I had been dating Jennifer for two years. Her little stepbrother, Tim, was always a pain in the soft place.

Any time I tried to make out with Jennifer, he always seemed to pop in.

It was like he was trying to "catch" us fooling around, which we usually were.

I was hoping that when he turned 16 and had his driver's license that he would go out on dates and leave us alone.

Jennifer's parents were gone a lot, so we had their house to ourselves quite a bit. But Tim was always there.

One day, we went into her room and locked the door. Tim was playing video games on the TV. With her parents gone and the door locked, we were feeling especially brave.

She had taken her shirt and bra off and was letting me munch on her tits. She had unsnapped and unzipped my pants, and my thingy was stretching the white fabric of my whitey tighties. She had her hand on it, getting ready to take it out when the door flew open. Tim had used the ink cartridge out of a pen to pop the push lock on the door. I took off running after him.

I grabbed him and pushed him to the floor.

"Don't hurt him, " Jennifer said as she came up behind us.

Tim was giggling on his back on the floor, and I was sitting on top of him.

It occurred to me that the hard thing I felt under my soft place was his thingy. It also occurred to me that when I went after him, I didn't fasten my pants.

My jeans had slipped down off my soft place, making my thingy fairly visible through my underwear.

I had lost my erection, but it was still about half hard. Tim threatened to tell on us. He said all he wanted was to watch. Jennifer pulled her shirt back off. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked, sarcastically. "It's not like you've never seen them before.

" Tim stopped giggling. "I just don't want to be locked out, " he said earnestly. "I know what you're doing in there. I don't want to stand and stare, but I don't want to be locked out." He continued, "I'll just play my video game.

Just don't try to hide it, and I won't tell." I stood up and my jeans dropped another notch. Jennifer giggled.

"I like them like that, " she said. Seeing her naked tits made my thingy stiffen.

"Just take them off, " Tim suggested.

Jennifer came over to me and pulled me over to the couch. She shoved my jeans down, and I kicked off my tennis shoes and then took off my jeans. We sat on the couch as Tim turned away and started playing his video game. It was just too weird for me. But Jennifer pushed me back and kissed me. She took my hand and placed it on one of her tits. The she took her hand and massaged my thingy through my underwear.

Tim was still looking at the TV screen, but I could tell that he was rubbing his own thingy through his jeans. Jennifer pulled my T-shirt off me and dropped it to the floor.

Then, she slid my briefs off. She tossed them so they hit Tim in the leg. He looked over at us, and I felt foolish with my hard on in full view of him. It was the first time Jennifer had seen my thingy naked. She grasped it and pushed the foreskin down off the head. Tim stood and practically ran down the hall to the bathroom. Jennifer looked at me and giggled. We both knew he was jerking off in there. As the bathroom door closed, she lowered herself to the floor and knelt by the couch. I closed my eyes as her mouth went down over my length.

She was still sucking me when Tim returned from the bathroom. He had undressed and was wearing only a pair of blue briefs.

Jennifer didn't look up. She just kept sucking me. I could see Tim's thingy getting hard again in his underwear.

I closed my eyes and came.

From then on, when I would come over, we would go to Jennifer's room, but we always left the door open. Tim left us alone for the most part, but he would always find a reason to walk by and peak his head in. Jennifer and I started having intercourse, and she would make a lot of noise. That always seemed to draw Tim in.

This went on for about a year. I was 19 now and I came over as usual, but Jennifer wasn't there. Tim, who was now 17, explained that her biological father was in the hospital, and her parents mom and stepdad had taken her to see him in St. Louis. Tim said he was just getting ready to go for a swim and asked if I'd like to take a dip. I said I hadn't brought a swimsuit. "That's OK, " he said. "There's a fence around the pool.

" What the hell, I thought.

He's seen me before. It dawned on me that I had never seen him. I'd seen his hard on through his underwear, but I had never seen him naked.

That was about to change.

I followed him out to the deck, and he began stripping.

I followed suit.

I couldn't help but notice how good he looked. He was well toned with a swimmer's body. Smooth and graceful, unlike my hairy, somewhat stout body. He dove into the water with a splash. I stuck a toe in to test the water. He splashed at me. "Oh come on, you big sissy, " he said. "Oh yeah?" I replied.

I stepped back for a running start and jumped in cannon ball style. We were soon splashing and wrestling.

