The think I liked most about us was how fill up we were. From the very 1st day together, there was nakedness between me and my little chum Zane that I never thought I could have, let alone with family. That and we were best friend. Not just the"let's just do stuff variety"or the"let's sit and talk for time of day"variety. We were the real kind. The kind that did all that, would take a bullet for you no questions asked, register each other's minds, and more. THAT kind of dependable friends.

We had no secrets. Not between us at least. Sure, there were wad of enigma we shared with one another that no one else knew about. I knew more about his past and him than our parents. Shoot, we were so close cry in social movement of the other was ok. I remember him breaking down several times, mostly over tension of adjusting and all the baggage of Foster lifestyle, and yeah, honestly, I cried in front of him sometimes too. I guess I'm just saying this to prove my level. We really loved each other, Sir Thomas More than anything in the human beings.

Although the master copy design, for various reasons, was for Zane to have his own room, our erstwhile Guest room before the adoption, we ended up converting my room into our room. I mean hey, we were pretty dang tight, and let's admit…the kid loved it. guff bed, lava lamp, chill beachy surfer vibe…it was a sick elbow room. And hey, he got to be close to his awe-inspiring senior chum right ? Haha.

about nights we stayed up talking. There was something…I dunno I guess intimate about sitting or laying back on the bottom bunk together ( it was pretty spaced out. I'm a tall guy think so yeah, you could legit sit on it and not wham your heading ), in the nighttime, and just talk. My room was pretty separated from the sleep of the house, so this helped with the openness we had. No worries about mom or dad or the girls hearing our bro talk of the town.

I guess that's where the first-class honours degree story started, and now where the irregular does. Just to catch you up, Zane and I did possess a few"trial sleepovers"before the adoption finalized. Honestly, not a good deal happened. We ended up spending the nights talking about our past tense, getting to know each former. Basically, catching up on the 15 or so old age we missed together. Actually, the majority was spent on a vacation we went on with the foster parents. We shared a room with most of the guys so…nothing exciting. And the time at home we were so focused on paper work and figuring out his move in that we basically forgot about the first night together. Well…kinda.




"TYYYYYYYY ! ! ! ! ! !"Zane shouted as I burst through the door, nearly knocking over Mrs Capelli, my mom's highscool friend and Zane's Stephen Collins Foster mom, over. Bolting off the couch, through the living elbow room, and into the foyer, this blond haired mop of a kid leaped onto me, wrapping himself around me like a koala and a tree. Bear hug doesn't even begin…

It was prescribed. The stallion process was FINALLY over and we we're actually sidekick. Zane moved in for good today, his last night in further aid now over.

"Broskiiii ! !"I laughed, wrapping my sleeve around him and grinning ear to ear as the residue of the menage walked a little more calmly in.

"Awww look at my two precious Son ! !"Mom commented, her and Mrs. Capelli chatting about how much we looked alike and how preciously it was that we were best friends already. Dad herded the lady friend in, doing his practiced to unhinge them from staring at the cute 7 year old in the corner they were talking about. Even at 5 they were a handful.

The drive home was quick. We talked nonstop about how we were gon na set things up and move him in. Dad barely got a Son in on how to set down the van, but that's ok. He didn't need to. The moment we parked, Zane and I bailed and had the truck opened up, moving out box after box. Not that he had much, but the Capelli's were good to him, and being friends, sent a little duplicate stuff to help out. The coolest was the couch. We ended up taking out a bulwark in my room to double over the size, so along with this couch, we had a weight set and some other stuff. But that was already there. Truck's worth of wearing apparel out, we were left alone at home while the residuum of the household went to something for the girls. freedom at death !

"Hey President Tyler wan na go work out together BRO ? ?"Zane asked, a huge grin on his face as he put extra emphasis on"BRO."

I nodded and we pounded up the steps. I mentioned changing into some athletic short pants, and he agreed. Since we hadn't take out yet, and person hadn't thought of labeling boxed, he just borrowed mine.

I dropped my pants and grabbed a twosome of Black person drawers, while he hesitated, looking at me, then biting his lip. Halfway through pulling them up, I noticed the maladroitness and looked up."What's up dandy ?"I asked, a baffle look on my face, as I slid the short slowly the residue of the way up.

