Keeping Him Stuffed: m/m brocest

I never liked my big brother’s wife, and not because she gets him and I don’t. Well, not just because of that. But to say I’m not mad when she finally shows her true colors and he kicks her to the curb is an understatement. It’s also exactly the opening I need to offer him my support. And by support, I mean I come over to make sure he doesn’t have to go through the separation alone and then, you know, do my best to make sure I never have to leave. But it’s not selfish, I just want to be there for him! Okay, fine. Maybe I do want more than that, but I know I can’t have what I really want, because he’s my brother. My straight brother. But that doesn’t mean a boy can’t dream. And if I “accidentally” confiscate a certain something from his ex-wife on her way out the door to make those dreams feel a little more realistic, no one but me ever has to know. Until the night my brother finds out...