I Spy

My brother Anthony and I are fraternal twins. We are the same height (5’10”) and both have green eyes. He has dark brown hair, whereas mine is lighter brown with some reddish highlights. We both have pretty fair skin and regular college-dude builds. We’re not going to be walking any runways any time soon, but we’re reasonably attractive. 

Anthony has always been pretty private. Growing up, we were good friends but I don’t think we were quite as close as a lot of twins. We have separate bedrooms separated by a shared Jack-and-Jill bath. When we were younger, he was never shy about showering with the door open so I could use the bathroom if necessary. Once we got to be teenagers, though, he became much more modest and kept the door closed so I never saw him naked. I wasn’t sure why this was; I wondered if maybe he was insecure about the size of his penis. I also wondered if he might suspect that I was gay. We never talked about it and I had a couple of girlfriends in high school that I used as cover. But maybe he had some sort of “twin instinct” that let him guess the truth. Whatever the reason, I never saw him naked once he matured and I confess I had a huge curiosity about what his penis looked like and how it compared to mine. 

Even though he didn’t share much that was personal, I did know when he lost his virginity. It was the night of our senior prom in high school and he and I each rented rooms at a motel for after the dance. We were really too young to rent motel rooms, but it was one of those places that will look the other way on prom night and the place was basically overrun with horny teenagers. Anthony was walking on air the next morning and he did say that he was glad to have gotten rid of his V-card. I’d shared a room with my date and we made out, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to put my dick in a vagina. I was a typically curious and horny high-schooler, though, so I ate out my date a little and then finger-blasted her while she jerked me some. She seemed happy with that, so I let Anthony believe I had gone all the way too. 

Once we went off to separate colleges, we texted and talked pretty regularly and he told me that he had fucked some random girl at a frat-house party. I told him I had a crush on a girl in one of my classes and we had made out a few times, but I didn’t go so far as to lie and tell him that I had fucked a pussy because I was afraid he would ask questions about the experience I might not be able to answer. 

That didn’t mean I wasn’t getting any action, though. I was really exploring my attraction to guys and had found the cruisy bathrooms on campus. Two or three evenings a week, I made the rounds and did the whole routine with tapping feet and passing notes on pieces of toilet paper, then trading blow jobs under the stall walls. One night, I hooked up with a guy in one of the bathrooms who took me into an empty classroom and let me fuck him. I was still very inexperienced and tried to stick my condom-covered dick up his asshole without any lube. Thank goodness, he was very patient and showed me how to get us wet with spit and then fuck him. It was a hot scene and I had an intense orgasm with my cock buried in his ass; I then considered I had fully lost my virginity.

When we came home for Christmas break after our first semester, we went out with some high school friends one night and all caught up. Neither of us had really put on any of the “freshman fifteen,” so the only change was that Ant had let his hair get a little shaggier. Otherwise, he looked the same. On the ride home, he asked me about the girl I had told him I had a crush on. I quickly made up a story about getting to second base, then asked him if he had hooked up any more. 

“Nah, there’s this girl in my dorm I’m really into. We’ve been out a couple of times, but so far all I’m getting from her is blue balls.” We both laughed at that. “She’s got huge boobs and you know that’s my thing.” He grinned.

“Yeah, you’ve always liked ‘em racktacular,” I answered. “Good luck with that. Maybe she’ll give you a titty-fuck one day.”

“Dude, don’t tease me. I’d give that chick a pearl necklace in a minute.”

I started to get a semi from thinking about that, so thank goodness we were back home by that time. But that night, I rubbed one out in bed thinking about my bro’s dick shooting out a load on some girl’s hooters. I wondered if he was in his bed doing the same thing.

A couple of days after Christmas, the overhead light in our bathroom burned out while I was in there brushing my teeth. We had some replacement bulbs under the sink, so I dragged a step-ladder out of the utility closet and climbed up to switch out the bulb. The overhead fan was next to the light fixture and I noticed while I was changing the bulb that the fan vented into the attic. I could see part of the flooring through the slats. 

An idea popped into my head. The entrance to the attic was in my bedroom, with a set of folding stairs that pulled down from a hatch in my ceiling. Everyone else was downstairs at the moment, so I slipped into my bedroom, pulled the stairs down, and climbed into the attic. I found the fan vent and crouched down to look through it. The toilet was out of view, but I could see the sink to the right and I could see over the shower curtain rod into the tub/shower combo directly below. I started to pop a boner thinking about what I was planning to do. 

The folding stairs were a little squeaky going up and down, so that night before going to bed I pulled them down after closing and locking my bedroom door and the door that led from my room into the shared bath. I didn’t want to make noise in the morning when Ant went in to take his shower. I slept kind of fitfully that night wondering if I would be able to pull this off. 

The next morning, I heard Ant going into the bathroom just after dawn. I wondered what he was doing up at this hour, then the toilet flushed and the door into his bedroom closed. Ah, just taking a piss. 

I laid there another couple of hours, then I heard his door open again and the water in the sink was turned on. Show time! I just hoped he wouldn’t knock on my door for anything while those stairs were down. But that wasn’t our routine; he usually went in first and then I would follow, so hopefully it would be the same today.

