Ever Get That Feeling?

His hands made my body feel on fire. He touched and I gasped. This feeling was so new to me. Oh Gods . . . where is he touching now?



“Kyle . . . Kyle, I want you,” He purred into my ear, nipping on my sensitive earlobe. I groaned, squeezing my eyes tightly shut.



“Take me. Take me to heaven and back,” I lustfully moaned out.



“Kyle . . . ”



“Kyle!! Wake up!”



Startled, I set up in bed, gasping and panting. I gasped, putting my extra pillow over my obvious erection.



I looked to the side of my bed, seeing Chase looking at me with a very perplexed look on his cute baby face.



“Kyle, you were scaring me,” the six-year-old said, his lips pouting.



“Huh . . . ?”



Chase crawled onto my bed, still giving me a confused look. “You were moaning and wiggling on the bed. I thought you were in pain,” Chase said, biting his lower lip. His big green eyes started to fill up with crystalline tears. “Are you okay?”



How I can have such a wonderful brother is beyond me. But I do. I guess I must be the luckiest guy ever.



“Aww, baby, I’m okay . . . just having a dream I guess.”



Hah . . . a dream. More like a hot . . . very hot, erotic Wet dream!



“Then it must have been a scary dream,” Chase said, putting a small hand on my forehead, “you’re so red and sweaty.”



Well can you blame me? For God’s sakes. Cole was just about to . . . God, I need to stop thinking about it. I have a hard on and my brother is sitting next to me. He can’t find out. There is no way I’m explaining to a six-year-old what a hard on is.



Must think of things to get my mind off dream. Naked old ladies. Eww. Jackie Chan and Robin Williams in the shower together. Gag. Seeing mom and dad having sex. Ehhhegggh . . . Okay, I’m no longer hard, that’s for sure.



I’m now traumatized for life though.





“Kyle, get out of bed and come downstairs with me,” Chase said, tumbling off my bed. He ran to the door, “I’ll cook you breakfast since you had a scary dream.” He giggled like he knew something I didn’t.



And before I could protest, the kid was gone.



Cook, honestly. He can’t even reach the top cabinets.



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I blinked. Huh? How in the world? The kitchen table was set for six and in the middle of it was a nice steaming bowl of oatmeal. It smelled so good. That’s one morning food I just can’t get enough of. Specially with cinnamon. Just how did my brother manage to make it?



Speaking of, where is the little devil?



“Shh.”



Blinking, I tried to find the source of that shushing sound. The next sound I heard was a giggle and another shushing.



What’s going on? I’m confused.



Suddenly, Chase jumped out from under the table, jumping on my back. He was laughing loudly.



“I fooled you, Kyle,” he said, confusing me even more.



“You thought I made the food, but I didn’t.” Chase giggled again.



“You can come out now.”



After Chase said that, a smiling Cole stepped out from behind the kitchen door, Allison clinging to his legs.



He made breakfast!? What in the world? Oh God . . . wait, then that means he was here . . . while I was upstairs wriggling and moaning, having a wet dream about him! How embarrassing.



“I decided to come early,” Cole explained.



Yes, today was the day Cole was supposed to come over; I of course remembered that.



“I see . . . and you just made oatmeal?”



“Hah . . . well, you’re little brother let me in the front door and . . . I heard his stomach growling, so I offered to make breakfast.”



Okay, how sweet is that?!



“Thank you,” I said, truly touched by the sweetness the other showed.



“No problem, Kyle. It was my pleasure.” Cole grinned at me, making me flush. How come every time he says that word, his voice sounds deeper?



“I set enough places for your parents too, if they felt like eating with us.”



I smiled at Cole, “thank you very much, but mom and dad never eat breakfast.” Their lives were so busy, they were always on the go. It was a wonder they managed to take time off to go on another honeymoon. But they deserve this.



“Umm, can we eat now?” Chase eagerly asked, pulling on my shirt.



I laughed, “of course. Say, Chase, why don’t you take Allison to get washed up, kay?”



Chase nodded, grabbing the little girl by the hands. By the look on Allison’s face, I’m sure she would have let out a surprised squeak if she could make sounds.



“They’re so cute together,” Cole observed.



“Yeah. Say, do you think in the future they’d end up together?”



“Yeah, give them a decade or so and . . . ” Cole trailed off, waking over to me.



I blinked, confused by the look in his eyes. He looked concerned.



“Kyle, are you okay?” Cole asked, cupping my shoulder.



I blinked, not getting why he was asking that.



“What do you mean?” I asked, very aware of how hot my skin was becoming.



“When you were talking about the possibility of Allison and Chase getting together, such a sad look overcame your eyes.”



Huh? Sad? Why would I be sad about Allison and Chase being together?



But then I got it; I wasn’t feeling sad about that, but rather the fact, I’d never have something like that so easily.



“As pathetic as it sounds . . . I guess I got a little jealous . . . ” I mumbled, looking away from Cole.



Cole frowned, “hey don’t feel that way. There’s a person out there for everybody and you’ll find him, I’m sure.”



I flushed, but I couldn’t help but grin widely.



“Thank you . . . you’re making me embarrassed.”



Cole chuckled, “just stating the facts.”



“I know . . . I just never talk about this stuff, openly. Specially not with a straight guy.”



Cole smirked, but didn’t say anything. I was too flustered to really register the smirk, though.



“We’re washed!” Chase yelled, running into the kitchen, pulling Allison behind him. Cole jumped away from me, as if he’d been burnt.



I gave him a curious look, but he just smiled at me.



Going to the sink, I washed my hands, then started to serve everyone, flushing when my eyes met Cole’s.



Allison giggled silently, looking between me and Cole. I looked at the girl as her shoulders shook, wondering just what she was laughing about.



Cole moved his hands in a strange fashion, signaling something to Allison and the girl answered right away, her hands moving a mile a minute.



Why do I feel they are talking about me?



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