years ago..."

I started to open my own gullet in retaliation, but it seemed Van was more
than determined to actually get whatever THIS was, the hell out of his
system, once and for all.

"We both loved Dad, but we also know he was a tyrant, a fucking
dictator. It was his way, or the high way. But we loved and respected him
and let's face it...he was a good dad to us. And to Tash, and to Lucas, of
course."

I shuddered the very mere moment, that he said Lucas's name. My kid brother
who I was busy developing SERIOUS feelings for. Holy shit...if he would
ever hear about what Van had just confessed to...it would seriously break
his tender, fifteen-year-old heart.

Van pursed his lips, and continued.

"You were what...fourteen and I was only twelve-and-a-half when I realised
that I loved you...that I wanted to be with you, way more than just being a
brother to you. I didn't understand it, it messed with my head so much,
because I also thought the girls in school were hot...you remember how much
I wanted to fuck Eva Longoria back then? Even at THAT fucking age! So now
imagine my shock and confusion, when I started to think that way about guys
as well...Jack, it fucking killed me. I knew I would never be able to act
on it...I would be forced to be one-hundred percent straight, because Dad
would never have allowed me to be anything but that, after what happened
with you..."

He took another breath to compose himself.

"Whenever I would see you coming out of the shower, naked or in a towel, I
would get...you know...hard, down there. I WILLED it away...because you
were my brother. It wasn't God damn normal to feel that way. I didn't have
the guts to tell you how I felt, because let's be real here, Jack...who the
hell would admit to feeling that way for their older brother? I felt...I
felt like SUCH a monster, someone who deserved to be left to rot somewhere
in a cold, dark place, where no one would ever be able to find them..."

"Van, you seriously don't have to do this..."

"I thought about running away, loads of times. I couldn't handle feeling
like this about you. And then...one fucking horrible afternoon, eight years
ago, I was doing my homework in my room, when Dad started to scream bloody
murder at the top of his voice. I thought you were in trouble, I thought
you needed me...you're my big brother, who I loved and respected more than
any other person. And then...and then I ran into your room...and I saw you
naked in bed with the ranch hand...

He sniffed and wiped his tears away, that was still, after all this time,
still cascading over his cheeks.

"Jack, I honestly thought my world was coming to an end, because how Dad
reacted...and knowing that if I only had the guts to SAY something...if
only I had been THAT little more brave in my life...me and you...us...we
could have experimented...or whatever you want to call it...and Jack, you
know I would have NEVER told Dad about what we would have done. I was right
there, Jack...why didn't you come to me?"

I stood up. I had heard enough.

It wasn't fair for Van to go through this. Not alone, at least.

I walked up towards me younger brother...he was right...before ALL of this,
before that insane afternoon where Dad did the most despicable thing that
any parent, mother or father, could possibly do to their child, we were as
close as any two brothers could be, without hovering, actually breaking
into incest. Van launched himself at me, as I held my brother close to me,
probably for the first ever time in my life.

This...embracing one of my male siblings in such an intimate manner, was
something that Dad would have FREAKED about if he was still alive. Jesus,
he didn't even want me and Van to kiss and cuddle Lucas too much when he
was a baby, because he always said he didn't want any of his sons to be
sissies, or even weak. Natasha was allowed to baby Lucas, because she was a
girl. It was so wrong, on so many levels, but there was nothing we could do
about it then...it was Dad's house and Dad's rules, after all.

I kissed the top of Van's head and he held me tighter than he did
before. He shook with pent-up emotion, along with all the emotional, bodily
and mental damage at how he felt about me, something which I still had
trouble accepting to be real, had to have done to his body.

No wonder he was so angry...with his homophobic comments, with his hatred
towards me and my kind. Little did I know...that he secretly...WANTED
me...unreal and unbelievable as it sounded.

THAT's why he was so mad at me...because what Dad had done, never would
have happened, if I had just TOLD my brother how I felt...

...not knowing that he was struggling with the exact same feelings, deep
inside his pre-pubescent little heart.

"I'm sorry...I'm so, so fucking sorry...you didn't deserve any of this...I
fucking lost my brother because...if only I had SAID something...!" Van
croaked out of his sore, raw throat, and given that the medical staff had
to pump his stomach only a few hours ago, because he had tried and THANK
GOD, failed to overdose on sleeping tablets, that he had found GOD KNOWS
where, that had to take some doing.

I smiled, sadly.

Van had always been the strongest of us Holt kids.

I was the mild mannered one, the boy who loathed the outdoors and rather
wanted to bake cookies with my mother...Van was the wild one, he lived for
being in the sun, out in the field, helping Dad on the ranch, willingly
being transformed into Butch Holt's personal Mini Me.

Natasha was the brainy one, always wanting to better herself, never wanting
to settle, for what, respectfully, Mom had to endure over the years, in
being the wife of a farmer.

And then, there was Lucas. Who I loved dearly, with all my heart.

And not just as a brother, or a sibling.

Sometimes I had to pinch myself, when I looked at him, knowing he felt the
same way I did...knowing he loved me just as much as I was in love with
him.

He was clearly the more adventurous one out of the four of us...even as a
kid, he always wanted to explore and know more about stuff. He used to
drive me and Van CRAZY with his constant, ever-lasting questions about
literally anything that he would just hear a smidgeon of info
about. Looking back now, that helped established the bond that we kids had,
before I decided to listen to my hormones and jump into bed with a
seventeen-year-old ranch hand.

"Van, you listen to me...okay? For once in your fucking life, just listen
to your big brother, yeah?" I smiled as I spoke, before I withdrew from the
hug.

His handsome face was a real, damning mess, his tears all over the place,
but if anything, I fucking would have GIFTED him that for Christmas, if I
could. He needed to get rid of his demons, somehow. If we were to have a
normal brotherly relationship ever again, we both needed to rid ourselves
from ALL our emotional and mental baggage.

I took hold of his face inside both the palms of my hands, and lovingly
kissed his forehead. He choked out a smile, before he too, stood up. I
reached down and took hold of his hand, and squeezed it tight.

"I had no...NO fucking idea that you were feeling as guilty as you did all
these years. No wonder you accused me of breaking our family apart...Van, I
kinda wish you were honest with me back then...and I'm not saying that we
would have ended up...doing stuff, but I get what you're saying. But
Van...please don't hate me, but I gotta be honest...I'm married now. I love
Craig and..."

