Brian, my older brother and I have always had a very close relationship. With only fourteen months between us, we were more like twins, similar in every way, except that he has a cut penis, while I was allowed to keep my foreskin. We shared a bedroom, so in adolescence, masturbation was something we just did, never bothering to hide it away. In fact, watching my brother jerk was enough to start me off, and vice versa.
By 16, he was dating girls, and I followed soon after. Our parents were always happy when we brought a girl home for tea, taking them to our bedroom was a strict no no. I don't know about Brian, but I never got past first base.
When I had turned 18, we were offered separate bedrooms, having roomed together all our lives, we were happy to keep it that way. We were in our bedroom one evening, both masturbating, when Brian suggested that we wank each other. We'd seen one another do it a thousand times before, holding each other's dicks was something new, I climbed in beside him, "You know that we have to kiss first?" 'Whatever', I thought, no biggie. We kissed, his tongue in my mouth. It shouldn't have, but it gave me an erection. Brian also had a stiffy. We lay on his bed and had mutual masturbation, kissing at the same time. I shot more than my usual load, as did my bro. It was to become 'our thing' for the next month or two. It was Brian who took it to the next level, by giving me a blow job. His warm mouth engulfed my penis and he sucked me off, swallowing my cum, so I did it to him, bloody brilliant, much better than wanking. Slowly, over the months, Brian escalated it. No more girls, we were happy in our own company. We were in a sixty nine, enjoying oral as usual, when Brian pushed a finger into my asshole. I suppose I should have stopped him, I was enjoying it way too much to care. He rubbed my prostate, causing me to cum unaided. He didn't stop there. He turned me onto my stomach, raised my hips and ate my ass, his tongue swirling round my hole. I knew very well what was about to happen and did nothing to stop him. A finger went in me, more saliva and two fingers. By now all I wanted was to have his cock inside me. He penetrated and began to fuck his younger brother. Being so tight, it was all over in minutes, he bred me and I rolled over and jerked. He licked my cum. In a few short months we had gone from watching each other wank, to me losing my virginity, and I loved it. I neither knew, nor cared if our parents knew, I was now living for Brian's dick inside me. One evening, we were kissing and cuddling as a prelude for sex, when Brian whispered that he wanted me to fuck him instead. I needed little persuasion, we reversed our roles and Brian lost his anal virginity. We saw it more as brotherly love than being gay, although that's exactly what it was.
Having passed our driving tests, mum and dad bought us an old car. We christened it by diving out to the forest and having sex both ways on the back seat.
With college and work, we had a bunch of new friends, his rather than mine, as he was older, I just sort of tagged along. They spent Friday lunchtimes in the pub, frequently skipping afternoon lectures. After a few beers, not seeing anything wrong, he began telling them about our incestual relationship. It brought comments like 'disgusting', and 'dirty bastards'. Even if it turned some of them on, they were not about to admit it. Later, he had a text message from one of them, inviting him to a field behind one of their houses Sunday morning, and to bring me along. Naively, he agreed to turn up at 11am, with me in tow. There were six of his so called mated waiting for him. They surrounded us, "Okay", the ringleader said, "We're going to give you and your brother a taste of your own medicine. Now, strip off, you little cunts." Outnumbered, there was little that we could do. Feeling very vulnerable, we undressed. "Now, you shits, lie on the grass, you're going to get the shagging of your life". I watched in horror, as one by one they mounted him, some missionary, others doggy style, none of them breeding him until they had gone round at least three times, then some of them bred him, others wanked over his face. With them all satisfied, I was ordered to fuck my brother. With cum bubbling out of his ass, I slid in. Much as I loved my brother, and enjoyed having sex with him, the humiliation of shagging him in front of the bastards really upset me. I fucked him fast, just to get it over with, putting more spunk inside him. We thought they had finished, until they tore our clothing to shreds. Laughing their heads off, they left.
We put what remnants of clothing that we could back on, I pulled Brian to his feet, and we walked home, arm in arm, and shared a shower. That night, we cuddled together, reaffirming our love. Brian changed courses at college, so as to avoid the trouble makers. He never spoke of our sex life to anyone else. Now in our twenties, Brian has moved out and found himself a boyfriend. He still drops by and we fuck for old time's sake. Next up, he wants a threesome with his partner, something that I REALLY wanted, and told him so. The weekend found me at their apartment, most of the time in the nude. I watched them have sex, they both fucked me several times, and I even got to shag his partner. We had so much fun that it became a monthly get together, not knowing who was going to fuck who, or when, on the sofa, over the kitchen table, and, of course, in bed. The best was being spit roasted by them. Oh, how I love my brother, and his lovely penis.
