Our father bailed when my younger brother was born. He didn’t looe having the responsibility of kids. So it was just our mom and us. Single moms have it rough and of course things go wrong or get out of hand. I tried to help mom being the man of the house and helping watch my little brother (2 years younger). It started with shared bath time questions from him and whispered conversations late at night in our shared room. It actually started because of him. Asking questions about erections and stuff before we were teens. One night he asked why it felt so good to touch himself. Asked if I did it. I did not really but it started as me asking him to show me what he meant. I watched fascinated as he touched himself. I watched and learned and imitated what I saw and realized he was right. We began to do so every night and sometimes in the bath despite the risk. It progressed like it always does. Wanting to see if each other’s felt as hard as our own did. Soon we were sharing a bed rubbing each other’s undeveloped penises. We were there when the other had their first o*****. He was so proud when his body could do what mine could. But since we were in different classes at school because of age he had a different set of friends. One night he asked if what his friends said was true, if boys were supposed to s*** each others’ penises to feel good. I was shocked at the thought but I had few friends and mom had never had any talks with me. He asked if we could try it. As the older it seemed like I should try it first in case it was bad or wrong. There was no concept of dirty or wrong. He orgasmed quickly and my instinct was to keep going as he orgasmed. The taste was strong and strange but did not make me sick or grossed out. He could barely speak after but when he could he told me that it felt so good that I should let him do the same to me. We were hooked after that. We still would m********* ourselves or each other sometimes but most nights when we were sure mom was asleep we would swap oral and eventually realized it was more fun to do it at the same time. And we would get so caught up in that it was not a surprise when mom caught us in a 69 one weekend morning. She was so upset but we both told the truth and my little brother admitted that it had been his idea when our mom initially blamed me. Her reaction was to make my brother sleep in her room. My brother and I would still play when we had the chance. My brother began to act differently but I could not figure out why. Then one day months later when she was getting groceries my brother told me that our mother had taught him about s** in her bed. I was surprised but also angry and hurt. Childish resentful reaction of why did only he get that from her. Now I was the one acting different I was resentful towards both of them but especially towards her. One day when she was gone my brother came to my room and just stood looking at me and I knew eventually what he wanted. I did not say a word I just opened his pants and began sucking him. He moaned about jow much he had missed it and started pulling at my clothes and we started doing a 69 like old times. But he stopped us and said he wanted to do something mom had taught him and he asked me to trust him. Soon enough I was gasping as he used his tongue and fingers to open me up and eventually lay me on my stomach and mount me. The concept was so bizarre but it was beautiful. He was very slow and patient with me and was gently f****** me. And of course that was what we were doing when she got home because we were not paying attention to the time and she walked in to see her younger son f****** her older son in the a**. The look on her face was horrifying. But she just turned and walked out. After a moment my brother said we were already in trouble anyway and would I please let him finish. I confess I wanted him to. After a while we accepted we had to face our mother. She just looked at us and the only thing she said was that there were going to be some changes because she could not handle having queers for sons. In the following weeks she gave us each a rotating schedule. We alternated nights in her bed. I was taught the things my brother had been taught. Eventually as s** obsessed as my brother and I were we convinced our mother to let us both be with her at the same time. Thanks to those new experiences sometimes our mother would let us do things with each other while she was there. Of course it all eventually came to an end with our mother as we got older but to this day ny brother and I still find the time to lay with each other.