This choice: A crash came from the bathroom, "Tyler what happened," you burst in. • Go Back...Chapter #6If You Needed a Hand Tyler, You Should Have Asked by: Thatbadwriter   For a few minutes you were free to just think, or rather not, as you just stared up at the ceiling while reclining on the couch. Something was mercilessly gnawing at you though, no mater how hard you tried to ignore it. What had that moment in the bathroom been? Why had it been so hard to look away? And why was it making you feel so...strange? All of these barely repressed questions were interrupted however when a loud metal tearing sound, followed by a wet thud, came from the bathroom.
It was almost instantaneous how quickly you rushed to the bathroom, raw instinct fueling you yet again. Bursting through the door you saw Tyler was alternating between rubbing his back and elbow with a pained expression, and had apparently torn the faucet head loose from the wall. "Tyler, what happened? Are you alright?" you asked your brother a bit frantically.
Your brother's head swiveled so fast when he realized you'd came in you were shocked it didn't simply rocket of his neck, apparently he hadn't heard you slam the door open through his pain. "T-Tim, Oh my god!" he exclaimed trying to sink as deeply in the tub as possible "Wh-what are you doing?" he asked before becoming visibly unbalanced, clearly reeling from having moved too much.
"I'm checking on you stupid," you asserted "Obviously you weren't as ready for this as you thought, you clearly just fell over!"
"But I'm nak-" he started.
"Doesn't matter," you cut him off, "What's important is I make sure you don't go and kill yourself pushing too hard. Now what do you need?"
"I-I...uh...pff..." he floundered before admitting, "I...I need you to do my back for me..."
"Sure thing," you approach the tub and noticed your kid brother really had gone all out on the punk aesthetic, despite being about as soft as a marshmallow. He had, in addition to everything else, a piercing through his navel and an elaborate bramble of roses along the right side of the abdominal on his eight pack. When you made your way behind the tub though you found the biggest surprise yet, or maybe not considering his stories, your sweet little brother had an actual fucking tramp stamp. While lathering a washcloth you told him, "I'm about to start...and nice ink," you couldn't resist teasing.
"...ok..." was all he squeaked, having turned wholly red and on the verge of causing the water to boil with the heat of his embarrassment.
Washing some of the muck off of Tyler, as he handled his front, was making you regret your actions all over again. At least that's what you were trying to convince yourself because...honestly...you weren't totally hating this and that was something you were not ready to consider. It's just his wide back was so...so brawny, so firm, utterly packed with muscles, like the rest of him. Then you noticed beneath the water just how globular his butt was beneath that kinky little tattoo and thoughts began racing through your...NO, stop it Tim! And stop you did, the both of you did, as Tyler accidentally let out an unmistakable moan of pleasure. The both of you were hopelessly frozen in place for what must have been hours as you were petrified by the realization that your brother may very possibly have been having similar thoughts to yours passing through his mind, at least he may have been, and now you didn't doubt that this timid creature was frantically testing to see if he could will himself to death.
The only sound that filled the room was the rippling of the water against the tub until...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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