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DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% a work of fiction. It depicts sexual activity between related a teenager and adults. If you are offended and this is not your cup of tea, please stop reading!

Robert “Robbie” San Juan, the youngest of the brothers, at 14-years-old, he is at 5’7″. Being athletic he is already starting to build his muscles. He has two older brothers: Richard “Rich” San Juan, 28-years-old, and Roderick “Rudy” San Juan, 29-years-old.

Hey, you can just call me Robbie, I am a Filipino born in the Philippines. Actually, my real name is Robert, but I have always gone by Robbie. It is a nickname given to me by my older brothers, Roderick and Richard. Roderick, who I call Kuya Rudy, is the eldest of the three of us, a year older than Richard, who I also call Kuya Rick. From where I am from kuya, is what we call our older brothers.

According to my brothers, I was a “menopausal baby”; my mother was over forty when she gave birth to me, so there was a large age gap between me and my eldest brother, about 15 years.

When our father was working in a cruise ship he was apparently lost at sea, I was still too young to be enrolled. Since then, we had had no news about his whereabouts, since his body was never found. Still he was pronounced dead, and our family moved on.

So, as expected, I grew up raised by my mother and my brothers, who stepped in as father figures to guide me as I matured. However, my mother passed away before I even reached adolescence. Luckily, we have someone who was sending help from abroad, he was my Godfather/Ninong, Ninong Gary.

Moreover, it was fortunate my two brothers had already finished their studies and had jobs of their own. They worked hard to support us, especially me who was still going into school. They ensured I could attend a good school. This brought me even closer to my brothers, especially Kuya Rudy; he was the one who truly filled the role of a father in our home.

By the time I turned fourteen, I already had a very mature, manly physique—it runs in the family, apparently. Both my brothers are over six feet tall, and I was quickly catching up to their height. We all love sports, especially basketball, so we’re naturally well-built even without going to the gym. At that age, I knew I was becoming a man; however, I discovered something about myself following an incident that stirred up feelings I couldn’t quite explain.

It happened in the 60s, back then the Philippines didn’t have K-12 yet. So, I just was already a third-year-high school student then. At that day, classes for both elementary and high school were suspended due to a typhoon, our province was under Signal No. 2. Thus, immediately canceling all classes. Fortunately, I was still at home when we heard the news of the suspension on the radio. Of course, even with Signal No. 2, work in offices continued as usual.

The rain and wind was already starting to pick up that morning when my two older brothers left the house. Barely thirty minutes after they departed, a heavy downpour began. Rain hit our small house, making it hard to see outside the windows. The wind picking up speed made the trees sway, looking like giants dancing from out the window.

Kuya Rich has a habit of not to bring an umbrella; he only ever carried a jacket. Kuya Rudy, on the other hand, had both a jacket and an umbrella with him.

Two hours from when my older brothers left, I heard our gate open, followed shortly by a knock on the door. When I opened it, Kuya Rich was standing there, completely drenched. His short black hair sticking to his head, and his clothes stuck to him, clinging to his body.

“Robbie, can you bring my bag inside and check if the contents got wet. Then, please get me a towel from the room. I didn’t make it to the office because the traffic was terrible, and the roads were flooded. I also got soaked when the heavy rain poured, so I just decided to come home.” Kuya Rich said.

“Yeah, Kuya. You are completely, soaking wet.” I replied nodding to him. “Just a moment, Kuya. I’ll get you a towel.” I added as I ran to the room to get him a towel. A few minutes later, I returned to the doorway where Kuya Rich was waiting, carrying his towel.

“Hang on a sec, Robbie–please hold my polo shirt.” Kuya Rich asked me. Not wanting to get the clean floor wet, he started unclothing in the doorway. First his polo shit, followed by his undershirt. He wrung them one by one and handed them to me to hold. This revealed my older brother’s muscular physique. While standing, he then removed his shoes and socks, setting them aside near the doorway.

“Hold this towel for a moment. I’m going to take off my pants too, so the inside of the house doesn’t get wet.” Kuya Rich requested again.

First, he removed his belt. Then, he undid the single button of his soaking-wet pants. Next, he lowered the zipper of his pants. There it was, Kuya’s white briefs… also completely soaked, were revealed. From the moment he started lowering his pants until he took them off completely, I found myself staring at his entire body. Completely rooted on the floor, my eyes and gaze were nailed on him especially his white translucent briefs, where the outline of his manhood was clearly visible.