Van giggled for a second, before he placed his arm around my shoulder. A
gesture that would have shocked me to a literal death, if it had happened
even a few days before. I could see his eyes...where they were cold and
calculated before, I would even go as far to say, down right mean and evil
at times, they were full of laughter now. He was like a completely
different person, now that he had gotten some of his pureness, his kindness
back.

They say no one in this world, no person out there is ever BORN evil. It's
what shapes their lives, that ends up being the reason why they engage in
such extreme acts. I didn't recognise my brother when I returned to the
ranch for Dad's death nearly a month ago...but I surely did now. His smile
was genuine, his laughter was as infectious and as FULL of mischief as I
knew it to be.

THIS...THIS was the brother I grew up with all those years ago.

THIS was the real Evan Michael Holt.

"Jacky...relax. Whatever I felt towards you, was years ago. I promise
you. And...well...as far as you being married to the man that I fell in
love with...man, God has such a fucking weird way of messing with us,
right? I mean, I hated leaving Craig all those years ago, but when he
started to get serious about us, I freaked...Dad would have killed me,
literally, and burned my damn corpse as not to contaminate Tash or
Lucas. And you know how much I wanted to take over the ranch from Dad one
day...I just didn't want him to do to me, what he did to you."

I nodded, relieved as anything, but I felt like an absolute DOG for even
feeling as I did.

I was actually happy that Van had fallen for someone else, that whatever he
felt for me, was resolved, but did that person have to be CRAIG?

Sweet baby Jesus, this was some kind of fucked up shit that we now had to
deal with. Throw in the fact that I was head over heels in love with my kid
brother Lucas, and you had quite a stew going.  I hugged Van to me once
more, and kissed his cheek, feeling him respond to my touch, as the
brothers that we were. It wasn't as if all the tension and years of hatred
from his side would just...vanish into thin air but I did feel as if we had
a major damn breakthrough. Whatever happened from here on in, I had my
brother back...and for now, that was good enough for me.

"Listen, brother, you have to actually stay here tonight and get some sleep
before you come home...Julie outside was already on pins and needles in
getting me in here...I actually had to threaten her with suing the hospital
if she didn't allow me to see you..."

"You really did that for me? Awww...I always knew you loved me, Jacky
Boy..."

"Shut the hell up, you Doofus! Jesus, just like when we were kids, you need
to STOP with that Jacky Boy shit!"

"Make me!"

"Van, I swear...you're totally fucking with me, aren't you?"

Van smiled happily, his shit-eating grin warming my heart like a lava of
custard pouring over a steaming bowel of malva pudding in the middle of
winter. I truly had Van back in my corner.

"Love you, brother. I never stopped missing you. Feels good to just...DO
this, doesn't it?" he cackled, before he finally allowed me out of his
grasp.

Fucking hell...it took Van to contemplating and very nearly succeeding in
ending his life, for us to actually talk things through and be BROTHERS
again, in every way which mattered. I loved him, I really did.

He was my brother, after all.

**

The car was quiet on the way home.

No one was really in the mood for a conversation. Mom and Tash were
relieved that Van was going to be okay, but I could see Mom had her
doubts...she was old school, from a totally different generation, and where
as myself, Natasha and Lucas maybe could get over what Van did, it was
going to be twice as hard for her. Her son nearly killed himself, because
he thought the entire family rejected him.

Of course, it was only me that knew the remainder of the reasons, but Van
could tell that to them, himself, if he would ever be ready to. I wouldn't
dare take that privilege away from him.

Lucas went straight to his room when we got home, and Tash worryingly shot
me a knowing look.

"You do Lukey...I'll check on Mom, okay?" she whispered, tears in her eyes,
as I quickly hugged my sister.

That first part of her sentence had me in stitches, and not the way you
think. If only she knew how close she was actually shooting to the sun,
here.

I entered Lucas's bedroom and closed the door, before locking it, as
quietly as I could. I would sleep here tonight, because my boy needed
me. My eyes softened as I saw him...he was curled up in the foetal position
on his bed, his entire frame facing away from me. I didn't care that I was
still wearing my day clothes...that was so not important right now...I
needed to be there for Lucas, in any what that I could.

He clutched at my hands, almost burying them in his own, the very moment
that I laid down beside him and wrapped my arms around him. He sniffed...I
knew he was being strong at the hospital, but the enormity of what Van did
and what he nearly SUCEEDED in doing, would wreck the heart of anyone, not
even to mention a fifteen-year-old boy, who loved and adored his brother.

I held him in my arms whilst he was softly crying...I kissed the back of
his neck over and over, telling him, whispering to him, promising him that
I was there, and that I loved him, and that everything, including Van was
going to be okay. He was shaking, down right shivering every now and then,
and instinctively I pulled the duvet over us, making sure my kid brother
was warm and that he felt safe with me.

"Go to sleep, okay? I'll be right here...next to you when you wake up, I
promise. I love you, Lucas. I always have, and I always will..." I murmured
against his skin, before he slowly nodded and pressed his body even harder
against mine, if that was at all possible.

God, I loved him.

My heart was beating so fucking fast...all because I was so close to him.

I swallowed. I willed myself not to cry, because I knew what came next.

I knew what I had to do.

In a way, I've kinda known it all along.

Before all of this, I only thought a love as deep and as pure as this, only
happened in stories and in movies. Where two people met each other and fell
so hard for the other, that nothing or no one could ever separate them.

I always thought Craig was my forever.

But now I knew...regardless of how it happened, or how WRONG it was, or
what society wanted, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life, with the
boy...man...laying right next to me. I never wanted to be without
him. There was no way I would leave him here. I just couldn't.

I kissed Lucas's neck once more and I closed my eyes.

I mentally made a note to book a flight home for somewhere, first thing
tomorrow.

I didn't wanna leave for shit, but there was something I had to do. I
couldn't postpone the inevitable any longer.

I loathed myself for wanting...needing this, but I had to do what was
RIGHT...what FELT right, for me here.

Afterall, it wasn't fair to Craig, if my heart was no longer in our
marriage.

I had to ask him for a divorce.

**

A massive fart alerted me that my boy was awake.

Jesus...I loved the kid but you tended to forget just how smelly their
farts are.

I lifted up the duvet and he turned his entire body towards me, his arms
loosely hanging over my chest. He reached up, sleepily, and playfully
pinched my nose with his fingers.

