My family live about 100 miles away, hence I don't get to see them very often. I moved to get some freedom and independence. I knew I was gay and thought my Dad, especially, would disapprove (wrongly, as it turned out). The job I have now also pays much better. We normally communicate on Facetime. I have a brother, Leon, who is 5 years younger than me. The last time I saw him, he was going through that horrible young adolescent phase, a complete twat. He's 19 now, but on the rare occasions I've been home, we've not met, so in my mind, he's still the arsehole I remember.
It came as a bit of a shock when Mum contacted me on Messenger, saying her and Dad were going on a 3 week holiday to the States, and could I have Leon stay with me. I protested, saying it's only a one-bedroom flat, which she knew anyway. She insisted if he was at home by himself, he'd wreck the place with parties, and she's sure I'd manage.
They arrived on a Friday teatime with a suitcase, blow-up bed and duvet. My mouth dropped open. Gone was the petulant dick-head. Leon was a 6'2" beauty. He shook my hand confidently, with a warm smile. Mum and Dad couldn't stay long as they had a long return journey, so they wished us good luck, and were gone.
Leon sat himself in the armchair and we spent the evening catching up. It was like talking to a stranger at first, we had both changed so much over the years. He was at uni, studying sports science, with the idea of becoming a personal trainer. He also played water polo. It dawned on me then that his arms and legs were shaved for his sport. We had a couple of beers and after an hour, we were like old buddies. He asked to use the shower as the journey had made him sweaty. He fumbled around in his suitcase for his soap bag and clean clothes. While he was in there, I inflated his bed in a corner of the lounge. He came back into the room, drying his hair, just wearing some short, white, Adidas running shorts. Despite him being my sibling, my cock twitched. I had to compliment him on his looks. He cheekily did a twirl, turned away from me and touched his toes, showing off his tight bubble butt, then asked if I liked what I saw, though my groin made it obvious. We had another beer and I tried to avert my eyes, but he flashed a wide smile, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I reminded him that I was gay and that he was turning me on, pointing to my tent. He replied that he was probably bi, but was still working it out. I was at a loss how to react. Here was this Adonis teasing me, but I'm his brother. He had read my mind and kissed me again. This time, our lips parted and we went into a full-on embrace. His hand went into my pants and gripped my dick. His erection slipped out the leg hole of his shorts, a fat dick with a long foreskin. To make himself comfortable, he took his shorts off. His pube area was clean as well, as were his pits. I cupped his balls and licked his thick shaft. I'd forgotten about him being my brother, lost in passion. I slipped out of my pants, wanking myself while sucking his pole. He didn't last long, I swallowed his babies. I couldn't stop myself and my jets landed on the carpet. I told myself it was only a blow job, so it wasn't incest. We chucked our jeans on and went to the pub. Staggering home, I kissed him goodnight and headed to my bedroom. He followed me, saying he'd rather have someone to cuddle. We slept naked, spooning.
