Mmm, a Saturday morning with no chores. It doesn't happen often, but it sure is fun when it does. I woke up about 9:30 and headed downstairs after a quick stop in the bathroom. I got myself a nice big bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. Mark was finishing breakfast already, dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt.
"Hey squirt," Mark said cheerfully. "Sleep well last night?"
"Yeah," I mumbled as he reached for the milk.
"Must've been some dream you were having," Mark continued.
"Huh?"
"I got up this morning and you were humping your bed, dude. You were moaning a lot, too. Must've been a really good dream, huh?"
I could feel myself turning bright red. I didn't remember that at all. "I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled. He couldn't believe Mark was talking about this stuff at the table... what if their mom could hear?
"Don't worry, Kev, Mom's gone out shopping already." It was like Mark could read my mind or something. "It's called a wet dream. It's cool, I get 'em too. Was she hot?"
"Who?"
"The chick you were dreaming about. You do dream about chicks, right?"
"I don't remember."
"You don't remember or you don't wanna say? Anyone I'd know?"
"No! Why do you care, anyway? You're always asking me about sex stuff, why you are so interested in me?" He hadn't actually said much about it since that time a couple weeks ago when he caught me, but it still seemed kinda odd that he was so persistent. Maybe he was just giving me a hard time. Between embarrassment and being angry at being embarrassed and feeling vaguely confused, I wasn't really in a mood to satisfy his curiosity.
"Hey, Kev, relax. I'm your big brother, of course I care. I mean, I know it's kinda hard to go through all this stuff all by yourself... and with Dad... gone... I kinda figure we gotta stick together," Mark finished quietly.
I just saw there, not really sure what to say. I mean, it was nice to know that if I had questions, I could ask Mark... if I could get past the embarrassment factor. But I wasn't sure I wanted him just saying stuff about it at breakfast, either. "I... Thanks, Mark. It does help. And I'm sorry I... sorry I yelled. It's just... do we have to talk about stuff now?"
"Of course not, bro. We don't have to talk about it at all, if you don't want. I just figured, since you had that dream last night, it might be kinda on your mind. And with Mom gone for the morning, we wouldn't have to worry about privacy. But hey, maybe some other time. Just remember... if you do need to talk some time... it's fine by me. Right now, I'm gonna go down and work out for a while." Mark stood up and carried his bowl in to the sink.
"Mark, wait. I didn't mean... it just feels kinda weird to talk about ... dreams and stuff ... at breakfast. That's all." I stood up too.
"You dream about stuff often? I don't think I've heard you before."
"Um. Yeah. No. Once in a while, I guess, I don't really remember."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, they fade pretty fast. You clean up yet?" Mark asked as he rinsed out his juice glass.
"Huh?"
"Your cum, doofus. You shot off, right?"
"I guess."
"So you need to clean up, same as when you jack off. Did you shower yet?"
"No."
"So those tighty-whities of yours are probably full of dried stuff."
"So? Why are you so concerned about --"
"Hey, don't blame me if your pubes fall out. I'm just letting you know."
"What?" I'd never heard of that happening. Of course, there was an awful lot I didn't really know much about...
"Relax, bro, I'm just messin' with ya. It's kinda nasty to just leave it, though. Makes me itch." Mark grinned and scratched at his crotch. I giggled slightly.
"Yeah, it does. I'll shower later, I guess." Dork.
"I'm gonna go down and work out for a while," Mark said as he hung up the dish towel. "You wanna try? Girls like the muscles," he added, flexing his arm.
"I'd rather go for a run," I said. "You should try it too," I added, "girls don't like this". I reached out and pinched Mark in the stomach, hard. Sure he was strong, but he definitely had enough gut to pinch.
"Ow! Watch it, twerp, or I'll--"
"You'll what? Beat me up? Yeah, Mom'll love to hear about that!" I smirked.
"No," he said as he grabbed my arm and flipped me onto the floor. I hit with a grunt - not too hard, but I was down long enough for Mark to drop down on top of me and pin me with his legs. "I'll just do this!" he grinned as he started tickling my sides. Oh, I hated being ticklish. I hated it worse that Mark knew and used it. Talk about evil - asking about wet dreams at breakfast was nothing compared to this. I squirmed helplessly, not really expecting to get away, just hoping to get my more sensitive areas away from his hands. It didn't work... it never worked.
"Okay! Okay! You win!" I panted. "I'm sorry I pinched you. But you really are getting fat. Get off me, before you squish me completely."
"Yeah, well, you should work out more, squirt," Mark said as he climbed off me.
