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Chapter 7: Razor Routine

Natures daily musical number woke me from my sleep. It was still and probably always will be my favourite way to be awoken. And given the fact we lived in the heart of a bustling city, waking up to birds instead of vehicles, made me appreciate the symphonic bird-clock ever more.

"You're up," Corey's low grumble came from beside me. He was lying on his side, his elbow planted in his pillow as his hand supported his head.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Good morning to you, too," he smirked.

"Morning bro," I chuckled.

Corey dropped his head back to his pillow. He stretched his arms, then clasped his hands together, closing his eyes with warm content.

"Good dream?"

"The best," he murmured.

"Wanna say?"

"Nah," he continued smiling blissfully. It was almost as if he was trying to remain in whatever paradise his conscience had conjured up for him throughout the night.

I turned on my back, looking up at the ceiling. The images of last night flashed before my eyes.

"When did you become such a good kisser?"

"Always have been," Corey stated proudly. "When did you learn to stoke off another guy so well?"

I cringed slightly, but the memory of me pulling my brother off to a rapturous moan as he coated my hand with his cum caused my dick to stir.

"Touché," I grinned. "Speaking of...I wonder why our parents decided to have you cut, but leave me intact?"

"Do you like it?"

"Do you always have to answer a question with a question?" I laughed.

"I prefer showing instead of telling," Corey winked as he pulled back the duvet, showing off his near-smooth semi, cut cock.

"Jesus, the amount you shot last night, I thought you'd be out-of-service for a while."

Without warning, I felt a hand grasp my cock beneath the sheets, starting a light massage. Corey rolled over to me, his face next to mine.

"Seems like you've recovered."

I groaned as my stiff prick was worked. Corey's head dipped below the covers. Was he going to do what I think he was?

"Err, Cor, we should-"

His face suddenly popped out from the sheets directly above mine.

"Should what?"

"Have breakfast first?"

He beamed his mischievous smirk again, letting go of my aching cock.

As much as I wanted to get sucked and cum right there, the thought of things spiralling out of control hadn't left me. Whatever this was, was new to me. The knowledge that this was heading into sensitive territory, wasn't lost on me. This time, however, I'd try to figure things out on my own. Letting Corey in on my train of thought proved to be a delicate subject, and after the surprise we received last night, I wasn't about to complicate things further.

I got up and headed for the shower, washing off last night's 'workout'. I rinsed the suds off my smooth torso, enjoying the calming warmth the water spray brought. The shower curtain being flung to the side with a metallic clink of the rail thrusted me out of my reverie. A nude Corey stepped in without a word, bearing a grin.

"Sorry bro, I couldn't be bothered to wait. Plus we may as well save on water."

"Sure." This was unexpected. But I suppose it made sense that he would be this comfortable since breaking down barrier last night.

"You mind washing my back?"

"Umm..." I hesitated.

"Bro, it's my back. Chill." Corey smirked, turning around to hand me the wash cloth. I took it hesitantly, not wanting to get into something you'd see a couple engaging in.

"Can't you wash your own back?" I asked.

"Bro, I'm not asking you to fuck my ass," Corey chuckled.

I sighed. He was right. A backwash wouldn't necessarily lead to any intimate moments, so why not. I started with his shoulders. Broad and strong.

"Yet," Corey mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing," He chuckled.

I went down his toned back and stopped above his firm ass.

"I think I'm done," I held out the cloth for him to take.

"Oh, could you wash my bum and legs, please. Saves me having to stretch."

"Haven't you been able to do this on your own up to now?"

"Yeah, but a helping hand is always easier, right?"

I groaned. I knelt down and washed his ankles and slid the cloth up his smooth, toned legs. I got to his thighs, when he spread his legs. I did the inners and then the outside and slowly went up his cheeks.

"Mmmm," Corey elicited a quiet moan, and against my will, my cock gave a twitch. Apparently this had been alluring to my sub-conscience, because I was close to hard.

"You need to be rubbed down?"

"Oh," I cleared my throat, "err, no. I'm clean, thanks."

"You mind helping me shave then?"

"Shave what?"

Corey turned around, handing me a razor and taking back the cloth. He motioned downward, my eyes following our stiff cocks almost touching. I felt my face flush hot.

"Don't nick it," he chuckled.