My brother really had a great physique, and a hefty package. “Hey Kuya, why are you undressing out here?” I suddenly asked him. “It’s just the two of us here; let the neighbors see me. They’ll just be drooling over me. Hehehe…” Kuya Rich said jokingly.

I don’t know why I was staring so intently at Kuya Rich’s body, especially at the bulge in his briefs. However, unless someone physically moved me, I would have probably stayed there, staring at my brother’s very adult body.

Kuya took the towel from me and began wiping down his body. As he dried himself off, I couldn’t help but glance at the bulge in his briefs. His manhood was clearly outlined because his briefs were soaking wet, and it looked like he was wearing nothing but tissue paper. Well, my eyes might have fallen to the ground if it was paper that dissolved in water

Hopefully he didn’t notice me staring at the bulge in his crotch, as he was busy wiping down his body. Running the cloth over his wet hair, down his handsome face. Then his muscular arms, wide shoulders, and massive pecs. Finally, his well-developed torso, with very defined abdominal muscles.

I was snapped out of my trance when he wrapped the towel around his waist and said, “Go ahead, take my wet clothes inside. Just put them in the basin; I’ll wash them later. Oh, wait–include my briefs, too.” As he said this, he took them off.

As I took them, I noticed a few short strands of curly hair clinging to the fabric. Just as he instructed, I put Kuya Rich’s clothes in a basin at the back of the house. When I returned inside, he was already making coffee, though he was still wrapped only in a towel.

The towel I had given him was a bit small; it barely overlapped, much less cover him, so the bulge of his manhood was very, very obvious, and the fabric kept parting slightly near his right leg. After making coffee, he walked to the living room, sipping the cup as he went. The TV was on, so he sat on the sofa, seemingly unconcerned that he was only wearing a towel, a small towel that I feel is playing peek-a-boo with me.

As he sat down, the towel parted. From where I stood, I could clearly see his soft cock and the thick bush surrounding it. Kuya Rich didn’t seem to care that I could clearly see it, since he just kept watching TV and sipping his hot coffee.

I don’t know what got into me, but I became even more interested in seeing Kuya Rich’s cock up close. I sat on the armrest of the chair next to the sofa, where I could better observe the size of his manhood, even in its flaccid state.

Only stealing quick glances, I was afraid he might catch me looking. Good thing he was so focused on the TV and his coffee that he didn’t notice me sneaking peeks at his exposed manhood. After Kuya Rich finished his coffee, he went into the bathroom and took a shower.

Once he was done, he went up to his room and got dressed; when he came back down, he was wearing shorts and a tank top. However, the sight of his bare manhood was burned in my eyes. Even as I blink or close my eyes, I can see every inch of his soft cock, and hanging balls. Even while fully clothed I can still see my older brother’s cock.

The rain continued pouring until evening, while I continued to try to watch TV with my Kuya, and not watch him. However, Kuya Rudy arrived home, quite late due to the flooding and the heavy rain.

Sleep eluded me that night. The image of Kuya Rich’s soft dick kept flashing through my mind. I kept tossing and turning, eventually waking up Kuya Rudy, since we shared a bed in the same room. Kuya Rich was the only one who occupied the other, smaller room.

“What is it, Robbie? If you don’t want to sleep, at least let me sleep.” Kuya Rudy said to me in annoyance.

“Sorry, Kuya. I just can’t seem to fall asleep.” was all I could answer.

Ever since that incident, a part of me became a puzzle to me–specifically, why I had developed an interest in seeing my two older brothers naked. It reached the point where I would peek at them while they bathed.

While I used to spy on them only occasionally, eventually, I found myself wanting to see their naked bodies every time they showered. There was even a time I couldn’t control myself and touched Kuya Rudy while he was asleep.

Moreover, I had noticed that his member was hard beneath his shorts. I didn’t just rest my palm on the bulge; I actually slipped my hand inside his briefs to touch his hardening member. Kuya Rudy was fast asleep, so he likely didn’t feel what I was doing to his manhood.

I was content with just doing that, thinking they never noticed what I was up to. But I was wrong. I was nearing the end of my college studies when I overheard Kuya Rudy and Kuya Rich arguing in Kuya Rich’s room.

From their conversation, I learned that Kuya Rich wanted to marry his girlfriend–a plan Kuya Rudy opposed because I hadn’t yet finished my education, and they certainly lacked the funds for the wedding. With them being the breadwinners of our family, especially with being orphaned at a young age, they barely had any money for my studies. Kuya Rudy, the de facto patriarch of the family, not permitting the wedding, the chances of Kuya Rich getting married is zero, unless he elopes.

