The Big Brother Tickle
I don’t really remember the first time I got that “tickle,” that urge down below that told me I was turned on. But I do remember the first time it was strong enough that I decided to do something about it. I was walking past my past my brother Ryan’s room and he was taking off his shirt. The sight of his chest and his firm abs, his back when he turned around, all that bare skin...the hint of his navy blue underwear, it made the tickle grow from a tickle to a throb.After that day I paid a lot of...