When I was around the age of fifteen, I got very into the entire 'sex' thing. Watching porn, masturbating, dirty thoughts--Just about like most boys that age. Haha. I was a bisexual kid, meaning that I found both genders attractive. I lived with my mother, my aunt, and my brother. My father divorced my mother at an early age, and my aunt was a disabled woman who needed someone to care for her. My brother, Weston, was seventeen and always playing sports or getting new girlfriends. He never could just have a serious relationship. It was like a new girlfriend every week. Which my mom use to always joke about, mainly at the dinner table. Needless to say, I was pretty much always jealous of him. Most people weren't interested in me, and I sucked at all sports. I was the dork in art class. Anyone in their right mind would say that Weston was a handsome guy. He had those deep blue eyes, and curly brown hair--chicks 'digged' him. He was rather tall, and skinny--and had muscles. One of the popular guys at school, who barely got by at school. He did only enough to pass, where I studied my ass off. One night I was in my room masturbating to some porn site. Apparently I had forgotten to lock my door, because in came Weston. He just looked at me, and said, "Seriously?" Haha, I sat there embarrassed as hell. He scoffed, and took a seat in my desk chair. I got ready to pull my pants back on, when I was shocked by him simply telling me to stop. I looked at me, and asked him, "What?" He smirked and said, "Might as well finish what you start." I was a little confused, turned on also. I went back to masturbating. He watched me for a little while, and then walked over to me. He sat on the bed, and began kissing my chest. Soon he was sucking and biting my nipples. And that lead to him kissing me. Which shocked me at first, making my eyes grow a little wide. But I kissed back. He sat on my lap, and starting sucking on my neck. After a while of grinding and kissing on one another, he smiled and started sucking my dick. I remember myself biting my lip, and him taking me out of his mouth telling me, "Stop, I want to hear you moan." That led on to him and me doing something that I know I probably should regret, but damn, I don't. Now I'm twenty one years old, and my brother lives only about six miles away. And we still have those nights, even if we are both happily married.