First ever Wish³ fanfic:
More Than Brotherly Intentions
by Alice

Rating: Yaoi. Hentai. And containing incest. (They’re begging for it though)
**Basil and Gabe> NO WE'RE NOT!! *sob* **
NOT FOR SMALL CHILDREN OR THE WEAK OF HEART.

Authors note: Sylvia, don’t kill me. You said you wanted to see a fanfic. So here is it. I still hope I’m the first fanfic. Also this is kinda short since I’m tired and school starts tomorrow. Also I have to shameless plug Tsunami Channel because that’s where I got my inspiration for the plot from. One of Konstantin’s evil hentai thoughts. Heh. Yes, I’m a pervert, but this is the most graphic thing I’ve ever written. So yea. Don’t kill me.

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The storm poured and pounded against the walls of the Toback residence. The trees surrounding the house shook and their leaves danced to their deaths in the rain and the terrible East wind. The frightful weather had knocked out all the power lines in the neighborhood, so the house in question was pitch black.

Mr. and Mrs. Toback had recently embarked on a trip to Boston, to attend the graduation of their oldest son, so 17-year-old Gabe was left to care for his younger brother. The horrid darkness penetrated every nook and corner of the house, and Basil, despite being 14, was deathly afraid of it.

The sheets of rain hammered against the sturdy roof harder and harder, awaking Basil from his fitful slumber in his room, just down the hall from Gabe’s. Silently he crept from his room to his older brother’s, who he was sure was reading by candlelight.

Upon hearing the tiptoeing footsteps and the creaking of his door being opened, Gabe put down a rather large leather-bound volume of family history, and sat up against the headboard, not sure who to expect.

Basil stepped into the dim circle of the flickering candlelight, and Gabe relaxed a bit, motioning for him to sit down on the soft, clean linen of his bed.

“Gabe, when is this storm going to end?” he whispered, leaning against Gabe’s bare, muscular shoulder, which protruded from beneath the covers.

Gabe gently stroked his hair and wrapped one arm around Basil’s well-constructed abdomen. “Hush,” he said, his voice full of tenderness, “I can make you forget the storm…”

Basil blushed, feeling his elder brother’s hand brush against the plaid fabric of his boxers and stop between his thighs, gently groping. “H...how?” he inquired, allowing himself to be pulled under the sheets.

“Shhhh…”

Basil felt a hardness against his outer thigh and Gabe’s lips against his neck. He shuddered, not knowing what to think. Gabe softly lowered his head against the comfort of the down pillows, and positioned his body over that of Basil, one hand still in his hair and the other pulling down the rubber of his boxers that held them on.

“W..what are you doing?” Basil stuttered, letting his neck be kissed again, feeling completely naked under the weight of his brother, just then realizing that Gabe slept in the nude. “A..a...ahhhh!”

Gabe put one finger to his mouth to silence him, but unexpectedly, he felt the warmth of Basil’s tongue on it. Much exhilarated by this twist is events, Gabe wraped both arms around Basil’s chest and anchored him to the bed. His mouth began to kiss a stream of passion down Basil’s body, lingering at his neck and each nipple. Soon it reached it’s desired destination and Basil began to shake and knock against the headboard. The sound was inaudible because the storm grew fiercer. To prevent any pain to his brother, Gabe pulled him down lower on the bed, his tongue never quitting its task.

Basil continued to shriek and moan, his arms first grasping Gabe’s neck, then flailing wildly as the motion became more intense. He managed to knock over the candle and plunge them into darkness, but Gabe persisted. Soon it became impossible to Basil to bear it any longer and he exploded. Gabe cherished every stroke of his tongue that it took to clean the boy up, and drank the liquid as it was the godly ambrosia itself. Finally he came back up from underneath the covers, and once more began to kiss Basil’s neck, unsure of his brother’s thoughts.

“G…Gabe…?”

“Yes?”

Basil blushed at the question he was about to ask, “Ca…can we do this all night…?”

Gabe smiled warmly, just finishing his placement of a hickey on Basil’s neck, “We can do this as long as you want, Basil, as long as you want…” He felt his brother’s hand reaching blindly toward his lower stomach, and he smiled again, realizing that the night had just begun.