"You fuckin' asshole! You fuckin' cheated!"
That was my younger brother... and that was his dirty mouth spilling out lies once again.
I've lost count on how many times I beat Donny at Mario Kart and he still whines and complains about me cheating. He's such a loser...
"Rematch? I'm assuming..." I say with a cocky grin.
"What's the fucking point? Your gonna cheat anyway." He said.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed.... And you should too." I say. I get up and turn off the game.
"Besides don't you have the ACT's tomorrow?" I say.
"Fuck the ACT, that test can kiss my fucking hairy ass!" He shouted.
"Dude, chill out... I know your mad but damn get over it, we can play tomorrow." I say.
"Fuck it, I'm going to bed." He said then getting up and running up stairs.
"Soooo ....freaking... Immature." I say to myself wrapping up the cords to the game consoles.
Donny has always acted this way when we played games. I always wondered why I agreed to playing with him because it always ends up the same way with him cursing like a sailor and running away like a 12 year old.
He's 18 but thats what he acts like. You would never guess he was 18 looking at him either because he looks like a grown man.
Unfortunately, I got all the bad genes in my family, I looked 17 instead of 23. I had some acne, I still have braces, I wear contacts replacing my old glasses. Even worse I was skinny and I couldn't pack any weight on me if McDonalds was giving me free burgers everyday.
Donny, on the other hand, was... excuse my french... a fucking stallion. He was exactly what I wanted to look like. Looking like a sexier copy of our father with muscle on top of muscle, he's tall, and has the most beautiful blue eyes ever. He was hairy just like dad too and that was a huge turn on. I truly envied him...
But with the sexiness comes the bad attitude... I guess...
He wasnt very popular in school even though he should have been because of his amazing looks. He's very reserved and quiet... thats until he comes home.
I often wondered why he didn't seemed interested in dating anyone and my gaydar was going off everytime I was around him so it was hard to tell.
As soon as I got upstairs, I heard the shower on in his room. I peaked through the crack of his door and saw that he was getting undressed. To be honest this was the first time I ever seen him strip before.
His room was a mess like usual but my focus was soon forced back on him when he turned around and his dick was facing me. I stood there with my mouth down to the ground.
His dick looked like a good 6 to 7 inches and not hard. His big chest was covered with a nice mat of hair and his legs were incredible!
The more I looked at him the more I wanted to punch my parents for screwing me over so bad. I stared back at his face and he still looked upset about the game. He grabbed his towel and walked into the bathroom.
I went in my room, changed into my boxers and T, and laid down on the bed, feeling like I just lost ten games in a row. I checked my body out.... I wasnt bad and I wasnt ugly either.
I had washboard abs, and a pretty nice butt and I can tan unlike Donny. I had my mom's body, minus the tits. I could be a pretty boy if I didnt have the braces and the acne on the side of my face.
I laid there for a while reading the last of my book when my door suddenly flew open startling me.
"Dude what the fuck?! Can you knock?!!!" I shout.
"Let's rematch right now." He demanded.
He looked like he literally just got out of the shower with the towel still around his waist and water dripping from his face and body.
"Donny, we can play tomorrow man. Just go to bed." I say more calmly.
"No, we gotta settle this fucking shit right now." He demanded again.
Now I knew Donny would never hit me, but at the moment he looked like he would kill me if I didn't do what he said. Instead of arguing about it, I just gave in and said okay.
I followed him back downstairs. I watched him the whole time as I looked at his big beautiful body, confidently walking to the living room. I watched the water droplets on his back slide down into dark space under his towel.
My dick started to grow, and unfortunately it was very noticeable in these white boxer briefs....
He turned the game back on and I sat down on the couch. We were both in silence, and it was the most awkward silence yet.
We choose our characters and started the game.
His eyes were so focused on the game it was ridiculous, but I tried my best not focus on his half naked body right across from me.
I won three games already and it we had one more to go. He was looking more pissed by the second and I wasn't saying anything. I was getting nervous.... I didnt know what he would do if he lost this round. I thought about just letting him win but I knew he would know.
That's when it happen....
It was right around the last few curves of the game when he stood up, his eyes still focused on the game. I did a quick glance at him and my eyes immediately shot directly to his towel slowly sliding off of his waist.
Then it dropped. I froze in my spot completely forgetting about the game staring at his big dick dangling right there not far from me...
"HOLY SHIT!!! I FUCKIN' WON!!! I FINALLY FUCKIN' WON THIS PIECE OF SHIT GAME!!!" He shouted.
I unfroze from my position and looked at the screen long enough to process that he did in fact, win the game... by distraction...
"Wow... uh... ummm... Congrats bro! I knew you could do it..." I say.
I turned my head back to him noticing his smiling face, and doing this weird dance, and flexing. It was just ...... strange.... BUT his dick was looking like it was growing in size.
He stopped his dancing when he noticed me staring at him. Thats when he realized that he was butt naked.
He went to pick up his towel when he stopped in mid motion. He had a this cocky expression on his face.
"Uhh Donny why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"Dude.... your drooling." he said.
I wiped my mouth feeling the warm trail of spit on the side of my mouth. Oh fuck....
