My Brother, My Soldier (A First Time Gay Taboo Tale)
The night before his younger step-sibling Jace was deployed overseas, Eric heard a confession of brotherly love he wouldn't soon forget. But now that Jace is back from the war after narrowly escaping with his life, will his forbidden desire become a reality? More
The night before his younger step-sibling Jace was deployed overseas, Eric heard a confession of brotherly love he wouldn't soon forget. But now that Jace is back from the war after narrowly escaping with his life, will his forbidden desire become a reality?
Warning: This short story contains 8500 words of the taboo love between two Army-enlisted stepbrothers who nearly lost each other to war. It includes steamy descriptions of oral and anal pleasures and is meant for adult readers only!
My Brother, My Soldier
“You can’t do this. I told you, Jace. It’s just a… just a crush. And one you shouldn’t have. I’m your brother!”
The way he looked at me broke my heart. Like he was losing his patrol all over again, adrenaline stalling out just when he needed it most, forcing him to just stare. Had he looked at me this way the last time? Maybe I’d just dismissed him as being drunk and in need of comfort; too proud to admit he was scared about being deployed.
“It isn’t a crush! When I was over there, I… I just thought about everything I wished I would’ve done, in case I didn’t come back. And when that mine blew, you were the only thing in my mind.”
My jaw set harder than I wanted. I knew what he was implying and it triggered something in me that I didn’t care to admit. “You think I didn’t care that you were over there? That you could be shipped back in a casket? Every time the phone rang my heart fucking stopped.”
“It’s not the same,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “You love me because I’m your brother. I love you because you’re… Jesus, Eric. You’re everything.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I wanted to just keep refuting it, tell him no, get up and walk out. But who was I to tell him how he felt? I might not be in the same place he was, but I did love him. The thought of losing him killed me. It seemed like a normal reaction, and I wondered if maybe in some way Jace’s feelings were normal too.
When I didn’t respond he took the opening to lean forward again. I tensed and my hand moved up as if to push him away again, but I stopped just short. The pleading look in his eyes was too much, his lips trembling a breath away from mine. He stayed in that moment for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for me to move, I guess; to reject him again. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. And after a few moments more I saw his eyes close and felt his lips on mine again.
The first kiss had been desperate need. This one was… I wasn’t sure what it was. Nothing like I’d felt before, definitely. Even the ex I’d cared most about had never kissed me like this. Like I was the center of the universe and nothing else mattered. It was almost worshipful, his lips slowly caressing mine, his hand moving up to cup my cheek.
I wanted to kiss him back. Maybe it was just to make him happy. Maybe it was just to show him that I cared, too, even if it was different. And while this was definitely the type of kiss shared between lovers and not between brothers, somehow it just didn’t matter.
Slowly, tentatively I pressed my lips back to his, matching his gentle movements. It shot something through me that clutched at my chest and I raised my hand, too, tracing the lines of his face with my fingers, the bit of stubble he’d grown rough against my skin.
It was the encouragement he’d been looking for, apparently. He urged it deeper, leaning up into me, a frustrated nose in his throat when the bed prevented him. Whatever thoughts I’d had about stopping seemed gone; a distant warning ignored. There was something about somebody wanting you this much that could make your whole body vibrate with need. All the passing thoughts, all the questions I’d ever had about what it might be like if I ever gave in to Jace came to the forefront, demanding answers.