Jake moved into the house on a Tuesday, and by Friday I already knew I was fucked. My new stepbrother was twenty-two, same as me, with broad shoulders, a scruffy jaw, and the kind of cocky walk that made my dick twitch every time he passed my bedroom door. We’d been thrown together when our parents got married last month. Two guys who didn’t know each other suddenly sharing a bathroom and a wall.
The first time it happened, the house was empty. Parents gone for the weekend. I was in the living room scrolling my phone when Jake came downstairs in nothing but gray sweats that hung low on his hips. His chest was smooth and cut, and the outline of his dick was obvious through the fabric.
“Sup, little bro,” he said, smirking like he knew exactly what he was doing.
I laughed it off. “Not little. Same age, remember?”
He dropped onto the couch next to me, legs spread wide. “Yeah, but I’ve got more experience.” His hand rested on his thigh, thumb brushing close to his bulge. “You ever mess around with guys?”
My mouth went dry. “No. You?”
Jake shrugged. “Couple times. Sucked a buddy off in college. Felt good. You curious?”
The question hung there, dirty and direct. I shifted, my own cock already half-hard. “Maybe.”
He reached over without asking and palmed my dick through my shorts. “Yeah, you’re curious. Hard as fuck already.”
I didn’t stop him. His hand was big and warm, squeezing me slow and firm. I groaned and let my head fall back. Jake leaned in, mouth at my ear. “Want me to show you how it feels?”
I nodded. He yanked my shorts down and my cock sprang out, thick and leaking. Jake wrapped his fist around it and stroked, thumb smearing the precum over the head. “Nice dick. Bet it tastes good too.”
He slid off the couch, got on his knees between my legs, and swallowed me in one smooth motion. Hot, wet suction pulled a curse out of me. Jake bobbed his head, taking me deep, tongue working the underside while his hand pumped the base. I grabbed his hair, hips jerking up into his mouth. He didn’t gag. Just took it, spit running down my balls.
“Fuck, Jake,” I gasped.
He pulled off with a wet pop and stood, shoving his sweats down. His cock was longer than mine, veiny, the head flushed dark. He stroked it once, then climbed over me on the couch, straddling my thighs so our dicks rubbed together.
“Touch it,” he ordered.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It was hot and heavy. We jerked each other slow, precum mixing, the slick sound filling the room. Jake leaned down and kissed me hard, tongue pushing in, all teeth and spit. He tasted like beer and mint.
“Want to fuck?” he asked against my mouth.
My brain shorted out. “Yeah. Yeah, I want that.”
Jake grabbed lube from somewhere—probably had it stashed—and slicked his fingers. He pushed me back, spread my legs, and rubbed a finger over my hole. “Relax. Gonna open you up.”
The first push burned, then the stretch turned hot. He worked one finger in, then two, crooking them until I saw stars and my cock jerked against my stomach. “Right there,” I groaned.
He grinned, dirty and satisfied. “Told you it feels good.”
When he pulled his fingers out I felt empty. Jake lined up his cock and pushed. The head popped in and I hissed. He went slow, inch by inch, until his balls pressed against my ass. Full. So fucking full.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he muttered. He started thrusting, long and steady, grinding deep. Every stroke dragged over that spot inside me. My hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer. Skin slapped skin.
Sweat dripped. Jake fucked like he meant it, grunting with each drive.
“Stroke your cock,” he ordered. I wrapped a hand around myself and jerked in time with his thrusts. The pressure built fast.
Jake changed angle, pounding harder. “Gonna come in you. Fill this new stepbro hole.”
The words pushed me over. I shot hard, ropes hitting my chest and stomach. My ass clamped down on him and Jake groaned loud, hips stuttering as he unloaded deep inside me. Hot pulses flooded me. He kept moving through it, fucking his cum deeper until he finally stilled.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Jake pulled out slow and watched his load leak out of me. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
He wiped us both down with his discarded shirt, then flopped beside me. “First time, huh?”
“Yeah.” My voice was rough.
Jake grinned and reached over to squeeze my softening dick. “Won’t be the last. Parents are gone all weekend. Plenty more stories to make.”
He was right. By Sunday night we’d used every room in the house. Shower, kitchen counter, even the garage with the door half open. Raw, messy, and exactly what I needed. New stepbro. New rules. And I was already addicted.
