(A/N: Okay, this is kind of just what happens when I get bored. Sorry if there are any mistakes.

Anyway, um hope you guys don't mind the Incest that is this story! Yeah, it's incest. As in "sex between close relatives: sexual activity between two people who are considered, for moral or genetic reasons, too closely related to have such a relationship.
Incest is regarded as a serious taboo in almost every society, although cultures differ as to the extent to which marriages are allowed between relatives." - Encarta ® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1998-2005 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

No, they actually don't have sex...at least, not in this story. I don't actually plan on doing anything else with these characters, but if anyone thinks that I should, then I might.

So, again, m/m, two guys kissing, brothers...that are a little more loving than brothers are 'allowed' to be, etc., etc...

Enjoy!)


I was shaking, my knees tucked to my chest and my arms wrapped around them, keeping them there, restricting my oxygen flow but I didn't care. I sobbed softly. I knew I was a mess. And why did I have to be doing this now, David was going to be here any minute...

As if on cue, my older brother, David, strolled into my house silently. He was taller than me; he had the most gorgeous blue eyes, dark brunet hair. He was smarter than me; more compassionate, more handsome...he was the sexiest out of all my siblings, myself included.

And Goddamnit-he was my brother! My own flesh-and-blood, for Christ's sake!

The minute David saw me, he knew something was wrong. He shut the door quietly behind him and walked over to me, sitting beside me and gently pulling me into a hug.

"What happened?" he asked quietly, concern in his eyes.

I just shook my head, not able to respond.

"Do you want me to get you a blanket?"

I didn't say anything.

"I could make you some soup...?" he tried again after a long silence.

That was probably his biggest flaw. He didn't know when to shut up.

Again, I didn't say anything.

He sighed and just held me there for a while.

"You could kiss me to make it feel better," I whispered almost silently after an even longer silence.

David gave me a look, pausing before kissing my cheek and smiling sympathetically. "Did that help?"

I looked at him, and I knew tears were shining in my eyes as I inched closer.

"Daniel-" he tried to stop me, but I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. He seemed to freeze for a moment, and it surprised me when he kissed back, his tongue sliding into my mouth without my even knowing I had parted my lips.

I pulled away gently, wiping my mouth of the saliva trail that followed me, not meeting his eyes.

David seemed to be stunned into silence or something, I wasn't really sure, but I didn't want to be the one to talk and break the stillness that had filled the room.

I sighed and finally looked back at him. David was smiling at me, his blue eyes shining.

"David, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" This time it was me that was cut off, and again he was kissing me.

He was kissing me.

We only pulled apart when we needed to breathe this time, and David was grinning at me.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." he whispered.

I couldn't help but grin, whispering back, "then why didn't you?" before my lips captured his again in another soft but passionate kiss, and it was all that was needed for the both of us to convey our feelings for one another. It was all I needed to know that my brother, my brother that I was in love with, truly felt the same way about me.

That kiss was all that was needed, for it said the simple 'I love you' that we hadn't believed we could say out loud.