We went to the country on a weekday. As luck would have it, the rain poured down and, getting from the train station to our house, got wet to the skin.
“I'll go get some clothes for us.”
I left the bags downstairs and climbed into the bedroom. Our house is two-storied, wooden. On the ground floor there is a kitchen, something like a living room-hallway and a small guest room. On the second floor there are two bedrooms. Toilet and shower outside.
Rummaging through things, I found shorts, a pair of T-shirts, and sweat pants. Of course, I was shy, and changed immediately, while no one sees.
“I brought you dry clothes,” he handed his pants with a t-shirt to his brother, and began to clean up the kitchen.
My brother immediately began to take off all his wet clothes. I tried not to pay attention to it, but when he began to wet off his wet boxers, I involuntarily looked there. I never saw him completely naked, and the fact that he was perfectly shaved, a little struck me. Not a single hair. Of course, I didn’t discuss this, but I thought that I’ve never been there in my 18 years. Anyway.
Having changed clothes, the brother joined the establishment of order in the house.
- What do we do today? - I looked at my brother, who, for some reason, did not wear a vest, but calmly flaunted his inflated naked torso.
- I do not know, probably because of the rain you will have to sit at home and play cards, or something else.
- Yes, there is nothing more. The stand came out with the weather.
We were cleaning and sorting things up until the evening. Then they cooked dumplings, opened the beer. Actually, how else do young people relax in the country without a TV? Drink beer and play cards.
We are located on the first floor, right on the floor. It is cozy there: a refrigerator with beer is close, and you don’t have to go far to the toilet
Having played a few games in a fool, and after drinking one bottle at a time, Max gave the following:
- It's just not interesting to play like that.
“I won’t play for money, I don’t have them anyway,” I blurted out without a smile.
- Then let's strip, - brother got up and went for more beer.
I did not understand whether he was joking or not, but after I lost in the next round, I had to take off my T-shirt.
- Now we are on equal terms, - Max slyly winked at me, - give it away!
It strained me a little. I remembered that under the shorts I did not have panties, and I did not have any other clothes on, actually, like my brother, but the player of me is so-so. I tried to focus and, surprisingly, I was lucky.
“Ha… undress yourself now,” I calmed down a bit, and began to grin at my brother.
Max popped up from the floor, and slowly pulled his pants down:
- Satisfied?
- Still ..., - a liter of drunk beer already spoke in me.
- We play, - Max sat back on the floor, and began to mix a pack of cards.
- Well, no, - I was a little shaken up to be naked too. - So it is not fair if you lose again, what will you shoot?
“I don’t know ...” my brother definitely wanted to recoup. - Come on, if I lose, then you make a wish.
- A wish?
- Well, yes ... guess something, so I did.
I didn’t really imagine what I could think of, but I liked the idea and we started to play. Well, of course, I lost. Sod's Law.
I hesitated a little, but then, nevertheless, began to lower my shorts.
- Well, no, - brother left me, - get up as I shoot them.
Damn, sometimes I just hated him. I was always embarrassed to undress in public, and all the more so. As you know, I was still a virgin, and I’m absolutely not ready to shake my dick in public, but persuasion is a persuasion. I got up and pulled my shorts down. My brother, without hiding, evaluated my farm.
“A good visyak,” the brother took a sip of beer, “even in a calm state, so decent.”
- A member like a member that you never saw? - I'm a little offended sat in his place.
- Your not seen!
Brother got up and went for more beer. I noticed that his penis increased slightly in size, but just as calmly dangled while walking.
- The next round of desire!
I began to hand out cards and come up with a punishment, but nothing really came to mind. And, on top of that, I lost again.
“So,” my brother was very pleased, “I want you to drink a penalty bottle of beer in one gulp.”
I went for a beer, opened it and drained it to the bottom. Brother, all the same, not hesitating, looked at my dick, and as it seemed to me, he tried to cover his wrist. True, I was definitely tipsy, and did not attach any importance to this.
We continued to play. And the third time I lost again. I already began to think that somehow it was time for me to stop playing this game, but my brother quickly brought me back to reality:
- I want you to shave your groin with me.
- Max, what are you doing? - I looked at my brother with frightened eyes, - I don’t want to do this now, I drank too much.
- Brother, we have an agreement. And if you do not want to do it yourself, then I will do it for you.
And without waiting for my reaction, Max went into the room for foam, capturing his new razor at the same time.
“Take a basin of water from the kitchen and come here.”
I on cotton legs did everything I was told.
- Lie down on the floor and do not worry about anything.
Brother squeezed the foam to me just below the navel and began to gently smear it. When his hand touched my balls, I jerked.
- Do not worry, what a sissy? Such a bolt has grown, I suppose the friends themselves are running after you?
- Nobody runs after me! I haven't had anyone yet.
My brother smiled a little, took the razor and started shaving me. He carefully cleaned the hairs around the penis, now and then accidentally touching him, and when it came to the eggs themselves, I suggested to do it myself.
“Well, no,” the brother was determined, “I began, I will finish.”
With one hand, the brother held my cock, and the other gently began to shave my testicles. And only I thought that for the first time someone else’s hand touches my genitals, as a member began to swell treacherously. Yes, this foam also stung so pleasantly that I completely lost control.
- Look, your friend likes, - brother, as if in jest, shook my rising member from side to side.
I blushed and wanted to step back, but my brother would not let me.
- It remains to wipe the towel and smear with cream.
I already did not care, the member stood rooted to the spot, but my brother did not let up.
- What is he fat? - he took it in his hand and, clenched into a fist, exposed the head.
In surprise, I issued something like an exhale, or a groan.
“Oh, you like it,” Max smiled wickedly, and with his second hand he began to drive with two fingers around the head, smearing the grease that had come out, “you must often indulge in it with him?”
I did not answer, and my brother slowly began to drive his hand up and down. I closed my eyes and did not understand anything. I was very good, and at some point I felt something wet. I looked down and saw Brother leaning over my dick and running his tongue over the bridle. I was shocked, and just wanted to say something, as he calmly began to immerse my dick in his mouth.
I groaned again, and even slightly arched from the new sensations. It was something. Max enthusiastically began to suck me, while squeezing my shaved eggs. He tried to take my 19-centimeter member as deep as possible. He liked to stick his head, and from all these actions I was dizzy. He sucked and sucked, speeding up the pace. I was barely holding back, and I wanted to say that I would end up as I had just shaken and from the member, right into my brother's throat, began to shoot sperm. I looked at him, and he gently began to lick the head of my penis.
After it was over, a feeling of guilt came to me. I blurted out, something like the fact that I was tired and I want to sleep, and without looking up at my brother, I went upstairs to our room.
Max said nothing and also went upstairs. We slept in the same room, but on this day we no longer let slip a word.