by Renny Abbas
“Well, this place definitely gets a ten out of ten on the uniqueness scale,” Johnathon muttered under his breath.
“I agree,” Clark replied, causing Johnathon to jump slightly at the sound of his voice. He hadn’t realized that he had been talking loud enough that his stepbrother was able to hear him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to a pizza parlor that was decorated like this before. I kind of like it, though.”
Once they had been seated by a friendly blond waitress that Johnathon recognized as Clark’s friend, Claire, he took a minute to study the menu. His stomach shrank slightly at the sight of the prices for the larger pizzas, his finger moving to tug on the collar of his shirt lightly. Not exactly the cheapest place in town, is it? The largest pizza sold for $35 dollars, with the cheapest pizza costing roughly $20. The prices didn’t seem to bother Clark, who was in the middle of a conversation with Claire about the how many breadsticks came in a single order.
“Anything look good to you, champ?” Clark asked finally, turning his attention to Johnathon once more and giving him that toothy grin that he always did when they were together. “Don’t worry about the price. The rents are paying for this one,” he said with a conspiratorial wink, pulling a credit card from the folds of his wallet.
“They gave you a credit card?” Johnathon asked, pouting gently. He had asked his father repeatedly about the possibility of him getting a credit card to help him cover emergency expenses. He wasn’t working because his tuition had all been paid for, but he still felt like there was no harm in allowing his only son to have a bit of extra spending money. “Dad said that he wouldn’t even consider giving me a credit card until I turned twenty-one.”
“That is the joy of being twenty-five and having your own job, I guess,” Clark said playfully, poking his finger toward Johnathon. “Maybe you should consider getting yourself some part time work?”
“I don’t think that I would be able to pull it off. I have such a full schedule with my classes that I don’t think I’d be able to handle trying to balance both work and classes,” he said lamely, knowing that he didn’t sound the least bit convincing.
“Says the guy who says that he only has two homework assignments tonight,” Clark said with a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why don’t we drop the bullshit and you can tell me why you really don’t want to get a job?”
Johnathon took a deep breath, leaning forward slightly so that he could keep his voice low. “I worry that I won’t be good enough. I’ve spent my entire life being bullied because of how I look, and spending years being told how basically worthless you are makes it so that you eventually start to believe it.”
Clark frowned at that, his eyes moving over to where Clare was standing patiently and cleared his throat. “Clare, do you think you could bring us the biggest pizza you have. I’d also like two cokes and a basket of breadsticks,” he said, closing his menu and holding it out to her.
“Sure, Clark. I’ll let the chef know and get that started for you,” she said cheerfully, her blue eyes quickly darting toward Johnathon, her hand moving to gently take the menu in his hand from him. “I’ll bring out those Cokes for you right away.”
Once she was gone, Clark returned his attention to Johnathon, who swallowed at the suddenly intense look on his stepbrother's face. “I don’t want you to listen to people like that,” Clark said quietly, eyes glinting in the faint light of the restaurant. “People like that are only trying to ease their own misery by making others miserable. They have no idea what they are talking about,” he added vehemently.
“Clark,” Johnathon started to speak, only for Clark to hold up his hand.
“I have known you for seven years now, John. I met you when you were just a teenager, and I’ve practically watched you grow up. I’ve seen the things that you excel in and I know the things that you struggle with. Nothing that I have seen in all this time would lead me to believe that you would be incapable of working. You just need to stop letting the bad things that people say about you control the way that you view yourself,” he said, his hand reaching over to pat the top of Johnathon’s gently. “The instant that you allow yourself to believe in the things that you can do, you will realize just how amazing you really are. Your friends and I see it, so it is time for you to see it too.”
“T-Thank you, Clark,” Johnathon replied, his heart fluttering gently in his chest at his stepbrother’s words. It was oddly comforting to know that someone as cool as Clark thought so highly of him, a gentle smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “I’ll try to believe in myself a little bit more from now on.
“Glad to hear it,” Clark said, watching as Clare set the glasses of Coke down onto the table and reaching over to take his. “I’ll drink to that,” he added, clinking his glass gently against Johnathon’s.
Chapter 5
After the two of them had eaten their fill of pizza and had gotten the rest of their food boxed up to take with them, Clark paid the bill and they left, Johnathon making sure to offer Clare a friendly wave goodbye before the door closed behind them. Clark played some music on his phone during the ride back home, the two step siblings singing along to a myriad of anime opening themes and 80’s rock ballads. Once they had gotten home and Clark had parked his car in the driveway, the two of them carried their leftovers into the house and put them away in the fridge. Clark crouched down in front of the open refrigerator and pulled a can of beer out of the bottom drawer, cracking open the tab and taking a deep swig as he pushed the drawer closed with his foot. “Ah, nothing like a nice beer after a hard day of work.”
“What is so hard about working from home as a Youtuber?” Johnathon asked, rolling his eyes as he reached into the fridge to grab himself a can of Coca-Cola, wrinkling his nose in the direction of the beer. He had never understood why his father and stepbrother seemed so enamored with the strange smelling drink; he chalked it up to being one of those things that you gradually developed a taste for if you did it long enough.
