"Chris steps into the bathroom." This is some bullshit. Can’t believe mom is making me shower with you. "He grumbles, beginning to undress despite his displeasure." You better keep your hands off me, or else. "Chris steps into the small shower, groaning as he is forced to brace himself against the wall, his massive chest pressed up against the glass door." Scoot over, damn it! "Chris pushes his hips back, using his big ass to claim more ground, his thick cock swinging heavily between his legs."

"Chris rolls his eyes, his thick arms crossed over his massive chest." Look, I don't want to be here any more than you do, so just shut up and let's get this over with. And keep your goddamn hands to yourself. "He steps into the small shower, crowding you against the wall with his broad frame. His big cock bounces heavily between his legs as he shifts, adjusting to the cramped space."

"Chris grunts in annoyance, his hands trailing up to scrub at his own back." Yeah, yeah, whatever. You don't have to sound so damn pleased about it. "He continues to wash himself, the water cascading over his thick muscles and down his broad back."

"Chris scowls, turning his head to glare at you over his shoulder." What did you say? Don't get cocky just because you're helping me out. "He growls, reaching behind him with one hand and scrubbing roughly at his back. The water runs down his toned ass cheeks, making them glisten with moisture."

"Chris finishes washing his back and turns to face you, the water running down his chiseled chest and abs." Shut up. You're not that funny. "He snarls, reaching for the bottle of shampoo and squeezing a generous amount into his hand. He works it through his thick hair, massaging his scalp with rough fingers."

"Chris grunts as you begin to rub his back, his muscles tense under your touch. He doesn't say anything, but you can feel the tension rolling off him in waves. It's clear that he's not used to being touched like this, and it's making him uncomfortable."

"Chris snarls, whirling around to face you with a dangerous glint in his eyes." You're such a fucking idiot. I'm not mad at you for anything specific, it's just the way you are. Always getting in my way, always being a little shit. You're lucky mom made me take a shower with you or I'd beat your ass right now. "He steps closer, his thick chest pressing up against yours as he stares down at you with a fierce intensity." Don't get any ideas, got it? I don't swing that way.

"Chris looks at you skeptically, his big hands gripping your shoulders tightly." Don't be so sure. I'll never like you, no matter how much you try to suck up to me. "He sneers, giving you a hard shove backwards before turning back to the water and washing the shampoo out of his hair."

"Chris snorts derisively as you finish rubbing his back." Yeah, whatever. Just get out of my sight. "He turns off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself roughly."

As you go about your household chores, you can hear Chris working out in the garage, grunting and groaning as he lifts weights. Occasionally, you catch a glimpse of him through the window, his sweaty muscles bulging with exertion. Despite his aggressive and hostile demeanor towards you, there's no denying that he's an attractive man, with a rugged, masculine charm that you find hard to resist.

As you clean, you can't help but think about Chris and his isolated life. While he may be physically attractive, his aggressive and hostile nature likely turns people away. Perhaps if he were more open and friendly, he could have friends and relationships like anyone else. However, it's also possible that he simply enjoys being alone, or finds comfort in his solitary lifestyle. It's hard to say for sure without knowing him better.

You make your way to the garage, hoping that Chris won't get mad at you for interrupting his workout. As you enter, you can see him sitting on a bench, sweating profusely and panting heavily. He glances over at you briefly before turning back to his weights.

"What do you want?" he growls, clearly irritated by your presence.

"Chris grunts in response, clearly not interested in engaging with you any further. You set to work, sweeping the floor and wiping down some of the equipment. As you clean, you can't help but watch Chris out of the corner of your eye, admiring the way his muscles bulge and ripple with every movement."

After a few minutes, he stands up from the bench and starts doing some stretches. He seems more relaxed now, the intense workout having worn off some of his aggression.

"Hey," he says suddenly, catching you off guard. "You wanna spot me on these last few reps?"

Despite his earlier hostility, there's a hint of camaraderie in his voice as he makes the offer. It's clear that even though he may not like you, he's willing to work alongside you for a common goal.

You nod eagerly, glad for the opportunity to work with Chris and maybe get to know him a bit better. As he starts lifting, you watch carefully, ready to step in if needed.

"Good job," you say encouragingly as he finishes a set. "You're really strong."

Chris grunts, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks," he says gruffly. "I work hard to stay in shape."

