Brief Encounters

Visiting my Brother

After a six-hour scenic drive, I finally arrived at my older brother's house in Palo Alto. I had driven up to Palo Alto for a one-day convention for work. Instead of paying for a hotel that the company didn't want to pay for, I chose to stay at my brother Austin's house. It was time for a visit; it had been six months since I had seen my older brother.

Austin moved to Palo Alto from Los Angeles two years ago for a job in his field. Austin is an analyst for a small tech company called Apple. Austin and I always joked about he was working for such a massive company. When he moved to Palo Alto, he had a girlfriend named Layla, but the two broke up a few months after the move.

My red sedan stopped in the driveway of Austin's single-story house. I remember the first time coming here, feeling strange about such a home design. It was square with no tilted roof; it was flat. It had a large window to the side, which allowed you to view the dining room. Then, to the left was another sizeable rectangular window that allowed you to view the living room. A tall sand-colored fence surrounded the property.

When I stepped out of the vehicle, Austin stood on the porch of his house with a smile. "Hey, Austin!" I said to him.

Austin wore white shorts that ended mid-thigh and a black tank top. I rushed to my brother and embraced him in a hug.

"How was the trip?" he asked, ushering me into his home.

I placed my bags on the couch and sat down, "For the most part, it was good; a little traffic leaving LA," I looked around the spacious living room.

"Want anything to drink?" Austin said.

"Sure, what do you have?"

Austin winked, "Why don't you come to find out?"

The two of us entered his kitchen, and I sat in the aisle in the middle. I couldn't believe that my brother, who used never to do chores at home, kept his house clean.

"I have water, sparkling water, mineral water, and soda."

"I'll take a soda."

I sipped my soda and placed the can on the countertop. "I'm surprised you can keep this place clean."

Austin smiled, "Well, I have Lupita for that."

"You have a girlfriend?" I said excitedly.

He shook his head, "No, she's the lady that comes to my house every week to clean it."

"You have a maid! What is wrong with you?"

"Calm down! Calm down! It isn't like that. She offered to come clean my home for a fee. She is lovely. Plus, she brings me freshly made pan dulce every Sunday. Her son is battling cancer and can use the money."

"Well, I guess if it's for a good cause."

After we caught up, I decided to take a nap. Austin showed me his spare room. I stripped to my boxers and lay on the bed face down; within seconds, I was asleep.

I was exhausted from the drive and slept until the following day. I woke up at 6:45 a.m. The convention didn't start until 9 am, giving me plenty of time to prepare. I stretched and then walked out of the room. The first thing I smelled was a fresh pot of hot coffee.

Austin stood next to the kitchen aisle in a thin white pair of shorts.

"Someone slept good," he teased, "I just made a pot. Help yourself."

I walked past him, "Thank you. Good morning."

As I poured my coffee, I looked at my brother, who was reading through the messages on his phone. Austin worked out a lot. He was at the gym almost every day. Austin was overweight in middle and early high school, but when he started dating girls, he began to lose weight. My brother still had a sculpted body. I, on the other hand, wasn't really into fitness. I was naturally skinny. I did cardio from time to time, jogging, and such. But I never put on muscle. Perhaps that's why I didn't have a girlfriend. Maybe I needed to get jacked like my brother.

I poured coffee into my mug, turned around, and leaned on the counter. I took my first sip and talked to my brother. Austin continued to read through his phone as we spoke. He told me he had to run into the office today for some final touches on a project he was working on, which was fine with me; I was going to be at the convention.

Austin grabbed his mug and began typing on his phone with his thumb. While doing that, he lost the phone, which fell to the ground. Austin bent over to grab it. My eyes widened in shock as I noticed something. My brother wore white shorts, but I saw a line in his shorts as he bent over. Did Austin wear briefs? No, it wasn't possible. I remember that, in middle school, he would tease me for wearing briefs. He must wear shorts with a brief liner, like swim shorts.

Austin grabbed his phone and said he was going to take a shower. I would follow suit when he was done.

A sea of people surrounded me at the convention. I wore a white button-up dress shirt and gray slacks. The convention was for work, and I was sent there to check out the new office tools. My task was investigating the products my company could use in the everyday office. There were some pretty cool toys that I would even want to use.

