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Hi my names Matty. I've always thought of myself as straight. I've had a couple of girlfriends. But my step brother changed that forever.

I'm 18 years old and about 5'9 with chestnut brown hair and green eyes. I'm slim but I'm working on a six pack. I have a smooth chest and my mum is Italian, meaning I have a natural olive complexion.

Now my step brother Jordan is the complete opposite. He's 19 almost 20 and is 6'3 with rock hard abs and a muscular build as well as blond hair and bright blue eyes.

My mum got married to Jordan's dad and they soon moved into our house. Our house was only small because it had been just the two of us for so long so Jordan had to share my room with me. A couple of days later mum and Jordan's dad went away on their honeymoon, leaving Jordan and me alone for the first time.

The first morning that we were alone was where it all started.

It late morning and I was still asleep. I always slept in tight boxers and that didn't change even when Jordan moved in. A knock on the door woke me and Jordan entered. I was sleeping on my stomach but I turned my head to see him.
"Come on Matty, you can't stay in bed all day" he said, standing over me.
He was pissing me off already.

I groaned and rolled over, getting tangled in the bedsheets.

I don't think he realised that I was tangled up because he yanked at the bedsheets, sending me rolling off the bed and onto the floor.
"Jorrdannn!" I shrieked, climbing back into bed.
But he refused to give me my sheets back and I couldn't sleep without them so I got up and stomped out of the room.

He ran down the stairs after me "Sorry Matty"
But I stomped into the kitchen, huffing like a little kid.

I wasn't really mad at him, but I didn't want to show it.

I was pouring a bowl of cereal when he came back into the kitchen. He had pulled off the tank top he was wearing and that was the first time I saw his bare chest which I couldn't help but admire.

He must have caught me staring because he grinned and I looked away blushing.

I turned my head and walked into the living room, turning on the tv and sitting down on the couch. Jordan came in and sat next to me.

I don't really know why but my eyes kept wandering from the tv to his body and after a while I noticed that his eyes were fixed on mine.

I was just embarrassing myself so I got up and went back into the kitchen, leaning against the countertop, closing my eyes and putting my head in my hands, trying to figure out what was up with me.

No more than a minute after I had closed my eyes, I felt two warm hands on my hips. I looked up to see Jordan standing extremely close to me. I stared at him wondering what the fuck he was doing, but I couldn't help gazing into his eyes and at his cute face.
He pulled me even closer so I was pressed against him.

"You're so cute" he said grinning.

I was completely stuck for words and was shaking in Jordan's arms but he seemed totally relaxed.

He moved one of his hands away from my hips and up to my chin, tilting my head up. He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against mine and suddenly it was like I was shocked back to life. His lips just felt so good against mine and his body was so warm. I eagerly started to kiss him back and he fully obliged to it. We stayed kissing gently for several minutes.

But suddenly it changed from gentle to wild.

He lifted me up and sat me down on the edge of the countertop where he smashed him lips back against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and exploring my mouth. Our tongue began to massage together.

His hands were slide up and down my back while my arms were around his neck.

Suddenly the house phone rang and we both jumped.

Jordan rang out into the hall to answer it, leaving my sitting on the counter. A million thoughts were buzzing through my head.

what the fuck had just happened?

We couldn't do this!

And for fucks sake I'm not even gay! Or am I?

I looked down and realised that I had a raging boner that was tenting my boxers. I ran upstairs, passing Jordan in the hall but refusing to make eye contact. From what it sounded like, it was mum on the phone, checking to see how we were.

I went into our room and leaned against the wall. Maybe I was gay? It was never this much fun with a girl!
At that moment Jordan burst into the room.

I turned around to look at him. His face was red and he actually looked nervous, but he looked so so sexy and I had never wanted someone so bad.

"Matty......." He gasped.

But I cut him off because all my feelings that were probably building up for years, unleashed themselves and I pounced on Jordan, jumping right up to him and wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms draped over his shoulders.
He looked a bit shocked. Maybe he was surprised I made the first move, but I didn't give him time to think because I smashed my lips against his. Again.