Cursed Brad
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Story's content: Femboy, Voyeurism, Oral.
Oh boy, I was pretty sure I was in deep shit here. I just couldn’t see how having a hot new step brother living under the same roof as me was going to work out well for either of us. Not possible in my book. I didn’t think it would work for the simple fact that I was a Femboy and he was as straight as they came. Well, I guess a Femboy could technically be considered straight too, but I wasn’t one of those. I liked my cock, and I liked them often. So yeah, having a hot new guy living with me now, one that was only a year older than me, was going to be all kinds of difficult, if not impossible.
My new step brother’s name was Brad, and even from the first day I’d met him I knew we weren’t going to be close. And here we were, six months later and now living under the same roof, and I had been absolutely correct. For the most part. Ok, so he was nice to me and I was nice to him, but that didn’t mean we were close. And yes, I did have a tendency to flirt with him when our parents weren’t home. And maybe he did sometimes respond to my flirting with some subtle ones of his own…
Yeah ok, so maybe we were a little closer than I thought we were going to be. It was still damn uncomfortable sometimes when we bumped into each other around the house. I think we were both still getting used to that part, you know, the part where we both weren’t alone anymore.
***
I was standing just inside the back porch drinking a glass of OJ, my eyes focused on the curly-haired boy mowing the back yard. That was Brad, my step brother. As far as descriptions go, the guy sure was built to please, I can tell you that. True, he was only about five and half feet tall, but he was so muscular that his lack of height wasn’t even considered a flaw in my book. Nope, being that tall and still coming in at about 150 pounds meant he was built to please, especially since he had barely any body fat to speak of.
As Brad made it to the other end of the yard and spun the mower around to head back this way, it gave me a perfect frontal shot of him and I immediately zeroed in on his crotch as he slowly walked the mower back. Shit, those cut-off jean shorts he was wearing today were on the verge of being outright indecent. And would be for sure if he’d been out in public instead of out in our back yard. They were torn and frayed so much that it looked more like he was wearing a rag than he was a pair of shorts. And on top of that, I was 100% certain he was going commando this morning, because there were a couple frayed holes in those shorts that made it clear that underwear had not been his ‘to wear’ list this morning. Hell, the hole just to the right of his package was so big that I could see bare leg even from where I was standing, like 30 feet away.
As he closed that 30 foot gap between us, I focused once more on his junk bulge. That right there was what was going to get me in trouble if I wasn’t careful. See, it just so happened that Brad was one of those boys that was just plain gifted, and the size of his manhood was just one more example of that. Some guys just seemed to have all the luck and Brad was right there at the top of the list.
For whatever reason, Brad looked up from his mowing just before turning around to make another pass. Since the back door to the porch was standing wide open he had no trouble at all seeing me standing there, and even if he noticed that I’d been staring at his crotch, he didn’t acknowledge it. He just gave a small smile and a wave before spinning the mower around to head the other way. And since he was only wearing those stupidly skimpy shorts and nothing more, I took the liberty to gaze at the muscle rippling across his back as he walked away from me again. I swear I could watch him all day long! I really could.
I went back into the house for a little bit, and when I came back out, this time stepping all the way out onto the porch, I held up another glass of OJ when Brad looked my way again. He took the hint and powered down the mower, then ambled over to where I was now sitting on the porch’s top step. I honestly couldn’t stop myself from taking a couple quick peeks down at those revealing shorts of his, and once I saw that I could literally see pubic hair through that one particularly big hole on the right, I found I could hardly pull my eyes away from it at all.
“Ah, thanks Sammy.” my step brother said, taking the proffered glass of juice. “You’re a life saver.”
I merely grinned and took a sip of my own juice. I also took another quick look at his crotch again. I swear that thing was an eye magnet.
“You keep staring at my shorts, Sammy.” Brad suddenly just blurted out. “Is there something wrong with them?”
I’m pretty sure both of my eyebrows were somewhere up inside my hairline right now. I mean, what do you say when someone calls you out for gaping at their junk? I knew I’d been busted so there was no point in trying to make something up, so I manned up (so to speak) and went with the truth.
