"Oh, shit," I muttered.
Normally, I tried to make sure the rest of my family was asleep before I got on my computer to watch my (extensive) catalog of pirated porn I got off a filesharing utility. And normally, when someone started walking downstairs, I could pull my pants up, click out of the window, and claim I was playing an RPG or something.
Not tonight.
I had just started cumming after watching Aurora Jolie get reamed (damn, she took it like a pro, probably because she was one), and my little brother's hand fell on my shoulder.
"You know she's a virgin, right?" he asked, nonchalantly.
"What?" I gasped, unsure of what he was driving at, and surprised as all hell at his entrance. Damn! Caught!
"Just like you'll always be. Now pull up your damn pants and get upstairs, you perv." He pointed the way up, and his face kept registering a stern disapproval.
As I passed by him, guiltily, his eyes narrowed and he said, "And clean up your sperm, too!" My face flushed, and we both walked up.
The next day, my parents both left to go look at houses, and my brother and I were doing chores around the house.
"Get in here and help me clean up the dishes," he yelled from the kitchen. I had just finished taking out the trash, so I had no excuse not to.
For a few minutes, we cleaned in silence. Then, unexpectedly, he said "Don't worry, I won't tell Mom or Dad about your little incident."
"Um, thanks," I said, quietly.
"Don't mention it. Everyone does it, nobody in this house has the moral authority to chastise you," he said, and I thought that was the end of it.
We started putting the dishes away, and everything was normal. At first. Then I felt him reach around me to put away a cup, and he got a little ... closer ... than would be normally expected. It happened again, and again, so it wasn't just accidental.
My brother was trying to feel me up.
He got more and more brazen about it, too, to the point that he was virtually dry humping me when he put things away.
"Okay. Stop," I said. "What in hell are you doing?" I yelled.
"Well," he said, thinking slowly, "after I saw that thing last night," and here I knew he was referring to my 8 inches, which I'm mildly proud of, even though I have my parents to thank, "I knew I needed it."
"You're...gay?" I asked, incredulously.