My New Step-Brother - Part 4

The moments after the kiss were a blur. Tucker left promptly, and I remained there, frozen to the spot, still tasting him on my lips.

Had it been a dream? A wonderful, breathtaking figment of my imagination? If not, then how? He had everything. The body, the face, the personality, the charismatic yet charming air, he was perfect in every possible way, and he'd just kissed me.

Me, a shy, scrawny, introverted, loser who spent his days either locked in his bedroom or out taking pictures of fucking butterflies. It wasn't real. It couldn't have been. And yet it was.

I law awake all night, staring at the darkness above and replaying the scene over and over and over again, until the blue morning light began to break through my curtains, and the exhaustion finally won.

"You. Get up"

The voice echoed through the dream that I was having. I'd been running toward Tucker, and had been so painfully close to reaching him.

"Are you deaf? I said get up!"

My eyes opened to find Dustin standing above me, his rotund belly blocking half of his unhappy face.

"No" I groaned, rubbing my eyes "but generally when people are asleep, they're not prone to conversation".

"Always a smart mouth" a snarled "get dressed, we're going out".

"I'm not going anywhere with you" I scoffed, and the kiss wasn't the only thing I recalled from the previous night.

"Listen here you spoiled little fuck!" He hissed, leaning down so I could smell the toothpaste from his breath.

"Be under no fucking illusions" he continued as I watched, seething.

"I would rather slit my own throat than spend the day with you, snivelling and bitching like a... Like a..."

"Go on" I nodded, sitting further up in the bed "you know you're just dying to say it"

"Like a woman" he growled, and stood up.

"Your mother insists on you coming, and I don't want to hear another god damn word about it".

Dustin stormed back to the door and made to leave.

"Where?" I spat, furious at my mom for forcing this on me.

"Swimming" he snarled "and if you even think about trying to get a look at my dick, I'll smack the taste out of your mouth".

"Aw really?" I sighed "but I was so looking forward to seeing your dick! Actually..." I continued, as Dustin's face became purple with disgusted fury "when was the last time you even saw it?"

The overweight lump rushed back into the room as fast as his stumpy legs could carry him, and I jumped from the bed, meeting him halfway as our heads came inches from one another.

"Do it" I snarled, the memory of what the brute had said the night before fuelling me. "I know you've been dying to do it since the very first day, so do it. Give her a reason, just one"

I could see the man's fists clenching so tight that his knuckles became white. His lip twitched and his nostrils flared.

"You'd just love that, wouldn't you?" he snarled, baring his teeth "a few missing teeth, but who cares now that big, bad Dustin ain't your step-daddy anymore?"

I returned the furious gaze as the hideous man spoke.

"Well guess what, faggot?" He sneered "I ain't going nowhere. I'm gonna keep fucking your mom, every single night, every single minute that I can, and there ain't a god damn thing you can do about it!"

It happened before I'd even realised it. My own fist burst through the air and toward his stupid face, but he caught it and quickly spun me around, wrapping me in a bear hug as I growled furiously.

"Get off me!" I hissed, but his grip only tightened as he whispered into my ear.

"And don't worry" he slithered "you'll never be my step-son. No son of mine is a dirty, filthy faggot!"

He pushed me viciously back onto the bed and left the room.

"And hurry the fuck up!" He roared back "Tucker's been ready since six!"

As brutally livid as I was, the mention of Tucker calmed me down. He was coming too, and even though the thought of spending the day with Dustin was stomach churning, it would at least be made more bearable with him there.

Downstairs, I casually searched the whole house for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Good morning" my mom said coldly as I walked into the kitchen.

"Morning" I replied, looking around "where's Tucker?"

"Where's Tucker!?" She barked and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh you have some nerve" she growled "after everything that happened last night, and your first question is 'where's Tucker'? I heard all about how you tried to attack Dustin!"

"Mom come on, you heard what he said!"

"He was drunk, Jason!"

"That's no excuse!" I shouted back but my mom waved me away.

"And what's your excuse then?" She remarked "trying to physically assault someone for words! That's not how I raised you".

"That's how dad raised me" I snapped, feeling my blood boil.

"And look where that got him!" She yelled, and then quickly composed herself and turned back to the dishes.

"Tucker and Dustin are out in the car waiting for you".

With those words, I left.

I hated fighting with my mom, and we'd been doing it a lot since Dustin had come on the scene. I longed to work out what she saw in him.

"It's about damn time!" Dustin spat as I got in the back.

I ignored him, and looked at the back of Tucker's perfect head.

"Morning Tucker" I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"Morning" he mumbled, and if I wasn't mistaken, he sounded as cold as my mom had.

I snapped on my belt and my brow furrowed.

"Do you swim much?" I asked, once again trying to sound casual as Dustin scoffed.

"I guess" Tucker shrugged.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Only a few hours ago he was shoving his tongue in my mouth, and now he was barely speaking to me! I sighed and sat back as the hour long journey commenced.

There was minimal conversation even between Dustin and Tucker. I remained silent, trying to work out what his problem was. Was he just trying to appear distant in front of his dad? Or had I done something wrong? If so, I wasn't sure what. I hadn't seen him since the kiss.

"You want some arm bands, kid?" Dustin sniggered to himself, glaring at me in the mirror.

"The only reason you don't need them is because your belly keeps you afloat" I snarled, getting out of the car as the ogre growled.

