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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 4
I woke up in a haze on Saturday morning. I woke up around 6 and fell back asleep hard. It was a little before 9 am and I kicked the covers off and went downstairs. I was unsure if there were going to be repercussions from my stunt with Tyson the night before. I was a bit intense with him. Maybe it did some good. Who knows. The paper was lying on the kitchen table. The headline read VICTORIOUS! It sure stirred me awake. I sat and read the play by play description the reporter provided for those who were not at the big game last night. He was spot on in his replays. I might send him an email this afternoon.
Ty came downstairs dressed and pressed as he usually is. He said he and Bill were going out to do some errands and wanted me to come with them. I ran upstairs and slipped on some jeans and a polo to go out with them. This late September air was my favorite time. It was just cooling off but not cold. You know what I'm referring to.
So Bill was going to pick up some lawn care things for the seasonal assault on his manicured lawn. Tyson was going thrifting so I guess I was going thrifting as well.
"What do you need from a thrift store, anyway?" I asked as we pulled out of the drive.
"You haven't told him about your Christmas business?" Bill said to Ty.
"Well, I haven't had a chance," Ty responded.
"Christmas business?" I asked.
"Well, I do a lot of thrifting and have a good eye so I pick up cool odds and ends , brass, silver, some clothing and jewelry and I set up a Christmas store. I clean them up, polish, repair and post them online for Christmas shopping. There are a lot of teens and college kids who don't know what to get people for Christmas so these items make perfect gifts and they aren't really expensive. They are nice, though. First year I made about $600. Last year I made $1350. This year, I would like to make $2000 but I don't know if I can reach that goal," Ty said looking out the window.
"You can do that with just some thrift store junk?" I asked. "Wow, that's amazing," I said. This guy really has his shit together I thought to myself. What I could have done with some money like that when I lived back home. And he doesn't even need it. Well, I guess he is putting it to some use. He won't be the kind of guy who wants to live off his dad forever.
Bill dropped us off in a trendy part of town. There were 2 stores Tyson wanted to check out here. Bill said he would be back in a hour. We wandered through the store and sure enough, Ty had picked up some candlesticks, a faded lamp, a couple of ralph lauren sweaters, a pair of golf cleats, in really clean condition, I might add.
As he pushed the cart, he caught me studying the items.
"You see junk, don't you?" he asked me.
"Nah, I just don't have the eye for it like you do," I responded.
"Take a picture now so you have something to compare it to. When I'm finished with these items, you will think they came from Pottery Barn," he said with a wink and grin.
"Hey Ty, what are you going to do for Homecoming? Do you go to the dance?" I asked.
"I didn't last year because I wasn't in the mood. I might go this year with my friends."
"No date?" I asked.
"No, not for a highschool dance. I'll go with friends if I go."
"You know Ty," I said quietly, "you're a good looking guy. You probably could find someone to go out with," I asked trying not to sound nosey.
"Who says I don't?" he quickly responded.
"Well you never mention anything so I was just curious. But I don't want to pry."
"What about you? It's not like your hunk of the school or something. Where are you girls?" he asked.
"Well, being new, you know. I had a girl back home but we parted ways when I moved here," I said.
"Yeah, whatever," he said sarcastically. I wasn't prepared to chase down that remark so I let it go. He checked out and we gathered all the things he purchased and went out on the street. It was close to the University so there were a lot of college kids around. There was a pretzel vendor on the street so I bought us each a pretzel. It was warm and salty. Tyson practically inhaled his.
I looked at him like "pig". He laughed and said "No breakfast. I was hungry," with a snarl. He was so cute when he fought back.
"I don't want you to jeopardize that perfect waistline you have," I whispered in his ear. "It suits you well," I said with a little flirty in my voice. He stiffened a bit. I love it when I hit that surprise nerve. You know the one we all have, when someone says that one thing that was unexpected, but not unpleasant, and causes us to draw up a bit.
"You need to stop, Josh. After what you put me through last night, I don't need all that again today," he said, trying to sound stern.
"What are you talking about?" I asked playfully.
"You know. Taunting me like that, showing off your hot body and well, you know, all that," he said pointing to my crotch. "I wondered if you were making fun of me or something," he said, surprising me with that scenario.
"Absolutely not, Tyson. If I make fun, it's with you, not of you and I am never going to make fun of you and be disrespectful and I will never make fun of you sexually. Not ever. Do you get me?" I said, hoping to clear up his confusion. "I'm going to be honest with you, Ty. I didn't know guys like you back at my other school and to be honest, I am fascinated by you. You are incredible. I mean, watching you do your thing is just awesome. I hope you know I really mean that," I said, looking him in the eye.
