I come from a poor, large family in a rural area. I was the middle child. I had a sister and 2 brothers older than me, and a brother and sister younger. My parents also took in foster kids so at times the brood was quite big.
I admired San, my brother, and his buddies, they had larger builds, fairly fit although not athletes, it was simply good ol' country living that we all benefited from. San was a bit of a blacksheep, he started drinking and smoking pot long before I dabbled with them.
San and I shared a bedroom as our house was not big enough for all the kids to have one of their own. Usually, when San was out with his friends late, having drinks and smoking weed, he'd simply come home late, undress, and crawl into his bed. I would pretend I was sleeping most times, but despite not yet identifying as gay, I knew I liked seeing guys shirtless and such. And when San would undress, I'd try to sneak a glance through half shut eyes of him in his undies.
I was closer to San that my oldest brother, and my youngest brother was just too much of mama's boy, always getting away with stuff because he was the baby of the family. He was 4 years younger than me. My oldest brother was almost 4 years older, he had no athletic ability at all. I saw my oldest brother as a bit of a wimp/nerd. San and I had more in common.
San always treated me well, taking up for me at school when bullies and older boys tried to pick on me. I was a bit of a scrapper though, and had a temper, so sometimes I'd go up against an older boy much to their surprise. One time even, an older boy was bugging me, San was there, and I jumped up and landed a punch on the guy's mouth knocking out a tooth. San laughed and told him "I told you not to mess with him!"
I think that's why I liked San so much, he always had my back, and so sharing a bedroom with him was way better than the other 2 brothers. Sometimes, if we had a foster brother, he would also be added to the bedroom, we all had our own twin beds.
San liked to tease me also, in a big brother way.
San clearly was ahead of me in terms of having sex, I was a bit of a late bloomer, admiring from afar him and his buddies, but not actually having sex myself, including masturbation. My town was so small, there were limited opportunities, and I didn't try alcohol for awhile yet, so had no social lubricant. Despite having tons of cousins my age that I would hang with, I was a bit insecure and shy at times.
One night, San came home late again, this time a bit more drunk than usual. Our bedroom was right across from my parents, so he always was careful to not wake them, otherwise he'd face a scolding.
This night, he undressed as usual, but also removed his underwear, which he never did. I caught a glimpse of his dick, soft but visible. He pulled back his covers, then fell asleep, I could hear slight snoring, so went back to sleep myself.
A bit later, I was startled by San climbing into bed with me. I figured he was just drunk though, never for a moment did I think anything sexual was about to happen, after all, he's my brother. I know I slightly lusted after him, but always pushed that out of my mind. What would my mother think if she found out I found boys hot, let alone my brother.
As I said, I was a virgin, hadn't even jerked off yet. He took hold of me with his stronger arms, and kissed me on the lips. Very deeply too, shoving his tongue in. What came next seemed natural, I didn't push him away, but instead kissed back, sucking on his tongue as he shoved it into my mouth.
He pulled my underwear down and I was rock hard. We are both uncut, he seemed a bit larger in retrospect, but not by a lot. My mind was racing, all this strange and new stuff happening, and I was also aware that my parents were like 20 feet away in the bedroom across the hall, so knew I could not protest loudly or make noises from the pleasure I was experiencing. My heart was beating as if it was going to explode out of my chest.
We continued to kiss and then he climbed on top of me. We never did anal until much later, but he performed frottage, which is simply rubbing up against one another. Being both uncut and both producing tons of precum, we found a rhythm that produced pleasure. There was no lube back then, vaseline was the go to if you had it handy. Slow, gentle, yet firm, our 2 cocks pressing hard against each other, his mouth on mine, still deep kissing.
Throughout all of this, he never said a word, nor did I. We did not moan at all. In fact, being able to listen carefully if my parents got up, while being present enough to enjoy the sensations became like a superpower for me.
It was electric, my perviest fantasy coming true. Here I was having sex for the first time, and with my brother of all people! We are Christian, so the sin and lust part was always in the back of my mind, thinking boy I'm going to hell for these thoughts, and now the sin of having sex with my brother.
It seemed long but actually wasn't. San came, then rolled off me. Just like that, it was over. He got up, went to his bed, then fell asleep, leaving me with a bunch of emotions and thoughts it took awhile to reconcile. I stayed up for awhile wondering what the hell just happened, but deep down, I knew I liked it, and most definitely wanted it to happen again.
In the morning, everything went as usual. I don't think San remembered what he did. I certainly couldn't blurt out a question at the breakfast table, so we all just sat and ate, then went about our day.
San didn't drink all the time, mostly weekends. I began to long for a repeat the next time he came home drunk. Sure enough, it happened again. Same routine. Remember, this is a small town, so very few girls to date. As life progressed, I realized he was bisexual, and I was gay, despite also dating girls for a period because that's what I thought society expected. It seemed he needed alcohol though to have sex with guys. I never became aware of him having sex with guys sober.
Sex with San eventually progressed to me sucking him off too, not just the frottage. I didn't want to at first, but gave in. The first time he came in my mouth I gagged, and he laughed at me. Later I grew to love his seed.
My first orgasm was with him. We were rubbing against each other again, and I exploded before he did. Usually if he came first, it was over, he didn't care about whether I got off. This time, I pushed him away from me and remember saying "something's happening!"
When he saw I came, he got the biggest grin on his face and said "you came." That sensation I chased, as the first one has such a major effect physiologically.
Sex with San became more frequent, not just when he was drunk. He actually became my lover. Virtually every night the same thing, he'd climb on top, rubbing his hard cock against mine, and he eventually even sucked me off too. It was mostly me servicing him though, after all, he was older, and I obliged happily.
I often would initiate things, and we started to fuck anytime, anywhere. One time, we crawled under this huge spruce tree in our back yard in the middle of a summer day, the boughs hanging down to the ground, and a mere 20 feet from the road, we fucked. It was wild as we could hear people walking by talking, and here we are, 2 brothers expressing our lust for one another in broad daylight.
Sometimes during summer months, we'd have a tent in our backyard, making it easier for him to come home from partying with his friends, and I'd love the sound of the door zipper opening, knowing my lover was home. I loved the taste and smell of alcohol off his breath, as he deep kissed me. I myself hadn't drank yet, but it was alluring. He was more wild in bed when he was drinking.
I considered him my best lover ever, I think it was the natural intimacy we had because we were brothers and close, but also because he took my cherry. Even when he was dating girls, I always found a way to have sex with him.
We stayed fucking into my late 20's, but of course there were times when either of us moved away for different reasons, like when I went to university or he went traveling, that we couldn't. Sadly he died at an early age in his 30's, and so my lover was no more. I believe if he was still alive, we'd still be fucking.
He was a horny bastard, has 7 kids from 4 different women. Two of his sons, my nephews, have expressed interest in having sex with me, even sending dick pics. One has quite a huge cock, even bigger than his dad and me. I guess whatever attraction my brother had to me, his sons do too. I haven't had sex with them, yet. But who knows.
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