SOTMH : Chapter 8

 Calvin MacMillan

"What is it, Dad?" I asked him softly. I'm a Daddy's boy.

"You hungry? Since we didn't eat breakfast" He asked me, raising the hand that is resting in the stirring wheel and flicked the hair that is covering my eyes to the side making me smile

"A little bit" I replied. If I'm being honest, I'm really hungry but I don't want Dad to scold mom for forgetting to make us eat breakfast first before traveling since she is hype about this family gathering that happens once every year, during Christmas.

"What do you want to eat, I can buy it for you?" He asked me, reaching to his back pocket for his wallet.

"I think chips are good," I told him since I know that junk foods are the only thing edible food this gas station has since it's located in the middle of nowhere.

"You need real food baby boy; chips won't do you good since you didn't eat earlier," He told me concerned for my health

"I'm fine with chips dad, it's not like it could kill me if I eat it with an empty stomach" I assured him. He's slightly overreacting

"Okay. But you have to eat when we arrive at your grandparents" I nodded at him. I was about to look at the sleeping baby on my chest when I spotted something in Dad's pants. I looked at it and saw a large bulge, tenting the jeans visibly. Dad was about to step out of the car when I stopped him by holding his forearm.

"Something wrong baby?" He asked me. I don't know how to tell him without getting embarrassed and preventing my cheeks from going red

"I--um--ah your---, you know--, how do I say this, um--your bulge is very visible " great job Calvin, I'm proud of you.

He looked at me for a couple of moments, processing what I just said. He looked down and saw the thing I'm referring to. He quickly adjusted his jeans but still not working, so he just covered it with his hands and pulled his shirt that is small and tight already to use it as a cover

"Umm--It's just a part of being a man, baby. It's normal for us Men to have a hard-on any time" he tried explaining to me with a straight sentence but you can see that he is getting embarrassed, seeing that his neck is slowly getting red.

Silence engulfs us for a couple of moments, not another word is said between us. Dad knowing that I won't say a word, decided to break it

"I would--uh--you know, just get your chips at the store before we head off," he told me. Not knowing what to say, I just gave him a nod. He nods back and heads off to the store, still trying to hide the bulge in his jeans.

When he went inside, I stare at the handsome boy in my chest thinking about what just happened a minute ago. A bulge in his pants, a huge one to be exact. I haven't seen one so big in my entire life. Yes, I saw his morning wood earlier this morning but it's not visible compared to now. I already saw James' bulge many times in his pants but it's not big like Dad's. I wonder how big dad's dick is?

FLASHBACK

"Ugh." I groan lowly. The left side of my body hurts so bad. Well, that's what you get when you sleep sideways all the time. I was about to roll myself until I was on my back when I felt something in my hand.

Hard. Thick. Long. Smooth. And moving?

What the fuck? I thought.

I slowly opened my eyes only to be met with a sleeping James. His mouth is open and snoring to Jupiter. I look at down my hand and I was shocked, well not really, when I saw what I was holding, again. His thick hard cock.

Why the fuck am I holding it again? Why every time I woke up with him here, I would always hold his cock.

I raise myself and support my weight with my aching elbow.

"Mmm yes." I heard him moan, thrusting his hips up slightly. I didn't move an inch on my hand, clearly frozen when as I look at my brother, fucking my hand. His cock moves in and out of my encircled hand.

"Fuck." He groans, and surprisingly when he did that, a white substance is ejected on the slit of it. It stained my index finger when the tip touches it.

I did what I didn't expect would do. I slowly shrink the hole my hand is making, removing the gap from his cock. As it tightens, I can feel the cock more, putting pressure on my skin.

I slowly caress it, recognizing the foreign feeling of holding someone's cock except mine.

There are veins on it that are prominent in some parts like it's about to pop.

I tried stroking it for the first time, moving it up and down. Why does this feel right to me? Like I can't understand the feeling. Holding my not close now brother's cock makes me think like I was meant to hold it. Weird.

I was about to stoke it again when it silent and my slight daze thought was interrupted by a groan.

"Ugghh!" I quickly acted and remove my hands from his genital. He turns around to my side with eyes still closed. His hand reaches to his cock and rubs it softly, scratching the part under his testicles.

After that, his hand went back again to his rod and wraps his hand on it. He then strokes it softly a few times then his pace quickens, jerking it rapidly.

But that only lasted for a couple of seconds before he removes it, putting it back to his sides, leaving his exposed cock hanging semi-hardly in the air.

I sigh in relief when he didn't wake up. I crawl out of the bed like a robber would do. With one last glance at the figure on my bed, I walked straight to the bathroom, not stopping.

The moment I close the door, I look at myself in the large mirror in front of me. Why did I do that?

FLASHBACK END

I don't know why I would always wake up holding my brother's cock in the morning, if not holding then, my fingers near the head of it. I don't even watch porn nor masturbate, that's a lie, I tried masturbating but you can still count it with your fingers.

I haven't had my first boyfriend, nor having my first kiss yet, my family is an exemption.

I got so caught up with my thoughts I didn't notice the door of the car opening. I only went back to the reality when dad put a hand on my shoulders making me startled.