Kuya Rich reproached Kuya Rudy, claiming that if not for the expensive degree and school I took, they could have saved a portion of their earnings. Kuya Rudy asked Kuya Rich to be patient for a little longer, noting that I was close to graduating; once I finished, Kuya Rich would be free to get married to his girlfriend.

Kuya Rich seemed to get even more heated by what Kuya Rudy had said. But I have never thought words can cut deep. Words that hurt me deeply when I heard him say–straight from his own lips–that I was a faggot. He claimed Kuya Rudy was even enabling my behavior by letting me peek at them and allowing me to touch his private parts while we slept.

My world felt like it was collapsing when I heard that. It turned out they had known all along what I was doing but had simply humored me. But I was moved to tears when I heard Kuya Rudy say that he didn’t want me to go down the wrong path, so he indulged me. He even said that if I ever asked to have sex with him, he would agree–just as long as I didn’t do it with strangers, especially not with prostitutes, who have slept with many people, probably carrying STIs. After all, prostitution is very illegal here.

So, I was left stunned and speechless by what I had heard. When my older brothers finished arguing, they found me in the living room, but I barely said a word. For days, I was lost in thought, and Kuya Rudy didn’t fail to notice the awkwardness with our interaction. I really didn’t want to admit the reason for my distraction to him, but he kept pressing the issue. So, one night while we were lying in bed, I finally confessed.

“I heard you and Kuya Rich arguing about me last week.” I said to him in a whisper.

“It was nothing; we just had a disagreement about something.” Kuya Rudy nonchalantly replied.

“But Kuya, you already knew what I was doing to you, but you never stopped me.” I said, confronting him. However, it seemed like Kuya Rudy wanted to steer the conversation away so, I wouldn’t get to the question I really wanted to ask. Still, I persisted in asking him.

“Even if I’m a faggot, would you still consider me your brother?” I asked Kuya Rudy.

“No matter who you are, nothing will change in how we view you.” Kuya Rudy replied.

“But what about Kuya Rich? He seems angry with me.” I added.

“He’s just upset because I didn’t allow him to get married.” Kuya Rudy answered.

Our conversation continued, and he tried to comfort me, as I couldn’t hold back my tears. Eventually, I asked I wanted him to answer.

“If I asked to have sex with you, would you say yes?” I asked Kuya Rudy, my voice trembling.

“Robbie, I’m your older brother. We’re brothers. It wouldn’t be right for us to do that.” Kuya Rudy replied.

“I’m sorry I asked that, Kuya. Just forget about it.” I blurted out, turning my back on him.

He turned away from me as well, and silence filled the room for a few minutes. Then, after a while, he turned back to face me.

“Have you finally decided wanted to taste ‘this thing’ you have been holding for so long?” Kuya Rudy whispered to me. His warm breath caressing my ears.

I remained silent. So, Kuya Rudy pressed his body against my back and embraced me. “Don’t sulk. If you asked for it, I’ll give it to you. That’s all it really takes.” said Kuya Rudy.

At that moment, I turned to face Kuya Rudy. The bedside lamp was still on, so I could clearly see his gentle expression. As usual, he was wearing just a tank top and shorts that night, still he was a sight to behold. I sat up slightly while he leaned against the headboard, giving me a better view of him as he lay there. Slowly, I began to remove his tank top, and he readily went along with what I was doing. Afterward, I started caressing his smooth wide chest. They were warm, as my fingers danced across the tanned skin covering the muscled beneath. Next, my fingers played with his nipples, they were hard as pebbles, but apparently very sensitive. This prompted him to press his back firmly against the bed, placing his hands behind his head, his lips parting letting a moan escape.

My right hand crept down to the waistband of his shorts. Still, Kuya Rudy smiled at me, so I continued. Next, I reached for his crotch, and he still disn’t stop me or dissuade me. That gave me the confidence to strip him completely naked. With one smooth motion, something I only dreamed of doing, I removed his shorts and briefs in one quick motion. His large member was finally revealed to me, still soft at that moment. So, I began to stroke it. With my one hand I rubbed his soft member to harden. His soft shaft slowly, but surely, doubled in thickness and length. I estimated its length to be over eight inches, moreover it was so thick that my fingers could barely meet when I wrapped my hand around it.

