This the avowedly write up of my for the first time sexual encounter with my younger brother. He's like 18 months younger than me.

We grew up in a rather Conservative household. My mom hated that supporter would come over to our house, we weren't allowed to visit friends at their house as well so we spend the majority of our teenage days at home with no outside contact, besides at school.

I discovered masturbation by accident and even believed that I discovered something that nobody knew. I had intimate training a few weeks before but of track they never told us about orgasms or how unspoilt it felt. So one Night I was exploring myself by a bit with touching and discovered that I kinda matte dainty to mimic that there was something around my dick. I was rubbing myself for a very long clip, don't really know what to expect, but I kept on going because it somehow felt better and amend, and then suddenly I came for the first time. What did just occur ?

From that day on, masturbation became a day by day habit.

Some years later, I discovered that my brother did it too.

On Fridays we had our weekly rain shower. Yep, we only showered once a week, to pull through water mom said.

Anyway, one day I looked through the keyhole to spy on my brother coming out of the shower bath. I was rum and wanted to compare size or something. And I suddenly saw him playing with his tool and started jerking off. Completely in different way I was doing it, but nevertheless with same results. The charge of peeping, doing something naughty was probably the prominent fun. Now the unusual affair was that he did that like in the paragon viewing angle of the keyhole, I used to do it behind the cascade curtain, which made me wonder if he did that on determination. So to test my possibility I dared to do it too in presence of the viewing angle, and indeed I heard a tile crack and some shuffle racket outside the bathroom door. So from that present moment I knew he was watching me too. The knowledge of exposing myself turned me on a lot and probably him too, because we both kept on doing it without making it obvious we knew about each other.

Some time later, on a schoolday eventide I finished some homework and I heard my comrade playing games on the computer. We had one of those betimes Apple mackintosh data processor in the Attic. The attic was our playground, with Quran and toys etc.

That evening I was dressed as common in my sweatpants, no underclothes. And like boys in their betimes puberty, near of the evening playing with my dick while doing homework. I didn't had an coming yet but I decided to go up the stairs because I wanted to play some secret plan too.

The attic was dark, only the light of the computer shined directly into his face.

He was playing one of the few biz we had on that Mac : a pinball secret plan. We had played this game together before. So we already had our own prescript made up : whenever the instrumentalist lost his clod, the other one had his go to fiddle. So we didn't have to waitress long for turns.

There were 3 of these typical white plastic beach chairs in front of the computer. He was sitting in the eye one.

So I got seated next to my brother and while he was playing the secret plan, in the meantime I covertly had my hand in my bloomers. My dick was getting hard again. I thought he wouldn't notification anyway… but then he lost the game. He stood up, to make room for me, I moved to his electric chair. I shot a new testicle and then something strange happened. In lieu of him taking the free chairwoman next to me, he didn't sat down but walked around the table into the darkness. Because of the smart light I couldn't see beyond the exhibit. At that point I had the flavor he was up to something. Suddenly I heard him shuffling under the table. I was already sitting on the edge of the chair and I felt his handwriting softly pulling on my waistcloth. I immediately knew what was going to happen ( and I realised that he must get seen me playing with my pecker next to him ). So I lifted myself a bit up in the chair to make my pants gaffe over my ass and he pulled it right down onto my ankles.

His hand touched my hard shaft and he started playing with it, softly pulling the prepuce up and down. Then I felt his quick back talk engulfing the tip and he started swirling his knife around. I was in heaven. This felt so good, the first clip being touched by somebody else. He kept going for some minutes and I felt my cum boiling and making its way through the shaft of my putz. I knew I was gon na blow my payload, right here right now. I wanted to pass him a sign that I was about to cum so I hit the spacebar to make the pinball plot go tilt. This was a placeable auditory sensation so he would understand that this meant that the game was over. He removed his rima oris from my dick and I came violently over his mitt and on the floor.

No Holy Writ were spoken. He came up from under the table, and just sat in the backside I made gratuitous for him.

I knew I had to return the favor. So when he started the game, I stood up, walked around the mesa and dove under the table and he had his pants already down. I took his cock into my sassing and started working on it like no tomorrow. I hadn't seen porn at that age ( this was in the'80, no net ), so I never learned how to suck in a tool but I just did it intuitively. After a brusk while he used the same auditory sensation burden to denote his cumming, but I do wanted to smack his cum and I took it all in my back talk. What a thrill.

We never talked about it what happened… but it became a weekly habit. Like a dumb mite, we understood when the time was mature to fool around.

And later it even happened in large-minded daylight too, when our parents left the house for shopping, we sometimes just went naked to each others bedroom avoiding the need to put it in words.

But after a couple calendar month this thing disappeared, our interest group went more to girls by then.

evening though I was older than him, he brought the first young woman to our home and I got the chance to spy on him fucking her in his bedroom.

As the years went by, the catching and experimenting with each other didn't happen anymore. It was indeed that stage that some son go through, I guess.

I think he's probably now embarrassed about what happened back then, and we never talked about when we were grew erstwhile.

I doubt he ever had sexual experiences with guy cable again, he turned out a very macho kinda guy.

Me on the adverse, I kept an overt thinker and was certain that I wouldn't mind to try out more if it came along my path, although I always had straight family relationship and only felt attracted to girls.

But that 's for another story .