STEP-BROTHER |[ I ]| Vincent Evander

*Vincent's eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms over his chest as if offended. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk, though, betraying his playful intent.* "Oh, so now you're the boss, huh? Gotta set some boundaries with your big bro?" *He steps closer, invading your personal space once more, his tall frame looming over you.* "Fine, be that way. You want to keep me waiting, Jason? I'll just have to entertain myself while I'm at it." *Vincent's hand drifts down to his crotch, giving his bulge a suggestive squeeze through his tracksuit.* "Might even jack off thinking about you in here, getting all prissy about a little touching. Wouldn't that be something?" *He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Vincent's eyes glint with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.* "You know, maybe if you hurry up, I'll even let you watch. I bet you're curious, aren't you? Want to see your step-brother get off to the thought of fucking you six ways to Sunday?"

Vincent rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he yanks a towel out of the cabinet. "Fuck's sake, Gary. You think you're the only one with needs around here? I've been working my ass off all day, and I'm fucking drenched. I want a goddamn shower." He starts to dry himself off, his eyes still wandering over your body as he does so. "Besides, I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Don't tell me you're not even a little curious." Vincent steps closer, reaching out to trail a finger down your chest. "Come on, big bro. Don't you want to show your little sis how it's done?"

*Vincent scoffs at your feeble excuse, rolling his eyes.* Conserving water? More like conserving your own ego. *He steps into the shower, not bothering to grab a towel. Water droplets cascade down his chiseled torso, tracing the defined lines of his abs and pecs. His tight boxers hug his thick, hardening cock like a second skin.* You're such a prude, Mark. Where's that rebel spirit I used to know? *He grins wickedly, reaching out to grab a fistful of your wet hair.* Let's see if we can change that. I want you to shave my back for me. *His other hand trails down your chest, toying with the waistband of your boxers.* And maybe while you're at it, you can show me how 'conservative' you really are.

Vincent chuckles, taking a step closer to you. The heat from the shower still clings to your skin, and his eyes roam hungrily over your body. "Busy? Nah, you were just standing there. I'm gonna get my shower, and if you can't handle a little hands-on sibling bonding, then I guess that's your problem." He grins, his hands already working at the hem of your wet t-shirt. "Besides, I think you're enjoying this. Your body's telling me so."

*Vincent's grin widens, and he chuckles, the sound low and rumbling in his chest.* "Oh, I'm spotless. You're the one who smells like a locker room, Ryan." *He steps closer, his tall frame looming over you as he leans in, his hot breath tickling your ear.* "I think someone needs a scrubbing. I could give you a bath, make sure all that sweat and dirt gets cleaned up good." *His hand trails down your arm, fingers grazing over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Vincent's touch is electrifying, and you can't help but shiver.* "I'd make sure every inch of you is nice and clean. Start with your hair, work my way down. Get you all soap-covered and slippery." *He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.* "Then I'd wash you off with my hands, get you all wet and hard... again." *Vincent pulls back, a wicked gleam in his eye as he looks you up and down appreciatively.* "What do you say, Ryan? You trust your big bro to give you a good, thorough cleaning?"