Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2022 07:08:29 +0000 From: rigahorn Subject: Intimate Brothers : part 1 Hey people, this is my first story here. After reading a lot here, I decided to contribute. I'd like to thank a friend for helping me with my English as I am not a native english speaker. Enjoy ! This is the story of two brothers growing up together. They are very close and have to share everything. This will lead to unusual stuff happenning between them. (m/b) ------------------------ Our story begins when my little brother, Antoine was born. I was 11 years old. My father and my mother were never good parents. I had very little attention, very little affection.I grew up on my own. Yet in the hospital room, 11 years into the parenting disaster that I am, they managed to spawn another little guy. Perhaps a cracked condom or an accidental evening, a little too much alcohol. I saw my little brother for the first time. I took care of him at home. Firstly because I liked to take care of him, but also a little by force of circumstance; my parents didn't put in the time. After a few weeks, the crib was even put in my room. It was I who went to comfort him when he cried, it was I who gave him food, changed his diaper, everything he needed. Sometimes even, when he was capricious, I took him to my bed for the night. I then noticed that almost the instant he felt my presence, my scent, he was comforted. When he was old enough to sleep anywhere but in his crib, there was no choice but in my bed. We aren't a wealthy family, we rent a somewhat seedy apartment in a neglected suburb of a city that has been in crisis for years. Suffice to say that the environment was not very pleasant. A fairly small space which nevertheless holds a TV, a dining room and a sofa. A more than questionable kitchen, a little filthy in addition to being very small. The bathroom miraculously has a bathtub, very small but still better than nothing. Two bedrooms, one with a double bed - my parents', and the other with a single bed, mine. I tried to decorate it a little with what I had on hand, I hid the stains on the walls with posters of musical groups and glued some stars to the ceiling. The walls are dark blue, it adds a bit of warmth. It is the only colored room in the apartment. It was in this tiny and unenviable environment that I grew up and where, around the age of 12, I began puberty. Friends had told me about "wanking" and how I was supposed to do it, so when I got home that day, I looked on the internet and reproduced what I saw, in addition to discover a world still unexplored. My little brother being in his crib, it did not interfere with my discovery of the pleasures of masturbation. It was during those years that I also noticed that, by comparison, my "willy" as I still called it, was much bigger than those of my friends. I hadn't measured it, but I must have already been around 14cm. I myself was impressed with the speed at which my willy was growing from month to month. I still had no hair though, and can only cum a few drops. I also took care of washing my brother. To make things simpler, once he was big enough, around 1 year and a half, I bathed at the same time as him. Both in the bath, him between my legs, I rubbed his body with soap. His tiny end quivered and got all hard once I started washing it, which surprised me, I didn't think you could get a hard-on at that age. That said, it was far from bothering me, it was even quite natural. The contact with him made me hard also. I wasn't really bothered, Antoine hardly spoke yet, and I knew that wouldn't be a problem. He usually had very little interest in it, sometimes he fiddled with me a little, which ended up turning me on a lot. So I jerked off in the bath, until I came, scattering a timid jet of sperm in the water, inadvertently, sometimes on him. It was then easy for me to simply erase the traces with a little water. Once again, that worried me little, I knew very well that he understood absolutely nothing about it. I didn't bother myself in bed either. Generally I was still waiting for him to fall asleep before masturbating by his side, but sometimes I was impatient. Anyway, I'm not even sure he noticed anything. But one evening, he was then 3 and a half years old, something changed. Antoine now spoke much better, and knew how to formulate his questions. I was then 14 years old, and my penis was around 17cm, quite thick, and I was ejaculating a lot - on average, 4 or 5 jets splashing around my neck. It wasn't late, probably 9 p.m., we were in bed, me lying on my back, in boxers, watching a video on my phone and gently stroking her back, and him on his stomach, enjoying the reassuring contact and closeness of his big brother. He was making little figures with his fingers, these were wandering over my chest and my slightly developed abs. It's been a