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Monday, October 27, 2025

[SS-1607] Stepbro's Birthday


STEPBRO'S BIRTHDAY


You didn’t even wanna be there.
The stupid pink cake. The party hats. The glitter.
You didn’t even like your stepbrother that much.

But your mom made you go.
"It’s his birthday," she said.
So you showed up. Brought a bottle of wine and kept to yourself.

Everyone else at the party? All guys. All gay.
Hot ones, too—shirtless, buff, glitter on their pecs. Laughing, touching.
You sat in the corner and drank.
Glass after glass.

You don’t remember much after that.

You wake up the next morning with a headache and a dry mouth.
The house is quiet. No more party noises, no more thumping music.
Just the light coming in through the blinds.
And him.
Your stepbro.


He shifts. His now sitting on the edge of the bed.
In nothing but grey briefs.
He’s not talking. Just drinking from a glass. Looking down at you.
Like he’s waiting.

“W-what?” you mumble.

“You forgot my birthday gift,” he says.


His voice is calm, but there’s something about it. Heavy. Hot.
You sit up slowly.
His thighs stretch wide. The bulge in his briefs is...
You swallow hard.

“Dude, I—”
“Don’t say no,” he says. “I’ve been waiting all year for it.”

You try to laugh. You’re not even sure if he’s joking.
But he doesn’t smile.

You reach for your phone.
Call your girlfriend.
Hey… Can we move lunch to dinner instead? Yeah. Hungover. Sorry.
You hang up.

You look at him again.
He’s leaning back now, arms behind him, abs tight, his dick swelling against the fabric.

Fuck.

You walk toward him, still in last night’s clothes.
He raises an eyebrow.

“So… what do you want for your birthday?”

He smirks. “Surprise me.”

You drop to your knees.
You can’t believe you’re doing this.

But you’re doing it.

You pull his briefs down slowly. His cock springs out, thick, already leaking.
You hesitate.

He cups the back of your head.

“Suck it, for the birthday boy.”

And you do.

You give him everything.
Lick every inch. Worship his thighs, his hips, his abs.
He moans your name when he cums, painting your tongue and chin with thick spurts.

You’re breathless. Rock hard.

He licks your lips clean.

“Best gift ever,” he says.



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