We walked inside in silence and a few minutes later, we stood in the changing rooms.

"Keep your eyes to yourself" Dustin hissed as three naked old men walked by.

I didn't even bother with a response.

I had always hated changing rooms, despite the common belief. Nothing about sweaty old men with fat stomachs and tiny cocks sounded very appealing to me, but Tucker was here now, and that changed everything.

I turned my back as the two of them began to strip, stealing occasional glances toward Tucker's superb body until finally he was down to his underwear.

Every part of him was impeccable. His muscular calves tensed as he stood on one foot and slid his sock off. Hell, even his damn feet were perfect.

I felt my cock stiffen.

"Aren't you a little old to be wearing tighty-whities?" Dustin commented, scoffing as he did.

"For someone who was so concerned with me keeping my eyes to myself, you're doing a lot of looking" I snapped, but still felt my cheeks flush.

By the time I was able to get another glance of Tucker, his swimming shorts were sliding up over his plump, tanned ass. I felt a rush of excitement and my cock became fully erect.

"Come on, son" Dustin said "let's leave Cinderella here to change into his panties".

Tucker didn't say a word, nor did he even look at me, which I was somewhat thankful for given the erection situation. The two of them left the changing room, and I quickly pulled on my shorts.

Whatever was going on with Tucker had me stumped. Was he regretting what happened last night? He'd only had one or two beers, so it's not like he was drunk, but if that wasn't it, then what was? My mind continued to ponder the possibilities all throughout my time in the pool, until once again we returned to the changing rooms.

"Nice going, T" Dustin gasped, breathless and sucking air into his lungs "what was it again, thirty eight seconds? Damn, that's impressive!"

"I did it quicker the last time" Tucker replied, not nearly as exhausted as his father.

"What was your time?" I asked Dustin who scowled at me.

"I don't time my laps" he said, as though he was so good that he didn't need to.

"Ah" I nodded, a smirk forming on my face "I didn't actually see you move that much, did you get a cramp or something?"

The man ignored me and dried himself off as Tucker walked toward the showers.

"I'll meet you out in the car, T" Dustin called after him, and evidently showering wasn't something that Dustin was interested in.

I followed sheepishly as the handsome stud walked ahead in only his shorts. I tried to focus on something else, knowing that in just a few moments, we'd both be naked.

"Hey" I said as we reached the empty shower area "is everything okay?"

"Yeah" he shrugged "why wouldn't it be?"

"I'm not sure, I just... It's just you didn't seem... You were a bit off in the car".

With one quick sweep, Tucker stood before me completely naked and my eyes widened as they fell on his large rod which hung plumply between his muscular legs.

"What did you want me to do?" He asked, punching on the water "suck your dick?"

He turned around and gave me the perfect view of his beautiful, bubble butt.

It was useless trying to think of anything other than the amazing human in front of me, and my cock pitched a tent in my shorts almost instantly.

"N... No" I stuttered "I just... I thought you were angry or something".

I watched as beads of water dripped down the curve in his spine and slipped between his cheeks.

"Aren't you showering?" He asked, looking over his shoulder and down at my very visible boner.

A grin spread across his handsome face as he turned back to me.

"Liking what you see?" He asked confidently, grabbing the base of his long, fat cock and shaking it so the water splashed in my face.

I turned away, embarrassed but eager to continue the show, and then I felt his arms close around me and my shorts being untied.

"N... Not here" I whispered, but a moment later I was naked, my boner sticking out awkwardly.

Tucker stood behind me, gently pulling me under the hot stream and embracing me warmly as his long flaccid cock pushed softly between my cheeks.

"Fuck" I gasped, my eyes closing and my head rolling back until it lay against his firm chest.

Tucker's strong hands explored my body. He ran his fingers across my nipples and down my chest, he trailed his hand down my arm, breathing against my ear as he did. My cock twitched as he reached my groin.

Tucker turned me around firmly, grabbed my head and pulled it toward his until our lips met again and we kissed passionately.

I placed my hand on his chest now, feeling the solidness of his muscle as our tongues collided. He grabbed my cock, squeezing it and causing me to moan into him, and then I grabbed his and felt it swell.

It was huge, even in it's soft form and I became even more turned on at the though of what it would feel like inside me.

"Suck it" he breathed, pulling away from the kiss "lick down my body, right here".

He pointed to his neck, and immediately I pressed my lips to it. He tasted stunningly delicious, and despite the water, I could still taste his flavour.

Lower I went, my tongue eager to reach it's destination, and then I found myself hurtling through the air, and landed with a crash onto the tiled floor.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Dustin gasped, standing in the doorway to the showers.

"Him..." Tucker yelped "he... He fucking tried to come onto me, dad!"

Dustin's piercing eyes moved from his naked son, to me and then down to my still visible erection. I was still too stunned to even hide it as I glared at Tucker. It was a lie! A complete and utter fucking lie!

"I knew you lot were nothing but perverts" Dustin growled "but you've really gone and done it now".

I looked up at my soon-to-be step-father, my heart racing and my cheeks burning as I cupped my junk. I expected him to hit me, or at least shout, but instead, he smirked.

"Your mother is going to be heartbroken" he sneered "but I think this is the push she needs to wake up and finally kick your sorry ass onto the streets were you and your kind belong".

I stared back at Tucker who looked either terribly upset or thankful that he'd managed to save his own skin. I wasn't sure anymore, I wasn't sure at all.