The Shirt

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I wake up and look around the house to see if Bro is home. Sadly he wasn't home yet. I decided to go back to my room and text John and the others for a bit.
John: Hey Dave! Long time no text! Jade: We heard you went to the hospital! Rose: Are you okay?
After an hour of questions being answered. I decide to wander around the house. I feel like I don't got into certain parts of the house anymore it's kinda weird. I never realized how hot it is in the house. I need to get out of my room more often ((Actually me)). I decide to look in the fridge. Just for fucks sake cause it's not like I'm gonna eat. Holy shit there's actually fucking food in here?! The hell when I was a kid we barely had fucking food! This is fucking bullshit! When I was a kid it was like 'SORRY DAVE. I SPENT ALL MY MONEY ON BULLSHIT, I AINT GOT NOTHING LEFT FOR FOOD.' Then I was the slick fuck I was and went to my friends houses to eat. Whatever. I close the fridge and go back up to my room. It's hilarious how I don't ever leave my room, but when I do I find something that pisses me off. I went into my closet and grabbed Bro's shirt. A slight grin formed on my face from the smell of the shirt. I decide to actually leave my door open for once since Bro wasn't home. I lay down on my bed with the shirt over my face. I start to think of Bro more and more. Geez I kinda had a crush on him, but now...it's certain I have something for him. I should think of my brother this way.  He basically raised me. Honestly I think thats what turns me on; the fact I shouldn't have him. Every thing about him turns me on. Especially the way he smelled. God this kink is worse than I ever thought. I want him to tell me that Im disgusting for fucking and wanting to fuck my brother. Just the thought of Bro makes my cock twitch. I want him more than ever right now. I can feel my  skinny jeans getting tighter by the minute.

((I know it makes me a dick to leave it here but I get anxiety if it's longer than 320 words and it's 412 rn))

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