Fear of the unknown, of change, is an emotion everyone faces. But Stevie is my youngest brother and now he realizes, with the family’s move from this house, it’s coming fast. He mentioned that this is the last time Lane will be flying in before Dad is in the new house, as if he didn’t know how to handle this. His heartfelt comments struck me deeply and made me think that Stevie has had the hardest time with this. This is his childhood home. His center. The place he could always return to, no matter what was going on. But no matter where life takes us, I'll always be there for him. I'll always be his big brother. Always. Then I also realized that Stevie considered this home as a rock through his long, long journey that neither Dad, Lane, nor I can fully comprehend. The decisions required, the ups, the downs, and the struggles he has endured. Stevie doesn’t comprehend yet just how strong he really is, and I hope that we, as his family, can help him see his real strength, his inner power to go forward and continue to be the inspiration he has become to the rest of us. Stevie went on to say that he is going to miss this summer. I agreed. During this summer, all four of us became closer, a lot closer, to the point that for the first time in our lives we have bonded sexually, primarily directed toward fucking Stevie, including spit-roasting him in three-way family fun. Also, Dad, Lane and I became more affectionate too, with hugs, an occasional light kiss, or an embrace while pounding Stevie’s man pussy.Stevie scooted over to me, and we kissed. With my arm around his shoulder, I pulled him closer, our kissing getting more urgent. He unbuttoned my shirt and moved down to take off my pants. But then I realized, in the short amount of time we had available, this needed to be about Stevie, not me. He needed me, here and now. After I took off his pants, I moved between his legs and dove in, eating out his man pussy with urgency, possibly harder than I have ever done before. In doing so, he responded to me in an almost electrical force, moaning, opening his legs more, urging me to dig in deeper with my tongue, fingering his lips and sucking his t-dick, holding him as he started to buck on my mouth, until he said, “Oh yeah, just like that!” He kept begging me to not stop and that I was going to make him cum. And cum he did, like I have never seen him cum before, leaving his man pussy sopping wet. When I moved up to kiss him afterward, he said, “I want you to fuck me,” and I told him we would when I got back. I always look forward to the times we spend together, now more than ever.