A Private Brotherhood Worth Fighting For

NOTE: Today marks exactly one month since “A Private Brotherhood Worth Fighting For” was first published on GayDemon, not including the original Nifty short story from December 20, 2020. Chapter 10 brings the series to a close with a word count total of 21,000. It’s amazing that a short story could turn into a novella with just ten chapters. I hope you enjoyed the story. Even if you didn’t, you giving it a chance is all I could ask for. Thank you for reading.

Paul

My heart beat fast. I didn't know what to say. Phil and Dad had fought, and there was blood on the floor. And…cum? Confusion filled my head. The cop and I were inside the cabin with the door shut, which was awkward enough. Dad stood there forcing a calm expression, while Phil covered his crotch in humiliation.

"It's not what it looks like, officer," Dad said in a fairly-convincing tone. "I found my sons here naked, but they weren't naked before. They were just hanging out. Then some perverted intruder broke in and pointed a gun at them and forced them to strip. I came here around that time and tried to fight him, but I fell and hit my head, and he's gone now."

Phil nodded, and I could tell he was trying not to freak out. He was definitely embarrassed, though. Poor thing. "He's right, officer. Nothing weird going on here."

I shifted my focus to the cop and prayed there was no trouble. The scene looked so suspicious that it was challenging to come up with a convincing excuse. "We don't want any trouble, officer. I just thought the man was still here." Had I just defended Dad?

After a moment of the cop showing an uncomfortable expression, even staring at the evidence on the floor for a moment, he sighed. "Phew. Gotta be honest. I was worried for a moment because you're a pastor." He eyed Dad. "You should get your head checked out real soon."

"I will, officer," Dad added. "I hope you'll be discreet about this?" He came closer to the cop. "I'm considering another generous donation for all the great work you do. You never fail me. That's why I always have a lot of faith you."

The cop formed a little smile, albeit tightly. "Thank you. Your generous contribution is always appreciated. Be careful next time, okay?" He opened the door and left. He knew. He knew what was on the floor. Dad was good. Too good. Or maybe he knew him personally.

After a moment of silence, Phil blew a big breath. "So, we're moving out of state, Paul. We're cutting ties with Dad in exchange for our silence, and we won't be telling him where we'll move to. He's going to give us enough money to help us."

I lowered my eyebrows. "Oh." I didn't even know what to say except that it was the best decision made. It was why I hadn't identified the attacker as Dad when the cop had found me naked in the field. I hadn't even mentioned Phil being involved.

Phil stepped closer to me and held my hands. He looked into my eyes and started trembling. "What Dad did was terrible. You and I both know that. But I can't bear the thought of him going to prison. I just want to move on. With you." He kissed me, shocking me to my core because Dad was here.

I returned the kiss and got hard.

Phil stopped and rested his forehead against mine, rubbing his nose against mine, and gazing into my eyes for a moment. "I love you, Paul."

My heart melted so fast that I could easily faint from the intense emotions. "I love you too."

"And I want a life with you. Fuck it. I don't care if it makes me gay or bi or whatever. I just want to be with you. I need to be with you. I want to build a life together. I want everything with you that I'm supposed to have with a woman."

"Oh, Phil…" I kissed him deeply until we made out for a while.

Phil broke the kiss and turned to face our father who'd been standing there the whole time looking torn. "I still love you too, Dad. And it hurts so much that things had to turn out like this."

Dad tried his hardest to fight the emotions, his body trembling, and his eyes watering. And seconds later, he broke down. "I'm so sorry, my beautiful boys. I failed you as a father."

Phil rushed to him and wrapped his arms around him, not caring that he was still naked.

It took me a few minutes of them crying and holding each other to join them, but not before locking the door. I wasn't sure why I'd joined them. I hated Dad for what he'd done. But I still loved him too. I resented him, but my love for him, no matter how furious I'd been, had refused to fade away. It was why I was always so confused, back and forth with my feelings for Dad. Loved him? Hated him? Both? There'd been a part of me that had made me feel like I'd been in love with him.

But Phil was my true love.

In a way, the three of us were fucked up. Dad had failed to be a good father because he'd wanted us as lovers and had been selfish about it. He'd gone insane as to come up with a way to achieve that in a terrible way. And then, my own brother and I were in love with each other. This wasn't normal, but in a way, it was normal to us. Sure, I could go to therapy, and there could be some hope, but I wouldn't do it if it meant losing Phil as more than just a brother. It was too late now. There was no turning back. We'd done what we'd done, and we were ready to build a future together.

