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.
"I… I' m..." I didn' t know what to say.
"What are you looking at?" he repeated.
"Hey Shane. Hey!" he shouted. "What are you looking at?" He knew I was staring. My face letely blushed.
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.
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.