My Stepbrother Slept Shirtless in My Bed.

[StoriesByTroy]

Part 1: My Stepbrother Slept Shirtless in My Bed. His Dick Was Huge. And He Knew I Wanted It.

It had been years since I’d seen Caleb in person. We met when our parents got married. He was already in college by the time I was old enough to drive, and after the wedding, he basically vanished, moved to the city, got a job, and became one of those people you occasionally like Instagram posts from but never actually talk to. I remembered him vaguely as this tall, awkward guy who wore oversized hoodies and said “cool” a lot. Quiet. Kind of broody. The kind of person you forget is even family.

So when my mom casually mentioned he’d be staying the night on his way to a wedding, I didn’t think twice. She was like, “He’ll just crash for one night. Try not to make it weird.” Which was rich, coming from her. But I figured, fine. One night. We’d make small talk, maybe catch up. Then he’d be gone.

What I didn’t expect was Caleb walking through the front door looking like someone I’d fucking pay to stare at. He had this laid-back swagger that made my skin flush instantly. Tight jeans that hugged his thighs. A fitted T-shirt stretched across thick shoulders. Arms tan and muscular in a way I didn’t remember. Jawline sharp enough to cut glass. And his voice..low, casual, amused, carried this dangerous ease that made my stomach flip.

“Damn,” he said, looking me up and down with a grin. “You got taller. Broader, too. Not bad.”

I laughed awkwardly, trying not to stare back. “You too.”

He dropped his duffel right onto my bedroom floor, like he already owned the space. “Hope it’s cool if I crash in here. Couch looked like ass.”

I shrugged. “Yeah. No worries.”

But it was a problem.

Because later that night, when I came back from brushing my teeth, the light from the hallway cut a stripe across my bed and there he was. Already on my bed. Shirtless. One arm thrown over his face, lips parted, the blanket pushed down to mid-thigh. Perhaps asleep. His underwear was thin, soft red cotton that clung to every curve, and underneath was a bulge so thick, so fat, I physically stopped walking to take a look. It was curved slightly to the left and so clearly outlined it looked like it might tear through the fabric.

I stood there, frozen, throat dry. My dick was getting hard and I hadn’t even touched myself. It wasn’t just the size. It was the whole fucking sight of him. His legs splayed slightly, abs still tense even in sleep, his cock stretching that thin cotton so tight I could see the ridge of the head. He was still. Breathing slow.

I should’ve turned around. Should’ve climbed into bed and rolled the fuck over.
Instead, I took a step closer to get a better view.

And then, he spoke. His voice was low. Sleep-rough. But definitely awake.

“Troy,” he murmured, like he’d been waiting for me to make a move. “If you’re gonna stare at my cock all night, just fucking come closer and touch it.”

I froze.

My face flushed hot. “You’re not asleep?” I croaked.

He smirked, eyes still half-closed. “Was. Then I felt you staring at my bulge.”

I couldn’t tell if I was embarrassed or turned on beyond belief. Probably both. “You’re... not mad?”

“Mad?” He huffed a soft laugh, then looked down at his underwear. “I’ve had a raging boner since you walked in. I was hoping you’d notice, bro.”

He tilted his hips slightly, like a dare. “Well?”

I stepped closer until I was kneeling beside the bed, right next to his thighs. The warmth of his skin radiated toward me. I could smell him, clean sweat, faded cologne, something faintly musky. I reached up with one hand, slowly, and laid it flat against the bulge. Jesus. He was so hard. Thick and warm under the fabric. He let out a soft exhale. I rubbed gently along the length of it, tracing the shape. It twitched under my palm. Then I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the cotton.

He groaned.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered. “Do that again.”

I licked him through the underwear. Slow. Teasing. I could taste the heat of his cock even through the fabric. My hand stayed low, rubbing along his length. And that’s when I felt it. Wet. Sticky. My fingers came back damp.

“Are you... leaking?”

Caleb laughed softly, shifting his hips. “You’re the one who made me start.”

I grinned. “Let’s fix that.”

He didn’t resist when I slid his trunks down. His cock sprang out, flushed dark, thick as hell, already glistening at the tip. It curved toward his stomach and pulsed slightly with each breath.

“Jesus,” I whispered.

“Take a closer look, brother,” he said.