With my one hand, I stroked him repeatedly until he began to moan–a sign that he was enjoying what I was doing. His eyes fluttered as I continued to stroke his pulsing manhood, fully engorged, pulsing with need. While my right hand was busy stroking Kuya Rudy’s cock, my left palm was occupied with cupping his balls. This was something he immensely enjoyed, causing him to groan loudly, his breath alternating from gasps, moans, and groans. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back anymore and took his hard cock into my mouth. The mushroom head of his glans was quite the mouth full. Furthermore, it was leaking sticky precum leaving strands as drops drip out of his tip to my tongue.

Sucking his manhood harder and deeper, I aimed to please my Kuya Rudy, give back even a bit of what he gave me. Succeeding, he was feeling the pleasure, and his body began to move in rhythm with my sucking. Soon he was fucking my mouth. His hard cock slid in and out for several minutes, pummeling my throat until, finally, he released his white cock syrup–which I didn’t let a drop go to waste; I lapped up every drop of the juices that came out, savoring them as they slid down my tongue and down my hungry throat. Furthermore, I could feel his whole body shuddering as the rich white syrup poured from his massive balls, along his cock, and finally out of his cockhead.

After he ejaculated, Kuya Rudy’s body collapsed as his orgasm petered out. However, his cock hadn’t fully gone soft yet, so I started stroking it again, willing it to harden for me. Stripping off my own clothes, while my right hand caressed his cock, my left hand stroked my own. Mine was rock-hard by the time I started sucking his cock again.

While it was in my mouth, my left hand kept busy stroking my own cock. Kuya Rudy must have noticed, because he helped me stroke mine. Before long, I ejaculated, spilling my load onto his palms. That was immediately followed by Kuya Rudy spurting another round of his juices into my mouth. Afterward, we grabbed our towels, went downstairs together, and shared a shower. After cleaning ourselves, we toweled each other dry, before sleeping together naked.

We overslept because our sleep had been so sound. We were startled awake by Kuya Rich shouting.

“You two, don’t you feel sick to yourselves? You’re brothers, for God’s sake!” Kuya Rich yelled at both of us.

“Rich, calm down–the neighbors might hear you.” Kuya Rudy said.

Kuya Rudy and I were shocked when Kuya Rich burst in. We hadn’t locked the door, so he saw us stark naked while we slept. Kuya Rudy got up and put on shorts, while I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my body.

“Rich, it was so hot last night; after we showered, we decided not to wear clothes since we’re both men.” Kuya Rudy explained.

“Men? I’m sure ‘I am’ a man. But you two… you’re faggots. You two can rot in hell together.” Kuya Rich shouted again before storming out of the room.

“Rich, wait–let’s talk.” Kuya Rudy pleaded as he followed him into his room.

Kuya Rich didn’t say another word; instead, he packed a few clothes and walked out on us. Kuya Rudy didn’t try to stop him, wanting to avoid a scene. We thought Kuya Rich was just cooling off and would come home after a day or two. But a week passed, and we heard nothing about him. He hadn’t even shown up at his office. Even his friends reportedly had no news about Kuya Rich. He had likely asked them to cover for him or keep his whereabouts a secret from us.

Kuya Rudy was deeply worried, so one day he skipped work to look for Kuya Rich. I couldn’t concentrate on my classes that day either, so I excused myself from my professors. I got home early, but Kuya Rudy wasn’t there yet. As night fell, Kuya Rudy finally arrived, and I was relieved to see that he was with Kuya Rich.

“Kuya Rich, please forgive me for what I did.” I said to him right away.

“It’s nothing. I was just caught off guard. Let’s just forget about it.” Kuya Rich replied.

“Go ahead and serve dinner; Rich and I are hungry.” Kuya Rudy instructed me.

After dinner, things between us seemed back to normal. It was as if nothing had happened the previous week. Before Kuya Rudy and I went to sleep, I tried to pry out of him how he had convinced Kuya Rich to come home. He wouldn’t answer me; instead, he kept changing the subject until I eventually fell asleep. I was deeply curious about what they had discussed that persuaded Kuya Rich to return to our house.

The next morning, I didn’t have classes, and it turned out Kuya Rich didn’t either. Kuya Rudy had already left by the time I woke up. I hadn’t even finished my breakfast yet when Kuya Rich came downstairs. He joined me for the meal. I really wanted to know what they had talked about, so I tried asking Kuya Rich as well.

“Kuya Rich, how are you doing? I’m glad Kuya Rudy convinced you to come home. We were so worried ever since you left the house.” I said, opening the conversation.

“Just forget about that, Robbie. It’s no big deal.” Kuya Rich replied.

