It had been a few years since I had visited my brother, but here I lay, over fifty, looking forward to retirement and to enjoying a week long break as a guest to my older brother and his lovely wife Marjorie. It was great to be staying at their quiet country cottage and lazing each morning. No work, no phone calls, no busy meetings, just rest and relaxation. Waking on this particular morning, a tingling in my randy region had enticed me to fish my trusty old pink vibrator from my overnight bag. I loved it's gentle comforting buzz and the juicy sensation as I worked the joy toy in and out of my hot love canal. My arousal had been induced by sweet memories, memories that carried me back to a more innocent age. An age before smart phones and the internet, an age before selfies and 'boast posts', when we didn't broadcast our private lives and each adventure was born of personal exploration and not at social media suggestion.
As I pleasured myself this morning, my thoughts drifted to the moment I had come to possess my beautiful pink plastic vibro. A prize that I have treasured, lovingly cared for and enjoyed regularly for near forty years. My pink vibrator tale begins back in the nineteen eighties, when I was a young and wild student studying Fashion at college.
It all began with a moment of curiosity, a moment when I found myself walking quietly along the family home hallway to investigate a muffled grunting coming from my parents bedroom. It was roughly ten A.M. on a warm Tuesday morning and being aware that both my mother and father would ordinarily be at work, my dad an architect in the city and my mother working part-time with our local village estate agent, I was curious to know what the source of these sounds were, or more importantly who was making them.
Why nineteen year old me found myself sneaking around in my own home was due to the fact, I was part way through my first year of study toward a degree and had been living in a bedsit in the city, but with my new student friends continual partying, they had become a distraction to my progress. So on this bright morning, I had returned to the family home, planning for a week of peaceful study in my old bedroom. My folks were unaware of my plan, so the visit would be a surprise to them.
As I slowly approached the bedroom, I noticed the door ajar. I could see a male figure sitting on my parents bed, back to the door, and judging by the build and dark colour of his hair, the person seated looked like my older brother Robert. Creeping a little closer to the door and careful not to disturb him, I was able to determine that it WAS my older brother.
This brought a moment of relief, knowing that our home was not being burglarised. My curiosity had me wonder what he was up to in our parents room? Robert, three years my senior was tall dark and handsome. With his good looks and athletic frame, I was constantly surprised that he was less confident with the opposite sex than his look should have suggested. Shy, but ever so intelligent.
Looking closely, Robert appeared to be wearing a white T-shirt and little else. Although I couldn't be certain, and as I was observing him from behind, it looked as if he had no clothes on below his waist. I was able to make out his bare bottom just visible below the hem of his T-shirt. Fascinated and with a growing thrill of voyeurism, I decided NOT to interrupt his current activity and instead, watch from outside of the room. I stood silently so as not to spoil the event.
Looking around the room made me aware of some scattered items. There appeared to be several glossy magazines strewn across the bed, there were Polaroid snaps and black & white photo prints spread out on the pillow. I couldn't quite establish the persons in the photographs from my present position, but they looked very revealing. Also on the bed lay two vibrators, a smooth pink plastic toy and a large moulded hard cock of black shiny latex. Various items of clothing were also on the quilted bedspread, pairs of my mothers nylons, panties and a pink neglige.
Judging by the jerking movements in my brothers shoulders, I suddenly realised I had stumbled upon him masturbating. He was totally unaware of my presence. He had obviously been searching in my parents room and come across dad's porn magazines and mum's toys, and to top it off, had been searching in mum's lingerie drawer.
I should have retreated and left him to his private moment and perhaps alert him from afar to give him time to 'save face' from this awkward situation. Instead, I was overcome with an unusual feeling, I had a strange and kinky desire to see if I could catch a glimpse of my brothers hard cock. I knew it was wrong, but it was also seductively kinky, exciting and no-one need ever know. I figured if he were to turn around, he would catch sight of me, so I moved slightly back from view and to one side, to a position where I could quickly hide should he turn around to look.
I needn't have feared, a perfect moment arose, allowing me to view his wonderful manhood in all it's erect glory. He placed the magazine that he had in his left hand onto the bed and then reached and lifted a couple of the Polaroid snaps from the pillow. He lay back on the bed, the back of his head held toward me and then raised the pics above his head to view. Looking down his body, my eyes rested on his right hand which was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth on a most magnificent cock. It took my breath away seeing my brother in such an intimate manner. His cock was beautiful.
I had become a spectator to my own brother's wanking as he lay focussed on his precious found snaps. It was only then that I realised the snaps feeding his excitement were close-up images of our mother with a hard cock in her mouth. I suddenly felt a little shocked and conflicted. Robert had found our parents personal and private pics and was jerking off to them. I couldn't believe it. 'Pervert!' came to mind. I had to quickly check this thought, here was I only seconds before, hoping to see my brother's cock and now enthralled with it. I didn't consider myself as a pervert, I only wanted to see his cock. Surely Robert was thinking the same, he must simply be fascinated in seeing our mum sucking a cock, his arousal had to have been ignited by the porn magazines.
Shifting my attention onto the pillow, I became aware that the pics spread out contained images of our parents posing for the camera, or involved in various sex acts, including full intercourse. Some featured full body shots of our mum, whilst others were close ups of her face and private parts. Several featured my dad naked or in a variety of states of dress, almost all focused on his erect cock. A box filled with photographs lay by the pillow. I now shared the same curious desire to join my brother in viewing these photographs in more detail. I wanted to see what was in the box, and weirdly this thought turned me on.
