Curse of Curves (her bone structure screams Touch Her! Touch Her!)
Title: Curse of Curves
Summary: Joe likes to dress up as a girl. Nick finds it unbearably hot.
Word count: ~3,300
Warnings: Cross dressing. Incest. Dry humping.
Author's note: Written a while ago, not my best work, but one of my favorites. Credit for title goes to Cute is What We Aim For.
~*~
Joe doesn't know when this whole thing started. When he lost interest in being so masculine, and instead tried his all to bring out his feminine side.
It began with stopping his workouts completely, resulting in his body losing all its muscles in less than third the time he took to build them up. He began some form of diet, strictly vegetables and fruits with the occasional starchy food.
He was rewarded by a slim figure, minus his thighs. But he'd learned to embrace them, because, after all, they looked amazing beneath short skirts. He began to grow his hair, only trimming it every five to six weeks to avoid damage.
He'd even began to straighten his hair when it was long enough, sometimes spending hours sitting in front of his mirror, perfecting his hair. Then started the make-up. It started with a swipe of clear gloss on his bottom lip, for the lone fact that it made it look plumper, fatter, irresistible.
Eyeliner, though, was a weakness that quickly took him down. Many mistakes his eyes for brown, so to make the amber pop, he'd wear dark eyeliner, smudged underneath his eyes in a perfect, mysterious manner. He'd even use green once in a while, just to see if people would mistake the reflection in his eyes for their true color. They did.
Finally, the clothes. It was a steady progress, moving from baggy jeans to tight, nearly impossible to slip on skinny jeans. His shirts became tighter, shorter, allowing just a glimpse of his smooth skin whenever he stretched. He made sure to do it often when he saw the effect it had on others.
At home, though, Joe couldn't get any more daring. He'd try tiny shorts and even tinier skirts, just to see how soft and sexy his newly shaved legs would look. He'd wear lacy tops that brought out his barely there delicate curves.
He'd go all out on his make-up and refer to himself as Joanne, because Josephine was a stupid name. But it all stayed in his room, hidden at the very back corner of his closet.
***
It's Saturday night and the Jonas house is almost empty. Paul and Denise are out visiting family relatives with a restless Frankie tugged behind them. Kevin is with Danielle, of course, enjoying the married life. Nick was at some party or get together, none of the family members had understood his mumbled response when asked what he'd be doing that night.
Joanne however, was in her room, grinning at her reflection as she played with her hair, trying to figure out what new look she should try out for the night. She finally decided to leave it down, running a flat iron through the locks quickly before delicately curling the ends.
Her make-up was already done, a smudge of eyeliner on her bottom eye lids and a careful canvas was made of her lips. Lipstick and lip liner outlining her pouty lips with a smidge of gloss at the center, just to draw more attention to them.
She moved to her closet, stripped down to only a pair of white cotton panties. She hated how her chest couldn't fill out any bra, even the ones intended for the 'training' of premature ten year olds. Life is so unfair.
Within minutes she was pulling a short white skirt up her sun kissed legs, thankful that the zipper and button were on the side of the garment, rather than the front. She twirled once, a small smile gracing her lips as the skirt twisted with the air.
She slipped on her top, taking care not to crinkle the soft material. Next thing she knew, she was back at her mirror, admiring how the pretty top fit her curves snugly. With a last minute decision she tied a wide black ribbon around her waist in the form of a belt.
Fluffing up her hair and throwing herself a flirtatious wink, she couldn't help but burst into soft giggles. Smile stretching her mouth enough that her white teeth peek out from beneath her lips, she fastened a delicate silver chain around her neck, the small J falling into the dip of her shirt.
She'd gotten the necklace while she was out shopping once. She'd discovered that her small town actually had a Juicy Couture store, and all the pinkness and girliness of the shop attracted her. She'd found the jewelry lying beautifully within one of the show cases.
It had taken a few months' allowance, but she'd finally been able to buy it, and never was she happier purchasing anything else. She looked at herself in the mirror once more and she just couldn't get off of how right she looked
Eyes wide and shining with joy, her skin echoed her happiness, tanned and shimmering from the body glimmer she'd dusted onto her shoulders, neck and chest. Her clothes were innocent enough, and just seductive enough with the low dip of her shirt and the dangerously high cut of the skirt.
Her thoughts, however, ended quickly, because Joanne easily frightened, and she shrieked, high pitched yet delicate. So Joe resurfaced, nervously trying to find an explanation as to why he was in girl's clothes.
