Comfort your brother...

Warning: ****

Jack looks like a train wreck at the moment: tears sliding down his face and his face blushing to the point of looking like it's about to explode, not to mention his erection is no doubt making the situation even more embarrassing.

I can't bring myself to yell at him while he's like this. Regardless of why he was in my room, I need to be there for him right now. I move towards Jack on the other side of the room but he turns his head away from me and shuts his eyes tight, trembling as he awaits my reaction.

I stand closely beside him, my hand brushing against his cheek as I turn his head to face me. His timid eyes open, staring directly into mine; the light honey brown color drawing my attention.

"Hey... it's okay... I'm not angry with you, I was just surprised, that's all." I said softly as my mouth turned into a slight smile.

He still looks ashamed but he reciprocates my smile with a small grin of his own. I wipe the tears from his face and motion for him to sit on the edge of the bed with me.

My towel slowly slides down my waist as I sit down, hanging just above my cock; the happy trail of pubic hair leading down my pelvis being widely visible.

He keeps making quick glances towards my waist but I can't figure out why.

"Do you feel a little better now?" I ask softly, concerned for him. He nods and opens his mouth to respond but seemingly can't find the words for what to say.

"Start from the beginning. Why were you in my closet?" I said sternly.

"Well... I-... I just woke up really late this morning and I knew I was going to be late for school. I panicked because I knew the bus already came and Mom already left for work. I came into your room to see if you'd already left because I wanted to ask you for a ride instead of having to walk. I saw your bed was empty so I assumed you already left," He says in a rushed tone.

"Since I was already late, I decided to borrow your computer... which I used for... um..." He suddenly goes silent.

"Used for what?" I ask, curious to why my little brother is acting so strange but it quickly dawns on me; the gay porn sites I had seen earlier in my browser history was from him.

That's impossible... my brother is not gay... let alone turned on by disgusting pervert shit like ****...

He notices my reaction and deduces that I discovered his videos on my computer. His eyes shut, turning away from me, trying to hold back his tears. He's terrified of my rejection, of me telling him that I'm disgusted by him, that I don't love him, that he's a freak, but I stay silent.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into an embrace; despite my personal feelings, I know he needs me during this confusing time. As a military family, who knows how our parents would react; if they found out about this, my brother would be devastated.

Jack lets all of the tension inside his body go as he falls into me, his head resting against my shoulder; his face still stained with tears as his body rests against my chest. Immediately, I feel his erection pressing up against my thigh; every time he moves, I feel the friction from his cock rubbing up against me. With the towel barely covering me at this point, the contact makes me extremely uncomfortable but I hold my position to avoid upsetting my brother any further.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm disgusting, I-I'm a-a freak." He sobs over my shoulder. His heart begins pounding against my chest and I assume that he is beginning to have a panic attack.

I need to calm him down somehow...

Remembering the video on the computer about brothers, I quickly figure out one way I can calm him down for good despite how turned off I am by the idea.

I turn his head to face me with my hand brushing up against his cheek as I rest it on the back of his neck, moving him closer to me. I look at his soft lips, puffed because of all the crying; I swiftly press my lips against his. He freezes up at first but eventually seems to ease into it.

He reciprocates the kiss, pushing back against my lips; his tongue desperately traces my mouth, looking for an entrance and I oblige, opening my mouth for him. His inexperience is obvious as I realize I'm my little brother's first kiss.

He releases himself from my mouth to take his shirt off, revealing his slender pale skinned figure with his adorable perky nipples.

His lips smash back against mine as our tongues dance together in my mouth, fighting for dominance. He pushes against me as I slowly lean back, letting him climb over me.

The bed dips as my head rests against the pillows; I feel his hands roaming across my chest, slowly moving downwards until he reaches my waist. His kisses become hungrier as he goes down my neck until he reaches my nipples, biting them as I moan in pleasure.

The wrongness of the situation quickly becomes apparent to me as I become extremely uncomfortable.

I only did this to make him feel better... I'm not gay...

I know that if I push him away now, he'll be devastated but do I really want to do something as disgusting as sleep with my little brother? The mere thought of it makes me gag.