Silence Between Brothers - Sex Stories

Silence Between Brothers

... shred of clothing. He returned to his own study, pushing the images out. He read, "To deny love is to refuse oneself to admit the full transcendence of the other, and to do this is to impoverish one's own existence."

Levi's eyes burned, his throat tightened as he pictured his lonely abyss stretching from birth to death, and, if the Father's words were to be trusted, longer still. It was extra hard on nights when Jude would leave with friends and stay out late. As much as he loathed to admit it, he needed some care and support.

Like anyone who's received care from another, Levi had incidental intimate contact with his mom, dad, doctors, and brother. But none of them touched to bring him pleasure. He knew he wasn't supposed to think such things, but he imagined another man milking his cock. He believed as much as anything, it'd never happen. No one wanted him, man or woman.

After years steeped in the injustice of it all, Levi soured on the idea of a god. If he existed, he was cruel both in this life and the next. Why would he have just as much red-blooded desire as any man, but not the respect or position to act on it?

Twice a week, after dinner, Jude gave his younger brother a sponge bath, and on Saturday evenings they patroned the public bathhouse. Levi walked, clinging to his brother's brawny arm.

Saturday nights were busiest at the bathhouse. The place clamored with the spray of water, echoing voices and laughter. One man noticed them and pointed. He laughed ...

... at Levi's expense, encouraging his friends to join in his amusement. After Jude beat the living hell out of him, the rest were content with the occasional stare.

Jude took every limited opportunity to glance at all the bodies and parts, but Levi gave himself a pass on this social norm. He was different. They all could see it, so he leered at anyone he pleased. But Jude, whose physique and proportions rung ideal to Levi, drew his eyes most. Thin, lean skin clung tight to his muscular body with hairy forearms, chest and calves, while his biceps, shoulders, and thighs were silk smooth, unblemished. A thin line of hair fell from the center of his chest, eventually blending into the pubes, crowning his swinging cock.

Jude washed himself first, dirt and grime caking his exposed skin. His thorough wash started first with his hair, then face, followed by neck and forearms, progressing to untanned, seldom seen skin, the pattern of short, light brown hair surrounding his groin, then, finally, the pike itself. After a good rinse, Jude helped Levi.

The younger brother sat on a stool and followed Jude's lathering rhythm with bated breath. Unlike their parents, Jude reliably gave Levi grazes.

Growing up, Levi tried to sort things so his brother bathed him. He usually failed and rarely followed through, fretting about his parents or Jude's suspicions.

At the bathhouse, whenever he caught Jude a bit aroused, Levi touch and grope.

Jude chuckled. "Don't tease."

Levi's skin ...