"You fucker..." I whispered, before instinctively caressing the right left
side of his face with my hand.

"You're here...I can't believe we actually slept together..." he said, his
eyes still groggy, though he was waking up more with every passing second.

"I told you I would be. And no...that's not technically true...you actually
fell asleep on top of me when you were just a few days old. I guess you
trusted me right from the start, or what?" I giggled, fondly remembering
the time where I was nothing but a gangly eight-year-old, and this lovable
little shit before me was nothing but a bundle of limbs.

Lucas ran his hand through his beautiful blond hair, and my cock lunged, as
it always did when it fell and landed, as always, ending up being perfectly
swayed over his forehead. God, he was perfect and thanks to some or other
Higher power up there, he was all mine.

"Sure do...I trust you with my life, brother...just remember that when you
buy me that PS5 for my birthday..." he said, his eyes now wide awake, open
and full of determination and playful sarcasm.

The way he WANTED me to know what he had just said, wanted me to let it
sink in...perhaps wanting me to know that in two months, he would be
sixteen and in the Republic of South Africa, that meant he would be legal
to have sex with...

...it was hard to realise and accept that my little brother wasn't so
little any more.

That comment though, sparked a fire in me, that I personally don't know how
to explain. It was something so earthy, so desperately raw and overpowering
that it felt I had no control over my own body. I leaned forward and kissed
Lucas with every living fibre of my being, pouring my heart and soul into
the kiss, sucking on his reddish, wet, teenage lips like they were
forbidden fruit, inside a warm, sandy forest.

His eyes were wide as saucers as I finally allowed his ass to come up for
air, he playfully nudged his nose against mine as I reached down and
grabbed his hard nearly sixteen-year-old cock, and squeezed the life out of
the big phallus, so much so, that he groaned with pent-up sexual innuendo
as he grinded that bigger than average Holt family dick directly against my
upper leg.

"What...what was that for? I haven't even brushed my teeth?" he giggled,
but his eyes diverted to being serious when he saw that I wasn't laughing.

Nothing about this was funny.

In a few hours, I would be on a plane heading home, to tell my husband that
I basically didn't wanna be married to him anymore.

I smiled lovingly down at Lucas.

"Because I'm so...ridiculously in love with you, Lukey..." I whispered,
before I kissed him once more, his teenage exterior literally MELTING
underneath my every touch. He fiercely, like only a boy his age could,
embraced me and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"Love you too, brother..." he murmured, his warm breath cascading down my
neck like warm breeze inside a winter wonderland.

I kissed Lucas's hair, before I cleared my throat. Time to come clean.

"I'm uh...I'm heading home later on today. I booked my flight whilst you
were still sleeping...I leave at four."

Immediately, like fucking clockwork, I felt Lucas stiffen against me, and
I'm not talking about his deliciously huge dick, either.

I slowly removed his face from my neck, before my heart nearly broke. I
knew Lucas felt the same in this relationship, but being a teenager, they
don't always show how they feel...but in THAT holy moment, my entire being
just SANK...his entire face seemed to just DROP as he heard my words. His
lips looked like he wanted to open them and SPEAK, but he thought better
not to.

"What...why?" he finally managed to slowly croak out of his throat.

I leaned forward and solemnly pressed my forehead against his.

"I don't WANT to go, but I have to. Baby...listen to me real good, okay?
I'm not going home, and back to Craig, like you're probably thinking..."

"...but why then?"

"Lucas...I'm going back because I have to do this in person. Baby, listen
to me...I'm going to...I've thought so much about this, my head is actually
spinning but...basically, I'm going home to ask Craig...or rather TELL
Craig, that I want...that I want a divorce."

If Lucas had a problem with his eyes before, it was bulging out of their
sockets now.

He stared in me, in sheer and utter disbelief, before he looked away from
me, almost as if he was in some sort of trance, not quite fully aware of
his surroundings.

"Lukey? You okay?"

He slowly nodded, before he shook his head, almost in mere amazement.

"Ye...yeah, I guess. I mean, I heard you, but...I never actually
thought..."

"What? That this...us...that it wasn't real or something? You gotta know me
better than that, baby! I had your fucking cock and balls in my mouth!"

Lucas smiled slightly at my weak attempt at lighting the mood, before he
leaned over and looked me in my eyes.

"It's not that. I believe you, and you know why? Because I feel the
same. You know I do. I don't want to lose you, ever again!
But...geez...actually asking Craig for a divorce? That's some next level
shit right there! I just...I didn't know how far we...this would actually
go. Jack, we're family. You're my brother and I'm yours...how the hell are
we gonna make this work? Like, ever? And now you wanna go and end your
marriage over something that maybe won't even happen!"

I pulled Lucas close. I wish I had an answer for him, ready and waiting,
because I would give it to him in a heartbeat...amongst other things...but
at this moment and time, I just did not. I had no clue where to go from
here.

I did know one thing, more than I knew my own life.

There was no way in hell, that Mom would understand this.

I didn't even wanna THINK about how Van would react, given what he told me
the night before. The fact that I lied to him and told him I was still in
love with Craig...Natasha perhaps would have SOME kind of
understanding...she had ALWAYS had my back, but she would definitely draw
the line at this.

Not ONE of them...not ONE of my family members would even BEGIN to tolerate
an incestual relationship between me and my kid brother.

One look at Lucas's beautiful face and all my worries was thrown out the
window.

I loved him...I couldn't love him more than I already did. I reached out
and ruffled his hair, before kissing him softly, for what felt like the
millionth time.

"Dude...not the fucking hair!" he giggled, and suddenly I once again
realised, that his serene, innocent, childlike laughter was all that I
really needed.

We had each other.

I just hoped to God, that wasn't about to make the biggest mistake of my
life, when I would get home.

**

TWO MONTHS LATER

I looked impatiently on my watch as I waited for the call for the
passengers for my designated flight.

A mere two months can seem like a lifetime, especially when you were in the
middle of a more than messy divorce.

I sighed as I read, and re-read the papers that Craig's lawyer had sent
over to me only yesterday. I can understand him being furious about me
basically demanding a divorce out of the blue but he was blocking me on
every turn. Suddenly the charming, totally nice guy that I had known and
loved until now, was becoming more and more of a living nightmare.

