Watching Porn With My Brother

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Watching Porn With My Brother

It started when I was 12 years old.

My parents were out of town for a wedding.

My brother Jimmy, had spent the night with his friend, Walt alone at our house. The boys were 14 years old at the time and deemed responsible enough.

I was at my girlfriend Becky’s sleepover.

I was expected home at noon, but since we didn’t sleep (Does any girl actually sleep at a sleep over?), I was tired and decided to leave right after breakfast so I could go home and take a nap.

I actually arrived about 10 AM.

I let myself in and was about to call to my brother, but I heard something funny coming from the basement. It sounded like groaning. I was curious, so I decided to investigate.

I walked as softly as I could in my sneakers. I pushed open the door slowly and stuck my head in. I could hear the boys talking: “Look at the titties on that one!” I heard my brother say.

Jimmy responded, “Yeah, she’s got some big ones, but I liked the other girl, hers were smaller but better shaped.”

All the while, the soundtrack was of a woman moaning.

So the boys were watching a dirty movie. I’m just as curious about sex as they are, so I decided to barge in on them and invite myself to the party.

What I did not expect was that both boys would be naked. They were sitting on the couch manipulating something in their laps but quickly stood up and then covered up: my brother with his hands and Walt with a pillow. I thought quickly and took a picture. One, then another and then another until Walt said, “Get her.”

I guess it’s difficult to run with your hands on your crotch. I was out the door before the boys even got out of the playroom.

I walked around the neighborhood for a while before deciding to come back. All the while I thought about what I just saw. I looked at the pictures I took. It showed two boys and that they were naked, even though covered up. In the background was a picture of a woman sucking on a man’s penis.

When I got back, Walt was gone and my brother was dressed. The movie was nowhere to be seen or heard.

“Linda, you got to erase those pictures,” was the first thing he said to me.

“Well, hello to you too.” I replied.

“What were you doing here?”

“I live here, remember?”

“No, I mean what were you doing home so early? You weren’t supposed to be home until noon.”

“That wasn’t etched in stone. I was tired, so I came home early. What were you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing my ass. I saw the movie. I saw that you boys were naked.”

“Don’t tell mom and dad, please.

“What are you willing to do if I don’t.”

“Anything.”

“Anything includes a lot of things. How about you do what I say for the rest of the day and I’ll see what kind of mood I’m in.”

“OK.”

“Let’s start with the movie.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Do you still have it?”

“It belongs to Walt, but he was in such a hurry to get out of here that he forgot it. I’d better take it out of the machine before mom and dad get back.”

“No. Leave it in. I want to see it.”

“What? You can’t mean that. It’s a dirty movie.”

I laughed, “Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean that I’m not interested in sex. You’d be surprised at some of the things us girls talk about especially at sleepovers.”

“OK, but I’m warning you. Some parts are pretty gross. Don’t blame me. I warned you.”

The movie started off with two naked women kissing each other. Then, for no apparent reason, two men walked in. The women didn’t cover up, but stopped what they were doing and started stripping the men who did not resist at all. Unlike my brother, the men didn’t wear undershirts.

None of this made any sense at all, but I guess this kind of movie doesn’t need much of a plot.

I was really interested in the penises on the men. I had seen penises on boys before, but mostly they were toddlers and the oldest boy I saw was when me and my friend Nancy made a 7-year-old make pee for us.

These almost seemed like a different organ. They hung down maybe about a third of the way to the men’s knees. However, given the size of the breasts of the women, I had doubts that the actors were picked because of their average size in this area.

Both of the guys took their penises in their hand and started stroking it, making the organs stand up instead of flopping down. The camera zoomed in on one of the men. I seized the remote and froze the frame.

There in 55 horizontal inches was a picture of male genitals in all of its erected glory.

I licked my lips, looked over at my brother and asked, “Does yours look like that?”

He blushed and said, “Well sort of.”

“Show me!”

“What?”

“Show me. Take off your pants and show me. In fact, take off all your clothes like the men in the movie. I want to see you naked.”

“Are you some sort of pervert? You’re my sister!”

“I am also the girl who is going to tell on you if you don’t do as I say. Now strip!”

My brother got up slowly and even more slowly got undressed. He hesitated when he got to his shorts.

“All the way,” I ordered.

He lowered his shorts and stepped out of them and then stood up.

“Stand there,” I commanded. “Now put your hands on your head and turn around slowly.”

I swear, I saw his whole body blush. His penis, although not as large as the one on the screen, was already erected.

I remarked, “You got hair there.” Then pointing to the screen, “He doesn’t.”

“Some men shave it off.”

“I think yours looks nicer, although it could do with a trim.

OK, you can lower your hands. Sit down and we’ll continue watching the movie.”

The rest of the movie dealt with putting the men’s penises into different openings in the women in about every possible combination. My brother was right, some if it was very gross. I was hoping that sex would be more romantic than that.

As the movie was playing, I would take peeks at my brother. He sat there, legs apart with is penis pointing into the air. It never once got slack.