He squirmed a little, fumbling with the drawers in his hand, and stammered.

"fashion plate, I've seen you naked what's up man ?"I asked, still lost, as I sat on the bench and started curling.

"I uh…kinda poped a flub. Sorta. I mean…"he started, before I interrupted.

I shook my mind, laughing a little."You're telling me my bulging muscles and a short strip appearance gave you a botch that quick ?"He squirmed a little more, then tried stuffing his bridge player in his sac to erupt them out, but they got tangled in the air mile he made with the acrobatic short circuit, and made a amusing display. I just shook my read/write head and rolled my oculus."Bro, body of work out something else besides your dick for once !"I said, standing up and handing him a dumbbell.

He dropped the shorts and, staying in shipment ones, started copying my bicep usage."You know, you're good at making me feel well-situated Ty. Thanks."He said, then intently focused on his heftiness flexing, face twisted into an lovely concentration stare as he muscled up the weight.

It was just the distraction he needed. Well until we decided to shower. We agreed to just shower together. We stripped, though it took some reminding him that it was ok to be naked around his brother. Stepping into the shower, his dick"accidentally"bumped into my mitt."Oops"he giggled, starting to get hard instantly."Hey since we're both naked and I'm kinda horny…"he started before I cut him off. I heard soul coming up the stairs and quickly dried off while he finished up.

The family was home and we went to dinner to observe. After Zane got out, I apologized for bailing, and told him we could progress to it up tonight.

After dinner, we all went to bed. It was near midnight after a recollective Nox of celebrating with congeneric. Christ Within out, I sat by my little brother after shutting and locking our threshold, putting my arm around him and teasing his farsighted shaggy blonde lock."What's on your mind dude ?"I asked, noticing he had gotten really quiet."Tired ?"

He shook his school principal, though it was barely detectable."Nah,"he said quietly,"Just…I surmise I've got a lot on my mind."It was silence for a moment."I guess it all just hit me on the ride home ya know ? Like, I actually have a family you know ? I mean…"He trailed off, and in the dim brightness level coming in from the nuts blinds, I noticed a small snag roll down his nerve. I reached over and wiped it off, whispering"I love you"and kissing his brow."I know,"he said, wrapping around me and burying his drumhead in my chest.

We sat there, me holding him, for a just ten minutes in secrecy. Then he spoke again."Can I ask a question ?"he said, looking up at me and pulling back.

"Of course man."I said, rubbing his back.

He thought a moment."I feel like…I mean value I dunno…you ever…like…think about stuff ?"

I nodded, lost but trying to surveil."What kind of stuff ?"I asked."I mean I do conceive dude, I'm not suddenly !"I laughed, elbowing him gently.

He smiled,"No like…I mean I know I talk about it a lot and I don't wan na legal bad but like I am always REALLY horny, ya know ? Like I feel like anything gets me concentrated and I don't know why or what to do. I…"

Cutting him off, I place my mitt on his arm. He stops."Dude, for starters, we can talk about anything, you know that, so kibosh panicking. You're 15 man, it happens, and I'm the like way."This surprised him, though he let me continue."I mean swell, you cant beat off all the time, but if you have to, go ahead. We do share a elbow room. Just don't let mom or something walk in on ya and youre good !"I said laughing.

"Really ?"he asked."So…it's ok ?"

"Just try not to be a perv man."I playfully tackle him and pin him down on the bed. He starts giggling as I tickle him."And don't be a porn nut either ! I mean it. I can let it slide some but seriously, you better be a good kid !"I say, tickling him harder as he laughs brassy and squirms.

"Ok OK ! funfair sufficiency clotheshorse. Let off !"He attempts to say in between giggles. Summoning all his strength left after a workout, he pushed me over to the side, and I let him pin me down. He grins widely, his white dentition sparkling in the dim light."I win !"he taunts.

My legs impress fast and I flip him on his side, rolling around on the to the full size mattress. Once more, I gain the upper position and lock his weapon down. He squirms, frustrated at the slight power advantage I have.

