Page 11 of The Step Don't

I toss off my shirt and sit in front of the phone, excitement rushing through me at the thought of gettingthe comments and the tokens just for showing off my muscles, cock, and load.

But there’s something else there too.

A bit of guilt.

Back when Colin and I were first adjusting to the whole stepbrother thing, we made two lists to help us navigate the situation. In one column was Step Dos. In the other, Step Don’ts.

Step Dos are shit like “do be respectful of each other’s time,” “do communicate if there are issues,” “do take turns cleaning the bathroom.” Step Don’ts are things like “don’t throw the other under the bus with our parents” and “don’t hog the TV.” But the most important Step Don’t was “don’t keep secrets,” something that came from the fact that our parents had kept their relationship secret from us. We only found out when the work scandal broke—prosecutor and defense on the same case. We heard about it at work events, parties…even kids at school were talking about it. Fortunately for Mom and Steve, no one could prove it, so they didn’t lose their jobs, but Colin and I knew the truth, and we knew our parents were lying to save face.

Not that they’re terrible people, but the scandal wasn’t great for two middle schoolers who had enough to deal with.

So when we said “don’t keep secrets,” we weren’t talking about what we did in private. We didn’t chatabout intimate details after we became sexually active with our girlfriends.

Colin doesn’t want to hear about my sex life. Hell, he can barely tolerate Brenner flirting with me. And I’m sure the only reason he was cool with me crushing on Troy was because he knew his bestie wasn’t into me.

No, what I’m about to do isn’t something he would need to know about.

But then, why do I feel a pang of guilt?

I shake my head, pushing my worry aside the way I have the other times it’s come up. Then I pull up my account on the app, aptly named fratwiz20. I log in and adjust my camera to catch my body, keeping my face out of the shot and setting my glasses on the desktop.

Excitement pulses through me.

Of course, there are nerves too. What if no one comes into my live room?

But apparently, I’m not too nervous because I press the Go Live button and lean back in my chair so that my chest and abs are on full display.

My cheeks are warm.

This is so naughty. So dirty.

I wonder if I like it so much because no one would suspect I would be into something like this. Just innocent, nerd-boy extraordinaire with an impressive GPA, who happens to love equations and helping a bud out by tutoring him for an upcoming test.

A few moments pass, my nerves intensifying before the first couple of users enter my live room. Then a few more before the comments start.

feralmanho1e: saw this guy last time he was on. sexy bod.

th1rstyb0ywantzluv: LOVE tht chst.

sweetslibrarian78: im here for this.

I figure some of these might be from my new followers whom the app notified I was on. Pretty good for this only being my third time.

I fondle my chest and flex my arms for the camera. I wish this came more naturally for me. I’m sure a lot of the guys on here are sex studs who are so slick and suave. But I’m just starting out. Hopefully I’ll get better.

Get better? Am I already considering doing this more?

I run my finger around my nipple before trailing my hand down my abs, past my happy trail, playing around the fly of my jeans.

th1rstyb0ywantzluv: yesss…

As the number of viewers increases, a barrage of compliments eggs me on, so I stand up, positioning myself so I can remove my pants.

The token ticker increases as I’m lauded with more compliments.

But I’m not just gonna give them this dick.

No, they love the tease. And so do I.