Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 22:32:22 -0600 From: Amy B Subject: I Did My Brother Wrong This story really isn't about incest. I'm not going to write about my brother slipping his big meat into my tight pussy. This is more about what happens when a sister does things to ignite the fire in a brother's sexual being. Even if my intentions were more for me to have a good time and get to see some things. I saw an opportunity and took advantage of it. My brother, Michael, was just about two years older than me. He really is a sweet person. When we were kids, he was shy, almost painfully shy. He had friends, not all that many but the ones he had were very close and very good. He was a good boy too. He never really got into trouble. Although, he really did do a few things that he never got caught doing. My friends, and I will admit it too, thought he was great looking. He was thin but with good muscles. His hair was dark and a little wavy. It was almost always a mess but it still looked good. I would watch him stand in front of the mirror and comb it before he left the house and it would start out neat and in place. Before we ever made it to school, it looked like he had been riding in the car with his head out the window. While our father was always on him to get it cut or keep it combed, our mother really liked it long and messy. Maybe his best attribute was his smile. When you could get him to smile, it was big and white, his eyes would sparkle, and his cheeks would get the cutest dimples. Although Michael was shy, he did love to run around in summer without his shirt. Mostly because he loved to be in the pool. We would go to the country club and swim there but we also had a big above ground pool in the backyard. Michael and his friends would dominate the pool on most summer days. They were loud and rowdy and it wasn't all that safe to be I the pool with them. I would go in the pool early and then about the time that they would show up, I would get out and go lay out to try to soak up some rays and darken my tan. My tan was never able to rival Michael's. He would turn a beautiful dark brown, making his skin look so inviting. It was such a contrast to his butt and upper legs that never saw the sun. I would see him running around in his pajamas and the line separating his tan from his white butt was so dramatic that it inspired me to do him wrong. When I say that his butt and legs had not seen the sun, it doesn't mean that he wasn't naked outside. I know he used to love to go swimming at night. He would be out there by himself. You really couldn't see the pool from the living room and the fence was high and solid. No neighbor could see into the back yard. There was one window that you could see the pool from the house. Michael would escape to the pool at night, let his imagination loose, and also let his shorts down. In the dark, he would move around the water and take advantage of the feeling around his naked body. He usually wasn't too far from his shorts, although at times he would toss them to the other side of the pool and then jump to retrieve them. I would sit on the back of the couch and peek out the window and watch him. I could only catch glimpses of his good parts, not enough to really see and describe them. It was clear that he was naked though, the untanned butt and front would shine in the moonlight. There were a few times that I would go out and mess with him. Sometimes, a girlfriend would join me at peeking at him. When we did mess with him, we would go out while he was naked and swimming. He would quickly swim to the side we were at and hug the wall, just about making it impossible for us to really see, almost. Usually he would work his shorts back on without being to obvious. We never really got a good look but it was still a fun and exciting thing to try. Michael had to give up his pool for a few weeks that summer when we got sent off to camp. We went to camp when our parents went on vacation. They got Switzerland, Bermuda, or a cruise to Alaska and we got a dusty rustic camp in the mountains. I enjoyed it every time we went but it was a convenient way of getting rid of us for their vacation. It was at the camp that I was inspired to do the things later on that summer to Michael. I was in the senior girls' cabin. It was a place that I had envied for the last couple of years. The girls there always seemed to be the prettiest, coolest, and all that. Including being the biggest bitches at the camp. Now I was one of them. That summer I had really developed. I had been avoiding wearing a bra. While I had many girl friends who had been wearing them for the last couple of years, I never saw the attraction. Most of the girls wearing the bras then would have done better with wearing them inside out, at least it would have matched their physiques a little better. I didn't want to wear one but once I got on a horse, I knew I had better wear one then. I definitely felt my tits then. I could feel them bounce and hit bottom every time the horse would run, trotting just about pulled my eyes out. The first real day of riding, my right arm was tired from holding my tits to my chest. For my age, I was stacked. All those other good things were going on with my body too, as well as those bothersome things. I was shown how to shave my pits and legs. I hated that. I would have been much better off living in Europe or