Brother in Awe - 1. Through The Keyhole

Deep in the distance, the young boy could hear the mumbling from the crowd as his eyes focused and zeroed in on reality.

"James...JAMES!" He heard his manager yell from the back of the main counter at the coffee shop.

There he stood, tray in hand, completely zoned out, in the middle of the shop amidst a busy and unbearably chatty crowd at lunch hour.

"Sorry. On it!" He yelled, rushing to one of the tables in the back where two gay guys rolled their eyes impatiently, gesturing for him to drop their coffees on the table. "I'm sorry, guys. I skipped a beat there." He jokingly said, trying to dodge their annoyed expressions, smiling as he went along.

James could always trust his smile. Since he was a child, everyone consistently commended him for his beautiful smile. James had those perfect pearly whites and luscious red and plump lips. He sported naturally curly golden brown hair, which he was growing, and was at that stage where it landed softly midway through his forehead. Adding to that, James had just turned 19. His body was hitting that peak, and his bubble butt was near perfection since he started hitting the gym at the beginning of that year. James had a smooth body but wasn't exactly like the muscular type, which made him fall into the twink category if you added the boyish looks. So as soon as he turned around, James knew it was coming.

"Geez, look at that ass..." One of the guys whispered as he moved away, dribbling his tray playfully through the crowded coffee shop. James slid his body, almost reptilian, under the movable wooden plate as he reached the main counter. As he emerged from the other side, the manager's face awaited him so close that it could touch his nose.

"Look, Hun, I know you had a rough patch recently, but you must pick up the pace around here. You know how busy this place gets at this hour." She said, one of her puffed hands around her significant heavy hip.

"Sure, Karen.. sure." The boy fired back aloofly as he rolled his eyes, watching as she stepped away.

James watched the clock for the rest of the shift, waiting eagerly for the numbers to reach 5 pm. Ever since that gay couple flattered his ass, he had developed this massive boner that would not go down. James had been edging himself all afternoon. And maybe he was. At nineteen, what else is there to do but manage a constant state of sexual rapture? He ripped his apron off as the clock closed and raced out the door. As soon as he got outside, he took a deep breath. Like a caged beast, he felt liberated. James took another long whiff as he put his hoodie on and placed his headphones, twisting the volume up while strutting back to his sister's apartment. He had taken this job so he could afford art school.

Today was the first anniversary of his parent's death. Both had perished in a car crash, leaving him and his sister Vanessa orphans and in severe debt. They had to navigate mourning under a shroud of complicated financial issues, having to sell their childhood home to pay off their debts. James still missed them, of course, but their death and everything that came after took a toll on him, making his mourning take a back seat, and even his relationship with his sister hadn't been the same since their death. She became very career-focused, cold, and stern sometimes, and she would only let loose around her boyfriend, Brian.

Brian was amazing. He was the most down-to-earth, charming yet gritty, masculine straight guy he knew. Brian loved people, laughing and having a good time. He worked as a bartender in this high-end bar with mostly business-suit clients. Brian loathed it, but the money swelled, and the tips were even better. And he wasn't very career-oriented, so it was the ideal job for a person like him. He brought some levity to Vanessa's life. Even James', to be honest. He had become almost like a big brother or a sort of father figure to him. He was also, a hundred percent of the time, the subject of all of James' sexual fantasies. Brian was perfect. Build like a towering statue, in a swimming athlete sort of way. His skin was naturally tanned. His dark hair was long, landing on his shoulders, very shiny, and he would usually wear it in a bun. His rugged short beard matched his hair, deep green eyes, and this perfect smile. His body fuzz evenly distributed. Not too much and not too little. He was an Adonis, like the ones James studied in class from ancient Greece.

These fantasies lived firmly and permanently in James' mind, but deep down, he knew nothing would ever come of them. And that was all right. He was content with this man being part of his sexual fantasies. He wished for his sister's happiness and wanted Brian to stay with her forever because that would mean he would never leave her. Which ultimately meant he would never stop being part of James' life.