***
Nick was growing bored and growing bored quickly. Granted, he was at a party and he was, well, partying. But still, he was tired of the half naked girls all but throwing themselves at his feet in attempt to get laid. And if Nick was being honest, it did anything but turn him on.
Normally, he'd wait around until about ten or so girls had hit on him before he'd pick his favorite of them and disappear upstairs with her in one of the rooms. Nick is still a virgin though, in the sense that he hasn't stuck his cock in anything but willing girls' mouths.
He seldom felt guilty though, because, first of all, the girls were pretty much begging for it, so it's not like he was taking advantage of them. And second, he was nearly eighteen, at his sexual peak, and he's rather enjoy it, because he was sure that his stamina could only stay up for so long.
But that night, Nick just wasn't into it, and so he decided that he'd have to find something better than to mess around with some girl. He pushed away the girl that was half-grinding into him, half-whispering into his ears all the things that she'd let him do to her. Let's just say that list was long and very creative.
He ran a hand through his curls once he was free of the girl and began to walk in the direction to the door. He waved off those who tried to talk to him, or offer him a drink that was undoubtedly spiked even though everyone at the party was under the age of twenty-one.
Once he was outside, he breathed in, allowing the cool crisp air to enter his lungs and holding it in until it started to burn a little.
He finally breathed out as he closed his eyes, lips forming a small frown as he realized how glad he was to be away from the party. Nick Jonas was supposed to be social, supposed to attend every party high school had to offer and never be glad to be away from parties.
It was his duty as a 'jock.' How anyone thought big, burly guys would have fun at so many parties-and at least half of them were an excuse for girls to show off their new slutty outfits without being expelled from school-Nick didn’t know.
Perhaps it was for the cheerleaders, more often than not dressed in skirts that would reveal the bottoms of their underwear, if they wore any in the first place, so that they could 'bond,' or in other words, fuck in a place other than under the bleachers of the school's field.
But Nick didn't really join the baseball and soccer team to get the girls, though he did enjoy that benefit, he did it more out of his love for sports and having the sun beat down on him while he had an excuse to run around for no reason.
And, well, it got his mind off of other things. Like how he enjoys looking at boys more than he does girls, regardless of how many girls he's been with. Or how he, while figuring out this whole being gay thing, had somehow, just maybe looked at his older brother's body too hard, because he had popped a boner quicker than ever before when he saw Joe step out of a shower shirtless.
It, naturally, freaked him out, to the point that he had avoided Joe for a week straight, using any and every excuse to be away from him. Eventually, he knew he was powerless to stop his feelings, and hoped that it was just some teenage phase, rather than actual incest.
Needless to say, he hadn't told anyone, afraid that he would get shit for it. So he kept it in and did everything that he could to distract himself from reality. Partying and spending time with tons of girls being one of them.
It worked for the most part and Nick couldn't be gladder, especially when he found out just how good his acting skills are, and how easily he could hide his secret. Sure, it could be overbearing sometimes, but nothing too bad to handle. After all, he was a teenager, and hormones got every teenager.
***
Upon finding the front door of the Jonas family unlocked, Nick frowned, wondering if Joe knew how stupid of a move it was to do that. He eased the door open, slipping inside before closing the door as quietly as he could.
He wasn't supposed to return home for another hour and a half, but he had decided to ditch and just go back home, giving the excuse that he wasn't feeling well. So he would use it to his advantage and give Joe a scare to try and teach him not to leave the door open.
Nick stole upstairs, years of practice allowing him to climb the stairs without a single creak or groan from the wooden boards. Walking slowly and softly down the hall, Nick couldn't contain his devious smirk as he paused in front of Joe's door.
He placed his hand on the door knob, twisting it slowly so it wouldn't make a noise, before abruptly throwing the door open; making it hit the wall with a cringe-worthy bang. Oh well, Nick thought, we're getting the rooms painted next month anyways.
A shriek suddenly sounded and Nick actually cringed this time. He looked up and his breath suddenly caught, eyes going wide at the sight in front of him. Well, looks like Joe beat him with the shock factor. Or maybe Jo would be a better name.
In all his years, Nick had never imagined Joe to be in girl clothes. Sure, he did look a little girly with his hair grown out and what with his thighs and all, but Nick never thought he'd go all out and actually look like a girl.
