Date: Fri, 16 May 2014 16:31:42 -0500
From: mikotokun@gmail.com
Subject: Peter and David part 1

Warning: The following story contains sexual activity between brothers. If
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Disclaimer: Everything written below is completely fictional and an
imaginative work of the author, and was not inspired by true events.



Copyright 2014 mikotokun

When Peter awoke that day, the sun was shining in his face and he heard a
bird chirping outside his bedroom window. He groaned, checked the time on
his alarm clock, and saw that it was already after ten. He threw the covers
off of his nude body, got out of bed, and searched for something to put on;
there was a pair of blue boxers laying next to his bed from the night
before. He pulled his boxers up around his waist and grabbed his crotch a
few times, adjusting the morning wood in the fabric. He walked to the
bathroom and looked in the mirror. His blonde hair was a bad case of
bedhead but he didn't really care. He stepped over to the toilet and pulled
his hard dick out of the flap in his boxers and began to piss. He shook off
the last few drops before stuffing his dick (which had softened a bit) back
through the hole and flushing the toilet. He neglected to wash his hands
and walked out of his room and downstairs.

His parents were gone for the weekend and he was free to walk around the
house in his boxers if he wanted. It was just him and his little brother
until Monday. Peter wanted to have a party that night, or at least invite a
girl over, but his brother would be in the way of everything. David was
three years younger than him and already interested in girls, but he still
had much to learn. He just wasn't ready for the kind of parties that Peter
liked.

Peter sighed and sat on the couch. He picked up the remote and turned on
the TV. CNN was on and Peter watched without really listening. He sat that
way for thirty minutes or so until David came downstairs and sat beside
him. David didn't sleep in his underwear, and instead was wearing athletic
shorts and a t-shirt. Peter had been sleeping in his underwear for as far
back as he could remember. He would rather sleep nude, but that was only on
days his mom wouldn't be waking him up. He'd already made the mistake of
sleeping nude on a school night. When his mom had come to wake him up in
the morning, he was laying on the bed with no sheet on top of him and his
morning wood. That was embarrassing enough to teach him to only sleep nude
when his parents were gone or on the weekend. And he always kept a pair of
athletic shorts next to his bed, just in case.

"Good morning," David said.

"Hey," Peter said. "You hungry yet?"

"A little. I think Mom left some microwaveable stuff in the freezer."

"I think I'll go see what's in there." Peter stood up and walked into the
kitchen.

"I'm gonna take a shower first," David said. He got up and went back
upstairs.

Peter opened the freezer and looked inside. There was a box of
microwaveable sausage biscuits, a few TV dinners, and a bag of chicken
strips. (The freezer was full, but everything else required too much
cooking for him to care.) He grabbed a microwaveable sausage biscuit out of
the box and closed the freezer.

When he was done eating, he went back upstairs. As he walked past David's
room, he noticed the door was open. He glanced inside and saw his little
brother standing naked in front of the dresser, searching through his
underwear drawer. Luckily David had his back turned to the door and he
didn't know that Peter saw him. Peter wouldn't want David to be
embarrassed. Just as he was about to go on to his own room, though, Peter
lingered for a moment. His eyes went down to his brother's butt. It was a
bubble butt just like his (Peter got compliments from girls all the time
about it). Peter blinked and turned away. He didn't know why he had looked
at his litle brother like that. Besides, he'd seen David's ass before. It
wasn't anything new.

Peter went into his room and shut the door. He wasn't sure whether he
wanted to take a shower now or wait until later. There wasn't really any
sense in waiting; his plans were open for the day. He walked into his
bathroom and turned on the shower. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband
of his boxers and pushed them to the floor. He stepped into the shower and
left the warm water run through his hair and over his body. He shampooed
his hair and washed his face before grabbing the bar of soap. As he washed
around his crotch, his dick started to rise. He remembered that he hadn't
jerked off his morning wood earlier. He soaped up his cock as it grew to
its full length. He closed his eyes and he let his fingers slowly stroke
it.

