Big Brother Guide Me

This is chapter 1 oh Big Brother Guide Me, This is my first fic, so I hope you enjoy (Tiomara helped me get lifted up with this part of the story, she is AWESOME! :D) Well, enough of my non-stop talking,enjoy!

UPDATE! :D : My super awesome friend made a pic of Michael and Garret! It's not finished yet, but it's very cute (at least I think so...) It's right here: http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f76/BBA_RPer/?action=view¤t=mike_garret.png The one on top is Micheal, and the other is Garret ^_^

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Garret stood in the hallway of his home, his silken robe tied around his waist in it usual manner and his eyes slightly dull as he made his way down the elegant hallway. The massive home was not without its downs, having to trek all the way to the end of it just to get the mail was one of them. His long black hair was tied in an untidy ponytail, and his six foot four frame was not to be reckoned with. As he walked out onto his porch, a soft sigh escaped his lips as his mailbox was stuffed in front of his eyes. As he wedge out the letters, he sorted through the typical credit card junk, the love letters from women he had never met, until he got down to the bills and essentials.

As his fingers flipped through the thick envelopes, his eyebrow raised in a slight bit of surprise as he came across a plain looking envelope, his fathers chicken scratch writing on the front. Walking slowly inside, he took a seat on the couch in the foyer and opened the letter, his eyes taking in every word.


It had been almost 18 years since he and his father had spoken, their rift only growing when Garret rose in popularity and fame. He’d become a model for the famous, Sarah’s Little House of Nude, and was thoroughly proud of his occupational choice. Even though about ten years ago he tried to send his family money, it didn't help that his father refused it. Both were stubborn as hell…but needed the support of the other. Garret scanned over the chicken scratch letter, and gave an affirmative nod. Apparently, his father wanted to make amends, and was making the first step in apologizing.


It made him smile a bit in smugness, and with a nod, he stood again. He would have to leave tonight if he were to get home by tomorrow noon, and he had some last minute matters to attend to if that were to be the case. With a yawn, he began to gather his bills, writing out checks to them all and sticking them in the allotted envelopes. With a resigned sigh, he shook his head, walking back outside to put them in his mailbox, raising the little red flag on the side of the rather unobtrusive slot.


Taking one last look inside, he smiled and began to make his way inside, writing out last minute instructions for his housekeeper and grounds man, smiling as his fluid and elegant writing glittered with the drying ink. Pinning it up on a corkboard in his office where he knew the two would see it, he made his way to the bathroom to shower up and pack for his weeklong trip ahead. As he made his way upstairs, his mind mulled over what his father wanted, and why the stubborn ass was coming forward to apologize first. “Can’t mean anything good,” he thought. With a resigned sigh, he shrugged it off, opening the shower door to the luxurious bathroom. With a smile, he dropped his robe, revealing a rather secretive part of his anatomy, his tail. The mid length black tail matched the pair of black wolf ears on his head, which now stood straight up. Without wasting any time, he pulled the glass shower door open, turning on the hot water and stepping in once steam began to rise.


With a content sigh, he let himself get completely wet before grabbing the bar of soap, lathering his hands up and running them over his body. As he felt his well-muscled body, he smiled, knowing he took very good care of his person. With a small sigh of content, he ran his hand over his semi hard member, bringing it now to full attention. With a scowl, he looked down at the protruding organ, almost as if it had a life of its own.


"Looks like you won't let me get out of this shower until you are satisfied, no?" he asked, then nodded as if it gave him an answer back. With a slightly resigned sigh, he closed his eyes, and let his hand wrap around the stiff organ, letting himself go. The tool was impressive, not your run of the mill penis, but about 9 inches in length, and 3 inches in diameter. The head was almost a purplish color as he began to stroke, feeling the familiar grooves and nerves. His other hand was braced against the shower wall, the tile not really keeping him held in place as his hand moved up and down his shaft at a furious pace. A loud moan escaped his lips as he felt himself brought to his peak, his fingers brushing against his sac. With a spasm, he came, his seed jetting against the opposite wall. His knees began to buckle as the last waves of pleasure washed over him, a smile now on his face.


Quickly he rinsed off his shower and himself, lathering his hair now and letting it rinse out, the long black silky locks coming to rest about two inches past his shoulder. Turning the water off, he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a large fluffy towel to dry himself off with. As the water on his skin dried off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed a comb, combing through the thick locks of his hair, easily and skillfully avoiding the ears in his way. Tying it in a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck again, he walked to his room, a travel back of toiletries in hand. Throwing on a black suit and a blue tie in his pocket, he packed some casual and some formal wear into a travel case and snapped it shut. Making sure, he had his keys wallet and of course, cell phone, he walked into his garage.


A small smile crept onto his features as he saw his lovely B.M.W., unlocking it and putting his luggage into his back seat. Starting up the prized car with a slight purr, he pulled out of his driveway and onto the road, his mind on his father and what he was driving himself into.