I leaned in and took him into my mouth. The taste hit immediately, salty, sweet, heady. I sucked the head, tongue swirling, then slid deeper. His cock filled my throat and made me gag a little, but I didn’t stop. I wanted him to feel it. Every inch. He groaned and threaded his fingers into my hair.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed. “You’ve done this before.”

I moaned around him, bobbing faster now. My spit slicked everything, his cock, my lips, my chin. I was a mess, and he was loving it. His hips started moving on their own, small thrusts into my mouth, steady and controlled.

The sounds got obscene fast. Wet, sloppy, raw.

Gawk...

gawk...

gawk.

I was drooling in no time. Spit poured from my mouth, dripping all over his cock, his thighs, down to his balls. I was choking on it, but I didn’t stop. He just groaned louder.

“Holy fucking hell,” he breathed, looking down at me. “You are a throat goat.”

Gawk.

Gawk.

Gawk.

Gawk.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last,” he muttered. “Hold...”

One final thrust.

My nose hit his pubes. He held me there, deep, cock buried in my throat.

“Wait...wait..there I cum…”

Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded my mouth, filling me up fast. I swallowed once, then again, until it stopped. I kept my lips wrapped tight around his cock until I felt him soften slightly. Then I pulled back, panting, licking my lips.

Then I pulled back, lips still wrapped around the head, and sucked the last drop out like it was nothing. Looked up at him.

“You’re welcome to stay longer if you like,” I said.

He laughed. Still hard.

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The next morning, Caleb steps into the shower, and I can’t stop myself from watching. Do you think he’ll catch me staring again?


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Part 2-25 please!

 

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Part 2-25 please!

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Part 2: My Stepbrother’s Dick Was in My Throat Last Night. This Morning, He Fucked Me in the Shower.

My stepbrother Caleb was visiting the city. Just passing through on his way to a wedding. We hadn’t seen each other in years, and I barely remembered anything about him except the hoodie-wearing dude who never talked. But when he showed up at my place jacked, confident, cocky, he looked nothing like the guy I remembered. And that night, things got... complicated. One second I was staring at the thick bulge in his underwear while he slept. The next, I was on my knees with his cock in my throat. He came so hard I was still tasting it when I woke up.

I was still hard, too.

The sun was barely up. My room smelled like sweat and cum and guilt. And from the bathroom, I could hear the shower running. The door was cracked. Steam poured into the hallway like a scene from a movie. I should’ve rolled over and gone back to pretending last night didn’t happen.

But I didn’t.

I got up. Walked straight to the door. And stood there. Watching.

Caleb was under the spray, head tilted back, arms braced on the wall, water running in thick streams down his back and over the curve of his muscular ass. He looked like sin. His muscles glistened, flexing slightly with every breath, and his cock semi-hard and heavy, hung between his thighs like it belonged there. Every part of him screamed “off-limits.” And still, I couldn’t look away.

Then he turned his head. Caught me. A smirk spread across his face. “Still staring lil bro?”

My mouth went dry.

“Shut the door,” he said. “And get in here.”

I stepped in. The steam hit me first. Then him.

He didn’t even wait, just reached out, grabbed my waist, and yanked me under the water. My underwear was soaked instantly, clinging to me. His hands roamed down my back, over my ass, pulling me close. His cock bumped against my stomach, hot and thick. “I’ve been hard since I woke up,” he muttered. “You gonna take care of that again?”

I nodded.

But he didn’t move to push my head down. Instead, he spun me around.

“Not with your mouth this time.”

My breath caught. “You’re gonna...?”

“Yeah,” he said, kissing the back of my neck. “Gonna fuck you, lil bro”

I didn’t say a word. Just braced my hands against the wet tile and spread my legs.

He took his time. His fingers slid between my cheeks first, slow, teasing, opening me up under the hot water. He kissed down my spine while he worked me open, breath hot, cock pressed against my thigh. Every movement made me whimper. He was gentle, but firm. When he finally lined up, I was shaking.

“You ready?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck me.”

He pushed in. Slow. Deep. Inch by inch.

I moaned, forehead pressed to the tile. His cock stretched me open until I could barely breathe. It was too much. And still not enough. He leaned over my back, one hand gripping my waist, the other flat against the wall beside my head. His breath was hot on my ear. His hips pressed flush against my ass.