And what scared him the most was the next thought that ran through his mind, Joe actually looked pretty fuckable right now.
***
Joe's eyes were unbelievably wide, lips parting and meeting as he tried to form words that would excuse his current situation. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a half-assed excuse forming on the tip of his tongue. Nick spoke.
"I knew you always loved your looks, I didn't know you'd go that far to get a girl that looks exactly like you," Nick said, a forced smile on his face, despite the shock still residing there. It made for a comical expression.
Joe knew that his younger brother was only kidding, something about brother's intuition told him that, so he gave a slightly breathless chuckle. One that showed just how nervous and afraid he was, and he kind of hated himself because he knew that Nick would easily be able to read his emotions.
"It was a dare."
There was a moment of silence, because really, that sentence came out of nowhere, and suddenly, Joe's cheeks turned pink. It was Nick's turn to chuckle and he lifted an eyebrow at Joe.
"Really, Joe?" he said it in that sarcastic way that let Joe know just how skeptical he is and then he was back to talking, voice softer this time. "You know it's just me, right? You don't have to lie to me, I can actually keep a secret." He then smiled a smile that hinted at something that he knows that everyone else doesn't.
Joe bowed his head, chewing at his bottom lip and immediately regretted it when the taste of lipstick flooded his mouth. He frowned turning back to grab a tissue, cheeks still red, before moving to wipe his lips of the dark color.
Nick, however, stopped him by grabbing his wrist, stopping his movement effectively. His eyes locked onto Joe's and Joe can't help but feel ashamed of himself. He lowered his gaze, eyes watering and suddenly he was thankful for his waterproof make-up because he doesn't know if he could stand having eye-liner stained tear tracks coating his cheeks.
Suddenly, he sniffled and then he was being tugged into Nick's arms. There was a big, warm hand rubbing at his back, smoothing his hicuppy sobs away before they even had time to climb up his throat and out of his slightly parted lips.
"It's okay, Joe," Nick murmured quietly. "It doesn't make me think any less of you."
For some reason, that got Joe even more choked up, and as soon as Nick realized, he had his arms wrapped around Joe's waist, rocking them from side to side as he hummed a random tune in his older brother's ear.
It took a while, but Joe was finally calm. His torso wasn't shaking as much from all the contained sobs, and the big lump in the base of his throat quickly melted away. His eyes weren't wet anymore, and Nick used it as an opportunity to speak without having Joe breaking down completely.
"If I'm being honest, I think you look really pretty, maybe even beautiful right now." His voice was soft and warm and sounded completely different with a foreign emotion lying heavy in his voice.
Nick could feel the warmth that flooded in Joe's cheeks from where it was pressed against his neck and he couldn't help but smile.
"Now you're blushing too?" It wasn't said in a mean manner, or even a teasing one, but rather affectionately and it made Joe grin.
"What's so wrong with blushing?" he asked in a soft murmur, huffing in mock offense.
"Nothing," Nick replied. "Nothing at all," he said teasingly.
Joe looked up at him, eyes slightly narrowed, bottom lip jutting out just the slightest bit.
"Don't make me hurt you."
Nick snorted before laughing loudly.
"You wanna try?"
Joe gasped playfully before swatting at Nick's upper arm.
"Is that all you've got?" Nick's voice was low and teasing and Joe was never one to back down from a challenge.
Just as he raised his arms, about to hit Nick, Nick grabbed his wrists. He smirked down at him before gently pushing him back slowly until Joe was lying on his bed, completely cornered. Before Joe could say anything about the new position, Nick grabbed his sides, tickling him hard enough to leave him shrieking and squirming with laughter.
"Nick!"
"What?"
"Stop," he begged, pouting as best as he could through his involuntary laughter.
"No."
"Please?"
"No," Nick replied, smirking.
When Joe's face began to turn red from laughter and lack of breath, Nick finally paused. It was then he noticed their position. Joe was on his back, out of breath and letting out an occasional soft groan while Nick was kneeling between his spread legs.
The realization hit him hard, but maybe not as hard as his dick at that moment. That made Nick's eyes pop wide open and Joe looked up at him with concern, asking what was wrong. Nick only waved him off and, again, demanded an explanation as soon as they were both sitting up, a few inches of space between them.
And so Joe did just that, talked and talked until he had explained the whole story in detail, eyes occasionally tearing up. But Nick never failed to reach out and squeeze his hand gently, reminding him that he didn't need to know the whole story if Joe didn't want to tell it.
