Brothers Withoug Boundaries

P.O.V. = Mikey.

I love it when he says my name. How it falls from his lips so eloquently. Filled with softness and drowning in that kid brother sound. I love every hug he gives me. Wrapping me in his warm arms, even if it’s only for a second.

I can’t remember a time when he hasn’t been there for me. He’s been there and taken care of every skinned knee and broken heart. He fought for me all through school; breaking bones every time someone busted my lip.

Eventually I started to look at him differently. Seeing the beauty in him, noticing the perfect architecture of his body. I started loving him in ways I shouldn’t. In ways no one should ever love their brother. I always tried to push the thoughts away and pretend they weren’t real, but it’s only made them worse. I know it’s wrong. A horrid unforgivable sin, but I don’t care anymore.

I’m sick of not being able to kiss him and touch him how I want. Tired of not being able to sleep in the same bed. I’m in love with my big brother. In such a sinful and disgusting way, but there’s no way I can change that. The worst part is him not feeling the same way. I still need him to know. Even if it’s going to make him hate me.

The floor boards creek as I walk down the hall to his bedroom. I go to know but my hand freezes half way and I nervously rub my palms on my jeans, thinking of how wrong this is going to end up being. Several deep breaths later I manage to regain my composure and I knock three times.

“Come in.” I wrap my sweaty hand around the brass doorknob and push it open. I kind of wished he’d sleeping. I quietly close the door behind me, trying not to wake mom and dad up. “What’s up?” he asks as I stand awkwardly in the dimly lit room.

“Gee, if I told you a really big secret would you keep it?”

“Of course.”

“Will you promise not to let it make you mad at me?”

“You know it’s going to or you wouldn’t have said that.”

“Gee this is serious!” I say, walking over and laying beside him on my stomach, looking in his beautiful dark eyes.

“Okay.” I stall, having second thoughts about doing this. “Well tell me!”

“You didn’t promise.” I look away from him, fidgeting with my hands, my chest pounding with that feeling of adrenaline and fear.

“I promise not to get mad.” I bite my lip and look at him shyly, watching the grin on his face.

“Close your eyes.” He shuts them tightly and I hesitate before pressing my lips lightly against his. Instead of pushing me away like I’d expected him to, he just lays there, letting my sin corrupt his perfection.

“That’s it?” He asks, once I’ve pulled away from him.

“Yea…you can hate me now.”

”Why?”

“Cause it’s wrong and sick to feel this way about you. I can’t stop. I tried but I can’t. I love you. I’ll understand if you never want to speak to me again.” I look away from him and wait for him to push me off the bed or tell me to get lost but he doesn’t.

“I…I love you too.”

“Not the same…It’ll never be the same…You’re not sick like me.” He pulls me into him arms when I stop speaking and I look into his piercing eyes.

“Mikey…If I could spend the rest of my life with anyone on earth it would be you. It’ll never be any different.” He kisses me softly and I kiss him back, my heart turning over in my chest. I kiss his sugar lips over and over before we open up to each other, tongues meeting in between, to move on and explore mouths.

He tastes like Marlboros and mouthwash, softly working against me, his big warm hands slipping under my clothes and over my skin. His palms are smooth and soft, more perfect than I’d thought, sliding up my back and softly tickling my shoulder blades. Chills run throughout my body as he sweeps his hands across my skin and he pulls my shirt over my head, parting our lips for only a second. He drops it to the floor and our lips softly meet again, lacing our mouths together before he wraps his arms around me, encasing me in his own warmth. The moment I start to relax a small moan escapes from my throat and I loose myself inside him, giving up every thing but him for now.

“Wait.” He says, pulling his lips from mine so suddenly and I look at him, wondering what’s so important that he’d stop heaven for. “How far do you want to go? I mean, I don’t want to do something you’re not willing to, and I don’t want to go too fast for you, or…” I silence him by pressing a finger to his lips.

“Shhh…I want you to make love to me until the heat from our flesh melts our bodies together and you’re a part of me forever.” His eyes cloud over with that romantic look you see in the movies and our lips meet again, this kiss more needy and softer than the last. His fingers push past my jeans so they brush against my hips and I push myself onto him, letting him feel me through the sheets. His lips break from mine when he arches his back and a loud moan escapes from his lips.

“I wasn’t expecting that.” He says, his voice thick with heavy breath. I silence him with another open kiss before his hands slowly travel to the front of my jeans and I move accordingly to give him better access. The button pops. He undoes my zipper and immediately his hand is in my boxers, wrapping around me, the friction causing me to moan into his mouth before he pulls away and flips me over.

