My brother leads on me 1

My cock stood rigid as I paused to look down on the man lying beneath me before settling between his open legs. For one instant it was tsightof It It was the thought of another man beneath me that flashed through my mind, and I could still hear the words he said, Jimin I'm going to give you a fucking that you'll never forget."

Looking back over my life so far, I can point to the summer after graduating from high school when I went to live with my father as the origin of my free sexual attitudes. What is more likely, however, is that the seeds had already been sown and my environment only supplied the water and fertilizer.

After graduating from high school in an Atlanta suburb, I went to live with my Brother in Texas. He had agreed to pay all expenses for me to attend a nearby community college during the school year in exchange for my working in his machine shop during the summer. .

My parents were divorced when I was ten. That was when I had gone back East to live with my extremely religious mother. The stark contrast in how my parents viewed life made their marriage irreconcilable. My father had been raised by hippy parents; her father was a minister. "That heathen" was how my mother often referred to my father.

Their agreement at the divorce was that I would spend four weeks every summer with my father. From my perspective, I never saw anything that I thought was "heathen" from my father; I only thought that summers with Dad were fun. Of course I had not yet moved in with him permanently and had no inkling of the surprises in store for me.

To this day I can clearly remember my shock when, on my first night at my brothers house following my move in, he came out of the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts then proceeded to remain dressed like that for the rest of the evening.

Not that there was anything wrong with him wearing only his underwear, it was his house. It's just that I had never seen an adult lounging around who wasn't either fully clothed or wrapped in a robe. He must have caught the surprised look on my face since his indifferent acknowledgement of his state of dress related to my now living there full-time. He said that this was part of the casual "lifestyle" that he practiced at home when I was away at my mother's, and this was how he intended to continue now that I was there full time.

I wasn't certain of what that meant by "lifestyle," but there was no further discussion. As he sat beside me on the sofa to begin leafing through a magazine, his thighs spread to reveal a large bulge along his left leg and from the fly of his underwear a tangle of dark brown pubic hairs emerged. Though I was attempting to keep my eyes on the television, his open legs seemed to offer an invitation to sneak glances at his crotch.

His boxers were soft cotton and pressing against the fabric was the bulge of his thick cock and balls. He was hanging on the left leg and when he shifted on the couch to bring his right foot to rest on the sofa, the bulge became even more emphasized and the fly opened further letting the mash of tangled hair jut through. Buried in his magazine, he seemed indifferent to me sitting beside him as he lifted his butt and reached down to tug on the fabric bunched against his cock.

Getting another glance at his crotch, my heart accelerated. My own cock was beginning to swell at the sight. Feeling embarrassed and somewhat ashamed of the reaction I was having to my brother I left the sofa and quickly retreated to my room saying that I wanted to go to bed early. I heard him only vaguely mumble, "Good night."

Once alone in my bed, still fraught with quilt that my brother might have sensed my interest in his crotch, I took the shaft of my hardening cock and began masturbating rapidly. Images of naked men from magazines that I had snuck peeks between the pages along with memories of handsome students from my school were now joined by a new image of my brother sitting in front of the television with his legs wide spread.

In my imagination, his cock grew hard as my fingers slipped over to touch it. My fantasy expanded to include my hiding unnoticed in the kitchen and watching him engage in pleasuring himself. He pulled down his boxers, pushing them down toward his knees and began making circles with his palm around his engorged purple cock head.

Sprawled back in my bed and with my own legs spread, I rubbed my own swollen shaft, just as I imagined him doing to his. Reaching down with my free hand I grasped my balls and squeezed them. In my mind I saw him grasping his ball sack just as his hand stroked the dripping head of his cock; we were jerking off together.

Caught in these thoughts and unable to resist moaning, I said aloud, "Oh jungkook,stroke that big cock of yours, stroke it jungkook ." Lost in my fantasy, suddenly strong ribbons of cream began shooting from my rod as I cried aloud, "Fuck, oh fuck!" ending the fantasy. Large globs of sticky semen landed on my belly, pooling around my navel. With my fingers, I began slowly spreading it over my midsection as I fell asleep.

jungkook owned a small machine shop in front of the country house where he lived, about a mile outside a medium-sized East Texas town. His property bordered on state parklands that were heavily forested and included streams, ponds, a medium-sized lake, and even rumors of a ghost.

