Description
My brother plays football. Friday nights under the lights, jersey soaked, hair wet, and I’m in the stands telling everyone I’m watching the game. I’m not. I’m watching him.
Then he comes home and the smell of his body wash hits me on the stairs and I’m hard before I’ve even made it to my room. Every night. Every single night. It’s some form of torture.
I want him. That’s the whole thing. I want my own brother, and I’m tired of pretending it’s fine.
It’s not fine.
5631 words
*This story contains explicit incest between brothers. All characters are adults.
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