“So, Alex, any girls you got your eyes on?” Chris asked. I nearly choked on the spaghetti I was swallowing. My mom looked at me apologetically.
It was our first family dinner. The four of us sat around the table. For the longest time it had just been me and my mom. My dad was a deadbeat who had skipped out as soon as he found out she was pregnant. I never really minded not having a dad. My mom made sure I feel loved, more than I probably even deserved. I never really felt his absence. I didn’t even look like him apparently. I took after her looks, blonde hair and blue eyes and features that were a little delicate for my liking. The only thing I got from my Dad was his unfortunate height. My mom was like a freaking Amazon at 6’ 3”, while I stood at 5’ 4.5” inches. At 19 my hopes of getting taller were pretty much dashed.
“Well?” Chris asked again expectantly. My mom gently nudged him and gave him a look. “I’m just asking the boy a question honey.” Chris said.
“It’s fine. There’s a few girls at work that are kinda hot,” I lied. My mom looked at me and I just shrugged. Chris opened his mouth for another question but my mom interrupted with an offer for seconds. Chris, and my step brother Jason cheered. My mom was a total package. I knew she was beautiful, but she was also really freaking smart and she could cook.
She could also keep a secret. I’m gay. I had come out to her, and her alone in high school hesitantly but should’ve known better. She was my mom. She loved me no matter what. After I had made my announcement she made hers. She was dating again. She had met a nice successful guy named Chris who was also the total package. Chris was a tall black guy which already earned points in his favor. My mom always had trouble finding guys taller than her, but Chris was a solid 3 inches taller. He had a good job as a psychiatrist. He was a volunteer on a suicide hotline and a volunteer firefighter. Suffice to say he swept my mom off her feet.
There was only one problem. Chris had a son Jason. My mom wasn’t sure I could handle it. I had always been fond of being an only child and I liked my space. So when things started getting serious, my mom and Chris sat me down and said they wouldn’t go any further unless I was comfortable. Chris was an amazing guy and my mom deserved to have him, so I put my needs aside and gave… my blessing I guess?
It was shortly after that I met Jason. And Jason… Jason would become the most important person in my life. Whereas I was almost pretty, Jason had rugged good looks. His skin was lighter than his dads, a deep caramel or bronze depending on the lighting. He had a young looking face, but somehow it was still mature. And he was jacked. And as someone who’s fit myself I don’t say that lightly. All this went through my head when I first met him.
“Hi I’m Jason,” he said, his voice gruff and masculine. Oh my God. I had found other guys attractive of course, but this, this was almost a crush. I glanced at my mom, who was busy with Chris pretending not to be hoping that Jason and I liked each other.
“Hi… I’m a…” I cleared my throat. Welp, I definitely like Jason. “I’m Alex. What’s up bro?” Smooth.
But Jason just smiled. That smile. I felt my cock throb. What was happening. “At the rate they're going we’ll probably actually be brothers soon,” he said only half joking. I laughed and nodded dumbly. Thankfully our parents came over and we headed into the movie theater.
Jason and I got along well, but we never really got close. That was my fault. I turned into a bumbling mess around him, and I didn’t want my crush to stop my mom from getting with a really great guy. A few months after first meeting him our parents tied the knot and Jason and I were step-brothers.
And that brings us to this first awkward family dinner. We sat around the dining room table. Chris took mom’s hint and the four of us talked about topics other than girls. Even though Chris and Jason seemed nice I had begged my mom not to tell them I was gay and of course she obliged. I don’t know why, but the idea of telling anyone other than my mom made me sweat.
After we finished eating and talking (mostly about Jason and how his senior year was going) my mom took me aside.
“Are you sure you want this?” She said, “The guest room is a little unfinished, but Chris said it’s fine.” We had moved in with them. Seeing as I was done with school and was taking a gap year, and they had a bigger house, we had decided to move in with Chris and Jason. Unfortunately though the guest room was barely livable. They’d never needed it but Chris was going to have it remodeled for me.That meant in the meantime I’d share a room with Jason. My mom knew how I liked my space.