"Come on, man, you can do that on your own time," I said, reluctant to fall into something that could be mistaken for me obliging to a romantic routine. We had fun last night, but that didn't suddenly deem us a couple.

"Bro, you know how difficult it is shaving down there. Come on."

He wasn't wrong there. I'd suffered nicks in the past and they hurt like hell. The fear of cutting my ball bag always made me nervous.

"Ugh, fine!"

"Besides, you need it done, by the looks of it. I could help you, too."

Both of our crotches had a tiny layer of stubble, and like my brother, I hated having any body hair. Since I'd washed his back and butt checks, I guess doing this wouldn't be all that dissimilar.

"Fine! But we're not making this a habit," I whined.

I knelt down and came face-to-face with my sixteen-year-old brothers stiff prick. This was the first time I'd ever been this close and to tell you the honest truth, I was impressed. It wasn't veiny, and the circumcision was perfect, to the degree the line had almost blended in with the rest of his length. I grabbed his thigh and levelled the razor with the line of stubble above his crotch.

"Wait," Corey reached out of the shower and pulled in a can of shaving foam, handing it to me.

"Spread this first. I don't want burns."

"Can you not?"

Corey rolled his eyes and folded his arms.

I looked back at his perfect cock. I suppose he would return the favour, and it's not like I was lubing him up for something else. I sprayed a glob of foam into my left hand and grasped his throbbing teenage cock, coating the shaft, balls and the rest of the base. I rinsed my hand and put rested it on his thigh.

"You didn't die after all," Corey winked.

"Shush you. And keep still."

"Yes, sir."

I rolled my eyes as I lined up the razor, taking the first short swipe against the top line of stubble above his cock. I drove through the hair pretty fast, and was eventually left with his balls to do.

"You're gonna have to hold my dick to keep the skin-"

"I know! Relax!" I huffed. I breathed in and out and took my brothers solid prick, and lifted it. His balls were coated with fine hair that seemed invisible at a distance, but up close, were as clear as day. I couldn't leave it there.

I slowly traced his balls with the razor, being as careful as I could. I could feel his cock throbbing in my had as I held it up firmly. Within a couple of minutes, I was done. His entire crotch was baby-smooth. I let go of his dick; as rigid as ever.

"Thanks bro," Corey beamed.

"You look like you're gonna bust," I cracked up.

"I'm not alone," he said, tapping my aching cock. "Alright, let's switch."

Corey slowly knelt down, the showers spray cascading down his back. After filling his palm with foam and spreading it to the other, he grasped my fuzzy balls with one hand and my shaft with the other, slowly slathering them. He worked my tumescence for a solid fifteen seconds, leaving me with no choice but to hold onto his shoulders for support. My legs had begun to shake.

"Corey, could you-"

"Done!" He smiled, letting go of my throbbing prong.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I wanted this to be as asexual an occurrence as possible, and me giving my brother a facial from the suspiciously drawn out cock lathering would throw that intention right out.

"Hold still," he chimed.

I continued to hold onto his shoulders as he dragged the razor through the stubble. As I had done, he had one hand holding my shaft and the other working the blade.

"I kinda like your foreskin. It's cute." Corey said, not losing focus of the delicate job at hand.

"Yeah? I kinda like how neat your circumcision came out. Gives your dick a sleek, uniform aesthetic,"

"Huh. I guess it does," he replied, glancing down at his now semi-hard boy dick.

"You know, I considered getting cut at one point," I said, thinking back to the time I had a conversation with an old Jewish friend in secondary school.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Remember Asher?"

"Mhm..."

"Well, we used to sometimes watch porn together on his phone during break. And one time, after noticing most guys to be cut, I told him I thought it seemed like it was probably better to have it that way because most porn stars who were awesome at fucking, were cut."

"What he say,"

"Oh, that he wished he had foreskin because apparently you lose a lot of your nerve-endings due to your head and glans being permanently exposed."

"Meaning less pleasure?" Corey looked up briefly - intrigued.

"Apparently."

"Huh," he said, as he continued the shave.

"Do you..."

"What?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a little weird about asking my younger brother about his sex life, but he had brought me to orgasm the night before, and since we happened to be tending to each other's dicks, I suppose crossing another line wouldn't be too bad.

"You know... feel pleasure?"

