I can't tell what triggered me. Today I'd say it must have been my nymphomatic instinct. I just felt there was something going on when my elder brother left the house that afternoon. I decided to follow him. That was easier said than done. I'm still convinced he felt I was following him and that he didn't care.
He and his mates met in an old deserted farm where we used to play when we were kids. Eventually I found a possition from where I had a good view at what was going to happen. I recognised some friends of my brother going in to the farm. A window was broken. I could see some of them lowering their pants and showing their dicks. I hadn't a clue what this was all about, but it was worthwhile watching!
... to be continued ...
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