Warnings: This story depicts an incestuous relationship between two brothers. Non-con depicted in this chapter.
Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
It had been a year since Joe Roman had shown up at his father's auto body shop to claim his inheritance. When he arrived a year after his father's death, he had meant to collect some money and go. Instead he ended up becoming part of the family his father had abandoned him for. Joe had resented Claire for stealing his father and having children that took his father's love away from him. And now, a year later, he was thankful for Claire's generosity and love. She had offered him a job, then a partnership in Roman's Customizing. She gave him a stable place to live and a sense of family. In some ways all this made him feel guilty about the one thing she'd given him unintentionally; her eldest son.
Matt and Joe had managed to conceal their relationship for nearly as long as Joe had been there. Stolen weekends and secret nights when Claire was at school obtaining a degree in Business Management. No one was more surprised than Joe that the forbidden affair with his underage half-brother had blossomed into a relationship. It was more than sex for both of them now. Some weekends, Matt would come to Joe's room and they'd talk about school and music and plans for the future. Joe had always regretted dropping out of school and running off at the age of sixteen. It was Matt who encouraged him to get his GED, even though it would take time away from them. In fact, the opposite proved true, Matt spent hours helping Joe study, quizzing him, encouraging him not to give up. When Joe finally got his certificate, he and Matt had a private celebration after the one Claire had arranged with the family.
Joe used Matt as a sounding board. He could tell him anything, bounce ideas off of him. Matt was wiser than any sixteen year old he'd ever known. Wiser in many ways than Joe had been. Joe remembered those first few weeks after he left home. He was going to race cars like his father, only he was too young and didn't have a license. Instead he ended up doing grunt work around the tracks. Sleeping in garages and scrounging up money anyway he could.
He was young and good looking and even in the macho world of auto racing, Joe found that other skills were equally appreciated. Off the tracks, in side alleys, behind the filthy stands, Joe earned a living servicing dirty old men and thrill seeking young men. He spent so much time on his knees, he thought sure his kneecaps would be shot by the time he was twenty. Joe recalled the incident that led him back to Philadelphia and his father's shop. He recalled how Matt had wept and held him when he recounted the tale to him. It was the first in a long line of times that Matt took over the role of caregiver and comforter.
Joe had traveled down to Tennessee. It was his first opportunity to actually race. He was nineteen and a promoter had invited him down to join the tryouts. One of Joe's steady customers had gone down with him. He was sponsoring his car and had arranged things for Joe to race. Joe recalled to Matt how excited he had been. He had seen a win as a chance to escape out of the life he had boxed himself into. He and Clay had arrived in Nashville and checked into a sleazy motel filled with truckers and bikers and other guests just passing through. Although Joe protested, he and Clay ended up sharing a room. The rotund man had protested about all the cash he was laying out for Joe to be there in the first place.
Clay had told Joe that they were going to dinner to meet some other sponsors and promoters. He ushered Joe into the shower and instructed him to hurry because they were running late for their appointment.
Joe was thrilled. He was finally on track. He would put his past behind him and follow in his father's footsteps. He hoped in some small way, even though his dad was dead, he would somehow be proud of him and earn the love and respect he'd lost when he had remarried. When Joe emerged from the shower with just a thin cheap hotel towel wrapped around his waist, he stepped out into the room to find it filled with at least five men, each equally as repulsive as Clay. Joe thought nothing of it at first. He apologized thinking these were the men Clay was talking about. He promised to be ready shortly and reached in his bag for his clothes. That's when Clay stepped up behind him and told him he was ready now.
Matt had gasped when Joe recounted the horrors of that evening. Each man had taken a turn with the nineteen year old. After, Clay had announced that they'd earned their entry fee and left to get something to eat. Joe gathered up what little money he had, dressed quickly and fled. As much as he had wanted a shower, he wanted even more to get away from Clay. That's when he made up his mind to seek out Claire and his share of the family business.
Matt had held Joe tight against his chest as tears he never got to shed before broke out of him like flood waters over a dam. Matt stayed with him until he fell asleep and early in the morning he was there waiting for him to wake up. Joe had never shared that story with anyone. He knew when he shared it with Matt and woke to find Matt there beside him, that their relationship was much deeper than stolen kisses and hurried sex.