"You're not trying to dig your way out of a hole are you?" he asked, laughing.
"I don't dig out of holes, Ty. I dig them for other people," I said with charm. He laughed and nudged into me almost causing me to fall off the bench. Just then, Bill pulled up in the Range Rover and we gathered up the bags, put them in the back and headed back out.
The football team met for an hour in the afternoon to go over successes and failures from the night before. Tyson was at tennis practice with his team. Generally the coach was pleased but pointed out that this kind of success didn't come from one person, or by accident, or with luck. Focus, teamwork, spirit, and intelligence made a win like that possible. Would expect us to adopt those principals going forward. That was fine by me. I didn't want everyone thinking I had done it all because I didn't!
Bill and my mom were going out to dinner with Bill's clients. It was a dressy thing because Bill was wearing a navy blazer and a striped tie and my mother wore a skirt and jacket. We were informed that we were to stay home because Ty had two matches on Sunday and needed to be rested and, well, I should just stay home with him. How about that for a parental justification? "Because we said so!" Well, it wasn't too bad. We ordered pizza and by the time it arrived, so did Ty's friend Tristan.
First, I didn't know he was coming but it seemed ok with me. Also, the Tristan I had met in school looked quite a bit different than this Tristan. The one in school was cute, very boyish, a very faint dance in his step. Another slim, fit, body like Tyson. Tyson and Tristan sound like Greek God's names, don't they? They don't get regular names like mine. Now, this Tristan, had something sparkly on his face and his hair is glistening. He is wearing a slim black t-shirt and skinny jeans and well, I don't need to go on from there. I just settled in with what I believe was going to be a rough night.
When Tristan came in he walked back to the kitchen as the smell of pizza was alluring. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. His eyes were wide. I thought it was funny. He turned slowly to Tyson and said, "Hey you didn't tell me your step brother was going to be here," and then he turned back to me. With a shy wave, he said, "Hey Josh. That was a great game last night. Everyone is just going on and on about it," with some nervousness in his voice, but showing some flair.
"Thanks Tristan. It was a great night. What are you and Ty up to tonight?" I asked.
"Working on the Christmas Store," he said, just as Ty came in.
"Tristan takes pictures. He has a great eye," Ty said.
"Thanks babe," Tristan said to Ty.
"So we have that in common," I said. Where do you do this?" I asked.
"One of the guest rooms upstairs, the one with no bed. It's great for a workroom," Ty said.
"I have never been in there," I said with surprise.
We put down the pizza in short order and I went to the family room to watch tv while they went upstairs to work. Shortly thereafter I went upstairs to my room. Tristan, who had been in Ty's room came through the bathroom and asked what I was doing.
"Just meandering around, I guess," I said, not having a more clever answer. "How's it going in the workroom?" I asked.
"Ok. We were just cleaning some of the new things. We are going to paint those lamps next week," he said. I knew he must like putting artistic flair on things. He certainly did that to himself.
I sat on the bed and I tapped the mattress for him to sit if he wanted. He came over and sat down gently.
"So, Josh, you've become a big star really fast. What are you gonna do when the season is over? Do you play other sports?" he asked thoughtfully. It was a good question.
"Well, I don't know about being a big star. Never seen myself that way," I said laying down on my side and resting my head on my hand. He followed suit. I began to see this one as a charmer. "I don't play other sports. I'm just good at football. The problem is, now that I have been captain and quarterback, I might not be so comfortable being just a player on another team, with other guys being the leader," I said, laughing at an image that came to mind.
"Oh I can imagine," Tristan said. "Once you're the boss, why would you become a servant?" he said with some flair. His eyes were like glass.
"So Tristan, are there other elves in your family or are you the only one?" I asked.
"Elves? What do you mean?" looking puzzled by the reference.
"Well, your eyes dance, your hair is shiny, your skin glistens. I figure there must be some elven or other mystical being in your DNA. I mean, if I were to shine a flashlight at you, the light would literally reflect off of you. it's amazing!" I said, adding some flirt.
"Oh," he said and then laughed. "No, I'm not elven but when you put it like that, I love the thought. It sounds so romantic. This is just some stuff I bought and you just spread it on. I love it," he said, giggling.
He looked down shyly and then looked back into my face. Oh this one knew how to pull you in. I was feeling sucker punched. Just then, our spell was broken by Tyson who had come into the bathroom looking for Tristan.
"TRISTAN!" he yelled. "What are you doing?" Tristan jumped up and before he could say anything, Tyson yelled again, "Get out of here. You don't need to be in here pestering Josh. That's the last thing he needs! Honestly," he said, dragging out with him. Tristan turned to me and smiled and waved at me. Ok, that was completely funny. I thoroughly enjoyed that little exchange.
