Unnatural Love
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Category:
Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,589
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Realizing Feelings
It's not normal. This isn't right. I shouldn't feel this way. He is my brother.
Ever since I turned 14, I have been looking at my brother differently. He is only two years older than I am. The first time I looked at him, actually looked, it was his 16th birthday.
We were swimming in our pool in the backyard. I watched him climb up the steps to get out of the water. When his body emerged from the water, I saw he had become muscular. Then I watched as tiny droplets ran down his tanned, well-toned chest. He slicked his hair back, running his hands through his hair, to brush his auburn hair from his face. I saw his hair had gotten longer, now a little past his shoulders. Then I glanced up meeting his brown eyes.
I instantly felt embarrassed. He just kept looking at me and then he laughed, “What? Are you staring at me, Todd?” His grin widened.
“Umm…I-I was j-just…” I stuttered. I took a few seconds to think, “You look nice, I mean, you've got muscles.” I felt like hitting myself. Could I sound any more stupid?
“Uhh…thanks,” he said awkwardly, “I started taking a weight lifting class. I guess working my ass off finally paid off.” He ended with a laugh.
I decided to change the subject, as I got out of the pool I said, “We should probably get our showers taken, it's already nine o'clock. I reek of chlorine.” I was now standing in front of him.
“Nah. You smell wonderful.” At this we both laughed, and then he playfully punched my arm. He started toward the house, and all I could do was watch him walk ahead of me. My heart was racing. I took a few seconds to watch him glide across the lawn, and then I followed.
Once we were inside, we said goodnight to our parents and headed upstairs.
He looked at me and smiled. We said goodnight simultaneously. I watched him go to his room, which was across the hall from mine, and when he shut his door I went in my room and closed my door.
That was the first time I ever looked at him like that. I learned I loved him more than a brotherly way. With each passing week, it began to get harder to hide my feelings.
I knew it was wrong, and I was ashamed of my feelings and desires. I couldn't stop the way I was feeling. If I kept going on like this, he would soon find out.
I went from just thinking about him, to watching him, to wanting him. But I am sure if I told him my feelings, he would be disgusted with me. I don't think I could stand to not have him around. I would miss his smile, his laugh, and him even talking to me.
I care too much; love him to much, to ever do that to him. I don't want to ruin what we have. Therefore, I will never tell him. Even though I promised myself this, I knew I would eventually cave.
Ever since I turned 14, I have been looking at my brother differently. He is only two years older than I am. The first time I looked at him, actually looked, it was his 16th birthday.
We were swimming in our pool in the backyard. I watched him climb up the steps to get out of the water. When his body emerged from the water, I saw he had become muscular. Then I watched as tiny droplets ran down his tanned, well-toned chest. He slicked his hair back, running his hands through his hair, to brush his auburn hair from his face. I saw his hair had gotten longer, now a little past his shoulders. Then I glanced up meeting his brown eyes.
I instantly felt embarrassed. He just kept looking at me and then he laughed, “What? Are you staring at me, Todd?” His grin widened.
“Umm…I-I was j-just…” I stuttered. I took a few seconds to think, “You look nice, I mean, you've got muscles.” I felt like hitting myself. Could I sound any more stupid?
“Uhh…thanks,” he said awkwardly, “I started taking a weight lifting class. I guess working my ass off finally paid off.” He ended with a laugh.
I decided to change the subject, as I got out of the pool I said, “We should probably get our showers taken, it's already nine o'clock. I reek of chlorine.” I was now standing in front of him.
“Nah. You smell wonderful.” At this we both laughed, and then he playfully punched my arm. He started toward the house, and all I could do was watch him walk ahead of me. My heart was racing. I took a few seconds to watch him glide across the lawn, and then I followed.
Once we were inside, we said goodnight to our parents and headed upstairs.
He looked at me and smiled. We said goodnight simultaneously. I watched him go to his room, which was across the hall from mine, and when he shut his door I went in my room and closed my door.
That was the first time I ever looked at him like that. I learned I loved him more than a brotherly way. With each passing week, it began to get harder to hide my feelings.
I knew it was wrong, and I was ashamed of my feelings and desires. I couldn't stop the way I was feeling. If I kept going on like this, he would soon find out.
I went from just thinking about him, to watching him, to wanting him. But I am sure if I told him my feelings, he would be disgusted with me. I don't think I could stand to not have him around. I would miss his smile, his laugh, and him even talking to me.
I care too much; love him to much, to ever do that to him. I don't want to ruin what we have. Therefore, I will never tell him. Even though I promised myself this, I knew I would eventually cave.