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Subject: The Harding Brothers - Chapter 5 CHAPTER 5 Josh stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. His young mind was racing, memorizing every detail of what had just happened. He could still taste the faint, musky flavor of his brother's big dick and ample load in his mouth. He could still feel the muscular flesh of his brother's glutes against his fingertips. There was a slight rawness in the base of his throat, built up from the force with which he had thrust his head down with determination to show Robby how committed he really was to pleasing him. Josh turned periodically under the water, rubbing his hands up and down against his skin, washing and rinsing. His dick hung out from his slim hips, still refusing to go completely limp. What really burned most of all in Josh's fevered brain was Robby's refusal to really, truly answer his last question. Josh knew he sucked that big brother cock to explosive completion; what really nagged him was whether or not he was a good kisser. Robby's feeble response of "Uh huh" was completely unsatisfactory. Did that mean No?? Was Robby just too messed up to respond? He wanted to know. He needed to know, definitively. Josh got out of the shower, drying himself slowly, and admiring himself in the mirror. He thought about his teammates at school and their offhanded comments; near constant, envious teasing about his over-endowment. It had driven his curiosity to palpable levels, and now he'd let that curiosity pervert his relationship with Robby. Josh just could not understand: he and his brother should celebrate their good fortune, at the very least, if not share in it with each other. As Josh stood, mostly dry, considering their mutual blessing, he slowly stroked his big, young dick through his towel. He loved his body, and by extension, he loved his brother's. His brother was undeniably attractive. Surely, anyone could see that. Why, then, was Robby so disgusted with himself? Josh left the bathroom and walked towards his bedroom door, still deep in thought. Pushing the door open, he held out faint hope that he would find Robby on the other side. But when he gingerly opened the door, unsurprisingly, the room was empty. Josh stood for a moment, his towel wrapped low on his hips, looking at their clothes strewn across the floor where they had stripped them off earlier. His shoulders slumped. He snapped up his phone and hastily texted Robby: "Where did u go?" Standing there, towel-clad, Josh stared blankly at his phone for close to five minutes, waiting/hoping for any reply. Finally, he sighed and resigned himself to the task of getting dressed. Pulling on a pair of boxer shorts, Josh set his eyes over towards the slit under the window blind that he'd been desperately peering through just a couple hours earlier, spying on Robby and Addison. Now, the setting sun sent a thin strip of yellow light through the slender gap, plunging the boys' bedroom into deep shadow. Josh pulled a pair of soft, gray drawstring sweatpants up over his boxers, then slid a t-shirt over his messy wet hair and down over his thin frame. As he dressed, he heard his mother pull into the driveway, and then come in through the front door. The younger Harding brother went out to greet her. Josh smiled and hugged his mother tenderly. He felt her slump against him, tired from her workday, and emotionally exhausted from the ongoing separation from Mr. Harding. As his mother went to her bedroom to change into her comfortable house clothes, Josh diligently set about preparing some quick microwave dinners. He opened the freezer, and paused sharply as he realized his brother also needed to eat. He sighed, and grabbed a third frozen dinner for heating. As Josh prepared dinner, his mother returned to the kitchen. She looked more relaxed and at-ease. Josh paused what he was doing to pour her a glass of white wine from a half-full bottle in the fridge. She smiled weakly as he served it to her at the kitchen table, thanking him. And as he went back to finish their frozen dinners, Josh's mom asked where Robby was. Josh tensed, looking down at the food. Robby was no chef, but he definitely would have prepared something more substantial and sophisticated. Josh felt his ears and neck burn red, and he gathered himself to answer, "I...uh I guess he's still at practice.....I haven't seen him." Just as their mother started to remark how uncharacteristic it was for Robby to be late, the front door swung open, with Robby's figure filling the doorframe. He quickly pulled down his big black headphones and fished his phone out of the pocket of his oversized sweatshirt. On his bottom half, Robby wore trainers, ankle socks, and a pair of his rugby shorts, cut well above the knee. Kicking his shoes off at the door, Robby locked eyes with Josh for a split second. Josh felt a sudden rush of tension wash over him from the stare. Breathing a bit heavily, his complexion flush and slightly sweaty, Robby crossed the floor, disregarding his younger brother completely. "Hi, ma. Sorry I'm late...practice was a mess. Everybody sucked...I wanted to get five miles in before it got dark," Robby leaned in to kiss his Mom on the cheek, but otherwise never really halted his movement from the front door towards the back of the house. He reappeared momentarily, towel in hand, and asked, "Do you mind if I eat in a little bit? I really need to rinse off." Again, Robby laid a cold, silent glare on his brother. This time, Josh couldn't even stand to hold his brother's gaze, casting his eyes downward. The microwave beeped and Josh fumbled a bit to open it. "Of course, honey....your brother made dinner. I'm sure it'll keep. Get yourself cleaned up." Robby smiled slightly and disappeared back down the hall. Josh cursed as the hot steam from the microwave burned his fingers. He poured the meals into bowls and brought them over to the table, leaving one on the countertop for his brother. Josh's Mom reached out and thumbed his cheek lovingly, making the youngest Harding boy blush and smile shyly. They sat and ate in relative silence as they heard the shower start up. Once they'd finished eating, Josh's mother settled in on the couch, watching television with another glass of wine. Josh made quick work cleaning up from dinner. Before he could finish, Robby emerged and wolfed down the food his brother had left out for him. Josh stewed privately in the kitchen, fuming over Robby's aloof behavior. Josh had given nothing short of total admiration to his older brother, and his imagination surged with numerous recriminations with which he fully intended to bombard Robby the second they were alone together in their bedroom. Robby retired to the room immediately after eating. Josh joined his mother on the couch and watched TV for twenty agonizing minutes, trying to maintain some sense or normalcy. When she started to nod off, he suggested they each turn in. She smiled his way, half tipsy, and said, "You're right. Go on, off to bed. I'll turn off the lights. Love you, my sweet boy." Josh smiled and hugged his mom. He walked down the hall, entering the bedroom with a conflicting mix of hesitance, and a steely determination to confront his brother. As he closed the door behind him, he realized the lights were already off, save for his tableside lamp. Robby was lying on his side, on top of the covers. He was wearing black joggers that covered the length of his legs, not down to the usual boxer briefs that Josh was used to seeing him sleep in. Facing the wall, away from Josh's bed, away from Josh's side of the room, Robby had his arms wrapped around his own body, his knees bent and pulled inward, the soles of his big, bare feet facing out. Robby looked so tense that Josh thought if he touched him, he would crack and crumble. Josh sat quietly on his bed, staring at Robby's back for a few seconds, trying to muster the courage to speak. With Robby in such a vulnerable and pitiful position, Josh's anger dissipated, and instead of confrontation, Josh now felt an urge to console...to soothe. Without taking his eyes off of Robby's back, Josh swiveled his legs up onto the bed, stretched out, relaxed and exhaled long and steady. Softly, Josh asked, "Why didn't you answer my text?" Robby's only answer was a stiffened back. Josh waited for an inordinate amount of time for a verbal reply, then added, with some trepidation, "So, what? You're just...ignoring me now? Is...is that it?" Robby curled up tighter. After another minute of silence, with a bit more force, Josh leveled one more question towards his older brother. "You're serious? That's really how it's gonna be??" With that, Robby huffed out loudly, and answered back, loud and flat, with no emotion whatsoever in his voice. "SHUT UP JOSH." Then he lifted his head, and glowered over his shoulder at his little brother, reiterating, "JUST...just be QUIET, alright?" Robby rested his head back down to his pillow, facing away. Josh stared forward in disbelief, his lower lip quivering. He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath in, then out, imploring himself not to dare cry. Then Josh rolled himself onto his side, and curled up, much like