So I sat down on the bench to catch my breath.As I was sitting there, Brandon walked in. He seemed to be taken back by the sight of me sitting there i... my birthday suit. He asked if I was alright to which I said yes but was rather fatigued. He took a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and gave it to me. A few minutes after I had the drink, I felt recovered enough to go into the shower. Brandon walked up next to me to see if I was OK. He had a gorgeous cock. It was at least 8 inches long, dangling. He took my hand and moved it all over his body, always watching the tiny adolescent hand as it moved. He had me touch him for several minutes and then led me by my hand to my bedroom. I wondered how he knew where it was and then realized that he must have been here before, perhaps many times. Once in my pretty girly bedroom, his demeanor changed. He looked me in a mean way. And began asking questions and accusing me of lying to him. “How much did you charge the physical education teacher. None of that is to say that I don't still miss you. I've just gotten a better handle on my sex drive and loneliness. I've found some things to do with myself that actually capture my attention beyond masturbating, but that isn't to say that I'm not still spending a lot of time masturbating... a lot.After some serious fucking around and a lot of learning about networking and hardware, I think I have the wi-fi working a bit better than I was before. Well enough that I've been able to download. When he finished, he lied back down beside me.“I think were even now.” He whispered“I think so too.” I laughedHe put my bikini in his bag. I didn’t object.He got on top of me and took off his shirt. I slid down his pants and grabbed his cock. I wanted it. He thrust his cock deep inside me. I moaned. He did it again, and again as he found his rhythm. I spread my legs wider and clenched the sand around me. It was amazing how my 14 year old brother had learned to fuck me better than any of.