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As I sat there on Cole's lap, I looked over to the mirror and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Did that just actually happen? What happens now? As much as I loved looking at my face the look of shock on it was too much to take. I had to get up.
As I got off his lap, I accidentally stepped in the semen on the floor. Great, more embarrassment I thought. I was sure Cole was going to break out laughing at the thought of my foot in his jizz but there was nothing. I looked back at him and saw him gazing at the ground. Almost afraid to look at me or himself for that matter. Even after I went to clean myself off in the bathroom and cleaned the stuff up off the floor he was still sitting there with that look on his face. I just ignored him and went to prepare dinner.
I figured I'd cook Cole's favorite food since it was his last night here. He loved my sirloin steaks more than anything I cooked. I loved being in the kitchen cooking. It made me focus on the task at hand and not anything else that could cloud my mind, something I needed desperately right now. But as much as I tried to not think about what had just happened, I couldn't block it out. I just had my step-brothers boner between my ass checks and I liked the feeling. He even played with my cock until I came. So unbelievable. Does this make me gay? I don't think I'm gay. I can't be gay. I have a girlfriend and girls bodies excite me. This is frustrating. I wish Cole would speak so we could sort this thing out.
Just as I had thought that I heard the water running in the bathroom. I'm glad hes not still sitting in that chair, maybe we could talk about this now. He came out of the bathroom and went and sat at the dining room table. I'm guessing he was pretty hungry after the day hes had. When the food was done I made a plate for him and placed it on the counter in the kitchen.
"Come get your plate" I told him.
There was no reply. I thought for sure he'd reply with something like "bring it here jackass" or something. A few moments later, much to my amazement, he got up,came over to the counter and grabbed the plate, still avoiding any eye contact with me. He went back to the table and began eating his food in silence. I made my plate and sat directly opposite of him.
"It's probably not as good as it usually is. My mind kept wandering and I think I overcooked it. Can't stop thinking about what happened earlier"
He dropped his fork as he heard those words. As if I had just hit him in the back of the neck or something. he picked it back up and continued eating though, still not saying a word.
"Did you guys win the game today?"
No reply.His silence is just making me feel worst. I wonder if he would ever talk to me again.
After we were done eating we put the plates in the dishwasher and Cole left the kitchen. I put a plate up for Mom and then followed suit. When I got in the room he was laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. If this was any other situation i would be ecstatic to see Cole in such a pathetic state, but knowing what caused him to act like this I couldn't bring myself to make fun of him. I left the room to head for the bathroom and take a much needed shower. As I washed myself in the shower I tried to imagine the image of Sharen so I could jack off to something normal. I imagined her attempting to give me a blow job but the whole thing seemed more hilarious then erotic. I guess I've never imagined her like that. Then my mind wandered to the events that happened just a few hours ago. I got hard in an instant. I quickly turned the water to cold and soaked myself until my hard on went away. What's wrong with me?
After my shower I went back in the room. I only had a towel on since I forgot to grab my night clothes. Cole was still laying there staring at the ceiling but when he noticed I came in he quickly glanced at me and turned away. Poor guy must be taking it harder then me, I thought. I grabbed a pair of boxers from my drawer and gave myself the traditional once over in the mirror. This is usually the time where Cole would say "ugly people make mirrors crack" or something like that but I knew it wasn't coming tonight. I think as much as I hated Cole, I had grown to like the way we made jokes.
I got into bed and prepared to go to sleep when for the first time since earlier Cole spoke.
"Thanks for dinner Jake" he almost sounded nervous.
"Whatever" I said, although I was really glad he was talking again.
"Don't you mean you're welcome jerk?" Cole snapped back. Finally back to himself I thought.
"If I didn't say it, it's not what I meant." I wasn't going to lose this after all this silence.
"It's what normal people say when someone thanks them"
"Who says I'm normal?"
Even as I was saying it I had realized I had killed this conversation. Normal, there's the word of the day. What we did today was definitely not normal. My question was followed with silence as I expected. The silence was broken by the sound of Mom's keys in the door that could be heard through out the whole house. Soon after that you could here her heals clanking down the hallway to our bedroom. She opened the door and turned on the light. We both stirred. I noticed Cole was back to staring at the ceiling.
"I see you cooked sirloins today Jake, that was thoughtful of you. I'm sure your brother must think so too right Cole? she said.
"And who is this brother you speak of?" I replied.
"Get bent" Cole was speaking again.
"Can't you two get along this last night? Who knows when you guys will get to see each other again outside of school." Mom pleaded.
Neither of us said anything.
"Sleeping on the floor tonight honey?" Mom asked Cole. "Why don't you share the bed with him Jake?"