“Uh, it’s just that I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you wear them before.” I said after only a short pause. I was actually a little surprised that I didn’t feel as embarrassed as I probably should have right now. “And I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered you wearing those since I can practically see your dick right now.”
Fortune favors the bold, as they say. Am I right?
Brad looked down at himself as soon as I was done talking. “Ah yeah, that hole is really getting big isn’t it. Still, it makes for some good air conditioning, don’t ya think?”
I grinned outright at that, then boldly looked right back down to the big hole he’d pretty much just given me permission to look at. I swear it looked like he was starting to get an erection, because the outline of his dick was a lot more distinct now than it had been when he’d first walked up. Was my step brother getting aroused because I was staring at his junk? It really did look that way, and because of that it gave me the courage to keep right on looking.
“Probably better not wear them while mom is around, though.” I said to his package. “Pretty sure she’d shit if she saw you walking around with your junk practically hanging out.”
“Hey, my junk is not hanging out.” he stated, then reached over to adjust his growing bulge since it really was close to slipping out the left leg of his shorts. “See, still covered.”
Pretty sure he had meant this a joke, but his dick really was growing inside those skimpy shorts, and now that it seemed that he was going out of his way to show off for me today, it gave me some ideas on how I could do the same to him. Two could play this game, as the saying goes.
I glanced up to his face to get an idea on what he was thinking right now, and was again surprised when I found a knowing grin there. This was the most forward Brad had ever been with me, and I had to wonder if it was some sort of joke or not. This was just too out of character for him, which made me feel a little cautious on how to proceed.
I drank down the last gulp of my OJ, glanced down once last time to his obvious arousal, then stood up and turned to go back into the house. “I’m going to go change into something more comfortable.” I said offhandedly. “Come find me when you’re done mowing.”
I left him to think that over, and once I was in my bedroom I took off all the stupid boy clothes I had been wearing, then went to my closet to look through the special clothes I had tucked away. It was so rare that I was actually able to wear some of my girls clothes that I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d enjoyed the freedom they gave me. Wow, come to think of it, I’m positive it had been before mom and I had moved in with Brad and his dad, Jack. Shit, that was six months ago!
“Fuck it.” I mumbled while I pulled some clothes out to inspect. “If Brad can show off like that, then I am damn well going to dress the way I want to.”
My decision made, I decided to go with a pair of light blue shorts and a loose white top. They were both meant for Summertime, so the only reason they’d look out of place on me was simply because I was a boy instead of the girl they were meant to be worn by.
“Wow.” I said to my reflection while I turned this way and that in front of my mirror. “God damn you look good, girl.”
It was true, too. I swear the older I got the more my body kept warping into a more feminine shape. It had been over six months since I had last had the liberty to wear any of my girls clothes, and my body was really filling them out right now. My long blonde hair just seemed to help with the overall picture I was sending, and I’d lay down some pretty good money that if I were to walk around out in public right now that no one would know the truth behind me gender.
Hot damn! Brad was going to shit.
The light blue shorts I had on weren’t stretchy or anything like that, but they were short enough to show off just a hint of asscheek all the same. And since my ass was probably my best feature, in my opinion, I was confident that Brad was going to enjoy the sight of it. If he liked butts at all, then he was going to be in for a real treat once he saw how mine looked now that I was in some proper clothes. And I wasn’t too worried about the tiny bulge I was showing in the front, because my tiny little dick didn’t even warrant a second glance. Hell, you could honestly mistake my little junk bulge for a weirdly shaped cameltoe if you really wanted to.
I heard the mower shut off before I had the chance to make it back outside, so I just busied myself in the kitchen at doing nothing at all and waited to see if Brad was going to come back inside or not.
I got my answer a short while later when the back door slammed shut, which was then followed by my step brother sputtering and stammering from across the room right behind me. I had been rinsing off some dishes in the sink so when he came into the kitchen with me, my backside was the first thing he saw when he entered. I think I got the reaction I had been hoping for, too.
