Showers With My Brother (True Story)
Disclaimer: this is a 100% true story of consensual sex acts between my older brother and I. If you don’t like/support consensual incestuous acts, this isn’t for you to read.
Growing up my house had only one bathroom with a shower in it that everyone used and it was very common for us to have consecutive showers back to back with various family members one after the other. When my brother and i started fooling around, most encounters I had with him were in the shower and we typically started and ended the same way every time like it was a routine.
Most of the time my brother would already be in the shower before me whether it was after swimming or a day out and the rest of the family was distracted on the other side of the house. If i knew someone was before me I would always wait 10 minutes before I went back for my shower. I then would walk around in the house to see who is in the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t bothering one of my parents, however if it was my brother I didn’t mind be abtrusive. The bathroom with the shower was connected to a bedroom with a short walk in closet and it had no door because it’s obscured by a corner. So we always knew not to go into the bathroom if we can see the light reflecting on the walls from the bedroom. However I would walk into the closet and stand out side the bathroom, then knock on the wall. My brother would open the shower door and stick his head out. “It’s my time for the shower,” I’d say to him. “Okay give me a minute,” my brother replied. I knew that was code for my brother to get hard. The shower door had frosted glass, i could see the blurry figure of his body and the quick motions of his hand indicating he was masturbating. His pubes were so dark and busy i could even see them from behind the glass as i watched the blurry figure stand before me. He again would poke his head out saying, “get ready to shower.”
That was my cue to take off any clothes I had on. I would strip down to my underwear before entering the bathroom and dumping my clothes into the hamper next to the shower door. “I’m ready,” I would say. His head came out once more and he looked me up and down. “All the way,” was the typical response. I took off my underwear and put it into the basket. I would stand there covering my penis which by this time was already hard or almost there. “Get in now before the water gets cold” was my brothers excuse every single time. It was my cue to open the doors and step inside, which i always did. I was always greeted by a stream of warm water and the sight of my older brothers naked body as he pretended as if his protruding erection wasn’t there. Our shower was not built for two people, once inside fully the tip of my brothers penis would press up against my bellybutton. We’d stare at each other’s bodies in silence for a minute or two as I got to marvel at his developing pubescent figure as he saw my pre pubescent self. My brother would then reach behind me to pick up the shampoo bottle, making both of our erections touch. “Sorry,” he’d say then stepped back. He put a glob of shampoo in his hands then began messaging it into his hair. He’d lean back and close his eyes as he did this, which made me stare at his dick in hopes he wouldn’t notice. “Help me wash it,” he said knowing I was going to look at it. I would turn around slowly as the head of penis kept making contact with my body until it was placed in between my ass. I would pause briefly as i put a glob of shampoo in my hand before turning to face him again. Then I rubbed my hands together and began messaging the shampoo into his Bush of public hair. My brother continued to pretend shampooing his hair as he leaned back and closed his eyes. “Get all of it,” he would say.
I would then slowly continue washing his pubes with one hand and the other began to hold his balls, gently squeezing them. My other hand would slowly work my way down to the base of his dick. I continued rubbing it back and forth. Occasionally he would “wash” mine back, mirroring my movements as i jerked him off. Despite the possibility of being caught by another family member concerned why someone was in the shower for so long we’d easily spend at least 15 minutes admiring each other’s developing bodies and feeling each other’s members throb in our palms. Every time i edged him close, he’d squeeze my balls to signal me to stop, but i never listened. I knew he liked it, and it was my goal every time to see him cum. Most of these shower experiences happened while I still started out puberty so it took a while for me to cum, which is why I was so determined to make him cum because I wanted to marvel at the sight. He was always embarrassed that of all people I could make him cum hard. He’d squeeze my balls so tight to the point of pain then forcefully would turn me around and pushed me up against the wall. With one hand he’d hold both my hands behind my back and with the other he gripped my balls in punishment. After a minute he’d relinquish me then tell me my shower was over. At first I’d just simply get out and leave but i figured out him kicking me out meant he was going to finish himself alone. “Give me a minute I’m not done” I’d say as i grabbed his penis again and rapidly began to stroke it. My brothers expression went blank and his eyes went dead as I caught him in pure pleasure: his cum face. Before it was too late he’d snap out of his pleasure trance and grab my balls again but despite the pain my job wasn’t finished. “Stop it, it’s clean enough” he said to me.
I didn’t stop, i saw his toes begin curling up, he tried backing away so that I couldn’t reach his cock, but the shower was so small there was no escaping. He pushed open the shower door telling me to leave. I would always look out the shower to see both of us in the bathroom mirror reflection as i was mesmerized by seeing both our bodies from a far. That kept me going despite my brother putting my genitals in a choke hold. I would keep going and going until my brother let go of me and physically picked me up by my shoulders and took me out of the shower before I could get a chance to see him cum. But it always failed because as he picked me up with both hands I’d look down to see his orgasm already begun handsfree. His penis bounced up and down before the tip started leaking out thick white cum. As he placed me outside the shower he tried to cover it preventing me from seeing his orgasm. I could see the thick stuff ooze out from between his fingers as he shut the shower door in front of me leaving me standing there fully naked, erect and wet. I stared at the frosted glass seeing his shilhoutte for a few seconds as he finished his orgasm before grabbing a towel and heading to my room. Later that night before bed I’d finish myself off as I replayed the events of our shower together in my head. Every time i showered with him those same events played out as if it was a routine. Maybe my brother was teasing me by barely letting me see him cum however regardless of seeing it or not, It was rewarding knowing I made him cum in the first place.
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