Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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SLAM!
This happens often. Ever since I met this kid he's been a whiny little bitch, just like his father. Don't get me wrong, moving into a house full of other men was a nice change of atmosphere. Y'see it's always just been me, my mom, and my older sister. I was the only man surrounded by women.
That is until mom started dating Andy my sophomore year of high school. He proposed my senior year and we moved in. My sister had gone off to college my junior year so it was now me, my mom, Andy, and his son Cameron.
Cameron is 18 years old and a senior in high school but, acts like a 10 year old. He gets upset when I bring my girlfriend over while our parents aren't home, seeing another guy in a pair of briefs, or walking into the bathroom without knocking while one of us is getting out of the shower. Anything sexual happens in the house or catching the sight of someone's manhood he has a fit and storms off to his room and slams the door. Which is exactly what just happened.
"Heh-heh." I laugh as I scrub the towel down my abs and dry off my thick, uncut, 6 inch soft dick and orange sized ball sack. He acts like we don't have the same equipment between our legs.
Andy on the other hand was more comfortable and open with these things but, sometimes homophobic. He's also very insecure and whines if he doesn't get enough attention or if mom is gone too long without letting him know or calling. I found out why soon after we moved in.
I had woken up in the middle of the night with the need to for a drink and to take a piss. I had gotten my drink and was making my way down the hall to the bathroom when a flash of light caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I looked to see Andy's tall, hairless, naked hyde, faint abs, bolder biceps, light, peachy complexion, a head of messy, blonde hair faded along the sides and back, and thin, cut, 5 inch hard cock standing up from his body, and walnut sized balls. No wonder he's so insecure, I thought. He has a small dick. I laughed and continued to the bathroom and off to bed knowing that I was gonna poke a little fun in the morning.
I woke up the next morning and sat at the table to eating a bowl of cereal before getting ready for school. Andy had come out of the bathroom form his morning shower, getting ready for work, wrapped in a towel and headed into the kitchen for a drink.
"Morning, Tyler." Andy says opening the fridge.
"Morning, pencil dick." I respond and Andy spits his orange juice back into his cup.
He slams the door and stumbles to turn around because the corner of the towel has been caught in the fridge and pulls off, dropping to the floor. He takes the edge and his two paws to cover himself, "What?"
"Don't worry, I already saw you naked last night. You got a small dick so I nicknamed you Pencil Dick."
"Asshole."
"You'll get used to it."
About a week later I woke up to the smell of greasy bacon and eggs. I had taken a quick shower and back in my room I had just pulled off my towel when the door opened.
"Hey, Tyler breakfast is— shit." Andy said swinging the door open and quickly covering his face with the side of his face as I covered my junk with the towel. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"That'll happen when you don't knock. What? Did you figure, Tyler has been making fun of my little dick for the past week so it's only fair to see what he's packing?" I respond sarcastically.
"No that's not it at all. I just wanted to tell you breakfast is ready." Andy answers with a hint of guilt in his voice.
"Sure you don't wanna peek?" I ask teasing, moving the towel to reveal my impressive manhood.
Andy's fingers open up as his eye pokes through and he rushed out of my room, "Fuck that's big!" He exclaims softly.
I pulled on a pair of low-rise briefs that really make the package look good, just to rub it in a little more and went to grab my breakfast. I walked into the kitchen with my dick print on full display and trimmed pubes out in the open. As I grabbed a plate Andy turned around, "Tyler, uh—" He stops himself and leans back on the counter pulling his fingers around his mouth and chin as he sees the bulge of manhood I'm packing. "I uh... could you keep what just happened between us? It's just... looking at another guys dick and being naked around them... it's kinda gay."
"Sure, Andy. I guess but, you go to the gym, the locker room everybody's naked. Looking at my dick doesn't make you gay just like not caring about naked men in the locker isn't gay."
"Thanks."
Over the course of the next year nudity around the house became the norm for me while Andy became a bit more comfortable and started walking around in his briefs, causing a problem for Cameron. But, there was something I had a problem with. Andy's insecure antics had caused a blow out between him and my mom. From the time they got together I made one thing clear, I don't care what they do in bed as long as I don't see it or hear it. They promised me they would abide by this. They broke that promise last night as their make up sex had gotten enormously loud.
After drying myself off this morning I left my room and into the kitchen where Andy sat with his morning coffee, reading his paper in nothing but a robe, only one side covering himself. As I walk by he looks and smiles at me, "Morning, Tyler."
I sigh and respond, "We need to talk."
He doesn't take his eyes off his paper, "What's up?"
The anger of our agreement being broken and now this lack of eye contact has just pissed me off. So I rip the paper from his hands and throw it behind me slamming my hand down on the table in front of him. "I said we need to talk."
"Oh... I—I'm sorry. What's wrong?" Andy answers nervously.
