It was Aaron's turn to mow the lawn. That was the deal that his parents had made with him and his younger brother, Jacob: If they weren't going to go to church on Sunday with them anymore, they weren't allowed to just laze around all morning and play video games. They had to mow the lawn, in the summer. And in winter, it was shovelling the driveway.
He was nearly done, when he noticed a spray of water near the side of the house.
"Fuck," he said and ran over to turn off the sprinkler, which was on a timer. He hadn't quite finished mowing the lawn and didn't want it to get wet.
But all thoughts of finishing his chores vanished when he happened to glance through the basement window. The curtain at one end was pulled back just enough -- about two inches -- for him to see something that made him doubt his own eyes.
There was his brother, Jacob, on the downstairs sofa, naked, buckled in half, his legs thrown over his head, sucking his own cock.
"What the fuck?"
He crouched down and stared.
His brother was in what he would later learn was called the "plow position" -- on his back with his lower body folded over, both hands behind his thighs, pulling himself in. His brother's cock was at least halfway in his mouth. He had the flushed look of both exertion and ecstacy on his face as he fed himself his own meat.
He watched until his brother unfolded himself, laid back and took his cock into his hand and masturbated.
Slowly, without making any sudden moves that would be noticed, Aaron backed away and stood up. Then he went inside.
He could not help but notice his own cock was getting hard as he entered the house and, as quietly as he could, crept downstairs. The entertainment room was to the right at the bottom of the stairs. You had to turn a corner. Jacob was still on the couch, his head at the end of the couch closest to the bottom of the stairs, which meant he was facing away from where Aaron stood. Even if he had been facing the other way, he didn't think his brother would have noticed anyone standing there. He was too absorbed in the apparently rather athletic exertion of fucking his own mouth.
Opposite the couch was a large flatscreen TV, which was displaying an unwatched porn video. It was one he and his brother had watched together before -- a gangbang compendium. They had jerked off together to it once before. Next to the TV was a round wicker chair. Aaron went over to it, sat down and watched his brother, who had not even noticed him.
After a minute of watching, Aaron finally spoke.
"Dude, how do you do that?"
His brother unfolded like a sprung spring and leapt off the couch.
"What the fuck Aaron!" he cursed, madly scrambling to cover himself.
"I'm sorry man," Aaron said. "I wasn't spying on purpose. I just happened to see you through the basement window."
Jacob cast a quick glance to the window. His face was red with both embarrassment and fury.
"Don't freak out man, "Aaron said. "I couldn't help watching, man. That's fucking amazing. How do you do it?"
Jacob was fumbling to get his sweatpants on and get his still hard cock covered.
"I suppose you are going to hold this over me or something."
"No, I swear to god. I won't tell anyone. Dude, I've been trying to suck my own cock for years. I can get this close," he said, indicating one inch with his thumb and index finger.
"You've gotta teach me me how to do it."
Jacob was still too angry and embarrassed to say anything. His eyes flashed angrily and questioningly at his older brother.
"Fuck off," Jacob said, deciding that his brother was stringing him along, and that some further embarrassment awaited him. What sort of trap was his brother setting for him?
"Seriously, Jacob. I want you to teach me how you do that. Fuck, I'll do your chores for a year if you can teach me."
"You're serious."
"Serious as cancer, man. I've been trying to do it for years. We could do it together.
"I don't understand," continued. "How can you can do it but I can't? We're the same size. Look."
Aaron stood up and unzipped his jeans and hauled out his rigid young cock.
"See? We're about the same size, right? Let's see yours. I want to compare."
"No way."
"Seriously. Come on. Show me your cock, I want to see if we're the same size."
Jacob hesitated a moment and then stood up and pulled out his cock, which was no longer fully erect but still half hard.
Aaron stood facing his brother, and lifted his brother's cock and pulled it out parallel with his own cock. Jacob's cock began to stiffen again in response to his brother touching him like that.
"See? We're about the same length. We've basically got the same build."
In fact, they could have been twins, at least in terms of physique. Aaron was almost 20 -- nearly 18 months older than his little brother -- and looked more like his father, whereas Jacob looked more like his mother. But their bodies and cocks were so similar it was like looking in a mirror. Both were about six and a half inches, circumcised.
Their parents were strict Baptists, which explained their biblical names, and the fact they were both circumcised in an age when circumcision had fallen out of favor as something akin to child abuse.
"What's your secret, man?" Aaron implored. "Teach me."
"Well," Jacob sat down on the couch, now eye-level with his brother erect penis. "It takes a bit of practise."
"OK," Aaron said. "What do I have to do?"
"There are stretches you can do. Yoga types stretches. You need to do it for a few weeks."
