Jelqing with my Brother in front of our Mother

‘BRO,’ my brother started. ‘Everyone is talking about how big is your cock,’ he finally said what had been bothering him for days.

‘Are they now?’ I played dumb.

‘Come on, don’t be like that,’ he whined.

‘Like what?’

‘I mean, we are brothers, we share genes, how come you have a huge cock, and I don’t?’

I could have teased him, I could have been an obnoxious asshole, but instead, I told him the truth: ‘I do cock exercises.’

He looked at me like I was a crazy person.

‘You fucking what?’

Being in college, having a huge dong was more important than pretty much anything else. I couldn’t let my brother suffer and also ruin the family name. I could have ruled alone and been known as the brother with the big dick, but I saw more value in sharing the glory with my slightly younger sibling.

We were only a year apart, but when it came to dick growing, I was a veteran.

‘It is called jelquing, and it is exactly as I told you. I’ve been doing it since I was a teenager, and the efforts have paid off. But you have to know something, I’ve been doing that for a long time, and it takes a lot of effort. It is not something you can start doing now and expect results tomorrow.’

‘Come on, you know me, I am not like that!’

To his credit, he wasn’t. The boy was smart and capable. He was dedicated to the things that mattered to him.

‘Ok, I will send you the basics tutorials to get you started.’

‘Oh, bro, you already know the stuff. I know I am coming late to the party, but can’t you just guide me?’

‘Dude, this means to be bare assed together,’ I raised my brow.

‘Fuck,’ he chewed on his lip. ‘I know, fuck,’ he shook his head.

There are several kinds of brothers. There are those who are inseparable and have shared everything. Including cum socks. So being naked around one another was not a big thing.

My brother and I were not one of those. We were fiercely protective of our personal space, and we had a good thing going. Nobody was overstepping, and our shared living was quite frictionless.

We locked the bathroom door and didn’t barge into our bedrooms uninvited. We didn’t walk around in our boxers or undressed in front of one another.

But, as I said, having a huge dick was a big deal when you were only twenty-two. And when someone in your family was now known to possess such a monster, you’d overcome all sorts of nonsense to get that power.

My fame also rose out of nowhere. I didn’t prance around in the nude, pushing cups from the table with my mega dick. But I’ve worked on my penis diligently for almost a decade, and the anaconda in my pants was almost impossible to hide, unless I wore something very baggy.

So, when Spring Break came knocking, and everyone just materialized on the beach, things just happened. My swim trunks were not tight or anything, and yet, the shape of my member was quite prominent. People, more like haters, thought I was putting something there, but they were all silenced when Christy and I fucked.

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