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Subject: Exploring my brother Eric Exploring my brother Eric Life as a teen was great for my brother, Eric. After school, he and I would be alone till late evening as our parents worked late. At 16 he was just old enough to baby sit me for the night. My brother got his looks from his father’s side. He was dark haired, and had blue eyes. I on the other hand was blond and somewhat smaller built than he was. We didn’t have the typical sibling rivalry many families had; except I think I had a little more respect for my brother since he was my caregiver for a large portion of my life. My name is James and at 11 I had yet to start puberty, but I was fascinated with my brother who was deep into it. When he came home from high school, both of us would sit and watch TV a while. California days were usually hot so he would strip down to him boxers, which gave me a good chance to study him. I didn’t consider myself gay, I was just so curious with hormone induced bodies such as my brother. Examining him in just his boxers I would often check him out when he wasn’t looking. He had hairy legs and a line of hair that went from his belly button down inside his boxers. I had a good idea what was down there too. He had not yet started to shave, to me he was super hairy but it was the typical teen scene. I hadn’t even experienced a hint of what he was going through. One day he was dozing off after a harder day than usual, and seeing that I had the chance I turned my vision from the TV to his body to see if there was anything I had not yet seen. At least I thought he had his eyes shut. After I had been looking for only a few moments he opened his eyes and stared straight at me. I went red with embarrassment. I had been caught perving at my brother, and knowing my brother he wouldn’t let this go easy. “And what do you think you are looking at?” Eric asked with a curious glare. “Nothing” I replied quickly looking back to the TV. “Don’t bullshit me. You were looking at me. You are always looking at me. What gives?” “I just like looking at what I’m going to be going through one day. Puberty I mean..” Eric laughed. “You aren’t scared of puberty, are you? You’ll have to go through it eventually” “No, I’m not scared at all. I just want to see what I’m in for. You..I mean..it looks great. My brother grinned a cheeky istanbul travesti grin, “Well You must not be able to see much from over there” He was on a recliner, myself on the couch. “Come over here and take a closer look of you want” I slid over and knelt beside the chair looking at his chest and abs. He wasn’t a muscled guy; he didn’t work out, although he wasn’t skinny or fat either. I could smell my brother’s unique smell, something that I was previously only accustomed with at further distances. “You can touch if you like.” he said. Was this my still my brother talking?! I reached over and awkwardly ran my hands across his arms. They were firm, and had little tiny brown hairs on them. No other blemishes could be seen. I lifted the arm closest with me a little, and looked inside his armpit. There was a small tuff of hair starting to sprout inside. Next, I moved onto his chest. Besides the faint line of hair from his belly button downward he was perfectly smooth. His nipples were sticking out as I could feel then as I rubbed my hands over his chest. Eric was smiling as he watched me roam his body. I grasped his leg and felt the hair on his legs in my palms of my hand. I ran my hands up his shins and up to his knees, continuing up his full thighs stopping at his boxers. “Thanks Eric” I smiled at him. “I promise I won’t look at you from now on. I just never had this good a view” “That’s it? That’s as far as you want to go?” Eric questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Well yeah. I’m not gay or anything, I just like to see what might happen to me in a few years” “I think that since you have come this far you should go the whole distance. You haven’t even looked at the main event.” I swallowed. I knew what he was getting at. Every instinct in my body told me no, but he was right. I wanted to see it, and the bulge in my brother’s boxers told me he wanted me too. Knowing my brother, he wouldn’t leave it alone until I had anyway. My hands were shaking, I tucked my fingers under the very top of the waistband of his underwear, a little afraid that it could be all over if I seemed too eager. I eased his boxers down; pausing slightly as his pubic hair appeared over the top. To my eleven-year-old eyes it looked like a forest which just kept going. I kept drawing them down continuing kadıköy travesti to expose his teen cock. His generous bush was flourishing with teenage gusto, covering just under his band to to the root of his cock. The shaft was hairless, and he had a small tiny hairs on his balls. Not quite fully hard, it lay lazily on its size, but quickly hardening. At hard he was at just under six inches. He was cut like me I thought to myself. I stared at his tool, my eyes feeling like they were about to pop out of my head. I did something I don’t even think he expected, but since I had a good idea what he wanted me to do, I thought this would come in turn anyway. Taking a breath, I figured it was now or never. I threw caution to the wind and leaned over the arm of the hair and pushed my nose between his furry balls and inhaled long and hard smelling my brother’s sweaty sack. It smelt wet and musty. I think I even shocked myself when I did it, not thinking of the consequences. Realizing I had just put my face to my brother’s penis and sniffed it full on, I quickly pulled away. “Like it?” my brother laughed. “It smells funky.” “Well that’ll be because I didn’t shower after practice today.” “How much further do you expect me to go?” I managed to push the words out. “How far do you want to?” I shuffled to the front of the chair. He spread his legs to give me room in-between, hanging them over the sides. His steely cock was only a short distance from my face, his dick now hard against his tummy and his balls tight. I reached my hands out and wrapped them around the base of his dick, pulling his erection down. I shut my eyes and slowly moved closer, opening my mouth, trying to avoid letting it make contact with my mouth for as long as possible, even though I was going to be drinking from it anyway. I closed my lips around it. I could feel the head getting deeper in my mouth and resting on my tongue. His shaft was hot, I could feel the blood being pumped into it, it tasted salty and sweaty. I slid down it as far as I could, keeping my hands around it. I breathed deep before taking my first slight suck. My brother tensed up even at that small gesture. With my grip still in place I started to suck on him as if I was a baby sucking on a milk bottle. My brother clenched his hands around the ends of bakırköy travesti the chair arms and moaned. I went from sucking on his whole cock, to pulling it out and sucking with all my might on the very end, then back down again. His body twisted around as I tried my best to satisfy him, and ignore what I was really doing at the same time. His dick was soaked from being in my mouth, and my mouth and nose was full of my brother’s smell. Eric’s body continue to lurch and his dick continued to harden. I had only recently learned of semen and cum so was pretty sure I knew what was coming. With a sudden thrust my brother drove his penis right into my mouth, and began pumping his cum inside me. I jumped, and tried to get away, but my brother held my head in place as he finished injecting my mouth with his juices. I made a muffled sound as my mouth filled to capacity with his sexual fluids. He told me to swallow. Every instinct in my body told me not to, but if I didn’t my brother might get mad. I swallowed. My brother must have ejaculated at least seven times. It was a strange taste; his sperm was sweet and silky yet salty and sour. I could feel the slime coating my teeth as I tried to lick the remnants out of my mouth. Eric maintained his hold on me until he had finished and had gone limp. “That..was..fantastic” he gasped. My face had gone red from embarrassment, still trying to grasp what I had just done to my brother. “It was OK” I replied. “Would you do it again if I asked?” His dick now lay limp against his groin, a little bit of drool at the top. The angel was like it was staring back at me, as if it was also expecting an answer. “I guess. If you wanted me to I would. ” “You’re a great brother James. Tomorrow we’ll do it again after school okay?” “OK.” From then on, each day after school he would get me to suck his cock. Sometimes he would get me to keep sucking for 20-40 minutes, shooting his load several times. He would simply tell me to keep sucking after he had gone limp and he would eventually go hard again for another round. Often during the second session it would take a while, and he would fall asleep with my lips around his penis, only to wake up again when he was about to cum. I had become a slave to his dick. Occasionally though he would ask me if I wanted him to suck my own dick. I was a shy one, and had no intention of showing my little willy to my brother. I declined each time he asked. I might be under my brother’s control in one way, but I still don’t want to become gay. And suggestions/comments/feedback send to ail

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