“God you feel good,” he whispered. “Tight as fuck.”

Then he pulled back. And started moving in and out of my hole.

Thwack...

Thwack...

Thwack...

The sound of it echoed through the shower. Skin on skin. Wet. Loud. Raw. The slap of his hips against my ass matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. I was bracing against the wall, legs wide, mouth open. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Just took it.

Thwack...

Thwack...

Thwack...

“Fuck dude,” he groaned, slamming back in. “I didn't know my brother's hole would feel this good”

His cock hit that spot again and again. My toes curled. My thighs trembled. Water streamed over us but it only made the whole thing messier. His hands were all over me. Gripping my waist. Spreading my cheeks wider. Running down my spine. The tile was cold but his body was fire.

Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...

He kept up the pace. No teasing. Just deep, filthy strokes that made me cry out every time he bottomed out. I could feel the sweat mixing with the water. Hear the squelch of each thrust as his cock drove into me over and over. He was breathing hard now. Groaning under his breath.

“Fucking look at you,” he muttered. “Bent over and dripping for me.”

I was. Leaking onto the shower floor. My cock hard, untouched, throbbing.

Then he spat. Right between my cheeks. Used his thumb to spread it, push deeper. The new slick made everything worse. Better. My knees nearly gave out.

Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...

He fucked me faster. Harder. The slap of his hips was brutal now. I was gasping, moaning with every thrust. The pressure was unbearable.

“Please,” I whispered. “I’m gonna... I need to...”

He reached around and grabbed my cock. Started jerking me in time with his thrusts.

Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...

“You gonna cum on my hand?” he asked. “While I’m fucking you open?”

I nodded. Couldn’t even form words. Just let out a choked moan.

And then I came. Hard. Cum spilled over his fingers, hitting the wall, the floor, my stomach. My whole body shook. But he didn’t stop.

Thwack...Thwack...Thwack...

He was groaning now. Fucking me deep. Rough. Possessive.

“I’m gonna fill you up again,” he said through gritted teeth. “Take it. Take all of it.”

I braced for it. Felt his cock swell inside me. Then....One final thrust. Buried to the hilt. He came. Hard. Grunting low. Hands gripping me tight as he spilled everything inside me. Hot. Thick. Endless.

We stayed like that. Him buried deep. Water pouring down over us. My legs shaking. His chest rose and fell against my back. After a moment, he laughed.

“Goddamn,” he breathed. “Now I wonder if going to that wedding is even worth it.”

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He was supposed to be getting ready for the wedding, towel around his waist, all dressed up and in a rush. I was still lying there, naked on the bed, body sore, barely moving. He walked in to grab his clothes then stopped. Stared. And I could feel it: we weren’t done. Not even close.


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Part 3: My Stepbrother Walked In, Dropped His Towel and Buried His Face in My Hole

I walked out of the shower dripping and sore, still dazed from what just happened. My stepbrother Caleb had fucked me hard against the tiles. My hole was wrecked, my thighs a little shaky, my whole body tingling from being used like that. I didn’t bother grabbing a towel. Just padded out bare, water still running down my back, and collapsed face-first onto the bed like the fucked-out little slut I was.

I spread my legs slightly, ass bare, leaking, still throbbing from how deep he’d gone. I didn’t even try to cover up. I wanted him to see it. Wanted to stay spread and messy in case my brother walked in and got hard all over again.

Back in the bathroom, he was still rinsing off. I could hear him talking to himself, bitching about the time. “Bro, you made me late for this wedding,” he called out, voice echoing. I smiled into the sheets, not saying a word. The shower shut off. Then the hair dryer kicked on. I could hear him rushing, drying off, brushing his teeth, trying to pull himself together like he hadn’t just pounded me into the wall.

A few minutes later, he came out in nothing but a towel around his waist, hair damp, still toweling it dry. He was scanning the room for the clothes he’d laid out before he went to shower: a crisp black shirt, slim tailored slacks, a green tie. All of it neatly folded right beside me, where I was lying facedown, ass out, thighs glistening, still open like I was begging for round two.

He stopped mid-step. I didn’t look back at first. Just stayed there, pretending not to notice. But I felt it. The shift in the air. The way his breath hitched. The silence.

