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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 11
The alarm woke me up. I must have been tired because I was sleeping so hard. Text on my phone said, "take shower get dressed". I heard the parents in the bedroom getting dressed. I stuck my head in.
"Hey, did you sleep well?" mom asked. "You were snoring loud enough to tear down the trees!" she laughed.
"Uh, thanks mom," I said. "Bill wore me out today. Y'all getting ready to head out?" I asked.
"Yes," and she came over to me and asked me to clasp the necklace around her neck. "There," she said, striking a pose. "How do I look?"
"You look great mom, just as you always do!" I replied. She swatted my arm. "These are important clients. We have to make a good show," she said. "Listen Josh, I talked to Bill and we are going to slow down this entertainment circuit we have been on. I'm just exhausted," she said. "It's time we do some things as a family, I think."
"Uh, ok. That works mom," I said, selfishly thinking how that will cut into my alone time with Ty. There is another ball in November, thankfully, and she will want to be there. "What time will you all be home, do you know?" I asked.
"Probably not till after 11. There is a drinks thing then dinner and dancing. Westover is a nice club, you know. I'll try not to wake you all when we get in." I didn't know anything about Westover but since Mom had been working in the city for such a long time, she knew all the clubs.
"It won't be like last time mom. I'm better now. Have a good time, ok?"
"I trust you Josh. Ty has things under control. Y'all have fun."
I went back to my room and took off my sweats and climbed into the shower. Once I had finished, I combed my hair various ways. After the haircut, it was much more manageable. Since Ty had picked out my attire, I decided to go with the polished look. I formed the part on the right side and combed my hair over. A few strands drooped on my forehead. Ok, that was definitely a hot look.
I slipped on the black shirt and buttoned it almost to the top. Yep, that looked good. Slipped on the grey trousers. They weren't awesome but they worked. I stepped out of the room in time to hear my parents leave. I reached the top of the stairs and Ty yelled up from the kitchen, "I'm not ready! I'll come get you when it's time!" I quietly turned and went back to my room. You understand by now that when he's in charge or enacting one of his plays, it's best to do as you're told.
I turned on the tv and started in one of the episodes of Elite on Netflix. These twenty-somethings trying to act like teenagers. Whatever.
Ty knocked on my door a little while later. Ok, he was wearing a cream colored jacket, a white dress shirt and some tan colored pants that looked like linen. Can I tell you that he was just beautiful? Those bangs covered his forehead and made him look like a moviestar.
"Hey gorgeous," I said after I opened the door and put my teeth back in my mouth.
"Hey yourself. I like that greeting," he said with a big smile. "Uh, I'm your date for the evening. I hope you don't mind," he said with a flirty smile.
"Not at all," and I attempted to pull him to me and he said no, none of that before the date. "Hmmm!" I thought. He led me downstairs to a well appointed breakfast room table, set with a white table cloth and candles.
"Aw, this looks amazing babe," I told him. He led me to the island where he pulled out a bottle of bourbon from underneath. "Drinks?" he asked.
"Where did you get that?" I inquired.
"Resources honey. Resources," and he laughed. He mixed the bourbon in a glass with ice, ginger beer and a lime. It was delicious. "A mule," he said. We sipped on our drinks while he finished up the dinner.
"What will we be dining on tonight?"
"Veal over angel hair pasta with garlic sauce and capers and a small salad," he said triumphantly.
"Wow, that sounds really good," and it smelled good too. We finished our drinks. I mixed us another.
"Careful now," he chided. "I don't want you slobbering drunk tonight. I want you energized for our date," he smiled and ran his finger down my cheek. Ok, he was bringing it. Whatever he wants he gets tonight.
I sipped very slowly. Then he pulled out two wine glasses and poured glasses of white wine to go with the dinner,.
"Resources?" I asked again with even more surprise. He gave me a look and a wink. I wonder what other `resources' he has access to. He sat the wine glasses on the table and asked me to have a seat. I took my seat and watched as he put the finishing touches on the meal. He brought the salad bowls over and we began eating.
"I'm surprised you didn't have Tristan serving us," I told him.
"What, so you could flirt with him the whole night?" he asked, giving me a wide eyed look.
"I do not flirt," I responded.
"Really? Oh Tristan, you are so supercute," he said being coy.
"Pardon me for liking your friends. I feel bad he doesn't have anyone. Surely he must think about it all the time. There must be someone out there for him. I'll tell you this, whoever thinks they are good enough for him will have to pass my inspection. He only gets the best," I said.
"Aw Josh, that's a really sweet thought. I'm just kidding about the flirting because it makes me happy you two get along so well. It's nice to have someone I can trust."
"Well, I have to trust him too because I don't have anyone like that."
We proceeded with dinner which was as good as I could have had in a restaurant. There was one point where the angel hair pasta was longer than I thought and so I slurped it up.
"Josh! You can't suck your pasta!" Ty exclaimed. I had to laugh, almost choking on it. Ty poured us another glass of wine and I devoured the rest of the pasta and veal. God, it was so good. I asked what was for dessert.
