Back in Red
Chapter One: "Homecoming"
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"Your sister's a half hour away,"
Flynn Jones groaned at those words. He always dreaded them. While it had been him and mother for a couple of years now, his older sister was coming home from the closest 'community college' that had accepted her on a dance scholarship, which had turned out to be a few towns away. Even worse, she was bringing home her new 'boyfriend'. He and his mother had already said goodbye to the peaceful weekend of quiet and relaxation. The only hope was that she didn't interrupt his self imposed workout schedule.
It was all he needed, some dance fruit pretending to be heterosexual as a mask.
He still remembered Gunther; While the foreign boy had been entertaining when he was a young child, the now sixteen year old realised how annoying he truly had been. At least Tinka had lost the peppy German accent and become normal since hooking up with Ty. Through all that had led to was a few thousand likes on a online video and a messy breakup.
Flynn had sighed in relief when his mother had worked up enough cash to move them out of that apartment building and away from the Blue family. Even as a teenager, Ty and Rocky's endless parties were a headache. At least, he was old enough that the excuse of babysitting wasn't valid enough for them to ruin his new life.
"Flynn honey, could you get the wine from the fridge? CeCe's already three beers in, and they're a half hour away." His mother, Georgia asked from the door to the lounge.
A shirtless Flynn having just plopped down on their couch for a game of Fortnite after his gym session.
Despite what he would say about sore arms or legs, Flynn had barely worked out. The whole session his attention had been on his girlfriend Morgan's round ass, tightly hugged by hot pink yoga pants. It would be a lie to say that Flynn was the only one staring, and drooling, through their session. But despite the very deliberate teasing, Morgan had been quick to turn him down when asked about joining her in the showers. But not before the girl had taken a good grip of Flynn's hard cock.
Flynn groaned in hopes that Fortnite would be distracting.
The erection still hadn't fully gone down.
The match had only just started, so he pretended not to listen. Like a lazy teenager for once, the sixteen year old shuffled around and sunk into the couch.
Georgia had to repeat herself, as the words fell on 'deaf' ears.
"Flynn, WINE… NOW!"
The shirtless teen looked over and attempted to argue. But his mother won, even just by a stern look. It wasn't the day to play around. They were both stressed enough as it was, no need to make matters worse.
Groaning from a mix of annoyance and pain from his weights training, Flynn pulled himself off of the couch and headed for his mother's wine fridge.
"Red or white, Mom!?" It wasn't like he really cared. No one let him drink yet.
At least not family.
"Cheapest… I'm not ruining the good stuff on CeCe and her latest boyfriend." Georgia returned, unable to stop herself from sighing in frustration at CeCe's terrible run of idiotic boys. "Grab yourself a drink too, hun."
"Really-!?"
The woman called out her response from the other room. "Sure, I brought a few cans of pop at the store… It is a special occasion after all,"
Fighting the urge to throw the cool bottle in his hand, Flynn slammed the fridge shut. Getting his hopes up had been stupid. There was no way that a cop was going to let her underage son drink alcohol, even if his annoying sister was dropping by for a visit. Flynn was lucky to even be trusted enough to go to some of the high school parties she allowed him to. It wasn't hard to guess that some of the track team members had access to alcohol.
"Only had white left, mom." He said after putting the wine on the counter and returning to his game.
There was a slight curse from his mother, not that he cared to listen.
If he got lucky enough, his mother wouldn't notice him putting on his airpods to tune out the sound of his sister's voice and the idioticness of her latest boyfriend. The last had been some Texan acting fool from New York, who Flynn was sure would play fetch if a ball was thrown for him. At least some of CeCe's partners had been the occasional girl. Most of them looked like they would cost a few bucks on some random street corner. One of them literally; Georgia had arrested her just a month before CeCe dragged her into the house.
That was awkward.
Some however had goods that made the sixteen year old, very satisfied. Especially the drunk ones who would kiss his cheeks or feel him up a little.
That never lasted long before they passed out of were dragged off to make out with his sister or worse, the time his mother had caught them and arrested said girl for molesting someone underage.
