Johnny, all muscles and mischief, lounged on his bed, phone in hand. A dirty joke sent him into fits of laughter, his deep chuckle echoing through the room. The sound was cut short by a knock on the door.
"Johnny, can I come in?" The voice was small, timid, belonging to Johnny's baby brother, Timmy. Johnny's eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Depends. You gonna beg for it?" He called out, smirking at the thought of his little brother on his knees. Timmy's head popped in, his freckled face flushed.
"I need help with my homework." He said, rolling his eyes at Johnny's antics. Johnny sighed, hiding his disappointment.
"Fine, come in." He patted the bed, making room for Timmy. The younger boy sat down, textbook open to a chapter on human anatomy. Johnny leaned over his shoulder, his bulging biceps flexing.
"You know, I've got one of those." He said, pointing to an illustration of the male reproductive system. Timmy blushed, trying to focus on his studies.
"I know, Johnny. I'm just trying to study." Johnny winked, "I could teach you a thing or two." He nudged Timmy, his hand brushing against the boy's shoulder.
Timmy's eyes darted to Johnny's crotch, where a noticeable bulge was growing. "Johnny, stop it!" He hissed, trying to ignore the growing heat in his cheeks.
Johnny chuckled, "Can't help it. You're just so damn cute." He ruffled Timmy's hair, who swatted his hand away.
Timmy focused on his homework, but Johnny's distracting presence lingered. Johnny leaned back, his muscular frame taking up most of the bed. Timmy glanced at Johnny, who was now openly admiring his own physique in a mirror.
"Johnny, focus!" Timmy said, trying to hide his annoyance. Johnny grinned, "I am. On you." He reached out, tickling Timmy's side. Timmy squirmed, laughing.
Johnny's hand lingered, tracing Timmy's hip. Timmy froze, looking at Johnny with wide eyes. Johnny's grin turned into a smirk, "Like what you feel?" He squeezed Timmy's hip, eliciting a gasp.
Timmy tried to push Johnny away, but he was too strong. Johnny's hand slid up Timmy's shirt, caressing his smooth skin.
"Johnny, stop!" Timmy protested, his voice barely above a whisper. Johnny leaned in, whispering in Timmy's ear, "I've got a secret. Wanna hear it?"
Timmy nodded, unable to speak. Johnny's smirk turned into a wicked grin, "I've always wanted to fuck you." The words hung heavy in the air, a shocking confession that left Timmy breathless.
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