Silence Between Brothers - Sex Stories

Silence Between Brothers

***Story features gay incest***

By age 25, Levi tired of his parents treating him like a child. He might have cerebral palsy, but he was an adult god damn it. He needed more independence.

His older brother, Jude, rented an apartment downtown, only ten miles away, Levi reassured his parents. His big brother would be there, could help him.

Their parents' behavior had pushed Jude away too, always medalling, weekly blind dates, church activities, unexpected prospect suiters masquerading as dinner guests. There was scarcely a free moment for yourself, privacy limited to bathroom, bedtime.

Once Jude tasted what it was like away from home during the war, he couldn't go back. Life as a soldier was like home save for pressure to marry: never, and intimacy with men: frequent.

Upon release, Jude moved to the big city where he made friends downtown. He discovered the nightlife and the gay bar.

Times were different. If someone you knew saw you at, or even near the bar, you could lose everything. Though, as a hired construction hand, Jude had little to lose in the way of income, but starting over in a new place was a last resort. People were suspicious of newcomers. You'd have to lie low for years before getting your foot into the gay scene again safely.

Then there was the constant Spector of assault. Groups of men dealing out no-consequence beatings. The police looked the other way; in their mind, we deserved worse than what we got, or law would give.

Cruising ...

... spots were safer, but not safe. On a handful of weekends, Jude mustered the courage to go to the bar. He wore a hat, and a thick collared coat to cover his straight wheat-blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes.

By the time Levi moved in, he'd given a single blowjob since his service overseas.

Still, Jude hadn't realized how much he missed his little brother. Plus, with Levi, their parents helped with rent, giving Jude's tight budget a slight stretch. It meant more showers at the local bathhouse, and maybe some liquor.

Levi loved to read philosophy, and Jude listened as he scribbled and sketched. The piles of paper spread across the small round linoleum table, some falling to the floor.

The words of the new philosophers roused hope in the long hours Levi spent alone. Lacking the means, physicality, and social acceptance needed to do much more than sit at home. At least Jude's return each day was something to which he could look forward. A welcome change from home with their mother and her judging eyes. A mother not above scolding and lecturing her sons for pleasing themselves.

Levi glanced up from Beauvoir and furrowed his brow. "Why do you draw so many men?"

"It's the same one." Jude hooked his tongue over his lip. "Tryin' to get him right."

Levi blinked. "Why not a woman?"

Jude rubbed the lead tip against the paper. "Done studies of women. Doing a man now."

Levi surveyed the series of sketches avalanching onto the floor, all men, muscular, without a ...