What Difference Does It Make?

I got him to his bedroom and told him to undress.

He theatrically collapsed onto the bed, lying flat on his back.

He giggled. "I can't. Will you help me?"

I smiled. "Of course I fucking won't."

"I'll sleep like this, then."

I shook my head. "You can't sleep in your suit. What if you throw up again on it?"

"I'm not gonna throw up. I told you."

"Well you'll crease it to hell. Your mother will be pissed off with you..."

He giggled again. "She asked you to look after me. So she won't be pissed off with me, will she?"

I sighed. "Okay then. But I'll definitely remind you about this. Probably in the groom's speech on my wedding day..."

He laughed. "Yeah... you're on..."

He pulled himself up from the bed a little as I took off his jacket. He had his eyes closed but was smiling.

I undid his tie and pulled it off and then loosened the top few buttons of his shirt. His smooth hairless chest was underneath.

Then I went down and undid his shoelaces, removing his shoes with some difficulty. His socks were hot and wet beneath them.

I said, "I'm not touching them... you'll have to sleep in your socks tonight..."

I went back up to face him.

"I think you can take your own trousers off," I suggested.

He chuckled. "Naah... I'm too pissed, mate. You'll have to do it..."

"You're not serious..."

He giggled again. "I am..."

I said, "If you lose your dick in a bizarre zipper accident, it's not my fault..."

He laughed but made no effort to take his own trousers off.

So I bent over him and undid the belt. As I did that, I felt something hard beneath the material of his trousers. I thought, "It can't be his cock..."

But it was.

After I'd unbuttoned and unzipped him, I went down to the foot end of his bed to pull his trousers off. As they came down his legs they revealed a pair of black briefs sporting the unmistakable tent of a captive erection.

Michael chuckled.

I said, "I guess you like being undressed..."

He smiled and looked up at me. "No more than you enjoyed undressing me, I bet..."

I guess I just shrugged at him, puzzled.

He went on, "I bet you're as stiff as I am..."

I laughed. "Funnily enough, undressing my girlfriend's brother doesn't do much for me..."

He smiled mischievously. "Show me then..."

I laughed again. "I'm not showing you my dick, mate..."

"Because you're hard...!"

"No! Because you're a guy and it would be weird..."

He chuckled at that. "It would be weird if you were hard... but since you say you're not, you've nothing to lose by showing me..."

I laughed again. "Nice try, Michael, but no way."

I walked towards the door.

Now he said, "If you get your dick out, I'll suck it."

I stopped. My amusement evaporated instantly.

"What?"

He smiled over at me, "I said, if you get your dick out, I'll suck it for you..."

I spoke slowly. "Come on, Michael. You know I'm not gonna do that..."

He poked his fingers in the sides of his briefs and yanked them down, exposing his six inch erection and those huge balls of his.

He said, "Okay, so why don't you suck mine?"

I closed the bedroom door quietly and walked back over to him.

I shrugged. "Because - even if I wanted to - it wouldn't be right..."

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

He shrugged. "Come on, don't worry, Seb. I remember nothing in the morning when I get like this..."

"You don't sound too pissed anymore..."

He grabbed his cock and pulled back his foreskin to expose its round pink head. It looked wet. "Come on, Seb. Suck it... I really want you to..."

"Come on, Michael. You're Kaz's brother..."

"What difference does it make?"

I chuckled humourlessly. "Well, you're a guy for a start..."

He nodded. "Yeah... and that makes it more interesting... I mean, d'you think I taste the same as she does...?"

I shook my head. "I'm not going to be able to imagine I'm with her, if that's what you mean... the big pair of nuts between your legs will make that kind of difficult..."

He laughed again. "I didn't mean that. I just meant it'd be interesting for you to see how different we are... what we're like... what we like to do..."

I shook my head.

He smiled. "Okay. Never mind. I'll just have a wank while you go downstairs and tell them you've tucked me in..."

He pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, then lay back and closed his eyes. His hand started up a moderate rhythm on his cock, sweeping his foreskin up and down his shaft and making a wet clicking sound.

Then he opened his legs and his other hand went between them. It looked like he was rubbing the ridge between his balls and his arsehole.

I'd been going to go downstairs - truly I was - but seeing him do that stopped me in my tracks. It was the same motion that Kaz often does while she's in a similar state of pleasure; she just sort of tickles that ridge with the tips of her fingers.

Now Michael was showing me his own version.

I walked to the foot of the bed so that I could get a better view of what he was doing.

Michael pretended he was oblivious to my presence, but opened his legs wider to let me see right down to his arsehole.

I saw that his way of stimulating himself was more elaborate than his sister's. He had developed it to better suit his male anatomy. His fingers caressed those large balls of his, sweeping along their midridge and tickling the base of his cock. Then they swept back between his thighs and played around his arsehole, teasing the puckered entrance gently and occasionally venturing the tip of a finger into it.

Kaz never did this; perhaps it's only males who find this an erogenous area.

By now I was captivated. My cock throbbed inside my briefs and I felt my breath becoming faster.

I had to go through with this; I'd be more likely to regret it if I didn't than if I did.

Perhaps Michael was being truthful when he claimed he wouldn't remember this in the morning. Perhaps not. By now it didn't matter: all that mattered was that I wanted to see what pleasured him; to find out how my girlfriend's younger brother compared to her.

I hurriedly took my jacket off and threw it onto the camp-bed. Then I undid the top button of my shirt and loosened my tie.

I said, "If you hear any noise outside - any of the stairs creaking - you get under the duvet and I'll pretend I'm folding your clothes, okay?"

He nodded and I walked over to him and knelt by his bed.

I could smell his genitals. The scent was stronger than Kaz's but bore some similarities; the male equivalent.

He repeated, "Suck me, Seb..." and I let him pull my head onto his cock.

He pumped it eagerly into my mouth, losing control like his sister sometimes did, and I felt his precum oozing onto my tongue from the engorged head.

I let him hold my head firmly and to fuck my mouth with rapid, insistent strokes. His balls thumped against my nose, the hairs tickling me with each thrust, and the thick heavy odour of his genital sweat filled my nostrils.

I let him continue sliding his cock in and out of me until he began panting in pleasure.

Fearing he might be about to climax, I pulled away and told him to kneel in front of me on the mattress.

"I'll kneel on the floor," I gasped, "You kneel in front of me. Take your briefs off."

He got up and did as I asked.

"Like this?"

I nodded. "But open your legs further..."

He knelt on the bed, legs wide open, naked except for his socks. His cock curved upwards from his large balls, looking wet and throbbing gently.

I leaned forwards and began sucking him again. He grabbed my head as he had before and started fucking my mouth.

Now his balls whacked against my chin and his pubic bush tickled my nose.

I reached between his legs and worked a finger into his arsehole. He gasped in appreciation and pushed his backside towards my hand.

His rhythm quickly changed: he began thrusting his arse onto my hand rather than his cock into my mouth. Like his sister. who prefered vaginal rather than clitoral stimulation, Michael seemed to prefer being penetrated than to having his cock sucked.

I pulled my mouth away from his cock, arching upright stiff and slick, and concentrated my efforts on his arse. I licked his balls while I finger-fucked him, tasting the sweat on them and feeling how large they felt inside his scrotum, and then I worked my mouth between his legs and long the hairy ridge.