Where it happened: our room
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I know, it’s probably weird to some of you, but me and my younger brother, Hunter, are even more than best friends – or so it would seem to those few who really really know us.
Let me first introduce ourselves: I’m Ian. I have dark blonde hair and kind of tall and muscular – around 6’2 and 200lbs, very athletic. My brother, Hunter, grew up to about 6 ft even, and the fiery reddest-head you’ve ever seen. Back then it wasn’t quite as fiery, but he still had a pretty vivid red mop. He, also was very athletic and a little less meaty, but still held his own. We got into a few fights and he won a couple, I hate to admit. We both had relatively light skin, We both had bluish-green eyes, only mine were more blue and his more green.
When we were growing up, we lived on a farm in the woods of Missouri, where you could do just about anything or wear anything around your farm and no one would care – because they couldn’t see ya lol. Our parents let us go nude on occasion, especially if it was hot, all the way up until we turned ten, then we had to have on at least boxers all the time, unless we were up stairs in our pad, slow to speak. That was the rule. Dad didn’t really care if we were nude or not, but Mom did, so we didn’t do it much even before ten, out of respect, but that didn’t stop us boys from going around in as little as we possibly could as long as we could 😉 – Then, it wasn’t meant to be sexual, we just grew up that way so it was hard to get used to clothes and having to wear them in the summer around the house after we did turn ten. We gotten a few spankings for bending the rules a few times. We quickly learned when and where to wear and not wear certain things.
Anyway: There was one particular time I recall very vividly, for the most part, when I was eight, and Hunter was only four. Prior to this story, we caught Mom and Dad kissing about a month before. We were disgusted at the sight, so what do we do? we go up to our room and try it – we kiss just like them. It was different. I think that’s what started it, because again about a month later we were upstairs bored to death. Dad was at work and Mom was down stairs and out doing her little deal with her garden and flowers…and me and Hunter were up stairs playing baseball on the play station. We were both in our briefs – I believe he had on blue and I had on green. I know because that’s what we usually wore and those were our favorite colors, along with the fact that this was a pretty huge deal in our relationship as friends, let alone brothers. I remember saying I was bored first and he agreed. We talked about our cousins some – I forgot what about but we were laughing – next thing I remember, I was laying cross ways over the bed (we shared a full bed til I turned 10 – oddly enough.) So I was over the bed, with Hunter over me exploring my body, kissing, licking, feeling, rubbing anything…it felt good – a little awkward but good. Then he pulled down my underwear and felt my boyhood. We have seen each other nude numerous times, but this is the first time we really explored each other this thoroughly. After he had his fun, as it were, I did the same thing to him, only we were both nude by then. After we were satisfied with our curiosity, we got our underwear back on, I may have put on a t-shirt, and started playing baseball like nothing happened.
Well we didn’t even talk about either instances at all after that, but we became even more close friends. Mom and Dad were kind of impressed at the two of us and didn’t know what to think so they didn’t say anything, I guess of fear they’d screw the good thing we had going all up – not one word – even when Mom caught us in our room after our baths that winter with our towels hanging, rubbing each other. Sure we were a little embarrassed, but all she did was grin, sheepishly, get our dirty clothes, even the towels, and leave us alone.
Well, that was about it as far as exploring went. We still skinny-dipped, and bathed, and slept nude and such pretty regularly. Hunter did look at me the older I got, I think it was just jealousy: and getting that bunk bed when I turned ten didn’t help any. On my twelfth birthday, Dad got me an electric razor for my birthday and that made Hunter ask even more questions – about my hair down there, and why I had to shave (even though at twelve, I didn’t really have that much hair – just a few down there. I didn’t even really have peach fuzz on my face yet.) All three of us, including Mom, kept assuring him that he’d have his turn soon enough. I don’t think it did any good until I told him that getting older wasn’t has wonderful that efveryone was making out that it was and that he needed to just enjoy his childhood as much as he could. After that, he didn’t seem to mind me older, but he respected me even more after that. I didn’t mind – I thought it was special. Here we were, two brothers – seemingly arch enemies as the world would have thought – were literally the best of friends.
please read on has I continue this story in it’s second and lost installment in Brothers II.
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