“Please, Kuya, tell me what you and Kuya Rudy talked about. I’m all grown up now, you know.” I pleaded.

“You really are something, Robbie; let’s just keep that between me and your Kuya Rudy.” Kuya Rich replied as he stood up from his chair. He positioned himself behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it anymore. Just eat your breakfast.” he added.

As Kuya Rich stood behind me, he couldn’t avoid pressing the front of his body against my back. I could feel the bulge in his crotch.

“From this day on, I’ll give you whatever you ask of me.” Kuya Rich said again.

At that moment, a mischievous thought crossed my mind.

“Can I have this, too?” I asked Kuya Rich, grabbing his crotch.

“Uh… um… you…” was all Kuya Rich could say.

I kept groping him, prompting him to say, “Let’s save that for later. I’m going to take a shower first.” before heading into the bathroom. A short while later, I heard Kuya Rich call out, “Robbie, please get my towel from the room.”

I immediately grabbed Kuya Rich’s towel.

“Kuya, here’s your towel.” I said, knocking on the bathroom door.

The bathroom door opened slightly, and I caught a glimpse of Kuya Rich’s naked body before he quickly closed it. When he came out, he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Kuya Rich is acting shy, covering up like that.” I teased. “I’ve already seen it anyway.” I added.

“Do you really want a taste of this?” Kuya Rich asked, rubbing his covered manhood.

“Let’s save that for later; I still need to take a shower.” I replied.

I got a towel from our room and took a shower as well. When I finished, Kuya Rich wasn’t downstairs, so I went up to our room to get dressed. After getting dressed, I peeked into Kuya Rich’s room. I found him lying on his bed, reading a magazine. He was wearing nothing but his white briefs, a piece of cloth that just outlined a cock I desperately wished to see. He beckoned me inside and had me sit beside his bed.

“So, are you ready?” Kuya Rich asked.

I didn’t answer; instead, I began caressing the bulge in his briefs. I had long desired to touch and taste it–for years, I had only been able to admire it with my eyes. As I stroked him, Kuya Rich’s member stirred and became fully erect, pressing hard against the fabric of his briefs; his cockhead seemed ready to peek out over the waistband.

“Take off my briefs, my cock is making it too tight.” Kuya Rich requested.

I slowly removed his briefs, revealing his massive member–it was just as big, and just as thick as Kuya Rudy’s. I gazed at it, tracing the visible veins and the scar from his circumcision. Then I peppered his shaft with kisses, showing him how grateful I was to have this opportunity.

I stroked his hard cock slowly, feeling the girth as I moved down Kuya Rich’s balls making him moan. Next, I took it into my mouth; finally tasting his delivious manhood and the juices flowing from the tip of his cockhead. The sensations were becoming more and more intense for him, making his moans grow louder. I didn’t stop until he finally ejaculated inside my mouth, filling me with that hot sticky man milk. It spurted over and over, until my mouth was full, and I had to swallow his thick and delicious cream.

“Thanks for letting me have a taste, Kuya Rich.” was the first thing I said to him after he’d finished.

“That’s not even enough to repay the debt of gratitude we owe Mom and Dad.” Kuya Rich replied–a comment I simply brushed off. “Come here beside me so I can teach you how to kiss properly. You might only know how to give a blowjob, after all. You need to know this so whoever you sleep with really enjoys it.” he added.

I lay down beside him, and he positioned himself so we were face-to-face. He started kissing my forehead, then my eyelids, and my cheeks. Next he went down and kissed and nibbled on my neck, his actions making me moan. Then, I felt his mouth on my lips, his tongue licking my mouth, brushing against mine. I let him lead at first, but soon I was reciprocating every move he made with my mouth and tongue. We were soon locking tongues. Our kissing wasn’t limited to just our lips; we began kissing every inch of each other.

“That’s how you kiss; it’s the first thing you should do before you go down on a guy.” Kuya Rich instructed me.

“Alright, Kuya Rich, I’ll remember that.” I replied. “By the way, Kuya Rich, how do you know that?” I asked.

“That’s what I used to do with the girls I’ve been with. Hahaha.” Kuya Rich answered. “Anyway, let’s put a stop to this, before we waste more time in bed. Let’s cook something to eat.” he added.