The gentle stroking turned into an increasing rhythm as Peter's fingers
closed into a loose fist. The soap made a constant 'thwack' sound as his
fist jerked his cock. Peter moaned softly. He was getting close. His feet
began to arch and his muscles tensed and he was about to shoot when he
heard a noise outside the shower. He immediately stopped jerking.

"Where's the mint toothpaste?" Peter heard David say. The medicine cabinet
shut and Peter heard David's footsteps getting closer to the shower.

"I don't know," Peter said. He pulled the curtain back enough to put out
his head. "Why do you need it so badly? And why would it be in my
bathroom?" He hated being interrupted at all, especially during something
as private as jacking it.

"It wasn't in my bathroom," David said, "so I thought maybe you had used
it." He shrugged and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind
him.

Peter rinsed all the soap from his body and turned off the shower. He
stepped out and grabbed a towel. As he dried himself, he thought about
jerking off again now that David was gone. He wrapped the towel around his
waist and walked out of the bathroom. He saw that his bedroom door was
open, so he walked over to it and closed it. Once it was locked, he let his
towel drop to the floor. He walked to his bed and lay on his back on top of
the covers. He closed his eyes as his hand wondered down his stomach to
between his spread legs. His dick was already semi-hard and continued to
rise as his fingers stroked it.

His fingers closed around his shaft and he began to jerk in a regular
rhythm. He hadn't had sex in a week and he needed some pussy soon. At least
now he could jerk off in peace though and get some temporary relief. Peter
opened his eyes for a moment and thought about getting a Playboy out of his
bottom drawer, but he decided to keep at it this way. When he closed his
eyes again, he saw the mental image of David standing naked in front of his
dresser.

He stopped stroking his dick. Why the hell was he thinking about David
again? Especially while jacking off. That was weird. He sat up and
sighed. He decided to just get dressed. He'd already tried to jack off
twice and had been interrupted by David (once literally, once
figuratively).

He stood up and walked to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and rifled
through the various pairs of underwear. He pulled out a pair of blue
boxer-briefs, stepped into them, and pulled them on. He was about to shut
the underwear drawer when he looked over and saw himself in the full-length
mirror on the wall by his bed. He knew there was no way he could walk
around the house in these; the boxer-briefs showed off his package and ass
in a very obvious way. He tried to adjust his package to where it wouldn't
be so prominent, but no matter what he felt uncomfortable with his brother
seeing him this way after what had happened. He wouldn't flaunt himself to
David after David had invaded two of his jerk off sessions.

Peter pulled the boxer-briefs down and kicked them to the side. He looked
through the underwear drawer again and pulled out a pair of pink boxers. He
pulled them on and shut the drawer. When he opened the bedroom door, he
looked to make sure that David's door was shut before walking into the
hall. He went downstairs to the living room and sat in front of the TV. The
X-Box was already out so he knew that David had been playing Halo. Peter
turned the X-Box on and started playing on his file.

Peter had been playing Halo for about twenty minutes when David came
downstairs. "Hey, Peter," he said.

"What?" Peter said. He paused the game and turned to see David in nothing
but his bathing suit with a towel over his shoulder.

"I'm gonna go out for a swim," he said. "You wanna come?"

"Sure," Peter said. He didn't have anything better to do, really, and it
was a nice day for swimming. "I'm just gonna go put my suit on first." He
went upstairs, again making sure that his door was shut and locked. He
hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them to the
floor. He opened the second drawer of his dresser and dug through the
athletic shorts until he found a green bathing suit. It was really a pair
of board shorts (there was no netting like a traditional bathing suit), so
he decided to wear underwear with it. He picked up the pair of blue
boxer-briefs he had taken off earlier and pulled them on. He stepped into
the board shorts and pulled them up before fastening the velcro and tying
the drawstrings.

When Peter went downstairs again, David wasn't there anymore. Peter figured
his brother had just gotten overly eager about swimming and had gone
outside ahead of him. He walked outside and saw David in the deep end of
the pool, hanging on the edge and waiting for him.

