Nineth Story - Brother

Danny thought one time too many that he could make it without his big brother. After four years in jail, he wants to get revenge on the guys who got him in, but this time he wants to do it with Damian. They just have to find the guys first. And soon they realize that there are others after their prey...

The plot and heroes of this story are fictitious. Anyone who recognizes themselves in one of them is welcome to feel honoured. The story contains detailed descriptions of gay sex and brutal violence. If you don't wanna read that, just don't do it!

This story was originally published in German language in 2023. It takes place in Munich, the capital of the state of Bavaria in the south of Germany.

Reading sample

First Part - Damian

1 – Wednesday morning

I've been wondering for weeks whether Danny's first line will be Still got that old car? or I wanna kill those wankers! Are you in, big bro? when I pick him up. I've already bet with myself as I can't bet with anyone else because of the second line... I'll find out in a few minutes if he'll be in time. I light up another fag, I'm a bit excited that he's finally coming out, and lean back against my old car. Of course I'll be in, we'll do everything together! So, we'll do it again now. He'll probably have realized that it's better not to start anything without his big bro, at least not anything bigger than breaking into a kiosk and stealing fags or something. Everything else always went wrong with him when I wasn't looking after him and when he wanted to prove to me that he could do something without me... I'll take another drag on my fag, it must be almost time now. Yeah, my watch says it's time, even a few minutes over. But after four years, a few minutes doesn't matter any more...

The small door in the big gate opens and then suddenly he's standing in front of me. Grinning from ear to ear like he hasn't since... not since they took him in. And since he knows who he wants to kill for it... I throw away the half-smoked fag and check that Danny is giving it a sad look. Right, fags are worth their weight in gold in jail, nobody throws away half a fag.

I've got something better than fags in the car, little bro!

Okay, cool! ... You still have that old car!

Bingo, I've won my bet with myself! But right here in front of the gate with the guard's house next to it, it would be pretty stupid to say I wanna kill those wankers! He'll say that in the car, but first I'm grinning at him as much as he's grinning at me.

Hey, the V8 of my old 540 still hums like a... like a...

Like a bear in Siberia, you used to say!

Yeah! And it still doesn't have a satnav and isn't constantly sending to the cops about where I'm driving!

But that's no use if you don't turn off your mobile!

I always switch it to flight mode! ... Come here, little bro!

He drops his sports bag with a few clothes and I can finally hold him in my arms, which I wasn't allowed to do in jail when I visited him once a week. I hug him as tight as I can, my little bro, who's just as tall as me, only two years younger. But Danny will always be my little bro and I have to make sure he doesn't do any of that shit any more. At least not without me, so that he doesn't get fucked up again... I hear him exhale on my shoulder, very deeply.

I'm damn glad to be out! ... And now I wanna...

Get in!

Yeah! ... Actually, it's still a cool car!

You're only saying that because you know for a fact that it's my baby!

Hmmm...

Don't forget to buckle up! The cops are watching us from the guardhouse.

I don't have probation. And if I did, they wouldn't take me back for not wearing my seatbelt.

No, not for that...

I let the Siberian bear roar under the hood as a farewell greeting to the jail as I drive off. I really hope we never have to come here again, neither of us. Not as visitors and certainly not as inmates, of course. It won't be easy with what we're going to do...

So, did you survive jail well?

You know that!

Well, you certainly couldn't tell me everything in the visitors' room...

Nah, the guards there don't let you out of their sight for a second! ... Damian...?

Hmmm?

I know exactly what's coming next.

I wanna kill those wankers!

Bingo again!

Sure!

And? ... Are you in?

I wanna keep my little bro in suspense for a while, but he knows full well that I won't say No! First I fumble a joint out of my bomber pocket and light it up. I don't look at Danny, I just stare at the road through the windshield, I have to drive. I take a first puff and enjoy it, then I hand it over to Danny.

Here! Great stuff, I have a new contact.

He pulls on it and looks a bit more chilled.

So? What's about...?

Of course I'm in!

I can see in the corner of my eye how he's grinning like he did when I took him in my arms.

Cool! ... I didn't expect anything else, you're my big bro!

But this time we'll do it like I say!

Well, it's probably better this way... Four years is really enough for me!

I think so! ... And... happy birthday, little bro!

Thank you! It was a nice move by the director to give me the last six days off.

Well, six days out of four years... Open the glove compartment!

Danny takes another puff of the joint and gives it back to me, then bends over and opens it. His eyes light up, I can see that even though I have to keep looking at the road.

Wow! That's a... a P320, cool!

As a birthday present!

Thanks, dude!

Are you starting with dude again?

If you still call me little bro, I'll call you dude! But thanks, it's really cool!

Yeah, it is, I have one just like that!

So, have you tried it yet?

Of course!

Danny pulls out the magazine and stares at the top cartridge as if he had a crush on it. But I grin just as much. I know what my little bro likes...

How many bullets does it have?

Fifteen!

Awesome! And it's heavy! ... Do you also have a silencer?

You'll have to dig a little deeper in the glove compartment, it's probably under there somewhere!

What kind of stuff do you always have in there?

I don't say anything about it as Danny pulls out lots of notes, packets of fags, although they're probably all empty, a broken ice scraper, old work gloves and no idea what else and drops them in the footwell until he finally has the silencer in his hand and grins again when he's screwing it onto his birthday present.