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"What are you doing here?!" I asked, standing in the upstairs hallway, looking into the guest bedroom.
"Your dad said I could stay `til school starts,'' Scooter answered as he made up the bed.
Stefan and I walked into the house after our drive from Connecticut. The plan was for him to stay with us for a few nights, visiting with my Dad, before driving back with his mom after Sunday dinner. He was supposed to stay in the guest room, but of course my ex's brother would be there!
"DAD!" I yelled as I stomped towards my room with Stefan in tow.
"Who's that?" he asked in a hushed voice, dropping his overnight bag next to the futon.
"His brother," I huffed. "DAD!!"
"Who's brother?!" He didn't catch on that I was referring to my ex.
"Dig's." I huffed. "DAD!!"
"When you start paying bills, you can yell in my house," my Dad entered my room. "Stefano! Bambino! How's my boy?!" His face sporting a huge smile as walked towards the futon to give my cousin a hug.
"Zio! Molto bene!" They always managed to turn on the Sicilian switch when they were together.
"How's your mother?" My father asked as they maintained a half embrace.
"No. We're not doing this right now," I interjected.
"Doing what?" They both spoke, looking at me confused.
"Whatever... that is," I answered, gesturing my hands towards them while referencing the stereotype. "Why is Scooter here?"
"Well, THIS," Dad mocked my hand movements, "is how family greets each other." He sat on the end of my bed, then pulled me to sit next to him. "And Scooter is family too."
"Dad -" I started.
"No buts," he raised a finger. "You're gonna go in there, give your frat brother a hug, and talk it out." I tried to object but he wouldn't let me speak. "He's here til summer training, then moving to the house. You're gonna see each other every day."
"You're the most demanding bottom I've ever met," I glared at him.
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" he retorted.
"Holy shit," Stefan reacted, before laughing at the situation.
"Now go," Dad pushed me to stand. "I'm taking your cousin for an ice cream. You two can be as loud as you want. Yell. Scream. Fuck. But no stitches, cops, or broken furniture. Got it?"
I knocked on the opened door to the guest bedroom, took a few deep breaths, then walked in. Scooter was sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. When he looked over to me, I could see the resemblance. The light brown hair, the green eyes, the cute lips, and noticeable cheek lines. His meaty shirtless body wearing only a pair of gym shorts, revealing the Italian flag tattoo on his right calf. The same tattoo that his brother had. I knew that he wasn't him, but I also knew that they were brothers. Brothers were sacred in this family.
"Hey," I dryly greeted him, making my way to the side of the bed.
"Hi," he put down his phone. I could tell that something was wrong.
"You good?" I asked, looking around the room. It was as if his dorm had exploded in our house. Boxes, baseball gear, and suitcases were scattered around. His TV was on the floor, in front of the TV that my Mum bought for the room.
"What do you care?" His Bayonne was showing. "Your Dad send you in here?"
"Aye! I care!" I shot at him. "Just surprised," I told him as I sat down.
"Didn't know where else to go," he huffed.
"Home?" I suggested.
"I don't have one anymore," he responded. "Was in the dorm til this morning."
"Huh?" This was news to me.
"My father kicked me out," he told me. "When I told High, he said to call your dad."
"Of course he did," I chuckled to myself. My parents loved adopting my friends.
"Your Pops said I could stay til classes start, but I'll be in the house by then." He informed me. "I won't bother you."
"Who said you're bothering me?" He rolled his eyes at my question. "I was just surprised is all. I didn't know you'd be here."
"Probably just wanted to fuck that dude," he retorted.
"What dude?" I thought for a second. "You mean Stefan?! Eww! That nigga is my cousin!"
"Are all your cousins like that?" He licked his lips.
"Like what?"
"Sexy as fuck!" he chuckled. "I only saw him pass by, but damn!"
"Down boy!" I laughed to myself. "He's straight as fuck."
"Sean is `straight' too," he winked. I forgot about their one-time hookup.
