Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 05:33:41 -0700 (PDT) From: R T Subject: middle-brother-5 It's been two years since I sent installment 4 of this series. My apologies. I've been rather busy. That being said, I have decided to recount and share some rather recent events. This story does not pick up where part four left off. Sorry. The usual disclaimers apply. If it is illegal where you live, or offensive to you, then don't read it. Blah blah blah. My name is Raymond. I'm 26 years old now. My fiancee and I have decided to save up for a wedding and a home, so we've both moved back to our respective parents' homes. That puts me back into sharing the master bedroom with my two teenaged brothers. Daniel (now a senior in high school) and Justin (now a junior in high school) are still best of friends and might as well be joined at the hip. They share the bunk bed, and I get the separate full-sized bed. Last summer, my cousin Larry had called and said that he and his family would be moving down to San Diego. They had already purchased a home that was slated to begin construction in eight months. Their home in Northern California had sold and gone through escrow much quicker than they had anticipated. Naturally, my mother offered them free room and board in our already over-crowded home until their new house was built. Larry's wife and two daughters shared a room with my youngest sister, and Larry and his 12-year-old son, Lance, shared a room with us. Larry and Lance shared the separate bed. Justin and Daniel took turns sleeping on the top bunk while the other would sleep on the full-sized bottom bunk with me. Although we had kept in contact with Larry and his family over the years, we had never been really close. This made the first night rather awkward. Normally, my brothers and I will either sleep nude or just in boxers. On the first night, when Lance and Larry both wore a full pair of pajamas, my brothers and I decided that we should at least wear boxers and a t-shirt. The next morning, instead of waiting for all of us to wake up and put on some clothes (as was our brotherly custom), Lance woke up at 7am and walked out to the kitchen leaving the door wide open. This sent me and my brothers frantically searching for some sweats or shorts to throw on. After throwing some basketball shorts on, Daniel hurriedly closed and locked the bedroom door. Our frantic state awakened Larry and he turned towards us. I looked over and noticed that he had kicked off his blankets and pajama bottoms sometime during the warm night. He was lying on the bed wearing a long sleeve pajama top. His morning wood was threatening to bust through the single button on his white boxers. "Good morning," I said, trying not to sound irritated. "'Morn.," the second syllable getting lost in Larry's yawn. "It sure stays warm here at night, doesn't it? Now I know why you guys sleep in boxers and a t-shirt." All the while, I was staring at the wet spot forming at the end of Larry's morning hard-on. "Yeah," I finally answered, "I guess I could have warned you." I then explained what we usually wear (or not wear) to sleep. I also explained that because of our state of dress (or undress) we normally wait for the rest of the bedroom occupants to wake up and dress before opening the bedroom door. Also, the sliding door leading to the bathroom has been broken for the past 7 or so years, so leaving the door closed allows us to use the restroom without worrying about one of the girls walking in on us. I told him that we would wear boxers if he were uncomfortable with us being nude in front of him and his son. We could probably also find some sort of curtain to hang between the bathroom area and the rest of the bedroom. Larry told me that he and Lance had still, on occasion, showered together to save time when they were in a hurry to get somewhere. Neither he nor Lance would have a problem with the nudity. With that, he rolled off the bed, stood up and stretched his arms over his head. Pop! A button went flying across the room as his morning wood finally burst through the fly of his boxers. Larry, Danny, Justin, and I burst into laughter. "See? No problem with nudity," Larry laughed. "How bout I show you mine first!" KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! "Hey," Called Lance from the other side of the door. "Why'd you guys lock me out?" Larry walked over to the door and without tucking his boner back into his shorts, let Lance into the room. As soon as Lance walked in, Larry shut and locked the door. Lance turned to look at his dad and gasped at the sight of the exposed erection. "Your thingy's sticking out," he attempted to whisper. "Its okay," Larry patted Lance on the head. "We're all guys here. You just have to remember one thing: Whatever goes on in here, stays in here." Larry then explained the rule about keeping the door closed and