During summer evenings on earlier visits, when my brother would return from work, we'd set out together exploring nature. He was a good instructor and spent great care teaching me about the forest and its inhabitants. These times were a refreshing escape to me as I grew into young manhood. They offered a sharp contrast to the strict environment that existed living with my Mother.

My education over those years of summers included more than the flora and the fauna. Suspecting that my Mother and her new husband were reluctant to even hint about sex, my brother supplied me with appropriate knowledge of reproduction and my own body. He was always unashamed and matter-of-fact with his information, so as the years went by I became a repository of facts about the subject which I freely conveyed to my school chums. Consequently, even though I was shy and could be withdrawn, I soon had a reputation at school of being "experienced" at sex, which I certainly wasn't. As part of my education, Jungkook had also emphasized that "self-discovery" for a young man was not only normal but expected, including a few details on what to do. From puberty onward I had practiced a lot.

By the end of that first week of living full-time with him, I had become accustomed to seeing him half-dressed in his boxers. I had even caught an occasional glimpse of his naked body as he moved from our shared bathroom to his bedroom. What I wasn't accustomed to was the growing thrill of my reaction every time I saw his manly form on display. Alarmed by these reactions, I sought to avoid them by spending most of the time hiding away in my room; even while, at the same time, my father's body increasingly became the focus of my fantasies.

During day hours, I quickly fell into the routine of work around the shop, beginning mostly with odds and ends related to clean-up and organization. The three other employees, a skinny young blonde man a few years older than me, tae, and two older Hispanic men, Jin and Yoongi, soon began treating me as just another co-worker. I was included in all their smutty jokes, their innuendos, and the general hijinks of shop talk. My brother was even noticeably more relaxed than I had remembered him on my previous visits.

When I was still in school, though jungkook had been great fun to be with, he had kept a distance between us. From the first day of my arrival that summer, I began noticing other changes, besides his dress around the house. Not only did he curse more and occasionally join in the familiarity of idle shop talk at work; but when we were alone, he treated me less like a boy and more as an equal. Among the changes, he began calling me chim or Jim instead of Jimin as he had used since I could remember.

Jungkook was taller and brown than me and had a stocky, frame, as I remained slender. I had reached my full height of just less than six feet, whereas he stood nearly 7 foot 1 inches. I also favored my mother with a reddish complexion, sandy hair and little body hair whereas jimin had a fury chest with a trail leading down to his pubic area. I became fascinated by this trail.

My face composed the faired Scandinavian features of my mother's side rather than the swarthiness of my father's Italian genes. However, I have his dark brown eyes. In school I had often been teased during showers after gym for my bright bush of reddish orange pubic hair. My senior year I had taken to trimming it down to lessen the effect of what a friend of mine had once called, "an orange bird's nest."

Growing accustomed to my brothers new casualness toward me, my attitudes still elevated to shock one Saturday morning when, after rising later than normal, I dressed and went to the kitchen to start coffee. I heard noises from his bedroom.

Coffee started, I returned down the hallway toward the open door of my bedroom when the door to his room across from mine opened and he emerged buck naked and sporting a partial erection. I gasped when my rapid eyes took in details of his swollen cock.

While I stood dumbfounded in the hallway, he casually looked first at me, and then he stretched and yawned before looking down at his himself and muttering, "Morning wood." Amused at his joke, he padded down the hall to the bathroom, his thick buttocks rolling as he walked.

Stunned, I stood red-faced and immobile. I watched him through the open door way step to the toilet and release a heavy stream of urine. "Damn that feels good," he said turning toward me, as though he was waiting for me to add some comment. I was speechless.

Thankfully distracted by gurgling from the coffee pot, I scurried back to the kitchen. With lingering images of my brothers engorged cock in my mind, I welcomed the distraction of coffee.

Bracing myself on the kitchen cabinet, I inhaled deeply, willing my heartbeat to slow, and tried to remember which cabinet held the coffee cups. Without fanfare, jungkook walked into the kitchen still naked. Even though his cock was now nearly flaccid, from the corner of my eye I caught sight of one the biggest that I'd ever seen. His foreskin stretched down nearly covering the head but stopped short, just exposing the tip of his penis with its slit peering out.