Kuya Rich just put his briefs back on, and we went down to the kitchen together. He was cooking while wearing nothing but his briefs; I was delighted by his state of undress, and whenever I got the chance, I would cup his crotch. He didn’t object to what I was doing to him. We spent the whole day together at home, mostly just eating and watching TV. I ended up giving Kuya Rich a blowjob again after we got bored with watching TV; we did it right there in the living room. Kuya Rudy arrived home early and was a bit surprised to see how well Kuya Rich and I were getting along.

That night, I asked Kuya Rudy for sex. Just like the last time we made love, he didn’t object. However, he was taken by surprise when I first used the kissing technique Kuya Rich had taught me. I knew he enjoyed what I did to him, as he climaxed several times that night; I truly indulged myself with his member and the fluids that flowed from it.

In the days that followed, I took turns sucking off both Kuya Rudy and Kuya Rich. However, I never tried to do it to both of them at the same time. Even though they knew I was doing it with both of them, the thought of having them together simultaneously never even crossed my mind. The day of my graduation arrived, and naturally, my older brothers prepared a small get-together at our house. I invited my friends from the neighborhood as well as our close neighbors. Beer seemed to flow endlessly that night, and almost everyone went home drunk.

The three of us got drunk, too. We were too inebriated to clean up the mess and the dishes after the feast and drinking session. When we went inside the house, we sat in the living room for a while. I was sitting next to Kuya Rudy on the sofa, so he was able to put his arm around me and say, “Congratulations, Robbie. Our youngest sibling has finally graduated.” while planting a kiss on my cheek.

“Thanks, Kuya.” I replied, intending to kiss his cheek in return. But instead of landing on his cheek, my kiss landed right on his lips. As I kissed him, he held my head, and we deepened the kiss while Kuya Rich watched us. Perhaps fueled by the alcohol we had consumed, things heated up between Kuya Rudy and me. In an instant, Kuya Rudy and I were both stark naked. I showered almost every part of Kuya Rudy’s body with kisses. Naturally, I didn’t overlook his member, which was already rock-hard; I sucked on it as if I didn’t want anyone else to have it.

Moments later, Kuya Rich joined in. He approached us naked, his own weapon fully erect. While I had Kuya Rudy’s member in my mouth, Kuya Rich positioned his right in front of my lips. I took turns sucking on their cocks. I felt like I was losing my mind with pleasure, feasting on two massive members at once. Kuya Rudy and Kuya Rich were facing each other while I knelt before them. Driven by intense lust, they even kissed each other while I was busy servicing them. They only stopped kissing when they both felt they were about to climax. They ejaculated one after the other, and I didn’t let a drop of their fluids go to waste.

Drunk and exhausted, we didn’t bother getting dressed. Instead, we simply went up to our room and slept side-by-side in the room I shared with Kuya Rudy. The sun was already high when I woke up the next day. My older brothers were still asleep, so I was able to observe their naked bodies. That was when I noticed how alike their bodies were; even in sleep, they seemed identical. Their genitals and body hair were the same, too—both were somewhat hairy. I was the only one among the three of us who wasn’t hairy.

As the days went by, my brothers never turned me down whenever I was overcome by lust. However, the three of us never had sex all together again. Usually, it was Kuya Rudy who would give in to me, since we shared the same bed. Eventually, the date for Kuya Rich’s wedding was set. Kuya Rudy could no longer stop Kuya Rich’s plans, as I had already graduated and found a job.

One night before Kuya Rich’s wedding, he called me into his room. I was taken aback when he himself asked to have sex with me. That was perhaps the most pleasurable time we ever shared, and Kuya Rich gave me his all in terms of intimacy. However, after we finished, Kuya Rich told me that it would be the last time—that since he was getting married, he would only ever be intimate with his future spouse for the rest of his life. I was saddened by what I heard, yet I tried to understand his position, telling myself it was for the best so we could put an end to our sinful behavior. I was about to leave his room when he called out to me again.

“Robbie, I hope you won’t be too shocked by what I’m about to say.” he added.

“What is it, Kuya?” I asked.

“Well… I suppose you should know why I got really angry the first time I saw you with Kuya Rudy. It also concerns our father, your father.” he continued.

“What are you saying, Kuya Rich?” I asked him.