I walked through the crowd, moving from booth to booth. Watching the people show off their products. By the time lunch had come, I was tired from all the walking. I had written down six products my company would like on my notepad. There were still a few hours left at the convention, so I went to the food court to grab some food. I ordered some over-price fried chicken and sat at a table by myself. My notebook and notes were next to the tray, along with my cell phone.

As I ate my food, my eyes wandered around the cafeteria. My eyes stopped at this beautiful woman. She held her tray and looked for a place to sit. She had long brown hair in a ponytail, a white blouse, and a black skirt--the typical office look for a female. What made her more attractive was the exposure of her cleavage. Her skin was caramel color.

When she walked towards me, I realized my table was relatively empty. The rectangular table could accommodate eight people. The woman approached me and smiled, "Hi, can I sit here?"

I gulped, "Yeah, of course."

She thanked me and sat at the far end of the table, then began to eat her food. I continued to eat my food, but I'd occasionally glance at her. She was beautiful, but what if she had a boyfriend? What if she was a lesbian? She didn't look like one. Then again, I could never tell if anyone was gay or not.

"Hey," I heard her speak. I turned to her, "What are you here for?"

"Stellar Inc. You?"

She smiled, "Revolt."

Of course. It was just my luck. Revolt was the rival company to my employer. Imagine dating someone on the opposing side.

"I guess that makes us rivals," I joked.

She moved closer to me. "It doesn't have to be. My name is Kesley. What's yours?"

"Joel."

"Nice, like Billy Joel. I don't care too much about the rivalry between our companies. I just like to come to work."

"Me too," Kelsey moved further down the bench and sat directly before me. Her cleavage was exposed before me. The sight alone sent blood flowing south. She smelled great, too.

Kelsey smiled, "You enjoying the convention?"

"Not really. It feels like I was picked via the short straw."

She laughed. I liked her laugh.

"Perhaps it was. Have you ever considered jumping ship?"

"To Revolt? No."

"We could use an asset like you," she smiled at me. I felt something about her. It was horniness. I felt pressure in my pants. She pursed her lips and winked. "You're cute. Has anyone told you that?" I felt her hand on my on my arm. Her thumb rubbed my forearm. Was this a ploy?

I reached for my soda and didn't get a full grip. The soda fell out of my hand and spilled onto my lap. Quickly, I rose to my feet and began to dry myself off. Kelsey handed me some napkins to try to help. As I was drying myself off, her phone rang. Kelsey grabbed it and answered it. The brief conversation ended, and she said, "Sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you."

Kelsey grabbed her tray, smiled, and then walked away.

I watched her walk away, watching her curvy hips move side to side. A change in work would be a good thing. When I felt dry enough, I sat down and finished my food. But something caught my attention. Something was missing. Both my phone and notepad were gone. Kelsey took them. I never even noticed her take them.

I cursed.

I stood at the security front desk and asked if they could find her. I gave them all my information about her, including her name and the company she worked for.

The black security guard shook his head, "Sorry, sir. I just checked the guest list for everyone attending the convention. There is no one under that name. We have a male person from Revolt Incorporated."

"What? So she snuck in?" So she lied to me about her name and the company she worked for. I knew Stellar and Revolt were rivals, but I'd never imagined Revolt would steep this low. Perhaps she wasn't an employee. Maybe just a pretty thief. A pretty thief I got all aroused up for. She could've given me a blowjob and then steal from me. I would be less upset.

I sighed, "It's okay. Thanks for the help."

"We'll keep an eye out for her, sir. In the meantime, leave us your information so we can help you."

"Thanks; I'll leave you my brother's information." I did what the security guard asked for, then left. I didn't want to be at the convention anymore. When I return to Austin's house, I'll call work and explain what happened. I'd be the laughingstock of the floor when I got back.

I parked my car in the street in front of my brother's house. I walked through the door and down the paved path to the porch. The door was unlocked, and I stepped inside. I heard music coming from the bathroom. It must've been Austin. I walked to my room and quickly changed clothes. I put on a new pair of boxers, shorts and a T-shirt. Then I grabbed my dirty clothes and took it to the washer. I didn't like washing with so little clothes, so I walked to the hamper in the corner of the room. Thankfully, Austin had some dirty clothes. I grabbed them, tossed them into the wash, and exited the laundry room.