Ignoring me while casually reaching past me to open a cabinet door and take out a cup, my father said, "Didn't mean to shock you." He continued talking while pouring himself coffee; "I should have warned you that I spend a lot of time around the house nude, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up." Obviously bemused and grinning he said, "You should have seen the look on your face." Looking me in the eye, he winked and added, "I don't think I'll ever forget it."

I stood staring down at the counter top as if I was transfixed by a speck on the laminate.

He then began awkwardly struggling through a rambling explanation of how he practiced nudity during the months while I was living at my Mom's. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable and not used to explaining himself. His rambling ending with, "So I like living this way. Besides, it's my house and nobody's damn business," his voice rose toward the end when he added, "Hell, society places so many restrictions on us out there," his hand pointing with contempt toward a window, "I figure a man should get to live in his own home without their damn rules and regulations."

I supposed that he expected me to agree with him, but with my mind still blank, I could only reach to take a cup from the cabinet. The knot in my throat prevented me from uttering a sound.

Though I wished that he would just shut up, he didn't. "I guess that's one of the reasons why your mother and I never got along. She's so damned up tight," he added. With a trembling hand, I began pouring coffee for myself and continuing to avert my eyes from him. "Where am I supposed to be looking when he's naked like this?" I thought. However, an inner voice told me where I wanted to be looking.

"Maybe I should have warned you about how I am, but I didn't know how to bring it up." Then he spread his arms and concluded, "So, are you okay with your old man going around the house bare-assed?" Whether intended or not, he switched to a tone sounding vaguely like a threat, "You could always go live back with your mother if it's not."

Horrified by the thought of my mother, I uttered a sound that must have sounded like a squeal, "No." Realizing how that sounded, I lowered my voice and blurted, "I mean sure, its okay, everything's okay," and walked to the kitchen table to sit, primarily because of a swelling in my pants. "Shit," I thought, "He'll think that I'm some type of pervert."

"Well," Jungkook said as he sat down opposite me, "you'll get used to me. I guess I don't think like most people." Switching subjects abruptly he began idly talking about the day ahead including fishing on the lake that afternoon. I would soon learn that it was typical of him to switch subjects in mid-stream. And typical for me, even though I was nearly nineteen, I still hadn't learned that conversations could be two-ways and that it was alright to ask for elaboration.

Meanwhile, while appearing to listen, my thoughts were zooming around my head like cars at a go-cart track. "What am I supposed to say here? Why am I circumcised and he's not? What if somebody comes around and he's naked?" And, "Did he notice my hard-on?" Then the worst thought of all, "I want to see more, I'm enjoying this."

Looking back at that morning I realize that was when a door cracked open in me; one that I had been only vaguely aware of. Sure there had been noises behind it, and I had always been suspicious of what was there, but not until that morning did it begin to clarify itself and I finally understood why the girls in school hadn't interested me.

After breakfast he said it was time to head out and he disappeared into his room to emerge a few minutes later wearing cut-offs and a t-shirt as well as boat shoes. Dressed as he was, though he was in his early 25s, he could have passed for a much younger man. He was a brother that I could be proud of. "You 'bout ready?" he threw my way, and off we went to complete our chores.

Following a trip into town to the grocery store and later a stop at a parts shop where he purchased a few items for the business, we were back at the house. After unloading the purchases, he announced, "Time to go fishing." Before heading out the door he paused, looked at me and said, "You're not going out like that, are you? Hell, you look like you're dressed for school."

I was wearing what I had been taught by my mother was appropriate weekend casual wear, jeans, polo and very clean sneakers. Though I had shorts, she didn't like me to wear them and so, I discovered on arriving here, she hadn't packed any. My swim suit was also back at her house. "Your legs are so white," she used to complain, as though somehow was my fault.

Well," I stumbled, "I guess it's all I brought," feeling sheepish and gullible for letting her pack for me.

He shook his head and said, as though he was perplexed by me, "You've lived with your mother too long. Didn't you bring any shorts? What happened to the ones you had last summer?" he added.

"Mom said they were too old and ratty and threw them away."

He rolled his eyes with the mention of my mother, rubbed his chin, and then said, "Let's see what we can come up with. Come with me," and we paraded down to his room.