“What the...” Brad stammered. “Sam, is that you?”
I looked back over my shoulder at him and couldn’t stop the ornery grin from sprouting on my elfin face.
“What sort of question is that?” I teased. “Of course it’s me. Who else would I be.”
Brad was gulping and visibly trying to collect himself from where he was standing on the other side of the kitchen table.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah. Um, you really look… different in those clothes.”
I turned back to my dishes to help give him some privacy while he collected himself.
“Well, I apologize if you don’t approve.” I said, already knowing that he was positively loving my new look. “I used to wear these type of clothes all the time before we all moved in together. I just wasn’t sure how you and Jack would feel with me walking around the house like this.” I paused then. “Um, are you ok with it?”
“You know, if you actually looked like a guy right now, then yeah, I’d have a problem with it.” He said after a short pause of his own to think his words through. “But you sure as hell don’t look anything like a guy from where I’m standing.”
That almost made me tingle. I looked back over my shoulder at him again, this time with a smile that was a little on the shy side. He pulled his hand away from his junk a little too late, and I watched as his face burnt red with embarrassment from having been busted. There was no way I wanted to alienate him, so I pretended I hadn’t seen what he’d been doing behind me back.
“Thanks.” I said. “Want me to make us something for lunch?”
Brad was having one hell of a time keeping his eyes off my ass back there, but he managed a quick nod anyhow. He then came around the table so he could stand at the sink with me, where he then started to wash his hands. I playfully bumped his hip with mine, then flashed him a grin when he gave me one right back.
“This better not ever leave this house,” he said while focusing his eyes on his cleaning instead of looking at me. “But I’d be lying if I said you didn’t look downright amazing right now.”
I didn’t look over at him this time for fear of embarrassing him more than he probably was. “Thanks. And it will probably sound like I’m hitting on you since you’re barely wearing anything at all right now, but I can honestly say the same about you, too.”
Brad snickered as he looked down at his skimpy shorts. He had a full-blown erection going now, which just so happened to be pointing off to the same side as that one particular hole was located. I could actually see some bare skin of his shaft right now, and because his shorts were so friggen skimpy I had no trouble at all in seeing just how big my step brother was down there.
“Man, I think I better just throw these shorts away after today.” he said while we both stared down at his display. “As comfortable as they are, I’m pretty sure I’d get arrested if I tried going out in public in them.”
“Or you could just keep them and wear them around the house when it’s just the two of us.” I offered. “I don’t mind.”
Brad looked over at me, then back down to his bulging jean shorts. “Yeah, I could probably do that. And Sammie, you should absolutely feel free to wear what you want from now on. Seriously, you look amazing right now.”
I gave him a smile of gratitude, then yelped when he snapped my ass with the towel he’d been drying his hands off with. He hooted with laughter then, and took off like a streak right out of the kitchen. There was no way I was going to let that go without getting some revenge, so I was quick to take off after him.
He made it to his bedroom long before I could catch up, but since he never slammed the door to keep me out, I didn’t even slow down when I came in and saw him kneeling on his bed with a pillow raised in front of him like it was a shield or something. I ran right over and dove right on him. He dropped the pillow during my flight and just caught me with barely any effort at all. We were laughing it up pretty hard while the two of us wrestled around on his bed, and it didn’t pass my notice that he wasn’t putting up much of a fight. He could’ve pinned me easily, but was instead making it look like the two of us were evenly matched. He was also having some fun at playing ass-grab with me, too! Every once in a while during our toss and turns I’d feel him take a good grip of my ass and then laugh about it like it was all just a joke to him. After the third time he did this, though, I retaliated by taking a firm grip on his erection bulge. That made him yelp in surprise!
“Hey now!” he blurted around a snicker. “Now you’re just trying to cheat.”
Since I still had my hand on his bulge and saw that he wasn’t actually trying to push me away, I took a tentative grip of it before answering him.
“Oh I see,” I said, then squeezed just a little more. “So it’s ok for you to grab me, but I’m not allowed to grab you, is that it?”