"Nah. Stefan is STRAIGHT straight!" I responded. "Besides, I think he has a girlfriend at school."
"We'll see," my horny ass frat bro responded. "Which side is he from?"
"My Mum's. He's Lisa's son."
"How long is he here for?
"Til Sunday," I glared at him. "Don't scare him off."
"How would I do that?!"
"Being a whore," I raised my eyebrow. "Or telling him who you are."
"I'm your bro," he patted my leg.
"You're HIS brother," I said to him. "And Stefan already has crazy ideas about why he broke up with me. So be cool about shit."
"What kinda ideas?"
"The kind that sets Italians back over fifty years," I retorted.
"You took ONE sociology class!" He groaned, while rolling his eyes. There was a slight pause. "So you know?"
"Know what?"
"Who my father is? What he does?" He was serious.
"I don't know shit," I spoke plainly. "All I know is that when I told Lisa what happened, she put in Stefan's head that your Pops is a wise guy."
"You think they're wrong?"
"Yeah! Like they've been watching too many old movies or some shit! That stuff ain't real." His face told me that he knew more than I was catching onto. "Don't fuckin' tell me -"
"Why do you think I'm here?" He took a deep breath. "When he dropped me off the other day, he said he was `going home' for summer break. That's when I knew he accepted my father's offer."
"What offer?"
"There were rumors about my Dad bringing him into the business. Setting him up with a house and new car. The whole thing." He went on. "We were supposed to go home together, and tell the old man that neither of us was gonna work for him. He promised me that he wouldn't take the offer, because I told him that we'd be done if he did. Bad enough our father does that shit!"
"So it's true?" I needed to know. He nodded.
"Probably wanted to protect you," he shrugged. "Black AND Gay?! Both of ya would've been in the Hudson."
"You could've told me!"
"And say what?! `Hey Ish, my Dad might be a killer, and my brother isn't supposed to be with you'?! C'mon! Besides, it wasn't my place."
"I hate him so much."
"You and me, both!" He affirmed. "Ol Joe said I had to stop seeing Tony, or don't come back. So I'm here."
"Look atchu! Getting kicked out because of love." I shook my head.
"Fuck you!" he laughed, lightly pushing my shoulder. "Besides, I don't know if it's love yet. But... You know how Tony is. He's almost perfect for me. And that dick!!"
"Ooh, I know!" It'd been awhile since I'd had it. "What do you mean `almost'? My play cousin ain't good enough for you?"
"Your play cousin only tops!"
"Ooooh right!" I remembered. "And baby Scooter is a greedy slut."
"This is why we're bros, you get me," he gave me a loud kiss on the cheek.
"He know you're staying with us?"
"Said I was lucky to have that ass right across the hall," he laughed to himself.
"Of course he did," Tony always found a way to mention my ass.
"You get any dick in Connecticut?" I felt his hand on my lower back.
"Nah," I admitted. "Haven't had any since the graduation party." Kal took me aside to give me a much needed blowjob while everyone was distracted.
"Oh damn!" He was surprised, then thought for a second. "I guess that makes sense."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm horny as fuck!" I blatantly stated. "But wasn't tryna deal with anyone. And the trip was all about family and shit. Just... haven't fucked."
"I mean... I'm around when you're ready."
"Remember the last time you had a boyfriend?" I reminded him of the Brett situation.
"Yeah," he answered. "But, you know how Tony is. He'd probably be mad at me for NOT fucking you."
"That horny motherfucker," we both laughed.
Hooking up with Scooter was always easy and fun. Two bros working out their issues, while naked. There was no romance needed when we stripped our clothes. No excess foreplay necessary when we made out on the bed. His thick baseball player's ass felt good in my hands as I squeezed it. His big cock leaked precum as it rubbed against mine.
