Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 12:45:25 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Starting with the family - part one. This first part of this story is a mixture of fact and fiction, but as the story continues fiction [or fantasy] will take over. Comments and conversation always welcome. As a kid, I shared a room and a bed with my brother in the very small flat we lived in at the time. He's ten years older than me, with my sister four years younger than him, and naturally he tended to be the dominant one in the relationship. He was good looking and well muscled, with the sort of tight body that I would develop too as I got older. Then, though, I was a scrawny little kid, and I both envied and admired his body. In such a confined living space it was inevitable that I would see him naked at times, and his flaccid cock fascinated me. I was already masturbating by then, but his even limp seemed bigger to me than my own hard. He was masturbating too, as I well knew from nights when he thought I was asleep and the bed would begin to shake as he tossed himself off. What I most wanted to do was to touch it, and one night when he was asleep I summoned the courage to do it. I reached around him and slipped my small hand inside the slit in his pyjama bottoms. That time, nervous and scared, I only touched it with the tips of my fingers and both the feel of it and my own nervousness had me so excited that I didn't sleep at all that night. After that night, I got bolder. I would feel it and roll it on my palm, and reach further down and cup his balls. Sometimes his cock would stir and become partially erect, and they were the best times of all. I also set out to be naked as much as possible when he was around, taking time drying myself after a wash and slowing down dressing and undressing, but it didn't seem to arouse any interest. Nor did it seem to with my Dad, whom I was giving the same treatment. I was getting curious about his cock as well, but as he showered at work it wasn't till a while later that I got the chance to see his. I found I liked being seen naked, an exhibitionist streak that was to come out all the stronger as I got older, and was always looking for opportunity to expose myself to family and neighbour visitors when they called round if I could make it seem natural. The one time around then that I risked a little more was when I had been left alone in the flat and the tally man was due to call for his money. As soon as he knocked, I stripped off and opened the door naked. He seemed surprised, as you would expect, and stood looking down at me for a moment before smiling an starting to rub his groin through his trousers. I was half hoping and half fearing that he would do more, but all he did was stand there looking down at my small hairless body and rubbing himself. After a few minutes, he said something about how I'd catch cold if I didn't get something on and then took the money and left. I'd been feeling my brother up for about a month when he caught me at it. I was laying there with my hand inside his pyjama bottoms, my own little cock hard as I played with it with my other hand, when suddenly his started to grow until it filled my hand. Then he rolled over onto his back, and I felt his hand come down on mine holding it there against his now fully erect cock. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. My mouth was too dry and I was too scared to more than mumble something unintelligible. I felt his hand go to the back of my head and grab hold of my hair. "You like touching cock, do you, you little queer?" He pulled my head forward and down until my face was above his crotch. "See how you like the taste then." He let go of my hand and his cock so that it sprung up and hit my by the side of my mouth. Then he positioned me so that my face was over it. I had no idea what to do, so for want anything better I kissed the tip. It was warm and strange against my lips. I heard him laugh. "Very sweet," he said. "Open your mouth." I did as I was told, and he pushed my head down a little to that his cock entered my mouth. The sensation that first time is one I will never forget, feeling that strange combination of hardness and softness that is an erect cock on my lips and inside my mouth. And the fact that it was my brother's cock in my mouth gave me a tingling feeling deep in my stomach. He didn't pull me down very hard, and so that time no more than the head entered my mouth although that was enough for me just then. Maybe he was scared, worried about being caught. He was certainly excited. After a few minutes he pushed me away, and then pulled his pyjama top up and trousers down before quickly wanking himself to a climax. The cum spurted up his stomach and chest, and he grabbed my head again and brought my face down to his stomach. He rubbed my cheek on the sticky cum and then let me go. "That's spunk, bum boy," he said. "Get used to it." He readjusted his pyjamas and turned over and seemed to fall asleep immediately. I wiped my cheek on my sleeve, and lay down myself. But I didn't get much sleep myself. Next morning he wanted me not to say anything, or he would tell Mum and Dad that he had caught me touching him up and that this was my way of trying to get out of it. Then the stern look disappeared and he smiled at me. "That was nice," he said. "And it's going to get nicer."