That night...that night when I arrived home and told him that my heart
wasn't in this anymore...that was the night everything changed that I
thought I knew about Craig.

He was so unbelievably hurt...he was crestfallen that I wanted to end
things. Of course, I couldn't tell him the REAL reason why I wanted out of
our marriage, so regrettably, I had to stick with the "you slept with my
brother and I can't get over it" excuse.

Which actually did wonders to get the ball rolling, as my own lawyer was
very sympathetic with how I felt about all of this.

Granted Craig, wasn't gonna make it easy, him being a lawyer himself...and
he still was adamant that we could work this out. I hated myself for doing
this...but if I had to tell him that I didn't feel for him even a QUARTER
what I felt for my kid brother, there wouldn't be just a divorce happening
right now...

...when me and Lucas started all of this, he was fifteen.

He was a minor. I could get some serious jail time, if this would EVER get
back to Craig. I cannot believe he would be EXSTATIC about any of
this. Being as hurt as he was, he would make damn sure my ass would fry in
the most violent of prisons possible.

At last, the call for my flight was made. I haven't seen Lucas in two whole
months, not face to face, at least, as we chatted over Skype every single
day. I had an unlimited Wi-Fi contract and router made out in my name,
installed on the ranch, so that we could speak as much as we wanted
to. Natasha didn't have to go to an internet cafe anymore to do her
research and Van could surf loads of porn until he was blue in the face and
hard in the dick.

As brutal as things were between me and Van months ago, it was so much
better now. It almost felt like we were kids again sometimes. I felt as
close...if not closer to Van than I had ever done, and he started to trust
me more and more about the things that went on in his life, and on the
ranch.

He would tell me his plans for example, to combat draught, and what I
thought about it. How he implemented certain elements for horse breeding,
and what I would do differently. I couldn't give much of any feedback, but
I was overjoyed that he wanted my opinion...it literally meant the world to
me.

There were times where he would suddenly become quiet in the middle of a
conversation, before he would again, apologise for the way he treated me. I
couldn't actually wait and see him either.

I really hoped that my mother wouldn't be too upset with the gift I had
gotten Lucas...I didn't get him that precious PS5 that he wanted, but I did
manage to get him a brand-new iPhone. Broken the limit on my credit card to
fucking afford it, but that was what you did for the people you
loved. These two months had been TORTURE. Literally fucking TORTURE.

I had to see him. Jesus Christ, it's been way too long! I yearned...longed
to finally hold him in my arms again...to kiss those delectable teenage
farm boy lips until they looked like they had numerous amounts of botox
injected into them...

...and of course...the second half of his birthday gift, that I had long
ago decided that I was going to give him...later on tonight.

The one birthday present that I wouldn't be able to give him in front of
our entire family.

I was ready. I wanted him to have it.

More than I needed to take my next breath.

**

I decided to take an Uber to the ranch after my flight landed, as I was
quite sure Mom, Van and Natasha would be up to their eyeballs in
preparations for Lucas's sixteenth birthday.

Natasha told me that Van had went to GREAT fucking lengths to get a bonfire
party going on one of the beaches out west, which was perfect for the kid's
street cred...he told me his friends were excited as hell. Some of whom had
never witnessed a bonfire before. In their language...it was gonna be ace.

As I got out of the Uber and tipped my driver, I smiled energetically, as I
saw both Van and Natasha running up towards me in greeting. Van, of course
was three times as fast as our sister and in typical VAN being who he was,
he rugby tackled me to the ground, having my baggage flying all over the
place.

"VAN! JESUS!" I managed to croak out, but his grip and his embrace was way
too strong.

"Let him go, you're gonna smother the poor bastard!" Natasha giggled behind
him.

Oh wow...she was Team Van now? God would get her for that.

Van finally eased up, and he smiled down at where I was still spitting out
bits of loose grass, clearly happy to see me.

"Jacky Boy...damn I missed you, brother!" he cackled before he leaned down
and hugged me tight.

Behind him, Natasha rolled her eyes as dramatically as she could, but the
sweet smile at the corners of her mouth told the truth...she was loving
what she was seeing before her.

Van stood up and held out his hand to help me up, before he quickly gotten
hold of all of my suitcases.

"God, did you bring the entire fucking Cape Town with you?" he cried out,
mocking me at every turn.

"Did I fucking ask you to carry them?" I clapped back, but the glint in
both our eyes gave away that we were only shooting the shit with each
other.

I embraced my mom as we entered the home, and I held her a little longer
than what was necessary. My father's passing was the one thing that no one
on his earth could help her over come, but she knew all of kids were there
for her.

I looked around the kitchen area, and even down the passage that led to the
rooms, before I tried to ask as innocently as possible...

"Where's the birthday boy?"

My heart was beating so fast, it had to rival that of a common garden
rat. Shoot me I was in love.

Natasha turned around and smiled as she took my hand.

"You're so not gonna believe this...he's not here. A bunch of kids took him
out to see a movie...and...he's got a GIRLFRIEND NOW!"

Natasha's hand turned icy cold.

I tried to stay neutral but my body wouldn't let me.

If I had drank the coffee that my mother had made for me before she spoke,
I would have spat it out or would have choked to death.

Girlfriend.

The word BLASTED through me like a hot knife through butter.

I tried to smile, I fucking swear I did my best...I tried to look happy at
what Tash was saying...an older brother was SUPPOSED to be proud when
something like this happened to his younger bro...

...inside I was shaking.

This HAD to be a mistake...some kid of terrible, horrible misunderstanding.

Even if he...was done with me, or if he thought us being together had
become too weird for him...he would have told me. I was sure of it. He
wouldn't just...replace me. Plus, he was GAY! He told me so himself! His
actions told me that, too!

So, what the...FUCKING HELL was happening?

"Yeah, you heard right, there, brother! The little shit has gotten himself
a girlfriend. Holy shit, what's the world coming to? You're getting a
divorce, I can't get a girl to date me, and Natasha is way too
anti-social...you know I keep telling our sister here that guys don't go
for the ugly ducklings..."

"SHUT UP, VAN!" came the combined voices of Natasha and my mother.

Van just snickered and placed his arm around my shoulders.

"Thank God you're here, Jacky. Way too much BLOSSOM around these here
parts!" he hollered, before he picked up my suitcases with ease, and
vanished down the hall with them, towards my room.