Now a year later, Joe was looking forward to their planned weekend of celebration. After the time Matt had gotten hurt, Claire was hesitant about the two of them going off together. This time they were going camping. Unfortunately Claire had insisted they take Andy and Lloyd had somehow ended up inviting himself too. Matt had insisted it was even better if Lloyd came. Lloyd could stay at camp with Andy while they stole away someplace and celebrated their anniversary. Matt was so enthusiastic about it that Joe grudgingly accepted the situation. His mind was already working overtime on how he could be alone all night with Matt.
Lloyd had gotten a hold of his mother's RV. He had to pay for a trip to Las Vegas for her to give up her treasured vehicle but it was well worth it.. The weather had changed considerably as they prepared to head to an RV resort and campground in Lake George, NY. It would take several hours of driving so the plan was to leave around midnight. Mrs. Burwell's RV wasn't bad as far as RV's went. Towards the back was the bedroom area complete with two twin beds and a sliding partition to divide the area off. It was decided that Lloyd and Andy would have the sleeping area. Coming further up was a slightly gaudy sea foam green imitation leather sofa on the left wall behind the driver's side and a Formica table with matching seating to the right. A small kitchen with range top, sink and fridge were on the left of the cabin door. A makeshift closet to the right. There was very little privacy to be had in the vehicle. Joe hoped he could convince the group to camp out one night and then steal away back to the RV with Matt in tow.
They didn't lack for food as Lloyd, Matt, Joe and Andy took inventory. Claire prepared a feast of fried chicken, potato salad, homemade pie and fresh lemonade. She took into consideration that besides her growing boys, Lloyd would also be traveling. Lloyd on the other hand provided all the junk food they could handle. From potato chips to twinkies, Joe imagined Lloyd had cleaned out the supermarket shelves for their four day trip. Matt had been more sensible. He had been working after school at an Italian restaurant. With the money he saved he purchased fruit, nuts, bottled water and healthy snacks. Joe opted for camping stables like beans, beef jerky, tortillas and dip. By the time the fridge and the cabinets were packed, there wasn't a space left.
Joe was going to drive and Matt would be his copilot. With their bags finally loaded, Claire hugged and kissed them goodbye, issuing final instructions before finally stepping out of the RV.
"Take care of my boys Joe," called out as the pulled out of the garage well past midnight.
"I will," he said, knowing one of her boys he planned to take care of very well.
The drive to Lake George was uneventful. Andy had only lasted an hour playing go fish with Lloyd. Matt carried his younger brother to the sleeping quarters and got him ready for bed. He sat with him for awhile before returning to the cab. Lloyd was sitting in the passenger seat chatting away. Matt snickered when he caught Joe's eye in the side mirror looking rather pissed. In spite of the food they had, Lloyd had spotted a rest stop with a dunkin donuts and insisted Joe turn off. An argument ensued until Matt spoke up suggesting that Joe could use a cup of coffee.
Joe acquiesced and they sent pulled into the parking area and sent Lloyd off with an order for a Box of Joe and a dozen donuts. As soon as Lloyd was gone, Joe joined his brother on the sofa, checking to make sure the hideous green drapes were fully drawn. They both instinctively looked towards the rear of the cabin before focusing their full attention on each other.
"This was a horrible idea," Joe whispered, slipping a hand between his brother's legs.
"It will get better, I promise," Matt whispered back, quickly unzipping his pants and giving Joe full access to his semi-hard cock.
"This is like being home. No privacy," Joe spoke, between nibbles at his brother's neck.
"Stop complaining and kiss me," Matt demanded.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Lloyd loved to sing and hum while he walked, he would have been in for quite a surprise. Both Roman's had gotten carried away by their passion and Joe had ended up on his knees trying to give Matt the quickest and quietest blow job ever. Matt's arms were sprawled across the back of the sofa and his legs were spread wide for his half-brother. Joe had barely gotten three good licks along the pulsating vein of his brother's shaft when they heard Lloyd whistling happily as he approached the vehicle.
"Shit," Matt cried out before clutching his mouth with both hands. Joe scrambled to his feet head whipping from the door to the back area where Andy slept.
Matt fumbled to stuff his hard cock back into his pants. It was painful but he got it done. He adjusted the jacket to cover his protrusion and Joe seated himself as casual as possible against the draperied window of the the kitchen area.
Matt kept telling him things would get better. Joe wasn't so sure. Right now more than a cup of coffee, he needed a cold shower. As always, Lloyd was oblivious when he entered. Joe force a smile on his face and filled his cup with coffee and grabbed a donut. He headed back to the cab looking over his shoulder at Matt. The younger Roman took his cue, quickly making himself a coffee and grabbing the least sugary donut before taking his rightful place beside his brother.