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Cody

I reached the top of the stairs and rushed into the bathroom. My hands trembled as I approached the sink, turned on the cold water, and splashed my face. What the fuck just happened? Well, I know what happened, but what did it mean?

I looked in the mirror, and a panic-stricken boy with dark brown eyes stared back at me. I didn’t know the boy in the mirror. Never met him. I gripped my heaving chest. My cargo shorts tightened because my cock pushed the excess material to the front. I lowered a hand and grabbed my still erect penis.

Fuck. My brain turned into a tempest of questions. Am I gay? Am I bi? Jesus Christ, he’s my stepbrother! It didn’t matter if I was gay or bi or pan or an alien from another galaxy. The topic of my sexuality shouldn’t have been anywhere near Rafael. The only thought that should have plagued my mind around Rafael was how best to avoid him.

I couldn’t have liked it. Who could possibly want something like that? His eyes looked vicious as he leered like a creep. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end at the memory of him whispering that garbage about sticking my ass out. He called it fat! Who does that? He’s a fucking freak!

No. No, I didn’t like it. It was disgusting. He’s disgusting. I hate Rafael. I didn’t get hard for him. He just…applied pressure…very well. Yeah, that’s what happened.

But why couldn’t I stop staring at him when he was naked? Why did a rush of excitement wash over me when he said those awful things to me?

I stumbled backwards, nearly falling into the bathtub. I didn’t want to be like this . I liked girls. I never looked at dudes in the showers. I didn’t care if other people were gay. Live and let live, right? It’s just that I wasn’t gay.

Right?

The only thing I’d ever really done was get a handjob from Trisha Graham at a Spring Fling after-party. I liked it.

Right?

Yeah, I loved it. It felt good. Did it feel as good as what happened downstairs? That, I couldn’t answer. I’d never felt anything like what happened in the dining room. It was so raw and wrong. I felt out of control and at the mercy of someone who looked unhinged as he held an everyday conversation with me in front of our parents while pressing his feet into my crotch. I felt completely out of control.

And I liked it.

Oh my God.

The bile crept to the back of my throat. I couldn’t handle it.

I loved it.

I wanted to cry.

I felt so fucking dirty and used and I loved it.

This is terrible!

I needed to get out of the house. I gripped the bathroom doorknob, ready to race to my room, grab my running shoes, and run whatever the fuck this was out of my system. The door swung open, and I crashed right into Rafael.

Rafael

Cody plowed into me before stepping back and looking up at me with two chocolate brown eyes sparkling with emotion.

“Get back in the bathroom,” I said with a voice so low and rough that it even made me tingle.

He started to protest, “Rafael, no, this isn’t—”

“Did I say you could speak?” I held his gaze. The pupils of his eyes consumed the brown, turning them black. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t.

“Be a good boy, and do what I tell you.”

Cody took a ragged breath as he backed into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it. “Take off your clothes.” He didn’t move. His eyes blinked at me, and his breathing accelerated. “Now.” I didn’t yell. I was stern. Forceful. And I could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked it. He needed it. Let go, Golden Boy.

He unceremoniously removed his shirt. Too fast. I stopped him when he dropped the shirt and hurried for his belt. “Slowly,” I commanded.

The most delicious little whimper left his mouth. He looked so bashful and innocent. So corruptible. The good boy did as I said, slowly undoing his belt buckle and unbuttoning his shorts. He slid the zipper down, revealing his white briefs. His bulge couldn’t be missed, and there was a stain of precum on his underwear.

“Slide the cargo shorts down.” He did, and they fell to his ankles. Cody clumsily kicked them away, then reached for his underwear. “No. Turn around and bend over while you slide them off. I want to get a good look at that perfect ass.”

His cheeks turned red, and goddamn, I loved it when he blushed like that. Cody turned around, slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband, and slid them down. It was slow—achingly slow. My cock was harder than a battering ram; I could have used it to break into a bank vault.

The level of arousal I was experiencing shocked me. Panic took hold as my mind questioned what the hell my cock was doing and why it was so turned on by torturing my stepbrother. I’d lost my virginity by the time I was fourteen. Rich kids from Greenwich made a habit of escaping the pressure of overbearing parents through drugs and promiscuity. I’d slept with three different girls in my life, and never had I felt the level of fiery arousal I was experiencing with Cody obeying my every command.

Fuck it. Don’t think about it.

The pale globes of his ass revealed themselves as his underwear slid down past his thighs, slowly inching their way to the floor. Cody’s ass was so fucking perfect. He stayed bent over for a moment, and I couldn’t help but rest my hand on my cock and tug at it.

Cody slowly rose to standing and looked at me over his shoulder. I’ll never forget the look on his face when his eyes met mine. He was so eager for my approval. His eyes screamed their plea, begging me to appreciate the smooth lines of his body.

“That’s a good boy.”

He smiled. He fucking smiled, and I nearly fell head over feet. This was what Cody Bramble needed. The tight little knot of emotions needed untangling—needed me to untangle him. We stood like that for a long moment with our chests heaving.

“Get in the shower,” I said.

He hurried into the tub. Fuck, he’s so obedient. He stood there, his eyes searching my face for more. More of what, I couldn’t figure out. More commands? More approval? Me? I approached and caged him between my arms as I leaned into him. His breath hitched as our foreheads touched. I looked down to see his throbbing cock, pink at the head. It was fucking enormous. He would have a juicy ass and a meaty dick too. My mouth opened, and I released a stream of spit that landed right on his shaft.

I looked up at him and said, “Stroke it.”

Without a second thought, Cody gripped his cock and stroked his length, using my spit as lubrication.

“Slow,” I told him.

He obeyed. Such a good boy . Cody slid his hand up and down his length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. The look of ecstasy that stretched across his face was enough to make me come hands-free.

“Good boy. Faster.”

Relief washed over him as he pumped his cock harder. He started fucking into his fist, still caged between my arms. I felt his gaze shift upward, and I looked up to meet his eyes as he fell the fuck apart. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. His eyes crinkled shut, and he began to moan. His blond hair glistened under the bathroom light, and his cheeks turned a delicious shade of red.

I knew he was close because he started moaning louder, so I placed my hand over his mouth. His eyes shot wide open. I pressed my hand against his mouth with a bit more force, and at that moment, he shot thick ropes of cum. If I hadn’t muffled his moans with my hand, I don’t know what would have happened. Forget just our parents—the whole fucking neighborhood would have heard him.

I released my hand from his mouth—his puffy pink lips moved like he wanted to say something. Maybe he wanted a kiss? His lips pursed, searching for contact.

I looked him in the eyes and asked, “Did you like that, bro?”

He stared at me for a little longer. Finally, my words registered, and he shook himself out of his trance.

“What?” he asked.

“I said, did you like that?”

His eyes looked upward, a look of absolute satisfaction lacing his features. “Yeah…” he whispered.

“Good.” I leaned back, then turned on the shower, blasting him with a stream of freezing water.

He screamed then slipped onto his ass. He scrambled to the knobs on his hands and knees and turned off the water.

He looked up at me, fury blazing in his eyes. I looked down at his trembling body and said, “It looked like you needed to cool off.” I walked to the door, gripped the knob, then turned in his direction and said, “You’re mine now, Cody. Don’t forget that.” I left, slamming the door behind me.

I chuckled as I drifted to my bedroom. This would be our game. I knew he loved it, so I’d taunt him with it. I’d reward him, then take it away—torture him until he was psychotic with need and begging me to touch him. I’d give a little more each time, leading him on, thinking we were something more. Then I’d gut him. This is going to be fun.