My Brother & I: The Beginning

My name is Alicia, I am now 21 years old. My brother, Michael, is 22 and only a year and four months older than me. Growing up, we were both involved in social activities together and had many of the same friends throughout elementary school as well as some of middle school. As we started getting older however, we each became more involved in different social circles. He played baseball, pretty much exclusively and year-round, while I was the vice-president of the theater department. Naturally, we grew a bit apart due to not only our changing social lives, but also our developing bodies and changing hormones. I remember when I was in eighth grade and Michael was in his freshman year of high school my friend Stacy told me that she was jealous that I had such a hot brother. That was the first of many, many times that I would hear something along those lines as we grew older. I was surprised when Stacy first said it, but after she brought it to my attention, I started paying a little bit closer attention to Michael. I was introduced to the concept of masturbating my freshman year by my friend Paige, who always had stories about spying on her older sister and her boyfriend when he would come over. She told us about one time when she was watching them and instead of having sex they were both masturbating just watching each other. Shortly after Paige's story I got on the internet and fed my curiousity of all things relevant to that. I learned a lot, about girls and boys both. I masturbated for the first time that night in bed. While I didn't orgasm, it felt nice and at the time I though that I had. I didn't masturbate often, but I would occasionally. Nothing eventful happened until around a year and a half later. It was Christmas time of my sophomore year of high school, Michael's junior year. By this time, both he and I were fully into puberty. In our house, we had three bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs. My parents bathroom was off of their bedroom, which left Michael and I to share the other bathroom. The older we got, obviously the more time we both spent in the bathroom getting ready and whatnot, which started a few fights on occasion, but overall wasn't all that bad. Even though I was well aware by this time that boys and girls both masturbated, for some reason it never crossed my mind that Michael did it. Anyway, Michael and I were home from school on Christmas break, but my parents still had to work until Christmas Eve. I had a terrible stomach flu and was running to the bathroom puking for almost three days. I was miserable and exhausted. I was laying in my bed trying to take a nap that afternoon and I knew I was going to get sick again. I got up and hurried to the bathroom and pushed open the door to find Michael leaning against the wall opposite the mirror, stark naked, dick in hand, rubbing one out. I was in shock but I was still just worried about getting to the toilet. I dashed past him to the toilet and puked. I could hear him gasp and scramble around and then heard him leave and go into his room. After a minute or two it started to sink in what I had walked in on. I started replaying it in my mind. Michael was naked, and hard, and honestly really good looking. While I hadn't taken any time to check him out, I could tell that his dick was a nice size. After I went back to my room, I was able to take a nap. When I woke up from my nap, the thought of what happened earlier popped right back into my mind. I was starting to get worried, I felt dirty and perverted for thinking about my brother that way. But I just couldn't get the thought out of my mind. Honestly, I wanted it to happen again. I didn't know if I should I bring it up or not. What would I do if he brought it up? I didn't want to embarrass him or make him feel bad about it. I decided I'd wait until next time I saw him and just apologize and see what his reaction was. My parents got home from work and I was still in my room not feeling well. Obviously neither of us said anything to either of them about what happened. That night, when Michael came upstairs to go to bed, I called him to my room. He stopped in my doorway and asked, "What's up?" "I just wanted to say sorry for earlier, I didn't know you were in the bathroom and I obviously needed to get to the toilet quickly." He looked away and blushed, "I though you needed me to get you something or something." He mumbled. "No, that was all." I said, and smiled in hopes of letting him know that it was okay. "Alright, well thanks I guess." He said, and hurried away to his room. I recovered over the next day or two just in time for Christmas. We stayed pretty occupied with big family gatherings and places to go on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Michael and I both acted like nothing happened, but no matter what I could not stop thinking about how to catch him again. It must have been meant to be, because not even a week after Christmas I was laying in my bed reading. It was around midnight, but we were home on break so I was up later than usual. As I laid in bed with my book, I could hear a faint noise coming from Michael's room. I put down my book and made my way across my room to the wall that our rooms shared and pressed my ear against it. I could then hear, clear as day, the movements of his bed and an occasional soft moan or grunt. I was so horny, I reached into my pajama pants and rubbed my clit just for a brief moment. I decided to try to see if I could see through his door frame or keyhole. I quietly opened my door and tip-toed into the hallway outside his door. It appeared to be closed all the way, so I pressed my ear up against it to get another listen. However, much to my dismay and embarrassment, his door was not closed to the point where it latched and when I leaned against it, the door flung open and I fell into Michael's room onto the floor. He jumped out of his bed and covered himself with his comforter. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck Alicia!" He half-whisper-yelled, he was bright red again. But I'm sure I was at that pont too. "I- I- um," How could I even begin to explain? Before I could say anything else, he gasped and lurched forward, and I knew he was cumming. My eyes were locked on him. I couldn't see his body but his face said it all. After what seemed like an eternity his body relaxed and he collapsed down onto his bed. He was really upset and embarrassed. "Get the fuck out of here." He said, it sounded like he wanted to cry. "I'm sorry," I said as I got up. "I can explain." Shit, why did I say that? "Please, explain then." He was pissed. "Well," I couldn't look at him. "I just wanted, I wanted to, um... shit." Now I was the one that wanted to cry. It was now or never though, so I sighed and said, "Ijustwantedtoseeyoujackingoffagain," looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, what!?" He about choked. "I just, ya know, wanted to see you doing it again." I admitted. He was speechless, and we just stared at each other for a moment. Then, without warning, Michael dropped his comforter so it fell off his body. He was completely naked again and still hard. I could see some of his cum on his stomach and on the comforter. I gently shut the door behind me. Neither of us spoke. I stayed still, leaning on his door, as he grabbed his cock and started stroking it again. I stared, at first my eyes fixated on just his cock. It was the first one I had ever seen in real life and it was impressive as hell in my opinion. His pubes were dark but trimmed and he had a nice happy trail. Then I took the time to admire other parts of his body that I never took the time to really notice before like his athletic abs and his toned pecs and arms. My pussy was aching, begging to be touched, but I was too fixated on Michael to move. I have no idea how long it really took, but it felt like ages standing there taking it all in, until he let out a tiny moan and threw his head back and came a second time. There wasn't much, it just dripped out in three little spurts and ran down his hand. "Thank you," I whispered, blowing him a kiss, and slipped back out of his room. When I got back to my room, I locked my door and rushed to strip off my pajamas. I layed on my bed and fingered myself to an orgasm for the first time. My mind was blown. I got myself off three more times that night. I kept pretty quiet, but I honestly wasn't worried about anyone hearing me at that point. When I went to bed that night, I hoped that it would be the start of something special for Michael and me. And it was. Next time, I will share our next experience(s).