"Yeah, well. Running is more fun." I shrugged. Working out with Mark would just mean a bunch of reminders about how much stronger he was.
"Well, tell ya what, Kev. We can go running together this morning if you work out with me some time." Mark reached down to help me up off the kitchen floor.
I didn't really want that, either, but apparently he was determined that we'd do something together this morning. And running was way better. "Okay, I guess. You ready?" I asked. He was already wearing his running shorts and yesterday's t-shirt.
"Yeah, let me go pee first." Mark headed upstairs.
"Hurry up, then." I started for the front door. I stretched for a while, until Mark finally came out.
"What took so long?" I asked.
"Nothing," Mark mumbled as he started to stretch.
"Fine, then. Let's go... oh, and I promise not to push you too hard," I grinned. Sure, Mark had a lot bigger muscles, but I was faster, and I'd been running track for nearly four years. Mark wasn't really in bad shape, but no way could he keep up if I kept the pace up.
We started off nice and easy, enjoying the late spring weather. It was warm enough that we weren't at all cold in shorts, but not hot enough to instantly break out in sweat. I started to push the pace a bit after the third block. By the end of the second mile, I heard Mark panting pretty hard. I just grinned and picked up the pace again... it was so nice to be better than Mark at something. Especially something physical.
"Slow... down... you little... twerp!" grunted Mark. He was definitely starting to lag behind.
"Big brother can't handle it, huh?" I asked. "Big brother wants his wimpy little brother to slow down so he can keep up?"
"Screw... you..." panted Mark as he started running faster to catch up.
"No thanks," I laughed. "Save it for Lisa." I didn't slow down, but I didn't go any faster, either. I was starting to feel it a bit myself.
We ran for another mile or so, until Mark looking pretty beat and I wasn't doing too hot myself... that cereal was starting to make my stomach hurt. We slowed down to a walk as we headed for home, and walkedside by side as we cooled off. The sun was out, and our shirts were soaked with sweat. Mark took his off, and after a minute or two I did the same. As we reached the driveway, Mark turned and grinned at me.
"Nice run, bro. You're still faster."
"I know," I grinned.
"And I can still kick your skinny butt," he added.
"I know. But you gotta catch it first," I shot back, starting to sprint for the door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a headlock to give me a noogie. I hated that, and yet... it didn't feel bad, either. He let me go, but suddenly I threw my arms around him. I couldn't believe how he'd gone from being a total jerk to being a really cool brother... maybe he'd had a personality transplant or something. But I wasn't gonna complain, either. He seemed kinda surprised at first, but then he hugged me back. That felt even better. But hey, enough of the mushy stuff. I pulled away. "You know what, Mark?"
"No, what?"
"For someone who already took a shower this morning... you sure stink." I ducked away from a half-hearted swing - at least, it was a lot slower than usual - and ran up the stairs. I wanted a shower myself, but I was still feeling too sweaty from the run. Besides, I was feeling something else... something I wanted some privacy for. I sprawled out on the bed and waited for Mark to come in. And then go away. I heard him stomping up the stairs, then he pushed the door open.
"Hey Kev, you want to shower first?" he asked, tossing his shirt at the laundry pile.
"Nah, you go ahead, I want to cool off a bit."
"Okay," he said as he pulled off his shorts. He headed for the bathroom in his sweaty briefs. The door closed, but I waited for the water to start. My dick was already getting hard just thinking about what was coming next. Ahh, there it was. My shirt was already off, so I just pulled down my shorts and briefs and threw them over to the pile next to Mark's. I lay back down on my bed, legs stretched out, left hand under my head, right hand gently rubbing my crotch. Oooh, I was so nice and hard. Lately running just seemed to make me hornier than ever - any kind of exercise did, really. At least I hadn't gotten a boner in front of Mark... even with him being so cool and open and stuff, I wasn't sure I was ready for that.
I closed my eyes, to better focus on what my hand was doing and what my dick was feeling. The head was wet already with a few drops of that sticky stuff, so I rubbed that over the shaft. Mmm, that was nice, even better than lotion. I wondered again what I'd been dreaming about, if I really had had a wet dream last night. I didn't remember it at all, and I was kind of annoyed by that... it didn't seem fair, somehow, to have such a good dream and not know a thing about it.