“It’s fine mom,” I said. “It’s only for a little while right?” She nodded and smiled. “I truly have the best son in the world don’t I? I know you’ve had to deal with a lot of changes but so has Jason. So if you could try to help make it an easy adjustment for him that’d mean a lot to me babe.” She gave me a playful look. “He is your younger brother after all. I rolled my eyes.
“Of course mom I can mom.” I gave her a hug and headed off to my new room. I went up the stairs and passed my mom’s room on the right, the bathroom, and then finally Jason’s room. My room too. I knocked for some reason.
“Come in!” came a gruff shout. I fiddled with the door handle like a moron before realizing it was locked. “Just come in!” Jason’s deep voice came again. I was starting to sweat.
“It’s- uhm, it’s locked Jason,” I said quietly. I heard a “crap” and then some footsteps. Jason opened the door.
“Sorry Alex, that’s my bad,” he said. Or something like that. Because the only thing I could focus on was his shirtless chest. Beautiful quarter size chocolate nipples, on meaty pectorals, complete with a six pack that looked like it was daring on eight. A nice crop of a black fur, and a happy trail leading down to…
“You okay Alex?” Jason said. My eyes snapped up to his concerned handsome face.
“I-, it’s- yes I’m good,” I stammered and walked into the room. It wasn’t as clean as mine back at my old house, but you could tell he had tried. Two beds were on opposite sides.
“The one on the right is yours,” Jason said, hopping into bed. He pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket. I tore my eyes off his drool worthy physique and tried to focus on my bed. The bed had drawers where my clothes had been put. I shuffled through them looking for my PJ’s. I found a pair with some robots on them and a white t-shirt. I snuck a peek at Jason again. He was lying on his side, his phone positioned perfectly so I could see those perfect nipples. He looked up and I looked away.
“I’m gonna go change,” I said quickly and made to leave.
“Dude, there’s a bathroom in here,” he said. I turned around and he pointed. Sure enough there was a door a few feet from the foot of his bed. “Th-thanks.” I hurried in quickly. Looking in the mirror I took off my shirt. You could tell I worked out but I was nowhere close to Jason. Sure you could see my abs, but Jason’s were muscles onto themselves, chiseled and defined. While my chest had some muscle on it, if my heart was beating hard enough you could still make it out beating in my chest. And my upper body was hairless, except for the arm pits. Jason was superior to me in every way.
That made me think. So instead of throwing the t-shirt on first like I normally did, I stripped off my pants and white briefs. I looked at myself now naked and trembling in the mirror. I looked at my hardening cock. At full mast it was four inches. Pathetic. I thought about Jason and that sexy happy trail. At the end of that trail he probably had a real man’s cock 6 or maybe even 7 inches.My little nub hardened at the thought. I imagined him lying there, me kissing and sucking on his perfect nipples. I stroked myself and turned my ass to the mirror.
My ass was the one part of my body I was satisfied with. It was thick and juicy and looked just like a girl’s or so some guys had told me. I got compliments every time I showed it on Grindr but was too shy to do anything real. But now here I was stroking thinking of my step brother. I gave my ass a slap and gripped it and let out a moan.
Instantly I remembered where I was. In a shared bathroom. Less than ten feet from Jason. Had he heard? Oh no. Oh God. I was sweating now and my boner was gone. I got on my pj's and took a few deep breaths and stepped out. Jason was on his phone not paying attention. I sighed in relief but got a semi eyeing him. He looked up at me. Then he laughed. I shrank.
“Wh- what,” I stammered.
“Nice robots bro,” he said snickering. I looked down. “I have a pair just like that- from when I was twelve!” He laughed some more. I scowled. “Whatever,” I mumbled.