Austin walked into the hallway from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, "Hey, you're back early."

"I'll tell you when you get dressed. Have any alcohol?"

"Yeah, there is a liquor cabinet in the living room."

The glass of whiskey was half full when Austin walked into the living room, "So how was your thing?"

"Terrible."

Austin sat down on the recliner across from me. "What happened?"

I explained everything to him, and he clicked his tongue, "Done in by your horniness," Austin said.

I rolled my eyes, "I need to call my bosses and tell them what happened. I don't even have a phone."

"Borrow mine. Also, relax; things happen. No point in getting so upset about it."

"It's my job to be here!" the flash of anger caught my brother off guard.

"Hey, Joel, relax. Let security do their job. You may not get your phone back, but you might get your notebook back. What would a thief want with a notebook?"

He was right; I needed to relax. It wasn't the end of the world.

"Speaking of security, your front door was unlocked."

"Yeah, I lock the door at night or when I'm not home. Crime here is almost zero."

"Must be nice."

"Hey, it's not sad bad up here. I can help you find a job here if you'd like."

"I don't know."

The washing machine buzzer went off. I shot up from the chair and went to the laundry room.

I stood over the washer, taking the damp clothes out--each piece of clothing I would stretch out before tossing it into the dryer. Austin was right; I needed to get laid. I was all built up inside. Jerking off wasn't doing it anymore. I needed some sex.

I grabbed a piece of clothing from the washer and opened it to avoid a ball in the dryer. "What the fuck?" I whispered to myself. The piece of clothing was a pair of my brother's underwear. But the style is what threw me off guard: briefs. These had to be Austin's. When did he start wearing briefs? Should I confront him about them? Was he wearing briefs this morning when he bent over? I had so many questions.

I heard a slam on the wall. It startled me, and I turned to see Austin standing in the doorway with his hand on the wall, smiling. Quickly, I tossed the underwear into the dryer, "What's up?"

"What were you doing?" Austin said.

"Nothing, just throwing the clothes in the dryer. I didn't have enough to load, so I washed the ones in your hamper."

He peeked behind the door to the hamper, "That hamper?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"No," Austin said, going silent for a moment. "I have a friend coming over today."

I continued to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer, "Do you need me to leave?"

"No. You can stay if you'd like. Just don't be shy."

Austin was gone before I could ask anything else. The bottom of the washer had a few pieces of clothes left. A few were mine. I grabbed another pair of damp briefs. How many did he have? When did he make the change? And why? The guy used to tease me for wearing them as a kid.

After putting the clothes in the dryer, I turned on the machine and returned to the living room. I borrowed Austin's phone and called my boss. Despite it being the weekend, my boss usually answered his phone. If he didn't, he would call back as soon as possible. That was one thing I liked about her.

I sat on the sofa and finished my drink, then laid down. My eyes closed, and I fell asleep.

I woke up to silence. My brother's phone was gone, and so was he. I wasn't aware if he left, but the one thing on my mind was the laundry.

I walked down the hallway and noticed the door to my brother's room was closed, then proceeded to the laundry room. In the laundry room, I began to fold the laundry. I made two piles, his and mine. Since it was a small load, it went fast. I held up one of my brother's briefs. The brand was Calvin Klien. They didn't have the classic fly like other tighty-whities had. I still couldn't believe he wore this style of underwear. In total, there were three pairs of briefs in the laundry. Was that the only underwear he wore now? What changed? Last time I checked, he wore boxer briefs. Perhaps I was looking into it too much. Who was I to judge what style of underwear my brother wore? But the idea of teasing him came to mind. It's a little payback for all the years of being teased.

There was a mirror in the laundry room. I took a quick peek out and saw no one. I removed my shorts and boxers and slipped on the pair of briefs. I admired myself in the mirror with the briefs on. They were pretty snug, and I admit I felt flexible in them. Perhaps Austin wore them to the gym. The underwear held my package well. I turned around and looked at my butt. I wondered if women found it sexy for a man to wear briefs.

The door to Austin's room opened, startling me. I heard him walk towards the laundry room. I didn't have time to change underwear; I just slipped on my shorts. When Austin appeared in the laundry room, I was folding my pair of boxers.

"Had a good nap?" he said.

