It happened while I was on vacation with my family in Canada. My mom's brother, my Uncle Steve, moved there to work. His kids, my cousins, were fifteen and seventeen, and I was thirteen. Caleb was the older one, and Declan was the younger. I hadn't seen them since I was about ten, when they had moved. We had gotten along, but hadn't seen each other since.
Just before they had moved, something weird had happened. Caleb was thirteen then, almost fourteen, Declan was twelve, and I was ten. Caleb liked tickling and wrestling. A lot. I was ten, so it was fun. At first. But then, it got weird.
One night, just before they were going to move, and we all knew about it, the three of us were wrestling around like normal in my room, ready for bed, when Caleb put his hand on my wiener. At first, it was just weird, and tickled a lot, and it was no big deal. But he kept his hand down there, and kept playing around with my wiener.
It tickled, felt weird, and I wanted to tell him to stop it, but I didn't. I laughed and said, "Oh, my God! Fag!"
Then Declan was telling me to be quiet. Things felt weird. I got scared. Then Caleb was taking my pajamas down.
I started to sit up and try to get away, but Declan held me down, saying it was fun, that I'd like it, to let Caleb show me how much fun it was.
Then I felt something really strange on my dick. It was wet and warm. I tried to sit up to see what he was doing to it, but Declan kept me on my back. It tickled and tingled weirdly, and felt kind of nice, but it was so scary. It just felt like we were doing something wrong.
But I ended up lying there, and letting Caleb do whatever he was doing. It was scary, but felt really great. Then Caleb moved and held me down while Declan did it to me. And Caleb tried to kiss me. I wouldn't let him, and said I wanted them to stop or I'd scream for my dad.
Caleb pulled my pajamas up and they let go of me. I sat up against the foot of the bed and almost wanted to cry. I didn't know what to do or say, or how to feel.
It had felt good, but wrong. Scary.
They said it was just good fun, and nothing to be so scared about. They even did it to each other right there on the floor in front of me. They pushed their pajama bottoms down and laid down next to each other on their sides, faced each other, and put their dicks in each other's mouths.
I could tell they really liked doing it. No doubt. But it was so weird! Gross! Sick-o!
My wiener was all hard and tingly. I kept touching it. It felt neat to touch it.
Then Caleb told his brother, "Jerk it off," then Declan used his hand on his brother's dick until it shot semen out.
I could tell Caleb loved it, and Declan thought it was fun, too. But it was too weird!
They stayed over at my place another couple of nights, then moved. They did the same thing every night. I watched. It made my dick tingle, and I felt weird in my stomach. It was so... scary. Weird. Bizarre.
They moved. Not long after, just a couple of days, I tried it. I did what I saw Declan doing to his own dick. Caleb had a really big one, and used his whole fist on it, but Declan's was about the same size as mine, just a little bigger, and had used a couple of fingers and his thumb on it. I did that, just a finger and my thumb. It felt great. I never stopped.
Now I was thirteen, and getting the first hairs down there, and my dick and balls were starting to grow. Now, when I played with it for a while, it leaked a clear, sticky, slippery fluid. And when I played with it for a little while more, it tingled and tickled so much I had to stop; it felt like I was going to piss everywhere!
And now, I was heading up to see them for the first time since they had moved.
On the long, three-day drive, I kept wondering if Declan and Caleb still did that together. I knew it was faggy, and them being brothers, it was even more weird. But I kept finding myself hoping that they still did, and that they would want to show me more. Or at least do the same thing again. I hoped they wanted to do that to me again, and this time, I wanted to.
I still thought about how great it had felt, what they had done to me. I suspected that they had sucked on it, but I wasn't sure. I knew they had each other. I'd watched. And I'd seen Caleb's cum. I wondered again and again if he made more now, and if Declan made any now. I also wondered why I didn't. I thought by now I should be. I was well past my thirteenth birthday, and had a few hairs there now, and it was longer and thicker. And my balls were bigger, and even had a few hairs on the sack.
It was a long drive from Kentucky to where they lived now in Canada, so we stayed at hotels. I slept on a cot in the room with my parents on the bed. I'd do it really slow and quiet. It was great. All sneaky and such.
So, the end of the fourth day of driving, we get to their house, just outside Thunder Bay, Ontario. It was a big house in the country, made of logs. It was really nice.
They all came outside as we pulled up the long drive. Uncle Steve and Aunt Shelly looked the same, but Caleb and Declan were so different. They were both so pale, for one thing.
Caleb almost looked like an adult. He had to be six-feet tall now. He still had that bright, blond hair, and his bright gray-blue eyes, though. He had almost no tan now, and his freckles were more obvious.
