This is my very first story. I enjoy reading the stories here so I was inspired to write my own. Do not read if you are under 18.
I'm happy. Finally my mom and her stupid husband are getting a divorce. I can't even imagine why my mom decided to marry a guy like that, he's so stupid. What's even worst is that he has an equal annoying son. My name is Jake, I just turned 17 and I couldn't be happier at the moment. My mom married her co-worker after only about a year of knowing him. I didn't like it when they were dating and them getting married just made it worst. My mom is way too good for the likes of him, but I guess he made her happy. You know how they say "don't blame yourself for your parents breaking up"? well in this case I think that applies really well. I hated my step-brother even more than his father. His name is Cole, just about the same age as me, though I never asked nor have I ever cared. We argued all the time and it even got physical a few of those times, we just didn't like each other; our parents knew that too, which is why I think they are separating. I tried to make Cole's life a living hell for the 2 years we lived together, and he did the same. It wasn't so bad at first. When I first met him I figured we would get along. We both liked sports and used to talk about that often. He plays on the football team at the same high school I go to. He's an ok player I guess, but he has a really bad attitude about it. I play soccer for the same school, though I'm not a very good player, I just enjoy playing. I guess that's where the similarities stop. We have nothing else and common, and the worst mistake our parents could have made was to force two "only-child"s to share the same bedroom. We had two of everything, I hated sharing and so did he: two beds, two chairs, two desks, two computers....two of everything in one room. I was really glad when I heard they were moving out. There's only one problem, the water at their new apartment isn't on yet, so Cole has to stay over for one last weekend. When I woke up that Friday morning I was glad to see the movers had already begin moving his stuff out of my room, I really miss having it to myself. As I lied their dreaming of the wonderful alone time I would have, I heard his voice screaming about something as usual.
"Wake up already, loser" Cole yelled as he tossed my sheet off my bed forcing me to get up. "I was up already, don't barge in my room barking orders" MY room, I loved the sound of that. "Your mom told me to wake you up, if it was up to me I would leave you lying there and late for school"
I ignored it, that's what we both had to learn to do. We were always provoking each other to do get angry. I finally got out of bed and headed towards the shower. The bathroom is one of the few things Cole and I actually share. He's pretty good with hygiene so it doesn't bother me too much. Luckily he gets up a l ot earlier than me so I don't have to rush. When I got out of the shower I saw Cole bargaining with the movers to leave his bed here. I hadn't realized until just now that'd he'd have to sleep here without his bed.
"I hope you know you're sleeping on the floor tonight" I told him. "Like hell I will, you sleep on the damn floor, I have a game tomorrow and I don't want to have any cramps" "That's not my problem is it"
He ignored me, we were getting pretty used to the flow of handling each other. He left the room and I continued to get dress. Before leaving I looked myself over in the mirror, something I loved to do. I had a really nice body I liked to think. I'm exactly 6' tall with a medium build. I tried working out to develop a 6 pack, but I stopped caring after awhile. I have a nice round butt that I just can't help but look at whenever I see a mirror. Mom said I might have an "Adonis complex" the way I look at myself so much, but I don't think really think it's all that bad. Cole, on the other hand, worked out really often. He got up early in the morning so that he could go running and have time to get dress. It annoys me how much he did it. He was just about the fantasy of every girl in our school.
I drove to school in my real dad's old car, it wasn't flashy or anything, but it worked. Once I got to school I saw my girlfriend waiting for me as usual. Her name was Sharen. I had known her since middle school and we just started dating about a month ago when I asked her to go with me to a dance because she didn't have a date, yea, I'm a nice guy. When I finally got to her, she was gossiping on the phone to her friend about Janice. Janice was Cole's girlfriend and Sharen hated her. I always thought it was funny how even out girlfriends didn't like each other, me and Cole were destined to hate each other. Janice was the leader of the debate team and she drove all the other girls crazy, my step-brother possibly the hottest guy in school, was dating the likes of her. She wasn't ugly or anything, but you know how girls are.
"Hey Jakey" she said as she finally ended her phone call. We had been friends for awhile, she was the only person allowed to call me that. "You didn't comb your hair again!" "I like it like this" "But you look like hell" "Good" I said.
I had short black hair that I basically let do whatever it wants. Sharen is probably the only person who has a problem with it, I get comments about it all the time. Besides I really wanted her to not like me anymore, she was getting to attached and I'm really not into our relationship, being the nice guy I am though, I would never tell her that or break it off.
After school was over I got home to find my room totally Cole stuff free. I was getting excited all over again. I through my bags down on the floor where Cole's bed used to be. After I moved some stuff around so it looked liked my room again, I headed to the kitchen to start making dinner. I loved to cook and planned to become the head chef of a big 5 star restaurant one day. By the time Cole got home from practice dinner was already finished and we sat down and ate. We rarely talked during dinner time, it was sort of our "cool off" moment, and I think Cole actually enjoyed the meals I prepared so he wouldn't dare argue. Mom always got home really late from the office, so I put her a plate up and cleaned the kitchen while Cole went take his shower. When I got finished I walked into the room just in time to see Cole come out of the bathroom with just a towel on.
"Put some clothes on dammit" I yelled at him. "Stop staring and you wouldn't be bothered" "I'm not staring at you" "Yes you are"
He was staring into my eyes with his. He had really beautiful green eyes that cold get any girl trapped just by looking at them. We both kept staring neither one of us wanting to lose. We were stopped by Cole's cellphone ringing and he left the room to talk on it. I wasn't staring at him was I? I did look at Cole a little too much especially when he was getting undressed. I didn't think anything unnatural about it, but I'm sure he noticed, and I'm sure it bothered him, which made me happy. He came back into the room with a bag his father had just dropped off. Apparently he had forgot to bring his sleeping clothes, typical idiot. Once he finished dressing I started to do my homework while he sat on the floor watching TV. When it was time for bed I heard a loud sigh and knew he was getting ready to argue over the bed again.