What about Dad, though? I hated him, but was I ready to sever all ties with him? Had he gone about his desire for me differently, things would've been different. Maybe. I wasn't sure anymore.

"Dad, is this it?" I asked. "Are we really never going to see you again?" My heart lurched. It was amazing how different my mind had been when I'd escaped this cabin. Scary, even.

He let out a deep breath. "It's for the best." But something told me that he didn't want to accept it.

Phil kissed me. "Dad's gay, and he's in love with us, so even if we stay, he won't be able to control his feelings. So that's another reason we're leaving."

Wow. Dad was gay and in love with us? He was in love with me? He'd had a sick way of showing it with trapping me here like a psycho. Yet my cock started getting erect, reminding me just how fucked up in the head I was for not disowning him for what he'd done.

And as if I couldn't have been any more fucked up, I started taking off my clothes, leaving them looking puzzled. Once I got naked, I helped Dad take his shirt off. He didn't fight me. He allowed it. He took the rest off until the three of us were naked.

I gazed into Dad's eyes as blue as my and Phil's. I stroked his dark hair. "I hate what you did to us, and while it's probably for the best that we cut ties, I want one last time with you. And with Phil. If you really are in love with us, then stop being a coward and show us. No more lies, no more Holy Seed bullshit, no more locking us in the cabin, no more backing away." I kissed his lips. "Make love to us, Daddy. Be our lover for a moment and really show us what a father's love feels like."

"Oh, son." Dad pulled me into his arms and made out with me like never before. This time, it was the kind of passion that Phil had given me, except with Phil, it was true love. With Dad, it was playing catchup.

Phil joined our kiss until the three of us shared each other's lips and tongues, a combination of me and Phil, me and Dad, Phil and Dad, and all of us.

I stopped the kiss and looked at them, my heart melting for Phil, but it was starting to melt a little for Dad. "I want you both on the bed, on your backs. I want to ride both of you. And Dad? Do it like you love me. Because all I've ever wanted was your love."

"I have a better idea," Phil said with lust. He was rock hard and dripping, and so was Dad. "I want me and Dad inside you at the same time. Let's really show you what love is."

Dad groped my ass and gave me a rare warm smile. "I do love you, Paul. I just need to learn how to show it."

I didn't say a word, just nodding. I climbed the bed and got on all fours. Phil got behind me while Dad grabbed a bottle of lube he'd kept here. He lubed himself up and passed it onto Phil who did the same. I was ready for this. I'd never been double-dicked before, but knowing who the two men were alleviated my nervousness.

Once they were both behind me, Phil got inside me first, and he tiled to the side to make room for Dad who struggled at first.

I gasped from the pleasure but also the slight pain. I couldn't believe this. My own brother and father were taking me at the same time, and both with big cocks in my smallish jock ass. I felt Dad's cock trying to burrow its way inside, still struggling, but after a minute or so, it finally went. I gasped in pain. "Fuck…"

"It's okay, Paul. This is a one-time thing."

"I know, but it kind of hurts because you're both long and thick."

"Do you want us to stop?" Dad asked in a rare tender tone. He was trying. And now that Phil and I were leaving town, I realized it really was for the best because I could find myself falling deeper in love with Dad. I didn't want that.

I wanted Phil.

I gnashed my teeth and forced myself to take it. Fuck, they both were inside me. It helped that I'd been stretched out with Phil's big cock over the months. They moved slowly, fucking my ass, and kissing noises told me they were making out with each other. I started stroking myself, ignoring the pain.

"I love you, Dad," Phil whispered.

"I love you too, son."

They continued making out while I continued bottoming for them. After a few minutes, the pain started to subside a little. It was still there, but it was more tolerable.

Oh, this feeling. I'd never imagined I could ever feel like this with the both of them until it had happened. I'd never imagined this would even happen. But it was. It was happening. We were bonding the only way we knew how.

"Fuck me," I said in a whispery moan. "Make love to my ass, Phil. Dad. Both of you."

"I don't know how much longer I can hold it, Paul," Dad said. He sounded so horny, but he also sounded different from when he'd fucked me as a punishment. He sounded softer with more emotion. It was as if he'd finally released all the restraints that had prevented him from being the father he'd needed to be. "But I want you to know that if we ever do see each other again…I promise to be a better father to you."

Oh, Dad. And I believed him. I believed he'd changed. Yeah, it was fast, but I didn't care. He was my father, and I needed him to be one to me. I didn't want to go fatherless forever. Now that he was more than willing to step up and be the father I needed him to be, I wasn't going to reject him.