"Yeah, when's your friend coming over?"

"He'll be here any minute," He? It was a guy? I was expecting it to be a woman. "He's bringing Italian. So I hope you're hungry."

"I can eat."

Austin grabbed his laundry, "Thanks for doing my laundry, by the way."

"No problem."

The doorbell rang.

"That's him, come on!"

I grabbed my clothes and took them to my room; I'd change out of the underwear later.

In the living room, Austin stood with his friend. "Hey, Joel, this is my good friend Matt."

Matt put his hand out, and I shook it. He was in similar shape to my brother but slightly thinner--an athletic build.

"Nice to meet you, Joel. I've heard a lot about you," Matt said. His voice was soft.

"Oh, I hope nothing bad."

The three of us laughed.

We sat in the back patio of my brother's home. Matt and Austin had begun exchanging stories. The two worked together. They had met on Matt's first day at the job. It was odd seeing my brother act this way with another man. It was almost gay. But then again, times had changed. Men could be closer nowadays. A bromance is what people call it. But I was glad my brother had found someone to hang out with. I remembered his friends in LA. They were all pricks.

"So, how's the food?" Matt asked me.

"Oh, it's good. Thanks."

Austin stood from his chair, "I forgot I had some hot sauce I wanted you guys to try. I'll be right back."

I excused myself and walked into the house, following my brother. In the kitchen, I told him, "Hey, your friend is a little fruity."

The comment caused a flash of anger on my brother's face, "What's that supposed to mean?"

His tone took me aback. I remember when we were younger, he was pretty homophobic. He would call me and my friends faggots when we had sleepovers. I remember even one time he was bullying a guy in high school for being gay. The last time he was in Los Angeles, we went to a club where we saw a couple of gay dudes. Austin made some homophobic comments, then. "Nothing, it's just. He's a little into you."

Austin shook his head, "Come on, Joel. Grow up. Yes, he's gay. But he's an excellent friend. I never would've expected you to say something like that."

He was being very protective. Not even I was like that with my friends, "You're right. I am sorry."

"Good, let's go enjoy our food," Austin walked past me with the bottle of hot sauce in hand.

I stood in the kitchen briefly, then walked down the hallway. I remembered wearing Austin's briefs, but I couldn't feel them. It was almost as if I weren't wearing any underwear. It was an odd feeling.

After eating, we watched a movie in the living room. We all had drinks, and I was getting tipsy by the film's end.

When the movie ended, my head started to spin. I got up and said, "I think I'm going to catch some sleep."

The boys said nothing as I walked down the hallway to my bedroom. I removed my shirt and laid down on the bed, face down.

When I woke up, it was already nighttime, so I got up and walked into the hallway. It was dark. A slit of light was visible at the end of the hallway. It seemed to be coming from my brother's room. I wondered if Matt had gone home.

I walked to my brother's door and saw it was ajar. I closed my right eye and peeked into his room with my left eye. What I saw inside, I couldn't believe. Austin was standing in the middle of the room with shorts around his thigh. He had on a pair of black briefs with the waistband tucked under his balls. I saw it clearly, Matt was on his knees, giving him a blowjob.

I wanted to turn away, but I continued to watch in disbelief. Was Austin gay? Since when? Or was he always gay, and he was just hiding it? I watched as Matt swallowed my brother's enormous cock. I had never seen anyone with a deep throat before. I had to admit, it was impressive.

For some reason, my cock grew in my underwear. I had never watched gay porn before, but perhaps it was my dire need for sex that led to it. I continued to watch as Matt sucked on my brother's cock. I wondered if it felt good. Was it better than a woman's mouth? Part of me wanted to join, but the other half was worried I'd turn gay.

Matt sucked on my brother's cock with expertise. Using his tongue to work the tip of the cock while his hands stroke the shaft. I've had blowjobs before from girls, but none of them worked me like that. I dug my hand into my shorts to feel the impression in my underwear, reminding me I still had on my brother's briefs. If I jerked off in these, I would have to keep them. There was no way I would return them to my brother with my precum. I stroked myself as I watched the free porn. I imagined myself in my brother's position. I was being the receiver of the blowjob. But I also tried to imagine Kelsey on her knees before. Despite her being a thief, she was still hot. Every time I tried picturing her, Matt would appear.