“Jesus Christ. Why the fuck are you laying there like that?” he muttered, voice low.

I smiled into the pillow and shifted slightly. Arched my lower back just a little, enough to tilt my hips up, stretch my legs. A slow, lazy, post-fuck sprawl. “Like what?” I mumbled.

He stepped closer. I could hear the towel drop. His voice dipped.

“You’re such a slut, little bro.”

I turned my head, met his eyes. “Can’t resist, can you?” I said, grinning. “Who’s the one staring now?”

He didn’t say anything. Just stood there for a second. His eyes dropped back to my ass. His tongue flicked out over his lip. He looked like a man losing a fight with himself.

“Argh, fuck,” he groaned. “I wanna eat you.”

“You sure?” I teased, shifting just enough that my cheeks parted slightly. “You’ve got somewhere to be, remember?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, kneeling down. “I remember. I just don’t give a fuck right now.”

He just gripped my ass and spread me open, hard. His thumbs dug into the meat of my cheeks, pulling me wide until my hole was fully exposed. He leaned in, breath hot, and licked a fat stripe right up the center. I gasped. His tongue was already wet and sloppy, and when he spit, it was loud and filthy; landing right on my hole before he smeared it in with two fingers.

“God, you taste like my fucking cum,” he groaned. “You’re still dripping from the shower.”

“Then clean your mess up,” I said. “Eat it.”

That was all he needed.

He dove in.

Face buried between my cheeks, tongue fucking me like he hadn’t eaten in days. No build-up. No teasing. Just filthy, desperate licking. He spit again, slathering it across my hole, then shoved his tongue inside with a deep grunt. His beard scratched my skin, and the roughness only made me push back harder.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Yes, just like that.”

He didn’t let up. His hands held my ass open, firm and possessive. His tongue worked in tight circles, then slid in deep. Again and again. I was squirming now, whining into the pillow, grinding my ass back like a fucking animal in heat. The sheets were damp under me. My cock was hard and untouched, drooling pre all over the bed.

I felt his breath catch. He spit again. Got even rougher.

“Such a fucking hole,” he growled. “You were made for this.”

I whined. “Then use me.”

He flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. Lifted my legs and went straight back in. I could barely see his face which was deep buried in my hole, his mouth open, lips slick, spit shining on his chin. His tongue was relentless. He looked drunk on it. Like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me.

“Say it,” he murmured, tongue flicking my hole.

“Say what?”

“That you fucking love this.”

I didn’t hesitate. “I fucking love this. I love your mouth. I love being open for my brother.”

He smiled against me, and then shoved his face back in. I cried out. My legs twitched. My hands were gripping the sheets, the bed frame, anything I could hold onto.

“You’re such a good boy,” he muttered.

He stayed there, eating and licking and worshipping like it was the only thing he needed. My body shook. My eyes rolled back. I was already leaking everywhere and hadn’t even touched myself. I didn’t need to. He was doing everything.

Eventually, he slowed down. Pulled back. Stared at me with that same look from last night. The one that said this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

He stood up slowly. His cock was rock hard again, leaking at the tip. He looked down at himself, then back at me.

“Dude,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “I’m gonna miss this wedding.”

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My stepbrother had already fucked me in the shower...hard. Then he came out, saw me lying on the bed soaked and spread, and dropped to his knees to eat me out. His spit was still dripping down my ass while he stood there, towel gone, muttering about being late for the wedding. But then he looked at me and said, “Fuck it.” He got back on the bed. Round two wasn’t a choice. It was a need.


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Part 3: My Stepbrother Walked In, Dropped His Towel and Buried His Face in My Hole

I walked out of the shower dripping and sore, still dazed from what just happened. My stepbrother Caleb had fucked me hard against the tiles. My hole was wrecked, my thighs a little shaky, my whole body tingling from being used like that. I didn’t bother grabbing a towel. Just padded out bare, water still running down my back, and collapsed face-first onto the bed like the fucked-out little slut I was.

I spread my legs slightly, ass bare, leaking, still throbbing from how deep he’d gone. I didn’t even try to cover up. I wanted him to see it. Wanted to stay spread and messy in case my brother walked in and got hard all over again.