Robby, facing away from his brother. The moment left them both feeling heavy, if not devastated, enough so that they both fell asleep even quicker than usual, in mutual denial. Josh woke the next morning feeling a definite sense of dread. He looked over to see his brother's bed already empty and made. The shower was not running. Josh looked at his phone and noticed that he had slept in; he was already running late for school. Robby had made no attempt to wake him. Pushing past whatever hurt that realization could cause, Josh jumped up and dressed quickly, rushing through his bedroom door toward the kitchen. He hastily snatched a banana from the countertop as he swung his backpack over his shoulder. Hearing the ruckus, the boys' mother slipped sleepily out of her bedroom. "Morning honey...your brother texted to say that he went in early to finish a project...he didn't want you to worry." Josh tried to let the words wash over him and not show any signs of their effect. "Ha, what a dork.....thanks mom!" "Josh!" mom exclaimed, half bemused. "Just kidding mom, jeeeeez." Josh forced a smile and kissed his mother's cheek, then rushed to the front door. "Bye Mom! Have a good day!" Josh burst outside and bounded onto his bike. For the second time in twelve hours, he found himself breathing deeply and willing his tear ducts not to well up. But that feeling was quickly replaced by a feeling of disappointment. A few minutes past and the disappointment swelled to anger. Robby was going to pretend like nothing had happened? That he hadn't LET his own brother BLOW him in the SHOWER? Was Robby going to avoid him for the rest of their LIVES? As Josh's young, hormonal mind raced in thought, he huffed and pedaled harder and faster. FINE. Josh could deal. That was FINE. He gave up his Dad, he could give Robby up, too! *** Over the course of the next few days, to Josh's sad disappointment, there was no discernible shift in Robby's demeanour. He made himself about as scarce as he could to a brother with whom he shared a bedroom. Josh stopped trying to pick at the subject, and eventually, after enough stonewalling, he stopped trying to converse with Robby at all. He oscillated between feeling guilty and angry, repentant and jilted. But at the end of every lonely day, he knew he needed to move past it. He needed to get over it. He needed to distract himself from any thoughts of his brother. However, subconsciously, Josh would never shed the desire, and really the intense need that he felt, to impress his older brother. After all, he was growing up. Every day he felt stronger, bigger, more man than boy. Josh noticed that his body, too, was growing to match his maturing mentality. The light fuzz that trailed up his navel from his pubes had begun to thicken and darken, and somehow, albeit very subtly, Josh Harding noticed that his arms and chest had begun to round out and bulge ever so slightly from their former lean, broad state. These developments further emboldened the younger Harding boy. Josh's fun, goofy personality, along with his boyish good looks, had long drawn the attention of many girls at school. Until recently, Josh had been mostly oblivious to the way girls would flirt with him. But something about watching -- and hearing -- his brother's interactions with Addison opened his eyes to the way a few girls had been interacting with him. Josh had never really struggled with confidence. But between his recent physical development and this sudden revelation of the effect he was having on peers of the opposite sex, Josh felt emboldened. He realized, at least to some small degree, that he needn't lament his brother's absence from his life. After all, there were others willing to show their appreciation for Josh, and all he had to offer. There was one girl in particular, in his grade, whose beauty and playfulness Josh felt a sudden attraction for: Maya. About a week after the onset of Robby's perpetual cold shoulder, Josh started to find himself in hours-long late night text exchanges with Maya. The messages were innocent enough in nature, but dripping with teenage flirtation and mutual flattery. Josh discovered that he relished this attention, as much as he enjoyed lavishing it on someone else. Unlike his brother, Josh was unafraid to act boldly. After one particular weekend of extensive texting, Josh walked into school on Monday morning and pulled Maya aside by her hand, away from her friends and against a row of lockers. She smiled at him, her big brown eyes batting, and her beautiful locks of auburn hair falling over her face and shoulders. Anyone could have seen that she was essentially a younger version of his brother's girlfriend, Addison, not only physically, but also behaviorally. Maya met all of Josh's playfulness with her own giddy flirtation. And there against the lockers, without so much as a hello, Josh steeled his nerves. He leaned in, and planted his lips to Maya's. The kiss lasted no more than 5 seconds, but definitely drew attention throughout the school hallway. Bringing his face back to look her in the eye, Josh grinned sweetly, and said, "Hey Maya....do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Maya smiled brightly, swooned and nodded her head. She laid a hand on Josh's chest and kissed him again. A few Oooohhhhh's rang out around them as others in the hallway watched the exchange, but they hardly noticed, wrapped up in mutual excitement. They finally broke apart, and walked hand in hand towards the first period class that they shared. *** Weeks went by, and still, Robby barely surfaced. He never spoke to his brother one second more than necessary, and almost exclusively in front of their mother. One night over one of the rare dinnertimes that Robby attended, their mother seemed to be in a brighter mood than usual. She started going on with mock dejection about how much time Robby was spending on school, sports, and his girlfriend. On the last point, she really dug in. "She must be prrretty special to capture my tough, focused boy's attention." This made Robby squirm in his seat a bit, blush, and quietly smirk down as he shoveled food into his mouth. Josh, on the other hand, wanted to burst into flames. He had a girlfriend, too! And he felt a deep sense of hurt and rejection at the fact that he and Robby couldn't share their experiences with each other at all. He fully assumed that Robby was spending all of his free time with Addison. That something about that last experience -- both with her, but maybe also...with Josh -- had driven Robby to pull himself together. Surely, he was fucking her by now, Josh thought to himself. Every chance he got. He must be. The thought made Josh squirm in his seat. Ultimately, he was happy that his brother was getting what he deserved. But of course, Josh felt incredibly left out. As Josh wallowed in his more private conflict, their mother laughed off Robby's discomfort and broke the boys' silence by saying, "Well as long as you're being careful. I'm not ready to be a grandmother!" Robby's eyes shot open and then rolled back into his head in complete embarrassment. Josh noticed and smirked in satisfaction to himself. Both boys actually shouted at once: "MOM!!" She burst into laughter and said, "What??? I was a teenager once, too, you know....Okay, okay, I'll stop....I know you're a good boy...." Robby, mortified, blushing beet red, rested his head against his fist and continued eating, not looking up. Josh looked at his brother, then to his mom. He wondered if she could sense the rift between them. He hoped she couldn't. His trance was broken by his mom's voice, changing the subject. "Sooo, someone has a birthday coming up," and she smiled as she ruffled young Josh's haystack of hair. Josh blushed, stifling a giggle, and averted his eyes in embarrassment. For his part, Robby stopped eating, looking up and across the table briefly, towards Josh. The look on Robby's face suggested that this fact had suddenly dawned on him, that he'd forgotten. He gave his head a shake and kept eating. "Are you boys planning anything? Like...anything, with...your Dad?" Both boys' forks clanged on their plates simultaneously, as their eyes were drawn instantly up to their mother's face. Looking at each of them, she rolled her eyes and started to laugh, "What? Oh c'mon, boys. He's your father....I'm FINE! I'm good....really! I'm fine." Unconvinced, Robby took a deep breath and kept eating. Josh nodded, swallowed his last bite, and answered, "Dad said something about the cabin....for the three of us for the weekend...could be fun." Robby exhaled a bit more exasperated. "Oh that's great! It's so nice up there this time of year. I think that'll be really good for the three of you. You boys need to spend time with him. And with each other." Suddenly, Robby huffed dramatically. He pushed his chair out noisily, picked up his plate, and stomped to the kitchen. Dishes clanged into the dishwasher, the door slammed shut, and Robby stormed off down the hall without so much as a thank you or a goodnight. Josh and his mother watched him, stunned. Josh sank in his chair, dejected. Hearing their bedroom door slam, Josh whispered, "Sorry, ma, I probably shouldn't've mentioned