"Dan! Get the fuck out of bed. I'm gonna be late because of you!" I heard my brother scream. It only led me to cover my ears with the pillows. What the fuck was Stefan's problem? It was fucking 6 in the morning.
I was just about nodding off when suddenly I felt two powerful arms yank me off the bed. Now, I know I'm not the strongest of men, but I am a decent 5'8'' and am pretty toned if I do say so myself.
I growled and kicked as hard as I could; but it was in vain.
Meet Stefan. AKA, my stepbrother from hell. We were in the same year at college, and he was taller, stronger and better at everything than I was. It was so fucking frustrating.
I groaned and opened my eyes. "What the fuck man?" I asked groggily.
Stefan glared at me and said, "Dude, it's fucking 7!"
Shit! My watch probably stopped working!
"Alright, I'll be ready in a sec." I said, and ran the fuck into the bathroom.
It was only then that I realized that I had a raging boner. My cock was your average 5-6 inches. Nothing to boast about, but it wasn't bad either.
I got to work quickly, stroking my dick hard and fast and willing myself to orgasm as quickly as possible. Elena, my girlfriend, flashed through my mind, and I came quickly. I showered as fast as I could and made my way downstairs. My dad was off to work, and my stepmother Stacey was busy making pancakes for us.
My heart skipped a beat when I walked into the living room. Stefan was lifting weights as he did every morning before college. I had never been with a man before, and never wanted to be. Elena was my steady girlfriend from past 5 years. Now, things weren't going great with us, but we managed. She was smokin' hot.
My thoughts flew back to Stefan as I saw him clench his biceps. He was 6'3'' and muscular as hell. He was captain of the soccer team, and had short blonde hair. I on the other hand, had short black curls.
Every time Stefan lifted the dumbbells, his pectorals tightened and the buttons on his shirt-down threatened to pop loose. His biceps tore at the sleeves and I couldn't help but glance at his crotch.
I didn't get a glimpse of his cock, but judging by the bulge, I could say it was bigger than mine... Way bigger.
Stefan caught me looking, and smirked, "Bet your girlfriend is tired of your puny body, eh?"
I rolled my eyes and buried the shame deep in me. She probably was. Ever since Stefan came into my life, I caught her looking at him with her eyes glazed over with lust and Stefan played the devil. He gave her a show every time, by just walking around in his boxers. And like most of his clothing, his boxers too were tight around his body. His ass was tight and glorified, and his cock strained to pop out.
I hated to admit it, but whenever he walked around semi-naked, I got a raging hard on.
I realized I spaced out for a while when Stefan barked at me, "Let's go man!"
I grabbed a pancake and doused it in syrup, gulping it down quickly before I left the house. Stefan's family was rich. His dad left them with a healthy amount of cash before he divorced Stacey, and his mum with her 36DD breasts, was a bikini model.