Joe of course, shushed him and continued, until there was a silence between them while Nick rethought the whole thing over. Secretly, he was thinking about how hot this whole thing was, but would he tell Joe that? Of course not.
***
They'd spent the last hour talking at ease, knowing that their parents wouldn't show up until tomorrow morning when their mother had called, saying something about a storm on its way. So they didn't let anything worry them, Joe still in his whole girl get up and Nick still as hard as ever, though he always kept something on his lap to keep that fact from being known.
It was sometime between Nick's questions and Joe's answers that Joe suddenly found himself being pinned to the bed, Nick's soft lips on his. And that was their first kiss-not including the numerous ones they'd shared at a very young age, when incest was just another grown up word that they'd yet to learn-fast, rough yet caring and passionate.
It had taken Joe by surprise, leaving his mouth slightly open and Nick had taken that to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside Joe's mouth. And so he bit and licked and sucked, claiming Joe's lips as his own in heated whispers between wet and loud kisses.
Joe laughed but didn't object, only threading his fingers through Nick's hair and tugging him closer. Somewhere along the process, their hips began to rut against each other's desperate for some friction. Joe was loud and needy and that oh-so-hot mouth of his was wide open, heavy breaths pushing in and out of his lungs.
His wrists were held above his head by one of Nick's hands, the other hand tracing under his shirt, touching the soft skin that was hidden there. Nick leaned down sucking a bright mark on his collar bone, hips still pushing desperately and Joe suddenly came when Nick tugged at his long hair.
Abruptly, Nick stilled, but Joe was far too gone in his orgasm to really notice, and looked down below him. To say that it was a hot sight would be an understatement. And staring at Joe's orgasm face along with his erection-worthy body writhing beneath Nick, Nick couldn't help but reach down ad palm himself.
It only took three or four rubs before he exploded in his pants, muffling his low groan with a bit to Joe's shoulder. They shared another brief kiss while Nick flowed through his post-climax state, touches gentler and less needy than before.
And as Nick collapsed onto the bed besides Joe, wrapping an arm around his thin waist, he couldn't help but decide that he really liked this feminine side of Joe. When he voiced this out loud, Joe laughed and promised that it wouldn't be the last time.
~*~
Summary: Joe likes to dress up as a girl. Nick finds it unbearably hot.
Word count: ~3,300
Warnings: Cross dressing. Incest. Dry humping.
Author's note: Written a while ago, not my best work, but one of my favorites. Credit for title goes to Cute is What We Aim For.
~*~
Joe doesn't know when this whole thing started. When he lost interest in being so masculine, and instead tried his all to bring out his feminine side.
It began with stopping his workouts completely, resulting in his body losing all its muscles in less than third the time he took to build them up. He began some form of diet, strictly vegetables and fruits with the occasional starchy food.
He was rewarded by a slim figure, minus his thighs. But he'd learned to embrace them, because, after all, they looked amazing beneath short skirts. He began to grow his hair, only trimming it every five to six weeks to avoid damage.
He'd even began to straighten his hair when it was long enough, sometimes spending hours sitting in front of his mirror, perfecting his hair. Then started the make-up. It started with a swipe of clear gloss on his bottom lip, for the lone fact that it made it look plumper, fatter, irresistible.
Eyeliner, though, was a weakness that quickly took him down. Many mistakes his eyes for brown, so to make the amber pop, he'd wear dark eyeliner, smudged underneath his eyes in a perfect, mysterious manner. He'd even use green once in a while, just to see if people would mistake the reflection in his eyes for their true color. They did.
Finally, the clothes. It was a steady progress, moving from baggy jeans to tight, nearly impossible to slip on skinny jeans. His shirts became tighter, shorter, allowing just a glimpse of his smooth skin whenever he stretched. He made sure to do it often when he saw the effect it had on others.
At home, though, Joe couldn't get any more daring. He'd try tiny shorts and even tinier skirts, just to see how soft and sexy his newly shaved legs would look. He'd wear lacy tops that brought out his barely there delicate curves.
He'd go all out on his make-up and refer to himself as Joanne, because Josephine was a stupid name. But it all stayed in his room, hidden at the very back corner of his closet.
***
It's Saturday night and the Jonas house is almost empty. Paul and Denise are out visiting family relatives with a restless Frankie tugged behind them. Kevin is with Danielle, of course, enjoying the married life. Nick was at some party or get together, none of the family members had understood his mumbled response when asked what he'd be doing that night.