I nervously reached out and took hold of my coffee, my God, I was shaking
so badly, but I needed the caffeine. I drank two sips, before I placed it
down, away from me. I cleared my throat...feeling a giant migraine coming
on.

This just couldn't be happening.

"Tash...now tell me...when did THIS all happen?" I asked, as nonchalantly
as I could.

Fucking hell, I wasn't even sure whether or not I wanted to know the
answer.

"Lemme think...yeah, he brought her here like...what, three weeks ago?
You'll meet her tonight at the party, her name is Lee-Anne. Very pretty
though...one of those girls that I wouldn't have been friends with in high
school. Dark black hair, legs to kill a horse and her parents are both
doctors. See where I'm going with this?"

Yeah, I fucking did. And it wasn't pretty.

Natasha frowned as she turned back to me.

"He really didn't tell you about her? You guys Skype all the time? He
really didn't mention anything?"

I shook my head, trying to keep things light.

No. No, he fucking didn't.

Was it possible for a single heart to break numerous times?

**

Everyone who's everyone had to be at this shin-dig tonight.

We had barely arrived at the beach, just outside of the ranch area, on the
west coastal side of the county, where you immediately could hear several
kids voices and screams from a mile away. There was no doubt alcohol here
tonight, which my mother and Van chose to allow since the runt was now
sixteen.

I didn't know if I wanted to see him. I had been looking SO forward to
just...BEING CLOSE to him again, and now...now this.

A part of me, didn't wanna believe it. I knew him, and I knew his
heart. And he would NEVER do this to me.

As Van, my mother, Natasha and I made our way down towards the area where
the bonfire was, I was like a walking zombie. My eyes flickered everywhere,
to see if I could get a glimpse of him. This was his night, after all. I
had no right to be jealous or even angry.

"Hey, you guys made it!"

I froze. That voice.

I turned around and my eyes fell on my kid brother.

He was still taller than me. He was still blond. His hair was still more
than perfect...and OMG...he wasn't wearing a shirt.

His six pack abs were oddly shining under the florescent rays of the
moonlight here on the beach, and for a moment I simply wanted to stare and
appreciate what I was seeing, because until a couple of hours ago, I
thought that we had something REAL going on here...

...and then a fucking house bunny of a school girl decided THIS was the
moment to hang both of her arms around MY boy's neck and shoulders as
slutty as she possibly could.

"Here you are! Hey! Great to see you guys again! And...I don't know
YOU...though?" she rambled off all in one sentence before her eyes landed
squarely on to me.

"We gotta fix that then! Lee, this is my oldest brother, Jack! You can
totally call him Jacky Boy, he won't mind..."

Was I drunk?

WHO was this person?

He was DEFINTELY NOT my brother than I left here two months ago...the
brother who hugged me so damn tight that afternoon before I got into my
Uber heading for the airport, because I didn't want to see him off
there...the one to who told me, we were gonna be forever...WHAT THE HELL
WAS THIS?

And of course, I couldn't SAY anything before all these people...MY GOD.

I forced myself to smile at this little ball of catnip that he chose to
call his girlfriend, before I nodded and tried to sound up beat as
possible.

"Yeah, miracles do still happen! Can't believe my kid brother got himself
and girlfriend, and he didn't think to tell me about her..." I said as
sarcastically as I could, not even caring how it sounded to the rest of the
onlookers.

For a mere moment, it seemed that the message I was trying to convey to him
had well and truly sunk in...for a few seconds he was once again, the same
boy that I looked so lovingly into my eyes and begged me not to leave...

...but the moment passed as soon as it happened.

"No time for that, brother! Come on, Lee...it's my fucking birthday!" he
cried out, dragging the girl away from us, and back to the numerous kids on
the beach, surrounding the fire and the ocean.

"Chip off the old block, right there!" Van cracked, and patted me on the
shoulder.

"Yeah...so fucking happy for him..." I whispered, my eyes never leaving his
person.

**

After the bonfire, Van had arranged for all the teens to come back to the
ranch to have a midnight swim and to dance some more to music, of which he
was the chosen DJ for the night. Throw in a couple of burgers that Mom
agreed to make, and you had a sweet ass deal going if you were a teenager.

The LAST thing I was in the mood for was loud music, but this being my kid
brother's sixteenth birthday, I couldn't just up and leave, could I?

I was on the outside, looking in right now...as Lucas had somehow evolved
into someone that I literally didn't know any more.

I decided I would give it another hour. Then I would fuck off to bed.

Jesus...I ended my marriage because of Lucas.

No one forced me to...I knew that.

I couldn't even be angry at his actions, wanting someone of his own age,
regardless if it was a boy or a girl. It just...ALL of this, just didn't
MAKE SENSE! He TOLD me, he was GAY!

I saw Lucas talking to Van, pointing towards his DJ equipment and then
finally over to where I would faintly make out, Lee-Anne was waiting for
him. When the slow, romantic shit started to play, I knew where THAT was
heading.

Jesus.

I crossed my arms...I couldn't watch this, even if you paid me. The boy
that I loved...the young man on whom I had lost my heart to, was about to
dance in the arms of his girlfriend right in front of me...how FUCKED UP
was that?

My eyes flickered towards the barn, where had Lucas showed me the horses,
including his own, Silver, months ago...it was also behind that same barn
that we had shared our first kiss...it wasn't the ideal spot, but it was
better than being here and WATCHING this drivel.

I slowly made my way over towards the barn, and luckily it was open, so I
just decided to walk in. The music was still loud way over here, but at
least I was away from Lucas and his girlfriend. She was all poofy, and
perfect, reminded me of Regina George, only with black hair. I hated Regina
George back then, and I hated Lee-Anne right now.

"Jack? JACK?"

Turning around, I nearly fell over staples of hay...there was only one
person in the world with a voice like that...

"What...Lucas? What the hell are you doing here? The party in up there, if
you didn't realise," I replied, still having heartbroken over this sudden
turn of events.

To think I later on had wanted to him to...FUCK!

Lucas smiled sadly, and he stood back, looking at me. He sighed and placed
his hands up in the air as a sign of peace.

"Can you just listen...please? I promise I'll explain everything..."

"EXPLAIN? Explain what? Only yesterday we were still...and now you're with
HER? Make it make sense, Lucas! Because honestly, I'm about to take my shit
and fuck off from Sabre Peak Ranch as fast as I can!" I hissed towards him,
before he edged his way closer.

