After six weeks of relentless itching and discomfort, the time finally came. Timmy's casts, the heavy prisons around his limbs, were about to come off. The doctor warned him to be careful--his bones were still healing--but they'd set in the right place, and soon, he'd have his freedom.
On the way back from the hospital, Timmy's mind and body buzzed with excitement. No more awkward shifting to avoid putting pressure on his arms. No more lying helpless while Frank played nurse. He'd finally be able to do things with and to his brother.
They could cuddle, their bodies pressing together without the barriers of plaster and padding. He could touch Frank the way he wanted to, reciprocating all the things his older brother did to him. He could... he could try new things!
The thought sent a thrill through him, but laced with a flicker of nervousness. What if he messed it up? What if things didn't feel as natural when he could finally give back? Timmy swallowed hard, his palms damp.
But then he imagined Frank smiling at him--warm, reassuring. He always knew exactly how to make Timmy feel safe. The nervousness dissolved into a quiet hum of anticipation.
For his whole life, his parents had kept them in a cage. Rules that felt suffocating, the constant judgment, the insistence that they had to be a certain way--it had always loomed over them, heavy and unyielding. Then came the accident, and his injuries locked him in a different prison. Even as he tasted freedom for the first time--with Frank's touch, Frank's love--but trapped in his broken body, he couldn't fully grasp the life he wanted.
But now? Now he could feel the bars cracking, the walls crumbling. He'd glimpsed the world outside the cold metal bars of Mormonism, and he knew he could never go back. The freedom he'd found, the joy of being close to his sexy big brother. He wasn't sure what waited ahead, but he knew he wanted to reach for it.
"So," Frank said as he drove them home from the hospital, his tone light but curious. "What's the first thing you'd like to do?"
Timmy blushed, a smile tugging at his lips. "A nice long shower."
He imagined the warm water flowing over his skin, easing the stiffness, washing away the hospital scent--making him feel clean again for the first time in weeks.
Frank glanced at him, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Want company?"
Timmy's blush deepened, his throat tightening. "You could... help me," he said softly, swallowing his nerves. "Doctor says to be careful."
Frank winked.
They stepped out of the car, their eyes locking.
Just outside their apartment, keys jingling in Frank's hands, they tangled in a passionate kiss.
A gasp.
They froze, scanning their surroundings.
"Mom." Frank's voice cracked.
Timmy turned, and his breath caught in his chest.
Their mother's eyes darted between them, her mouth open.
"W-w-w-what--" She swallowed, her throat dry, as if coated in sand. "I-I-I--" She shook her head, brows furrowing, eyes sharp with disbelief.
Her jaw clenched, teeth bared. The air scratched through her nose in a sharp breath. Without another word, she threw up her hands and stomped away.
Timmy lunged after her, but Frank held him back.
Their eyes burned.
Timmy turned to his brother, searching his face. "She--" His voice broke. "She wasn't supposed to find out like this."
Frank swallowed hard. "She would have eventually."
Timmy pressed his lips together. "But I... I didn't want--"
"Didn't want to disappoint her?" Frank asked.
Pain twisted Timmy's features. He looked away, then nodded.
Frank cupped Timmy's face, gently pulling him back. "I don't care what she--or anyone else--thinks." His voice softened. "You're special to me."
Timmy's lips trembled at the corners.
"You regret this?" Frank asked.
Timmy's eyes filled with resolve. "No."
Frank dabbed his lips against Timmy's.
The keys jingled in Frank's hand. "Come on."
As soon as the front door clicked behind them, the air shifted. Frank's arms were around Timmy in an instant, pulling him close, their mouths colliding in a desperate, hungry kiss. Timmy clung to him, his fingers tangling in Frank's shirt as their lips parted and their tongues met, playful and electric.
Frank tugged Timmy's shirt off with one swift motion, his hands grazing Timmy's bare sides as he stepped back to kick off his shoes. Timmy reached for Frank's waistband, but his heel caught the edge of the TV stand, making him stumble.
"Whoa," Frank said, steadying him with a grin.
Timmy's laugh was breathless as Frank drew him into another kiss, slower this time, their bodies pressing together. Stripped down to their underwear, their hands roamed freely, fingers exploring bare skin as their hips ground against each other.
Timmy gasped at the friction, the heat of Frank's body against his own, sending shivers down his spine. Their bulges rubbed heavily, and Timmy let out a soft moan as Frank's teeth nibbled down his jawline.
Waves of prickling goosebumps washed over Timmy as if tasting something sweet for the very first time. Oh how he'd longed to be touched like this, by Frank, to feel their bodies against each other. A cool wetness tingled at his hip as his achingly hard cock leaked.
The two brothers yanked their own underwear to the floor.
Traveling past the toilet where everything started, Timmy filled with strange gratitude. He had survived. He had someone like Frank to care for him. And strangest of all, his injuries had opened the door for this special connection.
They stepped into the shower. Frank drew the curtain and, without breaking the kiss, reached behind Timmy to twist the water knobs.