A few minutes later I could hear them in the workroom still arguing about it, Tristan defending himself saying he didn't do anything wrong. We were just talking. Tyson suggested that stretching out on the bed with his stepbrother making goo goo eyes didn't look much like just talking. Then he made fun of me saying that light would reflect off him and what not. "That's it," I thought. Tristan needs a break from this. I went downstairs, and from the bottom of the stairs, I yelled, "Hey Ty, can you come here for a minute. I need you real quick!"
Ty came to the top of the stairs and said "What?"
"I said come here. Just for a minute, please."
He came down and I led him to Bill's study where it was private.
"What's up with you?" I asked. "You're pushing him kind of hard don't you think?"
"Well, we had some things to do and he was wasting time with you," Ty said.
"No he wasn't," I replied. "He was just being social. it's Saturday night, after all. Nothing wrong with that!"
"Well, it's not just social," he snapped. "My friends are all going to want to come here so they can hang out with the great and mighty Josh Warner. Well, maybe I don't blame them but I'm not going to put up with it," he demanded. "Besides, you're just going to go back to your football team and make fun and tell them I have a bunch of girls hanging around. I know how this works, you know!"
"Ty," I said calmly, "I think you're being right childish."
"How dare you," he said straightening his back with indignity.
"No, you are being childish. And selfish," I added. "First, you should know by now that I'm not going to make fun of anyone you bring here, first, because they are your friends, and second because I don't make fun of people. Second, just because I find your friends fabulous in many ways, being smart and creative and funny, don't think for a moment I'm going to like them better than you," I said quietly. I moved closer to him and flicked his hair on his forehead, "You're number one around here, Ty. Didn't you get that message last night?"
He was frozen. I could see he was thinking hard at what to do next. Then he finally said, "Thank you Josh. You're right, I was acting childish. I don't want people using me to get close to you. But, Tristan is one of my best friends. I know he's not doing that."
"This is a whole new world for me, Ty. Yeah I'm lucky I get to be quarterback and I get to live in this beautiful house, and I get to see my mom live a whole new life. But I'm also meeting new people and seeing new things for the first time. You are opening my eyes to people I have never imagined. Let me get to know your friends. It's perfectly ok if you show me off a little. I'm like your trophy step brother," I said. This should just about close the circle, I thought.
"Oh Josh! Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel left out, like I was ashamed of you or anything. My dad and I have talked several times and we are both so happy you are here. I'm really sorry," he said looking very ashamed.
"Hey," I said, lifting his face toward mine. "Go back upstairs with your friend. I promise I will try not steal them away from you if you at least let me hang out and get to know them a little, deal? And about the match tomorrow, I'm going to be there. I won't take my eyes off you the whole time. I promise not even for a second," I said.
"Cool and deal," he said laughing.
"Now, if they fall in love with me, I cannot be held responsible. It won't be my fault!" I said as he was walking back out to the living room. He looked at me and gave me the evil eye which made me crack up.
I didn't hear much from them the rest of the night. I was texting several of my friends back home, Bryce dropped me a note. Cam sent me a message saying he was able to see part of the game online and he thought I was incredible.
I heard the parents come in and went downstairs to see them. They asked me if everything was ok. I told them it was. They asked where Ty and Tristan were. I confirmed they were upstairs asleep. Mom told me about the restaurant and the lamb chops she had. The lady was overly talkative but they had a nice time in any case.
I went back upstairs and, leaving the bathroom light off, opened the door to Ty's room to see what they were doing. They were asleep in the bed. Ok, this is a hard place for me. Imagining their gentle bodies, the look and feel of their soft skin, I just wanted to crawl in between and let them sandwich me. Or they could crawl into my bed. Of course, I wouldn't be able to sleep at all with all that beauty surrounding me. Oh Jesus, I am so frustrated! I went back into my room and laughed at how silly it would look, me being cuddled up with Bryce in the bed. Or better yet, my friend Diesel Gray from back home. But these guys, like Tyson and Tristan, were made to snuggle with, like personal teddy bears, well, after you've fucked them, that is. Again, I talk so big!
The next day was the tennis match. The players were all wearing their prescribed white shorts and collared shirts. Tyson's game was second in line. I was sitting with my mom and Bill. Bill and his sportcoats and my mom were now wearing a big brimmed hat. They were really "good" together I think. Walking out onto the court, Tyson looked back our way. I gave him a thumbs up and he smiled and waved. He played the match and despite the fact he got "sideways" with the referees about a ball that was too close to the line, he won the match. I had a break as his next match was two matches away. I went to the restroom and there I was ambushed by Crocodile Lisa and her entourage.