Brad picked me up and spun me around so fast it was like I didn’t weigh anything at all to him. Jesus Christ he was strong! What he ended up doing was dropping us down on the bed in a 69, with me on top practically sitting right on his face.
“Oh no, you have me pinned, what ever shall I do!” Brad cried in mock fear.
I giggled outright over his silly playacting, then leaned way over and took another hold on his big cock bulge again. He didn’t object to this at all, so I brought my other hand into play as well.
“I’m not sure I ever seen two wrestlers doing this move before.” I teased as I worked his fat boner with both hands. “I hope I’m doing it right.”
Brad chuckled softly, then smacked my right asscheek a good one. It was just hard enough to make it feel good instead of being painful.
“Damn it Sam. Now I’m going to be tempted to fool around with you all time.” It really did sound like he was complaining about it, too.
“So.” I replied, then started to work at unfastening his shorts.
“It’s just… Does this make me gay?”
I stopped what I was doing and turned around far enough to be able to see his face. He was pretty serious if I was gauging his expression right.
“Uh, I don’t see how.” I said. “I don’t look anything like a guy, Brad, so how would that make you gay?”
“Yeah, well, you’re still a guy, even if you don’t look it.” He glanced back to my ass as soon as he finished his declaration.
I rolled my eyes over his stupidity. Then I turned away from him again and sat right back on his face. Instead of cursing at me, I heard him immediately start to take huge sniffs of my crack and hoped like hell I had something for him to breath in back there. There were a lot of guys, I’d found, that totally dug the way my ass smelt, and judging by how intensely Brad was going to town back there, it seemed that he was one of those guys as well. I’d have to remember that from here on out.
“That-a-boy, Brad.” I cooed. “Get a good whiff of me.”
I leaned back over again so I could finish what I’d started. Brad’s face followed my ass during my lean, evidently in no hurry to pull his nose out of my crack at all yet. It took a bit of work, but I finally had his pants undone and his zipper down. I then eagerly pushed my hand inside and pulled his fat erection right out in the open. I had to pause then, because Brad had one hell of a beautiful cock. All I could do was stare at it for the longest time, taking in its every detail. That sucker was solid eight inches long, and in my opinion it was just perfect in thickness. I could honestly see myself thoroughly enjoying it no matter what I was doing with it. For now, though, that thing was going inside my mouth.
Lucky for us both, Brad and I were pretty much the same height, so when I leaned back in and started to lick and kiss his sweet-looking cockhead, it still let him have his way at smelling me back there. Perfect! I stroked him slowly with my dainty right hand while I tongued his pee hole, then kissed his head some more. And I kept right at it when I finally took his head all the way into my mouth to suck on for a while. I noticed right away that there was a pretty thick scent of musky sweat odor coming off his junk, but I found it to be more of a turn-on rather than a turn-off. Fucker even smelt good! That just made me suck him all the harder, and pretty soon I could hear him grunting from the effort I was putting forth.
“Jesus Christ, Sam!” Brad panted. “I can’t believe you’re really sucking me off right now. Oh shit! God damn that feels good!”
I didn’t even bother stopping my blowjob to respond in any way. Fuck that. I wasn’t pulling Brad’s sweet meat out of my mouth till he made me. So I kept right on working his big dick with both hand and mouth, and didn’t hold anything back. I sucked, I licked, I smacked him against the side of my face. And I jack-hammered him in a blur of speed. And I didn’t stop doing any of those things even after he hollered out that he was cumming. I was ready, so his ejaculation hit me right up the center of my face in a perfect bullseye. The second shot right into my open mouth, which I greedily gulped down. The rest of his orgasm shot out of his pulsing cock and just sort of covered me from eyebrow to chin, leaving barely anything dry in between.
I’m pretty sure if I went to Heaven after I died, it was going to look a lot like this.
I spent the next few minutes listening to Brad try to catch his breath while I cleaned up all his yummy jiz. I had his cock and my face sparkling clean in no time at all, and I wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that the guy tasted as good as he looked. My step brother was just perfect in every way, it seemed.