When the movie was over, I made my brother stand again with hands on head facing me. I took some more pictures over his objections, but there was nothing he could do about it.

I then got up close and personal and inspected the organ very closely. When I thought about it, it was a funny looking organ, but intricately designed. I looked at the veins in the shaft and the mushroom-cap-like head. I examined the ridges at the back of the head and as I touched them, my brother sighed and shivered.

“You like this? Does it tickle?”

“It feels funny.”

I pushed the organ up and inspected the underside. I was taking in details that I never knew before.

I grabbed hold of his balls and manipulated them in my hand. He grunted and tightened his muscles. “Careful!” he warned.

“Am I hurting you?”

“A little. It’s very sensitive there.”

“Oh, OK. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to feel what they are like. Let me know if I am hurting you.” No cat had more curiosity than me at this point.

A clear drop of liquid appeared at the pee hole. I looked at it with a question written on my face.

He volunteered, “It’s called pre-cum. It happens when I get excited.”

“Oh,” was all I said, not totally comprehending what I was seeing at the time.

I took some close-up pictures of my prize. I then released my brother and told him that he could get dressed.

As he was dressing, I ejected the movie and put it in its case.

“Give me that,” he said.

“I’m keeping it.”

“Walt’s gonna want it back.”

“Tell Walt, ‘Though luck.’ I have pictures of him too.”

As it turned out, Walt dropped out of the picture entirely. He avoided my brother completely. Forfeiting the movie was a small price to pay to be free of me.

“I’m keeping this as evidence,” I said. “I’m done with you for now, but I want to do this again whenever we get the chance.”

“But sis!”

“Oh, don’t worry. It will be just between you and me. I don’t want to ruin a good thing. I promise, I won’t tell anyone else unless you disobey me. I’m the only one who will see you this way. I won’t let anyone else know without your say-so.”

Chances to see my naked brother didn’t come very often. We needed a time when both parents were away and would be for several hours. Even then, my brother did a good job evading me in these situations.

However, I noticed the web address for the company that made the movie. I went on line and launched the site. They had all kinds of movies of this type. I looked at the topics and one of them that caught my attention was “Female Domination.” They had short, maybe less than a minute, teaser clips. I saw women doing all kinds of things to men and it made me tingle down in my crotch.

I got brave enough, and I ordered one. Thank goodness for pre-paid credit cards. I could order on line and there was no bill coming to the house for my parents to question. When the movie came, my mom asked what it was and I told her it was a music CD that I ordered. She bought it because that’s the way she gets her music. I download all my music.

Later that night, I got a chance to watch it on my computer. I enjoyed it a lot more than the other movie. For one thing, the women were in charge. This particular film was about a bunch of flight stewardesses who were “picked up” by a group of European football stars. They rented a suite in a hotel to party.

Only the girls turned the tables on the boys. The girls got stripped down only to their bras and panties, but they made the boys get completely naked and rode them like horses. Then the women strapped on dildos and made the men suck on them and then they stuck them into the men’s asses! I could feel my juices flowing. My panties were getting ruined and I didn’t care. I promised that the next time I watched the movie, I’d wear a pad.

The movie finished with the women making the men masturbate for them. Why didn’t I think of that with my brother? I vowed that I would rectify that omission.

I managed to coerce him a couple of weeks later. Mom was working overtime on the weekend and dad was visiting with my aunt who was ill and needed some help while she was recovering.

I laid down the law with my brother and told him that if he didn’t stay home with me and do what I said, that I would send the pictures to some of my friends and eventually they would find their way to some girls or boys who knew him.

I “softened” the blow by telling him that we could watch a dirty movie again. I didn’t tell him which one. He had no knowledge that I had my own.

I decided to make a party of it. We made popcorn and got chips and sodas and sat down to watch. This time he got undressed a little less reluctantly. His penis was only half-soft and I was interested to see how it would react during the movie.

As soon as it started, he knew something was up. “What is this?”

“It’s a dirty movie, only it’s one I enjoy watching.” I had already watched it a dozen times.

“Where did you get it?”

“I have my means and if you’re a good boy, I may even get some more.” I was not going to let him in on my secret.

As the movie progressed, it was quickly obvious that the females would have the upper hand. He sat in his seat immobile and probably in shock.

Nonetheless, his penis slowly awoke and started stretching. It was up for most of the movie. When I inspected this penis again after the movie, he had a drop of pre-cum. So it did excite him!

“I want you to do what the boys in the movie were doing. Was what they doing jerking off?”

He blushed and nodded.

“Well, then get doing it. I noticed that some of the men laid on the bed when they did it and others were kneeling in front of the women. What works best for you?”

“I normally do it sitting down in front of the computer, but kneeling will work. I sometimes do that into the toilet; it makes it easier to clean up.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. My brother just confessed that he masturbates.

“So like how often do you do it?” I asked.