Seattle, someplace that doesn't get bothered by natural girls. I'd just as well have hairy pits and legs. My tits did get a lot of attention by the boys. The few weeks we were at the camp, I had eight sets of hands on my tits. For some reason, I got picked out to be the easy girl. Not only was I still a virgin then, no boy had ever laid a finger on my tits prior to that time. It might have been that the only time I wore a bra was when I was riding or a few other times when I would have to do a lot of running or something. There were a few times when the top I was wearing would open an gap enough that the boys could glimpse in and see a little tit. And the night after it rained and it was cold and my headlights were on bright that evening. Most of the boys who felt me up were in Michael's cabin. I know he heard of some of their success but he couldn't really tell me too much about it. One night, there were three boys who got their hands inside my top. They might have gotten enough but truly I was wishing they kept going. They would get better as they went along. They all started by squeezing the crap out of one of them and twisting my nipple like they were turning the volume up. I just about had to put the other tit in their hand to get them to switch. My tits were tingling all night. They were still sore the next morning. A couple boys never put their hands underneath, they were content with feeling outside of my top. That just got me crazy. While it did feel good, I wanted to feel bare hands on bare tit. Only two boys ever went to my pussy. The first time one of them touched me there, I shook and shivered almost like an orgasm. Neither one got inside, all they had to do was try and I would have gladly spread my legs. I would get a few touches of their dicks. I was beginning to think that all boys that age walked around with boners ALL the time. I did touch one naked dick. Just the head of it actually. It was sticking out the leg of his shorts, it escaped from his underwear. I was petting it with a couple of fingers. I was surprised how soft and velvety the head felt. I was going to grab more of it, once I finished feeling the head but before I could, the boy stiffened up, cussed a little bit and then shot cum all down his leg. I had heard that dicks do something like that. It surprised me as much as anything. The boy kept begging me not to say anything about it. I was just trying to figure out exactly what had happened. It was our secret for the rest of camp. Months later, I got a letter from him. By then, he decided that it was good thing. He promised to keep it under control next summer and show me more of what it could do. Unfortunately, we came back on different weeks the next summer. The girls spent most nights, before we were told to shut up and go to sleep, talking about boys. It seemed the older girls just picked up the discussion right where they left off the year before. To start with, most of the talk was about who the cutest boys were. Then it was about which one of the boys would take them to the dance, or sit with on movie night, and stuff like that. The talk did get deeper and sexier as it went along. It was helped out by one of our counselors. We had two in our cabin. One was cool and fun but really kept things straight. She would always try to keep the conversations clean and light. She wouldn't really preach but she was very good at changing the direction of the conversation. The other counselor was cool too but she liked the naughtiness of the cabin. There were times when she would come in and talk to us at night when all the other counselors were hanging outside and talking counselor things. She would talk about the boy campers as much as we did. We talked about the boys' bodies, about their arms and how strong they were. Their lips were another subject, they were the key to a good kisser. Abs and pecs were important. Then we all got imagining the boys' dicks. Some of the girls could not say dick, cock, dong, prick, whatever. Some would only call it a wee-wee and such, other referred to dicks as their things. And one girl insisted to be proper and call it a penis. She was also the most knowledgeable about how it all worked. Our counselor got us choosing one boy at a time and trying to think about what his dick must look like. Mostly it was just guessing but some girls claimed to have seen some of the boys' dicks. Sometimes we could really tell a lot about them by seeing them at the pool or running around in shorts. Spotting pit hair or happy trails was a significant event that was recording in the night's conversation. When it came to Michael, so many of the girls would get wet when they talked about him. I almost took the side of not being his fan but then got so wrapped up in all the admiration of him that I went right along. They all thought he was cool and laid back. I knew it was more that he was shy and not wanting to get involved than it was him looking cool. They loved his hair and his tan. They even said he had the cutest nipples. The girls were very much interested in how he looked naked and what his dick looked like. I was clear that I really didn't know what his dick looked like. I did describe him naked though. No one could understand how I saw him naked but not see his dick. I thought it was a better thing that a sister had not seen her brother's dick. I wasn't sure at the time if he was going through puberty or