Back in the bathroom, he was still rinsing off. I could hear him talking to himself, bitching about the time. “Bro, you made me late for this wedding,” he called out, voice echoing. I smiled into the sheets, not saying a word. The shower shut off. Then the hair dryer kicked on. I could hear him rushing, drying off, brushing his teeth, trying to pull himself together like he hadn’t just pounded me into the wall.

A few minutes later, he came out in nothing but a towel around his waist, hair damp, still toweling it dry. He was scanning the room for the clothes he’d laid out before he went to shower: a crisp black shirt, slim tailored slacks, a green tie. All of it neatly folded right beside me, where I was lying facedown, ass out, thighs glistening, still open like I was begging for round two.

He stopped mid-step. I didn’t look back at first. Just stayed there, pretending not to notice. But I felt it. The shift in the air. The way his breath hitched. The silence.

“Jesus Christ. Why the fuck are you laying there like that?” he muttered, voice low.

I smiled into the pillow and shifted slightly. Arched my lower back just a little, enough to tilt my hips up, stretch my legs. A slow, lazy, post-fuck sprawl. “Like what?” I mumbled.

He stepped closer. I could hear the towel drop. His voice dipped.

“You’re such a slut, little bro.”

I turned my head, met his eyes. “Can’t resist, can you?” I said, grinning. “Who’s the one staring now?”

He didn’t say anything. Just stood there for a second. His eyes dropped back to my ass. His tongue flicked out over his lip. He looked like a man losing a fight with himself.

“Argh, fuck,” he groaned. “I wanna eat you.”

“You sure?” I teased, shifting just enough that my cheeks parted slightly. “You’ve got somewhere to be, remember?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, kneeling down. “I remember. I just don’t give a fuck right now.”

He just gripped my ass and spread me open, hard. His thumbs dug into the meat of my cheeks, pulling me wide until my hole was fully exposed. He leaned in, breath hot, and licked a fat stripe right up the center. I gasped. His tongue was already wet and sloppy, and when he spit, it was loud and filthy; landing right on my hole before he smeared it in with two fingers.

“God, you taste like my fucking cum,” he groaned. “You’re still dripping from the shower.”

“Then clean your mess up,” I said. “Eat it.”

That was all he needed.

He dove in.

Face buried between my cheeks, tongue fucking me like he hadn’t eaten in days. No build-up. No teasing. Just filthy, desperate licking. He spit again, slathering it across my hole, then shoved his tongue inside with a deep grunt. His beard scratched my skin, and the roughness only made me push back harder.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Yes, just like that.”

He didn’t let up. His hands held my ass open, firm and possessive. His tongue worked in tight circles, then slid in deep. Again and again. I was squirming now, whining into the pillow, grinding my ass back like a fucking animal in heat. The sheets were damp under me. My cock was hard and untouched, drooling pre all over the bed.

I felt his breath catch. He spit again. Got even rougher.

“Such a fucking hole,” he growled. “You were made for this.”

I whined. “Then use me.”

He flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. Lifted my legs and went straight back in. I could barely see his face which was deep buried in my hole, his mouth open, lips slick, spit shining on his chin. His tongue was relentless. He looked drunk on it. Like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me.

“Say it,” he murmured, tongue flicking my hole.

“Say what?”

“That you fucking love this.”

I didn’t hesitate. “I fucking love this. I love your mouth. I love being open for my brother.”

He smiled against me, and then shoved his face back in. I cried out. My legs twitched. My hands were gripping the sheets, the bed frame, anything I could hold onto.

“You’re such a good boy,” he muttered.

He stayed there, eating and licking and worshipping like it was the only thing he needed. My body shook. My eyes rolled back. I was already leaking everywhere and hadn’t even touched myself. I didn’t need to. He was doing everything.

Eventually, he slowed down. Pulled back. Stared at me with that same look from last night. The one that said this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

He stood up slowly. His cock was rock hard again, leaking at the tip. He looked down at himself, then back at me.

“Dude,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “I’m gonna miss this wedding.”

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My stepbrother had already fucked me in the shower...hard. Then he came out, saw me lying on the bed soaked and spread, and dropped to his knees to eat me out. His spit was still dripping down my ass while he stood there, towel gone, muttering about being late for the wedding. But then he looked at me and said, “Fuck it.” He got back on the bed. Round two wasn’t a choice. It was a need.


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Now that was hot as fuck---great writing.