The knowledge of exposing myself turned me on a lot and probably him too, because we both kept on doing it without making it obvious we knew about each other. Then I felt his warm lips engulfing the tip and he started swirling his tongue around. And later it even happened in broad daylight too, when our parents left the house for shopping, we sometimes just went naked to each others bedroom avoiding the need to put it in words. So one night I was exploring myself by a bit with touching and discovered that I kinda felt nice to mimic that there was something around my dick. No words were spoken. This the true story of my first sexual encounter with my younger brother. We had one of those early Apple Macintosh computers in the attic. So we already had our own rules made up: whenever the player lost his ball, the other one had his turn to play. From that day on, masturbation became a daily habit. He stood up, to make room for me, I moved to his chair. We never talked about it what happened… but it became a weekly habit.