if he had hair on his dick. Some of the girls schemed to use me to get an opportunity to see Michael's dick. A couple of them who lived fairly close to home even wanted to come over after camp ended and try to see him then. None of the girls got to see him naked and I'm not sure how many of the boys in his cabin did. It was this kind of talk that got me thinking and wondering. I did look at Michael differently after that. My hormones were a mess and things were brewing in my head. Camp had inspired my interest in boys, boys' bodies, and boys' dicks. The girls had also convinced me that my very own brother probably had the best looking, most interesting, and wonderful dick at camp and on any boy around. I was in that state of mind several weeks later when a new opportunity arose. Our parents were heading out of town. They told us it was another vacation but it was more of a counseling session to attempt to save their marriage. We had already been to camp, and it was a little too late to register for another session. We were going to stay with neighbors. It was my best girl friend's house. Ann was really Michael's age and in his class but she was my friend. Michael might have stayed at one of his friend's homes but either he didn't ask, didn't want to, or that they were gone. It was just a few houses away and not all that big of thing. Ann had a big brother, in high school. He was a big ol jock, not a good one but still a jock. He wasn't all that handsome but he does have a special place in my history. His was the first hairy dick that I ever saw. It would show up at different times. I'm sure on purpose more than accidentally as he tried to make it seem. Adam would piss with the door open and stand at an angle to the toilet to make sure I could see. He also walked into Ann's bedroom from the shower, looking for a towel, twice. They never did keep extra towels in Ann's room. And he also flashed me his dick a few times. The last couple of times, I think he caught me looking at his bulge. Little brother Aaron learned from his big brother. He was a huge exhibitionist. He was probably three years younger than me and was just a kid. He would run around his house and backyard naked, mostly when his parents were not there. When I did spend the night, Ann and I could count on Aaron showing up sometime naked. It wasn't that big a thing with Ann, they did share a bathroom and were naked together many times. She was pretty old when they were still taking baths together. He was actually cute naked. It was more than one time that we had to check the closet or under the bed before we got changed. Aaron would hide and try to see me get undressed and naked. Most of the time, his breathing would give him away. It was really obvious that he was in the room hiding. It was also the way he breathed several years later when he would beat off. I won't get into that now. The first day over at Ann's was not anything special at all. Michael escaped and went swimming most of the day. Then dinner and laying around watching TV the rest of the night. Michael was sleeping in Aaron's room and when they went to bed, Aaron showed Michael everything in his room. Michael would reply with little grunts or a "cool" and endured the show. He wasn't real thrilled to be there but he really didn't complain. That night, Ann and I talked about camp and Michael. For a long time, she and Michael had been foes more than friends. But when the hormones took over her body, she found him very attractive. She was very interested when I got telling her about what the girls at camp thought of Michael and about how we imagined all the boys' dicks. I did tell her that I beat off 2 or 3 boys while at camp. Instead of a couple of fingers petting the head of a dick, it was me with my hand wrapped around massive meat and stroking wildly. If I didn't learn how to do it at camp, I learned to tell about it. Ann and I had spied on Michael on his moonlight swims and even walked out to the pool when he was naked in there. It had just been fun before. Now, it was more of a mission. We both wanted to see what he had. We made a plan to convince Michael to go home the next evening and go swimming. We were going to wait until he was as far from his shorts as he could get then grab and keep them until we saw all that we wanted. All those plans had to change when Ann's parents were going out for the evening and they didn't want Michael to go to the pool. I guess they decided it would have looked bad if he had drowned in his own pool while they were out drinking and dancing. That afternoon, while Michael and Aaron had disappeared for a while, Ann and I scammed with Adam. Ann and I made it sound like Michael had done something to make him deserving of a pantsing. It was like he had seen Ann and I naked and had promised to show his and then didn't. Adam felt compelled to help out. That evening as we were just hanging around the house and watching TV, we got talking about things intimate in nature. Ann and I were telling stories. Adam contributed things. He even talked with ease about the attributes of the some of the boys that Ann and I were interested in. Adam's hand would go down adjust things in his pants. Michael wasn't so obvious with his hands but because he was already in his pajamas, he couldn't hide too much of what was going on in his pants. Aaron was trying to contribute but mostly he just said the wrong