My Stepbrother Comes Home And Surprises Me With Coffee...and A Cum Show

I rolled over, seeing light coming in through the shifting curtains, as the air had shifted to the chill autumn 50s. I quickly went to them, sliding the panels closed, and latched them, getting back into bed, and pulling my quilt back up to my chin. I heard the shower running in my bathroom and pondered if my stepbrother had come home early for the weekend, or if my mom or stepdad decided to use my shower. If they were both getting ready at the same time, they’d either use the guest bath, or barge into my room, and use the toilet or shower. So annoying, but I didn’t pay the bills, so it really wasn’t my say.  

I tried to fall back asleep but ended up watching the light shifting across the wooden floor, through the tree branches outside my window. The shower had stopped, and I waited to see who it was. I’d either hear footsteps out the doorway, or see my stepbrother walk across my room to the other door leading into his room. It was an older home, and the rooms were combined, which made it easy for us to share a space without being on top of each other as kids.  

I heard the door open quietly, and tip toe footsteps, soon seeing my stepbrother's naked body walking across the room. I hadn’t seen him in a few months, since he’d been interning in Rome, and he’d clearly become more grown, and hairy. His ass looked high and firm, with dark curls spreading out from the crack up his lower back, and down the backs of this thighs. You could see deep tan lines where he had been wearing five-inch shorts. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing me watching, and smiled, as he turned, walking toward my bed. Holy shit, his body was insane. He was completely cut and covered in body hair and fuzz. He had a deep V at his waist, and the low tan line made him look like one of those physique models from the 80s. He had a thick bush, soaked and matted to his skin, and his thick shaft and balls hung low, just like his dad’s.  

“Jag, you little fag, I missed you bitch.” He scooped down, cupping his arms on either side of me, draping a leg over my body, and pretending to hump me, kissed my neck. “How the fuck are you dude? I love you.” He sat up and messed up my hair. “I’m good. When did you get in?” I sat up and put my arm over his shoulder. “This morning, like hella early. I uber’d cause dad was planning on picking me up at noon, but I switched flights in New York.” “I’m glad you’re here.” “Yeah, did I wake you?” “Nah, I was awake anyway, but I didn’t know you were in my shower.” “Yeah, I’m sure you thought it was dad. You little perv.” He shoved my shoulder and got up, “I heard all about your naked Summer with him, haha.” “What? The man can’t keep his clothes on for shit, I’m the only person in this whole household with any sort of decency.” “Yeah whatever, you know you like it.” He playfully cupped his balls and flopped his dick up and down. “I’m going to get ready, but maybe we can get coffee in town?” “Ok, yeah just let me shower and I’ll meet you downstairs.” He backed through the doorway, still cupping his balls, and I grabbed some briefs and a tank top out of my drawers and stepped into the steamy bathroom. 

I quickly dressed and headed downstairs, and turned to see if my parents were awake yet. My mom was turned away, ass in the air, and my stepdad was naked, on his back, dick in the air, snoring softly. I went down the hall, and around to the kitchen, looking through the side windows, seeing my stepbrother doing stretches by his car, in the shortest shorts I’d seen since Halstad street a few weeks ago. I slipped on my AF1s by the door, and walked out, catching a glimpse of his bulge, as he arched back. “If those shorts were any shorter, you’d be waving at the entire countryside.” “Nah, I don’t free ball in these bro, but they feel like I’m not wearing anything, so it’s great. All the guys in Rome were wearing these.” “Yeah, they wear those in boystown too.” He laughed and got in his car. The sun was out, and it felt amazingly warmer than my room an hour ago. I got in, rolling down the window. 

We drove through town, heading for our favorite coffee shop, but as we got out, we noticed their hours had changed, and they weren’t open until 2. “What kind of coffee shop isn’t open until 2?” “The kind in a small Illinois town that nobody will ever hear of.” “Yeah, valid.” We got back in and headed to the gas station on our way to the house. We picked up a couple of coffees, fueled up, and headed back. “Did you drive my car while I was gone?” “Yeah, but I didn’t really do much this Summer, so it was just to keep everything running. “Yeah thanks. I was hoping you’d drive it. I did tour a little bit and brought back some candy and shit for you guys.” He looked over smiling. “What? You actually thought about your family?” “Fuck you, haha, you knew I would.”  

We got home and drank our coffees on the back patio, enjoying the sunshine and warmth. He took off his t shirt, and lay back, his shorts tight against his groin. We chatted about school and work. He was still doing freelance work for his dad’s site and doing online order expediting from the warehouse. He had recently launched their amazon store, and sales were already high. At one point he started to doze off, and I found myself watching him. I admired how much he’d grown, taking in the sight of him. I wasn’t attracted to him, but I felt like I wanted to be like him. 

I got up and went back to my room. I was scrolling through instagram and hearing him walk into his room, got up to hang out with him. He was pushing his shorts down as I walked through the door and could see he was very aroused. He looked over at me and sat on the edge of his bed for a second, his dick standing straight up toward him. He calmly lay back and started stroking his dick. I just stood there and watched, feeling myself getting hard. He tilted his head up, looking over at me, and lay back again, still stroking. “I wish I could’ve joined you and dad this Summer. It’s always better to share these experiences...mmm...” He ran his free hand through his body hair, and cupped his left pec, circling his thumb over his hard nipple.  

I was starting to feel warm, my dick throbbing in my jeans, my palms starting to sweat. He had spread his legs, and arched his feet, flexing his leg and thigh muscles, as he thrusted into the air quickly, but quietly. “Fuck, I haven’t cum in weeks.” I swallowed hard, seeing his dick head glistening as he thrusted. “Motherfucker....I’m gonna....Jesus Christ....” He let out a low groan, as cum shot out of his dick head like a water fountain, spraying all over his hairy body and chest. He pulled a pillow over his face, and I could hear his low cries, as he sped up his jerking, and shot out a shorter, second load. He was whimpering into the pillow as he let go of his dick, and lay there trembling, his dick quickly softening, the last of his second orgasm drizzling out of the head.  

I was watching him lay there, when I heard a soft knock on the door, and my stepdad opened the door, peeking around to see what was happening. “You boys are always jerking off in here.” He smiled and walked in, naked as usual, putting his hair up in a knot, and twisting it around. “I’m making breakfast, so I thought I’d see what you boys wanted, but I’m guessing some replenishing protein.” “Dad, Jesus Christ.” “I know, but it’s always a nice idea to keep the stock full.” He tugged at his hairy balls. “Just clean up and come down when you’re read. Jag, you might want to take care of that before you come down too, son,” pointing at my tented jeans as he walked past me. I could smell the cum in the air, as I turned back toward my room.