Corey laughed, "really bro? Do I - the guy boned up twenty-four-seven - feel pleasure. I dunno, wanna find out?" he winked.

"Alright, alright," I chuckled, self-consciously, "dumb question."

There was a moment of silence as Corey finished the surrounding area, and started on my balls.

"To be honest, yeah. I need lube of some kind to have a great feeling wank. Like, I can go dry, but it doesn't feel anywhere near as good. I guess that comes down to me having a tight cut. But I definitely feel pleasure. I'll teach you my weak points," he grinned, causing my cock to throb involuntarily.

As Corey finally scraped away the remaining streaks of foam from my crotch, I took the shower head and hosed myself cleaned. My cock gleamed, perfectly hairless like the rest of me. Just the way I liked it.

Corey seemed to inch closer, still holding my dick in his hand, inspecting his work.

"That's the best shave I've ever seen," he muttered.

"Looks good. Thanks, bro."

Without a word, he wrapped his fist around my shaft and gave it a slow, rhythmic stoke.

"Err, what are-"

"I'm legit envious of your foreksin, it's so rubbery and soft. Like, the way it moves back and forth over the crown of your head is hypnotic," he said, seemingly absent-minded; distracted by my pulsating tool.

"Bro, I think we should g-"

"Like this probably feels better than what I feel, right?"

Corey looked up into my eyes as he continued the slow stroke. His face millimetres from my bellend. The sight of his naked-self, crouched in front of me as he stroked my cock brought mental comparisons of several porn scenes I'd seen over the years. I'd never experienced this with a girl. Maybe that's why this felt so invigorating? My body wanted what it hadn't experienced. That must be it, right?

It was as if time had slowed to a crawl as I watched my young brother slip my rigid cock between his lips, his unblinking eyes locked on mine. His hot velvet mouth encased my entire length, then pulled back, only to return my pole back into his teen mouth.

"Ugh, fuck," I grunted, my will to resist dissipating rapidly.

I'd never seen my brother like this, and never imagined he would be doing this to me, but a raw, primal fire inside me burned at the striking image. His bright blue eyes communicated a hunger he was finally satiating. Corey's pace quickened. He stroked the bottom half of my shaft while he sucked the top half, his tongue detailing my head.

"I'm close," I gasped, as I tried pulling my cock from my brothers eager mouth. Corey moaned, gripping my cock firmly. As the pressure fizzed to the tip, I pushed Corey's head back, resulting in an audible pop as my cock sprung free. A second later, I spurted three thick ropes of cum, one streaking Corey's cheek, the other two his chest.

I leaned against the wall, eyes half-shut, reeling from the orgasm that rocked me.

"You almost shot me in the eye," Corey giggled.

"Cor, this was supposed to be a standard shower, not another opportunity," I breathed.

"What oppurtunity?" He replied, causally cleaning my cum off his chest.

"I dunno, man. Like, I just don't want to do sexual shit all the time, is all."

"What?" He cackled, "since when?"

"Since we're..."

"Yeah?"

I climbed out of the bath, wrapping myself in a towel.

"Nothing. I have to get to work,"


I sat at my computer, staring blankly at the abundance of unread emails. Fifteen minutes had passed, yet all I could do was stew in uncertainty and guilt. What I felt last night was genuine. I wanted nothing more than to be here for my brother. To love and support him beyond all else. And, to be honest, it felt incredible getting off at the hands of another person.

"Oh my god, could you stop with the repeats!" Corey yelled out from the living room. "The same goddamn story over and over and over again. Switch it up for once!"

"Corey?" I called out to him.

"Sorry! It's this dumb show. The character keeps harping on about the same dilemma over and over."

The irony hit me like a freight train.

Truth be told, I felt a connection with my brother I'd never felt before now. And while my body indicated a mutual need for the physicality we shared, my conscience had society's moral guidelines plaguing me.

It seemed like I wasn't averse to experimenting with a guy. Only that the guy happened to be my younger brother with whom I was legal guardian of. Something most outside these walls would condemn me for.


The following week was spent buried in work. It afforded little to no dawdling, and given Corey's penchant for cramming in as much revision as humanly possible in preparation for the oncoming school year, he was in the same boat. It meant we had little time together. When Saturday came, I organised a trip to the cinema for us. A change of scenery and some bonding seemed like the perfect decompression.

