Max and Jake: The Beginning

I turned 13 last month, not that it was that surprising, I mean every year you just add one more candle to your cake and that is IT!. And then you realize that you are no longer 12 but 13. Obviously birthdays aren't without parties, and of course, parties mean friends and loads of fun. It was at this party I had my first kiss. With a girl named Kelly I just happened to befriend this term. I wasn't expecting it, but then again I wanted to experience it so bad. I had seen people kissing on TV and then the look they had on there faces in its afterglow was somewhat like they were in fucking Nirvana. And I must say that my first kiss wasn't so bad. Not that I had anything to gauge it against, but I wasn't grossed out as I expected. When her lips touched mine, I felt a jolt of electricity run throughout me and I think she felt the same way as I saw her quiver. I was hard instantly. I placed my hand on her hips and bought her closer so that we could enjoy. Yes, I had seen that in movies and I thought I executed it quite brilliantly. But the 'birthday boy' couldn't stay away from his party for too long without making anyone suspicious, so I stopped midway and she reluctantly let me go. After that, I saw Kelly many times and tried to arrange something, but she was hesitant and embarrassed. At one point she even denied having kissed me at the birthday, and I thought 'What the fuck!', 'What's wrong with her?', 'What was that night all about?', and so the first time in my small life I had to face rejection by a girl.

Not that it mattered me much. I was quite good looking, well as far as looks go. 'I could always get a girl whenever I want to' I thought, more in consolation rather than anything else. But part way it was a reality, most girls would try to hang around me perhaps because I was good in both sports and acads. Anyway, that is enough backstory. At home, I had my younger brother Jake, along with my elder sister Catherine as siblings. I wasn't too fond of my older sister, I dunno, we never connected sorta. Also, she was too arrogant in my opinion. She would dump her boyfriends like she would change the calendar month. Or maybe it was the other way round. But my younger brother, well, he was my love pie. He was only a year younger than me, and I had that soft spot for him. I was also always protective of him and one smile from him would make me wanna do anything he wanted. He was just that sweet. I shared a sweet relation with my mother, like most mother-sons have, not so much with my father. He was a racist through and through. And I didn't like him. Neither him nor his ideas. I wondered how mom ever fell for him, she was so much more open-minded. Though his usual behavior around us was passable.

During the past two years, I was noticing changes in my body. Whenever I would undress my eyes would invariably move to my crotch. It wasn't until last year that I knew how to masturbate. Now that is a story I would preserve for some other day. Anyway, almost always before going to bed, I would pull off my undies and start roaming my hands around my rock hard dick. I didn't have anything to compare my dick against, but I thought that 5 hard inches at my age was a decent size, considering how much room I had to still grow. It was a nightly routine, my dick would tent up and I would reach it and stroke it furiously until I had cummed. The jerk session was alright, but it was a real pain to clean the mess afterward. Luckily I got hold of my old shirt and would use that as a 'cum-rag' to clean everything. By the end of the week, it would be laden with white stains all over it, which somehow made me proud and giggle. Before my first kiss, I would almost always fantasize about a naked girl sitting with her legs open, waiting for me to pound her. By the time I got a good look at her privates, I would have already cum and the girl gone. At that time, I never thought about doing things with boys.

For one, I knew that a boy was not supposed to do things with another boy. ONLY GIRLS. And also I knew that those who tried would be called names and stuff, so I simply stayed away.

But one night it all changed for me. My entire world became topsy turvy. Or rather, it became straight, I dunno. I was lying in my bed thinking about a very naked Karen rubbing her hands up and down my throbbing 5-inch boyhood. And I would relentlessly thrust my hips upwards against her hands in order to bring myself off. This was my most private time so I usually had my door closed, but this time it just slipped by me. I was groaning and moaning, "Ahh.. yeah.. can I fuck you? Yes? Ahh... that feels so good... You like my cock in you right?" I would almost always say things like that. It was a real turn on. But when I opened my eyes, standing before me was my very own brother. JAKE!!. I thought I had closed my door, but no, I hadn't. I was shocked, but beyond that I was embarrassed. What do I do now?

'Umm.. Max... please don't get mad with me.." he said in a heart-melting voice. But I was guilty, how am I supposed to face him? No, can I even face him? I had to be discovered by none other than him? But I was glad it wasn't someone else, at least that gave me a bit of respite. I had fucked up big time.

'It's not like that Jake.. I was just.." I tried to make up something, but anything I say would not help.

'You were jerking off right?'

'Uhh.. yes I was.' At this, he giggled a bit. I don't know if it was me admitting that I was jerking off, or my embarrassed messed up state. I definitely didn't want to look him in the eye. I couldn't

'Don't worry, I won't tell anyone' he said as he slipped in bed beside me.

Jake usually had night terrors. He was afraid of the dark, and at times he would come and sleep with me. My bed was large enough to accommodate two of us comfortably, so I never complain. Besides, I would have done it either way as I just couldn't deny Jake.

I was perspiring a lot, so Jake turned the temperature a bit down and held my hand. His hand was so soft and warm. He squeezed it a bit. "Max.. I am sorry.. I didn't mean to.." he said and I felt he was about to cry.

"Don't worry Jake, it's alright. I can never be angry with you' I said and hugged him tightly. He would always use loads of talcum powder around his neck before sleeping and as I hugged him I sniffed him a bit causing him to giggle.

'I feel so good to be with you Max, you are such an awesome brother' he said near my ears. His minty breath reaching my face.

'Me too' I said and squeezed his hand at which he giggled again.

I couldn't have thought what more could happen during the night, wasn't me being discovered by my brother enough already? But the night had other plans as I would soon come to know.

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