By the following summer he had packed on even more flesh and all of it was beautifully
proportioned. It was sickening! But deliciously so! As he entered his twenties, my big
brother Zack had acquired the build of an Adonis, and made darn well sure everybody knew
it by flashing it liberally around! 
     On that second summer away from Edinburgh, Zack decided that to finish off the
perfect body - he needed to get himself the perfect tan. The Bermuda shorts were forsaken
except when he went to the beach, and instead he wore a pair of very skimpy trunks as he
sunned himself out in the garden. The black Lycra trunks clung to his ass like a dream and
contoured very clearly his impressive front package. I thought I’d end up crazy – that big
horny stud was driving me up the wall. There could be no more denying it, at least not to
myself – I was as bent as a fish hook, and I fancied my brother. That big horny bastard,
Zack!
     And then the worst thing happened – Zack made it clear that he knew!
     It was the most excruciating moment of my life. I seriously considered topping
myself for weeks afterwards. Death seemed like the only way out.
     I had just got home after playing tennis in the park. It was around lunchtime, so
naturally Zack had just crawled out of bed. With no one else around he hadn’t bothered to
dress – all he was wearing was a pair of skimpy briefs. Not the trunks – these were proper
underpants, though they covered even less of his flesh, and seemed all the sexier as a
result. 
     I met him in the kitchen where he was raiding the fridge. His back was to me, so I
had the chance to look. And fuck – did he look gorgeous! I just gawped at him, not able to
move or tear my eyes away from the glory of what I was seeing. I gawped at the bulging
muscles under his tight bronzed skin that formed his V-shaped back; and the Maori inspired
tattoo that now adorned most of his right arm with biceps proudly flexed. I gawped at his
ass which looked like a couple of pumped up balloons barely contained by his sexy white
briefs.
     And then he turned round!
     I should have known better and looked away, but my eyes refused to budge. With my
gaze firmly fixed to the swell Zack’s ass, he turned around and presented me another
swell. My jaw dropped even further as I gawped at his hard cock – a morning glory that had
refused to go down and which was beautifully contoured by crisp white cotton save for the
end which had forced its way out above the waistband, such was his impressive length. His
glans stood free – a lovely pink tapered head glistening in the light and oozing a little
silvery fluid from the eye that was clear to see. 
     I gasped! 
     I froze! 
     My eyes were fixed to the wonder before me. I forgot myself totally in the timeless
moment as I wallowed in the sight of my big brother’s cock – partially hidden and
partially shown – vibrant and potent, sexy as all hell. 
     Then the moment came crashing down around me.
     “Like what you see, Danny Boy?”
     Zack let out a laugh and slugged back some orange juice whilst with his free hand he
rubbed his palm over his crotch, stroking his cock up and down. Any brother with an ounce
of decency in him would have then covered himself up after this shameless display. But not
Zack! No, he ended his fondling with his pants further down so that his big cock was left
half way out. 
     Still holding the carton he walked in my direction, his erection proudly on display
– a beast of a prick standing in salute with the head almost touching his navel. When Zack
reached me he gave me a couple of light smacks on my left cheek. It was already scarlet –
harder blows could not have reddened it more.
     “Yeah, I reckon you do! Well, well! A poof in the family! Mum and dad will be
pleased.”
     Then he walked off chuckling away to himself. 
     The bastard!
     “I’m not!” I cried after him. “Don’t you dare say that I am!”
     “Yeah, right!” he cried back still walking away. 
     Then to top it all off he reached round with his free hand and pulled down his pants
to flash me his ass. I gawped at the glory of it – two beautiful round globes of firm
young flesh that were covered by flawless white skin. The tone was so in contrast to the
bronze of his back and legs – it accentuated his ass, making it a focus of attention. Not
that any gay eye could fail to be drawn there – it was stunning beyond belief. 
     Finally, my tears blurred this splendid vision and at last I regained the power of
speech.
     “I’m not! I’m not!” I screamed again.
     But we both knew this was a lie.