Brother-in-Awe Ch. 01

Chapter 1 - Through the Keyhole
Deep in the distance the young boy could ear the mumbling from the crowd as his eyes focused and zeroed in on reality.
"James...JAMES!" He heard his manager yell from the back of the main counter at the coffee shop.
There he stood, tray in hand, completely zoned out, in the middle of the shop amidst a busy and unbearably chatty crowd at lunch hour.
"Sorry. On it!" He yelled rushing to one of the tables in the back where two obviously gay guys rolled their eyes impatiently, gesturing him to drop their coffees on the table.
"I'm sorry guys, i skipped a beat there." He jokingly said, trying to dodge their annoyed expressions, smiling as he went along.
James could always trust his smile. Since he was a child everyone always commended him for his beautiful smile. He had those perfect pearly whites and luscious red and plump lips. He sported a naturally curly light brown hair, which he was growing and was at that stage where it landed softly midway through his forehead.
Adding to that James had just turned 19. His body was hitting that "peak" and his bubble butt was near perfection since he started hitting the gym beginning of that year. He had a smooth body but wasn't built like the muscular type which made him fall into the twink category, if you added the boyish looks into the mix.
So as soon as he turned around, James knew it was coming, "Geez, look at that ass...", one of the guys whispered as he moved away, dribbling his tray playfully through the crowded coffee shop.
As James reached the main counter, he slid his body in an almost reptilian way under the movable wooden plate. As he emerged from the other side the manager's face was waiting for him so close that it could touch his nose.
"Look Hun, I know you had a rough patch recently, but you need to keep up. You know how busy this place gets at this hour." She said, with one of her puffy hands around her big heavy hips.
"Sure, Karen..*sure." The boy fired back in a very aloof way as she stepped away and he proceeded to roll my eyes.
James watched the clock the rest of the shift, waiting eagerly for the numbers to reach 5pm. Ever since that gay couple flattered his ass he had developed this massive boner that would not go down. He felt like he was edging himself all afternoon. And maybe he was. I mean at 19 what else is there to do besides trying to manage a constant state of sexual rapture.
As the clock closed in he ripped his apron off of him and raced out the door. As soon as he got outside, he took a deep breath. Like a caged beast he felt liberated. James took another long whiff as he put his hoodie on and placed his headphones, twisting the volume up while strutting back to his sister's apartment. He had taken this job so he could afford art school.
Today was the one year anniversary of his parents' death. Both had perished in a car crash, leaving him and his sister Vanessa orphans and in severe debt. They had to navigate mourning under a shroud of complicated financial issues, having to sell their childhood home to pay off their parents' debts.
James still missed them ovecourse, but their death and everything that came after took a toll on him making his mourning take a back seat and even his relationship with his sister wasn't the same after it. She became very career focused, at times cold, stern, and she would only let loose around her boyfriend Brian.
Brian was amazing. The most down to earth, charming yet gritty, masculine straight guy he knew. He loved people, laughing and having ankara travesti a good time. He worked as a bartender in this high end bar with mostly business suit clients. He loathed it, but the money was swell and the tips were even better. And he wasn't very career oriented so for him it was the ideal job.
He brought some levity to Vanessa's life. Even mine to be honest. He had become almost like a big brother or a sort of father figure for me. He was also almost a hundred percent of the time the subject of all my sexual fantasies.
Brian was perfect. Built but more in a swimming athlete sort of way. His skin was naturally tanned. His dark hair was long, landing on his shoulders, very shiny and he would usually wear it in a manbun. He had a rugged short beard that matched his hair, deep green eyes and this perfect smile. His body hair was distributed in the most perfect way. Not too much and not too little. He was an Adonis like the ones i studied in class from ancient Greece.
These fantasies lived firmly and permanently in James mind, but deep down he knew that nothing would ever come of them. And that was all right. He was content with this man being part of his sexual fantasies and he wished his sister's happiness and wanted Brian to stay with her forever, because then that would mean that he would never leave her. Which ultimately meant he would never stop being part of James life.