"Look Jake, it's my last weekend here, just sleep on the damn floor like a real host, I'm a guest here aren't I" "You're not a damn guest here. Sleep on the floor." "You know I can't sleep down here, stop being an asshole" "Not my problem" I said coldly as I walked and turned off the bedroom light to goto sleep.
Cole sat up against the wall, agitated about not having a place to sleep. I felt sorry for him.
"Fine, you can sleep on the bed ONLY tonight." I said giving in. "Ok, get your ass down here on the floor so I can goto sleep" "No you sleep at the bottom of the bed, no way am I sleeping on the floor"
He just sat there, not moving. I offered him a place to sleep, if he wanted to sit there like that, then it really wasn't my problem. Soon afterwards I drifted off to sleep with him still sitting on the floor. When I woke up I felt the next morning poking at my ass. I almost screamed when I realized Cole had got in my bed and was laying behind me, he didn't seem to notice as he was in a deep sleep. Looking at the clock I realized it was only 5:30 AM almost 30 minutes before Cole would wake up to go running. I didn't know what to do, so I just layed there. It didn't feel so bad being cuddled up to him like this, it was a weird feeling, soon I drifted back to sleep. This time I woke up at 6:15 AM and Cole was still behind me only this time he was hard and had his arm fully wrapped around me, I yelled in his ear to wake him up.
"What the hell are you doing" I yelled into his ear "What?" he said waking up slowly realizing the position we were in."What the-" he said as he jumped off of me and out of the bed. "I thought I told your ass to sleep on the floor" "You said I could take the bottom, so I did, I must have moved around in my sleep." "No one does a 180 turn in their sleep asshole" "Well I'm the first so shut up" "Your lucky I didn't mind it so much or I woulda punched you"
I froze, not realizing what I had just said, not realizing WHY i had said what I just said.
"You didn't mind it? you queer!" " I didn't mean it like that idiot" "Yea whatever"
He left the room and went to get in the shower. I layed there thinking about all that just happened. My semi-hard cock was slowly rising and I didn't know why. When he got out of the shower he had nothing but a towel on again. As I stared at him while he put his clothes on my cock continued to grow. By the time he was dressed it was at its full 7 inches and throbbing, leaking precum all over the sheets. I was aroused by my own brother! What's going on with me? I rushed to the bathroom to release the pent up tension that had been growing.
By the time Cole had got back I was in the kitchen making breakfast already. We both stopped what we were doing and stared at each other again. He broke it off though as he came towards the kitchen to get a bottle of water. As he was leaving the kitchen he leaned in over my shoulder to see what I was cooking. As he looked on I could feel his cock pressing into my ass. He just stood there for awhile watching me cook while standing behind me until I finally broke the silence.
"Don't you have a game to go to stupid" "Shut up, queer, I'm about to go now" "Stop calling me that asshole, I ain't no queer" "yea, whatever I'm not even hungry" he said as he finally left the kitchen.
I was hard again, why was he behind me like that? I almost burned the food as I sat their gazing off.
"What's for breakfast honey" my mom said as she walked into the kitchen. "Pancakes and Bacon, i have practice today so I'm gonna eat lite" "That's nice, did your brother eat" "I don't have a brother, and no he said he wasn't hungry"
She just brushed it off, she had to be used to it by now too.
"It's funny though, you guys haven't argued at all this morning, is something wrong" "No, I just don't have time to deal with idiots" "Stop calling your brother an idiot" "I call them like I see them" "Watch it, Jake!" she said.
I knew the conversation was over then, my mom didn't like the way we talked to each other but we did it anyway. I figured I'd give her a break this last weekend, she seemed to like Cole after all. Once we both ate, mom went out somewhere with her friends. I went back to my room and saw Cole putting on his football equipment. I tried to not look this time and went over to the dresser. I looked into the mirror again and started to smile. I look damn good. I saw Cole in the corner and he slowly started to walk towards me. He was standing behind me again.
"I'm looking for my wallet" "It's right there idiot" I said to him as I was looking at the mirror into his eyes. He was looking back moving his hands blindly around the dresser searching for his wallet. I could feel his cock pressing into my back again. I moved away. "there you go, look now idiot"
He grabbed his wallet and left the room with his bag. I started to get dress for soccer practice as well.
Practice was rough because I'm not really a good player but I'm trying. As usual I was worn out as I walked into my room and saw Cole sitting in my chair with nothing but a towel on.
"Get out of my chair" "There's only one chair in here, you wait until I get up" "I need to do my homework ,so I need my chair" "you wait until I get up"
I was getting angry, it was MY chair after all. He could sit on the floor like he did yesterday.
"Well I'm gonna sit in my chair so you better move"
I walked over and sat on Cole's lap, determined not to lose. We just sat there not moving until I felt his cock pressing against my ass. It felt so good, Without realizing I had stared to rock back and forth, massaging Cole's cock though the towel. It was a weird feeling having a cock between my ass, I had never touched another man this way. He was getting fully hard under the towel and i could hear small moans coming from him. He reached around and put his hand under my soccer shorts and begin to stroke my now fully hard cock. We both just sat there, enjoying giving each other pleasure. As he wrapped his other hand around me I realized he was soon at his climax. I begin to shoot my load into my shorts as his moans began to get louder. Soon I felt him shudder underneath me as he shot his load onto the towel and the floor underneath. We had been silent the whole time.
"Move" I heard him say in a raspy worn out voice, it was a tone I had never heard from him. "You wait until i get up", I told him.
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