BROTHERS - by Chuck Root

My brother Art and I had always been close but the year our parents got
divorced we grew to depend upon each other even more. We had moved to an
apartment with our Mom and were forced to share a bedroom.  Even brothers as
close as we were sometimes found this difficult.  There were times you just
needed your privacy.
Looking back I realize that I had some very vivid memories of that year.  I
knew that Art was sexually mature and in fact I kept running across evidence of
his solo pleasure hidden away in our room.  Cum stiffened clumps of tissues and
pieces of clot hing occasionally turned up and the nighttime creaking of both
our beds in telltale rhythms didn't leave much to the imagination.
One memory is of the night I watched my brother have a wet dream while he was
sleeping.  His bed was on one side of our room and mine was on the other.  On
this particular night, the temperature was way up. It was your typical humid,
sticky summer night.  Our windows were open but there still wasn't much of a
breeze.  Art and I had gone to bed about midnight, both of us just wearing our
underwear briefs.  Artie had fallen asleep and with all of his moving around,
he had pushed his sheet down and
ended up laying there without any cover.  The light that filtered in through
the window seemed to make the white cotton of his briefs glow in the night.
He was about 5-7 and on the thin side.  He looked more like our mother than I
did and had her dark Mediterranean coloring. Tonight his cock and balls formed
an inviting bulge behind his white cotton briefs.  I could tell he hung left
and saw where his cock head lay near the leg opening, just out of sight.  He
was moving around on the bed and seemed to be talking to himself.  I guessed
that he must have been dreaming.
I had seen my brother naked lots of times but tonight even without
being totally naked I found watching him enjoyable. As I watched him,
Art started to get an erection.  I guess it was from whatever he was
dreaming about.  His young cock got firm and started to push its way
toward the leg opening on his briefs. His pink balls were just showing
and as the pecker got stiffer, more of his balls showed.  The tent of
cotton was held up by his penis that now strained at the fly on his
underwear.
Art's hand had moved to his crotch and rested on his cock.  His fingers
moved his teen cock behind the cotton and positioned it along his
belly.  I could tell he was really excited because a dark spot had
formed where the piss slit of his cock pushed into the cloth.  The
precum juices had already started to flow.  The waistband on his
briefs wouldn't let his cock push past.  The border between his warm
looking skin and the glowing cotton was stretched into a shallow "U"
by his erection.
Art started to grind his hips forcing his cock back and forth in his hand.  His
legs and buns tensed in rhythm with his movement and his chest filled with deep
breathes.  I had no doubt that Art was about to come and my own cock was now
hard from watching my brother's dream. His cock was still trapped inside his
shorts when he came.  He made a deep sound of satisfaction as a dark stain of
cum made a growing spot on the cloth.  His movement stopped and his eyes
snapped open.  He was very quiet a nd I tried to match the silence.  I closed
my eyes just enough to make him think I was still asleep.  I rolled on my side
to hide my own hardon.
Art stayed in bed for a few minutes until he had calmed down. His cock was
shrinking back to its usual size, still behind the now wet briefs. He quietly
slipped out of bed and walked to the hamper, stripping off his cum soaked
shorts.  He stood naked in the moonlight as he wiped himself off and hid the
clothing in the hamper.  Moving again, he went to our dresser and got a clean
pair.  He faced me as he dressed.  He cock hung heavy as he pulled the briefs
on.  They were tight the way all freshly laundered underwear is and they
showed his young exhausted cock and balls off real well.  He reached into them
with his hand and adjusted himself, pushing his cock off to the left as he
always did.
I stayed as quiet as possible while Art again got into bed.  I waited for what
seemed like a long time until I was sure he had fallen back asleep.  When I was
finally sure that I wouldn't be "discovered", I went to the hamper and
retrieved Art's cum filled shorts.  The warmth and wetness made them easy to
find among the other clothing.  Taking them back to my own bed I silently
jerked off into them, mixing my own cum with my brother's.  I fell asleep with
my cock wrapped in his underpants.
There were times after that night when just thinking about my brother made me
want to cum.   The thoughts in my head sometimes made me feel very guilty and
even embarrassed until about two months after that night when I happened to
walk in on one of Artie's jerk off sessions.
