Double Teaming the Stepbro
Struggling against his playful hold, my body betrayed me. The closeness, the touch of his skin against mine, awakened a desire I had tried so hard to bury.
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The relentless thumping against the wall reverberated through my ears, punctuated by the unabated moans of pleasure.
It had been over an hour since Jonas had started his passionate escapade, and the clock now showed an unforgiving 2 a.m. With a crucial swim meet looming at noon, the incessant banging invaded my sanity.
I tossed and turned in my bed, desperately attempting to drown out the symphony of passion that echoed through the thin walls. Each moan, each rhythmic collision, only intensified the torment of my sleep-deprived state.
But an overwhelming curiosity gripped me, refusing to let go. What was he doing to her? The cacophony of their passion invaded my senses. I couldn’t resist the urge to get up and seek solace in a bowl of cereal from the kitchen.
Living with Jonas had become unbearable, but finding a random roommate wasn’t an option, and I couldn’t afford the rent alone. Juggling school, training, and a part-time job at Bubba’s Grill left me with hardly any time for myself.
As Jonas swaggered into the kitchen, draped lazily in a sheet, oblivious to my irritation, a conflicting surge of attraction and annoyance pulsed through me.
It was a perilous tango, a dance on the edge of taboo. What had come over me? We aren’t blood-related, so there’s nothing wrong with me wanting Jonas to fuck me silly.
The memories of that drunken kiss from last semester played in my mind, a haze of blurred recollections cloaked by the intoxicating fog of alcohol. Blame it on the alcohol.
“Pour me a bowl, will ya? I’m starving,” he requested, nonchalant.
“Yes, Master,” I replied with a hint of sarcasm, unable to resist a playful jab. “I would, but some jerk polished off all the milk.”
“My bad,” he admitted casually, snagging an apple from the fruit bowl.
“Hey, I was saving that!”
“You snooze, you lose, bro,” he said, leaning against the counter with a carefree attitude.
“Get your own shit!” I said, digging my spoon into the bowl of cereal that lacked even a drop of milk.
“Too busy,” he said, chomping down on the apple with an audible crunch, oblivious to basic table manners, as he chewed with his mouth wide open.
“With what? You hardly go to class. Your lackeys do your coursework for you,” I fired back, unable to hold back my exasperation.
“Just living that player’s life,” he smirked, his confidence unyielding.
I rolled my eyes, the familiarity of our banter becoming an everyday occurrence. It was a constant battle of wits and egos, our lives intertwined under this suffocating roof.
“What time’s your swim meet, Tyler?” he asked, attempting to inject a semblance of genuine interest.
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his motives. “You’re not serious.”
“Might be some hotties there,” he admitted, tossing the apple core dismissively into the trash. He motioned to the pantry.
“Hey, I was looking for the honey, I thought I saw — ”
“Why?” I interrupted.
“I wanted to put some on my… you know,” he grinned devilishly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You think I’d let you waste my expensive honey on your sex games?” I swiftly moved to block him. In an instant, his arms were wrapped around my neck, yanking me down to the floor. His sheet slipped away, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
Struggling against his playful hold, my body betrayed me. The closeness, the touch of his skin against mine, awakened a desire I had tried so hard to bury.
“Are you going to give me the honey?” he teased, his fingers tickling my sensitive skin.
“Cut it out!” A mix of laughter and tears escaped me in a breathless whirlwind. I relented and grabbed the sheet to cover the raging hard-on escaping my shorts.
“I’ll make sure to replace it. Enjoy handling that…situation down there,” he said, his smirk unyielding. He casually walked back to his room, flaunting his toned build. What a tease.
I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and sent a text: “We’re all set for 7 tonight.”
“What about Jonas?” he asked.
“I’ve got it covered,” I replied, flashing a mischievous grin.
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As I glided through the water, each stroke propelling me closer to the last lap, a surge of determination coursed through my veins. The taste of victory lingered on my lips, a seductive promise.
Luke Green, the embodiment of swimming prowess, matched my pace. With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed my body, stretching sinew and muscle, desperate to touch that wall before him. And with a burst of exultation, Auburn claimed the crown!
My hands soared into the air, craving the touch of adoration from the roaring crowd. The thunderous beat of victory reverberated in my chest as I reveled in their cheers, my voice joining theirs in a euphoric chorus of “War Eagle!”
We dashed toward the stands, our fingers brushing against the outstretched hands of devoted fans. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Jonas indulging in his own victory, spreading his high-fives.
Luke approached, his outstretched hand a bridge between us, pulling us closer in a bro embrace. “Congrats, man,” his voice rumbled, his palm lingering a moment longer, teasingly grazing my ass.
A coy smile curved my lips. My breath still quickened from the exhilaration of the race. “You were so close. Coming up from behind,” I said, relishing the subtle playfulness in my words.
He scanned our surroundings, his eyes darting with a tantalizing mix of caution and mischief. A flicker of desire danced in his gaze.
“Still on for tonight?” he said. His tongue darted out, teasingly moistening his lips.
