What Goes Around, Cums Around

My brother and I were always close. Just two years apart and raised in rather poor, but good home. We lived outside of town and rarely had friends over. We shared everything; favorite toys, movies, music and a bedroom. We never felt uncomfortable around each other about anything. When we reached our teen years, we openly talked about things; sex, girls, everything. We compared cock sizes and even jerked off together... A lot. We even had competitions on who could last the longest and who had more cum. It was a great way to grow up.
Over the years, we grew apart. Nothing surprising about that. We both went to college, both married and started families of our own. We now live thousands of mile apart and, other than a random phone call now and then, barely see each other. But, we decided that we should get together for Thanksgiving this year at our parents. Might be the last time. They're not getting any younger.
It was nice to have us all there. Friday rolled around and our mom and wives went out Black Friday shopping. My Dad, being old and unwell took a nap. My brother and I sat watching TV and just chatting and catching up on things. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he asked if I remembered when we used to be masturbate together. I laughed awkwardly and said "of course". He kept talking about it and I just listened quietly wondering why. Then, he flat out asked if I'd like to again. I didn't say anything for a while. Unsure what to say, really. I finally asked "here"? He said he had some porn on his laptop and the girls wouldn't be back for a while. And, for some reason, I agreed.
He got his laptop and put it on the coffee table and fired up some porn. Here we were, two middle-aged married men, sitting on their old mother's couch, in the middle of the day, watching porn. It was weird, but oddly erotic. Several minutes passed, we both cautiously rubbed ourselves through our pants. My brother was the first to stand up and push his pants and underwear to his ankles. He stood and stretched his back before sitting down. His cock hung, not fully erect, but swollen. I had forgotten how much bigger he was than me. Even now, with age and "dad-bods", I have to admit he had the cock of a pornstar. He sat back down and started stroking until he was at full-length. I didn't stand up, but my own pecker was screaming to be released. I undid my pants and fly and pulled my cock out. We watched and stroked for a little while, both of us glancing at each other. I was staring directly at his impressive cock when I came with a grunt . After a snarky congratulations he laughed and said " I win." I laughed, too, letting my spent dick lay free and said, "you always win."
A few minutes later he huffed and puffed and came with a groan. We just sat there for a while, relieved and content, then decided to go upstairs and squeeze into our old shower together like we did when we were kids.
We went our separate ways on Saturday, returning to our normal lives.