But why now when Phil and I were on the verge of leaving? Why couldn't he have woken up so much sooner? It was better late than never, but now, we'd be far away from each other.

I tried focusing on the pleasure. I breathed harder while jacking myself off. "Fuck me."

Phil frolicked my hair, and so did Dad. They caressed my shoulders, my back, my butt, sometimes moved my hand away to take over my cock for a few strokes. We were making love, the three of us. I didn't want to hate Dad anymore. Phil and I would still move away, but whether we'd actually cut ties with Dad was something that only the future knew. I didn't want to, though. I didn't want to cut ties with him. And now, I wanted to be with them for a final time as the three of us.

A carnal bond between father and sons.

I turned my head back and managed a smile. I ignored the pain more and more as the sight of them was enough for me to be distracted. They made out while fucking me, and Phil rubbed his nose against Dad's while the two of them locked themselves into an intense gaze. What a beautiful moment. This was what it should've been like all along.

"Daddy…" It was the first time Phil had called him that since he'd been a kid.

"Let me make it up to you, son," Dad whispered with the kind of passion that he'd been incapable of showing. It was as if he'd gotten a wakeup call and realized what he'd missed out on, the experience of being a father who deserved the title, no longer the shitty one he'd been. He looked at me with the same face. "I don't expect you to forgive me soon, but I realize more than ever that I can't lose you."

My eyes grew heavy. This. This was what I'd needed to here, to witness. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you, son." Dad focused back on fucking me with Phil's cock at the same time. In just moments of us staring at each other with the same intensity that he and Phil had done, he made that face. The face that told me he was about to come. He cried out in sweet ecstasy with a dazed expression, filling my hole with his fatherly milk.

Phil took a moment with extra focus, but he came too, grunting in pleasure while his eyes rolled back. His brotherly milk mixed with Dad's made for a beautiful concoction of two loves in my life. Phil would always be my true love, but in due time, Dad would catch up. I'd forget everything if just to have the chance to be fathered by him with the love he hadn't shown until now.

And that was it for me. Just a few more strokes, and I blasted thick ropes onto the bed, moaning and gasping with more pleasure than ever because of this new, unique experience.

This family bond of ours.

Our carnal bond.

After they pulled out, I collapsed on the bed, ready to relax. Dad surprised me by joining me from behind while Phil joined me from the other side to sandwich me with both brotherly and fatherly love.

Dad was so affectionate that it ached so much because I wished he would've been like this all along. I didn't care how young I would've been. He could've taken me right then and there the time he'd caught me in the bathroom. Though, maybe it'd been for the best for psychological reasons. I was fucked up enough.

I made out with Dad for a while, and Phil moved closer for his turn. Then, he and Dad kissed, and we relaxed.

Phil sighed. "We can't cut you out, Dad. Not after this experience."

"Oh, thank God," Dad said in a tone of relief. "I was hoping you'd say that. But I still want you both to build a life together. I already have your mother."

"But you're gay, Dad," I said. "You're not happy with her."

"Doesn't matter. I can't leave her. And I'm a pastor too. I can't give that up right now. Maybe one day, but I'm not ready yet."

I wasn't surprised. It was what he'd aspired to be for much of his life, what he'd wanted since he'd been a kid. I faced Phil and kissed him. "We can tell Dad where we move to, right?"

Phil formed a little smile. "Yeah. And he's going to come to our wedding." He grinned.

My eyes widened, and my heart flipped.

Phil chuckled. "Don't freak out, Paul. We're brothers. If we can fuck and love like lovers, we can get married. Well, okay, maybe not legally, but a ceremony." He glanced at Dad. "Will you marry us in private, Dad?"

It took Dad a moment to respond, but he didn't seem sad. If anything, his smile seemed full of warmth and longing, maybe along with shame, guilt, and remorse. Who knew? He gave us a nod. "It'd be my honor. But give me a grandson, okay?"

I cuddled against Phil while Dad snuggled with me from behind. It was strange how we'd grown close. I'd been convinced that my and Phil's relationship with Dad would remain broken forever. I wouldn't say every single piece of the shattered state was glued back, but a few missing pieces were promising enough to me. It could take a long time. Maybe. Who knew if there'd be trauma to come back and haunt me? But as long as Dad was truly remorseful and started his renewed role as the father he was supposed to be, then I could only move on and look forward to a better future. Maybe not bright just yet, but less dim.

As for Phil, he really was the love of my life. We'd fought to be together, a private brotherhood worth fighting for. But in the end, we hadn't had to all along. No one would ever come between us. No one would ever break what we had.

We were brothers.

And we were one.

The End

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