Oh boy, I was pretty sure I was in deep shit here. I just couldn’t see how having a hot new step brother living under the same roof as me was going to work out well for either of us. Not possible in my book. I didn’t think it would work for the simple fact that I was a Femboy and he was as straight as they came. Well, I guess a Femboy could technically be considered straight too, but I wasn’t one of those. I liked my cock, and I liked them often. So yeah, having a hot new guy living with me now, one that was only a year older than me, was going to be all kinds of difficult, if not impossible.
My new step brother’s name was Brad, and even from the first day I’d met him I knew we weren’t going to be close. And here we were, six months later and now living under the same roof, and I had been absolutely correct. For the most part. Ok, so he was nice to me and I was nice to him, but that didn’t mean we were close. And yes, I did have a tendency to flirt with him when our parents weren’t home. And maybe he did sometimes respond to my flirting with some subtle ones of his own…
Yeah ok, so maybe we were a little closer than I thought we were going to be. It was still damn uncomfortable sometimes when we bumped into each other around the house. I think we were both still getting used to that part, you know, the part where we both weren’t alone anymore.
***
I was standing just inside the back porch drinking a glass of OJ, my eyes focused on the curly-haired boy mowing the back yard. That was Brad, my step brother. As far as descriptions go, the guy sure was built to please, I can tell you that. True, he was only about five and half feet tall, but he was so muscular that his lack of height wasn’t even considered a flaw in my book. Nope, being that tall and still coming in at about 150 pounds meant he was built to please, especially since he had barely any body fat to speak of.
As Brad made it to the other end of the yard and spun the mower around to head back this way, it gave me a perfect frontal shot of him and I immediately zeroed in on his crotch as he slowly walked the mower back. Shit, those cut-off jean shorts he was wearing today were on the verge of being outright indecent. And would be for sure if he’d been out in public instead of out in our back yard. They were torn and frayed so much that it looked more like he was wearing a rag than he was a pair of shorts. And on top of that, I was 100% certain he was going commando this morning, because there were a couple frayed holes in those shorts that made it clear that underwear had not been his ‘to wear’ list this morning. Hell, the hole just to the right of his package was so big that I could see bare leg even from where I was standing, like 30 feet away.
As he closed that 30 foot gap between us, I focused once more on his junk bulge. That right there was what was going to get me in trouble if I wasn’t careful. See, it just so happened that Brad was one of those boys that was just plain gifted, and the size of his manhood was just one more example of that. Some guys just seemed to have all the luck and Brad was right there at the top of the list.
For whatever reason, Brad looked up from his mowing just before turning around to make another pass. Since the back door to the porch was standing wide open he had no trouble at all seeing me standing there, and even if he noticed that I’d been staring at his crotch, he didn’t acknowledge it. He just gave a small smile and a wave before spinning the mower around to head the other way. And since he was only wearing those stupidly skimpy shorts and nothing more, I took the liberty to gaze at the muscle rippling across his back as he walked away from me again. I swear I could watch him all day long! I really could.
I went back into the house for a little bit, and when I came back out, this time stepping all the way out onto the porch, I held up another glass of OJ when Brad looked my way again. He took the hint and powered down the mower, then ambled over to where I was now sitting on the porch’s top step. I honestly couldn’t stop myself from taking a couple quick peeks down at those revealing shorts of his, and once I saw that I could literally see pubic hair through that one particularly big hole on the right, I found I could hardly pull my eyes away from it at all.
“Ah, thanks Sammy.” my step brother said, taking the proffered glass of juice. “You’re a life saver.”
I merely grinned and took a sip of my own juice. I also took another quick look at his crotch again. I swear that thing was an eye magnet.
“You keep staring at my shorts, Sammy.” Brad suddenly just blurted out. “Is there something wrong with them?”
I’m pretty sure both of my eyebrows were somewhere up inside my hairline right now. I mean, what do you say when someone calls you out for gaping at their junk? I knew I’d been busted so there was no point in trying to make something up, so I manned up (so to speak) and went with the truth.
