I see him there. He is unaware of my presence. I am hiding in the shadows of the dimly lit room. He thinks I have left him for the night, but I haven't. He walks over to his mirror and starts slowly stripping off his clothes. Gently peeling off every single layer. I watch him in amazement. I swear he gets turned on by looking at his own body. Numerous times I've walked past the bathroom and saw him there, just staring at his naked form in the mirror. Then again, who wouldn't be turned on by that body, lord knows I am. Even if I am his brother, and its completely wrong. I can't help myself, and really do you blame me?

So there he is, standing in his beautiful naked glory, admiring his own body in the full length mirror. His hair, a dark violet, falling over his lovely green eyes. His beautifully toned and sculpted, arms and chest, that just begs for a touch. His gorgeous legs, and luscious thighs, and perfect ass. What I wouldn't give to get my hands on that ass, I shiver slightly at the thought. Then that flawless perfection that is his cock. Always so pretty and perfect no matter what state its in. Which now it's semi erect, slowly coming to full attention. I knew looking at his own body turned him on. Must be one of his weird fetishes.

He bites his lip and slides a hand across his chest, watching it intently in the mirror before him. I bite my own full bottom lip, silently begging that hand to move further south. To my disappointment, its moves north instead. He brushes it over his nipples, softly gasping at the touch. Hes soft gasp sends a soft jolt straight to my cock, and I feel it coming to life in my pants. He slowly takes his hand away and grins. What could he be thinking now? I wonder to myself. My question is all too soon answered when he pulls the mirror over to the edge of his bed, tilting it slightly. Sweet Jesus. Hes going to watch himself. The mere thought, sends a pulsing throb through my cock.

He walks over to his nightstand, grabbing out his strawberry flavored lube. He slowly climbs up on the bed, checking the position of the mirror. He adjusts it slightly. Once satisfied, he grabs the pillows, and positions them so he can see his own reflection clearly. He moves down the bed and lays back, once again staring at himself in the mirror. He brings his hand up to his chest again, gasping as he pinches his nipple, rolling it between his fingers. His hand moves to the other, his fingertip slowly circling it, and a begging whimper escapes his throat. He flicks his finger over the nipple and his back arches a bit, then relaxes back to the bed. He obviously knows how to turn himself on, and anyone watching. He hasn't even went near his cock, and my own is throbbing just watching him tease himself so shamelessly.

His hand begins to move down, he traces the lines of his chiseled stomach. I watch his muscles tense at his own touch. His hand moves to his pierced navel. He stops to play with the piercing a bit, tugging at it. The sensation causing him to moan softly. His hands slide further south. His hips arch involuntarily as they move past his cock, to his delicious thighs. He watches himself as he slowly slides his legs apart. He hands move to the inside of his thighs and he massages then gently. He bites his lip, and whimpers under the touch. I bite back a moan at the sight. He gradually pulls his legs up, and spreads himself wide. His body now completely open and exposed to the mirror, and I hear him moan at his reflection.

He slowly takes his hands away, still not having touched his cock. How could he leave such a beauty untouched? Although I know it will not stay that way for long. I lick my lips as I look over his untouched cock, jutting up from his groin. It's so long and thick, a covered in a tint of purple. The tip glistens with pre-cum as it eagerly awaits the touch it longs for. What I wouldn't give to take the beauty into my hands, give it the pleasure it so deserves. Take it into my mouth, licking from the tip the sweet essence of my brother. I stifle a groan, forcing it back deep in my throat. I am pulled from my thoughts, by the pop of the top of the lube. He holds it over his cock and lets it drip down the sides. I see him shiver at the feel of it sliding down his dazzling cock. He sets the lube aside. Finally his hand descends to his cock, moaning as he slowly inches his hand down, covering it with the lube. The lube making his whole cock glisten in the light, making it look ever more like the treasure it is.

He moves his hand painstakingly slow, wanting to drive every inch of pleasure from his body. He watches his hand in the mirror, and his eyes slip closed, and I hear him moan.

"Mmmmm god. . ."

