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Subject: The Harding Brothers - Chapter 4 The Harding Brothers - Chapter 4 (Continuation of series in gay/incest) CHAPTER 4 The Harding brothers slept for nearly two hours, completely naked and uncovered, in post-orgasmic bliss. Before drifting off, Robby slid down off the headboard, laying flat on his back under his little brother's weight. He snored lightly. His right arm had hooked around Josh's lithe waist, his big mitt resting gently on the small of Josh's back. The side of his palm rested perfectly against the outward curve of Josh's smooth, pale, jock bubble butt. Josh, sprawled out on top of his bigger, stronger brother, had his face nuzzled into the nape of Robby's neck, the back of his head resting gently on the bed. His mouth exhaled slow, sleepy, warm breaths into Robby's ear. His legs were splayed around his older brother's, his knees just barely resting on the bed beside Robby's muscular thighs. Josh's hands gently gripped his brother's bulky upper arms. Even in full slumber, Robby's senses remained heightened, if only subconsciously. His awareness of the incriminating position he was in with his own brother made him periodically twitch and groan, but never quite enough to rouse either of them from sleep. They had passed out so quickly, neither brother had time to consider the implications of what they'd just done. Nevertheless, somewhere inside, they both knew that it was condemnable. Forbidden. Taboo. Those sentiments were more at the forefront of Robby's mind, surely. But for both of them, the pleasure, the excitement, could not be denied. And in the emotional upheaval of their parents' divorce, the connection of the act, and the tender, impromptu naked slumber, was a welcome refuge. Somewhere between his amorphous panic dream and the sound of his brother's soft breath in his ear, Robby detected the faint, faraway şişli travesti sound of crunching gravel under car tires. It was just enough to force his eyes open. Fuck.....their mother was pulling into the driveway. Even Josh, feeling so bonded to his brother in this intimate moment, was awoken by Robby's minimal movement. He lazily lifted his head, just barely coming out of his deep, dreamy sleep. "Whhaa...uuh...issss...iss that...ma?" he whispered, drunkenly. "YES YOU IDIOT," Robby chided loudly, and cringing, slid his brother off of him with a sudden shove, flopping Josh onto his back next to him. Robby looked down at their naked bodies, streaked in their mutual cum, some still runny, some dried. Their oversized teenage cocks were still semi erect and hung across their thighs. Both of the boys' pubes were matted. The room reeked unmistakably of boy sex. Robby, hands shaking slightly, exclaimed, "We're a MESS." In response, Josh bounded immediately to his feet next to his brother's bed. He grabbed the two towels from their morning showers from the top of their hamper, throwing one at Robby, and in one smooth motion started hastily rubbing his own towel up and down his lean, sticky body. Robby huffed hard, and commanded his brother, "GO. SHOWER.....NOW." Josh whimpered, spread his legs and thread his towel between his thighs, flossing his balls and undercarriage with it furiously. "The towels are still wet, calm down! There's no TIME for a SHOWER!" Robby realized Josh was actually right for once, and started crudely wiping up and down his own fuzzy, muscled frame. Then Robby sat up on his bed, grabbing his dirty hoodie from the floor, one that he was willing to sacrifice with whatever dripping ejaculate he may have missed. He watched as his brother hopped from one foot to the other, his big dick and smooth balls bouncing beylikdüzü travesti as he tugged up the gym shorts he'd been wearing earlier. Robby pulled on a pair of sweatpants, without underwear, still watching Josh dress himself with impressive speed. For a split second, Robby wondered how many times Josh had hurriedly hidden some dirty and forbidden thing he'd done. But he shook his head, focusing his mind as he had trained himself to do. He let out a frustrated grunt, and walked past Josh, giving him a gentle shove as he left the room. Josh looked on with a smirk, tugging a t-shirt down over the waistband of his short nylon gym shorts, trying to stretch it low enough to cover the still-obvious bulge he was sporting. Josh jumped a bit hearing Robby let out a loud, exasperated, "FUCK!" Josh could hear his flustered brother clanging around in the kitchen, surely rushing to make it appear that he was well into prepping for dinner. Josh heard the front door open, followed by the muffled voices of his mother and brother greeting each other. He waited in the bedroom doorway a couple minutes before emerging into the kitchen. Robby had started chopping vegetables, making small talk with their mother about their day as Josh entered. The younger Harding surprised his mother with a long and affectionate hug, smirking at his brother over her shoulder, as if to underline her cluelessness. Robby's face went flush with heat, and he scowled down at the cutting board as he blushed. This had been far too close a call for Robby's liking. --- The next month was incredibly tense between the Harding brothers. Robby struggled to put what had happened between them out of his mind, his internal conflict manifesting in a sour and distant mood; more distant, even, than usual. Josh wasn't sure he had ever seen his brother in such a state. istanbul travesti He was wounded by Robby's willful ignorance. Obviously, this was the exact opposite of his intentions when he had done what he had done....when he had convinced his brother to engage in a moment of mutual pleasure....and especially when he had reached out, and..... Ultimately, Josh loved his brother enough to try to give him the benefit of the doubt. Robby must not have been feeling good about it. While that saddened Josh, he gave Robby plenty of space. Where Robby tried to put the incident out of mind, Josh obsessed over it. He replayed the experience over and over in his head, memorizing every detail of his brother's body and cock, and how it felt to be pressed together in mutual sexual abandon. Josh's horniness was gathering like a storm. But in stark contrast to the months prior, Josh started to find a great deal of conflict in the moments where he had the urge to pleasure himself. Any time he dared to touch himself, he would think of his brother's turmoil, and would abstain out of sheer guilt. Then, one morning, Josh woke before school to a buzzing, rattling sound. He stretched, yawned, and let his eyes adjust to the light pouring into the room. He heard the buzzing again, lifted his head and opened his sleepy eyes, looking over to Robby's messy, empty bed. On Robby's nightstand, Josh saw his brother's phone lit up. Normally, Robby kept it with him wherever he went; leaving it on the nightstand was very unusual. Josh's mind flooded with simultaneous questions: why didn't Robby wake him up like normal? Who would be texting his brother so early in the morning? Why doesn't he have his phone with him? Then Josh realized that the shower was running on the other side of his wall. His curiosity got the best of him; he got up in his tented boxers and picked up his brother's phone. It was locked, but Josh could still see the text notifications on the lockscreen. They were both from Addison, the girl at school that Josh knew his brother had been dating, if it could be called 'dating'. The two texts read: "Hey babe