Dad." Josh's mom gave him a sympathetic şişli travesti look, "Oh, sweetie," and reached over, rubbing his back between his sagged shoulders. "The cabin will be great. Robby needs a break, too. Try to look after him." They smiled and nodded at one another, and got up from the table to begin cleaning up the kitchen together. *** Josh found a way to separate his angst towards his brother from the rest of his life, and his relationship with Maya continued to burgeon. They saw each other almost exclusively at school, except for a couple of trips to the movies. Despite his own serious urges, Josh remained very gentlemanly. At school, nothing proceeded further than making out, and some careful over the clothes petting. But when he would get home at night and think about Maya's supple lips and smooth skin, he would fervently pleasure himself with thoughts of what they could do together. He was truly smitten, and proud of the relationship he was building. Nevertheless, in his private moments of self-pleasure, Josh would still think of Robby. He would think of himself and Maya, and Robby and Addison, and the parallels between them. And then, he would think back to what they had shared those few times....those intense experiences in their bedroom...and in the shower. And even though the mere hint of the thought would send Josh into erotic overdrive, he still exerted almost superhuman self-control. That aspect of their relationship was over, Josh reasoned. And so he busied himself with school, baseball, Maya. *** Just a couple days ahead of the planned cabin trip, Josh and Maya were walking down the hall together, arm in arm, giggling about something their math teacher had said about them the previous hour. Out of nowhere, Addison appeared, arms crossed, right in front of them, staring aggressively at Josh. Her gaze moved to Maya, and then back to Josh, with an unwavering unfriendliness. "I need to talk to you. Fuck, what's your name again....Joey?" Maya clutched Josh's arm tighter. Josh could feel her half-intimidated, half-preparing for a fight. Josh rolled his eyes and stammered out, "Uh It's Josh. JOSH." Addison rolled her eyes in turn. "WHATEVER...." And she turned her gaze back to Maya, pursed her lips, and gave her a stern look, as if to say, do you mind?? Josh felt Maya bristle beside him slightly. Then she leaned in, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I'll just be right over there." As she walked away, she stared daggers into Addison Kane. Josh eyed Maya, and smiled at her reassuringly, then waited for her to back fully away. Turning his eyes back to Addison, he watched the older girl stare his girlfriend down as she moved out of earshot. Addison's facial expression softened, her crossed arms loosening. She brought her gaze back to Josh, and said in a hushed tone, "What the fuck is up with your brother?" Josh felt a familiar heat fill his chest. She continued, "I know you guys are like....close." Josh scoffed. "Pfft. Why don't you tell ME? He doesn't talk to me. EVER." Addison made a face and leveled back, "Whatever, he talks about you ALL the time." Josh stared back at Addison, incredulous at what she'd said, his eyes widening and hands gesticulating as he spoke. "What, like, like how much he HATES me?? Why do you ever CARE?" Addison shook her head. "No, like....'Oh Josh did the funniest thing', or...or like he'll say how much he worries about you because you're so....out there....or,...fuck this isn't the POINT." Josh watched as Addison dropped her arms, and her shoulders slumped, and she looked at him with a discomfort and vulnerability he could never had imagined her to exhibit. "After...that time...that time you walked in... you ruined our FUN....things were, like....good. We got closer. He seemed to want to be with me all the time." Josh nodded, and shrugged, searching for the point. "But NOW...he like...he isn't texting me back and stuff. He keeps telling me he's busy....like WHAT the FUCK!" Josh felt his face getting hot, but shrugged again and rolled his eyes, "Well it's not MY fault. I don't know!..." Josh rubbed the back of his head, looking away, then at Maya, feeling awkward. Addison stepped in a bit. "Well can you tell him....like....god this is so embarrassing..." Josh looked back at Addison with a reassuring sparkle in his eye. He nodded, encouraging her to continue. She actually blushed, "Can you tell him I really like him. Like I really do. I want to see him. I don't know what I did wrong. Please just...just tell him that for me?" Josh silently nodded, the two held eye contact longer than either of them ever could have predicted they would. Addison nodded back, satisfied with the interaction. She cast her eyes back over Josh's shoulder and, with her characteristic harshness returned, said, "You and your girlfriend are really cute by the way," before looking back at Josh one final time, shaking her head, scrunching up her face and saying, "Whatever." She turned and trotted away a few steps, then looked back at Josh one final time, the smirk on Josh's face making her break into a grin, before she turned and disappeared around the corner. Josh shook his head, and walked over to Maya. "That girl, is, CRAZY." Maya smiled a bit wickedly, leaned in and whispered in Josh's ear, "A little bit of crazy can be good." And she gently bit down on his ear lobe. *** Finally, Friday arrived, and the boys' dad pulled his SUV up to the rental house to pick them up for the cabin weekend. One of the conditions of the trip was no wi-fi, hence no phones, so the boys each sent off their last texts to their respective girlfriends, leaving their cells tucked into their underwear drawers in their bedroom. Robby and Josh's dad was quite keen to catch up with the sons he had so woefully neglected the past few months. He remarked on both of the brothers' growth, naturally doting more on birthday boy Josh. These comments made Robby notice, too, past his more recent self-absorption, that his little brother had grown appreciably. And now that he noticed, Robby felt a sharp pang of guilt that he'd so thoroughly ignored his number one fan. Small talk turned to the boys' personal lives, and their dad eagerly asked them if either had started dating. Robby was recalcitrant to answer, and when an awkward silence dropped into their amicable conversation, Josh jovially answered, "Robby has a girlfriend." Robby turned his head and glared at Josh in the backseat, burning with anger that Josh would volunteer that information on his behalf. Their dad grinned, looking completely unsurprised. After all, Robby was 16, athletic, kind, and handsome. "What's she like?" he asked, with genuine curiosity. Robby hesitated, grasping for the right words, "She...she's nice. Kind of...intense. I don't know. Sometimes...sometimes she kind of scares me," and Robby cut himself off, laughing nervously. "She wouldn't be a girlfriend if she didn't scare you, son," Harding senior advised as he slipped his right hand off the wheel and firmly grasped Robby's broad shoulder. Mr. Harding chuckled heartily, and his sons followed his example, all three of them sharing a genuine, unforced laugh that gave way to an uneasy silence. As it gathered in intensity, Josh broke it with a simple, quiet admission: "I have a girlfriend." "WHAT?!" both Robby and their father exclaimed in disbelief, Robby peering over the seat at Josh again, making normal , unencumbered eye contact with him for the first time in months. "Her name's Maya...she's awesome," Josh offered as he rubbed his hands up and down his thighs, fidgeting nervously. Robby maintained the eye contact, and felt the perpetual knot in his gut loosen as he actually said, "That girl I see you in the hall with all the time?" Josh looked up, stunned, and again the brothers locked eyes. Josh said, "You...you've seen us? I...I haven't seen you at school in..." and Josh trailed off awkwardly. Their dad looked at his younger son in the rearview mirror, then over to his older son at his side. He could sense a palpable tension between his boys. Aiming to break the tense moment, their dad chuckled and joked, "Probably because you're too busy staring at Maya!" Robby and his father laughed together, but Josh just blushed, and glared at his brother, thinking to himself that that was NOT the reason. As the laughter died down, thick, awkward silence settled back in. Finally, clearing his throat, the boys' father went into his parental spiel about boys being boys, about being careful, about protection. And while the point of the lecture was advice, what Mr. Harding didn't realize was that by simultaneously embarrassing his sons, he put them on common ground for the first time since...the incidents. The incidents that made their brotherhood so overwrought and complex in the first place. Shortly thereafter, the Hardings pulled up outside the lake cabin that they had shared with Mr. Harding's extended family ever since they were in diapers. It was rustic and remote, right on the water. But despite the fact that it appeared to be far away from it all, the cabin was still replete with all the comforts of civilization: electricity, heating and air conditioning, furniture, beds, linens, television and a full