"Hey douchebag," Peter said. "Thanks for waiting for me." He walked over to
where David was floating and sat on the edge with his feet in the
water. "Were you that excited to swim?"

"Shut up," David said, splashing Peter. "There's nothing else to do around
here."

Peter laughed. "You've got that right." He thought back to his attempts at
masturbation earlier in the day. Maybe after the swim he would take another
shower and try to wring one out then.

"Come on," David said. "Race me." He shot off toward the shallow end and
Peter jumped in and followed him. They did several laps like this, and in
the end David won. Peter smiled. He had partially let him win; on the other
hand, David was starting to get stronger and faster. His biceps were
getting bigger and his pecs and abs were getting definition.

After nearly an hour in the water, Peter climbed up on the edge and sat on
the warm concrete. "Already tired?" David asked. He splashed water at Peter
and Peter kicked at him.

"No," Peter said. "Just tired of being in the water. I think I'm gonna head
inside and take a shower." He stood up and walked around the diving board
to go inside the house. He was on the patio when David yelled his
name. "What?" he said, turning around.

"Why do you wear underwear with your bathing suit?" David asked. He pointed
and Peter realized that the waistband of his boxer-briefs was sticking out
above the board shorts.

"Because," Peter said, deciding to be honest with David, "I don't want my
junk floppping out of my shorts while I'm swimming."

David stood there in the water for a moment, not saying anything. "Well, I
guess that makes sense..."

"Why don't you wear underwear with yours?" Peter asked. "'Cause your junk's
too small to make a difference?"

"No..." David frowned and blushed a little. "It's just that - "

"What?" Peter interrupted. "That you have a small cock?" He smiled. It was
fun to tease his little brother.

"I bet mine's at least as big as yours," David said. He got out of the
water and walked up to the patio. He put his hands on his hips and looked
up at Peter defiantly.

"Dude, I seriously doubt that," Peter said. "I'm three years older than you
and besides, I have a pretty big cock anyway." Peter was telling the truth
- his dick was over six inches soft and almost eight hard.

"Mine's big, too!" David said. He seemed angry and Peter guessed that a lot
of it was embarrassment.

"Show me, then," Peter said. He stopped and couldn't believe he had
actually told his brother to whip out his dick.

David stood silent for a few moments and Peter didn't move. Finally,
David's hands moved to the waistband of his bathing suit. "Okay," he
said. He pushed the waistband down a few inches.

"No, wait," Peter said. "Stop. You don't have to do that. I was just
kidding." He hadn't been kidding, but he didn't want his brother to know
that. "Now pull your shorts up and let's go in the house." He opened the
door and walked in, his bathing suit dripping water on the tile
floor. David walked in behind him and shut the door. "I'm going to head
upstairs and take a shower," Peter said.

"But you'll drip water on the carpet," David said.

"What?" Peter asked.

"If you wear your bathing suit upstairs, you'll drip water all over the
carpet and Mom and Dad will not be happy."

"What am I supposed to do?" Peter asked. "Take my suit off before I go
upstairs?" He realized immediately after he spoke what David was up to. All
teenage boys go through this stage where they constantly want to compare
their dicks with others. He wondered if David had really wanted to show his
dick to Peter earlier.

"Fine," Peter said. "I'll take mine off if you'll take yours off." He began
to untie the drawstrings on his board shorts.

"But that's not fair!" David said. "You're wearing underwear and I'm not."
David pulled the side of bathing suit down to show his bare hip. "I'll be
completely naked!"

Peter let his drawstrings hang down and paused before moving on to the
velcro. He tried to think of a good compromise. "What if we go in Mom and
Dad's room and we use their walk-in shower?"

"Why?" David asked.

"Because their shower is big enough for both of us to be in there at once,"
Peter said. "That way you get to see me naked, too, and we can get our
showers over at the same time." He unfastened the velcro on his board
shorts and pushed them to the floor. "It's your call." He was standing on
the tile in just his soaked boxer-briefs. They clinged to his ass and were
stretchd out a bit in the front, his soft dick swinging against the fabric
whenever he moved.

David sighed. "Fine, let's do it."