Digging through a couple of drawers he examined a few pair of shorts and cut offs then commenting that everything was too large for me. "You got your slim build from your mom's side." He got an idea and went to his closet and after rummaging around a bit, he came out holding an old pair of white nylon running shorts. "These are old but the waist stretches. They're too small for me and the string is still in them. You can tighten it to fit you." Tossing them toward me he added, "Put them on," followed by, "and find an old t-shirt to wear, while I put together a lunch for us."

I went to my bedroom and quickly changed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt exposed in the flimsy white shorts. They were a size too large and, even though they included a net liner, it was loose and I wished that I had a pair of briefs to wear underneath. Between my legs everything felt unprotected and hanging loose. However, since I hadn't packed my only jock and wore only boxer underwear, there was nothing I could put on to contain my genitals.

I came out of my room to hear him say, "My god your legs are white. You'd better slap on the sun screen or you'll boil like a lobster." Once again I felt blamed for something I had no control of. I fantasized saying to the angel in charge of assigning bodies, "Sure, I'd like those white legs, the skinny ones."

We soon set off with boat in tow for Eagle Lake several miles away at the northern end of the state park. My brother had a permanent park pass. Waving to the guard as we passed, we were at the lake with the boat in the water in what seemed like no time at all. After we had cast off, Jungkook mentioned a cove about half a mile from the landing where he preferred to fish at that time of day. Soon we pulled into the isolated cove, anchored and killed the engine.

After saying "Let's get ready to fish," he stood in the boat and, without ceremony, unsnapped and dropped his cut offs, revealing that he was wearing an old pair of yellow Speedos underneath. The elastic around the legs was frayed and fit loosely. This wasn't how he had dressed when we went fishing on my previous visits.

Looking at his bulging crotch, I thought of how my cock and balls were dangling unconfined between my own legs. He quickly doffed his t-shirt, sat down with his back toward me and said, "Put some sunscreen on my back, will you. It's in that bag," he said motioning toward a small bag he had brought.

While pretending to pay attention to him chatting away about when and where fish bite, I poured an amount of lotion in my palm and began rubbing it over his shoulders. The act felt strange and more familiar than anything I had ever experienced with my father. I was starting to feel a flush over my face. Privately I was also trying to ignore the small thrill that was beginning to build in my stomach as I touched him.

His back was broad and muscular. When he sat on the plank the skimpy suit pulled downwards revealing the upper half of his butt crack. A light dusting of fur covered his rear. My eyes feasted with the sight while my mind rebelled at what I was doing.

Once I'd finished I handed him the lotion and he stood facing away from me to begin spreading oil over his chest, arms, and while bending forward, the front and back of his legs. I took in the view of his full, firm butt cheeks straining against the yellow nylon. A view of his ass crack was clear through the thin fabric. "Whew," I thought relishing in the view.

When he'd finished he tossed me the sunscreen with instructions to "rub it in good and heavy everywhere." Then he sat down facing me and began to rummage through his tackle box preparing our rods and lines. While I rubbed my face I snuck peaks at him sitting in front of me.

With his legs splayed open, the bulge between them strained against the thin yellow suit. The matting of hair on his groin created a dark smear under the thin fabric. The suite obviously had no inner lining. "Had he cut it out?" I thought. Sticking out from the frayed leg openings were dark, curly pubic hairs and a protrusion of skin from his ball sack. His Speedo was not only old but too small.

Engrossed in the view between my Brothers legs, I was grateful that the shorts he'd given me were too big since I was having trouble keeping down an erection. I was relieved when he instructed me to turn around so that he could rub lotion over my back and neck.

jungkook didn't seem to notice my predicament and, while he rubbed, was absorbed in an explanation of casting in this part of the lake. With a burning face, I was more concerned with keeping my legs together to hide what was happening between them. Finally we cast our lines and I was grateful to focus on something else; even though it was taking considerable effort.

At one point in the afternoon, jungkook looked around and said, "Looks like nobody is around here." True, only a few boats had come in our cove, but quickly left for other fishing spots. Standing carefully in the boat he pulled down the front of the Speedo, tucked it under his testicles, and took hold of his cock then began pissing over the boat edge into the lake. He looked at me and chatted away as though nothing was happening; I supposed that in his mind it was no big deal. However, judging from the swelling between my legs, it was a very big deal to me.

When he asked, "Don't you need to piss?" I felt the skin of my face flush. Shaking my head "no," I quickly closed my knees to conceal the rising. He was soon back fishing away; apparently he was oblivious to the reactions his exposure was causing me.