"It's ok Melissa" Cole quickly spoke. "I'm fine down here,"
"If you say so then I guess it's ok. Night boys." She turned the light back off and left the room.
"You could sleep at the bottom again if you want you know" I informed Cole.
"I said I was ok down here, just let it go"
"I remember you saying that last night and yet you still ended up here"
"Well I mean it tonight."
I dropped it after that. I figured he didn't want to accidentally end up in the same position as last time. I still wanted to talk about what happened today though. I couldn't let him move out without us discussing it."
"Hey Cole, you woke?" I asked. I figured I would approach this nicely. There wasn't a reply but I saw him move and face my direction. "Do you think what we did today was gay, I mean, does this make us gay or something?"
He instantly sprung up from his spot on the floor and rushed over to the bed. I sat up not exactly sure what was going to happen. As soon as he got in ranged he grabbed me by the neck with his right hand and yelled as low as he could so Mom couldn't here.
"I'm not fucking gay! And if you ever tell anyone what happened today I swear I will beat the shit out of you!" He had a look more of fear rather then anger on his face, although I couldn't be too sure in this darkness. Out of all the times we've argued we rarely came into physical contact. I was shocked that he actually grabbed me. I knocked his hand away from my throat and climbed off my bed. He stood up and we were standing face to face in the darkness.
"Don't ever touch me like that again, jackass!" I yelled back at him. "Don't think you can push me around cause it's not going to happen! All I wanted was to talk about this normally and figure out what the hell just happened. You've been sulking like a baby all day instead of talking about this with me like normal people. If anyone has the right to be angry it's me."
"Look Jake" His voice was shaking, if the lights were on I might even be able to clarify some tears "I don't know what happened today and I don't want to talk about it." Finally he was calm. He moved back down to the floor and sat. I sat on the edge of my bed "I'm not gay, but It just felt so good I got caught up in it. I've been really horny for awhile with Janice not giving me any."
"You said a lot for someone not wanting to talk about it." This was sure to start an argument but I figured this wasn't the appropriate time so I quickly changed the subject, "I'm not gay either but It did feel good. I'm just as guilty as you are with this"
"Shit Jake, what's wrong with us?"
"We just got caught up in the moment, that's all."
"Yea, besides, no one could resist the feel of that nice ass you have"
"I know huh, It's pretty awesome. I love looking at it in the mirror"
"I love looking at it too"
He froze. I could tell that was something that was never meant to be said. It was still nice hearing it though. To know that someone like Cole who declares his hate for me daily, likes at least one thing about me gives me a good feeling; even if it is pretty weird for him to like my ass. I didn't want this conversation to end though.
"Eh? You like it better then Janice's?"
He was probably contemplating whether or not he was going to answer that, but after a few moments he finally answered.
"I guess I do." Cole was getting pretty comfortable talking about it now. "How did you like my cock between your ass? Was it better then Sharen's?"
"Ha..ha..Your making jokes now? Did you like the feel of my cock in my hand?" This conversation was making me hard again.
"Not really, It was pretty small."
"Yea right, I bet you loved it."
It got silent again. I figured this was getting a bit too weird and he just wanted to end it there, but after he got finished thinking he got up off the floor and sat down on the bed beside me. It was pretty dark in the room so neither of us could see much. I wondered what was going to happen next. As soon as I got up the nerve to ask him what was going on, I felt his hand on my shoulder moving up and down my chest and down my leg. I knew what he was looking for. I grabbed his hand and held it in mine for a bit. I couldn't believe this was happening again. I took his hand and slid it under my boxers. He instantly grabbed my now raging hardon and started to stroke it. It felt so good. He was playing with the head and rubbing the precum all around it. I felt his other hand reaching for mine and I knew he wanted me to do the same. The feel of another mans cock in my hand was amazing. I almost came as soon as I touched his cock and heard him let out a small moan. It had to be
bigger then mine. We both just sat there stroking each others cocks on the edge of my bed. I was in heaven.
"Fuck yes Jake" Cole hissed out. As soon as I heard those words I erupted into his hand. The sound of his voice drove me wild. I don't think I've ever came that hard in my life. So much pleasure. Such a great feeling. Shot after shot kept coming out. My orgasm must have sent Cole over the edge because I felt the cum rushing out of his hard cock all over my hand. His load was even more then mine.
"That was amazing Cole. I don't even know what to think now." I pulled my hand form his boxers and played with the cum in my hands, still on a high from the amazing orgasm I just had.
"Me either but that was one amazing hand job"
"Was that a compliment?!" A compliment from Cole, lots of amazing things happening today. "Thanks"
"Whatever" Cole replied.
More to come. Sorry it took so long to get the second chapter out. Life grabbed ahold of me. Suggestions? Comments? email me at yokuzeo@yahoo.com.