Joanne however, was in her room, grinning at her reflection as she played with her hair, trying to figure out what new look she should try out for the night. She finally decided to leave it down, running a flat iron through the locks quickly before delicately curling the ends.
Her make-up was already done, a smudge of eyeliner on her bottom eye lids and a careful canvas was made of her lips. Lipstick and lip liner outlining her pouty lips with a smidge of gloss at the center, just to draw more attention to them.
She moved to her closet, stripped down to only a pair of white cotton panties. She hated how her chest couldn't fill out any bra, even the ones intended for the 'training' of premature ten year olds. Life is so unfair.
Within minutes she was pulling a short white skirt up her sun kissed legs, thankful that the zipper and button were on the side of the garment, rather than the front. She twirled once, a small smile gracing her lips as the skirt twisted with the air.
She slipped on her top, taking care not to crinkle the soft material. Next thing she knew, she was back at her mirror, admiring how the pretty top fit her curves snugly. With a last minute decision she tied a wide black ribbon around her waist in the form of a belt.
Fluffing up her hair and throwing herself a flirtatious wink, she couldn't help but burst into soft giggles. Smile stretching her mouth enough that her white teeth peek out from beneath her lips, she fastened a delicate silver chain around her neck, the small J falling into the dip of her shirt.
She'd gotten the necklace while she was out shopping once. She'd discovered that her small town actually had a Juicy Couture store, and all the pinkness and girliness of the shop attracted her. She'd found the jewelry lying beautifully within one of the show cases.
It had taken a few months' allowance, but she'd finally been able to buy it, and never was she happier purchasing anything else. She looked at herself in the mirror once more and she just couldn't get off of how right she looked
Eyes wide and shining with joy, her skin echoed her happiness, tanned and shimmering from the body glimmer she'd dusted onto her shoulders, neck and chest. Her clothes were innocent enough, and just seductive enough with the low dip of her shirt and the dangerously high cut of the skirt.
Her thoughts, however, ended quickly, because Joanne easily frightened, and she shrieked, high pitched yet delicate. So Joe resurfaced, nervously trying to find an explanation as to why he was in girl's clothes.
***
Nick was growing bored and growing bored quickly. Granted, he was at a party and he was, well, partying. But still, he was tired of the half naked girls all but throwing themselves at his feet in attempt to get laid. And if Nick was being honest, it did anything but turn him on.
Normally, he'd wait around until about ten or so girls had hit on him before he'd pick his favorite of them and disappear upstairs with her in one of the rooms. Nick is still a virgin though, in the sense that he hasn't stuck his cock in anything but willing girls' mouths.
He seldom felt guilty though, because, first of all, the girls were pretty much begging for it, so it's not like he was taking advantage of them. And second, he was nearly eighteen, at his sexual peak, and he's rather enjoy it, because he was sure that his stamina could only stay up for so long.
But that night, Nick just wasn't into it, and so he decided that he'd have to find something better than to mess around with some girl. He pushed away the girl that was half-grinding into him, half-whispering into his ears all the things that she'd let him do to her. Let's just say that list was long and very creative.
He ran a hand through his curls once he was free of the girl and began to walk in the direction to the door. He waved off those who tried to talk to him, or offer him a drink that was undoubtedly spiked even though everyone at the party was under the age of twenty-one.
Once he was outside, he breathed in, allowing the cool crisp air to enter his lungs and holding it in until it started to burn a little.
He finally breathed out as he closed his eyes, lips forming a small frown as he realized how glad he was to be away from the party. Nick Jonas was supposed to be social, supposed to attend every party high school had to offer and never be glad to be away from parties.
It was his duty as a 'jock.' How anyone thought big, burly guys would have fun at so many parties-and at least half of them were an excuse for girls to show off their new slutty outfits without being expelled from school-Nick didn’t know.
Perhaps it was for the cheerleaders, more often than not dressed in skirts that would reveal the bottoms of their underwear, if they wore any in the first place, so that they could 'bond,' or in other words, fuck in a place other than under the bleachers of the school's field.
But Nick didn't really join the baseball and soccer team to get the girls, though he did enjoy that benefit, he did it more out of his love for sports and having the sun beat down on him while he had an excuse to run around for no reason.
