1.
This is what you need to know about Giovanni Pasquale. He's twenty, and lives at home with me, his brother, and our mother. He talks about moving out, but never does. You know the type. He's kind of a Guido, with the shittiest taste in everything, including his stupid diamond earring big as a doorknob. He can't manage almost anything, including his girlfriends and their drama. He's gotten two of them pregnant so far, and neither of these girls was an Einstein but they were both smart enough to get abortions instead of making a baby be born with Gio as a father.
Still, he does some things well. He's a natural athlete without hardly trying. He's amazing at baseball when he wants to be. That's what everyone says anyway, I'm not such an expert.
So he's in good shape even though he has no discipline at all. He eats like a fucking horse but it just goes to his muscles, which are all smooth and curved. He gets along with guys real easy, even our asshole father. Shit just rolls off his back, y'know?
And me? I spent a summer sucking his cock.
I always had a thing for Gio. He's always so fucking horny, and trying to get with girls for as long as I can remember. His browser history was my entree into porno, and I loved seeing what he got off to. And like I said, he's in shape. Not like bodybuilder shape or anything, but his proportions were just right -- flat abs, the way his chest swells up with a couple of perfect, soft-looking nipples just begging to be sucked on.
He was only a little hairy on top, but he kept it shaved, like grooming was his religion, except for those dark nests in his pits that disappeared right into his biceps. When he walked by, you could almost feel the heat radiating off him, that kind of dumb, physical energy that was just him.
Unless it's freezing cold he mostly has no use for shirts anyway, so almost all year it's a free tit show, all his muscles rolling under his skin. A lot of girls say he's cute, but mostly I see his hawk nose and his too groomed hair. But he does have a nice shape to his face, and a cute mouth, I have to admit. Every time he moved, it was a view you didn't want to miss.
But it's really more the body that does it for me, and his fucking OCD about getting laid. As his brother I see more of him than anyone. I've seen his cock a lot in the bathroom we share, but I can't say I ever saw it hard before last year. And he has a nice looking ass too, curved, smooth as cream and just as white.
If you think it's gross that I'm into my brother that way, there's not much I can say. Gio's around me all the time, half naked and built and, like a living sex bomb, and I happen to be susceptible to that shit. I'm into guys, duh. And even though I shoot my mouth off with people I know well, I'm super shy with strangers, and I'm eighteen, which means I don't have any fucking outlets but my hand. So sue me, I'm only human.
How did Gio end up hot, dumb and full of cum while I ended up with social anxiety, good grades and the urge to suck cock? Luck of the fucking draw, man. I figure being born a homo saved me. You might look at this unsatisfactory situation and think Gio got the better deal. But every guy my neighborhood my age but me was a screw up in school, and I always was just different. They were chasing tail and I was reading and shit.
Jerking off thinking about guys while they partied might seem pathetic, and I guess it is. But I sure wasn't going to get some girl pregnant and spend my life on a shit job paying for a kid I didn't even want. I'm going to college and getting a decent job where I get vacations and a hot boyfriend.
And I sure as hell--unlike my brother--am not getting into a fight with another douchenozzle about some skank girl, and ending up on house arrest with a motherfucking ankle bracelet. Nice going, Gio, you fucking stupe.
2.
Ma's a manager and hostess at a nice restaurant. And I mean really nice. So nice that Gio doesn't even get why anyone pays those prices because it's "not even classy", which means it's not gaudy enough for him. So Ma's not around most nights, just me and Gio making the place testosterone city.
When Ma's not at home, we eat watching TV, burp and fart, whatever. Half the time, one of us has his hand on his dick. Not jacking it, you fucking perv, just cause sometimes your hand just wants something to hold onto. One night, a while before the house arrest thing, we were watching Game of Thrones marathon together. We both liked the action, and also there's boobs for Gio, and Jon Snow for me.
Gio asked which princess I thought was hotter, the redhead or the blonde with the twisted smile. I told him neither was a princess, and he just said "you know what I mean," which I did. Gio does not sweat the details.
"That show is hot," he said, "but fucked up for that brother and sister to be doing it."
"First off," I replied, "Jon Snow's not her brother. But second, yeah, you look like you're real upset about it." I nodded to where he had his hand down his sweats.
"Whatever, man," he scoffed. "Callie thinks she's pregnant and won't fuck till she knows for sure, so I'm horny."
"Pregnant? Fuck, Gio, use a condom. Ma's gonna' go crazy."
"I can't get off with a condom," he said. "Besides she's hardly even pregnant, so why not fuck? The baby's not gonna' care."
"Man," I said, "you have a one track mind. What about oral?" I mimicked jerking a cock into an open mouth.
"With Callie?"
"No, with me, dumbshit." I had my own hand down my shorts too, from Gio talking about his fucking sex life.
