One night when I was 14, I thought I was the only person awake in my house at 1 in the morning. So I closed my door (with no lock to lock it with), put in headphones, cued up some of my favorite porn vids and proceeded to take care of business. I was never a fast jerker, I've always preferred long slow strokes. I was lubed up pretty good, I had a video playing that I had seen dozens of times so I closed my eyes, still taking long slow strokes and listening to the heavy breathing from the video. I was getting closer with each stroke and only when I knew I couldn't hold back did I quicken the pace of my stroking.
I thought I felt a tap, "nah, couldn't be" I thought. I let it all go. And when I opened my eyes there was my little brother. We had our own rooms, I had no reason to expect him in mine especially that late. There he was just standing, staring down at me by now I was laying naked with fresh cum on my belly. My laptop was still playing a naughty video.
"I couldn't sleep, my room is scary. Can I sleep in here?"
I had a bunk bed, I put him on the top bunk and he quickly fell asleep, I know he got an eyeful but didn't bring it up.
I always wonder if there is a possibility he was sleep walking. He never mentioned anything and I have to imagine that after seeing something like that it'd stick with you.
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When this writer wrote that possibly his little brother was sleepwalking, that's entirely possible. For anyone that has never actually seen someone sleepwalking, my son had several sleepwalking episodes when he was a pre-teen. I recall times I found him out of bed, like sitting on the floor in the hall outside his room, and then talking with him and lead him back into his room, and the next morning he had absolutely no recollection of any of it, even when he had appropriately answered questions when I was getting him back into his bed. So it is entirely possible that the writer's brother saw everything, but then remembered none of it by the next morning.
ReplyDeleteI love how the writer described the situation. It was during the night, he couldn't get to sleep, and his body just needed a slow, relaxing, lubed wank, enhanced by watching and listening to some of his favorite saved porn. I remember those teenage times fondly, but I grew up long before there was such enhanced in-room technology. I had to make up my own porn inside my head when I wanted it to accompany a good wank session.
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