"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.
