About My Brother, Coyote
Written by James Buchanan
48 pages / 28500 words
ISBN: 1-933389-65-6
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Seth and True are cousins, born in the same house on the Navajo reservation. That's about all they have in common, though, what with Seth going the way of a bad seed, and True living up to his name and going to college while studying with the tribe to become a medicine man.
They have one other thing in common, though. They love each other, to the point where secrets in both this world and the spirit world threaten to destroy them because of it. When they're trapped by a vicious pothunter they believe is raiding a sacred burial ground, they learn that some secrets can kill. Can these brother-cousins stay alive...and stay together?
Review
by Willa Okati
From the opening chapters of ''My Brother Coyote'', the reader is drawn into a fascinating new world. From sweet-talking an engine into starting as a cultural rite, to the all-pervading use of five-plus sentences, the reader knows they're in for an amazing ride.
True, aka ''Tick'', is a fascinating character. Very true to his roots and respectful of the old ways, he also has to face living in the modern world. More, he must deal with his ''cousin-brother'' Seth, who seems to be in trouble more than not. It's a fine line that True has to walk between honoring his culture, knowing himself, and taking care of Seth.
That's without the passion. And passion there is, bursting off every page. The author's loving attention to detail resonates through every scene, keeping the reader fascinated by a clever, twisting storyline, right up to the end. True and Seth have one of the most explosive relationships that I've had the pleasure of reading in a good while.
I would definitely recommend ''My Brother Coyote'' to anyone looking for a modern erotic story with a touch of the mystical and things beyond our ken.
Sample
True took the far end of the cot, legs splayed over either side, elbows bracing his back up against the thin, canvas wall. Before he arranged himself, Seth held his hand out for the coffee. With a smirk True passed it over. Seth lifted the thermos and took swig. A shudder, followed by a painful grimace,
“Ahg, bro, monkeys make better coffee than that.” Lanky legs slung over one side, head lolling off the other, Seth gave another strangled choke.
“When did your mother start hating you?”
“The day it tastes good is the day I’d worry.” True’s laugh sounded. Three years had deepened it, refined it to something warm and comfortable. “That’d be when she was hiding something awful in it.” He couldn’t stop looking at Seth, drinking him in. How had he gone from that gangly teenager, whose bones were too big for his skin, to this gorgeous creature in front of him?
Hesitant, Seth rested a hand on True’s knee. Fire drifted up his thigh with the touch. “Look at you.” In the mirror of Seth’s eyes his own sharp cheeks, nutmeg skin and deep-set eyes confronted him. Like many Dîné, despite the hard angles of his features, he had a quiet softness about him. “You grew up on me.”
“Not according to mom.” True sat up and leaned forward, elbows on knees. “She says I’m just one more kid underfoot.”
Seth traced the inseam of True’s jeans, “Don’t see no kids around here bro.”
In that moment, three years vanished. They were back in that horrible trailer sitting on Seth’s bed, never having been apart. A slow burn started between True’s legs and seeped out over his body. Three years of aching. Three years of longing. It was three years more than he could stand. True’s hand slid along Seth’s cheek. “Do you remember?” Deep mahogany eyes searched amber. “I remember. I remember how much I wanted you, how little time we had.”
Seth’s hand moved from his leg. Pulling himself up, perched on the edge of the cot, Seth nodded, “I remember.” Motor oil, alfalfa and new clothes scent overwhelmed True’s senses. Underneath it all was the warm, animal smell of Seth. Lids fell over amber eyes and Seth’s tongue rode his lips. “Bro, you don’t want this. Don’t want me.”
“I do.” True sat on the blanket with its blue and white stripes. Boot heel hooked on the edge of the cot, chin resting on a denim clad knee, “I waited for you.”
“What do you mean you’ve waited?”
“I mean I waited so it could be with you.”
“Aw, Tick.” Palms pressed against his face, Seth hid from the words. “Aw shit, Tick, why?”
“Because your heart is mine. We were always meant to be with each other.”
Shame flickered across Seth’s face. It showed with how he bit at his lip, how he studied the ground under the cot. True knew where that shame came from. “It’s okay. You were out in their world.” He could forgive Seth for not waiting. “Things are so different there.” True leaned in, resting his weight on his hand, twining the fingers of the other with Seth’s. “I understand.”
The memory of that hot, desperate first kiss drove him forward. His mouth locked on his cousin’s, tongue driving inside. True was already struggling with unzipping Seth’s jeans. He was done with waiting.