This the true chronicle of my first intimate encounter with my younger brother. He's like 18 months younger than me.

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

I discovered onanism by fortuity and even believed that I discovered something that nonentity knew. I had sexual pedagogy a few week before but of course they never told us about climax or how good it felt. So one night I was exploring myself by a bit with touching and discovered that I kinda sense decent to mime that there was something around my dick. I was rubbing myself for a very long time, don't really know what to wait, but I kept on going because it somehow felt better and unspoiled, and then suddenly I came for the first clock time. What did just happen ?

From that day on, masturbation became a everyday habit.

Some long time later, I discovered that my buddy did it too.

On Fri we had our hebdomadary shower. Yep, we only showered once a week, to preserve water mom said.

Anyway, one day I looked through the keyhole to spy on my blood brother coming out of the exhibitor. I was odd and wanted to liken sizing or something. And I suddenly saw him playing with his gumshoe and started jerking off. Completely in different way I was doing it, but nevertheless with Saame results. The thrill of peeping, doing something naughty was probably the biggest fun. Now the strange thing was that he did that like in the paragon viewing slant of the keyhole, I used to do it behind the shower curtain, which made me inquire if he did that on purpose. So to essay my theory I dared to do it too in forepart of the viewing angle, and indeed I heard a roofing tile crack and some shuffling noises outside the privy door. So from that mo I knew he was watching me too. The cognition 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 metre later, on a schoolday even I finished some homework and I heard my buddy playing games on the reckoner. We had one of those early orchard apple tree Macintosh computers in the attic. The bonce was our resort area, with Christian Bible and toys etc.

That evening I was dressed as usual in my sweat pants, no underwear. And like boys in their early pubescence, almost of the evening playing with my dick while doing homework. I didn't had an coming yet but I decided to go upstairs because I wanted to play some games too.

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

He was playing one of the few biz we had on that Mac : a pinball biz. We had played this secret plan together before. So we already had our own normal made up : whenever the musician lost his ball, the other one had his turn to play. So we didn't have to expect long for turns.

There were 3 of these typical Stanford White charge card beach chairperson in front of the computer. He was sitting in the middle one.

So I got seated next to my brother and while he was playing the plot, in the meanwhile I covertly had my hand in my pants. My dick was getting hard again. I thought he wouldn't notice anyway… but then he lost the game. He stood up, to make elbow room for me, I moved to his professorship. I shot a new ball and then something unusual happened. In stead 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 shining light I couldn't see beyond the exhibit. At that tip I had the flavour he was up to something. Suddenly I heard him shuffling under the table. I was already sitting on the edge of the chairwoman and I felt his hand softly pulling on my waistband. I immediately knew what was going to happen ( and I realised that he must have seen me playing with my dick next to him ). So I lifted myself a bit up in the chair to make my knickers slip-up over my ass and he pulled it right down onto my ankles.

His hand touched my intemperately tool and he started playing with it, softly pulling the foreskin up and down. Then I felt his warm lips engulfing the tip and he started swirling his tongue around. I was in heaven. This felt so well, the foremost time being touched by somebody else. He kept going for some minute and I felt my cum boiling and making its way through the shaft of my dick. I knew I was gon na blow my cargo, right here right now. I wanted to devote him a star sign that I was about to cum so I hit the spacebar to micturate the pinball biz go tilt. This was a recognisable sound so he would infer that this meant that the secret plan was over. He removed his mouth from my dick and I came violently over his hired man and on the floor.

No words were spoken. He came up from under the board, and just sat in the buttocks I made unblock for him.

I knew I had to return the favour. So when he started the secret plan, I stood up, walked around the table and dove under the tabular array and he had his pants already down. I took his cock into my mouth and started working on it like no tomorrow. I hadn't seen porn at that age ( this was in the'80, no internet ), so I never learned how to suck a cock but I just did it intuitively. After a abruptly while he used the same phone burden to announce his cumming, but I do wanted to smack his cum and I took it all in my mouth. What a thrill.

We never talked about it what happened… but it became a each week use. Like a silent hint, we understood when the time was ripe to fool around.

And later it even happened in broad 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 twosome months this thing disappeared, our stake went more to girls by then.

Even though I was older than him, he brought the foremost girl to our house and I got the luck to spy on him fucking her in his bedroom.

As the years went by, the spotting and experimenting with each early didn't happen anymore. It was indeed that phase that some boys 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 sometime.

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

Me on the contrary, I kept an open mind and was certain that I wouldn't intellect to try out more if it came along my track, although I always had heterosexual relationships and only felt attracted to girls.

But that 's for another story .