The gush of warm water sprayed Timmy. He released a deep sigh as a shiver climbed up his spine and he looked down at Frank's gorgeous cock. His eyes followed the thick vein emerging from the base as it webbed into smaller blue paths under his circumcision scar to the ridge of the corona, then to the glassy smooth head. The sight of Frank's cock never failed to arouse him. Timmy clasped Frank's manhood with one hand, cupping the heavy balls with the other. He'd waited so long for this. Its warmth and weight felt even better in his hands than he imagined. The smooth skin, and rigidity between his fingers, the heat of his sack and taint all for his freshly free fingers to caress and explore. He lifted his eyes, peering wistfully at his big brother's face.
Frank sighed, his moans low and content.
Timmy jacked Frank's thick shaft before he grabbed the body wash bottle, pumped a few globs into his hand, and rubbed them together until the suds thickened. His hands slid over Frank's smooth, broad chest, spreading the lather in slow, deliberate figure eights. The memory of his big brother's hands sliding over his nipples burned hot in Timmy's mind. He wanted his big brother to feel what he did when Frank sponged him, the warmth of the water, the caress of his hands.
Timmy kneaded the tension in Frank's shoulders, marking the feel of each muscle as it gave way to the next. They'd wrestled before, even sucked each other, but this was Timmy's first time touching his brother like this. He prayed it would never end.
Frank's heart raced as Timmy's hands moved to his chest, gliding over his stiff nipples, tracing the ridge under his square pecs. The lather was warm and slick, Timmy's touch unhurried, savoring.
Timmy traveled lower, navigating the valleys between each of Frank's abdominals, caressing both obliques, rounding the curves of his hips, breath hitching.
Frank's face burned, body buzzing. He pulled his little brother closer, pressing his lips against Timmy's neck. His muscular arms squeezed Timmy against his broad chest before exploring the little brother's back.
Timmy swallowed hard, his body quaking as his big brother's hands ventured lower, caressing the soft curve of his cheeks. A mix of fear and desire spread deep in his gut. He wanted it, but how badly would it hurt? Frank would be gentle, right? Was it even gentleness he wanted or something closer to what his brother gave Derek? Maybe he needed both. The thought sent a shiver from his groin to his scalp.
Eyes closed, Frank stepped back into the steam. Timmy watched in rapture. Frank's hair danced in the flow as the water gushed over his forehead, nose and lips, pushing the suds past his thick, strong neck. Between his pecs, the water rushed like a white river. The flow bubbled past his navel and rushed as if magnetized to the base of his stiff cock, finally forming a spout from his low hanging sack.
Frank rolled his neck from side to side, then turned and lifted his arm, rinsing his pit, then the same for the other. He swept his hands down his chest and over his stomach before giving his shaft and balls a thorough rinse. He peeked through the water with one eye and smiled at Timmy.
Turning to the soap and pumping some into his hand, Frank asked Timmy to turn, facing away from him. Frank applied the fresh lather to Timmy's skin, finally with access to every inch.
Frank rubbed each arm, all the way down to Timmy's hands, massaging them. A new thing for Timmy. He'd never had a professional massage, and didn't realize a hand massage was even a thing, nor did he expect it to feel so nice. Next, Frank rubbed his shoulders, inching his way from back to front, lower... lower.
Frank's thick fingers slipped between his cheeks and grazed his hole. Timmy gasped, instinctively spreading his legs and leaning into it. The older brother traced ever smaller gentle circles around Timmy's entrance, drawing closer to the center and adding pressure. Timmy bucked when Frank's fingertip pushed into him and sighed as he relaxed.
Frank leaned over Timmy's shoulder as his little brother turned to his face. They kissed as Frankie lightly fingered Timmy.
The sensations radiated across Timmy's body. His big brother played his body like a seasoned musician, hitting all the right notes with perfect meter.
Their lips separated, and Frank pulled his little brother back into the warm water. Frank swooped his finger against the lining of Timmy's anus, ever so gently stretching the tight hole.
The little brother nudged against Frank's finger, but Frank prevented it from going deeper. He wanted them both to savor Timmy's first time.
With a thorough rinse, the nob squeaked at the twist of Frank's hands, the flow of water slowing to a drip, giving his little brother a reassuring peck on the lips.
Frank grabbed a towel for each of them, and Timmy's mouth watered, watching his brother sensually draw the cloth over his defined muscles.
Timmy fell to his knees, hungry for his big brother's meat. He forced himself onto it, slurping. Frank's cock felt just as incredible in his mouth, but now he could explore with his hands, as well. The cockhead, so warm and smooth, his pre-cum intoxicating, addicting. Timmy bobbed furiously on Frank's leaking cock.
"Woah." Frank nudged Timmy's crown gently. "Not yet." Frank's smile was warm and reassuring.
Gaze glued to his brother's spit-sopped shaft, Timmy's tongue reached out, desperate to feel and taste it again.
Frank lifted his brother. Timmy wrapped his legs around his brother's hips as their lips collided. Frank walked, carefully carrying his little brother, his leaking cock pinned against the base of his little brother's. He maneuvered past the vanity and through the bathroom door to the edge of the bed.
Frank leaned forward, tipping Timmy's back against the sheets.
Frank broke their kiss, moving to Timmy's neck, then his chest, where he lapped at his little brother's nipples, sucking and teasing.
Timmy's whole body vibrated with anticipation. What would happen next? Would he take me? Give me a blow job like always?
