Chapter 1
“Gavin, this is your new mom and her son, he’s gonna be your new brother”. Twelve years old me stared at the two strangers my dad had introduced with a smile on his face. I could tell the boy didn’t want this as much as I didn’t but he was just silent, staring at his feets.
“But I don’t want a new mom”, I said, tears about to spill from my eyes. They are gonna take my father away from me. Since my mother passed away, my father and I have always done everything together. “I don’t want to share my dad with another brother. I don’t want him”. I cried.
“Why can’t he just stay with his mom?”
“Gavin, don’t say that. They are nice people, she’s gonna be your mom too. Your friends won’t mock you for not having a mom anymore. I’m doing this for you”. He was lying, he was lying to me. He wasn’t doing this for me.
“Is that why you don’t spend the weekend with me anymore?” I was crying now. My dad and I have always been the weekend together playing video games and going to pack. I always loved showing him off because he was stronger than other dads and my friends got jealous.
“No Gavin, I was busy”.
“No you’re lying! You're a liar , I hate you!” I screamed.
“Gavin, get back here!” I didn’t answer as I stormed upstairs and ran to my room.
I jumped straight to the bed and started crying. They were going to steal my dad away. Why can he just stay with his mom?
I don’t mind getting bully of not having a mom, I don’t want to share my dad with anyone. He was all I have, now I have to share him too.
Minutes later, the door pushed open. And the boy walked in with his hands behind his back.
“Gavin?” He called my name, unsure.
“What do you want?” I sniffed.
He scrambled into my room and sat next to me on the floor, while the door closed on its own. I stared up at my new stepbrother. The brother I didn’t want.
“I-I have toys?” That’s when he brought out his hand that he had been hiding and my eyes widened. That’s the avengers toy! I have always wanted to get one.
“Did my dad get you that?” I asked. I don’t like him.
“No..”. His voice was a little shaky. “M-my mom got it for us..”. He pointed it at me. “You can take it”.
I frown, sitting up from my bed. “But she’s your mom”.
“I can share her. You don’t have to share your dad, I can share my mom and toys with you”. And that’s how Leon and I became best friends. From sharing a mom to sharing toys now we share a room even though we both have a separate bed. We still share a bed.
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“No, my parents are out. Just Leon and me at home,” I said, fingers tightening around the strap of my backpack as Stella and I walked the last stretch toward my street. The afternoon sun hung low, painting the cracked sidewalk in warm gold.
“Speaking of Leon,” she teased, nudging my shoulder, “why wasn’t he in class today? He’s never missed chem lab.”
“He’s not feeling well, mom had told him to skip class for a few days”. I responded. I missed him, after our parents got married. I never expected Leon and I would be close but now, he’s my everything, my brother, my best friend. He also protected me. When we were young, I was much taller than him but now, I can’t seem to grow any taller while he keeps getting taller and larger. Hard to believe I’m a year older than him.
“Well, I will see you tomorrow”. Stella waved goodbye before walking away. I grabbed my keys from my pocket and headed to the beat down car my dad got for mine and Leon’s eighteen birthday.
“Leon!” I called immediately when I got home. The house smelled faintly of the chicken stew Mom had left simmering before her night shift. “Leon?” I called, dropping my bag by the door. Silence. He’d been curled on the couch with a hoodie pulled over his head when I left for school. Unease prickled along my spine. What if he’d fainted in the shower? Slipped on the tiles? I took the stairs two at a time, heart thudding against my ribs.
I shoved our bedroom door open. “Leon—?”
“Oh… fuck.” I froze in the doorway, my stomach twisting as I took in the scene. Leon my brother was hunched over his computer, one hand gripping the mouse, the other wrapped around his cock. He didn’t notice me; the headset over his ears kept him focused on whatever he was watching.
I peeked at the screen. My jaw went slack. Two men…just two guys were going at it, lost in their own world of moans and movement. Leon… was jerking off to gay porn? My mind stumbled over the thought. Could he be… gay?
My feet moved before my mind could catch up, carrying me closer. I could see him…really see him now.
My throat went dry. His cock, slick and throbbing in his hand, was unlike anything I’d seen up close before. I’d watched porn enough to know what he was doing, but seeing it—him—made my chest tighten and my mind spin. The way it leaked, the way his mouth parted with gasps and soft moans… My cock twisted.
“Leon…” I whispered, my voice trembling despite myself. My throat felt tight, my stomach twisting in ways I couldn’t name. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, though every nerve in my body screamed that I should.
His eyes snapped to mine, wide and unguarded, a storm of shock and disbelief flashing across his face. For a second, I thought he might stop, might hide, might pretend I hadn’t seen a thing. But his hand didn’t falter. It moved with the same frantic urgency, slick and wet, and my heart slammed against my ribs as I realized just how exposed he was
“Oh… Gavin…” he groaned, a low, ragged sound that made my own body react before I could think. And then it happened—he shuddered violently, his hips jerking slightly as he came, coating his hand in trembling, warm evidence.