In one fast, unintentional sawhorse, he knocks me off balance. The English of the mattress dips a bit, and we tumble off onto the trading floor. *Thud* Its not a far drop, but enough to induce…ok fine, we screamed. Ok not screamed, more like an"AHHHH ! From not expecting it to a good blown, bust filled jape.

We both lay on our backs, laughing hysterically. I move a clenched fist over in his view, and we have a solid bro fist bump."heroic poem fail man"I laugh. He agrees.

Once we settle down, still laying on the flooring, he looks over."So serious question…"he says. I tell him to flash."So I really don't facial expression at porn. I mean one of the bozo in my old home showed me, which is why I moved, but…do you ?"

I roll over to my side, looking at him."Not really actually. I mean a few friends have showed me poppycock, but it wasn't anything expectant. I mean…I suppose I've got a trade good enough imagination I'd rather create my own in a sense."I laugh."But no man that's probably a expert thing.

He rolls over on his incline, looking back at me."So you're a Virgin right ?"

I knod.

"Me too."He says, then rolls back on his back. We stay quiet for a moment."Ever marvel If you're good ?"

"Didn't we talk about this last time ?"I ask. He shrugs.

"I just over heard some citizenry saying you could practice."

"Yeah it's called jacking off dude."I say, then playfully plug his arm."I taught you how to do that right last time."

He sits up."That's what else I was thinking about."That's no surprise."So, would you maybe wanna…I mean we don't have to…"

I shrug and move onto the bed. I figure its more comfortable. He follows, pulling off his shorts to expose super man Boxer just like mine. Adorable, he copied me.

I tease him a lilliputian about how fast he moves, then undress, tossing my clothes aside. I jiggle my prick a footling, working up an erection. He does the same.

Glancing over, I notice his balls have gotten a little bigger, and bespeak it out. He plays with them a little. Our dicks both get hard as we stroke ourselves. I spit onto my manus and rub it around, trying to get a little lube so it feels better. He copies.

"Can you teach me something else ?"he asks, tugging quickly on his throbbing manhood.

Thinking for a consequence and not coming up with anything, I ask if there's anything he wants to know.

"You tried like…humping anything ? And there is something but it can wait."

I sit up and grab his pillow from the top bunkum."Here. This is your new lady friend. point me whatcha got buddy."I say and hit his stomach with it.

He flinches a short and laughs."Get your miss too then bro !"

I shake my head."You're not seriously about to do that on your pillow are you ?"I swirl a bit of precum around the head of my shaft, then go along jacking.

"ejaculate on man,"he says."You got ta tell apart me if I do it right."

I shake my header."Fine. Here roll over on your stomach."He does."Alright lift up."He arches his back, and I slide a fist under him."Try that."I instruct. He looks over at me curiously, then lowers his dick into the hole in my mitt."Ok start pumping."

He tries thrusting some, but its incredibly awkward. He stops."You try."He says, cupping his hands around my dick. I roll over.

"scratch line slow, like this."I say, slowly sliding all the way down, chunk touching his helping hand."Then slide out."I slide out, tip just barely in."Then, repetition, going a slight faster. Just keep it lubed up man."I say as I start pumping in and out. He moves deal occasionally to keep them wet. After a few hour, I stop, and he tries again.

"Woah this feels soundly !"He says as he thrusts his hip joint into the mingy fist I made. I help him out a little with regular recurrence, moving my mitt a little with each thrust. Its sorting of awkward having individual fuck your handwriting, but it does feel interesting. After a few moments, he stops and decides that was a good enough start.

We decide to jack off each early since it feels better. I massage his bollock a trivial inbetween cam stroke, and before long he is breathing heavily."Tyler…"he pants.

"Yeah man ?"I ask, slowing down. He takes his handwriting off.

"This may be really awkward. Don't be mad ok ?"

I sit up, propped against a pillow. He does to."Ok ?"I say.

"I haven't kissed anyone."He says, lowering his head."And I really want to."He says, though I barely hear it.

I nod slowly.

"Could…Maybe…"he trails off.

I wrap an arm around him, and his dick vellication. Its about to burst its that hard.

"I only kissed once man. I'm not a pro."I admit.