“Hey, you would be surprised about how hard it is to come up with material,” Clark replied, draining the rest of his beer and crushing the can with one hand before tossing it over his shoulder into the recycling bin. “If it were easy to do what I do for a living everyone would be doing it,” he said, grabbing another beer and walking toward the living room.
“Well, I think I am going to go get a jump start on my homework. I’ll be back down once it is all finished,” Johnathon said, smiling shyly at his stepbrother before grabbing his backpack from where he had set it on the kitchen table and made his way toward the stairs that lead down into the basement where his room was. He had made the choice to get the basement room when they had first moved in because he figured it would provide him with the most privacy. He dropped down onto the expensive futon that served as his bed pulled his wheeling table over to him so he could set his textbooks and whatnot on it.
The hours ticked by, and when he finally finished his homework and pushed his desk away he found that it was already 7 pm. He looked up toward the ceiling, wondering why he hadn’t heard anything from Clark in that time. Maybe his step brother was up in his room preparing a video for his channel, or possibly watching a movie in the living room on low volume. Whatever he might be doing, Johnathon figured there was no harm in him going up to get another soda and check on Clark. Despite Clark being the older step sibling, Johnathon still found himself worrying about him. I guess that is just what family does.
He walked as quietly as he could up the stairs, wincing slightly as the second to last stair creaked loudly when his weight settled on it. He had told his dad countless times that he wanted that stair to be fixed, but apparently, it had slipped the older man’s mind once again. Maybe I should just ask Clark to call someone to do it. He would probably get it done a lot faster than if I wait for Dad to finally get around to it.
He tossed his empty Coke can into the recycling bin before walking into the living room, discovering that Clark had brought his PS4 d
own from his room and was currently playing Diablo III. Johnathon smiled and moved to sit on the couch beside his step brother, reaching forward to grab the spare controller. “Mind if I jump in?”
“Not at all,” Clark said with a smile, his voice slurring slightly. Judging by the smell of his breath, Johnathon could tell that Clark had drunk quite a few more beers in the time he had been in the basement. “Was just thinking that I wouldn’t mind partying up.”
Johnathon signed into his character and waited for Clark to resume the game, glancing over at his step brother when he heard Clark clear his throat. “Is something wrong, Clark?”
“Do you like me, Johnathon?” he asked suddenly, his voice having gotten unusually quiet.
“Of course. I like you, Clark,” Johnathon replied, confusion evident in his voice. “You are my step brother, after all.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Clark said as he turned to face toward Johnathon, his hand moving to cup his face, his thumb stroking over Johnathon’s cheek. “Do you like me?” he repeated, his face inching closer to Johnathon’s.
Johnathon felt his throat getting dry, gazing into Clark’s eyes. Despite him being slightly tipsy, Clark’s eyes seemed fully alert. His actions, Johnathon realized, were not a result of the beer. “C-Clark? Are you gay?”
Clark simply smiled, his hand moving to grip Johnathon by the back of the neck gently. “As gay as you are, Johnathon. I’ve seen your browser history,” he said, their lips separated by mere inches now. “Don’t worry, though. I won’t tell Mom and Kevin. At least, not until you want me to.”
“Why would I ever want you to tell them?” Johnathon asked incredulously.
“To explain why the two of us are dating now,” Clark replied, pressing his lips against Johnathon’s, causing whatever words Johnathon would have said to die immediately on his tongue. Instead, he simply closed his eyes and surrendered to the kiss.
He felt something wet sliding across his lips and opened his mouth, letting out a quiet moan as Clark’s tongue slipped into his mouth. Johnathon sucked on it gently, the two only breaking their kiss once they had run out of breath. “W-What now?” he asked softly.
“Now we move on to the fun part,” Clark said, his hand moving to begin undoing the buttons on his pants.
Chapter 6
Johnathon sat frozen as he watched his step brother’s fingers nimbly move to undo the buttons on his khaki pants before sliding the zipper down, the sound seeming to echo in Johnathon’s ears. He knew he should have walked away; he should have just gone back to his room and not come out until Clark had a chance to sober up a bit. Even knowing that he couldn’t stifle the curiosity that was beginning to grow inside of him. He had always wondered why his handsome step brother had never seemed particularly interested in the countless girls that tried to flirt with him in public. Johnathon’s mind wandered back to an incident at one of the county fairs where two beautiful young blondes had run up to Clark and asked him if he would want to go somewhere a little more private with them.
It had been obvious that they had been drinking; the slurring of their words and the slightly disheveled appearances of each woman had made that immediately apparent. Clark had simply smiled and shaken his head, saying that he had promised to spend time with his step brother at the fair since they didn’t get to have much one on one-time due to Johnathon being in college. It had been an obvious lie, but the girls had bought it, looking incredibly rejected as they slunk away. Clark had snuck a look at him then, offering Johnathon a playful wink but refusing to answer his question when he asked him why he didn’t take them up on their offer. “I promised I’d spend the day with you, not them. You want to make a liar out of me?”