It seemed like all my other senses were enhanced too, somehow. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan blowing over me, and the warmth of the sheets. I could also smell myself... I really did need that shower. I really didn't smell like a little kid any more... instead I smelled.... well, more like Mark. Like a man. Sweaty. Horny. Yeah, like a man jacking off after getting all sweaty. 'Cause that's what I was. Only one more thing I really needed... I needed a girl. Someone to stroke my dick, just like I was doing... someone to suck it... someone to let me lick her all over and then stick that dick inside her... my hand sped up.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. My hand froze. I had no idea how long Mark had been in the shower, but he was out now... and he'd just caught me. Again.
"Oops, sorry bro. Didn't mean to interrupt," he said. I heard a dresser drawer open, then close, then the sound of a pair of shorts being pulled up. "Well? Keep going if you want," he added. "You shouldn't just stop in the middle, your nuts are gonna hurt." He was kidding, right? He actually thought I was gonna keep going with him around?
"Hey, Kev, it's okay. I did the same thing a few minutes ago in the shower. You jack off. I know you do it. Big deal. Every guy who can do it does it, it's not like it's a big surprise. And it's better after exercise, I always get horny from working out. I didn't mean to interrupt you, hope I didn't totally spoil the mood for ya or anything. But what's the problem?"
I didn't say anything for a bit. What could I say? Stark naked on bed, everything hanging out, in front of my big brother who'd just caught me jacking off for all I'm worth. Not exactly the most comfortable way to have a conversation, y'know? "Mark. I'm just... I just hate it when you catch me, okay?" I couldn't believe I'd actually said it.
"What? You gotta speak up, man." Okay, apparently I didn't say it very loudly.
"I hate. When you. Catch me. Jacking off." That was definitely louder. It was kinda weird, I was expecting my bone to have died down by now, 'cause I sure wasn't feeling as good as I was a few minutes ago. But apparently that part of me didn't care about being caught as much as the rest of me did.
"Really? Why?" Just when I thought he showed promise... back to clueless pain in the ass.
"Because every time you do, I just know you're going to laugh at me like you did that one time." And where on earth did I get the balls to say that? Way to just open myself up to the one guy who could really hurt me.
"Oh, shit. Kevin." He kinda flopped down on his bed and his head hit the wall. "Is this about that one time in the shower?" I didn't really feel like saying anything, so I just nodded and put my pillow over my face. "Kevin. I swear, I never realized how much that must've hurt. I didn't mean it to, I just... I hadn't realized back then that you were starting to grow up too. That was only a couple months after ... after the accident, and I guess I'd kinda not really thought about you growing up. So... it just kinda caught me by surprise, that's all."
"Yeah? Not as much as it surprised me," I mumbled, moving the pillow aside just long enough.
"Yeah, I guess not. Was that the first time you'd tried it?"
"No."
"Well, it was still pretty new for ya, I guess. And then I came along and laughed at you. In case you haven't noticed by now, I can be a real jerk sometimes, Kev."
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"Yeah, I don't guess I've managed to hide that from you too well. But look, I really didn't mean to be such a jerk about it. It's cool that you're growing up, bro. It's cool that you're turning into a man. It's even cool that you're faster than me. And I'm sorry I made you feel bad about any of that. Including jacking off." Man, talk about mood swings. From cool to jerk and now back to kinda-cool. But I still felt kinda awkward. Mainly from discovering that my dick was still standing straight up and waving around. Talk about exposure.
"It still feels weird, though." I was so glad for that pillow. I'd never really appreciated it before, but it was so nice to have something over my face. I don't think I could've stood this if I'd had to make eye contact with him at the same time.
"What does?"
"Talking about stuff. Sex stuff. With you. I mean, for years you've been the biggest pain around, literally, and now ... now you're all cool and stuff. And it's weird to be talking about all this new stuff and getting along so well and everything." Might as well get all the dirty laundry out in the open, right?
"Yeah, well, it's not really something I talk about with other people much either. With my buds... it's kinda like, we all gotta know everything there is to know, or at least talk like we do. With you... I know what I know and it doesn't matter as much if that's not everything. And it's really cool being able to share what I do know so you're not totally in the dark."
I just lay there and thought about that for a bit. I really did like having a cool, helpful big bro for a change. And apparently he didn't care at all about jacking off... it certainly didn't sound like he was gonna start laughing at me again. This business of having someone else around while I did my stuff was going to take some getting used to, though.
"It's just that... I'm not used to having someone else around when I jack off," I told him.
"Fair enough," he said. "I'm not used to it either, I've always waited until you're asleep, or in the shower or something."
"Is that why the drain in there is always getting clogged up? Mom thinks it's hair."
"Yeah, it's really my massive loads of cum all over the place. You know that means you've stepped in the spots where I've shot," he grinned.
