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It pissed Saburo off enough that he was kicked out of his room for who knows how long while the flooring in there was being repaired, and to make matters worse, he was stuck in a room with his simple-minded sibling. Saburo had begged to stay in Ichi-nii’s room, but Ichiro insisted Saburo stay with Jiro. Saburo begrudgingly agreed, but his patience was already running thin on day one. They had laid out their bedding side by side and the sound of Jiro’s nose whistling in the darkness had him feeling violent. The two of them laid there quietly and Saburo laid with his eyes closed hoping that sleepiness would eventually take over.
Suddenly, Saburo heard Jiro shifting under his sheets. There was the sound of elastic being stretched and slid down-
“ Are you serious right now?! ” Saburo hissed quietly.
“Shit, you’re awake?!” Another sudden shift under the blankets, presumably the sound of Jiro yanking his underwear back up. “Damn, I thought you’d’ve fallen asleep by now… “
“You were gonna jerk off next to me while I slept? You’re more disgusting than I thought. Pervert .” Saburo spat out the last word as he rolled over to face the wall opposite of Jiro.
“Wh- huh??” Jiro sat up from his bed and glared at the back of Saburo’s head. “You being in here has NOTHIN to do with it! I just needed to blow off some steam before sleeping, is all. You’re in my room, and I do this every night! Not everything’s about you.”
“Oh, just great, now I have to go the rest of my life knowing my idiot brother’s masturbation habits. I didn’t ask and I really did not need that information, by the way.”
“F-fuck you..” Jiro stammered.
The typical “I have no better insult to say in response” reply from Jiro meant that Saburo won this round. He smugly smiled to himself as he closed his eyes again, attempting to drift off to sleep. However, the unfamiliar surroundings of Jiro’s room and the absence of his computer tower humming in the background made it harder to sleep than usual.
Not even 15 or so minutes later, the sound of rustling under the sheets made Saburo blink his eyes open.
“Really??”
“Ugh, come on. ” Jiro whined. “I can’t sleep until I do this, so just, I dunno, plug your ears or something. I don’t care. I gotta be somewhere in the morning so I need to get to sleep soon.”
Saburo could hardly believe what he was hearing. So he was just supposed to sit there not even three feet away from Jiro while Jiro rubbed one out? But what choice did he have? His room wasn’t an option, and it would’ve been extremely disrespectful to go into Ichi-nii’s room at this hour. He bit his lip, accepted his fate, and pulled the pillow over his ears.
The thin pillow did nothing to mute Jiro’s soft panting that filled the room as he stroked himself and found a steady pace.
Sad how the only time Jiro can keep a consistent rhythm was when it came to pleasuring himself, Saburo thought.
Despite his initial objection, Saburo never felt the wave of disgust he had been anticipating. Instead, he began to feel another unexpected emotion bubbling up in his chest.
It was curiosity.
He wanted to look over at Jiro and see the way he was covering his mouth to stifle any moans that slipped out while his other hand pumped his cock and-
Wait.
What?
Why did he want to see that ? Why did he want to watch his older brother in, what should be, one of his most private moments?
As these questions began to flood his mind, a particularly loud groan from Jiro snapped him back to reality. He could feel his face getting hot. Was Jiro doing this on purpose to fuck with him? Surely he realized how indiscreet he was being at this point, right? Or maybe he just didn’t care?
While Jiro continued to work his way to climax, each noise he made went straight to Saburo’s dick. He couldn’t help it; the shameless way Jiro grunted and groaned not even an arm’s length away from Saburo made him feel a twisted feeling in his gut that made his cock throb until Saburo, too, was shifting uncomfortably beneath his sheets.
Before he knew it, Jiro came with a pitiful cry and silence filled the room again. Over the pounding of his heart in his ears, he could hear Jiro leave the room, wash his hands, re-enter the room, and tuck himself back into his sheets. Shortly after that, Saburo heard a low snore emitting from Jiro.
The light snoring was confirmation enough that Jiro was asleep and Saburo’s hand quickly shot down between his legs. He touched his neglected length which had been aching for release.
This is all Jiro’s fault for making me stoop so low , Saburo thought to himself. His fault for making all those stupid noises, his fault for being so close to me, his fault for…
Saburo couldn’t complete his last thought in time before he came messily into his own hand.
Disgusting .
