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Subject: Peter and David part 1 Warning: The following story contains sexual activity between brothers. If you do not agree with this subject matter or you do not wish to view it, please leave this page now. If you are not of proper adult age to be reading such material as defined by your regional jurisdiction, please leave. Disclaimer: Everything written below is completely fictional and an imaginative work of the author, and was not inspired by true events. Copyright 2014 mikotokun When Peter awoke that day, the sun was shining in his face and he heard a bird chirping outside his bedroom window. He groaned, checked the time on his alarm clock, and saw that it was already after ten. He threw the covers off of his nude body, got out of bed, and searched for something to put on; there was a pair of blue boxers laying next to his bed from the night before. He pulled his boxers up around his waist and grabbed his crotch a few times, adjusting the morning wood in the fabric. He walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His blonde hair was a bad case of bedhead but he didn’t really care. He stepped over to the toilet and pulled his hard dick out of the flap in his boxers and began to piss. He shook off the last few drops before stuffing his dick (which had softened a bit) back through the hole and flushing the toilet. He neglected to wash his hands and walked out of his room and downstairs. His parents were gone for the weekend and he was free to walk around the house in his boxers if he wanted. It was just him and his little brother until Monday. Peter wanted to have a party that night, or at least invite a girl over, but his brother would be in the way of everything. David was three years younger than him and already interested in girls, but he still had much to learn. He just wasn’t ready for the kind of parties that Peter liked. Peter sighed and sat on the couch. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV. CNN was on and Peter watched without really listening. He sat that way for thirty minutes or so until David came downstairs and sat beside him. David didn’t sleep in his underwear, and instead was wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt. Peter had been sleeping in his underwear for as far back as he could remember. He would rather sleep nude, but that was only on days his mom wouldn’t be waking him up. He’d already made the mistake of sleeping nude on a school night. When his mom had come to wake him up in the morning, he was laying on the bed with no sheet on top of him and his morning wood. That was embarrassing enough to teach him to only sleep nude when his parents were gone or on the weekend. And he always kept a pair of athletic shorts next to his bed, just in case. “Good morning,” David said. “Hey,” Peter said. “You hungry yet?” “A little. I think Mom left some microwaveable stuff in the freezer.” “I think I’ll go see what’s in there.” Peter stood up and walked into the kitchen. “I’m gonna take a shower first,” David said. He got up and went back upstairs. Peter opened the freezer and looked inside. There was a box of microwaveable sausage biscuits, a few TV dinners, and a bag of chicken strips. (The freezer was full, but everything else required too much cooking for him to care.) He grabbed a microwaveable sausage biscuit out of the box and closed the freezer. When he was done eating, he went back upstairs. As he walked past David’s room, he noticed the door was open. He glanced inside and saw his little brother standing naked in front of the dresser, searching through kocaeli escort bayan his underwear drawer. Luckily David had his back turned to the door and he didn’t know that Peter saw him. Peter wouldn’t want David to be embarrassed. Just as he was about to go on to his own room, though, Peter lingered for a moment. His eyes went down to his brother’s butt. It was a bubble butt just like his (Peter got compliments from girls all the time about it). Peter blinked and turned away. He didn’t know why he had looked at his litle brother like that. Besides, he’d seen David’s ass before. It wasn’t anything new. Peter went into his room and shut the door. