This is the first story I've ever actually finished and my first ever upload to Literotica. I hope you like it!
I'd always wanted a sister. Instead, I got a jock-bro step brother.
Even though we were both 18, and both seniors in the same high school, we couldn't be more different.
"Hey slut," Brandon sneered. He loved to call me unpleasant nicknames. Nerdboy, dickhead, bitchboy, etc. Recently he'd added slut and whore to his roster.
I didn't need to look up from my laptop to know he was probably leaning against the doorway of my room, looking self-satisfied as usual with his 'ingenious' nicknames for me. When I first met him, I thought he was hot. Tall, blonde, muscular.
"What do you want, jockboy?" I asked disinterestedly. He hated when I called him that. More than any other rude nickname that I could think of.
"I just wanted to let you know that Dad and Linda just left to go do groceries. They'll probably be gone awhile," he said.
"Cool... And what does that have to do with me?"
"Well, I made sure to ask Linda to buy me some condoms. God, she wants to fuck me so bad. I can just tell," he said smugly. I rolled my eyes without looking up from my laptop. I didn't bother replying. His constant talk of fucking my mom -- his stepmom -- really used to bother me. But then I realised that Mom was into men with intelligence, not dumb high school boy jocks.
"What're you working on bitchboy? Some weird nerd erotica?"
"Yeah, actually," I replied, swiveling in my chair to look at him. There he was, over 6 feet of him, leaning against the door frame, muscular arms crossed, looking smug. Fucker. "It's a fem-dom male humiliation piece about a tiny dick jock boy who gets aroused by people teasing him about his tiny dick," I replied with a straight face. "It's inspired by you actually." His only reaction was to narrow his eyes menacingly at me.
"Ha ha very funny," he sneered at me.
I swiveled back around to face my laptop, "Thanks, I try. Now go away so I can finish describing his tiny little micro dick."
Instead of leaving, I heard him walk into my room, and then the noise of my bed as he sat down. I didn't look up, instead I ignored him, assuming he would get bored and leave.
After a few minutes I heard the sound of fabric moving, and then the sound of the bed making noises as he moved. The noises got more and more annoying as I tried to ignore him. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I swiveled around in my chair to see what the hell he was doing.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, BRANDON!?" I demanded, though it was perfectly clear what he was doing.
He was lying back on my bed, with his feet on the floor. He had pulled his pants down a little, and his semi erect cut cock was in his hand. I felt my dick twitch.
Brandon's only response was a casual "Come suck my dick."
"No, what the fuck?! I don't want to suck your dick,"
"Oh, come on. Come suck it a little"