The afternoon passed by slowly and, to my relief, there were no more "sightings". The fish weren't biting well and the small lake bass that we did catch was returned to the water. Eventually jungkook reeled in one suitable for eating. "This'll fry up real fine," he commented. Then he announced, "That's enough for today."

As late afternoon shadows crept over the lake we returned to the landing, loaded the boat, and headed home. Back at home Jungkook stripped to his Speedos again to begin gutting and cleaning the fish in preparation for the fry pan. I busied myself about the kitchen trying to help, though did change back into jeans after making the comment that the shorts "weren't comfortable." He replied that he would buy me something more suitable and the subject was dropped.

Later that evening I rose to go to my room before bed. He asked that I wait a minute because there was something that he wanted to talk to me about. Approaching where I stood, he placed his hands on his hips and gave me a look that over the years I had come to dread. It said, "I know what's going on here and you're going to have to 'fess up."

"There's something I want to bring up with you Jimin."

That sounded ominous to me. I looked down to escape his gaze but only encountered the bulging package of the Speedo.

With disbelief I heard him blurt out, "Quit being so damned embarrassed about getting a boner. We all get them over something. They're normal."

"Crap," I thought staring past the Speedo to the floor, he'd noticed all along. Was he suspicious about me?

"Don't worry about trying to hide it when it's just us. What turns you on is your business. You're young and you've got a lot of experimenting ahead of you."

I looked back at him startled by what he said next, "What are you going to do if you come home some night and I'm sitting on the couch jacking and watching porn? Are you going to make me feel all guilty?"

Dumfounded at the idea, I could only slowly shake my head 'no,' my mouth gapping open.

"Just don't freak out on me if that happens." Then, just as directly as he had begun, he said, "I'm tired, we can talk about this another time." Casually patting me on the shoulder he said, "Good night, son," effectively ending any more conversation. He went to his room and closed the door.

I stood flabbergasted by this man but intrigued at the prospect of what he had just described. But before sleep could take me, I again became caught up in a melee of memories from earlier years, of times with friends exploring our bodies, of the one time I'd spent with a girl that I had dated when she let me "cop a feel." But now included in the usual mix were vivid thoughts of my father in and out of his Speedos. I imagined seeing his swollen cock, and even touching it. Now with a hard rod standing between my legs, I took hold of myself and stroked until hot spurts splashed over my stomach and freed me to sleep.

I woke early the next day in another state of arousal. Lying on my stomach, I began pressing my hips down on the mattress until the discomfort of a full bladder became more immediate than feelings of pleasure.

Out of bed and on my feet, I paused before opening the door to consider if I should put on my pants before going to the bathroom. I didn't hear my brother about so I thought, "What the fuck, when in Rome…."

As I stepped from the room I was startled by the sound and sight of the door to my Brothers room opening and him stepping into the hallway completely naked with a hard cock to match my own, except his was thicker. We both froze, just staring at each other. He broke the awkward moment with a slight smile, "Looks like we've both got a situation." Then he added while motioning me toward the bathroom, "You go ahead."

Lowering my head in embarrassment I quickly stepped into the room, reaching to close the door behind me. His hand stopped the closing as he came in saying, "No way, buddy, I've got to go, too."

Stepping beside me at the toilet, his hip nudged me over to make room for him and he pressed down on his erection to release a hard flow of urine splashing into the bowl. I tried looking elsewhere but felt my face reddening as he said laughingly, "It's a bitch trying to piss with a hard-on, isn't it?"

As his stream began to slow, he asked, while looking directly downward at my crotch, "I'm curious as to why you trim your pubes down there? What's with that?" He said this nonchalantly as he shook his cock, and with his fingers squeezed out the last drop, "Is it something you younger guys are doing now?"

After much internal squeezing of my own, my bladder finally had let go even though the flow was thinned by the pressure needed to keep my dick pointing downward. Mumbling I responded with "I guess."

He finished pissing and stepped back while continuing to look at my body, "I dated a chick once who shaved her pussy…"

"jungkook," I nearly yelled, "Quit looking at me so I can piss!"

Chuckling out loud he patted me on my butt cheek as he passed behind me. "Sorry, I forget that you're so damn modest."

