Showing Little Bro The Ropes

It was a warm, late-spring Saturday at home. One of those days where it was just staring to get hot, but not quite enough to switch from fans to the air conditioner. Our parents had gone out to the mall to soak up some of the sales going on so my 13 year old brother and I had the house to ourselves. I was in my room playing around with my Playstation in just my boxers and he was told to take a bath while they were gone. Why he still preferred baths to showers...I had no clue. He was probably in the bathroom for about 20 minutes or so when he started hollering for me. I didn't know what had happened; for all I knew he slipped and hit his head or something, so I paused my game and ran to the bathroom. When I opened the door he was sitting straight up in the tub, holding his cupped hand out in front of him. "What is it? What's wrong?" He then said, "This...stuff...it came out of me. What is this?" The look on his face was sheer panic. I leaned over and looked at his hand and instantly knew what had happened...it was cum. I could also see his little half-hard pecker through the ripples in the water. I stood back up and looked away for a couple seconds, trying to keep my l myself from laughing. Regaining my composure I said to him, "Oh man, that's not good...I think we're going to have to call 911." He started shaking in fear, but then I smiled and said, "no, I'm just screwing with you. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?" His look switched to that of shame in an instant, so I told him, "Don't be ashamed, we all do it. So you've never shot before?" He shook his head. "What is it?" This was before we had the internet and he was still too young to find the porno mags and tapes in dad's closet, so I'm not surprised he didn't have all the details. "It's called cum. It's what makes a baby inside a girl's tummy." Ok, so maybe I didn't have ALL the right details either. "So...I'm not going to die?" I chuckled. "No, you aren't going to die. I make it too. Wanna see?" He just nodded his head yes. 

I could already feel myself chubbing up just from the conversation, so I knew this wasn't going to take too long. I slid my boxers down and let them fall to my feet before kicking them away. Now just as naked as he was, my penis started inflating until it was quickly at the full length, a hair over 5 and a quarter inches. Nothing compared to what I saw in the magazines, but he was mesmerized since I was much bigger than him. Closing my eyes I started stroking myself, my shaft already tingling from somebody watching me masturbate for the first time. My breathing was heavy, my left hand was rubbing around on my chest as my right hand pumped my young cock. Even after just about a minute I could feel the churning already starting to happen. My eyes opened and I saw that he was fixated on my crotch and the show I was giving him. My mouth was dry but I squeaked out, "Ok, here it comes. Watch..." I scooted up to the edge of the tub and bent my knees, pulled my fist down almost into my balls and held it as the first of four shots of cum flew from my pee slit. I squeezed and started stroking again as a few more thick drips were milked out and fell into the water. His mouth hung open, seeing the sheer size of my load compared to his. "Whoa...that's going to happen every time I do it?" Catching my breath I said, "Uh-huh, but it's always bigger the first time you do it that day." He was now out of the water, straddling the side of the tub. "How many times can you do it?" "I dunno...two, three...five..." Shocked, he exclaimed "FIVE?!" I shrugged, "Sure, as long as you don't give yourself a blister or anything." That made him giggle. Feeling myself starting to sweat I told him, "Ok, clean this place up. Make sure all that washes down the drain. And get the water off the floor or mom's going to kick your butt when they get home. Oh, and this stays between us, ok?" Again, he nodded. "Let me know when you're done, I need a shower." 

I picked up my boxers and threw them in the hamper, then walked back to my room naked with a line of cum dangling off my hand. I flopped onto my bed and laid there for a minute, feeling my cock starting to grow again. Without a second thought I reached down and started stroking myself again, replaying the last 10 minutes in my head. Much like the first time I knew this was going to be a pretty fast cum. I think about 5 minutes went by before my back arched and I shot a second, smaller load onto my chest. Eyes still closed, I started rubbing it all over myself before hearing, "I'm out, you can shower now." I leaned up on my elbows and saw him outside the doorway, naked except for the towel draped over him with his small penis sticking straight out. "Ok, thanks bud." He then hurried off to him room and closed the door, presumably to masturbate again. I shut off the Playstation and TV and shuffled back to the bathroom, taking a long, cool shower. Now feeling relaxed, I threw on summer fresh boxers and shorts and headed downstairs, seeing him on the couch in his bright red track pants. Like me, he stayed shirtless and barefoot. There wasn't much on TV, so we just flipped around for a while until mom and dad came home. She asked if we enjoyed our morning alone, and I just said, "Yeah, it was just quiet and relaxing." Little did she know we both masturbated twice. There were groceries to bring in so we followed her back out, my brother dancing around as the sunny concrete was too hot for his tender feet. Mom noticed and asked, "You know the driveway gets hot, why did you come out here barefoot?" He grabbed a couple bags and sprinted back inside on his tippy toes. When we came back in he was on the couch, fanning the bottoms of his feet, which were almost as red a his pants. "Are you ok? Did you burn yourself?" "No...I'm ok...my feet are just hot." "Next time, wear your sandals, Ding Dong." He just looked up and her and nodded.

The rest of the evening was a typical night at home with the family, but that night before I went to bed he snuck down to my room and whispered, "Thanks for showing me that today, I was pretty scared." "No problem. And remember, no one else knows about that." "I know. Our secret." He then hurried back to his room. I'm not sure if he came a third time that night, but after everything that happened that day...I know I did.