“Uh, it’s just that I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you wear them before.” I said after only a short pause. I was actually a little surprised that I didn’t feel as embarrassed as I probably should have right now. “And I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered you wearing those since I can practically see your dick right now.”
Fortune favors the bold, as they say. Am I right?
Brad looked down at himself as soon as I was done talking. “Ah yeah, that hole is really getting big isn’t it. Still, it makes for some good air conditioning, don’t ya think?”
I grinned outright at that, then boldly looked right back down to the big hole he’d pretty much just given me permission to look at. I swear it looked like he was starting to get an erection, because the outline of his dick was a lot more distinct now than it had been when he’d first walked up. Was my step brother getting aroused because I was staring at his junk? It really did look that way, and because of that it gave me the courage to keep right on looking.
“Probably better not wear them while mom is around, though.” I said to his package. “Pretty sure she’d shit if she saw you walking around with your junk practically hanging out.”
“Hey, my junk is not hanging out.” he stated, then reached over to adjust his growing bulge since it really was close to slipping out the left leg of his shorts. “See, still covered.”
Pretty sure he had meant this a joke, but his dick really was growing inside those skimpy shorts, and now that it seemed that he was going out of his way to show off for me today, it gave me some ideas on how I could do the same to him. Two could play this game, as the saying goes.
I glanced up to his face to get an idea on what he was thinking right now, and was again surprised when I found a knowing grin there. This was the most forward Brad had ever been with me, and I had to wonder if it was some sort of joke or not. This was just too out of character for him, which made me feel a little cautious on how to proceed.
I drank down the last gulp of my OJ, glanced down once last time to his obvious arousal, then stood up and turned to go back into the house. “I’m going to go change into something more comfortable.” I said offhandedly. “Come find me when you’re done mowing.”
I left him to think that over, and once I was in my bedroom I took off all the stupid boy clothes I had been wearing, then went to my closet to look through the special clothes I had tucked away. It was so rare that I was actually able to wear some of my girls clothes that I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d enjoyed the freedom they gave me. Wow, come to think of it, I’m positive it had been before mom and I had moved in with Brad and his dad, Jack. Shit, that was six months ago!
“Fuck it.” I mumbled while I pulled some clothes out to inspect. “If Brad can show off like that, then I am damn well going to dress the way I want to.”
My decision made, I decided to go with a pair of light blue shorts and a loose white top. They were both meant for Summertime, so the only reason they’d look out of place on me was simply because I was a boy instead of the girl they were meant to be worn by.
“Wow.” I said to my reflection while I turned this way and that in front of my mirror. “God damn you look good, girl.”
It was true, too. I swear the older I got the more my body kept warping into a more feminine shape. It had been over six months since I had last had the liberty to wear any of my girls clothes, and my body was really filling them out right now. My long blonde hair just seemed to help with the overall picture I was sending, and I’d lay down some pretty good money that if I were to walk around out in public right now that no one would know the truth behind me gender.
Hot damn! Brad was going to shit.
The light blue shorts I had on weren’t stretchy or anything like that, but they were short enough to show off just a hint of asscheek all the same. And since my ass was probably my best feature, in my opinion, I was confident that Brad was going to enjoy the sight of it. If he liked butts at all, then he was going to be in for a real treat once he saw how mine looked now that I was in some proper clothes. And I wasn’t too worried about the tiny bulge I was showing in the front, because my tiny little dick didn’t even warrant a second glance. Hell, you could honestly mistake my little junk bulge for a weirdly shaped cameltoe if you really wanted to.
I heard the mower shut off before I had the chance to make it back outside, so I just busied myself in the kitchen at doing nothing at all and waited to see if Brad was going to come back inside or not.
I got my answer a short while later when the back door slammed shut, which was then followed by my step brother sputtering and stammering from across the room right behind me. I had been rinsing off some dishes in the sink so when he came into the kitchen with me, my backside was the first thing he saw when he entered. I think I got the reaction I had been hoping for, too.