And, well, it got his mind off of other things. Like how he enjoys looking at boys more than he does girls, regardless of how many girls he's been with. Or how he, while figuring out this whole being gay thing, had somehow, just maybe looked at his older brother's body too hard, because he had popped a boner quicker than ever before when he saw Joe step out of a shower shirtless.
It, naturally, freaked him out, to the point that he had avoided Joe for a week straight, using any and every excuse to be away from him. Eventually, he knew he was powerless to stop his feelings, and hoped that it was just some teenage phase, rather than actual incest.
Needless to say, he hadn't told anyone, afraid that he would get shit for it. So he kept it in and did everything that he could to distract himself from reality. Partying and spending time with tons of girls being one of them.
It worked for the most part and Nick couldn't be gladder, especially when he found out just how good his acting skills are, and how easily he could hide his secret. Sure, it could be overbearing sometimes, but nothing too bad to handle. After all, he was a teenager, and hormones got every teenager.
***
Upon finding the front door of the Jonas family unlocked, Nick frowned, wondering if Joe knew how stupid of a move it was to do that. He eased the door open, slipping inside before closing the door as quietly as he could.
He wasn't supposed to return home for another hour and a half, but he had decided to ditch and just go back home, giving the excuse that he wasn't feeling well. So he would use it to his advantage and give Joe a scare to try and teach him not to leave the door open.
Nick stole upstairs, years of practice allowing him to climb the stairs without a single creak or groan from the wooden boards. Walking slowly and softly down the hall, Nick couldn't contain his devious smirk as he paused in front of Joe's door.
He placed his hand on the door knob, twisting it slowly so it wouldn't make a noise, before abruptly throwing the door open; making it hit the wall with a cringe-worthy bang. Oh well, Nick thought, we're getting the rooms painted next month anyways.
A shriek suddenly sounded and Nick actually cringed this time. He looked up and his breath suddenly caught, eyes going wide at the sight in front of him. Well, looks like Joe beat him with the shock factor. Or maybe Jo would be a better name.
In all his years, Nick had never imagined Joe to be in girl clothes. Sure, he did look a little girly with his hair grown out and what with his thighs and all, but Nick never thought he'd go all out and actually look like a girl.
And what scared him the most was the next thought that ran through his mind, Joe actually looked pretty fuckable right now.
***
Joe's eyes were unbelievably wide, lips parting and meeting as he tried to form words that would excuse his current situation. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a half-assed excuse forming on the tip of his tongue. Nick spoke.
"I knew you always loved your looks, I didn't know you'd go that far to get a girl that looks exactly like you," Nick said, a forced smile on his face, despite the shock still residing there. It made for a comical expression.
Joe knew that his younger brother was only kidding, something about brother's intuition told him that, so he gave a slightly breathless chuckle. One that showed just how nervous and afraid he was, and he kind of hated himself because he knew that Nick would easily be able to read his emotions.
"It was a dare."
There was a moment of silence, because really, that sentence came out of nowhere, and suddenly, Joe's cheeks turned pink. It was Nick's turn to chuckle and he lifted an eyebrow at Joe.
"Really, Joe?" he said it in that sarcastic way that let Joe know just how skeptical he is and then he was back to talking, voice softer this time. "You know it's just me, right? You don't have to lie to me, I can actually keep a secret." He then smiled a smile that hinted at something that he knows that everyone else doesn't.
Joe bowed his head, chewing at his bottom lip and immediately regretted it when the taste of lipstick flooded his mouth. He frowned turning back to grab a tissue, cheeks still red, before moving to wipe his lips of the dark color.
Nick, however, stopped him by grabbing his wrist, stopping his movement effectively. His eyes locked onto Joe's and Joe can't help but feel ashamed of himself. He lowered his gaze, eyes watering and suddenly he was thankful for his waterproof make-up because he doesn't know if he could stand having eye-liner stained tear tracks coating his cheeks.
Suddenly, he sniffled and then he was being tugged into Nick's arms. There was a big, warm hand rubbing at his back, smoothing his hicuppy sobs away before they even had time to climb up his throat and out of his slightly parted lips.
"It's okay, Joe," Nick murmured quietly. "It doesn't make me think any less of you."
For some reason, that got Joe even more choked up, and as soon as Nick realized, he had his arms wrapped around Joe's waist, rocking them from side to side as he hummed a random tune in his older brother's ear.