It was the best fourteenth a boy could ask for.
"Really? I thought I had a bottle of red and orange juice left…? You haven't been drinking, have you?" There was a slight sarcasm on his mother's lips. Sounded like she had been drinking a little before the visit.
"No mom, you took that to work for your co-worker's retirement,"
Recognition flashed across Georgia's face. "Oh yeah…! Greg, wasn't it?"
"How would I know, I wasn't invited." Flynn replied, shaking his head.
Setting his Razor headset back on, Flynn turned his focus to the screen. His mother simply shook her head because of her son's choice to play as the bubble butted girl, and returned to getting the place ready for the arrival of her red-headed problem child. While she didn't really want to, Georgia was very quickly learning just what kind of girl her teenage son preferred.
-Hey dude!-
Flynn groaned slightly. Even after moving, even after the other had moved off to get yet another PHD, Henry was still finding ways to bug him.
"How did he get my Xbox username…?" He muttered to himself. The answer was gotten moments later when he noticed a mutual contact.
Deuce Martinez.
His other previous babysitter who had begged for his gamertag years back and he hadn't blocked. Yet.
-Hey Henry. Wot u want?-
The response was almost instant.
-I was simply wishing to extend a friendly hand to an old friend in his time of need. I see your sister is coming over for a visit, and based off your private snapchats to a 'PussyDestroyer13', you don't seem to enjoy the visits unless an attractive mate is present.-
Only half the words looked vaguely readable to the exhausted teen.
-How u reed my msgs?-
-Well, I did develop your phone…-
-Thats fcked-
Flynn knew Henry was smirking when he read the reply.
-Just like your private 'snaps' to Destroyer… big boy. Must admit, I do miss examining its growth in your sleep.-
-and WITH that… Goodbye Hen!-
Walking into the lounge room, Georgia groaned at the lounged teenager who was showing off a little much.
"Flynn, pull your shorts up." Georgia sighed, as she waved towards the white waistband of her sons Calvin Klein underwear. While she had gotten used to seeing the teen's now defined chest and very thin snail trail, there was no need or want to see his underwear. "We're not nudists here, you know? Actually… your father's great uncle was nudist leader, I think…"
"Gross…" Flynn muttered, while raising an eyebrow and looking down.
The hardon, thankfully, was hidden from his mother. But enough underwear was showing to suggest he had been busy. Which he wished had been the case.
"Sorry, Henry was…" The teen bit his lip.
Georgia just smirked at her son. Almost nude, headphones on and probably an erection.
"I don't need to know what you and your boyfriend were doing…"
"Moooooooom! I'm not dating that nerd! Don't be gross! You only want me to get his money, and I know it!" Flynn groaned in response. It wasn't the first time his mother had put them together. Actually, it wasn't just her. Henry's mother wanted her son to have some street smarts around, too. "I haven't even seen him in a year!"
"Well… if you did! You would be able to look after me and any children you create with your guaranteed side girls…" The woman giggled. "Or his science experiment babies,"
Flynn couldn't help but fall back onto the soft cushion. "MOOOOOOM!"
George's giggles had the teenager returning to his game, until CeCe's arrival.
The pair of likely drunk college students took longer than their fifteen minutes, lasting almost an hour before they rocked up at the door. Flynn was forced to help unpack the car, lugging all their suitcases into the guest room. It came as no surprise to see so many bags, and the hastily packed underwear shoved in between the zips. Same old CeCe, as expected. Flynn recoiled at having to touch her panties, especially knowing who else would have touched them. What scared him more was where he DIDN'T know the clothes had been. A thought to shudder at.
His shudder materialised when he noticed something, one of her pairs had fallen out of her suitcase.
Lifting the fallen, Flynn rolled his eyes. 'Seriously, a red throng CeCe? Who would want to see you in one of those...'
Flynn jerked his wrist and send the thong flying onto the bed. Something told him that it wasn't the first time that thong had been carelessly tossed onto a bed.