“I wasn’t expecting that.” I say in mockery of him. He smiles at me and then sits up, taking his hand from my pants and slowly pulling them off my body. He stares at me a second before undressing himself and his lips meet my stomach as his hand massages my hips. His lips are smooth and warm against my skin, his hands mapping out every contour of my body as he works his way up it. I coo in content as he trails warm wet kisses up my chest, smoothing his hand over my collar bone and back down my side, stopping just above my him where he grinds against me, that electric fire fleeting through me as I whisper his name. He bites and kisses my neck softly as I snake my hands up his back. He presses against me once more and I gasp at the sudden friction, realizing how intensely my body is reacting to him. “Please.” I breath, unable to find the words to finish my sentence. His lips meet mine and I stop thinking of what to say as he grinds against me again, making my body ache with a need to have him in me. He ends the kiss and replaces his tongue with his fingers, allowing me to coat them with spit.

“You know this is going to hurt a little, right?” He asks, pulling his fingers from my mouth and placing them between my legs.

“I don’t care, just do it.”

”I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Gee please, I need this…I need you.” Nervously and carefully, he presses two into me, searching my eyes for any pain or discomfort but I hide what there is and he starts stretching me a little; scissoring his fingers inside me. He angles upwards and brushes up against something, surprising me and pushing a strand of curse words from my mouth. “Do that again.” I request and he complies, making fire shoot through me and he presses in a third digit. A worries expression finds it’s way onto his face and I know I’ve winced or wined.

“I’ll stop if it hurts.”

“Don’t stop. Please just don’t stop.” I beg and pull him in for a kiss and his fingers ease away the pain. I push back on him, trying to get him to touch that spot again and letting him know I’m ready. He stops kissing me and looks in my eyes to make sure.

“You really want this?” He asks and I nod silently, watching that beautiful smile rush across his face. He gives me a quick soft kiss before spitting into his hand and reaching down to coat his length with the make shift lubricant. I feel him pressed up against my opening and I push myself back on him, prompting him to slowly ease himself into me.

He’s bigger than I’d thought and it hurts when he’s fully in so I bring his lips to mine, trying to distract myself from the pain and it works, his soft mouth making me forget everything else. In a matter of moments I’m moaning into his mouth as he thrusts in and out of me. His lips leave mine and I can hear his heavy breath in my ear as I push back onto him, meeting his gentle and hard movements as he releases a soft moan into my ear.

My hands ghost silently along the skin of his back as our bodies move together, his thrusts quickening gradually and the sweat starting to bead on our skin. I love this high-elated feeling, like every one of my nerve endings are tingling in ecstasy, my breathing forced in uneven, heavy pants. Before I realize it, he’s moved us both so he’s sitting up with me in his lap. I don’t know how he managed it, but I don’t care. I look at him with pleasant surprise and join our lips in a feverish kiss, repositioning myself before rocking back and forth on him. Our lips part and I watch as he closes his eyes, tilting his head back and moaning, as I feel my legs start to tremble.

“Ungh…God…Mikey...” I press our lips together, opening up as his tongue pushes past his lips and into my mouth. His fingers wrap around me and I moan into our kiss, pulling back to look into his eyes, our fast and heavy breaths falling in sync. I feel him tensing up inside me and he moans my name under his breath and I know we’re both close. Waves of pleasure wash over me and I grit my teeth trying to hold back a scream. “I’m gonna cum.” He says, keeping his hand on my lower back as it arches in rapture.

“Me too…” My body shakes and he hits my spot, pushing me to the edge and I release my quivered cries and moans as my body breaks into orgasm, and I spill in his hand, spotting both our stomachs. My muscles tighten around him and he squeezes my hips, filling my body with warm cum as he rolls his hips up into me, prolonging this good feeling.

“Fuck…” He whispers, laying down and trying to breath, letting me fall on top of him, my thick breath matching his. He holds my hips in his hands, lifting me slightly and pulling out of me. He kisses me through our labored breath ignoring the sticky liquid between us. “Oh god that was amazing.” He says and I giggle, his chest still heaving as his hands move along my sweat covered back.

“Yea.” I agree and roll off him, grabbing a sheet and wiping us both off. He turns and wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my hair and kissing my neck.

“Mmm…Baby, baby, baby…I love you.”

“I love you too.” I say, giggling shyly, enjoying the feeling of his skin

“You sleepy baby?” I nod, feeling worn out, my lungs feeling the need for rest. He kisses my eyes when I close them and tells me to go to sleep.

“Are you going to stay with me?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” I close my eyes and he holds me even tighter as I drift of into my first night of truly peaceful sleep.