A couple of years ago, when I was 18 and my brother Kris was 20, he moved back into our shared bedroom. I started using him as a sex toy. While he'd be sleeping, I'd be mouthing his cock and masturbating him. I was unsure whether or not he knew what was happening.
A couple years later I got my answer to that question: he knew. Our relationship moved in a new and interesting direction in the following manner.
My twenty-first birthday was on a Wednesday that year, the date being the last day of June. Although Kris and I weren't close, I sort of idolized him. We seemed to be getting along better now that he had moved out again. He was more easy going, and less cranky, probably because he had his own place and could live the way he wanted ... simple stuff like smoking a cigar, leaving the toilet seat up, etc. without having to put up with a nag-fest from our mother and sisters. Maybe he was just glad of the fact that he could now sleep undisturbed, without me trying to get at his cock.
Anyway, the night of my birthday, at a family dinner, he said, "Hey Kurt, I was wondering if you'd like to go on a camping trip this weekend? Just the two of us. I thought I'd take my guns, and we'd do some target shooting. I know a place I think you'd like out in the desert, just up past Bishop. If we left early Friday afternoon, we could get there before dark."
He also told me, away from the prying ears of the rest of the family, [all females], that he'd bring along some good cigars and whiskey, and we'd be able to do "guy stuff" without being nagged at.
I was really curious about his camping proposal and couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to get me alone for some type of sexual reason. I was fairly certain that he knew what I had been doing with his body during his last stint of living at home ... and I was hoping that we could get that kinky stuff out in the open [at least between the two of us], and that MAYBE he wanted more of it. So I said "Sure, Kris. That sounds like fun. I'll have my camping gear together and be ready to go by noon on Friday."
Right after lunch on Friday we took off for his camping spot, a six hour drive from our home town. We smoked a couple of his cigars as we drove along in Kris's pick-up, and while we were getting along fine, it seemed to me there was a little tension between us. I wasn't sure, but I'd bet it was of a sexual nature. However, I couldn't think of a way to broach that subject, so I just sort of sat back to enjoy the ride.
We eventually reached our destination. It was early evening, and we set up a basic camp. As the sun set, we got a campfire going, lit some cigars, and broke out the whiskey. Kris kicked back and said "Let's talk about sex."