kitchen. Despite the lack of wi-fi, there was a landline in case of emergencies. The cabin gave the illusion of roughing it, but it was in actuality a luxury. Mr. Harding unlocked the front door, and instructed the boys to start unloading his SUV; there was luggage, groceries, camping and fishing gear to unload. For his part, Mr. Harding had to switch on the electricity, and check the general perimeter and condition of the cabin. It had been some time since anyone in the family had visited; these were the tasks that fell to anyone staying after a long absence. Robby and Josh worked together efficiently if wordlessly, putting away the weekend's worth of groceries, storing their sporting goods, and putting their luggage in the rooms where it belonged. Their father would naturally take the master bedroom upstairs, the boys would share the downstairs bedroom, with its large window looking over the lake, and bunk beds built into the wall. Once everything was settled and dinner was made, Mr. Harding laid out his itinerary for the weekend: some fishing in the morning, followed by a hike, then maybe some swimming. He'd brought along a tent, too, in case the boys wanted to sleep outside one or even both of the nights of the weekend. Both Robby and Josh listened intently as they ate, showing little to no regard for one another as their father revealed his plans for them. As they finished eating and began cleaning up, Harding senior excused himself to go outside. Robby and Josh continued working together to clean up after dinner, but to their father's puzzlement, still didn't speak a word to each other. Once their father went outside, a thick unease settled between the brothers. They both refused to acknowledge it. Robby and Josh finished their chores, and both settled on the couch. Robby turned on the TV and idly channel surfed as Josh stared blankly at the television. Suddenly, their father returned, with a dower look on his face. In his hand was a cellphone. "Boys..." he started. Josh sat up, interrupting, "Dad! You said NO PHONES!" Mr. Harding sighed, slouched his head, and countered his younger son as Robby glared from behind him. "I know, Josh...but this is my work phone. I had to have it with me. I had no choice." "DAAA-aad," Josh whined, sitting up more. Robby grabbed Josh's shoulder and pulled him back into the couch. "Shut up, Josh," then Robby looked to his father with mature concern, "What's wrong, dad?" "Oh, nothing's wrong," Mr. Harding sighed, "I was...I was just so excited to see you guys. And get us up here. I just...I sort of left some work stuff unfinished." Mr. Harding sat next to Josh, patting his leg at the knee, and rubbing it reassuringly. "Dad," Josh weakly protested, and his father hushed him, "Shh. Don't worry, champ. I'll be back first thing tomorrow. You boys are old enough to stay here alone for twelve hours," and he stood, sighed, and asked, "Right?" "I guess," Josh said disappointed, his words overlapping with Robby's, "Don't worry dad...we'll be fine." "I know," Mr. Harding smiled, and ruffled his younger son's hair. "Okay birthday boy. Your brother is in charge. I'll be back tomorrow morning," he assured them as he made his way to the door. "Early afternoon at the latest. My cell number and the cabin number are on the wall by the landline. Love you boys," and he opened the door. Josh slumped back on the couch, folded his arms, and huffed, "Love you too." "Drive safe, dad," Robby added, waving to his father as he waved back, closing the door behind him. A heavy silence settled in the room, as Robby sat next to his brother on the couch, peering over through the window, watching their father back out of the driveway. Watching his father drive off on the eve of his brother's birthday. His brother, who ADORED their father, despite all his disappointments. Despite his reassuring and calming tone upon hearing the news, Robby felt enraged at the situation. Josh tightened his crossed arms, and sunk deeper into the couch, glowering at the television. All he could think about was the fact that it was the night before his 15th birthday - the whole reason for the trip to begin with - and his dad just skipped out on it. Not only that, but his dad strictly forbade the boys bringing their phones. At least if he had it, Josh could distract himself by texting Maya. Hell, it was his birthday, she might have even sent him a dirty pic.....but now he was stuck here, no phone, and with the brother who so clearly hated his guts. The slowly setting sun cast the room in a deep orange tint. Robby wanted to apologize to his wounded younger brother, soothe him, tell him that their dad sucks. But Robby knew that was no antidote to Josh's soured mood. Instead, Robby rubbed the back of his own neck nervously, and stared straight ahead. Then, he had a thought. The words left his mouth, all on their own, the instant it came into his head. "Let's go swimming. C'mon." And Robby popped up off the couch immediately. Josh didn't acknowledge the comment at all, but Robby walked across the large cabin living room toward their shared downstairs bedroom. As Robby neared the bedroom, he reiterated, "Come on. Before it gets dark," and the older Harding slipped into the bedroom. "He coulda at LEAST let us bring our PHONES," Josh whined after Robby, never agreeing to a swim. Nevertheless, Robby emerged a minute later, changed into nothing but his swim trunks: solid color, faded blue, cut a couple inches above the knee, just like his rugby shorts. He sauntered out of the bedroom tying the drawstrings. He reached down, picked up the remote, and turned off the television. Looking down at his dejected little brother, Robby said with calm authority, "C'mon. Get up. Get your suit on." Josh huffed, "God, FINE," and he stood up angrily, barging past his shirtless brother and into their bedroom. Robby waited about ten minutes, and finally Josh emerged, still wearing a ball cap, but he'd changed into his velcro/lace-up fly, plaid swim trunks. He also had on some flip flops, and a towel draped over his shoulder. He still looked upset, but Robby smirked at him, determined to break his bad attitude. "Awesome. Let's go," and Robby turned on his heel, opening up the double doors that led out the back of the cabin towards the water. Robby proceeded bare foot down the steps, his tough feet managing over the gravel walkway, and down onto the wooden dock that extended out over the shore of the lake. As he reached the beginning of the dock, Robby stopped and looked back. Josh was nowhere to be seen. Robby sighed. But then a few seconds later, Josh finally emerged from the cabin, in his characteristic spastic way. Moving briskly down the walk with two towels draped over his hands, Josh closed the distance between he and Robby, and let a subtle smile crawl across his face. "I...got you a towel," he said meekly. "Thanks," Robby whispered, also smirking, ever so slightly. Turning, Robby started to walk down to dock, only to hear Josh behind him. "Hey..." Robby turned, looking back towards his brother a bit impatiently. Josh grinned sheepishly, and pulled the towels from over his arm. His grin widening mischievously, he said, "Look what I found..." Josh held up a bottle of whiskey, only about a third empty, that he'd snatched from the bar in the cabin. As he sloshed it suggestively side to side, Robby's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "JOSH!" Josh's smile broke into a toothy grin as he ambled further onto the dock, towards his brother, dropping the towels. As he neared Robby, Robby's judgmental scowl shifted to a big grin. Suddenly Robby stared his brother in the eye and said, "Last one in takes the first swig!" And with that, Robby bolted. Josh gasped and chuckled, the bottle still in his hand as he took off chasing after his brother, giggling. Near the end of the dock, bottle still in hand, Josh carelessly lunged towards Robby's frame, catching his shoulder from behind just before the younger boy could leap into the water. A brief struggle near the end of the dock caused the two of them to tumble awkwardly into the lake in a heap of flailing teenage boy limbs. Josh's hat and flip flops went flying, as his brother landed on top of him in the water, the two of them needing to sputter up to the surface to gasp for air following their surprise entry. "Dude what the fuck?" Robby chuckled as Josh talked over him, "Shit. Sorry!" Josh's flip flops and ball cap floated around him, and he giggled as he grabbed them up and paddled to the dock, tossing them up. Then Josh's eyes bulged. "Oh SHIT! The WHISKEYYYYY!" And he frantically searched the dimly lit surface for the bottle. Robby laughed, then lifted his arm up, showing his brother that he had recovered the bottle from near catastrophe. Josh beamed, and Robby tossed it towards his brother. Catching it, Josh then backstroked his way towards the dock, setting the bottle up on the edge, and then swimming back out into the warm water closer to Robby. For a few minutes, they both swam around in idyllic quiet, the setting sun sending the mostly clear sky into a dazzling gradient of burnished beylikdüzü travesti orange, pink, and the deep purple of the approaching, rural night. As