Just a note. If there are future installments of the story it's most likely there will be at least some gay incest stuff. So you know you keep reading you know what you're getting.
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Max Fuller did not misplace things. At least that was what he liked to think. Since moving in with Jackson things of his had a tendency of moving. At least he preferred to think it was his brother's fault rather than his own. Though sometimes he allowed that a certain four-legged companion had a tendency of knocking things over. Currently searching around for his tablet he was positive that he left it on his nightstand to charge when he left for school. However, it was clearly not there now. Getting down on his knees he looked under his bed which was most obvious place it could have gone. Sure enough it was there.
"Cosmos, I love you but that tail of yours is like a mini natural disaster." Max said to himself even though the guilty party was downstairs napping after his vigorous play session.
Reaching under the bed Max realized when he was about half underneath it that it would've been easier to reach it from the other side. Still now that he was down here he wondered if he could still fit under his bed. Proceeding to give the random thought into action. She had enjoyed hiding under his bed when he was younger, it had felt safe. Now though he realized he was growing and not just in height. Either he has to go on a diet or growing up just didn't mean getting taller he thought to himself as his hips just squeezed under the bed. He stayed there for a second before starting to crawl out from the other side.
Just as he was doing that he heard his brother's footsteps walking into the room. From the way he was angled he couldn't see his brother. There was a few seconds of silence as brother seemed to come to a stop. "Max?"
Max tried to twist his head around to say something and while that did give him a view of his brothers ankles. When he opened his mouth he found he didn't have much room to breathe. He was just about to crawl out from under the bed when he heard the bedroom door close and then the sound of the lock. Why had Jackson done that? Closing the door Max understood, but why lock it? He remembered a couple of times had attempted to go into their room only to find the door locked. It irritated him having to knock on his own bedroom door to get in. What did Jackson do that he had to lock it?
Deciding to finally solve this minor mystery Max said nothing and simply waited. He watched as his brother walked back from the door only to stand at the foot of his bed. A second later the next was surprised to see his brother shorts down to his ankles followed by his boxers. Max tried to imagine the situation above his bed. Was his brother changing? Why? As several more seconds passed they didn't seem to be any further movement on Jackson's part. Max only became more curious. Yes Jackson could be lazy but stopping in the middle of changing? That was too lazy.
As the second stretch Max both became bored and curious. Whatever his brother was doing it didn't seem to be involving movement and emerging from under his bed would be a bit odd but whatever Jackson was doing was odd too. He starts to squeeze out from underneath his bed which was a lot harder than squeeze to get under it. He wasn't really quiet about it but Jackson said nothing to him as he slowly sat up and for the first time Max looked over in full view of what his brother was doing.
Jackson was laying on his bed his feet on the floor but the rest of his body was reclined and he was naked except for his shorts around his ankles. Max stared at Jackson just not sure what he was seeing. Jackson had removed his shirt and placed it above his head with one arm still resting in the shirt. His other arm was down lower around his privates. That was a weird site too. There was a thick bush and darker hair which he kind of understood but why Jackson was moving moving his hand up and down it? And was his penis always that big? There was no way it was supposed to look like that.
Max knew about puberty from a detached perspective. It was part of growing up. You got bigger and he knew you could become area but it was hard for him to pull his eyes away from his brother's bush. Stranger though as he looked on the site he started to feel different. There was a tingling in his private parts and then he felt himself growing. He looked down and could see that he was becoming hard which brought back vague memories. Yes he remembered his things getting hard but it had always been annoying.
On some level Max realized his thinking was a bit off. Like he had all the pieces to the puzzle but it was taking him a while to put them together. It didn't help that he wasn't able to take his eyes away from what his brother was doing. His pants were getting tight. He surreptitiously reached down and repositioned his now hard penis so it was pointing upwards and laying flat against his stomach.
Max hard his brother's breathing change, his breaths becoming shorter. Max continued to stare. Then Jackson let out a little sound his facial expression changing. At first Max wasn't sure what was happening but then he saw some fluid shoot from Jackson. It was quick and hard to see but because the white fluid stayed where it landed Max was able to catch on before the second loud came out.
Jackson?" Max spoke the words not sure why and immediately inviting them as his brother glanced over towards temp before and immediately jump into action. Again a lot happened in a brief amount of time. Jackson looked over at him his face showing the shocked expression before immediately trying to stand up. He still had one arm in insured and it went flying across the room this Jackson reached down to pull up his pants only to quickly look around for his shirt and put it on.
Max had to laugh and that single-action seem to break the spell he was under. Jackson gave him a pretty nasty letter. "What are you doing here?"
Max gave his brother a little smug smile. "What am I doing in our room? I was under my bed looking for my tablet. What were you doing in our room?" He emphasized the word our to show he wasn't feeling guilty.
"I thought I was alone." Jackson said angrily.
"That's why you did it not want." Max observed sitting on his bed and crossing his legs.
"None of your business."
Max shrugged. "All right, I'll ask mom to explain it. If she can explain your weird behavior."
"Don't do that. I was just doing something to make myself feel good. It's called masturbating and it's just something I do to make myself feel good for a bit. Most boys do it when they're older.
Predictably Max thought to himself Jackson caved immediately. The mom card was such a powerful one. "Can I do that?"
Jackson shrugged. "I don't know. I do it because I get hard." Max opened his mouth to say he needed to but something stopped him from speaking. Jackson seemed to take his extended silence as the end of the interrogation. "Just don't tell anyone okay?"
Max smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Max gave his brother one last look up and down and tried to hide his giggle. "You might want to change your shirt?"
Jackson looked down and saw several small little darker stains that were obviously not sweat. He said a word that if mom had heard it would have resulted in a lecture. Max found that funny too. His brother quickly changed and beat a hasty retreat leaving Max alone in his room.
Once alone Max starts to think about everything he had heard and seen. The thing was the more he tried to remember what his brother looks like the more his body seemed to feel strange. There was a tingling in the thrill that was both exciting and a little bit scary. After several more minutes had passed he stood up and much like his brother closed and locked their bedroom door. He stripped and looked down at his body. His penis was certainly a lot better and although he could remember it feeling like this before he didn't remember ever really looking at it like he looked at it now. He stared at it for several seconds before laying down on his bed and copying his brother. It shoul did make him feel good. Good.