Reply: Shared a room with my brother

Some thoughts about growing up poor. My older brother and I lived with our mother in a small house on the edge of town. My mother had the bedroom and my brother and I slept on a metal bunkbed, I slept on top. My brother jerked off almost every night. The bed moved back and forth until he finished. His underpants and sheets were always stained. He loved his penis, he kept his hand in his pants, once he got hard he stroked himself on the couch. I saw his penis shoot off many times, the stained carpet just got more stains.

I was eleven when I discovered my pleasure bean. I was no better than my brother, we sat on the couch and had competitions to see who could climax first. Of course the only thing that got stained were my underwear. I grabbed his hard penis and he fingered me but we never actually had sex.