they swam, circling one another, both boys relaxed, feeling their respective tensions unwind and melt away. Finally, Robby broke the silence. "Sorry about dad," he said softly, as they both treaded water, facing each other. Josh grimaced, and ducked the awkward moment by leaning back, backflipping under the water, his tight body and then long slender legs following in a circle. His wet trunks pulled taut against his groin and Robby could see the unmistakably lump of his brother's constantly chubbed meat pressing out in the front, even in that brief second as his body arched and disappeared under the water. Josh went right from the underwater backflip into a submarine motion under the water towards the dock. In one swift motion he broke the surface, reaching up and climbing the steep ladder out of the water. Robby watched as the wet suit clung to his tight globes, which were definitely more ample than they'd been a few months earlier, the last time he saw them unclothed. Josh slid his butt onto the edge of the dock, next to the whiskey bottle, facing Robby. He lazily thread his feet through the water, watching Robby bob in the lake. "This was a good idea," Josh finally replied, leaning back on his elbows, "the water and the air are perfect." Josh craned back his head, inhaling deeply as he regarded the wide open sky. Robby paddled over next to Josh's feet, and stared up at his lean, lithe younger brother. He was suddenly struck by the differences in Josh's body, even after just a few scant months. His arms and chest, while still smooth, were thicker, showing more muscle definition. The lines of his torso had deepened, and the faint trail that snuck down into his swim trunks had noticeably thickened and darkened. Robby admired Josh for another quiet minute, before Josh's eyes met his. Instinctively, Robby dodged any awkwardness caused by the sudden eye contact by pulling out his best condescending big brother voice, and saying with a smirk, "Well...you drinking or what, birthday boy?" Josh smiled back, reaching behind his back to grab the whiskey bottle. He looked at it, then to Robby, and with a naive twinge in his voice asked, "Do you...drink?" Robby barely shook his head, offering, "Not really. I had two shots, at a party at Addison's a couple weeks ago. It was...gross. I felt...weird." Josh nodded, "Yeah, I've had beer. Twice. And me and Cooper snuck some drinks out of this last time we were here." Josh held the bottle up with a nervous grin, "...it's super gross." "Well it's just us, now," Robby blurted out, staring up at Josh from the water, in anticipation. Josh uncapped the bottle, and to Robby's surprise, the younger brother turned the bottle up, hard and vertically, taking two big gulps, then clanging the bottle to the dock as he winced forward, coughing. "UGH," Josh protested, wiping his mouth on the back of his forearm. Robby couldn't help but chuckle. "Give it here," Robby grinned, and Josh capped the bottle tossed it down into the water, splashing Robby a bit in the face in the process. Robby, grabbed it, uncapped it, and tilted it up with one hand, swigging as he made intense eye contact with his younger brother. Josh watched with admiration as his brother drank without flinching one bit, all while treading effortlessly in the lake water. Robby brought the bottle down and put the cap back on, as he gave his head a quick shake and let out a simple, gruff, "Oof!" Josh narrowed his eyes down at Robby. "Dude...you drank, like...HALF what I just did. Give it back!" Robby grinned and tossed the bottle back up. Emboldened, Josh gave the bottle another hard upturn, this time taking three heavy swallows. He slammed the bottle next to him on his other side, flopped back on his elbows, and bellowed at the sky, "GGGRRRAAARRGGHH!" Robby laughed, surprised. "Easy, Josh. You won't make it to midnight." Josh smiled down, coughing one last time from the sting of the booze. "Feels good to yell." Then Josh sat up higher, threw his head back, filled his lungs, and howled out like a wolf at the faint, peeking moon. "OOWW-WWOOOOOOOH!" The cry took Robby a bit by surprise, but he smiled, his dark eyes twinkling as he watched his brother act out. "What the..." he started to say, but suddenly Josh bound up to his feet, and dove off the dock, slicing into the water. Robby turned, treading, and watched Josh pop up a good fifty feet away. They both smiled, contentedly. After a long, silent minute, Robby asked quizzically, "Who are you yelling at?" "The WORLD!" Josh hollered back, followed by a mad laugh. Robby hesitated, then nodded. Josh, enjoying the quiet moment, watched his big brother lean back and float, belly up, silently for about thirty seconds. He could just barely admire the shape of his brother's torso bobbing along the surface. But his silent gazing was cut off when suddenly, Robby breathed in deeply and let out a full-throated, bellowing yell. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Josh treaded silently watching his brother let out whatever was trapped inside him through that primal outburst. He watched Robby seemingly recover from it, finally dipping under the water before resurfacing, looking a little sheepish, but relaxed, and satisfied. Even though he only took one quick swig, the booze was already starting to have an effect. Of course, Josh had taken more than a quick swig, and the effect was becoming more pronounced. The younger boy's face was flush, and he now was grinning uncontrollably, the relief and contentedness of this summer evening swim with his brother gushing out of him. For a few more minutes, the brothers swam around in the water, floating on their backs, breast and back stroking. "I haven't been swimming in forEVER," Josh declared emphatically, "Feels good. I love bein' in the water." "Me too," Robby agreed, facing his brother, their feet touching occasionally underwater as they tread. "This place is the best for swimming," Robby pointed out, "...how is the water always right? It should be colder." "Is perfect at the enda th'day...water's all warm from th'sun," Josh's buzz was already taking hold, slurring his speech. Robby found it cute, and smiled, "Fuck, okay. Let's get out. I'm not getting blamed for you drowning," and Robby hopped up onto the edge of the dock, his thick rippling arms lifting his body effortlessly, his round, firm ass outlined perfectly by the wet swim trunks stuck to it. He swung around and sat on the edge, the legs of his trunks bunched midway up his broad, fuzzy thighs. He picked up the bottle as he gave Josh a concerned glance, then rolled his eyes and chided, "C'mon dude." "I'm NOT gonna DROWN," Josh protested, flopping forward and breast stroking to the dock, giving Robby a full unobscured look at his loping back and rounded glutes as he swam. Josh lifted himself up onto the dock and plopped down wet right next to Robby, their legs touching one another's. As Josh settled in, Robby watched him, and took two consecutive slugs from the whiskey bottle. Josh watched Robby and discreetly looked up and down his body, noticing how the low light cast attractive shadows across his brother's rippling torso. His mind and eyes wandered down to the ample basket in Robby's damp swimsuit, and Josh suddenly grabbed the bottle from him. "Fuck I need to slow down," Robby admitted as Josh took a quick slug. Then he thrust the bottle back to his big brother, "C'mon...one more won't kill you." As Robby hesitantly took the bottle, Josh squinted out over the water, trying to drive the memory of their encounters from his fevered mind. "I wanna bring Maya up here," Josh whispered. "You should. I bet she'd love it," Robby whispered back, taking a very modest sip from the bottle, staring straight ahead out over the water. Josh turned his head and asked bluntly, "You fuck Addison yet?" Robby visibly tensed, and stared blankly at the rippling water. "No. We're...uhh...we haven't seen each other much...lately..." and Robby trailed off. Josh leaned back on his elbows, lazily kicking the water with his feet. "She suck your dick?" "Fuck, Josh," Robby bristled, uncomfortable and off-guard. Josh could feel that naughty tingle creeping into his young cock, and grabbed the bottle again, swigging quickly. Robby slowly elaborated, "She...she did once." At that admission, Josh felt an unfamiliar pang in his stomach and a rush in his head, but he decided it must just be the alcohol. He was admittedly getting pretty drunk. He decided not to follow up. "Me 'n Maya just make out," Josh volunteered, his hand covering the shifting lump in the crotch of his trunks, "...but when we do, I get soooo hard." Robby gulped, glancing at Josh's hand in his lap, squeezing what was inside. Their feet brushed in the water as Josh continued, "Sometimes she touches it...in my pants." Robby felt his chest tighten. He leaned across Josh and grabbed the bottle, then climbed to his feet next to Josh. Josh stared up longingly at Robby, and Robby sighed, staring back a moment, taking one last pull from the bottle to break the tension. "Come on. It's getting dark. The bugs are gonna come out," Robby said as he capped the whiskey bottle and grabbed one of the towels, tossing it onto the dock