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to take a shower now or wait until later. There wasn’t really any sense in waiting; his plans were open for the day. He walked into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the floor. He stepped into the shower and left the warm water run through his hair and over his body. He shampooed his hair and washed his face before grabbing the bar of soap. As he washed around his crotch, his dick started to rise. He remembered that he hadn’t jerked off his morning wood earlier. He soaped up his cock as it grew to its full length. He closed his eyes and he let his fingers slowly stroke it. The gentle stroking turned into an increasing rhythm as Peter’s fingers closed into a loose fist. The soap made a constant ‘thwack’ sound as his fist jerked his cock. Peter moaned softly. He was getting close. His feet began to arch and his muscles tensed and he was about to shoot when he heard a noise outside the shower. He immediately stopped jerking. “Where’s the mint toothpaste?” Peter heard David say. The medicine cabinet shut and Peter heard David’s footsteps getting closer to the shower. “I don’t know,” Peter said. He pulled the curtain back enough to put out his head. “Why do you need it so badly? And why would it be in my bathroom?” He hated being interrupted at all, especially during something as private as jacking it. “It wasn’t in my bathroom,” David said, “so I thought maybe you had used it.” He shrugged and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Peter rinsed all the soap from his body and turned off the shower. He stepped out and grabbed a towel. As he dried himself, he thought about jerking off again now that David was gone. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. He saw that his bedroom door was open, so he walked over to it and closed it. Once it was locked, he let his towel drop to the floor. He walked to his bed and lay on his back on top of the covers. He closed his eyes as his hand wondered down his stomach to between his spread legs. His dick was already semi-hard and continued to rise as his fingers stroked it. His fingers closed around his shaft and he began to jerk in a regular rhythm. He hadn’t had sex in a week and he needed some pussy soon. At least now he could jerk off in peace though and get some temporary relief. Peter opened his eyes for a moment and thought about getting a Playboy out of his bottom drawer, but he decided to keep at it this way. When he closed his eyes again, he saw the mental image of David standing naked in front of his dresser. He stopped stroking his dick. Why the hell was he thinking about David again? Especially while jacking off. That was weird. He sat up and sighed. He decided to just get dressed. He’d already tried to jack off twice and had been interrupted kocaeli sınırsız escort by David (once literally, once figuratively). He stood up and walked to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and rifled through the various pairs of underwear. He pulled out a pair of blue boxer-briefs, stepped into them, and pulled them on. He was about to shut the underwear drawer when he looked over and saw himself in the full-length mirror on the wall by his bed. He knew there was no way he could walk around the house in these; the boxer-briefs showed off his package and ass in a very obvious way. He tried to adjust his package to where it wouldn’t be so prominent, but no matter what he felt uncomfortable with his brother seeing him this way after what had happened. He wouldn’t flaunt himself to David after David had invaded two of his jerk off sessions. Peter pulled the boxer-briefs down and kicked them to the side. He looked through the underwear drawer again and pulled out a pair of pink boxers. He pulled them on and shut the drawer. When he opened the bedroom door, he looked to make sure that David’s door was shut before walking into the hall. He went downstairs to the living room and sat in front of the TV. The X-Box was already out so he knew that David had been playing Halo. Peter turned the X-Box on and started playing on his file. Peter had been playing Halo for about twenty minutes when David came downstairs. “Hey, Peter,” he said. “What?” Peter said. He paused the game and turned to see David in nothing but his bathing suit with a towel over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go out for a swim,” he said. “You wanna come?” “Sure,” Peter said. He didn’t have anything better to do, really, and it was a nice day for swimming. “I’m just gonna go put my suit on first.” He went upstairs, again making sure that his door was shut and locked. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the floor. He opened the second drawer of his dresser and dug through the athletic shorts until he found a green bathing suit. It was really a pair of board shorts (there was no netting like a traditional bathing suit), so he decided to wear underwear with it. He picked up the pair of blue boxer-briefs he had taken off earlier and pulled them on. He stepped into the board shorts and pulled them up before fastening the velcro and tying the drawstrings. When Peter went downstairs again, David wasn’t there anymore. Peter figured his brother had just gotten overly eager about swimming and had gone outside ahead of him. He walked outside and saw David in the deep end of the pool, hanging on the edge and waiting for him. “Hey douchebag,” Peter said. “Thanks for waiting for me.” He walked over to where David was floating and sat on the edge with his feet in the water. “Were you that excited to swim?” “Shut up,” David said, splashing Peter. “There’s nothing else to do around here.” Peter laughed. “You’ve got that right.” He thought back to his attempts at masturbation earlier in the day. Maybe after the swim he would take another shower and try to wring one out then. “Come on,” David said. “Race me.” He shot off toward the shallow end and Peter jumped in and followed him. They did several laps like this, and in the end David won. Peter smiled. He had partially let him win; on the other hand, David was starting to get stronger and faster. His biceps were getting bigger and his pecs and abs were getting definition. After nearly an hour in the water, Peter climbed izmit anal yapan escort up on the edge and sat on the warm concrete. “Already tired?” David asked. He splashed water at Peter and Peter kicked at him. “No,” Peter said. “Just tired of being in the water. I think I’m gonna head inside and take a shower.” He stood up and walked around the diving board to go inside the house. He was on the patio when David yelled his name. “What?” he said, turning around. “Why do you wear underwear with your bathing suit?” David asked. He pointed and Peter realized that the waistband of his boxer-briefs was sticking out above the board shorts. “Because,” Peter said, deciding to be honest with David, “I don’t want my junk floppping out of my shorts while I’m swimming.” David stood there in the water for a moment, not saying anything. “Well, I guess that makes sense…” “Why don’t you wear underwear with yours?” Peter asked. “‘Cause your junk’s too small to make a difference?” “No…” David frowned and blushed a little. “It’s just that – ” “What?” Peter interrupted. “That you have a small cock?” He smiled. It was fun to tease his little brother. “I bet mine’s at least as big as yours,” David said. He got out of the water and walked up to the patio. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at Peter defiantly. “Dude, I seriously doubt that,” Peter said. “I’m three years older than you and besides, I have a pretty big cock anyway.” Peter was telling the truth – his dick was over six inches soft and almost eight hard. “Mine’s big, too!” David said. He seemed angry and Peter guessed that a lot of it was embarrassment. “Show me, then,” Peter said. He stopped and couldn’t believe he had actually told his brother to whip out his dick. David stood silent for a few moments and Peter didn’t move. Finally, David’s hands moved to the waistband of his bathing suit. “Okay,” he said. He pushed the waistband down a few inches. “No, wait,” Peter said. “Stop. You don’t have to do that. I was just kidding.” He hadn’t been kidding, but he didn’t want his brother to know that. “Now pull your shorts up and let’s go in the house.” He opened the door and walked in, his bathing suit dripping water on the tile floor. David walked in behind him and shut the door. “I’m going to head upstairs and take a shower,” Peter said. “But you’ll drip water on the carpet,” David said. “What?” Peter asked. “If you wear your bathing suit upstairs, you’ll drip water all over the carpet and Mom and Dad will not be happy.” “What am I supposed to do?” Peter asked. “Take my suit off before I go upstairs?” He realized immediately after he spoke what David was up to. All teenage boys go through this stage where they constantly want to compare their dicks with others. He wondered if David had really wanted to show his dick to Peter earlier. “Fine,” Peter said. “I’ll take mine off if you’ll take yours off.” He began to untie the drawstrings on his board shorts. “But that’s not fair!” David said. “You’re wearing underwear and I’m not.” David pulled the side of bathing suit down to show his bare hip. “I’ll be completely naked!” Peter let his drawstrings hang down and paused before moving on to the velcro. He tried to think of a good compromise. “What if we go in Mom and Dad’s room and we use their walk-in shower?” “Why?” David asked. “Because their shower is big enough for both of us to be in there at once,” Peter said. “That way you get to see me naked, too, and we can get our showers over at the same time.” He unfastened the velcro on his board shorts and pushed them to the floor. “It’s your call.” He was standing on the tile in just his soaked boxer-briefs. They clinged to his ass and were stretchd out a bit in the front, his soft dick swinging against the fabric whenever he moved. David sighed. “Fine, let’s do it.”

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