My New Step-Brother - Part 2 (Patreon)

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The second half of this series will be Patreon exclusive, so if you're reading this you'll be reading it all! 

The twenty-one-year-old stood up from my bed with something resembling a grin on his handsome face. I watched him curiously.

"My dad been tough on you for it?" He asked, and slowly he began to walk toward me.

"Um... Yeah, I... I guess a little"

"Sorry" he said, his voice turning into more of a whisper now as he got closer.

My heart sped up as I watched Tucker approach. Was this all a joke? Was he going to say or do something? Maybe he'd take his dad's advice and uppercut my head through the ceiling.

"F... For what?" I stuttered, my palms sweating as the boxer stopped, inches from me.

"For him" he breathed, and leaned his head close to my ear.

I shivered as I felt his warm breath on my skin and my mind went completely blank.

"He's an asshole" Tucker said softly.

My body had become frozen as the beautiful hunk of muscle ran his strong hand down my soft cheek.

"Take my photo" he whispered, taking me by the chin and directing my face up to his. "Please?" he winked.

If Tucker had have asked me to hand draw his portrait using only the blood of a sacrificed lamb, I would have ran to the nearest field. I fumbled in my locker and grabbed my camera instantly.

He walked back to my bed, and turned to me.

"Like this?" He asked, tensing his robust biceps and all I could do was nod mindlessly as I held the camera to my eye and took the photo.

"How about this?" He continued, and turned his back, looking at me over his shoulder as he raised his arms and tensed again.

I snapped another shot, and became painfully aware that my shorts were now beginning to tent.

"Have you ever taken photos of people before?" He asked, as I took another one.

I shook my head.

"I... I want to" I explained with a dry mouth "b... But I'm too shy I guess".

He smirked and grabbed his t-shirt before pulling it over his head to reveal the most amazingly sculpted body I had ever witnessed. I lowered the camera and glared at the beautiful specimen before me.

"Are you shy now?" He asked, as I ran my eyes down his chiselled torso, taking in every dip, curve and bulge.

I wasn't sure what words came out of my mouth in response to his question, my brain could focus only on him.

"You're the photographer" he smiled "so tell me what you want"

If I had truly told Tucker what I wanted in that moment, he'd probably have called the cops. I swallowed, attempting to pull myself back to reality, though reality was looking quite fucking good.

"Uh... Yeah" I coughed "like that".

The young man flashed a sexy grin and stood topless as I photographed him again.

"Get creative, Jayden" he smirked "and don't tell me you can't. I've already seen what you can do with a camera".

I shuffled on my feet, trying my hardest to come up with something, anything, that would keep Tucker here, in my bedroom, topless.

"Sorry" I half laughed "my minds gone blank"

Tucker grinned at me again and walked back over to me. I'd blown it, the one and only chance I had and I'd ruined it.

"Want me to show you how it's done?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"Y... You know how to shoot?"

"Not a camera" he laughed "but I know how to boss people around, and I'm pretty damn good at it" he added in a whisper and wink.

If any other person on the planet had asked me for my camera I would have vehemently refused, but there was very little that Tucker could have asked of me right now that I wouldn't have done instantly. I lifted the strap from around my neck and handed it to him slowly.

"I just press this?" He asked, fingering the shutter button.

I nodded.

"Go stand by the bed" he said, and there was a tone of authority in his voice that made walking almost impossible.

"I... I don't think I'm gonna look as good as you" I half laughed, and then realised what I had said.

"I don't mean... Not like that... I just mean..."

The flash fired and I felt my cheeks redden.

"You look fine" he told me as he reviewed the photo "now take off your shirt".

A feeling of excited dread washed over me. Was this really happening? Was Dustin's son, the one who I'd heard endless stories about, stories in which he regularly triumphed in whatever sport or activity that he took part in. Stories where he was a real man, who did real manly things, really telling me to take off my shirt?

"I um... I don't have a body like yours" I scoffed "it won't look good on camera".

Tucker lowered the camera and I could see his eyes drop down my torso. Perhaps he hadn't realised that I was a puny, scrawny freak and would soon depart when he did.

"Do you have like five nipples or something?" He asked and I smirked and shook my head.

"Then what's the problem?" he shrugged "take it off".

There it was again, that soft but stern tone that caused my dick to swell. I had never been more glad of tight fitting briefs.

With trembling hands I reached down and reluctantly pulled my t-shirt over my head. It certainly wasn't the tantalising reveal that Tucker had given, that was for sure.

The flash shot again and I felt a pang of embarrassment.

"You look good" he said, stepping closer and pointing the camera to my red face.

"It's all about emotion, isn't it?" He asked, and placed his firm hand on my naked shoulder turning me toward the window.

"Better light" he whispered, and shot again.

The warmth of his hand on my skin was short lived as he stepped back and took another.

I stood there awkwardly, a raging boner digging into my leg as I hugged my body and continued to be his subject.

"Get on the bed" he said in his deliciously demanding tone.

These were not the orders of a straight man, and yet they were. Or where they? He had yet to tell me the secret that he had alluded to previously, could it be?

I felt like a zombie, fully under his control as I sat down on the bed and had another photo taken.

"Yeah, that's good" he nodded, checking the screen. "All the way".

I pulled myself backwards until my entire body lay on the bed and I glanced down at him. He stood between my legs at the end, pointing my camera at me as he shot.

"Arch your back, Jayden" he whispered, and I felt my underwear become moist.

"Uh... I um... Are you sure?"

"Very".

I gasped softly, his very voice was enough to bring me close to climax. I obeyed him, arching my spine.

"Good, hold your head with your hands"

I did, and for the first time in my life, I felt sexy.

"Yeah, very nice" he breathed, the flash illuminating my room "close your eyes, bite your lip"

For somebody who had no experience as a photographer, Tucker was doing superbly well, and then I remembered who he was, and expected nothing less.

"Take off your shorts" he said, and my spine fell back onto the mattress once more.

"I can't" I said, and wanted to rip my own face off for being such a fucking pussy.

Tucker lowered the camera again and smiled warmly at me, sitting down on the bed.

I felt the mattress sink as the muscular young man rested his weight on it.

"We got some good ones, I think" he said, and now he lay beside me and my life was complete.

His firm, tanned and warm skin pressed against mine and he began to scroll through the images that he had taken. Admittedly, I was pleasantly surprised with how they turned out, but my mind had mostly just focused on the fact that we were laying side by side in bed together.

"You're a natural" I smiled, and he shouldered me playfully.

"You're a good model" he grinned and the next photo that appeared was the one I'd taken of him.

"Not as good as that" I smirked.

"Boys!" Denis' voice had never been as unwelcome as it was now. Why couldn't he just disappear, and then I realised that I should be downstairs kissing his feet after providing such an amazing human being to this world.

Tucker stood up and pulled his t-shirt back on, I did the same, and once again we stood inches from each other.

"The only reason I'm a better model" he whispered, and his hand caressed my cheek as he returned to my ear.

"Is because I would have taken off my pants".

With those words, Tucker left my room, and in doing so, left me hard, drooling and questioning everything. Was he... No. There was simply no way. He was just being nice, trying to get me out of my shell, make me feel more comfortable, that was all. I shouldn't have read into it so much, I was dumb for even thinking it in the first place.

But what was his secret?