James had walked for twenty minutes, arriving at their ridiculously small two bed apartment and was about ready to turn the key to open the door when Brian himself popped from behind it.
"Hey weirdo!" Brian said, flippantly grinning.
"Shut up, Brian. You're the weirdo sneaking behind doors", James said, attempting to play cool around him which was pretty much all the time.
He started punching James softly and then tickling his belly as he brushed Brian away trying to look bored, whilst dropping all his stuff on the floor. Truth be told James wanted to let Brian touch him. He wanted to surrender is body willingly until he fell asleep and let his tired body rest on that perfect man's broad chiseled chest.
"Leave the kid alone, Bri!" James sister yelled from the kitchen.
"I'm not a kid anymore..." James mumbled almost internally before he realized Brian had his intense green eyes completely fixated on him, "What?" James said sounding annoyed.
"Go shower, you look like shit", Brian mocked laughing and sticking is tongue out like he would do when he was teasing someone which was the sexiest thing ever. Every time he did it, James could feel it happening in slow motion like an ad for a male fragrance or something.
Brian ran back to the kitchen and from the entrance hall James could see his sister on the bench slicing some veggies wearing one of Brian's T-shirts which meant they likely had sex right before he got there. Brian came up from behind her and put his arms around her rubbing his crotch on her ass in a sort of sluggish dance.
James couldn't help but linger there as much as he could without it feeling weird, observing Brian's body rub on his sister thinking how unquenchable this man clearly was. He picked his stuff off the floor, flew to his room and tossed them on the bed. He stripped to his undies and was leaving his room to go take a shower when he heard his sister and Brian talk. Or rather whisper.
"Go easy on him today. You know what day it is." James sister groaned.
"Just trying to lift his spirits up, and he's not a kid anymore, Tess." Brian rebutted.
James couldn't help but grin and feel a ankara travestileri gentle thrust of energy in his tummy when he said it. Felt good to hear he had his back.
"A little bit on the nose don't you think? He's a sensitive kid. Maybe too sensitive. I want him to toughen up a bit. Not be so dependent. And the way you handle him", She said visibly irritated.
"What way, Tess? The normal way?" Brian fired back, "You know, not everyone is able to bottle their emotions like you." He said, resting his body on the small table in the center of the kitchen.
"The fuck is that suppose to mean?" She splurged out wrestling to lower her voice mid sentence.
"James just needs you to be there. That's it." Brian uttered in the most disarming tone.
James started to steadily walk away. He*loved his sister, but she could be high-handed at times. Maybe she felt she had the responsibility to safeguard her brother from getting hurt and in the process she began to see him more like a son and less as a brother.*
He proceeded to the bathroom, stripped his white undies and leaped in the shower. As he stood there, one hand against the wall, the hot water rushing through his body and the steam building around him he began to relax. His*left hand reached for his crotch and he started pulling his nuts gently. He wanted to grab his junk, shaft and ball sack altogether, but his semi boner was already making it intolerable to hold it in one hand alone.
He remained there, stroking himself. Water running down is back and glutes, his cock getting stiffer and closer to release. He dropped his head and was ready to pop his load when all of a sudden he heard a dim wail from the other side of the door. James open the shower curtain attempting to make sense of it and as soon as he did he heard it again.
"Mmmm..." His sister whimpered.
He knew it was wrong, but he had to hear it up close. He left the shower water running so as not to cause suspicion, but stretched one arm out, grabbing his towel and proceeded to quickly but poorly dry his soaked body. His dick now completely hard and dangling between his smooth legs, James approached the door as silently as he could given the old floor's tendency to occasionally make cracking noises.*
He nestled his head against the door but heard nothing. He dropped his body slowly along the closed door. He took the key out, trying to make as little noise as possible and peeked through the hole. Call it fate or just random luck of the universe, but from there he could see his sister sitting on the kitchen counter facing his point of view with her legs opened and slightly raised.