"I had no choice, okay?"

I frowned.

"Fuck that, you always have a choice. And I thought I WAS yours!" I
snapped.

Lucas's eyes were pleading with me...but I was angry as hell.

"Go on...run along! I'm sure your GIRLFRIEND is waiting for a midnight
kiss..."

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND! I had to...I mean...Jesus, Jack, you won't
understand because you have never, ever played sports in your life but..."

"What the hell has THAT got to do with ANYTHING?"

"It started about three weeks ago, okay? The guys on the team were fucking
around with me, because I was turning sixteen and I still didn't have a
girlfriend. It was all fun and jokes, but the matter of me being gay came
up. They were joking...I know that, I'm not an idiot, but it TERRIFIED ME!
And then I nearly had a panic attack because not only was I gay, but I was
in fucking love with my brother and because I was scared they would see
that when you got here! I WAS SCARED OKAY?"

Lucas's young chest was heaving right now, he was shaking his head and
seeming as if he was trying his level best not to burst into tears.

"Don't you get it? I left Lee Anne up there, when I saw you coming down
here...would I have done that if I was lying? She means nothing to me! I
feel like crap, but I'm totally using her right now. You gotta believe me!
I knew...I fucking knew..."

Lucas took a deep breath, and this time, he couldn't stop his tears. I
hated seeing him sad on today, of all days. He wiped said tears away as
quick as he could, before he looked up at me...pathetically so.

"...I knew if I saw you after all this time, I wouldn't be able to hide how
much I missed you. And the guys at school saying all this gay stuff, and
then I got upset and punched one of them, and then suddenly someone said
HEY...it must be true then, that Lucas is gay if he gets upset like
this...I couldn't handle it! I had to do something...Jacky, please don't be
angry at me. I missed you so much, brother, my heart is aching not being
able to touch you RIGHT NOW!"

I don't know why, but I believed him.

The time frames fitted...Tash also said he introduced Lee-Anne to them
THREE weeks ago.

I sighed, before I walked over towards him. I placed my hands on both of
his shoulders.

"Kiss me," was all that I said.

With a raw, sudden war cry, from deep inside his throat, the kid THREW
himself at me, attacking my mouth with everything he had inside of him. He
was like a lion possessed...a wild jaguar being told that he couldn't eat a
raw piece of meat in front of him. His smell...his taste...even his touch
was familiar as anything, he was desperate to show me that he was telling
the truth.

I plunged my tongue hungrily into his mouth, satisfied at hearing the howl
from him as I did so. His hands were everywhere on my person that he could
reach to touch, his prints on my body were like electric shocks, after all
this time. I forced myself to release him...because I wanted to check
something. I have known my brother since birth...there was only one way
that I would see if he was telling me the truth.

His eyes.

His beautiful, blue eyes.

As he was growing up, as kids tended to do...sometimes they lied to their
peers. I was always able to tell when and if the little runt was telling me
porkies...because his eyes would give him away.

He wasn't lying.

Not because THAT was what I wanted to believe...it was because what I was
seeing, his emotions, reflecting inside my own line of sight.

"I'm not lying, Jack...I wouldn't lie about this...I love you way too
fucking much..." he whispered, his chest still heaving, his huge frame
nearly dwarfing my own, after all this time apart.

I looked around me.

The barn...the horses surrounding us, hay fucking everywhere you tended to
look.

I couldn't wait to give him his present for even one more second.

It would have to be here, and perhaps this was better this way.

I hugged my kid brother to me, and I smiled as I heard him sigh.

Jack and Lucas...Lucas and Jack, together again, at last.

"I love you...I love you...I love you..." came the warm whisper of his
beath against my throat.

I kissed his hair and placed my mouth right at his left ear.

"I have two gifts for you...the first one is at the house, and I'll give it
to you later..."

"Is it the PS5..."

"I said later...right now, I wanna give your REAL present...the one that
didn't come for my wallet, but from my heart..." I managed to somehow get
out of my emotional choking hold.

He looked upwards at me, and pulled my face towards his own, and kissed me
so deeply, so tender...so fucking unlike a horny sixteen-year-old
should. If I didn't believe him before, I did now. If he really had a
girlfriend, he wouldn't have bothered to fuck around here with me.

"Lucas...I've asked this before, but it's been two months and you're a
horny teenager so here goes...are you still a virgin?"

Lucas blushed, and he giggled slightly after hearing my question.

"You did suck my dick..."

I shook my head.

"No, brother. That's not what I'm asking. In plain common English...have
you ever fucked anyone before?"

Lucas's eyes widened, as it dawned on him what my present could actually
be...and he would be right.

"No, but..."

"Tonight, that's gonna change," I said, with extreme finality, before I
took his hand, and he followed me, quite literally like a little lamb to
its slaughter.

I stopped in the middle of the barn, where thank God, there were loads,
loads...staples and staples of hay on the floor.

I took his hand and brought it up towards my mouth, and softly kissed it.

"Lucas Nathan Holt, words can't tell you how I felt when I saw you with
that girl tonight. Because I have fallen too hopelessly, too fucking head
over heels in love with you, that I'm gonna hate anyone who dares touch
you. Because you're mine, brother. And if you don't wanna do this...if this
is all too much, then you run out of here NOW as fast as you can...but I
know you. I know you want this JUST as much as I do. So...here's your
present, little bro. I love you more than words could ever say..."

I stood away from him, before I swiftly removed my jacket from my
person. Followed pretty quickly by my t-shirt.

By this time, I noticed a swelling...a noticeable movement in his
jeans...specifically around his groin.

"Jesus, Jack..." he whispered, totally out of breath.

The penny had well and truly dropped.

I winked at him, before unclasping the belt on my own pair of skinny jeans,
removing it, and throwing it on the heap of my clothes. There was only my
socks and boxers to go...the former was taken care of like it was throwing
away a band aid.

Lucas stepped closer...his big dick...Jesus, did that thing grow even more
when I was away...was straining his jeans right now. He was hard...and boy,
was he ready.

"Happy birthday, Lukey..." I said, my voice as strained as anything, after
finally putting my plan into actions, having wanted this before I ever
left...

...before I finally removed my boxers, standing before my kid brother as
naked as the day that I was brought into this world.

**

He was out of his clothes, before you could even say HORNY TEENAGER.

