I was sure. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to taste his skin, to lick my way down from his o his toes. To my lips around his thick shaft and feel him shot down my throat. I tinued watg him, imagining the things I wao do with him. My dick was leaking everywhere and I reached my hand down to spread it around. I began squeezing my thick cock, jag it slowly as I stared at my brother. When I got too close to shoot, I rubbed and squeezed my balls, the heavy load begging to shoot. I pumped my shaft through my fist, and I couldn' t help let out a low moan as I shot all over my body. As I recovered I quickly wiped up the mess with my brief and fell into sleep.
After we had finished all the jobs, we went up to our bedroom and sat on our beds and talked for a while. It was hot upstairs and we were still both sweating. Ivan stripped off his shirt and used it to wipe off the sweat from his body. I stared at his body--he erfect. I was sitting on the edge of my bed fag him on his bed. I tried to steady my breathing, trying not to stare too hard. Ivan leaned ba his bed against the wall. His legs were spread wide. He wasn' t wearing any underwear (he liked it, saying that it made him more fortable) and I could see the tip of his thick cod his heavy balls through the opening of his shorts. I just sat there, my eyes stariween his legs, my ere clearly visible in my shorts.
"Hey Shane. Hey!" he shouted. "What are you looking at?" He knew I was staring. My face letely blushed.
"What are you looking at?" he repeated.
"I… I' m..." I didn' t know what to say.
The day when I woke up Ivan was already gone, and I noticed that the covers were off me and I letely naked with a raging hard-on. I wondered if he had seen me like this, or if he had even noticed me. After ing myself and I walked downstairs, doing the house jobs. He told me that mom and dad had go, leaving a message asked us to finish the house jobs. So, we were doing the jobs together.