"Josh!" she yelled from across the breezeway. "Come here! There are some people I want you to meet." I walked over and she introduced me to a stylish crowd. These were obviously private school kids. Why didn't she go to private school I wondered. She made a big deal about the game Friday night and they all looked impressed but didn't understand a thing about what she was saying. Then she brought up homecoming and tried to get me to confirm my plans. I told her I may already have plans, and was just waiting for the final word. I would now have to ask Ginny Tatum to the Homecoming dance to ensure I didn't get stuck with Crocodile Lisa. Ginny was fun after all. She is super nice, a bit humble even. She's prettier than she thinks but she doesn't fuck. I suspect she is still a virgin, which is perfect for me. Takes the pressure off, even though a little "bump and grind" wouldn't hurt anything. Back home, the temptation was not very high. Here, though, with Tyson and his beautiful boys, I'm feeling it. Wanting it. Mental note: Ask Ginny to Homecoming before someone else gets her.
I waved goodbye, and was glad to do so, to Crocodile Lisa and her little club. I relieved myself, gave a wink to the cute guy standing by the bathroom door who looked at me like a star had descended from heaven, and went back to the bleachers.
Mom said, "you have created quite a stir today, honey," smoothing my hair down. Mom's do that to put their mark on you. Your hair isn't really messed up and it doesn't actually look bad. it's just their way of telling other mom's you're her pretty baby. it's a combination of vanity and possessiveness, I'm sure. My mom has always picked just the right moments to "smooth" my hair down.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, I can barely step away without someone commenting on how great that game was Friday night and how proud they are of you. You get tired of hearing it, don't you son?" she asked.
"Well, it's not like that was the last game. What will they be saying if I lose the next two games. My reputation has further to fall the longer the winning streak continues," I said.
"Exactly," chimed in Bill. "That's why I said not to let your nose get too high in the air. Winning streaks do not last forever, Josh. Keep it in perspective. You will be fine," he said smiling. Mom brought out some sparkling waters from her small cooler as we waited for Ty's next match. If he wins this match, he will be playing in the championship two weeks from now. He will win a little money but it's split with the children's charity which all the players agreed to.
There was a short break then Ty took the court again. I just loved how agile he was. His form was perfect for the tennis court. I might ask him to teach me to play. It would keep me exercised and in shape in the off season. I noticed during the match, he swiped two balls back to his opponent even though they were probably out of bounds. I think that was his way of dealing with the blind referee. We all knew that was a bad call in the previous match but you can't argue with them.
When he won the match 3-1, we cheered. He looked straight at us and was so proud. That is my little stud to be, I knew. The day was approaching when I would stop this tip-toeing and get on with things. That evening is when I decided to test the waters, literally. He was showering before bed. The parents were downstairs watching Masterpiece Theatre on PBS. They loved it. Occupied the tv on Sunday night every week. I slipped on a pair of nice boxers I got at the mall. I went into the bathroom and leaned against the counter. I gave myself a few strokes and felt my dick get started up.
"Hey Ty," I said casually.
"What's up, Josh?" he asked from the tub, behind the curtain.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't mind playing some tennis with me. I mean, like, teaching me how to play. It would be so great if I could play in the spring and summer!"
"Yeah, sure. I think that would be cool. Teaching is a good way to hone your own skills, as you already know," he said in response.
"I think I have good form," I said. "Hey check this out," and he peeped out of the curtain. I did a pretend tennis serve, added by a tennis swing. He saw what I had to show alright and it wasn't tennis swings. I saw his eyes. They fixed on my dick extending the fabric of my boxers. " What do you think? Good form?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, Josh, you do have good form. Now let me finish my shower please. Do you mind?" he asked impatiently.
"Sure, oh yeah, I'm sorry," then I peeled the curtain back just a bit and said, "you were so awesome today," and in a low growl, "you were just fucking hot out there, dude," and I finally got a glimpse of my boy with his own hard on. I closed the curtain back quickly and left the bathroom. It only took a moment or two at the bathroom door to know he was jerking off in there. That was it. Perhaps he had been doing it the whole time but he was just so fucking discrete. I heard his breaths and some quiet moans during what must have been him cumming. Fuck, what a perv thing to do. Spying on your step brother while he jerks off. I changed the rationale to say I was only collecting data to determine if he was hot for me. Given how much I wanted to be in that shower with him, having him shoot his cream all over me, well, I had everything I needed. The actual assault was now close at hand. As I stretched out in my bed, I let my imagination get the best of me, and with my cock poking the pee slit of the boxers, I shot my own load. It was just a last minute thing that in this particular dream, Tyson would have to share that load with Tristan. He deserved a taste, with his glassy eyes and glistening skin.
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