"Do you really need to ask?" giving me a surprising sensual look. I was about to get turned on. Well, I did get turned on. Ty had some music playing in the background. Ed Sheeran or something. We talked a bit more over the wine and I was feeling it. Ty suggested we slow it down so that we didn't get too drunk to enjoy the rest of the evening.
As some ballad came on, I decided to assume the role of "man.". I knew what he wanted. I stood up from my seat and asked him if he would like to dance.
"Absolutely, but Josh, we need to clean this up so we aren't rushed later. Is that ok?"
"Sure. I helped grab up the dishes and we rinsed and dried as quickly as possible putting everything back. It was ok if the parents saw a dinner but we didn't want them to see what resembled a romantic dinner for two. Ty took the whiskey upstairs and hid it in his room. We would want that again when the occasion arose.
When he came downstairs, I had taken a position by the fireplace, where I tried to stand looking suave and debonair. He smiled at me and approached shyly.
"That dance?" he asked, extending his hand. I took his hand and we stepped into the middle of the large family room floor. He shuffled the player for another ballad. We first started dancing traditional style. He was very smooth. He had taken ballroom dancing as part of the Cotillion at the club. I thought it was pretty sissy until I found out Bryce had been in his class. He said that Bryce had asked him to dance in the class once but it seemed the class leader frowned on it, thinking it would make for jokes and distraction. Ty thought it was super cool. I thought it was noble.
We continued dancing and it really turned into just a swaying since being on that cast was not allowing me to sport my moves, what few there were LOL! He put his arms around me and I worked to remain steady. My buzz was kicking in and my face felt warm. I leaned in to kiss him but he turned his face gently away and I landed on his neck. I kissed the smooth skin of his neck just under his ear and gave a quick lick with my tongue. He shivered. I let my tongue graze his ear and gave his ear a slurpy jab. He shivered again. Then I just let my tongue dance around his ear and he moaned, "Oh God Josh. That's amazing," his words trailing off.
I tugged his face back toward me. I kissed him this time. With the music playing, our bodies swaying, and his knees bumping mine, the "heat of the moment" was on us. I asked him if that song by Survivor was on his player and he said it was. I told him to change it.
Ok so maybe we looked like two corny guys from a gay movie but I couldn't help but enjoy the moment. For as much as I wanted to fuck him right then and there, I also felt we should't hurry. This stuff was special. When he came back to me, I turned him away from meand took a spooning position. He backed into me and I felt his beautiful ass pressed against my cock. I licked at his neck again and tickled his ear which seemed to be driving him crazy. He surprised me with a reverse move and turned me around. Ok, I didn't see that coming but it was wild! He was pressed into my ass and for some reason, I loved it. I mean, I know I portray myself as a total top but he has fingered my ass and I completely got into it. Now I was feeling his erection pressing into me and I suddenly gave thought to what I might eventually do for him.
He kissed my neck and rested his head on my shoulder and we swayed some more.
"Dang Ty, you are making me hot," I hissed. "Hotter than I have ever been, Hot as shit!" He drove his knee into the back of my good leg and it was all I could do to remain standing. I turned to face him again and this time it involved some direct action. I peeled his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt. He unbuttoned mine. Then I unzipped him and his pants fell. He undid mine and they fell. We kicked them away. Just there in our socks and underwear, I felt his nipples and he ran his hands down my back. I dropped to my knees and released him from the silky boxers. His erection popped out and upward, inviting itself into my waiting mouth. With all the spit, tongue and lips I could spare, I gave him a wet suck. His cock was hot, it was like a warm meal. I could feel his precum ooze from the head leaving a sap on my tongue. His head was thrown back and he looked like he was performing on screen. I turned him around and his puffy ass cheeks were in my face. I pushed my face in and tasted that forbidden land. "Mmmm" I groaned. He moaned in response. I lashed my tongue slowly over his hole and I almost fell backward because it was so incredible. "All we need is a little of that garlic sauce babe to spread over this. I'll eat you out!" I growled.
"Ewwww!" he barked. I cracked up.
He looked down at me and asked me to get up. He guided me over to the couch and laid down against the back pillows. He had me lay down beside him. I put my left arm around him and as he kissed me, he touched my cock very lightly, causing it to pulse.
"Mmm, I love that," I whispered. He continued for a few more moments. Then he got up and ran upstairs and came back down with a towel and lube. May not appear romantic but necessary, as you know.
He sat down on the floor beside the couch and told me he didn't want to do anymore sucking. He wanted me to give him love. I remained silent, not much to say to that. He lubricated himself and then me and he got on top of me and eased himself on my hardness. It was slow and amazing and I almost came. He was rock hard. I pushed him off and laid him back against the pillows. The damn cast was in the way but once I got him into position and lifted his legs, I showed him the love. I went in and stayed in. Feeling his body and hearing his moans just propelled me further. It was like the roar of the fans in the stadium. I just wanted to give more and, then, with all the noise we have ever been able to make, with sweat dripping off me, with his body limp and stationary, we came. I wasted no time cleaning us both up so that I could crown onto the couch with him. I felt a chill as we cooled down so I pulled the afghan over us and we cuddled like that.