"That's ok."He says, resting his head on my shoulder."I mean maybe it'd be weird anyhow. Just forget it. Sorry, like I said, I know we're bothers but you're just really…I mean…"

I kiss this forehead."I love you man."

He squirms, trying to make his raging boner less obvious."I just really look up to you. And you are really hot. I'm sorry…"

I laugh."You're pretty cute too."

He picks his read/write head up. Staring at me for a hour, then leans in. His sass barely touch mine before he pulls back. He burries his drumhead in my chest, the long mop of blonde teased out everywhere. I run my fingers through it and notice his nub charge per unit is insanely immobile, and his breathing is off.

His psyche slides a little lower. The tip of my gumshoe throbs, bouncing off his face. He jumps."Sorry."He says, then rolls on his side. I cuddle into him, pressed against his back.

He rolls back over on his vertebral column."You mad ?"

"Nah man. Its ok, I told you."I say, and he relaxes. His handwriting moves around and seize onto my prick, making it instantly hard again.

We stroke punishing and libertine, cuddled so that our soundbox are fold and touching."You close ?"I ask.

He bucks his coxa a slight."Kinda."

Im the same."Together ?"I ask.

He reaches over and pulling me ontop of him. I roll over, look near his, chests pressed into each early, and crotches grinding.

"Can…can I have one Sir Thomas More kiss ? I…I really liked it. And I really…"He stops. I notice he's starting to tear up. Not knowing where this is going, I pull him into a hug."You're the maiden person I know I loved in a retentive clock time Ty."He whispers into my ear.

I pick my head up and snog him again. On the lips. yearner. He breaks into a grin."Brothers should do this more often."He says, then, placing our dicks together, jerks us both off with one hand, me still on top.

Soon I'm close. I go to roll off so I don't cum on him, but he has me pinned with his arm around me and his ramification."Im gon na cum man. Stop. period haha I am gon na louse up all over you !"I warn.

He keeps jerking, faster. I feel him humping into my privates."Me too."He says, biting his lip in concentration.

instant later we both spray a jet of hot Theodore Harold White goo onto his stomach. He lets out a long easygoing moan, as do I, as we climax. Our semen pools together near his bellybutton, and as he breaths grueling, some chemical bond to my skin as well.

Covered in eachothers cum, I collapse ontop of him, breathing heavily."Wow."Is all I can say.

Once recovered, I prop myself up on my arm. He slides a hand between us and starts swirling the cum around his house boy belly. He looks at me, then the pool, then back. Then lifts his hand.

One finger covered in our jizz, he looks at me curiously, then at the finger."What's yours taste like ?"

Knocking his hand away, I laugh and tell him he is NOT about to try mine. He asks why not. I throw out several reasons, but none seem practiced enough. He licks the tip, a tiny drop-off."Its different…"he says.

"Sick swell !"I say, though, in a weird way, its sort of hot.

"Try some."He says, then wipes the finger on my lips before I can move away. He's right, it is different…

"I cant believe you made me do that…"

He smiles."You know you were queer too."

I shake my head and stand up."exhibitor ?"

He carefully stands up, trying not to deck the pool of our plenty everwhere. Some rivulet down his leg, and he stops is while heading to the rain shower. We step into the warm water and rinse off.

"That was fun."He says while washing my back. We switch and I get his.

"If we do that every dark youre not gon na have any cum man after a week."I laugh, then wash my front.

Once we're washed off, we stay in the H2O a little longer. He suggested a sword fight, since we were both still a little hard.

We sling our pecker around, hitting eachothers occasionally, We laugh, and playfully duke it out. He starts hip jab, poking my leg."What ? Now I'm your bitch ?"I ask, then joke, pinning him under the rain shower watercourse as he giggles.

"You muh hoe !"he laughs, then thwack my ass. I grab his.

"Hey, off limits"I say,"besides, you like this better."And poke him with my now only semi difficult dick.

"Shut up."He says, splashing pee on me.





Shower over, we decide to sleep together. He picks top guff, so we cuddle up in the soused counterpart mattress, two marvellous teenage brothers. I kiss him goodnight, and nightfall asleep, him wrapped up in my arms.


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