Back in the living room, Flynn finally got a look at the new boyfriend. Being honest, Flynn was a little taken aback from the looks of this new guy. Unlike the usual thugs his sister dragged across the threshold, whoever this was looked decent. Instead of a leather jacket and sunglasses inside he wore a cute grey beanie and baggy blue tee. He and CeCe had already invaded the room, cuddled up on the couch and pouring the wine. Their mother was placing down a platter of cheese and bread. Cheap stuff, of course. Because as if CeCe was worth the good food.
"Flynn! It took you long enough, come meet Logan!"
Flynn eyed off this Logan guy while stepping slowly across the room then eased himself onto an armchair.
The older man grinned harmlessly. His arm was slung around CeCe's shoulders and pulling her in close. She was almost purring against his chest; broad and solid looking from what Flynn could tell.
Before anyone could start introductions or even get out a word, CeCe had broken out giggling and pointing at her little brother.
"F-F-Flynn… wh-why are you shirtless? That's, like, super gross to see!" She teased. All the while she was quite obviously trailing her fake-nails down her boy-toy's pec, leading down to the abs Flynn was sure were hidden away there. The way the fabric slightly tightened to show the outline almost had him chewing his lip.
"Because I am allowed to be shirtless, in the house I LIVE in." Flynn replied, groaning at her stupidity. "If you don't like it woman, go find a hotel."
"Why should I?" CeCe glared, trying to ignore the thoughts growing from the sight of her younger brother's defined abs.
Whom snorted like a child and shifted in his chair. With crossed arms, Flynn retorted: "Fine then, don't. I just won't put a shirt on all week!"
No one saw it when Logan's eyebrows jerked and he licked his lips.
Not that his girlfriend would have blamed him, since she found herself liking the idea of her little brother showing off his six-pack all week. With the girl wondering if her brother was taking after her, in 'showing off'.
That argument died down quickly as more wine slipped past the adult's lips and slowly the intoxication grew. Flynn was the only one sober, being denied more that soda the entire night. Even when in that tipsy state, no one allowed him even a drop. When Georgia fell asleep, CeCe said no just to spite him. As the older pair drifted off in another heavy makeout session, Flynn felt himself hardening while trying in vain not to watch. Logan's hands explored his sister's curved form, while she was almost ripping to get his shirt off and start licking those abs. Flynn had distracted himself for some time with a game of Fortnite, which had gotten Logan's attention and got the hunk away from CeCe's neck and lips.
Especially when Flynn began winning rounds easily, using his normal technique of picturing he was killing CeCe's. Not that he revealed that element to his sister or her latest man toy.
He was disappointed when the pair left, with CeCe almost suspended on Logan's hips while moving off to the bedroom.
"Ew…" Flynn groaned.
A snort came from the remaining member of the household. His mother. "L-Like you c-an talk. You, Morgan. Ew-www…"
Ignoring the woman, Flynn focused on his game for another hour. Sweaty from the day and workout, he had neglected needing a shower until something caught his eye.
Logan was at the kitchen island and from the looks of things was wearing nothing. Until Flynn leaned forward a little and saw the form-fitting pair of Calvin Klein underwear hugging his ass and crotch. Almost see-through from whatever steamy things had just gone down with CeCe. Logan was obviously still at least semi, as Logan's cock was pressed tightly up against his crotch with the tip almost poking free of the waistband. His eight-pack abs were sweaty and illuminated in a dull light from the TV screen, perfectly capturing the shadows and cracks in the muscles. A pair of dark nipples, poking out slightly and hard in the cold were a cute touch to the otherwise jaw-dropping body of his. A sight that had Flynn's cock throbbing to see more, while jealousy was making his blood boil.
'How the heck, did fucking CeCe manage to snag a fuck toy like that? She can't be THAT good'.
Logan noticed the staring and offered a wink. If Flynn hadn't snapped his eyes away so fast, he would have seen the man groping himself.
'SHIT! FUCK! He saw meeeee!' The youth internally panicked.
He just hoped that the older man wouldn't fuck his life up by telling CeCe that he had been looking. His sister couldn't keep anything to herself and was enough of a bitch that she wouldn't stop until everyone knew that her little brother was trying to steal her latest 'conquest'.
