Me and My Brothers — Chapter IV

Me and My Brothers
Chapter IV. We Have Only Begun

Bobby got off me and sat on the edge of the couch and looked down at me. I did nothing to cover myself. “You know,” he said, “its time you do something for me, right?”
“You want me to suck on your titties?” I asked.
“No but…” He hesitated and his face turned red. “You could suck on my peter.”
“Oh Bobby, yuck, that’s awful. There is no way I’m sucking on your peter.” I had suddenly lost all interest in playing with my brother.
“I’ll lick your pussy,” he pleaded.
“Double yuck,” I said as I pulled my shirt down. “What makes you think I would want you to lick my pussy?”
“Guys say that girls like their pussies licked.”
“They are just trying to get you to do something stupid. It turns my stomach just thinking of you putting your face down there.”
“No really Carly. Girls suck boy’s peters and boys lick girl’s pussies,” he said insistently trying his best to convince me.
“Maybe homo boys suck boy’s peters and lezzy girls lick girl’s pussies but they are strange anyway,” I said trying to show I knew better than he did.
“I got you off by sucking on your titties. At least you can get my off by playing with my peter with your hands,” he pleaded.
“I guess I could do that,” I said as I wondered what I was getting myself into.
He stood, dropped his jeans and shorts, and sat on the edge of the couch. His peter was standing at a 45° angle. I laid there on my back thinking about how I could delay doing what I had agreed to do.
“Well, I’m ready,” he said after a few seconds.
“I was just wondering what we will have for dinner,” I said.
“Mom said there were pot pies in the freezer,” he said.
“Even you can fix those,” I said.
“I will right after you do me.”
“I can fix dinner,” I said as I continued to lay flat on my back.
“No, mom told me to fix dinner and then I’ll pop popcorn for our porn watching,” he said before saying, “Come on get started.” He stroked his peter a couple of strokes.
I sat up and looked closely at his peter. “It’s all wet,” I commented.
“That makes it slippery,” he told me.
I reached out and touched the head of it with the tip of my index finger. It felt firm.
When I continued to hesitate he said, “Just wrap you hand around it like this.” He demonstrated giving his peter a stroke.
As he withdrew his hand I replaced it with mine. The surface felt warm, smooth, and soft. I squeezed it and found that beneath the surface it felt bone hard. I gave it a little stroke and felt the skin move with my hand up and down on the shaft. I realized how little I had known about a peter. I continued to stroke up and down and felt my hand slip over the head. “Are all boys’ peters like this?” I asked.
“Pretty much,” he said through gritted teeth. He leaned back and I moved in a little closer to watch what I was doing.
Although new liquid continued to moisten his peter, it seemed to dry out too fast. “It’s getting dry,” I said.
“Yeah, too dry…spit on it.”
“Yuck. I’ll get some hand lotion,” I said as I stood and rushed out to get a bottle of lotion. When I returned I sat where I had been. Before doing anything else I undid my jeans so I could slip a hand down inside to pleasure myself. I put a liberal amount of lotion on my hand and began to stoke Bobby’s peter. It slipped easily in my hand. I found that with my left hand gently pleasuring me, I enjoyed playing with him more.
“Oh my, that really feels good,” Bobby said in a low tone. “A little faster though,” he added.
I picked up the pace and squeezed a little tighter.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, …” he kept repeating.
I watched closely what was happening. At first his balls were hanging over the edge of the couch but they began to pull up.