Corey and I navigated the heaving Underground to travel to Waterloo, with the hope of getting a couple of drinks at a local pub before seeing something in the theatre on South Bank. I preferred staying put on the weekends when possible due to the sweeping crowds congesting every inch of space within the city. But weekdays were for school and work, so we'd have to deal with the same irritation every Londoner faced.

The Waterloo Faucet, an incredibly young pub that sold itself on being the best craft beer in London. Airy and without the annoying pillars you'd find in the 18th century pubs littered around the area, it peaked my interest as a place I'd wanted to bring Corey to when he was of age to drink. As we approached the walkway that lead by its enterance, I thought it would be exciting to instead treat him now.

"Stay out here. I'm gonna get us a drink." I said, motioning to the outside seating blocked from view of the bartenders inside.

After standing for five minutes in a lineup of twenty-something-year-old patrons, all seemingly role-playing a lumberjack in almost identical garb, I was served.

"Seems busy," Corey said, tilting his head to the bar.

"Yup. And getting busier. We came at the right time."

I pushed Corey's beer to him and took a sip of my drink.

"What's that?" Corey asked as he took a sip.

"Triple whiskey."

Corey flinched with furrowed brows.

"What?" I asked.

"Dad got smashed on that all the time."

"So?"

"Dunno. Just a trigger, I guess." He took another sip of his beer, trying to mask the blatant disappointment.

"Corey, you know, just because someone you- WE hate enjoys something, doesn't mean we can't."

"I know. Caught me off guard is all."

"Don't worry. I won't become an abusive, impotent man-child because of it." I winked.

"Better not-" he said, glancing to the side.

I took a giant swig, draining the glass.

"-otherwise you're not getting your pole polished again," he smirked.

Half of the liquid I downed burst out my nose, forcing me to swallow the rest in order to breathe. I coughed, wiping my nose with the bottom of my shirt.

"Christ, Cor! Do you mind?" I laughed.

I got myself another triple whiskey on the rocks and a pint of, what the bearded, check shirt-wearing clones regarded as, the best beer in the pub. After we finished our drinks, we headed to the film, light-headed and giggling.

The usher gave a quizzical expression when Corey told him he loved him, causing me to burst into laughter. If I wasn't so tipsy, I'd have feared our removal from the auditorium before the film had even begun. The room seemed to be at half the capacity, which I preferred. The one thing that prevented me from seeing more movies at the cinema was overcrowding. Corey lead me by hand to the corner of the back row where two teen boys were already situated. We sat down and one of the boys nodded to us. To be honest, he was insanely hot.

"You guys look pissed," the one boy whispered as he leaned in.

"Tipsy," I smiled.

The boys friend leaned over to whisper into the hot boys ear. He was just as attractive. I don't know why I was so fixated on how hot they were, but it felt good acknowledging it. The boys started to get into a quiet discussion between them. I didn't think much of it until the first attractive boy leaned into Corey who was sitting closest to him.

"You boyfriends?"

"Yeah, you guys?"

My ears pricked at my brothers response, but I kept my eyes on the screen ahead.

"Nah, just mates," the boy replied. "How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen and he's eighteen," Corey let go of my hand he'd been holding all this time.

Right. That's why they suspected it.

He put his hand on my thigh instead and gently squeezed, causing me to place my hand on his.

"I'm fifteen and he's turning fifteen in December," the boy said titling his head to his friend.

"You guys are cute," Corey replied.

I could hear a distant whisper which I assumed to be his friend telling him something.

"My mate says you lot are fit as fuck,"

An involuntary smile spread on my face. Corey glanced at me as his hand drifted to my inner thigh.

The movie started as Corey said something unintelligible back. Both of them then turned on their phone screens as numbers were exchanged.

Corey sat back and glanced at me again, positively beaming.

"What are you up to?" I whispered.

"Nothing. The movie is starting."

Roughly twenty minutes into the film, Corey turned in his seat and draped his leg over mine and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe I was just a horny idiot, but I chubbed hearing those words.

We decided to leave the film the second the credits rolled to avoid any potential queues. We got to the foyer when Corey's phone went off.

"Yeah?"

Pause.

"K."

Pause.

"Sure, it's..."

He rattled off our address and said goodbye to the caller before pulling me along.

"Who was that?"

"Guests for tonight," he winked.