few days since I had masturbated, and this simple contact woke up the beast. It had never been a problem so far, so I acted like nothing had happened. But Antoine was full of curiosity. He didn't understand how a willy could be so big, this huge bar that completely filled his underpants, was it really big brother's willy? He had to find out! Then, a small finger man descended from my torso and moved slowly towards my navel. He stopped there for a few moments, but quickly resumed his journey. Until you get to the elastic of the boxer. I wondered what he was doing, but didn't look up from my screen, unconcerned. But suddenly, his little guy was stepping on my penis, making it jump slightly on occasion. Antoine laughed softly and went back and forth. I turned off my phone and watched the scene. "Well Antoine, what are you doing?"He raised his head smiling, I smiled back at him. "Is this really your willy?" He said making his little guy jump on it. "Well... Yes, you've already seen it anyway. What else do you think it would be, smart guy!" I run a hand through his black hair and ruffle his hair. Antoine had so far not really made the connection between the huge thing, in his eyes, between Martin's legs and his penis. "Well... I don't know... Can I see?" he asked in his high pitched voice. He'd seen it a hundred times before, so I didn't see why I should have said no this time. In reality it was quite different. I lowered my boxers just below my balls, revealing my piece so huge in his eyes. I now had a small patch of hair just above my penis, but nothing too impressive. "Wow! It's so big!" He exclaimed when his hand was already feeling it, obviously not going around. I sneered at his exclamation, but his hand suddenly excited me immensely. My cock was stretched to the maximum, which only interested my little brother even more. The tip of my glans was pointing outside my foreskin but at the time, it didn't come off on its own. He touched me all over my penis, very innocently of course, but yet extremely exciting for the teenager that I was. But at one point he pinched me a little hard. "Ouch!! Hey, don't do that, it's a very sensitive place you know!" "Sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you" "It's okay, but be more delicate if you want to continue" He nodded. For a good quarter of an hour, he fiddled with my cock and balls while I stroked his soft back, my other arm behind my head, I had closed my eyes, greatly appreciating this attention. Under his caresses, my cock jumped sometimes, making me sigh with pleasure. This reaction made him laugh, and he started again many times, each time bringing me a little closer to climax. The tenderness of the moment, for the teenager that I was, ended up fading to give way to arousal. It's been twenty minutes since two soft little hands started touching me and I felt that if my brother continued a little longer, I was going to cum right there, between his little hands that can't even circle my cock. I really wanted to, but I didn't feel capable of it. The guilt began to mount, and I decided to stop his action there. "Uh, Antoine.. I think... I think it's time to go to sleep right?" I gently push his hands away, they were still on my cock. "It's getting late." He looked at me a little surprised, but just nodded. We settled down to sleep, me on my back, him on his stomach, half on top of me. His body so soft and warm was against me. I still had a raging hard-on, pulsating and leaking precum, in need of more attention. I was extremely horny and desperately needed to get off. What was to be done now? A little boy of 3 and a half years was glued to me, and I had the irrepressible urge to jerk off. So I waited for him to fall asleep. A few minutes later, he was already in Morpheus' arms. So, very slowly so as not to wake him up, I masturbated again right next to him. But this time it was different. He had never taken such a particular interest in my cock. I didn't quite know how to handle this. I jerked off, unbearably slowly, stroking his back. Once again I compared my cock to his little body. My cock was a fifth the width of his torso, and would go way too deep inside him if I wanted to penetrate him. Damn, but what was I thinking? He's so small, so young, so cute. The slowness of strokes on my cock dragged out my nocturnal masturbations. After another twenty minutes, I finally felt the most powerful climax. I had never ejaculated so much sperm before that night. Three powerful ropes crashing on my belly, my chest and... I pointed my cock at my brother, and 3 other ropes of my hot cum crashed on his leg and his back. Luckily, I hadn't woken him up. I decided to let my cum dry on him and me. After all, I was the one who took care of washing him, so I could always erase the traces without risk. I fell asleep quickly. That night, I had dreamed of my little brother.