Pushing my head down as he rolled us over so that he was on his back, letting me know that he wanted me to give him head. Slapping my face with the freshly shaved 9 inch monster. Reminding both of us what my place was. For the next month, I'd be his willing bottom. Licking from the balls to the tip of his dick. Swirling my tongue around the head of it before taking it halfway into my mouth.
"Ooh fuuuuck," he quietly moaned as I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock. Teasing it while bobbing my head up and down. "Fuck yes!" he whined as I lightly squeezed his balls with one hand. Months of fucking and swapping head taught us how to please each other. He didn't cum fast anymore, relishing in being serviced.
I quickly reached for the lube in the nightstand when he pushed me away so that he could sit up, and adjust the pillows. Greasing his heavy cock while locking eyes. No words were needed, I was with my bro. As I lowered myself on my bro's dick, he rested against the headboard. I kept grinding my slightly fuzzy ass on my bro's smooth crotch, with my dick grazing his belly button. It felt good. I felt sexy. Riding him up and down with his hands on my ass cheeks. Feeling every vein along my walls as I moved. "Fuck yeah!" I'd hear him repeatedly whisper to himself.
He'd occasionally slap my ass as I picked up the pace. Fucking myself onto him with my hands firmly planted on his chest. Grabbing at them. Feeling his puffy nipples harden. The meaty man who now lived across the hall, and soon on the other side of my room at the house. My hole got wet the more I thought about it. The idea of having this guy, Scooter of all people, being around to open me up when my boyfriend wasn't available. Working out his aggression as he bucked upwards to match my moves. The big dicked baseball player with good rhythm was the perfect bro.
"I'm gonna shoot!" He cried out, pushing my hips down. Keeping me still while he continued to fuck upwards. I could hear the wetness of my hole. His face was contorting as he cooed. "Fuuuck!" he screamed, cumming inside of me. Breeding me. It felt like a lot; some of it dripped out of me down his cock. He wasn't pulling out.
"I needed that," he shook his head, coming back to reality. Moving his hands to gently rub my back. I laid on his chest, listening to his racing heart calm down. "I love you bro," he kissed my temple.
We were still in the same position when we woke up the next morning. His dick freed itself at some point in the night. Even though my leg was slightly cramped, I felt rested. As though an intimate sleepover with my best bro was exactly what I needed.
"You guys are close, huh?" Stefan asked as I walked into the kitchen. He was sitting at the island drinking a cup of coffee.
"What do you mean?" I played dumb, making my way to the coffee pot.
"I saw you," he said. We'd forgotten to close the door. "You were sleeping together... Naked."
"He's my best friend," I shrugged it off, pouring myself a cup of bean juice.
"My best friend doesn't sleep naked in my bed," he retorted.
"Get better friends," I winked, sipping from my mug. "But yeah, we're close. Practically since the day we met."
"Your Dad said he's dating Cousin Tony. That's not weird to you?" Stefan was an old school guy when it came to loyalty. Even though Tony wasn't blood, he was family. That's all that mattered.
"Tony and I have an understanding," I told him. "When it comes to Scooter, his happiness is all that matters."
"You love him, huh?" There was a curiosity in his eyes.
"Like a brother. He's one of the best." I leaned over the island, facing my cousin.
"A brother you're fucking," he sipped his coffee.
"By the way, dear cousin," I put down my mug. "He thinks you're sexy. At least he's got good taste."
"He knows I'm straight, right?" Stefan looked nervous.
"I already told him," I assured him. "Just make sure you knock before going into the bathroom."
"Why's that?"
"It's the easiest place for a bottom to get some dick. Happens at the house all the time." I smirked, knowing exactly why Scooter loved the communal showers at the house.
"You frat boys are whores," he quipped.
"Aye. We all have hobbies, cousin."
------------------------------------------ Ish's summer break is definitely going to set the tone of how his sophomore year will be. Having the love and support of his bros. Having some good sex. But the most important thing that'll happen... Growing into his own, and realizing just what type of guy he wants to be.
Just wait... It'll be a wild ride. ------------------------------------------
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