I sleep naked, so I slipped on some boxers and a T-shirt before creeping up the folding stairs. I heard Ant brushing his teeth and then the shower curtain being pulled back and the water being turned on. I padded gently over to the fan vent and laid down on my stomach on the wooden plank floor. I peered through the slats again and watched my brother getting the temperature of his shower water right. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxers. He stepped back from the tub and slipped his boxers down. His back was to me, so I saw his ass first. It was pretty skinny with some dark hair at the base of the cheeks. I have a bit of a meatier ass because I like to walk and do elliptical work and my cheeks are smooth.

Ant stepped over the edge of the tub and turned toward the shower spray. His back and arm were still blocking the view of my goal – I needed for him to turn away from the spray in order to get a full-frontal look. He picked up the soap and wash cloth and scrubbed down his arms, chest, and legs and rinsed them off. Then he picked up the shampoo bottle and turned away from the spray.

Then, at last, I got a look at my brother’s adult dick. The first thing I noticed was that he obviously never trimmed his bush since he had a huge tangle of dark brown pubes. (I keep my own bush trimmed back pretty closely.) His shaft seemed a pretty average length, maybe just a tiny bit longer than my flaccid cock. It was pale white and looked nice. 

Ant shampooed his hair, then squeezed a little more shampoo into his hand and soaped up his bush. He washed it just like the hair on his head. Watching him do this very personal grooming made me hard as a rock and I reached into my boxers to stroke my cock a little. I could feel a touch of pre-cum already. Ant rinsed everything off and I thought he was probably done, so I prepared to slip back downstairs. 

That’s when he grabbed a tube of shower gel and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. I guessed he was going to wash off again with the scented gel, but he surprised me by putting the entire glob onto his shaft. He started to work it on both the top and bottom sides of his penis. He began rubbing the length of his dick as it grew hard. Holy shit, this fucker’s going to jerk off in the shower! I thought to myself. I was so aroused I nearly shot my wad right then.  

Now, Ant was fully hard and fisting his meat. His erect penis was very similar to mine, about six inches long and pretty thick with a neatly circumcised helmet head. He was facing away from the shower spray to keep from washing off his lube, so I had a perfect view of his jackoff session. After about thirty seconds, he lifted one foot up onto the side of the tub. He was jerking with his right hand and he moved his left hand around his side and spread apart his asscheeks. He leaned forward a little and slipped his middle finger into his asshole and began to finger-fuck his man pussy. 

I was about to lose it and grabbed my whole cock through my boxes and began stroking it with the soft cloth. I tried to match my brother stroke for stroke and copy his rhythm. After a minute or so, he changed things up and stopped fingering his ass. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and put his dick through it. Now, instead of jacking his dick with his hand, he began to thrust his hips while holding his hand still. It was like he was fucking a pussy he had made with his fingers. I wondered if he was fantasizing about fucking the big-breasted chick in his dorm. His ass clenched as he thrusted and I was still wearing my meat out with the cloth from the boxers. My breath was shallow and I felt my orgasm rising. 

Ant braced himself against the shower wall with his left hand and bucked his hips even harder. Then he threw his head back with his eyes closed and roped out a long ribbon of ball milk, quickly followed by two more. They spattered on the wall and the tub edge. Seeing my brother’s cream finally made me lose it and I shot a huge, monster wad of cum in my boxers. It was all I could do not to cry out as my toes curled and the spasms of my climax subsided and left me feeling weak. Between the two of us, we did the family name proud in terms of volume of cum. It felt like there was a gallon of sticky man juice in my boxers, soaking my shaft and pubes.   

Ant was catching his breath post-orgasm too. Then he did something I also always do after a jack-off: he squeezed his shaft with his forefinger on the bottom side and his thumb on the top and pressed out another little glob of jizz. Clearing out the pipes, so to speak. I was excited to know that we had the same post-wank habit.

Then he did something I hadn’t done. He took that glob of goo and put it on his tongue and swallowed it down. I was so fucking excited I almost couldn’t move. But I wanted to have this bonding moment, even if he didn’t know about it, so I reached into my boxers and squeezed out my last drop and tasted it too. The bleachy smell of my release was thick in the attic air and the cum didn’t taste great, but it was still a turn-on to have this private knowledge about my brother’s jerk-off routine. He always seemed a little reserved, so it was hot to know that he had a little bit of a kinky side. 

He finally turned off the shower and reached for his towel. I quickly but quietly stood up on shaky legs and snuck back down the stairs into my bedroom. When I heard him go back into his bedroom, I raised the folding stairs as quietly as possible and tried to figure out what to do with my jizzy boxers. I certainly couldn’t put them in the shared laundry; they smelled like sex. I stuffed them into a pocket of my suitcase and decided to deal with them later. 

I sat on the edge of my bed and replayed what I had seen in my mind. I knew that I would never hear my brother in our shower again without wondering if he was getting himself off. I also wondered how many times I had showered just after he had rinsed a fresh load down the drain. One thing I knew for sure, the shower was going to be getting some of my spunk in the coming days as well.