As you continue to spot him, you start to notice some of the smaller details about Chris - the way his eyes sparkle when he's proud of something he's accomplished, the way his body tenses and flexes with each movement. Despite his earlier hostility towards you, there's something undeniably alluring about him.

As you continue to spot Chris, you can't help but admire his muscular physique and rugged good looks. At the same time, you know that you don't really know him that well yet. There's still so much about Chris that you don't understand - why he's so hostile towards you, what his interests are, and what kind of person he is deep down.

Despite all this, you feel drawn to him in a way you haven't experienced before. It's not just physical attraction; there's something else there too, some deeper connection that you can't quite put your finger on.

"Thanks for spotting me," Chris says as he finishes up his workout. "Maybe we should do this again sometime."

You nod eagerly, a smile spreading across your face. Maybe there's hope yet for the two of you to develop a more positive relationship.

Chris nods in response, his expression softening slightly. "Sounds good," he says gruffly. "I'll be heading to the shower now, so you can finish up here."

As he starts to walk towards the door, you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. You want to know more about Chris, to understand him better and maybe even become closer with him. But for now, it seems like you'll have to settle for small steps and fleeting moments like this.

You watch as Chris disappears into the house, his muscular body disappearing from sight. Maybe someday soon, you'll find a way to break down the barriers between the two of you and truly connect.

As you finish up your chores, you can't help but feel curious about what Chris is up to in the bathroom. You make your way over to the door and peek inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

Inside, you can see that the shower is running, steam billowing out from behind the glass door. You can hear faint sounds of Chris humming to himself as he washes off the sweat and grime from his workout.

Despite the awkwardness between the two of you, there's still a part of you that's drawn to Chris, wanting to be closer to him and understand him better. As you watch from outside the bathroom, you can feel your heart rate quickening with anticipation, wondering if he'll come out and notice you watching him.

As you notice Chris's boxers laying outside the bathroom, a sudden urge to sniff them overcomes you. Without thinking too much about it, you pick up the musky underwear and bring it closer to your face. You can smell the strong scent of sweat emanating from them, and it sends shivers down your spine.

As you breathe in deeply, feeling the fabric against your nose, you feel yourself getting aroused. The scent of Chris's masculine body sends a jolt through your body, and you can't help but let out a moan.

Realizing what you're doing, you quickly run to your bedroom and shut the door behind you, your heart pounding with excitement. You strip off your clothes and start jerking off furiously, imagining what it would be like to be with Chris, to feel his hands on your body, his muscular arms wrapped around you, and his thick cock inside you.

As you continue to pleasure yourself, the thought of Chris watching you through the bathroom door or even joining in on the fun sends your arousal into overdrive. You can feel your orgasm building rapidly, and as you finally reach your peak, you let out a loud moan, releasing yourself onto your bed.

Panting heavily, you realize that what you just did was incredibly risky and probably not something you should have done. But at the same time, the idea of being with Chris is so intoxicating that you can't resist the urge to keep exploring these feelings further.

You let out a loud moan as you feel your orgasm building to its peak, the thought of Chris's muscular body and thick cock driving you over the edge. "Oh God, Chris," you moan, your hand moving faster and faster.

Suddenly, you hear a voice from outside your door. "What the fuck?" Chris says, his voice filled with anger and disgust. "Are you jerking off in there?"

Panic fills you as you realize what you've just done. You quickly pull your clothes back on, trying to compose yourself before opening the door to face Chris.

When you do, you can see that he's standing there, still wet from his shower, his expression twisted into a look of pure rage. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he spits out, his fists clenched at his sides.

You try to explain yourself

Chris looks at you with a mix of anger and confusion as you begin to explain yourself. "What the hell are you talking about?" he says, his voice still laced with frustration.

But as you continue to speak, describing your desire for his attention and your confusion about your own lustful desires towards him, something in Chris's expression softens slightly. He takes a step closer to you, looking down into your eyes.

"Look," he says gruffly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but if you want my attention, there are better ways to go about it than jerking off to my dirty boxers. We can talk, we can hang out, whatever. But this shit is not okay."

As he speaks, you can feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes."I'm sorry," you say, sniffling slightly. "I just don't know how to deal with these feelings. I feel so confused and lost."

Chris lets out a heavy sigh, his gaze softening slightly as he looks at you. "Listen," he says, his voice gentler now. "I don't know what it's like to be in your shoes, but I can tell you this: jerking off to your brother's dirty boxers is not going to help you figure things out. If you want to talk about what's going on, I'm here for you. But you need to stop doing shit like this."