“What the...” Brad stammered. “Sam, is that you?”
I looked back over my shoulder at him and couldn’t stop the ornery grin from sprouting on my elfin face.
“What sort of question is that?” I teased. “Of course it’s me. Who else would I be.”
Brad was gulping and visibly trying to collect himself from where he was standing on the other side of the kitchen table.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah. Um, you really look… different in those clothes.”
I turned back to my dishes to help give him some privacy while he collected himself.
“Well, I apologize if you don’t approve.” I said, already knowing that he was positively loving my new look. “I used to wear these type of clothes all the time before we all moved in together. I just wasn’t sure how you and Jack would feel with me walking around the house like this.” I paused then. “Um, are you ok with it?”
“You know, if you actually looked like a guy right now, then yeah, I’d have a problem with it.” He said after a short pause of his own to think his words through. “But you sure as hell don’t look anything like a guy from where I’m standing.”
That almost made me tingle. I looked back over my shoulder at him again, this time with a smile that was a little on the shy side. He pulled his hand away from his junk a little too late, and I watched as his face burnt red with embarrassment from having been busted. There was no way I wanted to alienate him, so I pretended I hadn’t seen what he’d been doing behind me back.
“Thanks.” I said. “Want me to make us something for lunch?”
Brad was having one hell of a time keeping his eyes off my ass back there, but he managed a quick nod anyhow. He then came around the table so he could stand at the sink with me, where he then started to wash his hands. I playfully bumped his hip with mine, then flashed him a grin when he gave me one right back.
“This better not ever leave this house,” he said while focusing his eyes on his cleaning instead of looking at me. “But I’d be lying if I said you didn’t look downright amazing right now.”
I didn’t look over at him this time for fear of embarrassing him more than he probably was. “Thanks. And it will probably sound like I’m hitting on you since you’re barely wearing anything at all right now, but I can honestly say the same about you, too.”
Brad snickered as he looked down at his skimpy shorts. He had a full-blown erection going now, which just so happened to be pointing off to the same side as that one particular hole was located. I could actually see some bare skin of his shaft right now, and because his shorts were so friggen skimpy I had no trouble at all in seeing just how big my step brother was down there.
“Man, I think I better just throw these shorts away after today.” he said while we both stared down at his display. “As comfortable as they are, I’m pretty sure I’d get arrested if I tried going out in public in them.”
“Or you could just keep them and wear them around the house when it’s just the two of us.” I offered. “I don’t mind.”
Brad looked over at me, then back down to his bulging jean shorts. “Yeah, I could probably do that. And Sammie, you should absolutely feel free to wear what you want from now on. Seriously, you look amazing right now.”
I gave him a smile of gratitude, then yelped when he snapped my ass with the towel he’d been drying his hands off with. He hooted with laughter then, and took off like a streak right out of the kitchen. There was no way I was going to let that go without getting some revenge, so I was quick to take off after him.
He made it to his bedroom long before I could catch up, but since he never slammed the door to keep me out, I didn’t even slow down when I came in and saw him kneeling on his bed with a pillow raised in front of him like it was a shield or something. I ran right over and dove right on him. He dropped the pillow during my flight and just caught me with barely any effort at all. We were laughing it up pretty hard while the two of us wrestled around on his bed, and it didn’t pass my notice that he wasn’t putting up much of a fight. He could’ve pinned me easily, but was instead making it look like the two of us were evenly matched. He was also having some fun at playing ass-grab with me, too! Every once in a while during our toss and turns I’d feel him take a good grip of my ass and then laugh about it like it was all just a joke to him. After the third time he did this, though, I retaliated by taking a firm grip on his erection bulge. That made him yelp in surprise!
“Hey now!” he blurted around a snicker. “Now you’re just trying to cheat.”
Since I still had my hand on his bulge and saw that he wasn’t actually trying to push me away, I took a tentative grip of it before answering him.
“Oh I see,” I said, then squeezed just a little more. “So it’s ok for you to grab me, but I’m not allowed to grab you, is that it?”