I still had a raging erection, despite finishing my piss, and it sprang upward as I turned to the sink. After rinsing my hands I splashed cool water on my face in an effort to quell my reddening. Even through my embarrassment, all of this weirdness gave me a feeling of pleasure.

I left the bathroom still sporting wood to find him waiting for me in the hallway leaning against the wall sipping on his coffee.

"We need to talk about this Jimin," he began. I suppressed an urge to cover myself but thought, "What the hell, since he he's so damn uninhibited let him see it." A small charge trilled through my stomach.

"In my opinion," he began and I could tell that a speech was coming, "your mother and her freaky ways did a lot more harm to you than any behavior of mine ever could."

Looking down at his own body, with his thick penis now hanging soft, he said, "If my going around this way embarrasses you, I'm sorry. But in the long run, your ability to accept other people just the way they are means a lot more to me than all of this modesty you've picked up from her." With a conspicuous glare he said, "Regardless of what life style you chose for yourself, it needs to be out of your choice or preference instead of somebody else's hang ups," he finished with an attitude of having spoken something profound.

I thought to myself, "Nero before the Senate couldn't have done better." Out of a sudden impulse I blurted out without thinking, "Good, let's just hang a sign out front saying 'Nudist Colony Inside.'" With this outburst I felt the pressure release and my erect penis begin to withdraw.

He flinched with surprise and laughed out loud. "Great idea, you want to help me make one? It might be fun to see who shows up." Then he got serious and began an explanation.

"jimin, I grew up with four friends, as you know, and we all shared one bedroom. From my earliest memories, there was no privacy between us. As soon as one of us hit puberty the subject in our room was sex, sex, and more sex. We compared our dicks, measured our erections, hell we jerked off together. There was nothing sacred or private." Looking at me sympathetically he continued, "I realize that's not what you've been used to, but I don't think this openness does any harm. If it does, I'm sorry."

Grateful for my erection subsiding, I decided to get honest. "Ok," I spouted, "Since we're now going to be so open, I've been wondering how come you're not circumcised," I pointed downward towards his cock, "and I am?" It excited me to be so bold and to focus attention on his penis.

Looking down, he grabbed his foreskin and pulled his cock downward and out.

"He sure likes grabbing his dick," I thought.

"You mean this? Shit, That was my ex again. She thought that everything about a man's prick was dirty. If she could have had yours cut off I think she would have." He shrugged, "I don't know why she cared. She's barely touched one in her life." He said this all the while continuing to stretch out his long foreskin.

The sight of this brought me swelling upward again. "Shit," I thought to myself, "how can I stop this?"

Laughing and pointing down at me, he said "We'd better talk about this some other time. You're boning up again." I began to blush again. With a grin he continued, "If we have to wait for you to rub one off we'll never get there."

Turning to enter his room he paused to casually throw out, "Maybe I shouldn't point this out, but you do get pretty loud when you play with yourself in there, you know."

Startled by his comment, I snapped back; "What the fuck? That was uncalled for."

"Hey, don't get bent out of shape, I'm just teasing. I don't care what you do in your bed," he added with a wink and a light punch my shoulder. Turning back into his room he continued with a big grin, "Besides, I can get pretty loud myself. Like brother like brother, I guess," he flippantly threw off while opening a drawer to reach for his underwear.

My face was steaming when I entered my room and quickly closed the door. I looked down to see my dick sticking straight up and thought, "And he thinks that my friend is weird." At the same time I was unable to suppress the excitement in my belly. Being naked with my brother had been not only embarrassing but thrilling at the same time. I dressed reluctantly wishing we could stay naked together all day.

Our visit at my grand parents hurried by, and after a great lunch, Jungkook and I spent the afternoon engaged in cleaning their yard, doing some minor repairs around their house, and tuning my grandfather's car. Near sunset my grandmother arrived with a box of leftovers and announced that we should be heading back before it got dark.

We said our goodbyes and went on our way. Our conversation during the day and on the drive back was minimal and only about general things, though I was anxious to return to the subject of that morning and being naked together. I was filled with loads of questions, though wasn't sure if I could get them answered, or which might tick him off. Looking at his profile while he drove I took in how handsome he was. I also thought, "What a strange man my brother is. How different he is from me."

Once at home, famished after the day of work, we both dove into our dinners. I longed to renew the feelings of intimacy that I had felt that morning with my brother.