Saturday, I took him to town to show him around. We lunched out, becoming friends, rolling back the years and laughing at things from our childhood. I picked up groceries on our way home. After dinner, I asked him what he'd like to do. He looked me straight in the eye and said 'Fuck'. I asked him what gay sex he'd had. He said he was a complete virgin before last night. He'd only played with girls and wanted to experiment. We went to the bedroom. Standing by the bed, we kissed and undressed one another. He sat on the bed and licked around my shaft and balls. It came naturally to him and even managed to deep-throat. I pulled him up, not wanting to cum too soon. We lay next to each other, just kissing and becoming passionate. We went into a sixty-nine. I licked up behind his scrotum, running my tongue into his crack and finding his bud. He instinctively pushed back. I replaced my tongue with a finger. He groaned and stopped sucking me while he enjoyed the sensation of being finger fucked. I must have touched the spot, because it was all over as he spunked over my face. He said he was sorry, I reassured him it was fine, we had three weeks. My erection slowly subsided and I slept, dreaming of the next time. In the morning we showered and had a leisurely breakfast. He apologized again for last night, saying he wanted to try again. We went back to bed and I let him take the lead. We were soon at the same point as last night, but this time it was his finger in my butt. I tried not to suck him too much, I didn't want anything premature. I handed him the lube and told him to cover his cock. I pulled my knees up and nature took over. He had fucked girls before, so knew what he was doing and proved an accomplished lover. He even managed to jerk me at the same time. We rolled over and I rode him, leaning over and kissing him deeply. I felt my balls rising and gripped his cock with my ring. It was enough to make him breed me. My semen covered my body. I climbed off, cum dripping out and we lay side by side in a post-sex glow. Sunday, we spent mooching around town. We went to a sex shop and I bought him some nice underwear and a string top. We walked through town holding hands. When we arrived home, he modelled his new clothes, he looked perfect. That evening, Mum FaceTimed me. I told her not to worry, we were great. Later, Leon said he wanted to try being fucked again. This time I took it really slowly. When I thought he was ready, I had him bend over the bed. With my knob well-lubed, I probed into him and waited while he adjusted to the sensation. He whispered 'fuck me'. Holding his hips, we fucked long and slow, till he was pushing back on to me in time to my thrusts. My fucking became more intense. He managed to get a hand on his cock and toss himself. I pulsed my cum into him, he put more cum onto the carpet. He was no longer a virgin. We showered together, soaping each other and kissing. We were getting boners again, but thought we'd better leave it. We dried one another, dressed and went to the pub.
During the week, we still had sex in the evening, but I had to work, so he'd keep himself busy in the day running, cycling and gym training. The following Saturday, he went to town on his own. This gave me a chance to do some housework and get the laundry done, including the cum-stained bedding. He was still out at 8pm, when he phoned. Sorry I'm so late and can I bring someone home? Intrigued, I agreed. An hour later, he appeared with a beautiful girl. I bit my tongue and greeted her. While she was in the loo, he explained he needed to know if he was bi or gay. I said they could use my bed and I'd sleep on the blow-up. Through the night I heard them at it, so guessed bi. Sunday morning he kissed her goodbye. We sat down with coffee. He said he'd managed to fuck, but hadn't enjoyed it very much. He asked what else he could learn while he was with me. I told him of the many escapades I had gotten into. He didn't like the idea of being gang-banged, but hearing about Jimmy, Henry and Lee got him very interested. I said I'd see what I could arrange for next weekend, the last before Mum and Dad returned. We had sex several times during the week. I was really not looking forward to being on my own again. Jimmy was on holiday, but Henry and Lee were well up for it, especially when they saw Leon's photo. I asked them to come round Saturday afternoon. They arrived, looking as lovely as ever. I introduced them. Henry was 7 or 8" shorter than Leon, but it didn't matter. Realising the bed would be too small, I'd cleared a space in the lounge, leaving poppers, lube and towels around. It all felt a little awkward at first, so I went round, giving kissing them and giving their balls a squeeze, then round again, taking their tops off. Leon leaned down and kissed Lee. I snogged Henry. Inhibitions were lost and we were soon in our underwear. I was pleased to see Henry was in his now heavily cum-stained jock. Leon knelt in front of him, pulled his dick out from the side of his jock and swallowed. I did the same with Lee. We swapped partners several times, before Leon mounted Henry. Lee and I watched as they made love. After a while. Henry fucked Leon. They came in unison. I lay back and let Lee have his wicked way. He pumped away hard, having just watched his boyfriend fuck, he shot pretty quickly. My balls were still full Leon noticed and sank down on my pole. I thrust up into him, filling him with my juices.
We sat around, chatting and recovering. I put some porn on and we were soon at it again. This time Leon fucked Lee, Henry made love to me. Testosterone filled the air. Everyone had finally had their fill. We dressed and went into town for a pub crawl.
The next day, Mum and Dad returned. I said nothing of what happened, other than we got on well, and that Leon was always welcome. We packed up his things and they left.
A few days later I had a card from Leon, thanking me for a wonderful time and 'enlightening' him. He has yet to tell our parents.
