Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2005 05:12:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: Dan Perducci <danperducci@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Peeking at Big Brother

Russ was a menace but his brother was an even bigger one.  At
the age of nine, Russ' parents urged him not to be such a
hooligan like his brother had turned out.

"If you ever cut school like Patrick, we're sending you to
Catholic school," Russ' mother routinely admonished.

"If I ever catch you drinking out of my liquor cabinet, I'm
sending you to live with your grandmother," said the father,
busily marking his gin bottle.

It was well known in the neighborhood that Patrick was more
than just your average teenage boy.  He was trouble
personified.

"We definitely won't screw up with the little one," joked
the mother during one of her Tupperware parties.

Russ was a refreshing and angelic bookend to his older
sibling.  This was an invitation for non-stop bullying from
Patrick.

"You're a pussy," was the usual taunt from the
sixteen-year-old rebel.

"Am not!" Russ replied huffily as he flipped through his
comic books on the bottom bunk in their shared bedroom.

As of late, Patrick was becoming less and less of a presence
around the house.  It was a nice development for Russ because
he could spend more time to himself without cruel pranks and
tricks.

For example, Patrick went to high school very early in the
morning.  On his way out of the room, he kicked his sleeping
little brother.  The kick was not as much the problem as were
the Army surplus boots that Patrick wore.

Or consider the times when Patrick lit a cherry bomb and
threw it into Russ' tree house.  Or the time when Patrick
told Russ' friends about the `little bed wetter.'  Or when
Patrick used Russ' baseball cards for air rifle target
practice.

The little brother hated being a tattletale and thus suffered
quietly.  Russ' patience was paying off because Patrick
gradually became occupied with his job and his girlfriend.

Russ enjoyed the solitude of sitting alone in the bedroom.
He read vociferously of various books from the family
library.  He liked "Treasure Island," "David
Copperfield," "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" and
"Robinson Crusoe."

Russ' comfort zone grew daily as he saw less and less of his
brother.  The only times he saw Patrick was on the weekend
and the rare weekday that his brother didn't have work.

One day after school, Russ discovered a book in the study
that caught his interest.  It was not the usual fiction book
but something that his parents must have bought to better
understand their kids.

"Childhood and Adolescence" is what the hardcover book said
on the spine.

Russ was curious.  He sat on the floor and skimmed through
the contents.  There were pages that were highlighted for
various maladies and illnesses.  Some had dates scribbled in
the margin.

Next to the entry for chicken pox, his mother penciled in the
date on which young Patrick showed his first signs.  It also
had notes mentioning Patrick's appointment with the
pediatrician.

Russ was slightly bothered because he knew that he never had
the chicken pox and feared that he would get an even nastier
case later on in life.  He turned the page to get that
depressing thought out of his head.

Russ saw words and words that told a parent what to expect
from their growing offspring.  Soon, some pictures caught his
eye.

The section on puberty was always a novelty to a hairless
moppet who would never imagine seeing hairs in the most
unusual of places.  He looked intently at the drawings and
wondered when his penis would look like the illustrations.

Hearing the front door open, Russ guiltily slammed shut the
book and went to greet his mother.

That night after dinner, Russ' mind swam with thoughts of
his `naughty parts' and when they would develop.  He had
not seen his own brother naked since they were young and
still took baths together.  Curiosity set in.

That Friday, Russ' parents went to catch a movie and have a
late night dinner.  They hired a babysitter because Patrick
was working.  Russ fell asleep early on his bunk for his
shyness kept him from interacting with the babysitter.

At ten that night, Patrick came home and the babysitter
left.  Patrick sat on the recliner to watch television.  He
drifted to sleep as well.

Russ stirred from his late nap to find the babysitter gone
and his older brother asleep.  Now was a chance to steal a
glimpse of what effect puberty had on Patrick.

Tiptoeing around the room, Russ took great care to avoid
being heard.  He hovered gingerly above the sleeping form.

He silently exhaled as he executed his mission.  His hands
tugged politely at the waistband of Patrick's sweatpants.
Russ took care to take hold of the inner briefs as well.

Russ was now face-to-face with the head of Patrick's penis,
which was surrounded by a thicket of brown hairs.

It was freaky but Russ' small nine-year-old cock felt a
strange tingling tension.  This new sight excited Russ..

The sensation of having his penis exposed caused Patrick to
come to.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" exclaimed the
big brother; "You think you can play a prank on me, huh?!"

Russ was speechless at being caught like this.

Patrick grinned and pulled his pants down even further.

"Kim won't even touch it, but my little brother seems to
have some kind of plans for it!"

Laughing, Patrick wrestled his little brother to the floor.

"What do you want?  Do you want some of this, little gay
wad?"

Russ was exasperated.  He did not know what to do.

"I'm sorry," said Russ, "I won't do it again!"

Russ' tears became apparent and Patrick knew that this would
be hell to explain to the parents if they came walking in.

"Look, Russ.  I don't know what it is you want but maybe we
can explore this when we aren't expecting our parents at any
moment.  I've been a little curious about things.  Hell, I
might even teach you how to jack off.  But stop being a
little punk and let big bro get his rest.  OK?"

Russ agreed and went to bed dreaming of what was yet to
come.