"Ewww", James whispered almost like a gag reflex.
All of a sudden he saw Brian's muscular arm emerge in the frame from below. As he went up his hand took the oversized shirt his sister was wearing with it and by now one of her breasts was displayed and Brian's hand was crumpling it vigorously. His dark shiny hair sprung up right after and stopped right between her legs, his jawbone almost aligned with the kitchen counter.*
Vanessa's hand was now holding the back of Brian's head, pulling it towards her pussy on which he was munching in the most fervid and virile way, "Fuck baby...Oh god!" She spat*out trying her best to keep her voice low.
James' jaw was down. Although he had lived with them for almost a year now and had occasionally heard them fucking, this was a first. He felt like he was invading their privacy and yet he was totally stirred up and his cock was so hard that it was actually hurting at this point.*
Without travesti ankara even reasoning, his right hand went straight to his prick and he started jolting it. There was no crescendo. James was already beating it frantically. So much so that he had to hold his left hand against the door so his body wouldn't fall over from the jerking motion. His sister's groans started getting a bit louder and more irrepressible and as soon as that happened,*Brian's hand let go of her breast and went straight to her mouth pressing on it and holding it hostage.
Brian's head tilted up, "You want me to stop?" He taunted viciously as Vanessa´s head shook from side to side in profound dispute, her arms grasping his hair, "Then keep the fuck down, baby." He commanded as he went back in, aggressively pressing her head against the kitchen cupboard making a loud popping sound that echoed through the house.
James could almost feel the force of the impact in the back of his own head and yet his sister's expression didn't even waver. She was starting to burn in ecstasy and only Brian's giant, beautiful and somewhat sweaty hand kept her elated screaming from being heard around the block. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head in complete rapture.
"Bri...oh...fuuuuucck", Vanessa pleaded through a crack in Brian's fingers as he shook is head sliding is tongue even further into her as she let out a throbbing, growling weep of pleasure.
As James stood there, bent and gazing through that small bathroom keyhole furiously nourishing his cock with an unrelenting waiver, for a brief moment it almost felt like Brian was going down on her and him at the same time. He could almost sniff Brian's breath and spit on his dick as he rattled his pink shaft and felt the rush of cum building in his groin.
His sister's suppressed screams were now becoming heavy breaths, trying to break out from Brian's firm grip. His other arm was cloaked around her right leg, which he used to stretch her even more on top of the kitchen bench.
This position made his muscles flex and widen, making his back appear ten times bigger than normal. He turned his hand upwards locking it between her jaw and she started biting on it like a gag. She was pressing her teeth into his hand and even then, Brian made no sound and continued to swirl his tongue with small but steady movements inside her cunt as her eyes opened and enlarged in an almost inhuman way.
James' breath was bound to Brian's movements at this point, following the rhythm of his head flow and becoming more and more rapid, profound and unruly. Suddenly Vanessa let out a guttural cry. Primitive.
"Fuck." James uttered, as he took his left hand holding the door and laid it over his mouth in an attempt to silence his own growl, as he locked his eyes and started dumping discharge after discharge of heavy amounts of cum that splattered all over his hands, legs and straight at the bathroom door.*
He opened his eyes slowly, still managing to catch Brian getting up and smacking his sister's ass with both hands, gripping her all body with his broad arms and moving her down the counter gently and passionately. James soaked all the cum drizzled over himself with the towel he had previously dropped on the floor. Once the high came down, part of him started to feel erroneous and yet, part of him lingered in that intoxicating feeling he had just experienced.*
At 19 one would not be expected to know much about sex given James was, for lack of a better word, technically still a virgin. But what he had just felt watching Brian go down on his sister, as wrong as it would sound if he told it to anyone, was without a doubt the most profound and intense orgasm he had ever felt in his life.
And Brian was the one responsible.
To be continued...