next to Josh. Josh leaned back on his elbows, looking at Robby with glassy, suggestive eyes, begging with his gaze to stay and prolong their intimacy. Robby returned his own steely glance, exerting his silent authority. Josh grunted, "FINE," and stumbled up to his feet, wrapping the towel around his waist and slipping on his flip flops, pulling his hat over his wet hair and the brim low over his eyes. He walked up to Robby with his chest bowed out, and snatched the bottle in defiance. He glowered at Robby as he uncapped it and took a ridiculously long pull from the bottle. Josh immediately doubled over, hacking out a cough as he recapped the bottle, then stood upright and thrust it to his brother's chest, "HERE." Robby stared, stunned, as Josh swayed on his feet a bit. Robby slowly started moving towards the cabin. "C'mon. I...uhh...I have your present inside," Robby offered tenderly. Josh pushed past him, bumping hard against Robby's shoulder as he barged away. "Present?! Pfft you dint even rmember is my birfday," Josh slurred as he wobbled up to the walkway, Robby looking on, with nothing to offer as rebuttal. Back at the cabin, Robby walked right in as Josh stood on the porch and dried himself with his towel. Josh couldn't even look at his brother, so wracked with disappointment. To Josh, it was just another instance of rejection. All he wanted was to give his brother acceptance and affection, and it was rebuffed. Josh walked in and closed to door behind him. With the ambient noise of the outdoors cut away, the silence was sudden and deafening. Josh looked up to find his brother standing in the middle of the living room, still in his slightly wet swimsuit, looking back at him, a concerned look on his face. Robby pointed firmly at the couch and commanded flatly, "Sit...hold on." But Josh walked by Robby, waving his hand dismissively, "YOU hold on." Robby watched as Josh staggered into the bathroom without closing the door. Robby heard the distinct sound of Josh taking a long piss, followed by a loud belch. Robby cringed and shook his head. Following the flush of the toilet, Josh emerged from the bathroom, his trunks undone, showing the tops of his pubes. He cinched his opened fly together with his hand and huffed, "I'm COMIN'," before stumbling into the bedroom. He came back out quickly, changed back into the short nylon gym shorts he'd been wearing earlier. Josh ambled to the couch and plopped down, leaning his head back and finally looking up at his older brother. Robby stared back for close to a minute, still a bit stunned at Josh's belligerence. "Okay, hold on," Robby backed away, his hands out diplomatically, "Just stay right there." "FIIINE," Josh conceded, stretching his arms out across the back of the couch. Robby dipped into their bedroom. After some rustling, Robby emerged with something behind his back. He bumped the doorframe on his way out, and Josh grinned with the realization that Robby had to be at least a little drunk, too. Robby walked up and stood before Josh, cautiously. "Okay...so...you're right. I kinda forgot. But...I already had your present, like....months ago..." Josh returned a skeptical look. Robby continued, a bit flustered. "Fuck. You're...you're gonna think this is stupid...(sigh)...Okay. When mom and I were going through stuff at the old house, I found...something. And I kept it. Mom wanted me to give it to you right away. But I convinced her to let me keep it. I told her what...what I wanted..." Robby was struggling to continue his explanation. Finally he huffed, "Shit...just....HERE," and he tossed the bag at Josh on the couch, casting his eyes down towards his feet immediately. Josh fumbled but caught the small brown bag, looking at it, puzzled. He looked up at Robby, who was refusing eye contact. "What...what is it?" "Just...happy birthday," and Robby looked away awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as Josh reached into the bag. Finally, he looked towards Josh as he reached inside. Josh felt the soft leather in his hand, and heard his brother speak softly, more calmly, more collected than before. "I wondered....if you would just want it....as it was....but, um...." Josh pulled out a leather baseball glove, the perfect sized mitt for his current hands, or perhaps just slightly too big. Robby continued. "But then I got this idea, and...and then I talked to the guys at the shop about it, and they said it would work...so...." Josh turned the glove over, palm side facing up. Stitched into the palm of the glove was a smaller, glove sized outline in a different, faded color. Josh stared in hazy disbelief. "This...." He shook his head a little trying to make sense of what he was seeing. "Fuck....I know....it's stupid...." Robby nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to gage his brother's reaction. Josh looked up at him. "This...this is my glove from Little League. The first one dad ever gave me..." Josh kept looking down at the glove and then back up at his brother. The intense look in his eyes became too much for Robby, who started avoiding eye contact again. Just hearing his brother make sense of it. "Mom said...said the dog ran off with it." Robby blushed, and stammered, "The guys....um, they had your size, they said it should fit. I don't know, maybe I should have just given you arcade money again..." Josh looked down at the glove. Robby looked down, waiting. Finally Josh took a deep breath and said, "I can't use this." Robby took a step back. For the first time in their brotherhood, Robby finally felt the rejection that he'd callously, if unintentionally, shown his younger brother. He turned away, worried he might cry if he kept staring at his drunk brother on the couch cradling the gift he really had put so much thought into. "Fuck....or a new cap! You always like a good cap...." Robby heard Josh stand up, and he repeated, "I can't use this." The words stung Robby again, and he pictured himself crawling into bed, cowering away from his disappointed brother, when suddenly, he felt his brother's chest hit his back with force, and his arms wrap around him from behind. Josh lunged forward, and hugged Robby with intense ferocity. Their bodies pressed to one another as Josh clutched his hands to his brother's chest, the glove pressed to it. Josh whispered in Robby's ear, fighting back tears, "I can't use it...because....I wanna keep it. Forever." Robby felt a wave of emotion wash over him. He reached up and clutched Josh's forearm with his own hand. "Do....you like it?" "I...are you kiddin' bro? Losing this was like....I thought it was gone...forever." Josh tightened his grip. "I can't believe....I mean....you did this.....thank you...." Robby felt Josh's face against his back between his shoulder blades. "Thank you so much bro." Robby felt all of the defences that he had built up over the past months melt away in this one, intimate moment. "...You're welcome man....you deserve it....and...I know that it's been like....hard on you, everything....last year...." Robby cringed at the words he was saying, realizing he was making no concessions about any of his OWN wrongdoing. Josh's face nuzzled upward, into Robby's neck, closer to his ear. Robby heard him let out a sound of comfort and contentedness, almost like a purr. He felt Josh's fingertips rub a little bit on his hefty pec muscle, scratching a bit in the faint, growing chest hair. It was intense. Too intense. Robby felt himself getting aroused. And then, when Josh pulled himself closer, and Robby felt a hard slab press up under the curve of his buttcheek, he shivered and squirmed. Pulling out of Josh's grip, his face flush, Robby chuckled nervously, needing to break the tenderness of the moment for fear of losing control. Robby reached a hand up and scratched the back of his neck, making his bicep tighten and bulge. Josh, sensing the tension in his brother's face, smiled sweetly and just repeated, "Thank you SO much, Robby....and you know....I know it's been hard on you too." Robby winced and shrugged, "Yeah, well...you know that, me and Dad...we don't really get along...." Robby studied his brother's response, not wanting to offend him. Josh looked down at the glove, as he slid his hand in for the first time. "Well....like I said....I kinda wanna keep it good, not really use it...." He let out a brief, almost emotional laugh. "Damn I can't believe you did this...." Robby sighed, "Well...I wanted it to fit you for a bit, but...jeez, you're growing, Josh." Josh chuckled, and a shit-eating grin crept across his face. "Well....it's not really my hands that grew..." Robby groaned and rolled his eyes. He reached over for the bottle that they had left open on the table, and took another swig, before looking at Josh and asking, "You don't think he'll miss this, will he?" Josh reached out and took the bottle, saying, "I think he's forgotten about it....there's vodka and other stuff, too..." Josh took another swig, swallowing and then hanging his tongue out of his mouth, istanbul travesti "BLEEEHHHH." Robby chuckled and shook his head again. Josh smiled back, cradling the baseball mitt like it was a trophy. "I'm gonna go put this up...." Giving Robby one more appreciative smile, Josh