I hissed as his naked body stood before me...his abs on show for the entire
barn's viewing pleasure...his hair glistering in the moonlight shining over
us...his cock hard and proud, sticking upwards at JUST the right angle for
my mouth and my ass to drip water, drool like a drought in winter.

I laid down on my back, right on the soft, various clumps of hay, before I
opened up my legs, spreading each one way to its side, as far as it would
dare to go. I was always a bottom...Craig was always a top...you do the
math...I was more than ready.

It pains me to say it, as it was going to literally in a few minutes, but
Craig was way smaller in dick size to Lucas.

Lucas was a solid eight and half inches, the previous time that I had
sucked him and swallowed his sperm...he genuinely seemed a massive nine
inches right now. I held my nerve and pulled him closer to me...not
expecting the motion, he collapsed on top of me, and suddenly we were face
to face...chest to chest...cock to cock.

I reached upwards and lovingly ran my fingers through his blond hair, only
for the clean strands to fall across his forehead as it normally did.

"You're so beautiful...being with you right here, I'm the fucking king of
the world..." I breathed Leo DiCaprio's famous words, meaning it with every
beating of my heart.

Lucas looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, before he swallowed and
cleared his throat.

"Jacky...you sure about this?" he whispered.

"I love you, Lucas...this is me, giving you my everything. I've wanted this
for such a long time. Now hurry up before I lose my nerve and fuck me with
your big ass dick!" I hissed towards him, pulling him close for a kiss,
which he MORE than reciprocated.

I took one look at his rock-hard teenage dick, and knew I was going to be
in pieces when he was done with me.

Luckily Craig and I had a healthy sex life before I wanted to leave him,
and I was confidant my hole would still be somewhat open for what Lucas
needed to do.

"Baby, spit in your hand. At least two loads."

Lucas looked at me as if I was certifiably insane.

"Baby...just do it, please?"

He slowly, as if not to make himself look silly...bless...did as he was
told.

"Now go ahead and smear all of that gunk on that beautiful dick of
yours. Trust me...it will make things SO much easier, you'll see."

Still looking at me, as if I had just told him to jump off Table Mountain,
he spat inside his hand again, gathering more and more saliva in his palm,
and with a final doubting look towards me he proceeded to slick his big
dick up the way that I wanted him to.

My mouth and my water were literally watering...newly turned sixteen years
of age, and already about to fuck his first piece of ass.

"Lukey...?"

"Yeah...?" his voice nothing but a mere, amazed whisper.

"Push it in...but for God's sake, do it slowly. You've seen how big you
are. Slowly..."

Lucas focused his eyes on his piece of meat. Jesus...sixteen and he already
had a weapon larger than the average male. So did I, and so did Van, the
last time I had seen it when we were kids, but I think Lucas was bigger
than both of us. The little fucking sod...all grown up.

Gently, as if not to hurt me, he positioned himself at the back of my
trembling hole, and he placed the head of his cock gently against the
opening of my anus. I nearly creamed myself before he even DID
anything...just by the mere feeling of his penis against my skin.

"Slowly Lukey...slowly, baby..." I whispered.

Lucas nodded, as if he was doing the most important job in the whole world,
as he inserted his dick into my hole.

A wonderful, angelic, celestial sensation of bliss...combined with knowing
whose dick it belonged to, spread through my entire body like a
wildfire. Every little inch he pushed further and further, his dick
drilling into my ass, little by little, was a cocoon of sexual peak and
pride.

My little brother...my Lucas...inside me, just like I wanted and needed.

He was half way in, before he leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips,
hovering a bit, seemingly like he was looking into my eyes for an answer to
his question.

"Am I hurting you?" he softly asked.

I shook my head...but he was.

There wasn't a chance that I would tell him that though...knowing Lukey he
would pull out immediately.

I gritted my teeth as he plunged inside my further...deeper.

His wonderful, teenage cock inserting itself right into the abyss, where
would belong for eternity, if I had my way. I closed my eyes and pretended
like I was taking a huge dump...it helped for a moment, but he was just too
big.

"JESUS...FUCK..." I croaked out, and I quickly pulled his ass towards me,
when it seemed he wanted to take it out of me.

"Stay...stay in me...please..." I whispered, hoarsely...my throat and voice
like gravy over mashed potatoes.

A few more excruciating minutes...

...and he was in.

"Jacky...Jacky, I did it! I'm all the way inside you! We did it!" he cried
out softly, giggling out of sheer nervous amazement at his achievement, as
if he was doing this all alone...all this time.

Teenagers.

"Believe me...I can fucking feel EVERY part of it..." I managed to squeak
out as I took huge breaths in trying to accommodate his giant nine inches
inside my ass.

"What do I do now?" he asked, running his fingers through his by now,
sweaty hair, and the motion of his muscled arm, and his open chest, flexing
above me as he did so, was almost enough to make Nick Cannon sterile.

"Now...now you fuck me, baby..." I cried out, and lunged my back towards
the hay, in order to feel him more inside me.

Lucas smiled slightly, realising suddenly just where he was, and just what
he was doing...he was fucking losing his virginity...not just to anyone,
but his oldest brother.

"Holy...fuck...fuck...God, fuck me...FUCK ME!" I yelled out as he began
moving in and out of me at an extremely slow pace.

The little shit was so obviously afraid of hurting me, that it wasn't
remotely funny...if I wanted slow and steady, I would have stuck a carrot
up my ass.

He nodded and started thrusting his pelvis quicker into my backside, the
huge length of his dick FINALLY starting to being me some much-needed
pleasure and sexual relief. The more Lucas got into it, and it seemed the
more he started to hear me moan...

...the more he was getting off on it.

"FUCK ME...FUCK YOUR BROTHER...FUCK HIM GOOD!" I yelled out, begging Lucas
to give me literally ALL he had. All nine inches of it.

Lucas was a born trooper, and he FUCKING GAVE me everything he had.

His balls were smacking my ass into a sheer oblivion, his stomach muscles
and abdominals were flexing in total beat with his teenage heart, that I
thought I had Van Wilder Ryan Reynolds pounding my ass. Over and over, his
dick started to feel good, it started to REALLY feel good.

His cock was doing wonders that he probably never knew he had in him, as he
launched his body across mine and kissed me so hard and so full of
testosterone that it would have killed an army of mammoths.

