My Straight Step-Brother

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  A coming of age story Some people find the love of their life, and are lucky when that person turns out to be their permanent soulmate. For many people, it doesn’t turn out that way, and they go through life with the conflicting emotions of regret and thankfulness that they, at least, had that unforgettable brief time. And then there is our first love. That special someone always occupies a warm place in our hearts for the rest of our lives. And what if that first love is also the love of our life? And what if that is fleeting? That is the meaning of tragedy. That is all a speculation…a preamble to my story.Background: I was christened with my mother’s maiden name, Montague, and no other. My father refused to call me Monty, so I was called Tag, taken from the middle. For years, I said when I was old enough I was going to have it legally changed, but now I’m kind of proud of it. My mother died when I was six. She had been seriously ill for the last year of her life, so I was not much a part of it during that time. As a result, I barely remember her. My father brought me up as a single dad, and it must have been rough, but I wasn’t aware of any problems. He protected me well, and I had a happy youth. When I was fourteen he met a woman and fell back in love. Geena was a wonderful person, and I was glad to be around her. I felt no jealousy or betrayal when a year later my dad said he wanted to marry her. She had an eighteen-year-old son who was away at a boarding school. It actually was some sort of military academy, and he only came home for Christmas and spring break and summer vacations, so I had yet to meet him. I thought it would be interesting to have an older brother. When I was smaller I had at times thought it would be fun to have a brother to grow up with. Someone to share adventures and secrets, to play games and celebrate holidays. It was too late for those things, but it still could be interesting. The wedding took place the end of April, and Geena moved in with us. After Mother had died Dad hadn’t sold the house even though it was much too big for two people. It had been built for an expanding family, but it provided almanbahis şikayet them with privacy and me with room to grow. Reese came home to his new family in June. Reese was handsome, not in a cookie-cutter way, but in his own unique way – but decidedly handsome. Reese was an exceptionally down-to-earth guy. He had complete faith in his mother, and if she had chosen my father to marry, then he was the right man and he was happy for her. If I was a part of the package, then I was his brother. He arrived and moved in with no reservations, ready to be part of a blended family. The first weeks were devoted to us getting to know each other and becoming comfortable in each other’s presence. He was sharp, witty, generous and charming. From the first moment I was smitten, and as the summer progressed my fascination with my new step-brother intensified. Summer came to an end, and Reese returned to the academy. I entered my first year of high school, but I was bereft. Reese was in my thoughts at all times. I wondered what he was doing, what his life was like if he ever thought about me. I ached as the days crept by toward Christmas. Oh, I had a life; I kept up my school work, and I joined in both school and after-school activities, but I wanted Reese back. I turned sixteen, and December did finally arrive. The academy closed down for three full weeks, and Reese got home ten days before Christmas. I was full of questions about everything he had done since we had last been together. Things that were trivial to him took on great importance, and I’m afraid I made a nuisance of myself, constantly pumping him for information and wanting to occupy all his time. He had friends from his earlier school days that he kept in touch with, and I was disappointed when he went to do something with one of them. But he never tried to shut me out or slough me off. He was attentive and suggested things we could do together, and I agreed to each suggestion. The holiday season ended and he was gone again, and I returned to my inwardly frustrated musings. Things continued to evolve. It seemed I had matured overnight, or from the first almanbahis canlı casino time I had seen Reese eight months ago until now. From not being aware I was attracted to boys to an almost obsession with Reese. My thoughts became more of a physical nature. Yes, there had always been a physical attraction…my first description of Reese to you was he was handsome. But now, instead of being abstract, they were concentrated on the flesh. Spring break came, and Reese was real again. I noted the curve of his neck into his shoulder, the smooth inside of his elbow, the small creases at his armpit where his arm joined his chest. Having lived for the last four years at a boy’s school where things like private showers didn’t exist, he was comfortable with his body and nudity. But only days after this springtime arrival he said to me once while dressing, “I’d like a little privacy,” and a few days later, “Tag, it’s not polite to stare.” And then he began turning his back to me when he was naked and I was in his room, as I usually was. I had to devise ways to “accidently” walk in on him to see him undressed. I needn’t add that he was as beautiful from the neck down as he was from the neck up. I was amazed at the size of his dick (a word I had just become comfortable with). It was at least twice as long as mine, soft. I could only imagine how it looked hard. The two weeks flew by and Reese left, but this time, it wasn’t so bad because I knew in June he’d be home to stay. Or so I thought. During those two months, Reese had his nineteenth birthday, and I accepted the fact I was gay. I knew all about gay. After all, there were a lot of gay characters on TV, mostly in situation comedies. I didn’t identify with them too much, but they mentioned their boyfriends, and that’s what I had in my imagination. What they didn’t do was explore the sexual side of it. I started doing research, in the limited way I could. Now sex is what occupied me. Finesse is what evaded me. It was only a couple days after Reese was home, this time with all his possessions, when we were sitting side by side on the sofa playing one of my video games. He, almanbahis casino of course, beat me and asked, “Want to try again?” I said, “No, you always win,” which wasn’t really true. Sometimes he let me win. We sat there a minute, and then I put my hand on his crotch. He flinched and grabbed my hand, saying, “Don’t do that Tag.” I asked, “Why?” He shrugged, “It’s not right.” I repeated, “Why?” He raised his hands. “For lots of reasons.” “I’m gay,” I said. He smiled. “I know, but I’m not.” I was confused. “How did you know?” He chuckled. “Well, you kind of tipped me off when I was home Easter. You couldn’t stop looking at my cock.” I was shocked at him using that word but found it exciting at the same time. I quickly put my hand on his crotch again and he forcefully grabbed it and pulled it away, but didn’t let it go this time. “NO! I said don’t do that.” I simply said, “But I want it. Why don’t you want me to?” He said, “I said for a lot of reasons. I can think of three right off the top of my head.” “Like what?” I asked. This was the closest I’d seen him to anger, but it was more like exasperation. “Well, in no special order, the age difference. You’re sixteen and I’m nineteen.” I said, “So?” “It’s a big difference. Two, you’re my brother.” I quietly interjected, “Step-brother.”“Okay, step-brother, but brother’s still in there. And three, I’m not gay. I’m straight. I like girls.” I sat morosely looking at the floor. He said, “Look, Tag, I understand some of this. A lot goes on at a boys’ school. A lot of people don’t talk about. A lot of people don’t know about. Maybe you need to talk to somebody. I’m fine with who you are. You’re you, and I accept that. But I have to be me.” He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. “Look, I don’t know how to explain it. I’m not making sense. Someone else can explain it better. But I’m here for you. You’re still my brother…step-brother.” He squeezed the back of my neck, and got up and went outside. I didn’t talk to anybody. I didn’t know who I could talk to, and quickly decided I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I didn’t need to. Everything seemed normal, but things had started changing, so subtly, at first, I didn’t see it. I’m not even exactly sure when they started changing. When I did something – anything – well, Reese patted me on the back. The pats became back rubbing. When we walked together he’d drape his arm across my shoulders.

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