things at the wrong time. Ann and I would be talking about a boy and a girl sleeping together and then Aaron would say something about them beating off. Ann, Aaron and I would look at him and roll our eyes, Michael would give him a weird look. Aaron asked Michael what was up with the pajamas. Michael just explained that is what he slept in. They were the little short sets, three big buttons on the top and loose shorts. Aaron kept at it, saying that he and Adam just wear underwear. That all the boys wear underwear when they sleep over and go to camp. Michael wasn't really liking the conversation or defending his clothing choice. Adam got into the argument and suggested that it was hot enough that he should take the pajamas off. Aaron reached down the back of Michael's pajama bottom to see if he even had underwear on underneath. That is when the wrestling started. At first, I thought Michael was mad. As they rolled over, they both came up laughing. They were rolling around on the bed. Aaron was pulling at Michael's pajamas without a whole lot of success. Michael was just trying to grab hold of Aaron while keeping his shorts on. Aaron was one of those boys that just seemed to be able to get out of anything. He could twist away and contort his body so that you could never grab him and wrap him up. And he would giggle the entire time. Aaron was able to pull Michael's shorts down a little in the back and expose the glaring whiteness. In return, Aaron's underwear was down below his butt cheeks. I got an eyeful of his pink rosebud as they rolled around. I succumbed to my instant desire and I put a finger right on that rosebud. It was like I hit the turbo button. Aaron was able to immediately get out of the grasp and sit up right. He looked at me and smile. He pulled his underwear back up and was about to pounce on me. That attack was diverted when Adam took advantage of the moment and grabbed Michael. He wrestled around a little, both of them laughing and cussing as boys do. Michael was absolutely no match for Adam. It was just a matter of a few seconds before Adam had Michael all wrapped up. One arm was pinned above and under his head, the other was held close by Adam's arm across his chest. Michael couldn't even kick with the way Adam had his legs pinned. Then Adam told Aaron to go for it. Aaron jumped right on it and grabbed both pajama shorts and underwear. In a series of tugs and pulls and a lot of begging by Michael to quit. Then Ann and I saw the little tuff of dark hair appear right at the waistband of the pajamas. I heard Ann gasp, I felt a big surge of anticipation and my eyes went wide open. One more big pull and out popped Michael's dick and balls. I hadn't even thought about seeing his balls but they were there, right there in front of us. His dick was all boned up. It was probably has hard as it ever got. It was thin and long, very long in comparison to the girth and his size. It was pointing out from his body. Most of it was as white as the rest of what was usually covered with shorts. Then there was that long pink area, that looked the cutest part of all. Then the little head, it was as red as anything I had ever see on a person. The last inch of his dick had a little twist or turn that went to the left. It was every bit as cute as the rest of Michael. I could even see down the hole where the sperm and piss come out. Then I was amazed by his balls. There was this huge pink sack. Not a hair on it. I looked so soft and inviting. I could see where his balls were in his sack and the tubes connecting things. When he would struggle, I could see the balls move up and down. If I could have spoken, I would have told Michael that I had no idea he had balls. Especially in a sack that long. I not only could not speak, I could not hear. I wasn't paying any attention to the cussing, yelling, and demands made by Michael for Adam to let go. Aaron got back into it by slapping Michael's dick and making that noise only boys can make, a growling doo-dom that just accenting the bouncing of Michael's dick. I had seen both Aaron and Adam naked, and a few other dicks, mostly in pictures and such but I was able to study this one and time seemed to stop. When Adam showed off, it was from a distance and all the hair around didn't really let me look at it. It was more like a bundle of fur with a dick sticking out of it. And Aaron's was just a little nub with a little blob where his balls were. Even the boy at camp, all I saw of his was the head. There were some others at some Truth or Dare games but the way we played, the flash was so quick, you really weren't sure if they showed anything or not. I did finally hear Michael. He was mad and yelling. He was so mad that you couldn't tell he was crying, but I could. I told Adam to let him go but until I pinched the crap out of his nose, he wouldn't let go. Michael got up and as he was struggling to pull his pajamas up, he fell and landed face first on the floor. He stumbled again and gave us a look at his rosebud. He did get up and started running for the front door. He opened it, decided it wasn't that great of an idea to run away in pajamas, and then slammed it. He ran into Ann's parents bathroom and locked the door. Then began the apologizing and trying to convince Michael to come out. Aaron and Adam were laughing about it all. Aaron kept talking about how hard Michael's dick was and how long it was, and how