“Maybe it’s time you knew the truth. Kuya Rudy and I lived through it, truthfully… you were the only child of Mom and Dad.” Kuya Rich began. I felt completely devastated by what I heard; I was left speechless at that moment. “Dad never knew you are his. Dad–well… He–he was gay. Moreover, he was just Mom’s friend who was kind to us. You see, Kuya Rudy and I were from Mom’s previous partners, men who used and left her. Dad–Tito, he’s a childhood friend of Mom’s. When he found Mom, down on her luck, unable to feed us. He tried to then help raise us even when we had no relation to him, he treated us like his own children, so our family was happy in a way. Heck, he even jokingly told us to call him Dad. However, things cannot stay the same. Even if we wanted to, especially Mom. She really wanted to become his wife, to become our father. So on the day when Tito said he found someone he wanted to share his life with. Well she did something she would regret–something we all regretted. Mom got him drunk one night and had her way with him, hoping to get her pregnant and force him to marry her…” Kuya Rich confessed. I was so shaken I wanted to run away but Kuya grabbed me and embraced me letting me cry on his chest.

He continued, “However, Mom so how distraught Tito was when he woke up the next morning. And so she lied that she got him to wear a condom, he was just too drunk to remember it. It got more complicated when she met Tito’s lover, he was an amazing guy. So Mom got up and left, telling Tito she found a guy, and she was moving with him, to give Tito and his lover space. What happened next, well it was difficult especially with Mom finding out she was pregnant with you. Still she made us promise never to let Tito know. She wanted him to believe you were an ex-lover’s child, so that he and his lover can get married and start a life abroad, which they did.”

Then it all clicked, “Ninong Gary, he’s my father.” I said, my voice shaking.

Kuya nodded at my words, kissing my forehead and said, “But he doesn’t know, he can’t know. He’s happy with his own children. We can’t mess his happiness. That’s why I felt abandoned by a father who was never ours. Never realizing it, I resented him… I resented Tito deep inside. I’m just like Mom… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry…”

I was moved to tears by what Kuya Rich had said. Likewise, I could hardly believe the story. I walked out of his room in a daze. Kuya Rudy noticed my state when I entered our shared room.

“Kuya Rudy, is it true that we are just half-brothers?” I asked him.

“Uh… well… Where did you hear that?” he asked in return.

“Kuya Rich told me.” …was my reply.

Kuya Rudy had nothing more to say, so he finally confessed. His story matched what I heard from Kuya Rich. I could barely sleep that night; Kuya Rudy was likely the same. Yet, neither of us wanted to talk. The next morning, we were woken up by Kuya Rich knocking on the door. It was his wedding day, and he was excited to get ready so he wouldn’t be late for the ceremony. I knew this was a momentous day for him, so despite how upset I felt about what I had learned, I forced myself to show that I was happy for his wedding. We hurriedly bathed and got ready, then headed to the church.

During the wedding ceremony, Kuya Rich’s earlier confession kept crossing my mind–that he would only engage in sexual intimacy with his future spouse after they were married. I felt a sense of regret; especially when he looked so handsome and dashing in his barong tagalog, a ceremonial outfit for formal occasions. I don’t know why, but I felt jealous of his future wife. It was stupid, but I knew what we had wasn’t meant to last, especially when he is straight. So, when the priest asked the congregation if anyone objected to the wedding, I felt an urge to shout that I did. However, I held myself back; instead, I chose to focus on the love Kuya Rich had always shown me. Right then and there I made a promise, I will be the best brother-in-law for his new wife, and brother to my beloved Kuya. He will never have to look back and feel bad for leaving the nest.

After the wedding and the reception, Kuya Rudy and I headed home. Kuya Rich, on the other hand, just stopped by to pick up his packed clothes since they were heading to a hotel to start their honeymoon. Kuya Rudy noticed the sadness on my face.

“Your Kuya Rich isn’t disappearing forever, you know. Why do you look so down? It’s as if you just came from a funeral.” Kuya Rudy said teasingly.

“It’s nothing, Kuya Rudy. I just miss Kuya Rich.” I replied.

“He just left, and you miss him already?” Kuya Rudy said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll always be right here, by your side.” he added.

“But what if you get married too, Kuya?” I asked him.

“Don’t worry. I won’t leave you. I’ll even bring you along on my honeymoon.” Kuya Rudy said jokingly.

“Oh, Kuya, really? Is that even allowed? Anyway, let’s just go to sleep.” I answered.

“I’m going to sleep in Kuya Rich’s room.” I added.

“Don’t do that. You’ll be sleeping right here beside me.” Kuya Rudy insisted.

As he insisted that I sleep next to him, tickling my sides. Making me laugh, he drove away the glumness in my heart. He even hugged me and carried me into our room. We fell onto the bed, my weight causing us to tumble down together. Kuya Rudy landed on his back, and I ended up straddling him. Our faces were inches apart. We fell silent for a moment, but soon after, I began kissing Kuya Rudy’s lips. We kissed as if we were starving, needing to fill a void inside us.