"Ty, how come this is so good? I cannot believe that I'm 17 and you're 16 and it feels like we're twenty something lovers. Doesn't it?" He looked at me directly and said it did feel like that.
"You have to remember kids like us don't usually live with their boyfriend or girlfriend. They have to sneak around and find private spots and times to hook up. We live together. Right? You can't imagine what I had to go through, Josh, to get it like this. It was painful, it was messy. The college guys, and please don't get mad, didn't care about any of that. They just wanted me to perform. It was a struggle. But now I know what to do and you are perfect. You really are," he told me. "Back to what you said about Tristan, he hasn't gone through it and I'm not sure how to help him. He's, well, he's dramatic and the slightest thing goes wrong he's gonna freak out. He's going to have to do it, though. I just don't know when."
"Do you think I can help?" I asked, making light of the situation.
"Josh!" Ty exclaimed. "I'm beginning to wonder about you!" he said, turning his head from me dramatically. I laughed.
"Any way I can be of service," I chided.
"You need to stop! You are going to mess up a really perfect night," and he punched me in the ribs - the good side of ribs.
I pulled him back down onto my shoulder, "I love you Ty. You made such a wonderful evening for us. This was much better than any homecoming dance, don't you think?"
"Uh, yeah," he said. "We need to get our stuff and go upstairs. Mom and dad will be home in a couple of hours. I don't want to get caught down here, know what I mean?" he asked.
We gathered up our things and went upstairs. We put our clothes away and he climbed onto my bed. I pulled a blanket over us as we laid naked under it. We kissed some more and we touched each other. I pulled him on top of me. I lifted my legs slightly, the cast giving me some trouble. He looked into my face inquisitively.
"What's this Josh? You ready to be my bitch?" he asked and we laughed.
"Maybe," I said with a pause, thinking how to say it, "maybe the day will come where I give you what you give me. It's just been on my mind lately. Show me a little bit," I said and put my arms around him. He started pushing into me, grinding himself against me. And hey, I was getting into it. Feeling around the back of him and feeling ass muscles clench, oh WOW did that blow my mind. Just another amazing thing.
"Hey babe," I said, "why is this feeling so good? I think I like you on top," and he grinned and uttered something. I could feel he was hard and damn if I wasn't as well. I just felt his hardness poke my hole a bit and even though I wasn't lubed, it was like electricity firing into me. Just once, when his cockhead found my hole, I had him hold there for a minute. I rocked just slightly to allow some friction.
"Why the fuck didn't I know about this?" I asked, really I screamed.
"Is it good Josh?" he whispered into my ear, as he gave it a lick.
"Oh hell, Ty, you are gonna make me cum again. Keep going babe. Fuck me, Ty!" I blurted out and I was literally out of control. He pressed that curved dick against me and his tongue shot into my mouth. His light body bounced on top of mine. He had his hands pinned down on each side of my narrow waist. His hips bucked. You would have thought he had been doing this all along. It wasn't romantic. This was crazy fucking, well, even though he was actually inside me.
"Holy shit," I hissed. "I'm cumming! Fuuccckkk!" and I shot another load between us. Good God was that incredible. I had no idea and it was certainly not planned. He grinded and the slickness from my cum caused his eyes to roll back, he froze, and I felt another small load shoot from his cock to mix with mine.
"Holy God," he said, almost breaking into a laugh. "I hadn't dreamed, God Josh," he panted. "I had never dreamed that I could feel so strong being on top. That was fucking good," he said.
"Hey, you just took us to another level. That was crazy, Ty. You totally took me," I said to him.
We laid like that for a few minutes. The smell of the cum as it started to water between us became too much. He got up and toweled us off. That towel was a total loss for sure. He threw it into the hamper. He sat by me on the bed and smoothed my hair away from my forehead. He rubbed it down. He got sweatshorts for us both and we slipped them on. He laid down on the bed and we turned on Saturday Night Live. Laying there in the dark, I was not aware that he had fallen asleep. He rolled onto his side away from me and was knocked out.
I remained sitting up on the pillows until I saw the car headlights hit the house. I didn't make any sudden moves. I heard the parents come up the stairs. Mom stuck her head in, "Josh, are you awake?" I nodded yes and put my finger to my mouth for her not to wake Ty. She grinned.
"Did y'all have a good time?" she asked.
"Yeah we did. He can't seem to outlast me, though. But his dinner was fabulous," I whispered.
"Oh good, honey. I feel so good when you are two are here together and save. We had a great time but I'm beat." Bill stuck his head in and saw that his son and myself were snug. "Your mother nearly wore my feet off, Josh. I can still walk," he said," and he chuckled and headed down the hall to their bedroom.
Another safe catch and I liked it. For those times when he has to rush back to his bed, ok. For these times when we can present ourselves this way and not feel guilty or ashamed, then good for us! He has a tennis match tomorrow. I hope he isn't worn out after today.