My breath hitched. My voice dropped to a whisper. A secret shared. “Seven o’clock, right?”
“Jonas?” He raised his brow.
I nodded my head to reassure him. Just last year we were rivals…now we’re banging. This wasn’t on my bingo card.
“Nice!” he said, retreating to the lockers.
Emerging from the locker room, I caught Jonas perched on the bleachers, his eyes magnetically drawn to my triumphant presence. Dressed in Auburn’s vibrant orange and blue, he stood as a tempting enigma, beckoning me closer with each step. “Impressive,” he murmured, awe dripping from his words like honey.
A smile played mischievously on my lips as I settled beside him, the space between us pulsating with a silent understanding. I casually pulled my leg close, encircling it with my arm, allowing our bodies to exist within the shared intimacy. Resting my chin on my knee, I met his gaze.
“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” I asked, urging him to reveal his thoughts.
His dark locks framed his face, highlighting the warmth in his deep eyes, while the snug orange polo shirt clung to his toned physique. Those eyes, pools of secrets and allure, beckoned me closer, inviting me to drown within their depths. And those eyebrows, thick and captivating, possessed an enchanting power over me.
A hint of shyness colored his voice as he broke the silence. “We’ve got a game against the Kappas today. Planning a Social afterward. I can give you a ride home, and we can head out together,” he offered his words hanging with a touch of vulnerability.
A wistful smile played upon my lips as I responded, delicately choosing my words. “Wish I could, but I already made plans,” I confessed, a hint of mystery adding intrigue to my tone.
His eyes searched mine, suspicion flickering beneath the surface. “What kind of plans?” he pressed, his curiosity yearning for answers. “A date, maybe?”
A coy smile stretched across my face, teasing the corners of my lips. A secret danced just beyond his grasp. “I wouldn’t call it a date,” I teased, savoring the intoxicating dance of intrigue between us. “Just plans, Jonas. But hey, how about we do something when you get home?” I held back a full smile, knowing my plan was falling into place.
“Yeah, sure,” he replied, a tinge of disappointment tinging his voice.
Gathering my gear, I made my way toward the exit. His words trailed behind me, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap I was intentionally creating. “What time-”
“Just swing by my room when you get home.” I interrupted, flashing him a knowing smile as I headed out the door.
As the clock ticked closer to seven, I hurriedly gave myself a once-over in the mirror. My phone chimed, delivering yet another unwelcome overdraft notice. My bank account was teetering on the edge of negative digits, and with my jam-packed training schedule, finding extra work was like finding a unicorn. Bubba’s Grill gig barely kept me afloat.
Realizing the state of my room, I scrambled to tidy up the chaos. Everything scattered on the floor found a temporary refuge in the closet, and I swiftly changed the sheets on the bed. Positioning my trusty camera above the door, a great spot to capture the action.
And then, a knock interrupted my last-minute prep. Taking a deep breath, I swung open the door. “Hey!”
Luke greeted me with a kiss. “You’re looking good,” he said.
I motioned for him to come inside. “Want a drink before we head out?” I asked.
“What’s on tap?”
“Well, we’ve got PBR, Bud, or some red wine I opened a few days ago,” I offered, revealing the limited options in my fridge.
“PBR works for me,” he decided, taking a seat on the couch. I noticed his nervous tapping, a sign he was feeling as anxious as I was.
“Is Jonas here?” Luke asked, drumming his fingers on his thigh.
“Nah, he’ll be back later,” I reassured him, handing him a beer to calm his nerves.
“Just excited, I guess,” Luke admitted, taking a long sip of his beer.
Sitting beside him, my hand naturally found its place on his thigh. “You know,” I began, my voice filled with anticipation. “What if we skipped the masks and instead blurred our faces? The allure of the unknown will leave everyone guessing.”
“I dig it. Three college jocks getting wild, especially with the step bro twist. We could turn it into a series called ‘Double Teaming the Stepbro.’ We could stop betting on the meets.” Luke proposed with a mischievous grin.
“Good idea!” I said, rising up from the couch. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me of my growing hunger. “I’m starving, let’s go.”
“How about some roadhead?” I offered as we made our way out to get dinner.
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Luke pressed me against the wall, his hands firmly grasping my backside as I fumbled to find the keys in the darkness.
I pushed him back slightly to unlock the door, feeling his lips trail along my neck as I struggled with the lock. With the door finally open, we stumbled into the darkness, shedding layers of clothing as we navigated our way to my bedroom.
When we reached the room, Luke kicked off his shoes and pulled me onto the bed.
My heart pounded in my chest as his warm tongue traced a tantalizing path from my navel, teasingly gliding along my defined abs and lingering sensually at my nipple.
His teeth sank into my flesh, sending a delicious shiver down my spine as he sucked and licked on my neck, just below my ear. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, drove me wild. Suddenly, with a swift motion, he flipped me over onto my back, his hands expertly peeling off my jeans.