The next evening the two of them got ready for bed and headed into Jiro’s room. Jiro was wearing just his boxers, and Saburo was wearing a shirt along with his underwear. The both of them laid in silence for a while before Jiro slowly sat up and leaned slightly over to Saburo.
“Saburo?” Jiro whispered. “You awake?”
Saburo, who was lying on his side facing Jiro, stayed completely still and did not respond. He very much was awake, but he didn’t want Jiro to know that.
“ Yess !” Jiro quietly celebrated under his breath before Saburo heard him throw his blanket to the side. Saburo began to peek through partially closed eyes, attempting to remain inconspicuous, but his eyes widened involuntarily when Jiro’s already hard cock sprung out from his boxers while he shimmied the underwear down to his mid-thigh. He didn’t get to look for long as Jiro spared no moment to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock and slowly stroke upwards, which was accompanied by a quiet sigh of pleasure.
When they were kids, they had often taken showers together, so it wasn’t like this was the first time Saburo had seen Jiro’s dick. But that was years ago, and the context of the situation now was completely different. It was undeniable that Jiro had grown substantially since the last time Saburo had seen the lower half of him, not to mention the fact that he had not seen Jiro erect before, either.
As he watched Jiro, Saburo reached down and palmed his own growing erection through his underwear before grabbing it in his hand. He tried to keep a similar pace as Jiro while remaining discreet. His dick was nowhere near as long and thick as Jiro’s was and the thought alone embarrassed him but he pushed the feeling aside. Although it was difficult to properly touch himself under the blankets through his underwear, he found himself crumbling under his own touch.
“Ah-h..!”
Saburo slapped his hands to his mouth, but it was already too late. The moan he had let out was too obvious and too distinct to ignore. The reaction from Jiro was almost immediate. Jiro let go of his dick and whipped his head to look in Saburo’s direction. Saburo squeezed his eyes shut and tried to still his breathing, still his body, still his heart that was threatening to leap out of his throat.
“S-saburo–?” Jiro shakily called out. Saburo could hear Jiro pull his underwear up. “Saburo, are you-”
Saburo, overwhelmed and panicked, rolled out of his bed and scrambled backwards a few feet away from Jiro whose jaw dropped in stunned silence. Even in the darkness, the outline of Saburo’s dick was clearly visible. He tugged his shirt down to cover himself, but it was an embarrassingly weak attempt at hiding what had just transpired moments before. Saburo’s raspy breaths shook his entire body while the two brothers locked eyes for what felt like an eternity.
“Ohhh, wow. Wow. I see how it is. Pretending to be asleep so you can watch silently while your big bro gets off. Who’s the perv now, eh??” A grin spread across Jiro’s face as he sneered at Saburo. Saburo gritted his teeth. “Who would’ve thought my dear, sweet baby bro was a peeping tom all along?”
Saburo’s face grew hotter and hotter as his brother taunted him. He had no defense here; he had been caught, plain and simple. There was no talking himself out of this one, no clever quippy comeback to take the edge off the situation he had put himself in.
As if he were a feral kitten backed into a corner, Saburo lunged at Jiro.
The two of them wrestled on the ground for a few moments. Saburo wildly thrashed around in retaliation, unable to handle the shame and embarrassment that wracked his body.
It was no surprise to either of them when Jiro quickly claimed victory in this physical altercation between the two of them. Saburo found himself on his back underneath Jiro who had straddled Saburo’s waist and pinned him to the ground with his weight. Jiro grabbed Saburo’s arms which were still waving wildly and held them firmly.
“Whoa, whoa, jesus. Calm down, would ya?”
Saburo clenched his jaw and tearfully averted his gaze from Jiro who looked down at Saburo. He had been caught, and he was ashamed. Jiro would never let him live this down. He let the tension leave his body and he let his arms flop to his sides in defeat. God, this was pathetic. Saburo waited for Jiro to make some kind of dumbass comment.
It never came.
“You wanted to watch me, huh??” Jiro paused. “Go ahead, then. Watch.”
“H-huh..?”
Jiro, still straddling on top of Saburo, pulled out his half hard dick from the slit in his boxers. He grabbed himself with one hand and began to work his cock back to where he was before. Saburo, too stunned to speak, stared unblinking at Jiro’s hand as it went up and down the length of his shaft only a foot or two away from Saburo’s face.
Jiro’s ass pressed against Saburo’s groin. He hated to admit it but the warm contact between the two of them was enough to get Saburo hard again. He instinctively pressed his hips up to get more pressure. Jiro didn’t seem to mind.
