But about my brother this can not be said. He is a real rebel, in my opinion, he even smokes in his room. I don’t know, his parents don’t really cling to him, apparently they understood that he wouldn’t be able to raise a good child out of him.
We have only three years difference (he is 21), but there is nothing in common. His lifestyle combines the incompatible: he plays sports, always disappears at the horizontal bars or runs around the stadium, and in the evening a tipsy or with some windy chick can come. He calls them that, but for me it was just another Marina or Light. The girls adored him. And another of its distinctive features was the tracksuit, or at least the sweatpants. I have never seen him in jeans or trousers. Not sure if he has any. But I liked the way he looked. Frankly, I constantly look at him, and as you know, my orientation was the exact opposite of my brother's orientation, but with this I could not do anything. Such is the nature.
Our rooms were adjacent, and through thin walls I had to be aware of all his musical tastes, football matches, telephone conversations, and arguments with his parents. I also had to listen to the groans of his girlfriends. Although he drove his friends home infrequently, but the characteristic sounds from his computer came almost every night, but I could not follow him.
So my story happened in the summer when my parents went to the country for almost a month. We were left with food, some money, and asked to behave decently. To which I affirmatively shook my head, and my brother came drunk that very evening. To my surprise, he drank more than usual and came alone. It seemed to me, I could not get out with a girl or something else. So we ran into him in the corridor, I was leaving the bathroom, and he, sitting on the floor, tried to take off his sneakers. It was fun, but I had no choice but to help him take them off.
- Let's help, - and with these words I began to pull off his sneakers. - Look, fun evening turned out?
- Yes, how to say ... - and he just turned off.
I had to somehow lift and haul to the room. It was something: his hands were dangling in different directions, and his legs seemed to be all by themselves, but I did it. I, having dragged him to the bed, decided to make a bed for him, and only then to undress and put him to bed. Still, I could not leave him in dirty clothes.
First, I took off his socks, then a shirt. My brother was a great press. I even ran my hand over him quickly, but there was no response from him, he did not feel anything. I took the T-shirt and brought it to my face, it smelled like a real man, and it aroused me a little. I looked again at his pumped up torso, and I realized that I had to take off his pants and go to my room. I felt somehow uncomfortable with my vulgar thoughts, and I decided to get it over with as soon as possible. I began to sport sportswear with him, and to my surprise there were no underpants on him. I stood still with my brother's half-empty pants, staring at his groin. It was something. I have never seen a member of the other guy live, and there was still that sausage. Even in a relaxed state, the dick was large, and the eggs were just huge, and everything around was also shortly cut.
I could not look away for a long time, until I still took off my pants to the end. And you know what I did? I brought the sportswomen to my face and took a deep breath. The process was started, and I realized that I was already wet in shorts. I was wildly agitated, but common sense still took the top of me. I covered him with a blanket, and left the room.
My brother's clothes, I decided to immediately throw in the washing machine, but going into the bathroom, I decided to smell this smell again. The smell of a guy who puts on a pair of sweatpants. I imagined how his dick rubs against the fabric while jogging, and from all this I finished myself in panties. Just like that, holding his brother's dirty pants in front of his nose, and not touching his penis. It was something. I had to wash my panties up so that the sperm stains didn’t stand out much, although I was no stranger to it, in the mornings I often woke up with wet panties, and the destruction of evidence was a matter of time. In general, after I went to sleep.
The morning began normally. I woke up early and decided to visit my brother, and at the same time bring him a glass of water. What I actually did when I entered the room, I saw the following: the brother was completely naked on his back, the blanket was lying in his legs, and his member stood at attention. In length, he was 19 centimeters thick. I could not even imagine that he was so huge.
I put the glass on the bedside table, and wanted to cover my brother with a blanket, but he mumbled something under his breath in his sleep and put his right hand directly on the penis. It was evident that he was still in a deep sleep, and his movements in the penis were done on a subconscious level. It brought me unrealistic. I walked right up to the bed, sat on the floor and lightly touched his penis. My brother removed his hand and snored, and I understood that I would have no other chance.
With one hand, I took his dick and a little bare head, and the second held on the stomach. There were no changes in the sleeping guy, and I began to make upward and downward movements. He was beautiful: resilient, wiry and fat, not surprising that the girls adored him.
“I wonder if a guy sucked him?” - and with these words I noticed a transparent drop on his meaty head, and I licked it. At the same moment the brother again mumbled something. I was shaken all over, toli for fear that they would notice me, toli for excitement. I do not know, but I did not let go of his penis and continued to massage him. It was amazing, and only I wanted to take his head in my mouth, as his dick pulsed and a sharp jet of sperm hit me on the face and open mouth. My brother twisted, but I jumped half a meter and wanted to leave, but did not have time.
- Why did you forget here? The brother asked, barely opening his eyes.
“I ... I brought you a glass of water.” I thought you were already awake and thirsty.
- So give it here.
I took a glass from the nightstand and handed it to my brother. He began to drink. Then he looked at his dick and asked:
- Where are the clothes?
“She's in the laundry,” I replied, lowering my eyes, “you came drunk, and I helped you to undress.”
- And the fact that I finished, this is also your handiwork?
I could not answer. Fear gripped me, I just could not move.
- And why are you silent? Well, brother shuddered, who does not happen. Give me better panties.
I opened the drawer and handed him clean laundry. Brother removed the blanket, and slowly began to pull on his pants. I glanced at his slightly limp member, and immediately turned away.
- Something when I slept, you did not hesitate.
“Sorry,” all I could do was squeeze myself out.
My brother came up to me, smeared a drop of his sperm on my cheek with his finger and ran it across my lips:
- How do you taste?
I did not answer, but he just grinned and told me to get out of his room.
More we did not raise this topic. But I quietly got his dirty sportswomen and furiously masturbate, remembering the taste of his sperm. So here I am, the younger brother.