It took a while, but Joe was finally calm. His torso wasn't shaking as much from all the contained sobs, and the big lump in the base of his throat quickly melted away. His eyes weren't wet anymore, and Nick used it as an opportunity to speak without having Joe breaking down completely.
"If I'm being honest, I think you look really pretty, maybe even beautiful right now." His voice was soft and warm and sounded completely different with a foreign emotion lying heavy in his voice.
Nick could feel the warmth that flooded in Joe's cheeks from where it was pressed against his neck and he couldn't help but smile.
"Now you're blushing too?" It wasn't said in a mean manner, or even a teasing one, but rather affectionately and it made Joe grin.
"What's so wrong with blushing?" he asked in a soft murmur, huffing in mock offense.
"Nothing," Nick replied. "Nothing at all," he said teasingly.
Joe looked up at him, eyes slightly narrowed, bottom lip jutting out just the slightest bit.
"Don't make me hurt you."
Nick snorted before laughing loudly.
"You wanna try?"
Joe gasped playfully before swatting at Nick's upper arm.
"Is that all you've got?" Nick's voice was low and teasing and Joe was never one to back down from a challenge.
Just as he raised his arms, about to hit Nick, Nick grabbed his wrists. He smirked down at him before gently pushing him back slowly until Joe was lying on his bed, completely cornered. Before Joe could say anything about the new position, Nick grabbed his sides, tickling him hard enough to leave him shrieking and squirming with laughter.
"Nick!"
"What?"
"Stop," he begged, pouting as best as he could through his involuntary laughter.
"No."
"Please?"
"No," Nick replied, smirking.
When Joe's face began to turn red from laughter and lack of breath, Nick finally paused. It was then he noticed their position. Joe was on his back, out of breath and letting out an occasional soft groan while Nick was kneeling between his spread legs.
The realization hit him hard, but maybe not as hard as his dick at that moment. That made Nick's eyes pop wide open and Joe looked up at him with concern, asking what was wrong. Nick only waved him off and, again, demanded an explanation as soon as they were both sitting up, a few inches of space between them.
And so Joe did just that, talked and talked until he had explained the whole story in detail, eyes occasionally tearing up. But Nick never failed to reach out and squeeze his hand gently, reminding him that he didn't need to know the whole story if Joe didn't want to tell it.
Joe of course, shushed him and continued, until there was a silence between them while Nick rethought the whole thing over. Secretly, he was thinking about how hot this whole thing was, but would he tell Joe that? Of course not.
***
They'd spent the last hour talking at ease, knowing that their parents wouldn't show up until tomorrow morning when their mother had called, saying something about a storm on its way. So they didn't let anything worry them, Joe still in his whole girl get up and Nick still as hard as ever, though he always kept something on his lap to keep that fact from being known.
It was sometime between Nick's questions and Joe's answers that Joe suddenly found himself being pinned to the bed, Nick's soft lips on his. And that was their first kiss-not including the numerous ones they'd shared at a very young age, when incest was just another grown up word that they'd yet to learn-fast, rough yet caring and passionate.
It had taken Joe by surprise, leaving his mouth slightly open and Nick had taken that to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside Joe's mouth. And so he bit and licked and sucked, claiming Joe's lips as his own in heated whispers between wet and loud kisses.
Joe laughed but didn't object, only threading his fingers through Nick's hair and tugging him closer. Somewhere along the process, their hips began to rut against each other's desperate for some friction. Joe was loud and needy and that oh-so-hot mouth of his was wide open, heavy breaths pushing in and out of his lungs.
His wrists were held above his head by one of Nick's hands, the other hand tracing under his shirt, touching the soft skin that was hidden there. Nick leaned down sucking a bright mark on his collar bone, hips still pushing desperately and Joe suddenly came when Nick tugged at his long hair.
Abruptly, Nick stilled, but Joe was far too gone in his orgasm to really notice, and looked down below him. To say that it was a hot sight would be an understatement. And staring at Joe's orgasm face along with his erection-worthy body writhing beneath Nick, Nick couldn't help but reach down ad palm himself.
It only took three or four rubs before he exploded in his pants, muffling his low groan with a bit to Joe's shoulder. They shared another brief kiss while Nick flowed through his post-climax state, touches gentler and less needy than before.
And as Nick collapsed onto the bed besides Joe, wrapping an arm around his thin waist, he couldn't help but decide that he really liked this feminine side of Joe. When he voiced this out loud, Joe laughed and promised that it wouldn't be the last time.
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