I had gotten home early and could hear a radio playing in our room. Without any
hesitation I entered the room, pushing open the partially closed door.  Art was
sprawled in the chair by his desk.  His legs pushed out and his head thrown
back. His jeans were down at his ankles.  His briefs had been pushed down
below his knees and seemed to tie his tanned legs together.  His right hand was
moving up and down his hardened cock that stood at attention in his lap.  His
balls moved behind a faint cover of teenage pubic hair, rising and falling
with each stroke.  He had pushed his t-shirt up and his left hand played with
an erect nipple. The fingers pinching it and teasing it.
"Ahm." I cleared my throat in an embarrassed warning.
Art's eyes popped open and his body started moving in six different directions.
He scrambled to dress.  His attempts at stuffing an eight inch hard on into his
undershorts stretched the cotton.  The waistband caught on one cheek of his
buns as he sa t down and tried to pull up his pants.  His t-shirt fell part way
down coming to a stop on his stomach.
"Oh!...Ahhh!...I was just...Oh don't tell Mom."
Art had crossed his arms in his lap in a continued attempt to hide his
excitement.
I looked past Art.  A teen magazine lay open to a picture of Rob Lowe
and a supply of tissues lay ready to catch Art's cum.  Next to that
magazine was the local department store ad open to the page with a
Jockey brand underwear sale being advertised.  It showed several guys
in their different styles of underwear.
"How about that." I kidded.  "My little brother likes Rob Lowe I guess."
"It's not...Oh please don't tell Mom.  I'll do anything."
"Don't worry Art.  I won't tell anyone.  Besides you're so upset you're making
promises you'll never be able to keep."
A red flush had crept up Art's neck and had filled his face.
"Relax, " I continued, "Everybody jerks off.  You know that and so do I."
"I know. But not everyone gets caught."
I moved closer and reached past him, closing the magazines.  "If it makes you
feel any better, I'll let you catch me the next time.  In fact...."
I reached down toward Art's lap and lifted his arm away.  "seeing as you
promised that you'd do anything, I think I'll do something that I've wanted to
do for a while."
I let my hand come to rest on the bulge in Art's shorts.  The once rigid cock
now rested off to one side and even through the cloth I could feel that he was
still warm with excitement.  I could feel its fullness in my hand.  I looked at
Art who was n ow sitting there with his eyes moving rapidly back and forth
between his crotch and my eyes. A giant question formed on his face.
"Don't get upset Art.  If you sit there jerking off with Rob Lowe and a bunch
of guys in their underwear and then offer to do anything it must mean you
understand.  Besides that, you're better looking then he is."
I began pressing harder.  The tube of Art's cock came alive under its cotton
cover as I gripped it between my thumb and fingers. "What do you say Artie, can
I finish the job you started?"
My brother's eyes were now closed but his head nodded with permission. His
chest slowly filled with a deep breath.  His hips lifted, pressing his young
cock firmly into my hand.  I paused long enough to reach for the waistband of
his underwear brief s.  I pulled downward, turning them inside out as I peeled
them towards his knees.
Art's cock moved up as it twitched back to its full hardness.  My hands again
felt his shaft and balls.  Gently but firmly I stroked his cock. My hand moved
to cup his balls.  Art's legs spread wider in invitation. I knew it would only
take a few w ell times strokes to make him shoot his load.  I let my hand slip
beyond his balls to press the hardness of his cock as it buried itself deeply
into his own body near his ass hole.
A low groan moved up the scale to a squeak of pleasure as Artie came. The first
creamy wad spurt from the tip of his dick and landed on his chest.  A second
load arced higher, hitting his collar bone and neck. A third flowed out and
warmed his stomach as it filled his navel. Each shudder of pleasure made the
muscles in his body tense.  A fourth and fifth wad flowed from his cock. They
bubbled out and ran back down his shaft, running over my fingers.
I stopped pumping my brother's meat and watched each splash of cum move down
his tense body leaving a shiny trail.  Art's cock began to soften. His body
relaxed back into his desk chair.  I let his cock slip from my hand and rest on
his belly.  Standing, I moved away, backing out of the room as my brother
stayed seated on his chair.  His jeans and briefs were still at his ankles and
his eyes were closed.