"Man, do I feel dirty," I announced after finishing my supper. "I guess I'll take a shower once I've finished here," I added in hopes that he would pick up the thread.

"Go ahead," he replied, "if you want to."

I was disappointed by his indifference and fumbled for a way to proceed. In my head I'd already fantasized that he might join me in the shower, although I had no idea of the implications.

Jungkook finished up his own dinner and, on his way to the sink with his plate, said "Okay, since you want to clean up I have an idea." Looking me directly in my face he asked, "Are you up for a little nocturnal adventure?"

I assured him that I was and he responded that he was thinking about showing me something different to do at night around here.

I asked "What's that?" but he only replied, "You'll see."

After cleaning the table he then started undressing right in our kitchen. Pointing toward me, he said "Strip down to your skivvies and shoes; the ground will be rough where we're going."

On the command of "Strip," I quickly undressed, excited by the prospects of what might be ahead. With no further explanation he headed out the back door followed by me; a tent now beginning to show in my boxers. After this morning's talk, I was feeling less inhibited about getting an erection with him around, even excited by it.

Looking backward he said, "Follow me." He added while pointing upward, "There's a full moon tonight, so we won't have any trouble finding our way." He strode purposefully with me in pursuit across the one hundred or so yards to the back of his property where the state preserve began. Stopping at the border of barbed wire fencing, he pressed down on the bottom strand, lifted the one above and said, "Careful when you climb through."

I stooped to climb between the wires and then held them apart while he followed. Once through the fence, he stopped and said, "We'll leave these here." He pulled down his boxers, stepped out of them, and tossed them on a fence post in one smooth and apparently experienced motion. Noticing my hesitation he said, "Don't get all silly on me, we'll go naked from here on." I followed through with some apprehension. Our exertion had caused my latest erection to subside.

"What if we get caught," I thought, but figured I'd better keep that to myself, hoping he knew what he was doing.

Walking ahead into the dark woods he followed a path that seemed familiar to him. As we passed in and out of shadows, dapples of silvery moon light revealed his naked form in front of me. My eyes took in his broad frame with its slightly thickened waist, but mainly I fixated on the taunt round butt cheeks that rolled as he walked. I was tempted to grab one. With the thought of touching him, warm sensations filled my loins and my penis became heavier, starting to swing side to side and hitting against my legs while I walked.

I asked where we were going, but he only replied, "You'll see."

"Are you sure there's nobody in here?" I queried in a hushed tone.

"Nah, the park closes at night," he replied.

"But aren't there guards?" I replied, my concern increasing as we got deeper into the park. I had fears of being caught, but chided myself. I sounded like my mother with her multitudes of anxieties.

"Hell no," he answered. "The state can't afford any. I figure that anybody else who's in here has their own reasons, same as us."

"What are our reasons?" I wondered. I was still having trouble getting my mind around my walking around the woods naked with my brother. "Maybe this is a dream," I mused, but quickly dismissed that. I did have to admit that, though still nervous, I was starting to really enjoy the experience.

After perhaps a half-mile on the winding path, I saw ahead of us what appeared to be a bright clearing in the woods. Follow his lead; I stepped through a cluster of dense brush into an opening that revealed a pond, perhaps a hundred feet across.

"This is it," he said as I came up beside him. "Its spring fed and flows into that small creek over there," he said pointing. "It's five or six feet deep in the middle. I figured it would be more fun to clean up here than at home." He added, "I come out here a lot." He grinned at me as though to say, "I told you so." After slipping out of his shoes he stepped into the water's edge to a bottom that quickly went downward. He was soon up to his shoulders in the water.

I stepped out of my sneakers and, after a few tentative steps, was beside him in the cold water. "Brr," I chattered, "this is cold." My feelings of apprehension left me with the jolt of cold water.

"Yeah, it's from an underground spring," he replied, slowing paddling his arms backward.

As we lazily floated around the pond, I began to relax more to the experience of being out here with my brother naked in the moonlight. Our legs brushed a few times causing a surge of warmth inside of me.

Though the water was bright from the moonlight, the pond, surrounded by walls of loblolly pines, oaks and box elders, seemed to be a secret, shadowy place. I imagined that this might have been a place of an ancient initiation ceremony. Perhaps the native Indians had used it for that.