skipped into their bedroom. In the room, putting the glove away, Josh had a moment to himself to appreciate just how much better this felt. How GOOD he was feeling. He collected himself and returned to the living room to find Robby standing there, soft, glowing gaze on his face. Robby swallowed and said, "Do you think he brought...like...those women, up here?" Josh scowled. Robby shook his head vigorously and said, "Sorry, I don't know why I asked that. Shit...I think I'm drunk..." Robby sat on the couch. Josh approached, leaning against the arm of the couch. "I don't think anybody's been up here in awhile. It all looks the same since the last time I was up here with Cooper...." His voice trailed off slightly as he mentioned their cousin's name. He could see a bit of tension on his brother's face. "Shit....I...I'm sorry Robby...I didn't mean to bring up, like...." Robby waved his hand, without looking up, his head hung down a bit. "No, Josh...it's fine....dude...." Robby let out a heavy sigh. "I've been such a shithead." "No!" Josh countered enthusiastically. "It's...all MY fault. I...I spied on you. And Addison...that...THAT day. Please...please don't hate me." Robby looked up at Josh, obviously drunk now, and nodded. "Well...I told you everything anyway." Robby dropped his head back down, elbows on his knees. Josh quietly picked the bottle up off the side table, and returned it to the bar, taking one final gulp before turning back towards Robby's slumped over frame. Robby meekly added, "I could never hate you, Josh." "I know," Josh sighed, "but if I didn't do that I...we...that...what happened wouldn'ta happened..." Josh trailed off. He looked down at himself, and was suddenly relieved the kitchen island was between him and Robby, to conceal the obvious bulge that had formed in his tight gym shorts. Robby sighed and averted his eyes as he whispered, "It...it happened twice. So maybe...maybe it would have, anyway." "No. Nonono," Josh shook his head, "the first time was...whatever. But if I hadn't come home...peeked in the window...I wouldn't have been...wouldn'ta known..." Josh fumbled his words, "that you were...you know," and his voice dropped low and matter of fact, "...horny or whatever." Robby tilted his head up to look at Josh, and held his gaze for a few seconds. Then, something behind Josh's head caught Robby's eye, and his intense, saddened look gradually changed into a subtle, knowing grin. Robby pulled himself up off the couch, and slowly crossed the floor, around the kitchen island, to his brother. Josh felt his hands try to conceal his obvious boner, but couldn't keep his eyes off of approaching Robby. "Josh..." Robby said, in a hushed, almost sexy tone. Josh's eyes opened wide and he nodded. Robby smiled, and whispered, "It's midnight...." And then, he clasped his big hands on Josh's shoulders and said out loud, "You're FIFTEEN, BRO!" Josh turned his head to see the 12:00 on the microwave clock. He half grinned but then quickly barked back, "SO?!" He pulled himself out of Robby's grasp and stomped around to the other side of the island before turning dramatically and almost shouting, "Dad left us ALONE. We're not little KIDS." Josh pounded his fists on the island in frustration. Robby looked at Josh sympathetically, "Josh, look...I'm sorry about dad. But, fuck...he's an ASSHOLE." Robby seemed suddenly remorseful, leaning over the island and putting his face in his hands. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I shouldn't say that to you." But Josh just giggled, then grinned and said quietly "You said 'buttfuck'." Robby looked up from his hands, smirked, shook his head and rolled his eyes. But then to Josh's surprise, Robby giggled too. Josh started giggling along with him, until they were both laughing, together. Once the laughter trailed off, Josh smiled and in a playful tone, said, "So now what?" He swiveled his hips, teasing Robby, "you're in CHAAARGE." Each of them leaned over opposite sides of the island, Josh continued, "What's it my bedtime? Do I gotta brush my teeth and get into my jammies?" Robby scrunched up his face, "Fuck that!" And he reached across and playfully punched Josh in the chest. Then he stalked around to Josh's side, continuing, "He's 15 now! He thinks he's a big man," Robby got up right in Josh's face, "A bit more hair, a bit more muscle. He thinks he can do whatever he wants!" Robby gave Josh a light poke in the chest with his finger. "I CAN'T do what I WANT. No phone! No girlfriend! No," and Josh suddenly cut himself off. He looked at Robby in mutual awkwardness, as Robby's big hand slid up onto Josh's shoulder. "No what?" Robby asked softly. A grin gradually crept across Josh's face. He turned, Robby's hand staying on his shoulder, pulling open one of the drawers beneath the countertop. Josh dug around inside, finally pulling something out, closing the drawer, and turning back towards his brother, hand behind his back. Robby smirked back inquisitively. Eyes sparkling, Josh said, "I wanna measure again. And THIS..." And he placed the old metal tape measure on the countertop. "is what me `n Coop used!" Robby stared down at it, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Right...right now?" Josh picked it up and smacked the measure into Robby's other hand. "It's MY birthday. I wanna know!" With sudden defiance, Josh firmly shucked his shorts down, his mostly hard teen cock bouncing out, hanging at an angle. Robby looked right down at it, then back up at Josh's face, and he nodded slightly in trepidation. "Hold on," Josh said, looking down, flopping his meat with his fingers, then gripping it lightly. "I gotta get hard," and he tugged on it lightly. Josh felt Robby suddenly grip both his shoulders. Josh looked up to find an assured, confident look on his brother's face. With his cock out and his shorts around his thighs, Josh felt Robby start to push him backward, step by step. "HEY!" Josh exclaimed. Robby didn't reply; moving his hands from his shoulders to his chest, Robby kept walking Josh back, back, until Josh fell back over the arm of the couch, his legs bouncing as he landed. Josh giggled, looking up at Robby, "Oops!" Josh cracked playfully. Robby didn't look so playful. He had his usual intense expression. Still clutching the tape measure in his left hand, Robby reached down and snatched Josh's shorts down his legs and off his feet, leaving him naked but for his ball cap. Josh looked on in amazement as Robby, still standing, leaned in and rubbed his big, open right hand flat up the inside of Josh's smooth thigh. Then he encircled Josh's dick with his thick fingers, and gripped it at the base. "Mmmmnnnn," Josh cooed, his head rolling back, his cock surging to full, instantaneous hardness as his big brother slowly, sensually stroked him. "Fffuuccckkk," Josh whimpered, looking up at Robby. "D-dude...uhhnn...you..you don't have to....I'm already....HARD...." But Josh's words fell on deaf ears. Robby stroked his brother with a determined grip, listening to him pant out breathlessly, making unintelligible attempts at words of protest and pleasure. Josh hastily pushed his bare foot into Robby's crotch, fondling the bulge inside his brother's shorts. Robby calmly pushed Josh's foot away, and kept stroking his hard cock, exerting full control. After two minutes of stroking his younger brother's cock to throbbing, leaking erection, Robby softly observed, "Fuck, Josh...you HAVE grown." Robby seized Josh's dick hard, milking it, smearing his ample pre over his swollen knob and down his pulsing shaft. Josh squirmed and whimpered, breathlessly panting out, "Will you show me yours?" A question that Robby ignored completely, focusing entirely on the task at hand. Satisfied with the status of Josh's dick, Robby whipped the tape out, drawing it up the length of Josh from his balls to his tip, just like Josh had shown him. "SSSS AHH COLD COLD," Josh kicked twice, laughing. "Sorry," Robby muttered, leaning in to read the tape. "'S okay," Josh said sheepishly, and Robby continued, "Seven...and a half...and 5/8...to be more precise." Josh grinned up at Robby, "Well, that IS bigger, but..." and Josh's foot found its way back to again fondle the big hard cock in his brother's slightly damp swim trunks, adding, "Not as big as that." Once again, Robby pushed Josh's foot off of his dick. Josh bit his lip as Robby grabbed him by the ankles, and swiveled Josh around so that he was sat properly on the couch. Josh was slouched low, with his long, slender legs butterflied around his brother's wide stance, his butt perched just over the edge of the cushion. With calm control, Robby took hold of Josh's boner again, giving it long smooth pumps. Josh looked on, his mouth hanging open slightly. Then, Robby's eyes met those of his brother, and slowly, he knelt between Josh's legs; Josh looked on in disbelief, excitement, and uncertainty. Settling onto his knees, Robby looked at the big boycock in his hand, the knob glistening, slit bubbling precum. Robby brought his eyes back up to Josh's face for one more intense moment, before finally whispering, "Happy birthday, Josh." Robby leaned over and clasped his lips around Josh's knob. He gently suckled, tasting