I went into the living room and turned on the TV hoping that the noise and
moving images would help settle my mixed feelings.  I could hear Art moving
about.  He had gone into the bathroom.  The shower ran for about 10 minutes.
Just as Art finished up, our Mom came home.  Her arrival delayed the inevitable
talk that Art and I needed.
Supper was quiet and as bedtime grew closer, Art and I became more wary.  I
looked up several times to find my brother watching me.  He would turn away
quickly.  At eleven, Art went to our room.  I stayed up to see the news.  When
I did get to the ro om, Art was in bed.  His shape outlined by the covers of
his bed.  I had started to undress when I heard my brother's voice in the
darkness.
"I really liked that."
"Good.  I had fun too."
"I was embarrassed."
"What?  At being caught or at what I did to you?"
"Both I guess."
"I figured you were mad or something because you were so quiet at supper."
"It's just that I've thought about something like that for so long that when it
finally happened I didn't know what to do."
"I guess it caught both of us by surprise."
"I don't really like Rob Lowe.  The only reason I had that open is he reminded
me of you."
I found myself now getting embarrassed.
"I kept that underwear ad because the one guy in that looks like you too."
Now I was getting excited as well as embarrassed.
"When you caught me today you said that you'd let me catch you some time.  How
about it?"
"Sure Artie.  In fact I never got a chance to do anything since I found you
after school.  I've been so horny all evening that I couldn't stand up without
worrying Mom would spot the hard on I had most of the time."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"I figured on taking care of it later anyway."
Art sat up in bed.  He was dressed the way both of us always dressed for bed,
just his underpants.  He swung his feet over the side and sat there.  His balls
filling the soft pouch of his briefs and nested between his firm legs.  The leg
openings on these briefs were tight and no part of his balls actually showed. I
looked closer and realized that the underwear he had on wasn't his usual brand.
Mom always bought Hanes brand for Art, with their easily recognizable red and
black lines on the elastic. The jockeys he had on tonight were really Jockeys.
That was the brand that Mom always bought for me.
"I was hoping you'd agree.  I even wore these Jockey shorts.  Do you recognize
them?"
I knew they couldn't be mine.  They were tight on Art and I had a waist that
was the next size up from his.  My 28" briefs would have been swimming on his
younger body.
"They're my brand but too small to be mine."
"Well you're right and you're wrong.  They are yours.  I took them from your
underwear drawer about two years ago when we were still at our house with Dad.
Sleeping in separate rooms was rough on me.  I liked seeing you and this was
the only way I really got off jerking off."
He stood up and I realized how much alike we really were.  "There a little to
tight aren't they little brother?"
He walked toward me and began unbuttoning my shirt. I started to help but he
stopped me. I stood as he finished taking my shirt off and his hands reached
for my jeans waist.   In seconds he had unbuttoned them and was zipping my fly
down.  I was getting a super hard on and looking down I saw that Art was too.
"I always thought of you when I jerked off and sometimes I would take clothing
of yours that you had worn because I could smell you still in them.  That's how
I got these Jockeys.  I just couldn't give them back."
My jeans were now down at my feet.  I lifted one foot and then the other as my
brother finished taking my pants off.  I stood buck naked except for my
Jockeys.  The two of us faced each other like twins.  Art reached back down but
instead of taking m y briefs off he just cupped my cock and balls in his own
hands. Standing there he worked on my excited manhood.  I followed his lead and
did the same to him.  There was no doubt that both of us were ready to come.
Art let the fingers of his right ha nd find the fly opening and slip in.  They
touched the flesh of my boner and curled around it.  I again followed his
example. We were gripping each other's cocks, each still wrapped in the soft
cotton of the underwear.
I came first with Art only seconds behind.  Our jism soaked the cloth
and ran warmly down our erect cocks.  I could feel his dribble over my
fingers and down onto his balls.  The cotton kept it from spilling
onto the floor.  He released my meat and I let go of his.  We stood
apart.  Without speaking we started to strip all the way down to clean
up.  Moving to the dresser we shared, we both reached for and put on
new cotton underwear, Art in his usual Hanes and me in my Jockeys.
Art reached in a gain and retrieved my jock strap from the corner.
"Hey big brother, any chance of getting you to wear this tomorrow?"