I shudder at the tone of his voice, and it sends another jolt through my cock. I see his eyes flutter open again, and his hand starts to move faster. His hips arching towards his hand. He whimpers and his other hand comes up. His fingers circle the tip of his cock, coating them generously with the cum and lube mixture. I bite my lip, knowing all too well what comes next. He looks up, staring into the mirror as his hand slides down. He circles his hole, fingers teasing.

"Mmmm please. . ." He begs himself.

I swallow hard, driving the moan from my throat. He slowly slips his fingers into himself moaning loudly. My eyes look over him. His hair amiss a few lavender strands, clinging to his glistening forehead. His eyes, now a dark jade, glazed over with a steamy look of lust. His face a mask of pleasure. His lips parted as he softly moans and whimpers. The rest of his body shimmering with sweat, giving me the urge to lick every inch of his succulent frame.

Unable to watch himself any longer, his head falls back as he eyes flicker closed. He lets his own torrid fantasies overtake him. His hands working in perfect unison, giving him the ultimate pleasure.

"Mmmm Matt. . ."

I gasp, unable to stop myself when I hear my name play across his lips. My brother, my own brother, just moaned my name. I nearly cum at the sound. He was fantasizing about me, like I have him so many countless nights.

He's now writhing on the bed, his hands losing their rhythm, moving wildly. He moans and whimpers. His body working as an instrument of pleasure as it seeks out ecstasy. All at once he gasps arching completely off the bed. His eyes fly open as he watches himself cum all over his hand, splashing onto his stomach. My name passing his lips in a ragged wail. I shudder nearly cumming in my pants. He collapses against the bed, panting. He slides his hand through his cum, which is making a appetizing trail down his side.

The ache between my legs is unbearable, and is clouding my better judgment. My mind is racing as I slowly get up. All conscience thought is stripped away as each garment is stripped from my body. I slowly emerge from the shadows, and walk over to his side. His eyes are still closed so he is unaware of my presence. The smell of him floats over me, and overwhelms me. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of my brothers essence, and moaning in the back of my throat. He hears my low moan and his eyes open slowly.

His hazy eyes stare up into my own, and he moans my name.

"Mmm Matt. . ."

Thats it, my mind is lost. The look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice, I can't stand it any longer I have to have him. I kneel between his legs, the cum on his stomach enticing me. I lean down licking it from his stomach, my hair dragging in it a bit. I moan at the taste of my brother on my tongue. So sweet, as I always imagined. I move up covering his body with my own, his sweat slicked skin like heaven against mine. My hands trail down his sides, learning every inch. I look down at his lips, dry and parted. I lick my own, then dip my head, brushing my lips past his. He reaches up pulling my face to his, sucking hungrily at my lips. I whimper against his lips and grind my hardness against him.

He gasps, and wraps his legs around me I feel his newly hardened cock, rubbing against mine.

"Fuck me. . .Mmmm please." He moans in a breathless whisper.

I shudder at his words, unable to think rationally. I bite my lip and slowly thrust into him.

"Ooohhh godddd. . .Mmmm Jeffff. . ." I pant as he surrounds me like a hot, velvet vise.

"Matt. . .Mmm please. . .need you. . .so bad" He moans pushing back against me.

Once I am calmed enough I start moving into him slowly. I fear if I move any faster I will cum all to quickly, but it is becoming unavoidable with him writhing under me.

He locks his legs around my back, and I growl, thrusting into him faster.

"Oohhh goddd. . .Mmmm fucccckkk" He reaches down and starts stroking himself frantically.

I growl taking his hand away, and stroke him roughly as I start losing control, slamming into him wildly.

"Mmmm Jeff. . .oh god. . .cum for me. . ."

With that he cries out, and cums shooting all over us. Feeling him clench around me throws me over the brink.

"JEFFFFFF!!"" I scream as I cum hard spurting my hot essence into him over and over.

I collapse against his chest, shuddering at the feel of his cum slicking my stomach. He wraps his arms around me pulling my closer, pressing his lips to my forehead. I sigh and whisper against his chest.

"I love you."

I feel him smile against my forehead and whisper.

"I love you too Matt."

I sigh contently and drift off still locked in Jeff's intimate embrace.