Huh. I hadn't really thought about that. That seemed kinda... weird for sure. "Yeah, well, I do it in there too," I told him. "So you've stepped where I shoot, too!"
He laughed. "I guess that's fair. And while we're talking about it... I gotta do it every day, or I go crazy. Usually twice. How often for you?"
"Um. About the same, I guess."
"Well, with two horny guys sharing one room and one shower... it'd be a lot easier for us to both get a good night's sleep if we don't mind overlapping sometimes."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean one of us does it when the other one's around, sometimes. If I need to rub one out, I just do it, whether you're here or not, or awake or asleep, or whatever. And you do the same. Heck, maybe even doing it at the same time."
I thought about that one. I still wasn't sure about Mark watching, or even being around. But... he knew anyway, now, and he did it too. And it did make a lot of sense to just go whenever I needed to, instead of trying to hide it all the time. We still had two years to get through before left for college... that'd be a long time to have to hide it.
"Well. Okay, I guess." He looked relieved. "But no watching!" I added.
"I'm not gonna watch, man, I don't care what you do with that thing. I just don't want you to freak out too much if I have to jack off some time when you're still up, or if I catch you or something. Besides, it doesn't look like you really object to being watched. Can't you cover up?"
"My shorts are over in the basket," I said. "I didn't want to get up."
"Looks like you're already plenty 'up'," he chuckled. He stood up and grabbed my shorts from the pile and tossed them at me. I pulled them on, wincing slightly as I tucked my still-raging boner into the elastic. I was definitely going to have to finish that off pretty soon. And from the looks of Mark's shorts as he stood up, he might have to take care of some business himself at some point. Not that I was really looking.
"So we're agreed, then. We can both do whatever we need to, whenever we need to, no matter if we're alone or not. Right?" he asked.
"Yeah, okay. Unless someone else is around. Like if I've got a friend over or something."
"Yeah, of course. I just meant us two. It's a brothers-only kinda thing, not gonna beat the meat in front of just anyone," he said.
"Right." I liked that. A brothers-only thing. Suddenly I was kinda looking forward to this... not in a weird way, but it was a cool thought... two brothers not needing privacy from each other, even for jacking off. And hey, he'd already seen all of me there was to see, so it's not like I really needed privacy anymore.
"Okay, so I'm gonna read up here for a while. Just ignore me, do whatever you want. Oh, and I've got lotion on my dresser if you want it. Did you find yourself a towel or something to shoot into yet? You can use mine again if you need to." He reached under his bed and pulled out a rolled up hand towel. He got up and grabbed a small bottle of hand lotion, then put that and the towel on the night stand between our beds. "In case anyone needs it," he added. He pulled a copy of Car & Driver off his desk and sat back on the bed to drool over that RX-8 he wanted.
I blushed slightly, and hoped he didn't notice. Somehow it was one thing to think about jacking off in front of Mark, and another thing altogether to actually start doing it. But the ache in my crotch wasn't going to go away without help, and he really didn't seem to be paying any attention... I took a deep breath and pulled my shorts down again. I looked down as I did, and saw why they'd felt a bit looser... they were my shorts, but Mark's briefs. He must've grabbed the wrong pair when he tossed them over to me. My dick throbbed as I realized I'd been wearing my brother's sweaty underwear. And that my boner had been leaking that clear stuff into his underwear. Weird.
I tried hard to just forget that Mark was barely 6 feet away from me, but sometimes he'd turn a page or take a deep breath and I'd remember. It was kinda creepy at first, actually. But as I started to give my dick the attention it so desperately needed, I mostly forgot about my brother being there. Being on edge for so long made it even better than usual, there was a steady stream of the clear stuff. I smeared it all around, gasping slightly as my hand started gliding smoothly. Ohhhh, that was nice. I closed my eyes and stretched out, this felt soooo good. It still seemed a little dry, somehow, so I reached out and grabbed the lotion from beside Mark... my hand was all covered with that clear stuff and it was barely a foot away from Mark's face, but he didn't even blink an eye. I guess he really wasn't paying any attention!
