My first affair with my brother

This is a true story about the first time I had sex with my older brother. I was in eighth grade and he was a junior in high school. We were always a very open family when it came to our naked bodies. Very often we would be seen walking from our bedroom to bathroom totally naked. We really didn’t think anything of it. Both my mom and dad would walk around naked as well, it was just the way they raised us.

We had the “unwritten rule” that we could not be naked downstairs but upstairs we could roam naked as we liked. Occasionally one of us would be seen dashing naked downstairs to retrieve something, but that was the exception instead of the rule.

My brother, Kevin would always walk around naked. I would see him many times in this room naked with his door wide open. We would also get ready for school in the bathroom together naked. We never thought anything of it.

One day Kevin and I was home alone, our parents had gone out for the evening. I came out of my room naked as usual and Kevin was coming out of the bathroom heading towards his room. He had just finished his shower and he had a towel around his waist. I had never seen him in a towel before. I was shocked and a little curious.

I asked him what was up with the towel. He said “oh nothing”. I knew something was up by the way he was acting. I reached towards the towel to pull it off of him. Before I couldn’t get it off, he grabbed it and held it tight. I now knew he was hiding something.

I started making fun of him and playfully demanded him to take his towel off. He only got mad and told me to leave him alone. There was no way I was going to do that.

I then jumped him and wrapped my arms and legs around him trying to wrestle him to the ground. As very close brother and sister, we had friendly wrestling matches all the time but never when we were naked.

He was strong enough to hold me off and I was having a hard time getting him to the ground or getting the towel off of him. I continued to kid him and make fun of his towel. After a couple minutes wrestling with him, I finally got him to the floor, he landing on his stomach, towel still around him. I was on top of him, straddling his back, my crotch in the middle of his back.

My brother can be very ticklish. I started to tickle his ribs. When he tried to get me to stop, I was able to pull the towel off of him. He was now laying face down on the floor completely naked. I was still straddling his back.

I continued to try to get it out of him why he all of the sudden was wearing a towel. He just told me to get off and let him have his towel back. He must have known that there was no way I was going to do that.