Brothers Who Love One Another

Working Out With My Brother

Our parents are away for the summer, so I’m stuck at home with my gym-obsessed brother, Tanner.

We don’t have much in common; he’s a jock and I’m a nerd, he’s straight and I’m gay — though I haven’t told anyone yet. I try to stay out of his way, even if he’s always asking me to join him for a workout sesh.

But when I accidentally spy on him during one of his workouts, I can’t look away. Can’t stop thinking about it after, even though I know it’s wrong. I don’t know what to do with these feelings, so I’m just going to ignore them.

My Drunk Brother Sleeps Over

Just as I'm about to go to bed, my big brother shows up at my doorstep – drunk off his ass.

He's had a fight with his wife – or something. I don't want to get involved in their drama, I just don't want him here, tempting me.

Because the truth is: I'm crazy about my brother, even though I know it can never happen. I've been trying to distract myself, having hookup after hookup for years, but it's not working. I still ache for him.

My Secret Valentine

Lucas, my twin brother, is my mirror image - but not quite. He's muscular where I'm lanky; he's a straight lady's man, and I'm a gay semi-virgin.

I thought sharing a college dorm room would bring us closer together again. I was wrong.

Instead of being closer to my brother and spending more time with him, I got a front-row seat to see him sleeping around.