Hope almost drained from him when the XBox made a dreadful sound.
-I see you're still up, Flynn. Not still talking to 'PussyDestroyer' about your girlfriend not putting out, I hope. Or maybe trying to ignore the hunky boy your sister has brought home. I took the liberty of searching him up. I would bet your dick is throbbing for him?-
-Go Away Fucktard!-
"Throbbing, huh? Zam, dude..." Logan's voice was husky, almost a whisper in Flynn's ear. He had taken the younger boy off guard, having moved so quietly to loom over him.
Groaning, Flynn got got damage control. "Ignore the fucktard, dude. My dick is NOT throbbing over you."
"No? Then who ya hard for? I can see the outline. Zam, it's not bad…"
"Oh, I'm not hard, perv. I'm just fuckin' hung." Flynn stopped himself from stuttering, but couldn't hide the blush.
Logan's grin couldn't grow wider. At the thought of a hung boy like Flynn, he had to adjust himself a little to keep his cockhead hidden away. "Then mind if i touch?"
"What the fuck, aren't getting enough from my slut-sister, perv?" Flynn smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well if you're not 'throbbing' for me," Logan chuckled to himself as the younger boy got cockier. "That shouldn't be a problem, right? Just soft…"
"If it was HARD or throbbing then it wouldn't be any of your business, who my dick desires. Old perv."
The older man raised his eyebrow now. "So it does want someone… who's the lucky girl? Or guy…?"
"As I said old perv, none of your business." Flynn smirked, while teasingly getting off of the armchair in order to show off a little to his sister's latest conquest. His cock was hard against his leg, too. It rivalled the semi in Logan's pants, which had him gulping. Ignoring the large length, he shifted to the doorway and wiped some sweat from his brow. "Fuck… I'm gonna shower. Oh and since it seems like you're a disgusting dirty pervert, that was NOT an invitation."
Both boys couldn't help but smirk at the other.
Before Flynn disappeared into the hall, Logan had one last cocky remark: "Enjoy jerking your 'throbbing' cock, dude!"
Logan chuckled loudly as he heard Flynn growled in annoyance while heading for the bathroom.
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Breathed out from between a pair of dry lips, heavy breaths slowly fogged the mirror. The reflected figure became cloudy and obscured from the eyes staring into the glass. A blurred figure encased in a prison of clearness. Flynn's hands were gripping the sink, shaking slightly on the cool porcelain. A grip so tight that he may have been trying to break the rectangular basin. It was only through force of will that Flynn was just supporting his hunched form on the basin, and not throwing bottles or tubes in defeat.
As if Morgan's teasing wasn't bad enough.
Now CeCe has an absolute hunk walking the house in just a pair of very tight fitting Calvin Klein boxer briefs like it was nothing.
If he hadn't have been wearing the sweatpants, Flynn's achingly hard dick would have been too obvious. Pressed hard up against his leg and begging for someone else's attention.
"Ugh, fuck!" He hissed, jerking backwards from the sink.
The throbbing in his pants was unbearable. A week of being pent up and teased all because of a bet; rubbed but never relieved. Morgan had set the bet. Just to see if Flynn could go a week without fucking her. All he could say for it was that the bet was hell.
She was enjoying it way too much. Stripping and changing right in front of him, leaning down to pick up cloths before slowing rising to show off every curve of her amazing form. In just a pair of lace panties Morgan would straddle the sixteen-year-old's lap. Her pussy would rub against his crotch and tease the boy as she lightly kissed his lips. If Flynn's hands dared move to touch, Morgan climbed off with a smirk.
Flynn couldn't help but slip out of his sweats, letting his eyes drift down his near naked form to the little snail trail leading into his briefs. He was still impressed by the solid chest and defined abs he had strived so hard to achieve. The cracks in the muscles were still glistening slightly from his exercises, and becoming a little hot under the collar around Logan earlier.
"How the fuck does she say 'no sex' to this!? Morgan's so blind…" The teen muttered.
His muttering however was heard.
"Yeah, she is…"