During the days following the experience with my brother, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I kept replaying it over and over, and I have to admit that it excited me a lot to remember it. That's when I started masturbating, something I had never done before. I always did it thinking about the same thing: my brother's body against mine in bed, his hand tightly gripping my mouth, his breath on my neck, his cock in my ass, pumping until he came, ufff, I knew it had hurt me but I didn't care, I jerked off thinking about it several times a day and hoping it would happen again... but nothing.

I was so horny that I started making a habit of taking my brother's used underwear from the laundry basket. Every morning after he showered, I would go to the basket, take the underwear he had just taken off, and put on the one from the day before. That way, I enjoyed a whole day with them, smelling them, licking them, and wearing them. Oh, how much I loved that, I walked around all day horny with the underwear on. I don't think I've ever jerked off as much as I did back then, smelling his briefs, remembering that night, and wishing it would happen again...

That's where I was, however, my brother's behavior in the following days was as if nothing had ever happened, just as distant as always. We had never had a close relationship, my brother just tolerated me, nothing more. I started to think that it would never happen again. Maybe he had a few drinks, his girlfriend didn't want to do anything, and it all just came together, but what had happened was not normal, surely it would never happen again... or maybe it would?