the juice. "Bbbrrrooo ooohhhh" Josh moaned out, locking his hips up and sliding his right hand back through Robby's hair. Robby nursed on Josh's cockhead, his hand still slipping up and down the shaft of Josh's cock below his lips. Josh slid his hand down the back of Robby's thick neck, then gripped both of Robby's shoulders with his hands as he started to buck his hips in short, gentle thrusts. Josh's body was jumping off the couch, due as much to the shock of the situation as to the feeling of his big brother's mouth on his sensitive bell-end. He was panting, whimpering, gasping, making an array of noise, anything BUT actual words. Even though they weren't outspoken, Robby could hear what the sounds meant -- Brooo what are you dooooiiiiinnnngggg.....you doooon't HAVVE TOOOOOO. But in Robby's mind, he DID have to. For Josh. For him and Josh. To make up for all the shitty, stupid, boneheaded time he had wasted over the past months. To make up for his own prudish, scared sheltered nature. He was determined and under control. However uncertain and inexperienced he was, the sounds and expressions told him he was doing something right. As Josh's thrusting grew harder and more driven, Robby planted his elbows on Josh's legs, bearing his body weight down to assert control just a little longer. Robby screwed his right hand up and down Josh's shaft, slurping on the top third of his length with loud, sloppy abandon. His left hand cradled Josh's balls, rolling them gently as his hand and mouth smoothed up and down, making loud, lurid sounds. Josh alternated panting and moaning with cries of "Fuck!" "Robby!" and "Bro!" Robby finally slid his elbows off of Josh's quads, and Josh immediately found Robby's hard cock with his foot. Robby moaned on Josh's slobbery cock as Josh planted his heel into Robby's nuts, wiggling the sole of his foot against Robby's shaft, and hugging the knob of his cock with his toes through his trunks. Waves of pleasure coursed through Robby and finally broke his concentration as Josh loudly panted, "Oh GOD that's so fucking HOT!" Josh sat up and cupped his hands in Robby's armpits, using all his strength to hoist him upwards, guiding him to stand. Josh stared up at his hunky brother as he slid his hands down Robby's sides and yanked his trunks down determinedly, sending Robby's huge boner springing up. Josh lunged forward, pinning his brother's prick between his fuzzy abs and his own lips, kissing it up and down, dragging his lower lip inside out along it, lapping up with his tongue. Josh reached around and groped Robby's ass hungrily, digging his fingers into the firm, hot muscle. Josh cut his eyes up to his brother's handsome face, Robby's head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth agape and panting. He watched long enough to see Robby bring his face back down, looking down at his brother, locking eyes with him. Josh curled his tongue around Robby's knob and pulled it past his lips. Robby rumbled a low growl, and smoothed Josh's hair back with his big paw. Josh sucked hard, drawing Robby's cock out perpendicular from his body, and moaned as he started slurping on it with a frantic pace. Josh SLAPPED each of Robby's glutes hard, egging him on to buck into Josh's sucking mouth. "OH F f fUCK J J Josh," Robby gasped. He moaned, growled, grunted, contrary to his stoic nature, as Josh moaned on his cock to signal his own satisfaction. Unsupervised, the Harding brothers could finally be as loud and rough as they actually were, full on horny young men in the throes of mutual pleasure. So caught up in the moment, Josh plunged his face into his brother's bush, and felt his throat swell as Robby's knob penetrated. The sound Robby made goaded Josh to dive in again, but this time he held on. Robby gripped the back of Josh's head, grinding forward as he stared down at his brother, devotedly swallowing his entire cock. Josh recoiled and went back down, slower this time, relaxing as Robby rubbed his hair reassuringly. Josh played with his hard cock over Robby's large, planted feet, deriving a deep satisfaction from so completely servicing that mammoth brocock. Overcome, Josh pulled off of Robby with a wet smack and leapt to his feet. Josh hugged his brother with all his might, their slightly sweaty bodies squeezing full on against each other, their twitching cocks sliding up together between them. Josh assaulted Robby's mouth with his as they pistoned their matching cocks up and down in scorching frot fuck. Robby was intensely taken aback by his brother's oral skills. He'd obviously logged a lot of practice with Maya, but this was different, and different than Addison, too. The hunger and desire, the rough tenderness as the boys' tongues fought against each other, their mouths sucking like their lives depended on it, this intense intimacy sent waves through them both as they moved in unison, pushing every button on each other that they could. In the passion of their make out, the boys had stumbled around a half turn. Josh's knees wobbled and he fell forward, pushing Robby with him. Robby landed back on the couch with a thump, his brother landing on top of him, pinning him down to the couch. Josh kissed up Robby's neck and tugged his earlobe with his teeth, making Robby groan. Then he whispered breathlessly "I love your cock in my mouth," and Josh slipped back down to the ground, purposely slobbering Robby's cock to achieve maximum wetness. Then, just as quickly, Josh crawled back atop his brother, looking down at him. Josh grabbed Robby's hand, "You can fit us both," and Josh wrapped his brother's hand around both their cocks, guiding him to stroke them both. They moaned together, and Josh rested his forehead to Robby's, kissing him softly as they pumped their cocks together. As the pace started to gather speed again, Josh slipped his mouth back to Robby's ear as they both panted. "'Member when you fuckin' pushed me up the wall in the showerrr?" Josh growled. Robby nodded heartily, "Yes...I remember." "That was so fuckin' HOT," Josh whimpered again, twisting himself out of Robby's grip. Josh slid his cock up the fuzzy cleavage of Robby's meaty pecs, and dragged his cock down his body. Josh arched his back in and extended his ass out, making his cheeks spread. He kept sliding down slowly, until he felt the hot blunt sponginess of Robby's knob push against his taint and slip up into his trench. He held onto Robby's shoulders as he pushed all the way down, squirming his dick against Robby's scratchy abs while his crack rocked Robby's boner side to side, Robby's flared knob stuck up and out of the top cleft of Josh's rounded athletic ass. They both started to move, the contact and friction making them both pant and moan. Their buzzes evened out, their rhythm matching each other in perfect synchronicity, both boys fucked against each other with more and more urgency, edging each other toward explosion. Josh slid up really high, and froze a moment when he felt Robby's cock catch against his hole. They both gulped and Josh slowly reached back to feel Robby's cock. He squeezed it. Before Josh could move any further, Robby's eyes met his with a bit of panic. Robby gave a half-shake of the head, and Josh sighed, letting his brother's cock uncatch and slide through his crack, both of them crying out. Without a word, Josh grabbed Robby's shoulders again, just as Robby slid his hands down Josh's hips and around his butt. Robby grabbed Josh's glutes with rough authority, squeezing them tight around his cock. Then he started thrusting long and hard UP against his lean, smooth brother, making Josh bounce and slide against him. Josh writhed and panted. "Bro you feel so goood," Josh gasped in Robby's ear, "I wanna feel you shoot all up my back." Robby moaned and pumped harder. Josh ground his dick into Robby's rippling torso insistently. "Ooohhh FUCK. Don't stop." Panting, they kissed again, long and deep, for what seemed an eternity. Josh broke with a whimper and cried out, "FUCK I am gonna CUMMM all OVER us!" Robby could only make animal noises as Josh squirmed and humped, finally letting out a desperate cry as his young cock surged and began to hurl rope after rope of fresh hot spunk all over Robby's chest and neck. The sudden coating of hot slickness on his body and the scent of their sex musk mixed with Josh's cum sent Robby's senses reeling, and he growled long and loud as he clenched his brother's ass in his hands and pistoned up the small of Josh's back. Thick, heavy ropes of hot pearly cum jetted out of Robby's cock like a fountain, slapping heavy along Josh's back before Robby drew back and spurt his last shots right in Josh's smooth velvet trench. The brothers kissed again in mutual bliss, heaving with heavy breath, still gently writhing against one another. After another figurative eternity, Josh fully relaxed against Robby, resting his head on Robby's shoulder and nuzzling his face into Robby's sweaty neck. Robby rubbed Josh's back, smearing his cum around Josh's skin. Josh giggled. "Holy shit we make big messes!" Robby chuckled. Josh raised up to meet his brother's eyes with his own, and flashed a wicked grin under an arched eyebrow. "We should go skinny dipping to wash off."