[This is the story of Tyler and his new sexual experiences]
I pulled my car into the driveway, and carried the bag of groceries I had just purchased up the front steps. I struggled with one hand inside my tight jeans, but couldn't seem to find my house keys.
"Shit!" I thought. I remembered setting them on the counter as I was putting my car keys on the new chain, and then leaving in a hurry. I banged on the door, but my little brother had music blaring, again. I stammered for a bit, and then decided to try the garage. The lock was broken on the sliding door, I knew, so I pulled it up and walked through to try the inside door. With luck, it opened.
Now, our garage lined up with our laundry room, in the basement. There was a small entryway between them. As I entered the first door, I shifted the grocery bag to my other left. Just as I set my right hand on the doorknob, I glanced through the open blinds, into the laundry room. To my surprise, I saw Denver, my little brother, hanging out in there with his friend Matt. Matt was a pretty cool guy. We had him over a few times for dinner, and he had been around the house more often lately. You see, there are four years between my brother and I. Even though we're not kids anymore, I still see him as the baby.
I was about to open the door and greet them, when suddenly I saw Matt fiddling with the zipper on his shorts, as if he were going to- Within a second, Matt was down to his boxers. I wondered if maybe his shorts got wet somehow, and they were down there to do laundry. But what I saw next quickly changed that impression. Denver walked over close to Matt, and kissed him! Obvious, clear kiss, man to man, mouth to mouth. He then walked his fingers down Matt's body, and took hold of his now-hard cock, through his boxers. I was appalled. I wanted to barge in, but I couldn't embarrass the "kids" like that. So I continued to watch.
Denver fiendishly caressed Matt's cock, pressing his against his friend. I suddenly became aware of my own dick, thickening ever so slightly. "No way," I thought. "I'm not gay, and I wouldn't get turned on by my little bro." Then Matt pulled Denver's shirt off. I had seen him without his shirt many times, but somehow in this setting, it was a little more... enjoyable. Denver ripped Matt's shirt over his head quickly, and pressed him down onto the closed washer. There was a load of laundry, which just made Matt's body vibrate so elegantly. The next part, though it should not have, caught me by surprise. Denver dropped his own shorts, and boxers. He ripped Matt's boxers off, throwing them to the floor.
Stepping out of his own under-garments, Denver stood on the little booster our sister used to use for laundry (she just recently hit a growth spurt, and is still 5'0, regardless of being grown up). Denver, on the booster, put him a little more than cock-level with the top of the washing machine. That was when I got my first look at his fully-grown cock. He faced my direction, almost. I backed away from the door, looking now from a side-angle, hoping he couldn't see me. I don't know why, but I had to watch. Denver placed his hand around his hard cock. I felt my own spring to action. He gently let it fall all over Matt's cock. Matt twitched, adding to the rhythm of the washing machine.
Now, if seeing my little brother's cock wasn't enough of a shock to the system, the next part took its toll on me. Denver grabbed his erection and stroked it gently, calmingly. He let it hang over Matt's body, and paused. I wondered if they were going to stop, and secretly hoped they wouldn't. But I was wrong- they weren't stopping. The games were just beginning!
Suddenly a small trickle erupted from Denver's dick. Then it sputtered into a golden stream. Denver was fucking pissing on Matt. My cock, surprisingly, went rock solid. "Oh, Denver..." I muttered under my breath, setting the groceries down. Bright golden piss splashed all over Matt's cock, stomach, chest, and face. He opened his mouth wide, allowing Denver to fill it up with his hot piss, then spitting it back out. I quickly undid the zipper of my jeans, and slid my bursting cock out of my briefs. When Denver had no piss left, he climbed on top of the washer as well, forcing his piss-soaked cock into Matt's mouth. Matt took it in gratefully. I watched as Denver fucked Matt's mouth, until he came. Then Matt stepped over onto the dryer, as Denver sat up on the washing machine. Denver lied onto his stomach, reaching over the gap between the machines, to take Matt's cock in his own mouth. He sucked him off very quickly, and Matt erupted with cum, which Denver swallowed. They smiled, and then Matt aimed his deflating cock in Denver's direction, soaking his hair, back, and ass with his steamy piss. I pulled and pulled at my cock, until I came. When I looked up, the boys were gone. I breathed in deep.
I couldn't really face Denver for a few days after. Our usual friendly brother-like conversation dwindled, and I kept making up excuses to leave the house when I knew he'd be home. It was silly of me, but I was having a complex. Just how much did I enjoy watching my brother suck a guy off and piss on him? Was I gay? Was I attracted to my own family? Was it both?
After about a week of avoidance, Denver got the idea. He came to my room one night after dinner. "I'm studying," I said.
"Come on, let me in, Ty. I gotta talk to you."
"Fine, whatever." I knew this couldn't go on forever.
To my surprise, Denver came into my room shirtless, with nothing but boxers. This is normal in our house, but I could feel my cock responding. I hoped my tight jeans and briefs could support my cock enough that he wouldn't notice.
"What's up, little Bro?" I asked. He closed the door.