Brad picked me up and spun me around so fast it was like I didn’t weigh anything at all to him. Jesus Christ he was strong! What he ended up doing was dropping us down on the bed in a 69, with me on top practically sitting right on his face.
“Oh no, you have me pinned, what ever shall I do!” Brad cried in mock fear.
I giggled outright over his silly playacting, then leaned way over and took another hold on his big cock bulge again. He didn’t object to this at all, so I brought my other hand into play as well.
“I’m not sure I ever seen two wrestlers doing this move before.” I teased as I worked his fat boner with both hands. “I hope I’m doing it right.”
Brad chuckled softly, then smacked my right asscheek a good one. It was just hard enough to make it feel good instead of being painful.
“Damn it Sam. Now I’m going to be tempted to fool around with you all time.” It really did sound like he was complaining about it, too.
“So.” I replied, then started to work at unfastening his shorts.
“It’s just… Does this make me gay?”
I stopped what I was doing and turned around far enough to be able to see his face. He was pretty serious if I was gauging his expression right.
“Uh, I don’t see how.” I said. “I don’t look anything like a guy, Brad, so how would that make you gay?”
“Yeah, well, you’re still a guy, even if you don’t look it.” He glanced back to my ass as soon as he finished his declaration.
I rolled my eyes over his stupidity. Then I turned away from him again and sat right back on his face. Instead of cursing at me, I heard him immediately start to take huge sniffs of my crack and hoped like hell I had something for him to breath in back there. There were a lot of guys, I’d found, that totally dug the way my ass smelt, and judging by how intensely Brad was going to town back there, it seemed that he was one of those guys as well. I’d have to remember that from here on out.
“That-a-boy, Brad.” I cooed. “Get a good whiff of me.”
I leaned back over again so I could finish what I’d started. Brad’s face followed my ass during my lean, evidently in no hurry to pull his nose out of my crack at all yet. It took a bit of work, but I finally had his pants undone and his zipper down. I then eagerly pushed my hand inside and pulled his fat erection right out in the open. I had to pause then, because Brad had one hell of a beautiful cock. All I could do was stare at it for the longest time, taking in its every detail. That sucker was solid eight inches long, and in my opinion it was just perfect in thickness. I could honestly see myself thoroughly enjoying it no matter what I was doing with it. For now, though, that thing was going inside my mouth.
Lucky for us both, Brad and I were pretty much the same height, so when I leaned back in and started to lick and kiss his sweet-looking cockhead, it still let him have his way at smelling me back there. Perfect! I stroked him slowly with my dainty right hand while I tongued his pee hole, then kissed his head some more. And I kept right at it when I finally took his head all the way into my mouth to suck on for a while. I noticed right away that there was a pretty thick scent of musky sweat odor coming off his junk, but I found it to be more of a turn-on rather than a turn-off. Fucker even smelt good! That just made me suck him all the harder, and pretty soon I could hear him grunting from the effort I was putting forth.
“Jesus Christ, Sam!” Brad panted. “I can’t believe you’re really sucking me off right now. Oh shit! God damn that feels good!”
I didn’t even bother stopping my blowjob to respond in any way. Fuck that. I wasn’t pulling Brad’s sweet meat out of my mouth till he made me. So I kept right on working his big dick with both hand and mouth, and didn’t hold anything back. I sucked, I licked, I smacked him against the side of my face. And I jack-hammered him in a blur of speed. And I didn’t stop doing any of those things even after he hollered out that he was cumming. I was ready, so his ejaculation hit me right up the center of my face in a perfect bullseye. The second shot right into my open mouth, which I greedily gulped down. The rest of his orgasm shot out of his pulsing cock and just sort of covered me from eyebrow to chin, leaving barely anything dry in between.
I’m pretty sure if I went to Heaven after I died, it was going to look a lot like this.
I spent the next few minutes listening to Brad try to catch his breath while I cleaned up all his yummy jiz. I had his cock and my face sparkling clean in no time at all, and I wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that the guy tasted as good as he looked. My step brother was just perfect in every way, it seemed.
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