Saburo watched in awe as he watched Jiro from start to finish. He had heard it all the night before, but being able to see it so close had his head spinning. He watched how Jiro’s body trembled when he was getting close to finishing. He watched how Jiro’s hand jerked messily as he came, the way Jiro curled his head forward and moaned through the duration of his climax. He watched the ropes of cum spill across his shirt. He was too entranced to be mad about his shirt getting soiled. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
Jiro sat atop Saburo for another few moments to catch his breath. He used his clean hand to push his hair out of his face. Jiro’s tired eyes met Saburo’s and Jiro shot him a cheeky smile.
“Ah, hmm. Sorry about your shirt...if you want another one for tonight you can borrow one of mine. Let’s take it off for now.”
Jiro wiped his dirty hand on the shirt and then helped pull it up and over Saburo’s head. Jiro folded the messy side on itself before setting it aside.
“You got to watch me sooooo…. I get to watch you now, right?”
Jiro rolled off of Saburo and flopped his back down onto one of the beds on the floor.
“W-what? No way…” The question had caught Saburo off guard. He had not been expecting this turn of events. Only a few moments ago he had been basically grinding against his older brother’s ass and yet the concept of him exposing himself to Jiro more than he already had made him feel…embarrassed.
“C’mon, it's only fair. And you think I didn’t notice your dick pressed against my ass the entire time? You must really like watching me. You’re not gonna be able to go to bed bricked up like that.”
Jiro pulled Saburo toward him with his wrist and Saburo reluctantly crawled on top of Jiro. He centered himself and then nervously pulled his dick out from the front of his boxers.
Jiro watched Saburo’s movements with an amused look. Was Jiro laughing at how much smaller he was in comparison? Saburo was becoming increasingly self-conscious. Watching was one thing, being watched was something else completely different. Ugh, this is why he didn’t want to do this. He covered his face in humiliation.
A sudden touch to his dick made him gasp in surprise. Jiro had curled his fingers around Saburo’s cock and gave it a gentle tug. That simple action alone was enough to have him seeing stars. Saburo had never let anyone else touch him before and it was so different and new and the sensation made him let out an involuntary moan. Saburo let his hands drop from his face and he looked at Jiro bewildered.
“What, you don’t want me to?” Jiro uncurled his fingers.
The whine that escaped Saburo’s lips when Jiro let go said more than words could.
“J-Jiro..please…”
“Please what?” Jiro was definitely playing with him now. It was written all over his face. Jiro had Saburo quite literally in the palm of his hand.
“You’re really going to make me say it…?” Saburo groaned. Being at the mercy of Jiro was one of the last places he wanted to be, but here he was being forced to beg for a simple touch.
“I’m too stupid to read between the lines, y’know? You’ll have to tell me what you want, otherwise I got nooo clue.”
“Go back to…to using your hand…”
That seemed to be enough for Jiro. Jiro reached back down and took Saburo’s shaft back into his palm. He stroked it slowly at first but slowly picked up the pace. Whatever Jiro was doing was shaking him to his very core. It didn’t take long for Jiro to bring Saburo to the edge.
“Jiro– I’m–nngh-!!”
Saburo’s attempt to remain relatively quiet completely broke down as he came into Jiro’s hand. He cried out while rocking his hips into Jiro’s grip. His entire body shook as waves of pleasure washed over him. Saburo felt as though his soul was escaping out of his body at the hands of his brother. When he was done, he felt so, so very tired.
Jiro squeezed the final drops of cum out of Saburo’s dick and wiped the mess from his hands onto the discarded shirt. The few drops that had landed on Jiro’s torso were also cleaned up with the shirt as well. He then carefully tucked Saburo’s spent member back into Saburo’s underwear before gently guiding Saburo back onto his bed. Jiro got up, grabbed the shirt, and turned to exit the room.
“I’m going to go clean up. My extra shirts are in the drawer over there.”
Despite the overwhelming exhaustion that had washed over him, Saburo managed to crawl to the drawer, grab a plain, black shirt from the top, and throw it over his head. It was a size or two too big, but it was cozy. Even though it was clean and unworn, it still carried the faint scent of Jiro. Saburo laid back down in his bed.
Saburo drifted off to sleep with the smell of the shirt lingering in his nose, and that night he got the best sleep he had had in a very long time.