My body was a fucking rag doll to him at that moment and time...I was a
mere means to get off...I didn't blame him...he was having his first fuck
and his dick was probably making him feel like the BIGGEST COCK in the
world.

My eyes rolled back in their sockets, and not for the first time...my
prostrate was pleasured every single time that he drilled his big dick
home, taking me to Pound Town and way beyond.

"I'm gonna cum...I can't stop it, Jacky, I'm gonna cum..." he whispered,
and I smiled...teenage boys...they just don't last long, and there was
nothing I could do about it.

He kept pounding me, his length driven in and out like a sheer male dog in
heat. I was getting close myself, just knowing and realising that my kid
brother was going to nut right inside me.

"Don't you fucking DARE pull out!" I hissed at him, and I couldn't care
less if he heard me or not. I wanted to enjoy every second that he was
still giving me such incredible sexual satisfaction.

Lucas was a mad man...hormones flying through him like Amelia Earheart
through thick fog, his youthful stamina was fucking amazing as he kept
drilling me...kept drilling me...his cock feeling so good deep inside my
deepest, darkest cavern...

...until his sixteen-year-old body just, couldn't last any more.

"Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...FUCK!" he cried out in his boyish tone,
his entire stomach showing off EVERY ripple of his sexy, muscled stomach as
he POUNDED inside me one last time, before the supposed river bank
collapsed...

...and he FLOODED me with his virile, teenage male sperm.

I moaned out loud, not even caring who the fuck would ever hear me as my
cock seemingly morphed into something working on auto pilot...as I felt his
sperm torrent its way deep into my guts, my own penis decided it was time
to erupt himself.

Our combined Holt DNA was all over the place, I literally couldn't tell
which sperm, was which. His white, milky fluids was leaving my ass faster
than a whore on crack, and I so badly wished that I had a butt plug or
something to keep it there, indefinitely.

Lucas fell on top of me, exhausted as anything. Poor kid...his first fuck
was something that he would always remember, and so it should be. I reached
upwards and caressed his sweaty hair, taking a goblet of my own sperm onto
my fingers and winked at him.

"Here comes the train..." I snickered out oud, as he giggled softly, but
opening his mouth anyway, licking my cream off my sticky fingers like it
was some Turkish delicacy. Licking the last remaining bits of cum into his
mouth, he touched my face, still dominating me with his big, powerful
body. There was no doubt at what he had just done.

"You okay, baby?" I asked softly, caressing his sides, wanting to make sure
that this wasn't all too much for him.

Losing your virginity at age sixteen was nothing knew whatsoever, but to
lose it to your older brother, was something that majority would frown upon
and reject in a second.

He was so tired, he couldn't speak.

His eyes told me how he felt.

And if what wasn't enough, he nodded, and silently mouthed...

"I LOVE YOU," to me.

I don't think I ever felt happier, more contempt. More...more at home.

Wanting to divorce Craig was harsh, and it would take some time to forgive
myself for hurting him so much, but what was I supposed to do?

Live with a man, who I don't love as much as he deserves to be loved?

When there was another man on this earth, who I would DIE for, in a
heartbeat, if it meant that he would be okay?

Lucas was slightly snoring...I blinked and listened carefully to the
outside world. The party was still in full swing, and no one was seemingly
missing Lucas.

Five minutes. Just five more minutes, and I would wake him up.

I could feel his heart beating against my own. I felt his love for me
through each and every rhythmic beating.

Just five more minutes...I couldn't let go just yet.

I hugged my naked brother to me, and closed my eyes.

**

Looking back on the exact moment, I would always castrate myself as to why
we didn't just...get up and had gotten dressed.

If only I had been the ADULT that I actually was, and allowed Lucas to get
dressed and go back to the party.

It was like instinct woke me up, before I was even, actually awake.

I heard the footsteps of someone approaching...and yet I stayed deathly
silent and statuesque.

In the years after all of this happened, I would often wonder...

...was I simply done pretending?

Did I secretly WANT someone to find us like this?

Was I tired of living the biggest of all lies, that subconsciously I
thought...fuck it, I wanna tell everyone that I know?

I think in hindsight...hearing her voice screaming at me, I would fucking
remember this for as long as I would live.


"Lucas? Are you in here? Everyone is looking for you...it's time to cut
the..."

"JESUS! NATASHA!"

Lucas opened his eyes, and jumped up as fast as his legs could carry
him. His long, hung penis was even big in its flaccid state, not that THAT
was helping anyone right now.

Our sister Natasha, who I had loved, nurtured and cared for all my
life...the ONE person who had my back after our father had chased me from
this very ranch...

...was suddenly staring at me in sheer morbid disbelief and utter shock, as
her eyes flickered between me and Lucas, one by one.

We were both naked.

There was dried cum on my chest.

That was damning, but besides the point.

The fact that my UNDERAGE brother and I had clearly been having sex, was
something not even a BLIND man couldn't and wouldn't immediately realise.

"Tash...please don't tell anyone..." came the desperate call from Lucas.

Natasha shook her head, and carefully treaded backwards.

"No...no...no..." she kept on repeating as if on some sort of staccato
re-dial...clearly trying to tell herself that what she was seeing before
her, wasn't real.

I grabbed my clothes and tried to put them on as quick as
possible...meanwhile Lucas was frozen solid, his bits hanging out for all
the world to see.

"Natasha...okay, this looks bad, but this wasn't just a sex thing, okay? I
wanna try and explain..."

It was like my words had suddenly SHOOK Natasha out of her catatonic
stupor...

"EXPLAIN? OH...OH...MY...GGGGODD! What the hell, Jack? Are you SERIOUS?
You're his brother! You're...you're supposed to PROTECT him!"

"Tash, Jesus..."

Natasha's eyes flashed dangerously, as she marched forward towards me,
completely ignoring Lucas, and before I properly knew what had hit me...

...she SLAPPED me across the entirety of my face.

"I don't wanna hear it! You're a SICK FUCKING FREAK! Tell me...just how
long have you been FUCKING OUR BABY BROTHER?"


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THANKS FOR READING!! Xx

We knew it had to happen some time.

Sooner or later, someone of the family HAD to find out to keep the plot
going, and I decided to play it safe for now.

Natasha knowing, creates the lesser harm it could have done...if it was
either the mom or Van, it would have been over for the story.

I hope you enjoyed it.

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