James had walked for twenty minutes, arriving at their tiny two-bed apartment, and was ready to turn the key to open the door when Brian himself popped from behind it.

"Hey, weirdo!" Brian said, flippantly grinning.

"Shut up, Brian. You're the weirdo, sneaking behind doors." James sounded, attempting to play cool around him all the time. He started punching James softly and tickling his belly as he brushed Brian away, trying to look bored, causing him to drop all his stuff on the floor. Truth be told: James wanted to let Brian touch him. He wanted to surrender his body willingly until he fell asleep and let his tired body rest on that perfect man's broad chiseled chest.

"Leave the kid alone, Bri!" James' sister yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm not a kid anymore..." James mumbled almost internally before he realized Brian had his intense green eyes fixated on him, "What?" James asked, sounding annoyed.

"Go shower. You look like shit." Brian mocked, laughing and sticking his tongue out like he would when teasing someone, which was the sexiest thing ever. Every time he did it, James could feel it was happening in slow motion, like an ad for a male fragrance or something.

Brian ran back to the kitchen, and from the entrance hall, James could see his sister on the bench slicing some veggies and wearing one of Brian's T-shirts, meaning they likely had sex right before he got there. Brian came up from behind Vanessa and put his arms around her, rubbing his crotch against her ass in a sort of "sluggish" dance. James couldn't help but linger there as much as he could without feeling weird, observing Brian's body honing on his sister, thinking how unquenchable this man was. Finally, James picked his stuff off the floor, flew to his room, and tossed them on the bed. He stripped to his undies, and as the boy went to the bathroom, he heard his sister and Brian talk. Or rather whisper.

"Go easy on him today. You know what day it is." James' sister groaned.

"Just trying to lift his spirits, and he's not a kid anymore, Tess." Brian rebutted. James couldn't help but grin and feel a gentle thrust of energy in his tummy when he said it. Felt good to hear he had his back.

"A little bit on the nose. James is a sensitive kid. Maybe too sensitive. I want him to toughen up a bit. Not be so dependent. And the way you handle him..." She said, visibly ruffled.

"That way, Tess? What way?" Brian fired back. "You know, not everyone can bottle their emotions like you." He said, resting his body on the small table in the center of the kitchen.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" She blurted out, wrestling to lower her voice mid-sentence.

"James needs you to be there. That's it." Brian uttered in the most disarming tone.

James started to walk away steadily. He loved his sister, but she could be high-handed at times. Maybe she felt she had the responsibility to safeguard her brother from getting hurt, and in the process, she began to see him more like a son and less as a sibling. He proceeded to the bathroom, stripped his white undies, and leaped into the shower. As he stood there, one hand against the wall, the hot water rushing through his body and the steam building around him, he began to relax. His left hand reached for his crotch, and he started pulling on his nuts gently. He wanted to grab his junk, shaft, and ball sack altogether, but his growing boner was already making it intolerable to hold it in one hand alone. He remained there, stroking himself. Water ran down his back and glutes, his cock getting stiffer and closer to release. He dropped his head and was ready to pop his load when, beneath the sound of the running water, he heard a dim wail from the other side of the door. James opened the shower curtain attempting to make sense of it, and as soon as he did, he heard it again.

"Mmmm..." His sister whimpered.

He knew it was wrong. But he had to hear it up close. He left the shower water running so as not to cause suspicion but stretched one arm out, grabbed his towel, and proceeded to quickly, but poorly, dry his soaked body. With his dick now completely hard and dangling between his smooth legs, James approached the door as silently as he could, trying to avoid the old floor's tendency to make cracking noises. He nestled his head against the door but heard nothing. The boy dropped his body slowly along the closed door. He took the key out, trying to make as little noise as possible, and peeked through the hole. Call it fate or random luck of the universe, but from there, he could see his sister sitting on the kitchen counter facing his point of view with her legs opened and slightly raised.