Awww, yeaaah, that lotion helped too. Just a few drops, enough to blend with the sticky stuff and make a nice thin layer for my fist to slide up and down on. Even the sound of it was cool. I started to feel the tingles again and knew it wouldn't be too much longer. I closed up the lotion and put it on the nightstand beside me. As I reached over, I caught a whiff of my armpit... suddenly that seemed to turn me on even more. I thought about how good it felt to get all sweaty, how much I wanted to get sweaty with Katie. Or anyone, really. I wasn't going to be picky. I wanted a girl, any girl, to play with... to play with me... for me to play with... I was tired of just looking at magazines, I wanted to really touch one. All over. To feel, to smell, to hear whimpering and moaning from my touch, like in that one movie Jimmy and I had seen on cable that time I stayed at his house. To taste. Yeah, lick her good, all over... even down there. Especially down there. Sure, some fo the guys had said it might not be much fun, but hey, it was part of the package, right? And when I finally got to do stuff to a real girl I wanted to do everything. I smelled my armpit again, and wondered if a girl would smell like that. I kinda hoped not, it'd be kinda weird if a girl smelled all sweaty like a guy.
I felt the tingles grow stronger as my hand kept pumping and my head kept thinking about Katie. I tried to put her head on the bodies of some of the women in that magazine, but I couldn't, quite... Katie was someone I knew, it was hard to imagine her naked and spready out like that. I tried instead to imagine it was her hand on my dick, her delicate little fingers instead of mine. She wouldn't know how to do this at first, I figured, so I'd have to tell her what to do. Maybe show her, a bit. And then she could show me what felt good to her. I wondered suddenly if Katie masturbated. I pictured her reaching down and fingering herself, like that one blonde woman. Ooops! that made me lose it... I felt the churning down in my balls and the tingles kept growing stronger and stronger. I forced myself to slow my hand down, to try to prolong the moment as much as I could... but it was too late. I sort of squeaked as a huge wave of pure pleasure crashed over my whole body, it took away my breath and forced my juice out of my balls. Five big squirts, my hand still pumping so it went everywhere... felt like I was totally covered with the stuff. I saw stars in front of my eyes and I almost couldn't breathe. Wow.
Finally I started to recover... my hand fell away from my shrinking dick, still leaking droplets of cum. I got my breath back and glanced over at Mark. He'd put the magazine down and was watching me. "No watching," I'd told him, but somehow I didn't care that he'd seen me.
He grinned at me and said, "Nice one, Kev. Do you always make that sound?"
"What sound?" I asked, voice coming out kind of in a whisper. I cleared my throat and tried again, "What sound?"
"That squeaky sound, like it hurts or something."
"I don't know," I said, "I guess I do. Sometimes, anyway."
"It's kinda cool, actually. You really get into it, don't you." It wasn't really a question.
"I can't help it, it feels so good."
"Yeah, it does. And it's cool that you like it too," he assured me. "Nothing wrong with jacking off, and you might as well enjoy it!"
"Yeah," I sighed, still trembling slightly from the release. I could feel my cum starting to cool in puddles and trails on my skin.
"You wanna just grab a shower now?" he suggested.
"Yeah, I guess I do kinda need one." I stood up slowly, trying to wipe up some of the mess with my hand.
"Here," Mark said. "Try this instead." He reached out, towel in hand, and started wiping off my chest with it. I reached up to take the towel from him.
"Uh, thanks," I told him. "I'll just hop in the shower." I headed for the bathroom, tossing my shorts and Mark's briefs back into the pile on my way. I pushed the door closed and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt really good, just right on my tired muscles. I lathered up my hair with some of Mark's shampoo, and washed off the rest of me. It really was pretty difficult to get the cum off, I wondered if I should ask Mark about that. Maybe there was a trick to it or something.
I finished up in the shower and reached for my towel as I stepped out. I saw that the door hadn't actually closed and there was a gap big enough to see through. I didn't pay much attention at first, until I glanced through and saw Mark with his shorts down to his knees, hand stroking away. Now that was a sight I hadn't seen before. Hey, I had to look, to see what I might look like in 2 years. I wrapped my towel around my waist and combed my hair quickly, then pushed the door open.
Mark slowed down as I stepped out of the bathroom, but he didn't stop. He opened his eyes and glanced up at me and kinda grinned. His hand kept pumping away, and I saw that his left hand was kinda pinching at his chest and nipples. He closed his eyes and let out a long, low moan, then shot out a thick squirt of cum onto his pecs. Two more followed, splashing onto his stomach. His hand stopped, and a thin trickle of cum oozed out as his eyes opened up to look down at the mess he'd made.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who enjoys it," I said as I stared. His dick was a lot longer than mine, and thicker too. His pubes were dark like his hair, and kind of ran up towards his belly button before stopping. Suddenly my five inches seemed a lot smaller.
"Yeah, we both do. We jack off and we like it," he said as he reached over for the towel, "and we're brothers who don't have to hide anything." And that felt pretty good... even better than the cumming.