red the head was. Adam was excited about it, he just didn't do too much talking. I saw a wet spot on his underwear, right at the tip of his dick. I didn't know then but realized it years later just how much Adam did enjoy it then. I went first to try to talk Michael out. I didn't get much out of him, other than him telling me to get fucked and a bunch of other such pleasant thoughts. Ann then tried and got a little success. Ann and I tried separately and together for quite a while. We did get Adam to come to the door and apologize. I almost hit Adam when he made an offer to show Michael his stuff and to even make the girls to get naked. I just knew that would just get Michael madder and that he would end up locked in the bathroom until Ann's parents came back home. However, there was something that I could tell that Michael was listening and considering the offer. The more Adam talked, the more Michael responded. Ann volunteered to get completely naked. That was really the deal maker, from there on it was just making him feel better. And a little set back when Aaron jumped in and made a comment about Michael's hard dick. Michael had us go back into Ann's room and wait. He did come out a few minutes later. He still looked pissed and you could tell he had been crying but he was ready to give orders. He told Aaron that he didn't care what he did, he could get naked or not, stay or not. Aaron was just thrilled that he didn't have to leave the room. Then Michael told us all that we couldn't tell anybody at all and he did threaten Aaron that if he ever said anything that he would hurt him. I know Michael enough to know that was his way of warning all of us. I also knew Michael was patient and he would wait to get us back. Once when I made him mad for getting his bed at a hotel dirty, he waited a month to pour salt into my bed to get even. The summer before, my cabin at camp did a panty raid on the boys' cabin. We took exactly one pair of underwear from every footlocker we could get into, including the boy counselors. The boys were out on a campout that night and when they showed up the next morning, there was underwear strung up from the flagpole to the edge of the gym. Michael waited until the first day of school. I walked out and when I saw friends pointing back at my house, I turned and looked. Michael had strung up almost every pair of panties I had, including ones I hadn't worn in years. Those were the worse, little hearts and ponies and all things just too cute. He walked past me, just smiling and said, "we're even now, you panty snatcher". I was mad but even I was smiling about it by the time we got home that afternoon. Michael started his revenge by telling Ann that he wanted to see it. It was her pussy. He said it a few times and then pointed so that it was much clearer as to what he meant. And tits would be included. Michael stood by the door, either so that he could escape quickly if things turned bad or to keep any one from leaving. Ann was talking and saying things like it was fair, Michael really wasn't listening, he wanted to see pussy. And she did get undressed. She stepped out of her shorts and as she reached for her panties, we could see her pubic hair pressing against her panties. My eyes went from her panties to Michael's eyes and back and forth. As the panties came down, Michael's eyes went wider, along with the bulge in his pajama bottom. Ann stepped out of the panties, Adam and Aaron laughed and said a few things but Michael kept his attention between Ann's legs. Ann did a little dance, shaking her butt, parting her legs, turning around, just really moving around from being nervous and the center of everybody's attention. I heard Michael tell her "tits too" and her top dropped quickly. She did keep moving in her little dance but she also tried to hold her hands and arms to hide her nakedness. Aaron slid on the floor and got right in front of Ann and pointed right up to her pubic hair and explained that there was a pussy in there. That did make us laugh and Ann swatted Aaron's hand away, again and again. And Michael told Ann to show him where the pussy was. Aaron offered to do the moving of the hair only to get swatted away again. Ann and I were not into bikini trims or waxes then and what we had there was natural. She had a good bush of pubic hair, there is no doubt that it was a signal to the male of the species that she was ready for breeding. Or at least the triangle of hair was an arrow that said look here. Michael looked and even took a few steps forward for a better look. He bent over and said it was pink and it looked wet. He did study it for awhile. I was looking too, and looking at him as well. When Michael did stand back up, his boner had shifted and was at full attention. It was pulling on his pajamas so much that it caused a gap at the waist band. I kept thinking about what I had just seen an hour or more ago. Now I truly was imagining what he had in his pants. Then Michael pointed to Adam and told him to get his dick out. I had to smile at that. For years, I had heard my father and Michael talk about getting his dick out, mostly it was about pissing. It was more like "get it out and go". "It" was clearly understood by my father and Michael that "it" was a dick. Then Adam stood up from the bed and dropped his underwear. Out flopped a thick dick. I could tell it wasn't completely hard but it sure was limp and