ENJOYING MY BROTHER’S BIG COCK

I grew up in a fairly normal family in a small town just outside of Denver. My brother, Scott, and I had bedrooms on the second floor of our 2-story house, while my parents’ bedroom was on the main floor. Scott and I shared a bathroom between our rooms, with adjoining doors into the bathroom from each bedroom. We were usually pretty good about sharing and staying out when the other one was showering or on the toilet. For the most part, everything worked pretty well.

Scott went off to college when I was a sophomore in high school, but left the university to take some time off two years later, when I was a senior in high school. My parents let him stay at home while he “found himself”, and we ended up sharing the bathroom between our bedrooms, just like before. I was pretty used to having all the privacy I needed while he was away, so I wasn’t really sure how this was going to work, now that we were both older.

By the time Scott returned home from college, I had developed into a fairly attractive brunette, with big, natural 36D boobs, a slim waist and curvy hips. I got a ton of attention from the boys at school and had already had several high school boyfriends and even a couple of college-age boyfriends. I discovered that I enjoyed seeing, stroking and sucking dicks, and I loved getting fucked. My current boyfriend, Jeff, had a nice 8” cock, which I adored. It was a good size, and he handled it pretty well, so I felt well and truly fucked whenever we were able to get together. When Jeff was busy, or at times when I didn’t have a boyfriend, I spent a lot of time masturbating and rubbing out orgasms by myself in my room or in the shower.

I guess my brother was a good looking guy….all my girlfriends had crushes on him….and he had a nice athletic shape, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach. He had been a wrestler in high school, so he had well-muscled arms and a tight, round ass, as well. I’d grown up with Scott always around and, from sharing a bathroom, I’d seen him in various stages of undress over the years. But I never really looked at him in a physical or sexual way.…just that he was a presence I had to maneuver around and share a bathroom with. Now that we were older and he was living at home again, competing for bathroom time seemed to be a bigger challenge than I remembered.

One evening Scott was taking a shower and I needed to get into the bathroom for something….I can’t even remember what. But, I decided to slip quietly into the bathroom and get what I needed, then slip out again without Scott knowing. Slipping in was easy, because we never locked our adjoining doors. Once I got inside, I peeked around the half wall and could see that Scott was standing sideways to me in the shower stall, in perfect profile, washing his hair with his eyes closed. The shower stall was clear glass on three sides, so I could see Scott’s entire body, as he stood under the spray rubbing shampoo through his scalp.

My jaw nearly dropped…I’d never actually seen Scott’s cock before, but there it was….a huge, thick, dangling dick. It was about 9” long, and stood out away from his flat torso, with a beautiful, smooth bend to the shaft…its tip pointing down at the shower floor in front of him. As he worked the shampoo through his hair, I held my breath and watched his semi-hard prick sway back and forth between his legs, jostled by the motion of his hands on his head.