A Taste of His Own Medicine

I guess I was about 9, and in 4th grade, when I noticed my brother changing.

He was 11, and just started middle school, but first his voice cracked. He shook his head, and cleared his throat, but that’s how it started.

Puberty, he started telling dirty jokes, and all he wanted to talk about is sex. Even when we weren’t talking about that, he slipped in a word or 2, changed the subject, and that’s how I knew he was horny.

He got boners, and went to beat off in the bathroom. Most times, sometimes I heard him fapping loudly in his room, but how many times can a boy do that a day? It seems like at least 3 times after school, but according to my friends, that’s normal?

“Boys will be boys,” they said, when they weren’t asking “Does he have a girlfriend?”

“No? You can’t date my brother, that would be too weird.” Well, if he’s horny all the time, somebody has to take care of it for him… As if he can’t handle it himself, but then when I got to middle school. I guess I could see the problem better.

After 2 years, it seems like every boy was horny all the time, telling dirty jokes, or changing the subject to sex. I just blushed, and tried not to imagine their boners, stiff in their pants, and whipping them out, to pump them, spraying their sick gunk all over the toilet seat, the sink, the bath tub, and dripping on the bathmats.

“Huh?” I moved my toe, and wiped it off on the little circle, with a hole cut out, to fit it around the toilet. I didn’t even gag, or feel like throwing up. I just pulled some toilet paper off to wipe, flushed, and went out to put some clothes on.

Mom, and dad were at church, but they didn’t make us go. It has to be a choice, if you don’t want to be there, then it’s just disruptive to the other kids, in Sunday school. I was having a hard enough time sitting still in class, getting to my locker, then the next class when you only have 5 minutes, and that’s not enough time to go to the bathroom.

He’s 14 now, and hairy. At least his legs look really hairy, sticking out of his underwear, when he’s sitting around before bed. He came out naked, and I turned over on the couch.

“What are you doing? Put some pants on.” I sat up, but it was right there. Swinging between his legs, like an elephant in the room, and I bit my lip.

“I’m hot,” he turned to go in the kitchen, and I leaned out to watch his buns. “Aren’t you hot?” Flex, and relax with each step. His ding dong swinging between his legs, and even his hairy balls from behind. “Where’s the fucking coffee?”

“In the cabinet over the coffee maker.”

“I know that, they didn’t make any coffee this morning, for breakfast?” He slept in, and me too. So, I got up, and grabbed the step stool.

“They probably took it all in the thermos.” I opened the cabinet, “See? The thermos is gone, too.” I shook my head, “Honestly, you should learn to use the coffee maker by now, it’s not complicated.”

He left the empty pot next to the maker, so I had to lean over, on my elbow to fill it up from the sink. “Uh!” Well I guess I could have climbed down, filled it up, then gotten back up to pour it in the little tank. “It just takes a cup, if you over fill it, they float up, and get out of the filter.” I dumped it, and tucked it in, so I could close the lid.

“Uh huh?” I covered the back of my panties when he looked up, but it wasn’t just hanging in the chair. It was practically bouncing, in time with his pulse, and each time it twitched, higher and higher between his legs until it was pointing straight up.

“Uh,” I climbed down, “Didn’t you beat off all ready this morning?” Come to think of it, I couldn’t hear him grunting in bed when I got up, and he didn’t come in the bathroom when I was peeing. Now wait, then what was that wet stuff I stepped in in front of the toilet?

He shook his head, “Why? It’s none of your business.” He finally gripped it, and pulled the skin up. Tight, so the pink head swelled up, and even got darker.

“Huh, it’s so big, and hard?” I touched it, so he let go, and it rubbed my palm, so I grabbed it, just to keep it from swinging around, but then I felt the skin slip, and a drop welled up on the tip so I licked my lips, and kept stroking, nodding, faster and faster, it was hard, and my arm got tired, but finally, he started getting close.

I could tell by the way his abs rippled, and he sucked in a ragged breath. “HhuhHHuh! Uh, oh. Ohhhhh, god. Yeah.” He relaxed, and even scooted out a little in his chair. The drops that hit his rippling tummy ran down to soak into his pubes, and I looked back.

The coffee pot stopped brewing, so I went back to get him a cup. I even dipped my sticky fingers in it, and it scalded them real bad, but I stirred them around in there anyway. “Huh, huh!” I shook them off. “You like it black, right?”

I just stood back, and watched him drink it, smiling, but holding in giggles.

“How do you like it?” A little taste of his own medicine.

He shrugged, “Not bad,” and finished his cup.

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