“About once a day. Sometimes every other day if I’m busy or maybe twice a day if I am particularly horny.

Wow!

“I’d like to see that.” I giggled. “Oh wait, I’m going to see you do it right now. Find a spot where you are comfortable and do it.”

I was a bit confused as he set up the room for his act. He pulled back the rug exposing the tiled floor and then knelt on the folded-up rug. This suited me fine since I didn’t even have to move off of my comfortable spot on the couch.

He bowed his head, wrapped his fist around the shaft and pulled the skin over the head and then pulled it back. He repeated this stroking action over and over again about once a second. It looked just like what the boys were doing in the film, only this was a real boy in front of me doing it for me right now and not some actor doing it for the camera.

He continued pumping and apparently it was quite an effort since he started breathing heavily. I didn’t catch that on the film: the women were giggling and insulting the boys and the sound quality was poor.

I knew something was happening when his breathing became irregular and his body stiffened. Then he stopped breathing completely for a couple of strokes and let out a guttural grunt as the first shot of his ejaculate leapt from his penis.

It jumped a half dozen feet at least and left a sizable puddle on the floor where the rug was pulled back.

He stroked several pumps again and another shot followed the first.

For at least the next minute he pumped and pumped and squirt and squirt until each ejaculation was less than the one before it and eventually left him there with a few drops dribbling out.

I looked down at the splatters of semen stretched out before me like an archipelago.

“Wow,” I proclaimed, “you did better than the boys in the movie. You really shot it far and there is so much of it. How does it feel when you do that.”

He got off his knees and sat on the floor, still breathing heavily. “It feels really great. I think watching the movie helped and even having you watch me helped some.”

“So you liked the movie?” I asked with surprise. “You liked what those women were doing to the men?”

“Well, not really, but they are pretty women and they did get down to their bras and panties.”

“And the men being naked in front of them didn’t bother you?”

“It did, but somehow that made it more sexy. Still, I would have liked to see more girl flesh.”

“I’ll make you a deal. We can watch the other movie, but only if you do it again after it’s over. Can you do that?”

He nodded vigorously. We were beginning to work out a truce.

For the next year, I used my gift cards wisely and obtained a two more movies, both with female domination themes. I managed to get with my brother about once a month. It was perverse, but watching pornography with him was sort of a bonding experience.

I never really got tired of watching him masturbate for me, and the more movies I saw of men doing that impressed me on how good he was at doing it. The men in the movies might have been bigger, but they didn’t have the same class as my brother in how they played with their penises. Nor did they cum like him! I had to get some videos of that.

It occurred to me that for every ejaculation I saw my brother do, there were scores he did without me being around. So many wasted cums. He even admitted that the anticipation of one of our movie watching sessions would excite him so much that he usually masturbated the night before.

So I saved up and bought a chastity device. I made a point to check the mailbox for every one of the 6 to 10 days they said that delivery would take so I could intercept the package before my parents could see it and ask what it was.

I had seen pictures of these devices both on display and on a penis, but now I actually had one in my hands. It was pink and made of silicone rubber. I decided that it might be more comfortable for my brother than a metal or plastic one and probably easier to keep clean. I smiled as I held it in one hand and fingered the keys in my other hand.

It took all the coercion I could muster to get it onto my brother’s penis. I waited until he had cum for me and was in a naturally docile mood, but he still objected. I confronted him with every picture and video I had of him to get him to submit.

As I put it on him he asked, “How long do I have to wear this thing?”

“As long as I say you do,” I responded. “Oh, don’t worry. I know we can’t watch movies all the time, but we’ll still have time on the weekend when we can sneak off and you can do it for me.

You’re a big boy and you should be learning self-control. You’re lucky I help mom with the housework. She might notice the cum stains on your underwear or the caked-up tissues in your trash bin. You don’t seem to be able to keep your hands off your dick. I can help with that now.”

I didn’t intend to keep him locked up for long. First of all, he’s a teenaged boy and needs his release and secondly, I liked watching him cum for me. It was more a power thing than a punishment thing. He could cum, but it was at my convenience. It’s my special version of Girl Power.

On a practical level, it worked out that he came every weekend and almost always once or twice during the week. Given that he was “saving it up” for me, his cums were all the more spectacular. If I knew we were going to have a “Movie Saturday” I would keep him locked up all week and then he would put on a particularly spectacular show

Then came the summer. We’d be locked up in particularly close quarters in the cabin we always rented. I figured if we’d be locked up, he’d be locked up. So I even left my keys at home so I would not be tempted to release him even if the opportunity came up. It was an exercise in futility and self-restrain for both of us.

I was also developing a plan. I had hinted with my friends about the arrangement I had with my brother. Some disbelieved, others were in shock but Diane was intrigued. We discussed it a couple of times and I even showed her a picture.

We’re coming back just before a movie weekend. If I can hold out a day or two longer when we get back, it would be the perfect setup. I would invite her over. My brother would be so horny by this time, surely he could not object to her being there if it means his release.

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