I could feel his thingy up against my leg. "Shh, shh, shh, " I said, and I stopped moving.

He stopped, too, and whispered, "What?" I said, "That is a playing hard on against my leg, you playing faggot.

" I laughed and splashed at him. My own thingy was just as hard. He said. "My thingy's always hard, so what?" He climbed out of the pool, water teasing seductively from his soft place.

"Want to shoot hoops?" he asked as he made his way over to the miniature basketball that was up against the fence.

When he turned back toward me, I noticed -- he didn't have any pubic hair. He obviously shaved everything. His thingy was still hard, stretching up at a 45 degree angle, cut with tight skin as if the head was straining to get farther away. It was thin, and about 6.5 inches long. I couldn't explain why, but I my own thingy stirred and my mouth watered. "Take a picture, it lasts longer, " he said.

I blushed. "I just ...

" I said, not able to think of a response. "I know it's not as big as yours, " he said. "But I like it." "It's. ...

It's good, " I said. With his left hand, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around his length and stroked it a few times. "Umm, " he said. "Feels good, too.

" "I wouldn't know, " I said. He sat on the edge of the pool, and his thingy now stood straight up. "Are we going to play basketball?" I asked as he continued to hold the ball.

"I wanted to make sure you got to see as much as you wanted to see before I got back in the pool, " he said, looking down at his own thingy.

"Why would I want to look at that?" I asked, "when I've got this to look at?" I pulled myself up on the edge of the pool next to him. My fat thingy stuck out nearly 8 inches. I was starting to lose my inhibitions.

Besides, he had seen it before.

"I guess I'm not the only playing faggot, " he said.

I laughed and grasped my thingy with my right hand.

I pumped the foreskin off the head and back on a few times. "I want to get off, " he said. "So get off, " I replied. "You know how to do it.

" "I'm tired of doing it myself, " he said.

"Besides, you came here to get off didn't you?" referring to his sister. I laid back against the concrete, my hands behind my head. "I guess I did, " I said.

I felt Tim's hand on my thingy, and I looked up.

I didn't say anything, and I made no move to stop him. I was curious as to what he'd do. Seeing that I was cooperative so far, Tim pumped on my length. "So this is how it feels to be Jennifer, " he said. He continued pumping me. "No, " I said.

"If you were Jennifer, she'd have it in her mouth by now." Tim slipped into the water and stood between my legs.

Holding the foreskin down with his hand, he slid his mouth over my lengthhead. I watched as he tried to take in as much as he could. He toyed at the shaft and rubbed my length against his face. "I'm sorry, " he said. "For what?" I asked.

He looked sad.

I slid back into the water next to him and put my arms on his shoulders. I leaned toward him till our foreheads touched. "I'm not sorry, " I said.

I took a hand down and plunged it into the water. I found his hard length and slid my hand over it.

As I did, our mouths came together. We probed each other's mouth with our tongues, then I lowered my head to take in one of his light brown nipples. I bit at it lightly and it stiffened under the attention. I continued to stroke his length. Soon, he placed a hand on my arm and stopped me. "I don't want to cum in the pool, " he said. He climbed back up on the deck and spread his legs. I took his thingy in my hand again and examined it. I had never seen another guy's hard length up close. I toyed the shaft like he had done for me, and I played with his low-hanging balls. I sqeezed his thingy, and a glob of precum oozed out.

I tasted it with end of my tongue, and it was good. I started sucking him vigorously now. Like his sister, he made a lot noise. "Oh, oh, ah, um, oh, " he practically shouted.

All of a sudden, he raised up and grasped his length from my mouth just as he started squirting cum up onto his chest. He lifted and bent his legs and squeezed them up against his chest as he willed the last bit of cum from his thingy. As he did, his pink sensitive place came into view. An idea came to me.

I scooped up a bit of cum with my finger and pressed it against his sensitive place. "Ohh, " he let out. My finger easily pushed into his soft place. Using more of his own cum, I lubricated his sensitive place until I could get three fingers inside.

"Stop, " he said, and I pulled my fingers out. He slid back into the water and turned his soft place toward me. I moved forward and placed my thingy up against him. He braced himself against the pool wall as I forced my length into his soft place. It was slow going, but after several minutes, I was pumping my length in and out. "Now, " I whispered into his ear as my length shot its first wad up his soft place. His body shook.

I delivered several more shots of cum as he continued to play me. Well, there's more to this story. But that'll have to wait for another day.