Chapter 1

"C'mon Chris, it'll be a laugh." Jack gave his brother's arm an encouraging squeeze.

"Yeah, I suppose," Chris replied, still looking a little apprehensive. "But if you ever show them to anyone, or even tell anyone about me posing, you're dead."

"I promise," laughed Jack. "Though I don't know why you are making such a big deal of it; it's not as if you're gonna be naked or anything."

"I won't be far off naked," Chris frowned. "I can imagine what some of your friends would say if they got to see me like that."

"Shit, Chris, you’d wear less at the beach."

"Yeah, but if I were at the beach I wouldn't be standing around in silly poses."

Jack had to agree with his younger brother on that point. Chris had never been a show-off, especially as far as his body was concerned. Not that the fourteen-year-old had anything to be ashamed of; far from it, when it came to looks, Chris was major league. As a pre-teen, he had often been described as cute, but since he had hit puberty and his body had started to fill out, "cute" no longer seemed adequate. Medium length, dark-blond hair and steel-blue eyes set in a smooth, unblemished face gave him looks that most boys would envy. But add to that a smile that could melt ice at a hundred paces and the finely muscled body of a born athlete and the result was enough to quicken the hearts of most girls and even a good number of boys. And one of those boys was Jack.

Jack was sixteen and gay. He had always been attracted to other boys; well, perhaps not always, but certainly for as far back as he could remember. But it came as a shock, even to him, to discover that he was turned on by his own brother.

Recently most of Jack's sexual fantasies had involved Chris in some way, but at no time did Jack ever expect it to go beyond fantasy. Unfortunately for the older boy, Chris' natural modesty, combined with the fact that Jack, Chris and their younger brother, Alex, all had their own bedrooms, meant that Jack rarely even managed to see the object of his fantasies shirtless, and it had been several years since he had seen him naked. Jack had dreamt up numerous schemes that would allow him to catch Chris wearing a little less clothing, but each one was more unrealistic or impractical than the last. Then, for his sixteenth birthday several days earlier, Jack's parents had given him a digital camera.

It hadn't taken long for the birthday boy to realise the potential of this gift. He knew that he would have to move slowly and carefully, but given time and patience he was certain that Chris could be persuaded to expose practically everything for the camera; purely in fun of course.

Over the past couple of days, Jack had taken every possible opportunity to photograph both Chris and Alex, using the excuse that he needed to practice using the camera. Eleven year old Alex had proved to be a natural flirt; he loved being in front of the camera and took great delight in posing and pulling ridiculous faces. There had even been times when the youngest brother had pleaded to have his picture taken. Jack had been only too willing to oblige, and already had quite a nice selection of pictures of the boy stored away on the hard-disk of his PC. Yet whilst Jack fully intended to get Alex to show a little more skin, it was thoughts of Chris that set his pulse racing and his hands trembling. Now, at last, he had been given a chance to take his plans to the next level.

The two boys had the house to themselves for the evening, as their parents had gone out to dinner and Alex was at a friend’s house. Flicking through the TV channels they had come across a show about body-builders and had spent a happy half hour laughing and joking about the over-developed musculature sported by some of the men on the show. As the show ended and Chris began channel hopping, Jack suggested that it might be fun to recreate some of the poses they had just been watching. Chris had appeared to think it over for a few seconds and then, to Jack's surprise, had agreed.

But now, up in Jack's bedroom, Chris seemed to be having second thoughts.

"I'll tell you what," Jack suggested, "let's just do a few shots with your shirt off to start with. Then if you feel too silly we can stop. "

"OK," Chris nodded, readily agreeing to the compromise. He turned his back on his older brother and quickly pulled his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it down onto the bed. As he turned back he had his arms folded self-consciously in front of his bare chest.

Jack raised the camera to his eye and took a quick snap. "That's great, but can you try and look a bit more relaxed? You look like you're waiting to be tortured. Try and relax a little. Oh, and try and smile."

Chris dropped his arms to his sides putting his hands on his hips. A strained smile appeared on his face.

"Well, I suppose that's a little better," Jack conceded. And indeed it was. He now had an unobstructed view of his brother’s hot, shirtless torso. He took some more shots, trying to ignore the stirring in his own pants. "C'mon man, flex those pecs."

Chris pulled his shoulders back and pushed his chest out in imitation of the bodybuilders they had been watching earlier. His smile was already beginning to look more natural as he settled into the game. For the next few minutes he moved through one set pose after another. He was in pretty good shape for his age, but even so, in many of the poses, flexing his muscles had very little noticeable effect.

The lack of huge muscles didn't worry Jack in the slightest. "Hey, man, you're beautiful," he said, smiling happily as he clicked away with the camera.

Blushing red, Chris gave a laugh. "I don't think so. You're lucky the camera hasn't blown up in your hands."

"No chance of that." It was time to up the ante. Jack tried to keep a nervous tremor from his voice. "How about losing the pants and trying a few in your boxers?"

"Yeah, ok." Chris' face split in a mischievous grin.

Jack felt his heart begin to beat faster in anticipation as he watched Chris' hands move to his belt. Things were going far better than he had dared hope.

However, it was not to be. There was a sound from downstairs: the front door opening.

"Shit!" Jack muttered to himself, as Chris quickly refastened his belt and dived for his shirt, pulling it over his head in a panic.

There were footsteps running up the stairs and then Alex's voice. "Anybody home? Where are you guys?"

"In here," Chris replied, trying to get his shirt straight.

Alex's head appeared around the door. The eleven-year-old was almost as cute as Chris had been at that age and he had a constant twinkle in his eyes that made everyone instantly fall in love with him. However, at that moment, Jack could cheerfully have strangled him.

"What have you guys been up to?" Alex asked, looking suspiciously at his two older brothers.

"Just messing around," Jack replied, quickly. "I thought you were going to be out all evening."

"Jamie wasn't feeling so good, so I left early," the boy explained, throwing himself down onto Jack's bed. "Have you guys eaten yet? I'm starved!"

Jack shook his head. Try as he might he couldn't stay annoyed with Alex. "No, but I've got a little spare cash; how about we phone for a pizza?"

"Great," Alex bounded to his feet. "Then we can all sit and watch a movie."

"Yeah," Jack agreed, reluctantly. He watched as Chris headed out of the room, his arm around Alex's shoulders. It looked like his plans would have to wait until another day. Then he smiled to himself and tapped the camera in his hand, thinking about some of the pictures he had managed to get. The evening hadn't been a total loss.

 

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