Date: Mon, 06 Nov 2006 05:36:01 +0000
From: james peters <jp524590@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spying on My Hairy Younger Brother

The usual disclaimers.
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This is not a story of full incest.  It does involve my younger brother
though.
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When I was 15, my younger brother was 13.   He and I were totally different
physically.  I was slender, thin, barely 100 pounds, standing 5' 3' or
thereabouts, looking more like a 13 yr old,...whereas he was V-shaped,
stocky, 100+++ pounds, a footballer, and standing 5'5".  He was often
mistaken for the elder of us two, if people met us for the first time.  It
was embarrassing, to say the least.  On the last occasion, we were both at
the front door as a delivery man needed a parcel to be signed for.  He
automatically gave it to my younger brother, who then passed it on to me,
saying "He is the older one."    The delivery man's surprise was obvious.

My brother, Craig, had begun puberty at 10 or 11 and looked very much like a
15 yr old.  He even acted older and many girls in the 15 to 16 age bracket
swarmed around him at school.  Yet no girl gave me a second look.  I was one
of those untraditional males that no girl would even want to fool around
with; whereas the look of Craig announced to everyone that she would be
sexually active with anyone.   He was one of those cool kids that even the
seniors would respect.

I had noticed for about a year just how hairy he was becoming.  Hairs on his
arms, on his legs, on his upper lip, and of course under his armpits.  I had
a sprinkling under my armpits, something that only just appeared in my 15th.
year.  Whereas Craig had a forest at 12.  This of course meant that he beat
me to hair in that department, as it would have started growing at 11.  Can
you imagine how I hated the summer and splashing around in pools.  What was
particularly embarrassing was that he had begun to shave.  Hair on his upper
lip and chin wouldn't be there on Monday morning; then I would notice it
appearing again by Tuesday.  He would then allow it to grow until about
Thursday, then his face would be smooth again on Friday morning.  He was
shaving twice a week at 13, and I had never even once had to use a
shaver...at 15.

As our parents came home after 6.0pm each day, we were home alone from
4.00pm onwards on days that we didn't have sports training after school.
Well, Craig was the one into sport; I was more into homework !  so I would
be in my room, doing my homework when Craig would come home.  I would hear
him go into his room and close his door.  I thought nothing of it for some
time, until one day when I heard voices.  Naturally, I had to listen in.
Just who did he have in there.  By the time I approached his door, all I
heard was the squeaking of his bed...a contiuous squeaking, like the
squaking one hears in movies when two people are having sex.  I peered
through the keyhole and could only see feet.  Yup, four feet intertwined.
My heart was thumping, but I couldn't see more.  Not wanting to be caught, I
returned to my room, and watched and listened from there.

Shortly, out they came.  Craig and a girl, a girl I recognized, a girl that
was in my grade!..a girl who would have been 15 like me!!  Nicky was her
name and she would have been about an inch taller than Craig.  She left by
the back door, and Craig returned to the lounge and turned on the TV.  I
appeared half an hour later, and he didn't appear embarrassed or anything.
He gave the impression that everything was normal.

Next day, it happened again, this time it lasted longer.  My peeping saw his
feet on top of her, then hers on top of his, so I figured they were taking
turns on top.  I knew I just had to see what was going on.  They were both
very quiet, so I knew that he knew that I was home.  All that night, the
thought of my younger brother having sex kept me from sleeping.  My 4.5inch
dick was erect all night.   It was only then that I wondered just how big he
might be down there.  Being somewhat of a nerd, I had not thought of this
aspect of things!!

I came up with a plan; would I be brave enough to carry it out?  Being
always home first, I left a note on the corridor floor, saying that I have
gone to the mall and would be back at 5.30pm.  I knew that Craig would spot
it as he would have to step over it.   In the meantime, I hid in his closet,
behind all his shirts, and left the closet door somewhat ajar.  As it was
often ajar, he would not notice this as being unusual  But would he bring
that girl home today, I wondered.

Well, he did.  as soon as he read the note, he spoke more loudly than
normally, and appeared more relaxed.  They talked freey when they entered
his room, and immediately started kissing and groping.  I saw my younger
brother make adult moves that one sees in videos.  They were both standing
as she took off his school shirt and dropped his pants.  She dropped to her
knees and began sucking.  He took it all in his stride, giving the
impression that none of this was new to him. As he had his back to me, I
couldn't see his cock.   She then stood up and took off her school uniform.
She spun around so he could undo her bra, then attacked his mouth again.
Nicky was a BIG girl...boobwise.  when it was time for the bed, she held his
left hand as she made her way to the left side of his single bed; he walked
to the right of the bed.  It was then that I saw my 13 yr old brother's dick
for the first time in years.   It wasn't yet fully erect, yet must have been
7 inches, with low hanging balls, and with a pubic bush that would have
covered four times the area of my own crop.

They lay and kissed for several minutes, before she ased for the  condom.
He got one from the back of his desk drawer and gave it to her.  It was then
that I had a fuller appreciation of my brother's cock:  As she put the
condom on, and unravelled it the length was at least twice the width of her
palm.  I gulped.  He inserted, she heaved; he pushed, she relaxed.  He drew
his entire shalf out and slowly inserted again.  She was in heaven.  In and
out, multiple times.  Once she peaked, he went for it.   Here I was, making
sure that I didn't move lest I disturb something in the closet and give
myself away.

That session ended some twenty minutes later and she left lest they be
discovered.  I managed to get myself out of his closet without being
discovered myself...and spent the rest of the night playing the scene that I
had witnessed, over and over in my mind.  But it was my younger brother's
dick that was the focus of my attention

end of pt-1