locked until everyone was decent. Lance seemed happy. The next week or so, we all got used to seeing each other naked. Lance was the only one that hasn't been visited by the puberty fairy, but he isn't ashamed of it at all. He always seems to be hard when he's naked, and is probably about 3 inches long. He stands at about five feet, no inches tall. Both Larry and Lance are uncut, and my brothers and I are cut. Larry is about five and a half inches uncut, but pretty thick. He is the same height and build as me (five foot six, medium build). Danny and I are 6.25" cut, not thin/not thick. Justin measures in at 7" cut, a little thicker than Larry. Danny and Justin are both about an inch taller than me and Larry, and they both are pretty skinny. In the middle of one night, I woke up to the familiar sound of skin slapping against skin. Someone was giving himself a hand-job. I knew it was Larry since the sound was coming from their bed. I tried to focus on him in the dark, but my eyes wouldn't cooperate. The sound started to slow down and was accompanied by soft grunts, indicating that he'd probably just shot his load. I watched his shadowy form get out of bed leaving Lance on the side of the bed closest to the wall. Larry then slowly walked over to the toilet and I could hear him wiping himself clean, presumably with toilet paper. Then he got back into bed and went to sleep. For the next 3 nights, the same episode replayed itself in the bed next to mine. The third night, I couldn't resist and had to jerk off at the same time he did. When he got up to clean himself off, I just rolled over and shot my load all over my sleeping brother, Justin's, penis and stomach. On the fourth night, Justin and Lance had fallen asleep on the bottom bunk. I looked over at Larry, and he told me that he could get Lance to move over to their bed. I told him not to bother Lance and that if he didn't mind, I would just share the bed with Larry that night. I told him, "I know that you're not used to sleeping on the side of the bed that's against the wall, but would you mind if I slept on the edge for tonight?" He briefly thought about it then agreed. I was curious to see if he would still attempt to secretly jack off in the middle of the night. I lay awake for nearly 3 hours when suddenly there was a rustling of sheets. However, it was coming from the bunk bed. Someone clumsily walked over to the toilet, turned on the light, and took a piss. From my point of view, I could see Lance's naked form peeing into the toilet. Without flushing the toilet, he turned off the light then even more clumsily, found his way back to the beds. He pulled back my sheet and climbed on top of me. Then he whispered in my ear, "Sorry I fell asleep in the other bed, Daddy. Can I still play with your thingy?" Without waiting for a reply, he reached down and grabbed my balls. Instantaneously, I started to throw a boner. His head was lying on my chest as his left hand rolled my balls around in their sac. His legs were wrapped around my left leg and I could feel his erection pressed against my thigh. By the time he moved to grab my throbbing cock, I had already been streaming a bit of pre-cum. He stroked it up and down for a while and said, "It seems kinda longer tonight." "That's because you're playing with Ray's cock. Not mine," came the whisper from Larry. "Sorry," whispered Lance and he stopped stroking. "Don't stop now," whispered Larry. "That's just cruel. You gotta finish what you started, young man. Isn't that right, Ray?" I felt Lance's hand return to my pulsing erection guided by a much bigger hand. Lance continued to stroke my cock as Larry's hand found my balls. "Yessss, Lanccccce.your dad is riiigghht." was all I could get out. The feelings were really beginning to build. Suddenly, in one swift move, Larry removed Lance's hand and took my dick into his mouth. I looked to see if what I was feeling was real. I saw Larry's head buried in my crotch, and Lance's head buried in his father's crotch. Larry was just going slow enough to keep me on the edge, stopping when he could feel me tensing up. Lance, on the other hand, was rocking his head back and forth without abandon, as if he couldn't wait to make his father come. It must have been working because soon Larry was sucking faster and faster on my cock all the while continuing his play with my nuts. So I reached under Larry and played with his balls while his son gave him a blowjob. "AAAAHHH.Here I come, son.." I could feel Larry's balls pulling up closer to his body. Lance removed his father's tool from his mouth and began to stroke it with the same earnest, aiming it towards my body. "Here I cum, Larry!" At the same time I shot my first wad into Larry's mouth, I felt his first wad hit me on the stomach. We each shot about seven more wads before finally letting up. Without cleaning up, we all fell asleep where we were.