I just couldn't help myself; my brother was so hard.
When I was 15 and my brother thirteen, we slept together in the same room. One morning, I was enjoying a morning touch from my hand and was feeling myself up when I looked over at my brother. Clearly he had a nice morning boner, although he was still asleep.
I became drawn to stare at it there in his briefs, and I longed to touch him. With his wiggling and tossing, his hard-on eventually slid out of his briefs and into the daylight. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Still drowsy, he automatically reached down to rub it's length. Mmmmmm. I wanted him. My own masturbating grew more frenzied. I thought of the feel of his tool in my hand, and of making him arch his back in pleasure. I wanted to make love to him.
Again, still asleep, he reached down to rub his treasure. I could stand it no longer. I got up and went to his bed. Knelt beside it and gently wrapped my hand around his lovely cock. Much to my surprise, it grew much larger. My jacking was in earnest.
Within minutes, I felt his hand on the back of mine, urging me to enjoy his body. I was. The feeling was wonderful. I stopped and looked over at him. He smiled. We kissed for a while without saying words. And I resumed my jacking, finishing him off in short order.
Then I stood and undressed completely. He took off his underwear and I crawled into bed with him. We continued to pleasure each other all morning. His hand felt wonderful on my penis.
Throughout our high school years, my brother and I were essentially boyfriends. We didn't date anyone else. Our sexual experiences were confined to our own little room. And we were amazingly happy in each others arms.
Today, we enjoy long-term marriages to women. We have both raised our own families. But we have beautiful memories of being in love together many years ago.