I looked at Paul, laughed, and said “more laundry for the bat girl tomorrow, bro,” rolled off the bed, took his hand, and led him out of the room, its air think with the funky scent of our long incestuous evening. Thank god for that, eh?” With that he rose and headed to the bathroom and suddenly his bed felt cold without my brother’s body there, warming me. Sixteen years old. I rolled over and told him in a spousal way “not today, dear,” but instead of claiming a headache I continued “I’m sore…you stud”. My hands were on his back now, marveling for the umpteenth time at my brother’s musculature, tracing his back muscles as he began to trace my opening with the tip of his rigid cock, suspending himself above me with his other hand. Our Dad accompanied me down to the local DMV office, quickly doing the paperwork for my driver’s learner license. I knocked lightly on his open door, checked quickly over my shoulder before entering his bedroom, and then showed him my