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The seventeen-hour drive did nothing for Garret's stomach, and though he was a strong man, the idea of seeing his father again after nearly 18 years of being away, really made him nervous. For the tenth time since he had entered his hometown, he lifted a hand to smooth down his silky hair. His car barely made a sound as it pulled into the drive of a familiar house, with a somewhat different pattern driveway than he remembered. With a slight shrug, he continued on, making his way towards the front door of the two-story house. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and raised his hand, knocking three times on the doorway. It was only eight A.M. on a Saturday morning, and most likely no one was awake, his father was not one to wake early like he was. With a sigh he let himself in, the aroma of his father's horrid cooking tickled his nose, mixed with something sweeter, almost the scent of brownies.


"The old man finally learned how to follow box instructions," he smirked to himself, though deep inside he doubted it, his father had always been stubborn, he always will be until the very end. Garret shrugged to himself, thinking that probably his father had gotten himself a girlfriend, since Garret's mother had left the not so humble abode many years ago. With a long exaggerated sigh, Garret took a seat on the worn couch, leaning back and closing his eyes. Normally he was not one to drive for 17 hours solid, but for some reason he felt compelled to do so, and the consequences were thus. Before he knew it, his eyes had closed and he had drifted off to sleep, his head hanging down.


A few hours the house stirred, and the door to the master bedroom opened quietly. A large, almost burly man, exited, stretching and yawning slightly. The short black hair and dark chocolaty eyes were the most familiar and outstanding features that were recognizable, though the solid chin and slightly muscled body were solid attributes similar to the man sleeping on his couch. Garret was fast asleep, and didn't hear his father enter the living room. Scott glanced at his son, leaning his chin in his hand as he gazed at his wayward son, unsure of what to do next. Even though he had written the letter to bring him back, he hadn't actually expected Garret to respond, let alone show up without at least some sort of warning. “Oh well, all the better I guess” he thought to himself. With a slight stretch, he ran his fingers through his matted hair, making his way to the kitchen to make some coffee.


Garret shifted, the smell of coffee, and rancid cooking rousing him from his sleep, enough to realize he wasn't in his usual, soft feather bed. In fact, the couch as he remembered with regret was rock hard. ”Damn…” his neck was killing him. With a yawn, he stood up, turning around and seeing his father in the kitchen; he silently made his way to the tiled floor. Averting his eyes, he opened up the cupboard where he remembered the coffee cups being, he frowned when he saw only spices. Rolling his eyes, he searched the nearby cupboards until he found a white coffee mug. Not saying a word to his father, he filled the porcelain mug with black coffee, and took it to the table with him. Garret was never one for sugar or cream, preferring his coffee strong and full of its usual kick. The old wooden chair creaked as he sat down, his eyes glued to the black liquid in his cup.


"I see you came back," Scott said quietly, starting the awkward conversation that was bound to come up. Scott was never one for delaying the inevitable, and so he decided -to at least attempt- to clear up the air between him and his son.

"I see your eyesight has improved" Garret replied boorishly, taking a small sip of the scalding liquid. Though he was uncomfortable, this had to be done if this week was going to go by any smoother for the two of them. Scott just harrumphed however, and took a gulp of his coffee, which had time to cool since he poured it.


"Now, I'm gonna say this only once boy, and don't you be getting this stuck in your head that this is gonna be coming on request from now on." Scott started off, taking a deep breath and looking right into Garret's eyes. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you… m’sorry that I said and did the things ah’ done, and I hope we can at least be on good terms this next week" he said, his shoulders relaxing, as if he had been carrying a massive weight on them. Garret gave a slight nod, opening his mouth to speak before he was interrupted by the sound of a door opening and a light patter of feet.


“New girlfriend dad?" he asked a snide grin on his face. Though as he looked at his dad, he noticed the way his father nervously shifted his eyes, and looked away from himself as if he were scared of what Garret might see. The light footsteps shuffled down the hallway, and Garret swung his head back in time to see a pair of light greenish eyes looking surprised at him. The boy was skinny, but not scrawny. His hair was long, brown and slightly ruffled covering his eyes. He had a pair of white ears and tail…but they weren’t wolfish like his own and his fathers, they were cat parts… He looked at the two adults in the room. His eyes passed between Garret and Scott and he shook his head slightly.


"Dad! Come on he's just a kid! Where are you standards?!" Garret yelled, started, his voice raising a few decibels as he stood up, his coffee splashing down on the table. The young brown haired boy winced a little and headed to get paper towels from the counter. Garret opened, his mouth to continue, but Scott held his hand up effectively silencing Garret within a single moment. Just like he did, when Garret would bicker with him as a child.


"Garret, I'd like you to meet Michael…your little brother" he said gently. Garret's rear hit the seat so hard it creaked, his eyes closing momentarily. "Br…b-brother?" he asked weakly, his hand coming up to massage the bridge of his nose, all his thoughts coming to him in a whir. 'A brother?'

To be continued…

Hope you liked the first chapter, It will be continued if people enjoy it, If not, be honest. Thank you! :D