Jason sprang to his feet. “Hey,” he said. I looked at those deep chocolate eyes and then looked down at my feet. “I’m just teasing you,” he continued gently. “That’s what brothers do and we’re brothers right?” “Right,” I mumbled back, still focused on the floor. I felt two fingers against my chin as Jason forced me to look at him. “Then some brotherly advice I have for you is to look at someone when they're talking to you. Got it?” He said, voice deep and sexy. I stared into those eyes and could feel my hardening to full mast under his gaze. “Got it?” he said again. I started. “Uhm yes si- sure I got it,” I said, catching myself just in time. Had I nearly called him sir? He gave me a curt nod, and that winning smile and hopped back into bed. “Night bro.” He turned off the lights. I sat on the bed stunned. My cock was rock hard. But I couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom again. I laid down thinking. Did I dare jerk off? I needed it so badly. Jason was so hot. But I tended to moan when I jerked off. What if he woke up? That possibility filled me with dread. I slept poorly, the urge to jerk off intense but the fear of waking Jason up was great. I lay awake most of the night feeling unsatisfied and afraid.
The next few weeks were relatively uneventful. Jason continued to tease me and I continued to want him. Chris found me a job working the drive thru at some sort of high end fast food place. I didn’t know those existed. I would come home and immediately go to the bathroom (just in case) and jerk off thinking about Jason. I had snuck a photo on my phone. As school started up for Jason I found out he was even more perfect than I thought. He got excellent grades and was getting ready for wrestling season. Chris and my mom praised him generously. Our room got progressively messier but I didn’t complain. Then one day in October it happened. I didn’t know it then but October was the month when I would start the slow process of become Jason’s loving faggot.
“Hey Allie,” he said to my annoyance. “I’m gonna have a girl over this evening while the folks are out on date night. You mind helping me push our beds together?” My mind reeled at the idea of Jason, sexy Jason, fucking some lucky girl in my bed. I tried to play it cool. “Sure bro." We pushed them together.
“You’re really going to have a girl over with this place a mess?” I said. Jason gave me a look.
“It’ll be fine. I guarantee she won’t be thinking about the mess,” he said with a smirk. I couldn’t help but blush. I tried to recover.
“Girls find filth a turnoff.” Jason looked at me again. Great, was that too much? Then he smiled. “Look who finally grew some balls.” He clapped his hands. “You know what, I gotta go to school. If you think this place is such a mess, why don’t you clean it up for me. It is our room after all.” I looked at all the dirty clothes strewn across the room and felt my cock surge.I tried to hide my eagerness. “Fine,” I muttered, “I’ll do it.” Jason stared at me in surprise. “Huh…” he said. After a moment he just shrugged and left. I waited to hear the front door close, barely able to contain myself.
Click. My heart pounded. I heard his car start and pull out the driveway. I looked at the room, Jason's dirty laundry everywhere. My eyes zeroed in on a sock that probably started out white but was now a dark gray. I crept toward it. I don't know why my body moved so slowly. I was trembling and my pathetic pecker was already beginning to harden. Sure in the few weeks we shared a room I had chances to take a whiff of dirty clothes. But I was terrified, almost paranoid. What if he noticed? What if I put it back in the wrong spot?
I gingerly picked up the sock. There weren't any more excuses. Jason wouldn't be home for a long time and I was going to clean the room anyway. I slowly brought the sock to my nose. I pictured it drenched in sweat clinging to Jason's jock feet. I stroked my little cock as I took a deep inhale. Fuck. Jason’s scent hit my nostrils not like an assault despite the sourness, but like an embrace. Taking in the musk of his socks put me in a state of mind that felt ascendant. My breath grew shallower and shallower as I rushed to take in as much of his scent as possible, body tensing, my hand pumping my cock at a speed I didn't know I had, closer and closer to the edge until…
I felt it coming, and took one last deep inhale, the wave of his scent washing over me, causing the tingling sensation I felt from head to toe to spike as I tensed up one final time and then
Cum rocketed out and I gyrated against the floor uncontrollably, the feeling of sweet release causing a low moan to escape. I knew that in a minute or two, the shame of being on the floor covered in my own cum with my step-brother's sock against my face would hit me like a truck. But for now? Ecstasy.
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