Johnathon’s attention was brought back to the present by Clark rising from the couch, tugging his pants and boxers down in one brazen motion that left him completely nude from the waist down. Johnathon blushed brightly as he caught his first glimpse of his brother’s thick cock, the thick shaft already half-swelled with arousal. He felt like he was in a trance as he moved slowly toward Clark, sinking to his knees before his step brother until he was face to face with that turgid length. He could smell his step brother’s natural musk exuding from him, but it wasn’t by any means a dirty scent. His brother had just gotten out of the shower when he came to pick Johnathon up from school earlier, after all.
Johnathon allowed his hand to wrap around Clark’s thick shaft, slowly allowing his hand to stroke back and forth along it. It felt warm and soft in his hand, yet it was hardening directly in front of his eyes in a manner that he found fascinating. He had seen more than his fair share of porn before, and Clark was not lacking anything in that department. Johnathon felt kind of strange about kneeling in front of his step brother, the desire to suck the thick phallus before him seeming to grow more intense with every second that passed. He was self-conscious about the fact that Clark was watching him in an almost expectant manner, the desire to not disappoint his step brother causing Johnathon to finally open his mouth and allow his tongue to take a tentative lick at the crown of Clark’s cock. He wasn’t quite ready for the loud moan that slipped from his step brother’s lips, but it did goad him on a bit.
He spread his jaw a little wider and leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees as he took the thick head of Clark’s cock into his mouth. Pursing his lips around it gently, he began to suck softly on it. He allowed his tongue to stroke along the underside of his cock, tasting the musky accents of his step brother’s skin and shivering when he realized that he didn’t mind the taste at all. He felt Clark’s hand move to rest on the back of his head, urging him to try and take more of the fat cock before him into his mouth. He obliged, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to take another four inches of cock into his mouth, stopping when he felt himself in danger of gagging.
“That’s it, Johnathon. Just like that,” Clark said quietly, his hand stroking through Johnathon’s hair.
He slowly began to pump his hips back and forth, being careful not to gag Johnathon as he allowed his cock to saw back and forth inside of his younger step brother’s mouth. He had never realized how badly he had wanted this until it was happening, the older man already thinking about all of the fun that he could have with Johnathon in the future. The alcohol in his bloodstream was helping him to hold off his orgasm, Johnathon being unexpectedly good at using his mouth to pleasure Clark’s throbbing erection. Clark wondered briefly if this wasn’t the first time that his younger step brother had done something like this but soon pushed the thought from his mind. Even if that was true it really wasn’t any of his business, and asking about it would probably only make Johnathon become more distant. Some things, he had learned, were better left unsaid.
Johnathon picked up his speed, breathing through his nose as he took more of Clark’s cock into his mouth, feeling the head occasionally slipping down into his throat and doing his best to fight his gag reflex. He could hear Clark’s breathing getting quicker, the fat cock in his mouth beginning to swell even more in his mouth. He didn’t even get a warning as Clark came, pushing his head as far down on his cock as he could get it right as those hot spurts of cum began to erupt down his throat. Johnathon was forced to swallow reflexively, pulling his step brother’s seed into his belly until Clark pulled out enough that the last few spurts dribbled out onto his tongue. Johnathon’s throat felt a bit raw from the throat fucking, the younger man only able to over his step brother a shy smile as he wiped his mouth clean on the sleeve of his shirt.
Chapter 7
The next day, when Johnathon went to class, he found that his mind was far more distracted than usual. He had not slept well the night before; the memory of sucking his step brother’s cock had replayed itself in his mind all night, causing him to get incredibly hot and bothered to the point that he had to jerk off roughly to calm himself. He had masturbated no less than seven times in the time span of a couple of hours and it had done nothing. After hours of tossing and turning he had manag
ed to fall asleep only to be rudely awakened by his alarm clock at 8:30 am so that he could get ready in time to get dropped off at the campus.
It had felt so naughty, but he found himself already desiring the events of yesterday to repeat themselves. He didn’t know if Clark would be quite as willing to allow it to happen without a few drinks in his system, though, and Johnathon was genuinely afraid that Clark would never mention it again and the two would be forced to return to their platonic relationship as step brothers. It had felt so nice when Clark had told Johnathon that he liked him, and the thought that it might have been merely the words of an inebriate had him slightly bummed out. Jenny seemed to pick up on that during lunch, her eyes glittering with concern as she set her sandwich to the side and cleared her throat. “Is something wrong, Johnathon? You’ve been unusually quiet today. Something on your mind?”
If only you knew. “Nah, just thinking about the homework from yesterday,” he lied lamely. “I think I might have done a few parts wrong, so I’m mildly freaking out about it.”
“Bullshit,” she said brusquely, taking him by surprise. “I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t be spacing out this much about mere homework, Johnathon Royals. Why don’t you stop lying to me and tell me what it is that is really going on?” she insisted, the look on her face telling him that she wasn’t about to take no for an answer.
“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you must promise that you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone,” he said, his stomach knotting at the mere thought of someone discovering what had taken place between him and Clark. He knew deep down that they had crossed a point of no return, and while he didn’t regret anything that they had done he still couldn’t stop himself from worrying about what others would say should they ever find out. “Clark likes me.”