My briefs strained with anticipation, tenting in response to the intoxicating sensations. Luke’s mouth descended, wrapping his lips on the side of my throbbing dick through the fabric, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. I guided his movements, my hands urging him to tease me further.
With a deliberate motion, he peeled down my briefs, exposing my aching shaft to the dimly lit room. A commanding presence radiated from him as he sat back on his legs, his eyes locked onto me. In a voice that dripped with seductive power, he uttered those enticing words, “Take them off, slowly.” His command fueled my desire, intensifying the anticipation that pulsed through my veins.
Eagerly complying, I lifted my hips, gradually sliding my briefs down my legs. As they pooled around my ankles, he seized my legs, swiftly pushing them towards my chest. The surge of vulnerability mixed with desire sent a thrill down my spine.
“Wait,” I interjected, my hand reaching for the camera remote on the nightstand. With a few clicks, we were recording. “Remember,” a mischievous glint in my eyes, “act like the camera isn’t there.”
Assuming the previous position, lifting my legs in the air. Luke’s tongue dragged up and down between my cheeks.
Fisting the sheets, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of his wet tongue slowly entering me. He knew what he was doing. My moans grew louder as he feasted on me, priming it for his cock.
“You taste amazing,” he said, dragging his fingertips along my inner thigh.
Pre-cum oozed from my dick and flowed down to my balls. His tongue lapped underneath my smooth low hangers, taking each one into his mouth, sucking and licking until they retreated.
His fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking it before wrapping his warm mouth around the head. He flicked his tongue over my slit before my cock disappeared down his throat.
He slipped his finger inside me and continued to service my dick. Possessed with pleasure, his finger feverishly glided in and out of me. When he felt I could take more, he introduced another, then a third — preparing me for his thickness.
“You’re going to make me blow,” I breathed, my voice heavy with desire and anticipation. The words escaped my lips as I surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through me. Luke’s touch had ignited a fire within me, and I could feel the intensity building.
A mischievous glimmer danced in Luke’s eyes as he absorbed my words, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He understood the power he held over me, the ability to push me to the edge and beyond. His fingers tightened their grip around the base of my cock, teasing and stroking, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through my body.
His voice dripped with seduction as he responded, his breath hot against my ear. “Well, we don’t want that to happen… not yet,” he whispered, his words laced with a hint of playful restraint. He was in control, determined to prolong the exquisite torture.
I surrendered myself to his expert touch, the sensation of his warm, wet mouth enveloping the head of my cock. His tongue flicked over my sensitive slit, teasing and taunting, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. I moaned, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations that consumed me.
A surge of pleasure coursed through me, intensifying the pleasure radiating from my core. He worked his fingers in and out of my tight opening, a skilled conductor playing the symphony of my desires. With each movement, he prepared me for what was to come, stretching and tantalizing me.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” I gasped, my voice laced with a mix of admiration and need. The pleasure he was bestowing upon me was beyond words, a tantalizing dance of sensations that threatened to push me over the fucking edge.
His movements grew more fervent, his fingers pumping into me with a purposeful rhythm, matching the pace of his talented mouth on my cock. The intensity escalated, pushing me closer to the precipice of ecstasy. I could feel the pressure building within me, the tension coiling like a spring ready to be released.
In a moment of primal need, I locked eyes with Luke, our gazes filled with raw desire and shared lust. “I’m close,” I managed to utter, my voice strained with the urgency.
He didn’t falter, his touch never wavering. Instead, he leaned in and delivered a firm slap against my cheek, the sharp sting of his palm mingling with the pleasure coursing through my body. It was a sensory overload, a symphony of pleasure and pain.
With a breathless exhale, he withdrew, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat glistened on his skin, a testament to the intensity. I reached out, my hands exploring his sculpted physique, reveling in the sensation of his warmth against my fingertips.
My eyes were drawn to a subtle movement near the partially cracked door. A shadowy figure lingered in the darkness. I rose from the bed, my naked form exposed, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
With a swift motion, I swung the door open, revealing the face we had anticipated. “Jonas!” My voice hung in the air, charged with a mix of anticipation and desire.
I stood there, vulnerable yet empowered, my body glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. Turning my gaze towards Luke, who lay on the bed with a self-assured grin, I could sense his shared excitement.
He stood in the doorway, a flurry of emotions playing across his face — overwhelm, arousal, and confusion intertwined. “You told me to stop by,” he stammered. His eyes flickered between Luke and me, a subtle hunger awakening within him.
With a deliberate movement, I reached down and began to stroke my dick, the silent invitation hanging heavy in the air. Jonas’s gaze followed my every motion, his own arousal evident beneath the fabric of his gym shorts.
“We’re making a movie,” I said, my voice laced with a mixture of seduction and playful invitation. I gestured to the camera perched above the door.
Jonas absently rubbed the back of his neck as he absorbed the scene. A mischievous grin danced upon his lips, a glint of excitement sparkling in his eyes. “Well, I guess it’s time for my close-up,” he said, shedding his shirt swiftly before climbing onto the bed.
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