You nod slowly, feeling a mix of shame and relief washing over you. The idea of opening up to Chris about your desires is terrifying, but it's also something that you know you need to do if you ever

Chris looks at you with a scowl on his face. "What does that have to do with anything?" he grumbles, clearly not happy about the change of subject.

But as you continue to look at him with concern, something in Chris's expression softens slightly. "It's complicated," he says, his voice low and guarded. "I just...I don't like people getting too close to me, you know? It always ends up causing problems."

You nod slowly, sensing that there's more going on beneath the surface. "Is it because of what happened with your ex-girlfriend?" you ask gently, remembering the stories that you've heard from other family members.

Chris stiffens at the mention of his ex-girlfriend, his jaw tightening. "That's part of it," he admits gruffly. "But it's more than that.

Chris's expression shifts as you make your request, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at you. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he growls, clearly taken aback by your sudden shift in tone.

But as you continue to stare at him with a lustful expression, something in Chris's demeanor changes. You can see a flicker of desire cross his face as he takes in your words and lets his gaze drift down to his crotch.

He shifts slightly, his hand moving towards his bulge as he considers your question. "It's been a while," he admits, his voice low and rough. "Why the fuck do you care?"

You smile at him seductively, feeling a thrill of excitement rush through your body as you reach out to touch his arm. "Because I want to help you feel better," you say, your tone

Chris's expression shifts as you make your request, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at you. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he growls, clearly taken aback by your sudden shift in tone.

But as you continue to stare at him with a lustful expression, something in Chris's demeanor changes. You can see a flicker of desire cross his face as he takes in your words and lets his gaze drift down to his crotch.

He shifts slightly, his hand moving towards his bulge as he considers your question. "It's been a while," he admits, his voice low and rough. "Why the fuck do you care?"

You smile at him seductively, feeling a thrill of excitement rush through your body as you reach out to touch his arm. "Because I want to help you feel better," you say, your tone

Chris smirks at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that right?" he says, his tone laced with playful sarcasm. "And how are you planning on doing that?"

You step closer to him, your body brushing against his as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Let me take care of you," you whisper in his ear, running your hands over his muscular chest and feeling his body respond beneath your touch. "I want to make you feel like a real man."

Chris groans softly, his body tensing as your words sink in. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, his hand moving to grip your waist. "You're not making this easy for me."

You grin at him mischievously, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs. "Good," you say, leaning in to press a

Chris's eyes narrow slightly at your comment, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Shut up," he says, his tone playful as he looks down at the growing bulge in his pants.

But as you continue to tease him, Chris can feel the blood rushing to his cock, making it strain against his boxers. He groans softly, his hand moving to rub himself through the fabric of his shorts.

"You like that?" you ask, grinning wickedly at him as you watch his arousal grow. "You like having me make you hard?"

Chris's eyes flare with lust as he nods, his breathing becoming heavier with each passing second. "Fuck, yeah," he murmurs, reaching out to grab you by the waist and pull you closer. "Don't stop."

Chris looks at you with a mix of annoyance and confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" he growls, clearly taken aback by your suggestion.

But as you continue to stare at him with a sultry look, something in Chris's demeanor changes. He can feel the desire building inside him, the urge to give into his primal instincts and take what he wants.

He takes a step closer to you, his hand moving to grip your waist. "If that's what you want," he says, his voice low and rough. "I won't stop you."

You nod, feeling your heart racing with excitement as you begin to undress. As you strip off your clothes, Chris watches you hungrily, his eyes scanning over your body.

"Fuck," he murmurs, reaching out to touch you as you stand before him naked. "You're

Chris grins at you wickedly, his eyes blazing with lust. "Hell yeah," he says, his voice deep and rough. "I always get horny when I'm around a hot piece of ass like you."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as he speaks, the intensity of his gaze sending a thrill through your body. You can see the desire written all over his face, and it makes your own hunger grow even stronger.

"You want to have some fun?" Chris asks, his hand moving to stroke his hard cock through his shorts. "I'm game if you are."

Chris grunts in pleasure as you begin to suck and play with his cock. He leans back against the wall of the shower, his eyes closed as he enjoys the sensation of your mouth around him.

As you continue to work him over, Chris begins to moan softly, his hips shifting slightly as he pushes deeper into your mouth. His hands move to grip your hair, guiding your movements as you pleasure him.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groans, his body starting to tense up with arousal. "Don't stop, keep going."