I slammed the door when I got home, kicked off my shoes and stormed to my room.
"Welcome home" My mom yelled happily, but before she had a chance to finish what she was saying, I slammed the door in her face.
My mom was so damn happy! It's annoying the crap out of me.
I took a deep breath as I flopped down onto my bed and closed my eyes.
Unfortunately, I heard a knock at my door and my mother's preppy voice saying, "Sasuke, honey, are you alright?"
Honestly? Hell no I'm not! She wouldn't be either if she got locked in the classroom like a prisoner, had to watch everyone in the class slide a condom onto Itachi's dick, and then have to do it herself. Except I didn't do the last part.
"Never been better mom," I mumbled and rolled onto my side.
I was so happy I didn't have to see him. I'm not sure I could even look at him after what he did today. But I still don't understand why he did it. Couldn't he go to jail for that? Impersonating a health instructor, that's one reason to go. Having students touch his dick? Hell yeah that's a good reason to send his ass to jail.
Half an hour passed, and I decided to get up and get something to drink. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, then opened up the fridge and looked inside.
Milk? No. Apple juice? No. Mom's vegetable milkshake? Hell no. Water? That's plain. Dad's wine coolers? We have a winner.
I grabbed the red wine cooler, closed the fridge and sat down on the bar stool at the counter.
Just when I was about to take a sip, my eyes opened wide. I slammed the wine cooler onto the counter, causing it to shatter into pieces and the delicious red liquid to spill all over the counter and my pants.
"Shit," I mumbled as I got up and carefully picked up the glass then tossed it into the trash can.
"Honey please be more careful," My mother sighed as she continued making whatever it was that was on the stove. After I cleaned up my mess, I walked over to her and stared down at the pot.
What. The. Hell. Is. That?! It smelled like dog crap, but it wasn't brown. It was a dark, gooey purple, and it looked like it had onions, cheese, tomatoes, garlic, and…was that the left over beef from last week?
"Uhh…mom?" I asked as I pulled my shirt over my nose and started fanning myself.
When she looked up at me (I'm 5'7, and she never made it to five feet. So when we go to the store, everyone thinks I'm her dad.), I suddenly felt bad for what I was about to say. She was an amazing mom, and she always did everything she could for me, but one thing she was never good at, was cooking. But the only time she cooks is when someone important is coming over.
"Yes dear?" She asked as she added some salt and pepper into her weird smelly concoction.
"What is THAT?" I pointed to the pot.
She took her finger, dipped it inside, then moaned quietly and replied, "My famous anything goes stew!"
That explains why it smells so badly. She walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed the bottle of mustard and mayonnaise, then walked back over to the stove. I started praying that she wouldn't put that in there. But to my horror, she poured both of the bottles in. And well, that was it for me.
"Uhh who's coming over?" I asked after I made it safely to the other side of the kitchen, where I could actually breathe.
"Your brother Itachi is coming to stay with us for awhile! Isn't that great?" She said excitedly as she sliced some carrots.
Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse. Why was he staying with us? He has a small house about twenty minutes away. He has food, and he has a car. So why the hell does he have to stay here? Damn. Already have to see him at school, now I have to see him at home too?
"I'm going to go take a shower," I grumbled as I stormed out of the kitchen and into my bathroom. Our house was kind of…weird. Instead of your small, average bathroom, I somehow got a huge bathroom, with a window, a big Jacuzzi tub, and a roman shower, which I walked inside, then I have to turn a corner just to get in.
I took off my shirt, then my pants and my boxers, so I was fully naked now. I looked at my body in the mirror. Compared to Itachi, I really didn't have anything. His chest looked like a body builders, while mine looked like a wimpy kids. His smile was beautiful and unqiue, while mine was dorky. I looked down at my dick and frowned. His dick was long and big. Mine isn't nearly as long, but I guess it is kind of big.
I walked into the shower and turned on the handle, immediately met by hot water covering my body. My hair fell into my eyes, so I could no longer see. But I knew my body and this shower so well, I didn't need to. I grabbed the soap and rubbed it against my chest and arms, then I did my back and my legs.
The water felt like a warm blanket, covering my body and caring for it. I decided that I needed to do the rest of my body, so I sat down on the seat in the shower, leaned my back against the cold tiles, and spread my legs apart. I turned off the water, and now I felt the warm air surround my body.
Seeing Itachi naked like that, sitting on the desk in the classroom? That turned me on more than I ever imagined. I looked down at my erect dick and started stroking it. After a couple of minutes, I started pumping it, moaning Itachi's name and closing my eyes in pleasure. I'm pretty sure that if my mom ever caught me doing this, she would disown me.
After ten minutes, I cum shot out of my dick hard, for the third time, and I panted as I came down off my high. I looked down at my hand, which was covered in my juices and brought it up to my lips, then licked it. It was bitter sweet, but I wouldn't mind tasting it again.
I turned on the water and washed off my hand and my dick then turned it off. I walked out of the shower, and grabbed a towel from the rack. I put the towel on top of my head and started walking over to the sink.
"Finally done with your shower, little brother?"