CJ

Your younger brother barged in unannounced. He didn't even acknowledge your presence.

"Come in?" you say, a little irritated.

"Do you know where he put it?" CJ asks.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, confused as to what CJ is on about.

"My cologne." he said, rummaging on the desk, "I'm going to watch Chloe at her orchestra performance and I wanna be presentable."

"You do know he just throws everything under his bed, right?"

CJ groaned, muttering something about it being expensive before getting on his hands and knees. He leant down and began trying to peer through the labyrinth of Teddy's junk. As he searched, you took notice of his perky arse sticking out, swaying from side to side as he manoeuvred around. Remembering the slip of paper, your mind shifted to devious thoughts, though you were still apprehensive. If you're to try it, try something innocent.

"Hey CJ," you say, admiring your younger brother, "take off your shirt."

"What, why?" he asked, already sitting up and unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"You don't want to crease it before you've even made it to the performance."

"I guess you're right." he said, laying it on Teddy's bed.

Your heart was in your throat. Before you could even share your reasoning, he'd begun removing the garment. That was enough confirmation for you. Now you were faced with a shirtless brother, a virgin ass and a throbbing erection.