"Ewww." James whispered, almost like a gag reflex.

Suddenly, he saw Brian's muscular arm emerge in the frame from below. As he went up, his hand took the oversized shirt his sister was wearing with it. By now, one of her breasts showed as Brian's hand crumpled vigorously. His dark shiny hair sprung up right after and stopped between her legs, his jawbone almost aligned with the kitchen counter. Vanessa's hand was now holding the back of Brian's head, pulling it towards her pussy on which he was munching in the most virile way.

"Fuck, baby...Oh god!" She spat out, trying her best to keep her voice low.

James' jaw was on the floor. Although he had lived with them for almost a year and had occasionally heard them fucking, this was a first. He felt like he was invading their privacy. Yet, he felt aroused, and his cock was so hard that it was actually hurting. Without reasoning, his right hand went straight to his prick, and he started jolting it. There was no crescendo. James was already beating it frantically, so much that he had to hold his left hand against the door so his body wouldn't fall over from the jerking motion.

His sister's groans started getting a bit louder, more irrepressible, and as soon as that happened, Brian's hand let go of her breast and went straight to her mouth, pressing on it and holding it hostage. Brian's head tilted up.

"You want me to stop?" He taunted viciously as Vanessa's head shook from side to side in a profound dispute, her arms grasping his hair. "Then keep the fuck down, baby." He commanded as he went back in, aggressively pressing her head against the kitchen cupboard, making a loud popping sound that echoed through the house.

James could almost feel the force of that impact in the back of his head, yet, his sister's expression didn't waver. She was starting to burn in ecstasy, and only Brian's giant, beautiful, and somewhat sweaty hand kept her elated screaming from being heard around the block. Instead, her eyes rolled to the back of her head in complete rapture.

"Bri...oh...fuck." Vanessa pleaded through a crack in Brian's fingers as he shook his head, sliding his tongue further into her as she let out a throbbing, growling weep of pleasure.

As James stood there, bent and gazing through that small bathroom keyhole furiously nourishing his cock with an unrelenting waiver, for a brief moment, it almost felt like Brian was going down on Vanessa and him at the same time. He could sniff Brian's breath and spit on his dick as he rattled his pink shaft and felt the rush of cum building in his groin. His sister's suppressed screams were now becoming heavy breaths, trying to break out from Brian's firm grip. His other arm cloaked around her right leg, which he used to stretch and opened her even more on top of the kitchen bench. This position made his muscles flex and widen, making his back appear ten times bigger than usual. He turned his hand upwards, locking it between her jaw, and she started biting on it like a gag. She was pressing her teeth into his hand, and even then, Brian made no sound and continued to swirl his tongue with small but steady movements inside her cunt as her eyes opened and enlarged in an almost inhuman way. James' breath followed Brian's moves, and the rhythm of his head flowed as it became more and more rapid, profound, and unruly. Suddenly Vanessa let out a guttural cry. Primitive.

"Fuck." James uttered as he took his left hand holding the door and laid it over his mouth in an attempt to silence his growl, as he locked his eyes and started dumping discharge after discharge of heavy amounts of cum that splattered all over his hands, legs, and straight at the bathroom door. He opened his eyes slowly, still able to catch Brian getting up and smacking his sister's ass with both hands, gripping her all body with his broad arms and moving her down the counter gently and passionately. James soaked all the cum drizzled over himself using the towel previously dropped on the floor. Once the high came down, part of him started to feel erroneous, yet part lingered in that intoxicating feeling he had just experienced.

At nineteen, one would not expect to know much about sex. In fact James was, for lack of a better word, technically still a virgin. But what he had just felt watching Brian go down on his sister, as wrong as it would sound if told to anyone, was, without a doubt, the most profound and intense orgasm he had ever felt in his short life.

And Brian was the one responsible.