The smell is revolting, if he were a normal person, he'd probably be disgusted, but the smell alone has his cock throbbing in his pants, the thought of what the smell is, has him panting and has his body alight with pleasure.

    The guilt inside him just adding fuel to the flames and making his body burn more for Brady.

    His shaky, panting breaths fill the mostly silent room, he knows he should be quiet, but he's feeling on edge more than ever, and his body can't stop quickly breathing in Brady's scent from the boxers. He's never been this turned on in his life.

    He knows he shouldn't be doing this, no normal brother would do this to their own brother. Hell, no normal person would do this to someone at all, period.

    He knows it's fucked up. He's fucked up.

    His hand slides down his body and over his workout shorts, slowly stroking himself through the shorts, already fully hard just from Brady's scent. He can't get enough of it.

    He hesitates for a second before pulling the boxers away from his face and looking down at them, looking at the inside of them, where Bradys cock would touch it, and feeling pleaure shoot up his spine. He turns it inside out and brings the crotch area up to his nose, taking a deep inhale of the scent.

    He moans loudly at the smell, it's not a good smell but it's purely Brady's scent.

    He sticks his tongue out and runs it over the boxers, licking up the old remnants of sweat and trying to get the scent all in his mouth. Pushing the fabric into his mouth and getting it wet with his saliva, then sucking on the fabric. A rush of tangy, sweat-tasting saliva rushing back into his mouth.

    He pushes his hand into his workout shorts, sliding the shorts down enough to pull himself out and starts jerking himself off as he sucks and sniffs at the boxers.

    He's too lost in his hazy pleasure that he doesn't notice the door opening, or even the heavy footsteps that accompany it.

    "Matthew? Are those...?"

    Matthew immediately whips around towards Brady, wide-eyed and heart beating quickly. He rushes to cover himself, shoving himself back into his boxers and workout shorts and turning around, facing his back towards Brady so Brady can't see the boxers in his hands.

    "Matthew, what was that"

    "Nothing, get out"

    "No, tell me what that was," Brady says getting closer, his footsteps loud in the room.

    "Turn around, Matthew"

    "Fuck off Brady, I'm busy" Matthew says, wrapping his arms around himself and shielding the boxers. Stepping further away from Brady, trying to avoid him.

    "Matthew, turn around." Brady says, grabbing Matthew by his shoulders and forcing him to turn around.

    Matthew tries to fight him off and it leads to Brady attempting to throw Matthew onto the ground so he can wrestle it out of Matthews hands, which leads to them scuffling for a while before Brady has Matthew pinned down to the ground on his back, the boxers triumphantly resting on Matthews chest, just close enough to his face that he can smell them, which does nothing to help with his erection.

    Brady sitting on his lap also isn't helping either.

    Matthew doesn't know what to say, how to defend himself. Brady also doesn't seem to know what to say yet, just holding Matthew down with an intense look in his eyes. Matthew is expecting Brady to punch him a couple times and declare they're not brothers anymore after what he did, it's what any normal brother would do. And Brady's not like Matthew. Brady is normal.

    "I promise....it's not...."

    "It's not what, Matthew?"

   Matthew doesn't know where he was even going with that. Was he gonna say "it's not what it looks like"? It was exactly what it looks like, and he can tell Brady knows that.

    "These are my boxers." Brady says, stating a fact.

    Matthew can feel his throat constricting like he's about to scream or cry. Maybe both. But he nods in agreement, they are his. He knew they were his. He had purposely grabbed his.

    "And you were jerking off to it? Like some creep?"

    Matthew just exhales through his nose, turning his head away, not wanting to have to face Brady right now. Even though he knows he owes him an explanation. He knows Brady deserves it, he's probably freaking out, but he just doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know if he can say it.

    Even though this is possibly the worse moment of his life, he's still hard and Brady is pressed right against it, he knows Brady can feel it, but he's not moving away. Brady's warmth is pressed right up against his cock.

    Brady's hands let go of Matthews arms, but Matthew still doesn't move them, feeling caught. Like prey in a trap.

    Brady's hand goes down to the boxers and he picks them up, inspecting them and bringing them up to his face. Taking an inhale of the scent and immediately making a disgusted face and yanking them away from his face.

    "You're such a fucking freak, Matthew," Brady mumbles before shoving the boxers against Matthews nose and mouth, holding it there so that all he can breath in is his scent.

    "Push my arm off if you don't want this Matthew, I'll give you what you need." Brady whispers.

    Matthews is trying to catch up to the sudden change of things, but all he can think about is Brady's scent, Brady in his lap, Brady whispering in his ear, Brady, Brady, Brady, Brady.

    Matthew lets out a loud muffled moan and his hand goes up to Brady's hand, not to push it away but to hold on to it, to push the boxers down harder on his face. His hips bucking up against Brady's ass and whining in intense pleasure.

    He can't believe this is happening.

    Brady lifts off of Matthews lap, causing Matthew to whine at the loss of warmth and contact, his mind too hazy to react much more than that.

    But he feels Brady take his hand and push it down towards his cock, making him palm himself. "Let me see what you were doing before I walked in, Matthew."

    Matthew groans and pushes his shorts and boxers down low enough to pull his cock out, and he goes back to quickly stroking himself. A new fire burning in him as he feels Brady watching him. As he feels Brady's hand stroking up and down his stomach as he slowly pushes his shirt up. He desperately huffs at the boxers now with Brady's permission.

    Brady's hand moves further up, pushing his shirt up under his armpits and smoothing his hand down Matthews torso. His fingers stopping to dig into Matthews stomach which has Matthew bucking quickly up into his fist.

    "Show me how much you like it. How much you like how I smell...." Brady murmurs, his head lowering and he presses his lips to Matthews chest. Kissing multiple spots down until he reaches Matthew right nipple, licking it and sucking it into his mouth.

    Brady watches as Matthew presses the boxers to his face with one hand, and jerks himself off quickly with the other. He can feel Matthews stomach tensing beneath his fingers, and can feel the way Matthews body keeps jerking and squirming.

    He wants Matthew to cum on the boxers, so he pulls away from Matthews nipple and he tells him that.

    Almost immediately Matthew is groaning loudly and pulling the boxers away from his face, using them to wrap around his dick to jerk off into. His arm going over his face and messing with his hair.

    Brady comes closer his face close to Matthews face, and leans down and kisses him, their first ever kiss. Matthews hand is gripping at his hair, and he feels his body tense up, a loud groan leaving him. And he's cumming into the boxers. Letting out little moans as he strokes himself through the orgasm and trembling from the aftershocks.

    Him and Brady are still kissing when it finally hits him. What he just did. What they just did. The consequences of what they did.