I trailed my kisses down to his neck while slowly removing his undershirt. Once his shirt was off, I showered his chest with kisses, working my way down to his navel. I paused there briefly to undo his belt. Then, I moved on to his slacks, having noticed a distinct bulge forming at his crotch. I quickly removed his trousers, leaving him in nothing but white briefs that clearly outlined his aroused member. I stood up and began undressing as well, stripping down until I, too, was wearing only my briefs.

I lay down beside Kuya Rudy again. As I settled next to him, he suddenly pulled me close and embraced me. He kissed my lips, then trailed his kisses down to my chest. Surprisingly he continued downward, kissing all the way to the waistband of my briefs. I was even more startled when he gave a playful nip at my aroused member through the fabric. Actually, I thought that was all he would do, but he suddenly pulled off my briefs and began licking my cock. Moments later, he took it into his mouth and started sucking it. I moaned in those moments because it was my first time having someone suck me off–and it was Kuya Rudy, no less.

Before long, Kuya Rudy positioned himself so that his member was right in front of my face. He was still wearing briefs, so I immediately took them off. I sucked Kuya Rudy’s cock while he sucked mine. We stayed in that position until we both climaxed. Kuya Rudy pushed on me the cum I spurted, not wanting to swallow mine, whereas I didn’t waste a drop of the load he released. Exhausted, Kuya Rudy and I fell asleep right away.

A week later, Kuya Rich and his wife returned. However, they didn’t stay at the house for long, as they rented an apartment near his wife’s workplace. From then on, I only saw Kuya Rich occasionally. Even though Kuya Rich was no longer by our side, Kuya Rudy filled that void completely–especially during our intimate moments. Kuya Rudy and I lived like a married couple.

But the day I dreaded eventually arrived. Kuya Rudy arranged a dinner because he had something to tell me. Traffic was terrible that evening on my way from work, so I arrived late. As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw Kuya Rudy with a woman. I had a sinking feeling even as I approached their table. Right away, Kuya Rudy introduced the woman as his girlfriend and mentioned that they were making plans for their wedding.

My world seemed to go dark when I heard that. I knew this moment would come, but I hadn’t realized that “this” was the time I feared most–the moment my older brothers would truly leave me behind. Despite the deep hurt I felt that night, I didn’t let it show to Kuya Rudy. Yes, I loved Kuya Rudy as more than just a brother. Ever since Kuya Rich got married, my world had revolved around him. I never took any girlfriend seriously, thinking it would only complicate my relationship with Kuya Rudy. But I had to accept reality. I wasn’t like Kuya Rich and Kuya Rudy. They are straight, and they only indulged me out of familial love and overprotectiveness. No matter how painful it was for me, I had to let them go so they could find happiness in the lives they desired.

A few months later, Kuya Rudy married his girlfriend. True to his promise, he didn’t abandon me. When they went to Baguio for their honeymoon, Kuya Rudy took me along. Of course, I slept in a separate room; I simply let his wife enjoy Kuya Rudy’s body to the fullest. The couple lived at the house, too. Even though Kuya Rudy was married, he still indulged me whenever I ask to share his bed. Naturally, we were extremely careful to avoid getting caught by his wife.

I thought I’d never experience Kuya Rich again, but one time when he stopped by the house, he confessed that he missed what we used to do. Since I missed Kuya Rich terribly as well, I gave in, and our passionate lovemaking resumed. Fortunately, Kuya Rudy and his wife weren’t around. Once our intimacy with Kuya Rich started up again, he began visiting the house frequently. Sometimes, he would tell his wife he was staying the night at our place, so we didn’t have to cut our lovemaking short.

To this day–even though Kuya Rudy and Kuya Rich have children of their own–we still manage to have sex, albeit occasionally. I suppose, for my two older brothers, sleeping with me still offers a unique kind of pleasure. Even though I have become a godfather and uncle now, just like the secret of my birth, the secret shared between me and my brothers remains just that–a secret. In the shadows it remained but it was true and inviolable.

Note: Yep. No anal, just blowies. Very old Filipino coded, with all that performative machismo. Moreover, I wanted to write fiction without anal. I’m Thinking of writing a story about pure oral and cum eating, and a bit of hyperspermia. Maybe male lactation and breast feeding too. So, this is kind of the precursor to that. I need to purge anal and focus on big muscular titties and cock fountains.

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