I had not seen my brother in over five years. As kids, we were always pretty close and got along well, unlike a lot of friends I knew while growing up, who never seemed to get along with their brothers or sisters. Now, after living on the West Coast for several years and going through a particularly trying divorce, I was returning to my home town in New England. Mom and Dad had passed away some years ago but my brother still had the family home, which included a fair amount of wooded acreage. My brother, Mike, was a year and a half older than me and said there was plenty of room at the house if I wanted to come there after the divorce was over. The more I thought about it the more I thought it was a good idea. To be able to take some time and relax and decide what I wanted to do with myself.

Mike would be picking me up at the airport and I could hardly believe I’d be seeing him again in about an hour. I let my memories drift back to our childhoods and thought about our parents and places we used to go and things we used to do.
When we were kids, Mom and Dad had fixed up a sort of recreation and entertainment room downstairs in the basement. It had a couch, a couple of card tables and bookcases down there with board games, a stereo, a TV with a VCR and a small library of books and video tapes, so we kids often spent a lot of time down there, especially in the winter.

I don’t know what made me think about it but I found myself remembering a short period when I was about eleven or twelve that Mike and I began to develop some curiosity about each others bodies and sex in general. It started out as simple ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ games and ‘playing doctor’ that I suppose most siblings go through at some time and included some mutual fondling of each other. Mike was about thirteen or so and had started getting erections and it seemed that he was perpetually hard when we got naked with each other. His was the first cock I’d ever seen and also the first one I’d touched. Once, while sitting in front of him, I spread my legs and asked where the guy puts his ‘thing’ when they have sex. Neither of us really knew and Mike looked real close at my pussy and poked his finger into me saying that he thought this opening was where it goes.
One night, while we were playing around with each other, I lay on my back and spread my legs wide and said, “Fuck me!” Michael looked and asked, “Really?”
“Come on!” I said, “Fuck me! I want to see what it feels like.”
Michael got on his knees, between my legs, and rubbed his hard-on against my pussy, and then he actually started to push the head of his cock into me when he pulled back and told me he was afraid of getting me pregnant. We were both too inexperienced and na? to realize that because I had not started having periods, I wouldn’t have got pregnant.
The pilot’s announcement to fasten our seatbelts in preparation for landing brought me back to the present and I realized I’d gotten a bit wet between my legs in thinking about these old memories.

Michael was waiting for me at the airport and greeted me with a big hug. We got my luggage and walked out to the car to drive home. I told him I was hungry and that we should stop and get something to bring home for dinner, but since neither of us felt like cooking, we decided on pizza. While he waited for the pizza, I went across the street to a liquor store and picked out a few bottles of wine.

When we got home I took my bags up to, what used to be my old bedroom and changed into some panties and an over sized t-shirt. I was tired and wanted to relax.
When I came down stairs, Michael exclaimed, “Wow, look at those sexy legs! Are you wearing anything under that?” I just laughed a little and said, “Of course I am. I just want to be comfortable. It’s been a long day and a long trip.”

Mike had the pizzas on the kitchen table and opened a bottle of wine and poured a couple of glasses. “When did you take to wine?” Michael asked. I explained that I used to go wine tasting at some of the wineries in California and had developed a taste for Chardonnay. By the time we had finished eating I was into my third glass of wine and starting to feel pretty relaxed. I was also starting to think about the effects of my nostalgic memories back on the plane, concerning my brother and me, during our pre-pubescent, younger days when Mike asked if I wanted to take the wine down to the rec room and maybe watch a movie and hang out for the evening.