small. Adam's dick sure didn't look like Michael's. It was dark, thick and looked shorter. The pink part near the head was also dark but clearly pinker. The head of his dick was more like a big bulb. It looked more like tanned skin than red. The whole thing was covered in fur. Even Michael described it as fur. It did have the same color, texture, and curl as Ann's pubic hair. I had to look for his balls. They were in a tight, fur covered sack that was right up under his dick. It all looked dark and furry. It looked so heavy and I was imagining being Adam and having to carry that stuff around between his legs all the time. I also had a thought about how he was not such a good jock because he had all that to get in the way. As Adam stood there, with his underwear at his knees, Michael said "make it hard". But as Adam grabbed his dick, he said no and pointed to Aaron to do it. Michael said that since Aaron liked doing it to him, do it to his brother. Aaron jumped right in front of Adam. His face was about level with Adam's dick. Aaron flipped and tugged, and stroked and twisted and slapped and Adam's dick responded quickly. His dick turned upward with a big arcing curve. It was all a little pinker or redder. Michael had to make Aaron stop so he could see the result. Aaron's hands went right to his own dick. I hadn't even seen him get naked but he was out of his underwear and working on his own little boner. Still not more than a nub but plenty hard enough to hang a shirt on. My own hand found its way to my pussy. I wasn't rubbing it hard, just keeping in touch with it as things got excited. I didn't even hear Michael tell me about five times to get undressed too. I started by removing my top, no bra of course. My tits seemed to poke out into the middle of the room. If it was possible, I could feel eyes on them. They were very perky things then, I could cup my hand all the way around them but they were a handful. It was a family trait I would guess that we had small cute nipples. At least my areolas were small and cute. My nipples were on full bright. My top brushed against my left nipple and I shivered as it touched me. Michael gave me a look that I knew that he was saying that he was waiting for the rest. I could feel a wetness in my pussy. I was a little slow on taking off my bottoms, partly because I was worried about how wet I was but also because I was very conscience of Adam and how much he was enjoying watching me. He was stroking his boner slowly but definitely stroking. And whispering to himself. I went to pull down my bottoms when Aaron appeared and started to help me. I swatted him away. But Michael stopped me and told me to let Aaron do it. It did feel a little creepy to let a boy pull my clothes off. And it was a shock when the air hit my hot pussy. But when Aaron reached up and put a finger in my pussy, I about lost it. He hit just the right spot. I've had lovers who couldn't find it for hours and this kid found it just by jabbing a little finger at it. It was like an electrical shock went through me. It might have felt good if that was what I was after but it hurt. I slapped him several times, he was enjoying that. The others were all laughing. And Adam was stroking a little faster. I was hoping this all would last long enough for us to watch Adam beat off all the way. I wanted to see it actually done and not just the tip of his dick squirting. Michael cussed a little and said that I did have more hair down there than he did. I did but I was not a beast down there myself. I had a nice triangle bush. Then it looked like I had intentionally trimmed it into that nice shape. It was what made me decide on my swim bottoms that summer. I picked out the one that went right along the line of hair. And I did look good then. For the next hour, the four of us stayed naked while Michael stayed in his pajamas. Nipples and dicks were all hard the entire time. The conversation of apologizing went away quickly and we got into some really heavy and serious discussion. I know now that not all of it was true but it was the best we knew then. Adam explained that the sperm gets building up in his balls and then squirts out and if you squeezed just right, it shot out better. Ann pointed out some things on her pussy and used that as an excuse to feel mine to make sure I had the same equipment. She did find my clit and if she hadn't of stopped, I would have been laying back in the bed and moaning. Ann let Michael rub his hand all over her pussy. And Adam even got Michael to feel his dick. Aaron had to have some attention and made me feel how hard his dick was. I did have some fun there. Aaron distracted me for awhile and I kidded him about when I touched his rosebud. He said something about it being dangerous for a boy to be touched there but somehow got in a position to let me touch it again. I did let him feel my nipples and he compared them to how hard his dick was. I did stroke him a little. What really made him feel good was when I used my fingernail under the tip of his dick. If you have ever seen a little puppy when he gets his belly scratched, you know how Aaron looked at the time. His mouth opened, his head went back, he closed his eyes and just let me keep rubbing that good little area. I would remember that for later and use it again, for many years. When I got paying attention again, Michael had his hands all over Ann's body. Adam was sitting extremely close to Michael and his dick was rubbing against Michael's pajama covered butt. Ann had unbuttoned Michael's top and was rubbing his belly and sneaking her way down to his dick. Adam was also helping move Michael's hand around while at the same time making contact with the heel of his hand on Michael's dick. Ann whispered something to Michael and he nodded. I watched as she slid her hand into his pajama bottom. There was no doubt when she made contact. His knees went weak and he let out a little moan. Ann was really telling Michael how good his dick was and how cute it was. I could see her pulling on his pubic hair as she said not to worry about how much hair he had. Michael actually growled when she moved her hand to his balls. I think Michael was in love! Then Ann pulled her hand out slowly, Michael gave the silliest smile I had ever seen on his face. Ann held her hand to her nose and I could see some shiny little strings of liquid between the tips of her fingers. She started to examine that as Adam took over with Michael. In just a few words, Adam convinced Michael to let him pull off his pajama bottom. I was grateful, I got to look at my brother's cute dick. There was more of the clear precum at the end of his dick. I focused again at the pink sack. His balls hung so low as he stood there, I was amazed. I could see both his and Adam's dicks at the same time, they were only a few inches away. I think Adam's was three times as thick as Michael's but if you held them together, Michael's was probably an inch longer, at least. Adam put Michael's hand on his dick and then his on Michael's. I couldn't hear what Adam was saying but Michael would nod or shake his head. Then they laid down on the bed and I heard Adam say that he wanted to show him something really really cool. With Michael's back snuggled up close to Adam and Adam reaching around in front, Adam started to stroke him. I barely realized that I started to match his stroke with stroking Aaron. Adam got serious and completely gripped Michael's dick in his fist. It almost looked like a cartoon of somebody beating off, it was like all the times I had seen the boys goofing and imitating doing it. Then, in just a few minutes, Michael was moving around and kicking like he was trying to get away. He was yelling that he was going to piss, and begging and demanding to be let go. Adam told him to hang in there and just watch. I flinched as I saw the first rope of cum fly out. I wasn't even sure that I even saw it. Then a second, third, and fourth rope came flying out as Michael growled then moaned. I could see about 4 more spasms hit him as a little more cum ooze out. Michael jumped up and started to cuss again. He was also looking closely at the cum that he had caught in his hand. Michael really didn't understand what had happened, even though he knew a little about what was supposed to happen. Adam couldn't react to Michael's cussing but told him it was a cool thing as he rolled onto his back. Adam was stroking his dick fast and hard. Then with a series of grunts, out oozed several short ropes of thick white cum. It oozed down and coated his dick and hand. Michael had stopped complaining and cussing, and stood there and watched the cum pour out. Michael was now really studying his own cum, smelling it, moving it between his fingers, and scraping a little more off his leg. His dick was even redder, and still as hard as ever. He began to scratch the bottom of it and then said he would be back. He ran to the bathroom, I followed to make sure he was alright. I had a very weird feeling, I was proud of my big brother but also wanted to comfort him. I wasn't real sure what to do or why I was following him. A naked little butt squeezed between me and the wall and made it in the bathroom with Michael before he closed the door. I heard Michael pissing and Aaron asking him a bunch of questions about what just happened. I listened at the door and heard Michael say all kinds of good things about it. He also answered a lot of questions with an "I don't know". When Michael came back, Ann and I were just about dressed, and Adam had his underwear on. Michael grabbed his pajama bottom and slipped them on. We sat on the floor and talked for several more hours. And in the dark when we turned the lights off when Ann's parents came home. The parents were just down the hall making love as we talked. Aaron had fallen asleep naked leaning his head on my lap. I did let my hand wander. We did tell a few more lies, unintentional most of them. All I had planned was to see my brother's dick and it turned out to be a huge lesson for us all. Michael did start practicing what he learned that very next morning. And he and Adam would help each other learn a few more things. Michael and Ann became much better friends, in several ways. Aaron and I, well, he sure was easy to please, but he sure did like to be pleased a lot. I hope I told this right and none of you hold it against me for setting up my brother. I'm not sure that he ever got even with me. He might still be planning something. If he did something to get even, it was a good thing that I enjoyed. If I wrote that the boys were in panties, then forgive me. I know boys don't wear panties or like their dicks and balls to be called cute. Calling his undies panties was always something that would get a reaction out of Michael. Let me know what you think please.