Get up

You wipe the cum off your face with your fingers and while still maintaining eye contact with Ryan, you shove your cum covered fingers down your throat, reminding him of the service you just provided him with. Then, with a clean face, you climb back up onto your chair. Ryan still can't stop staring at you, confusion still burning on his face.

"What was all that bro," he whispers as he shoves his dick back in his pants.

"What, didn't you like it?" You reply, you put a hand on his thigh, "Don't you like having your fat dick milked?" You whisper.

"Yes, I mean, no?" Ryan shoved your hand off his thigh, "You're my bro, you're like family,"

"Well, if we're like stepbro's I can work with that." You reply with a smirk, "Every man loves their dick getting sucked,"

"Yeah, by girls, not their bros." Ryan stutters out.

"A mouths a mouth bro, and if it makes you feel more comfortable, you can just ignore my dick and think of my asshole as a vagina."

"Bro wtf's changed." Ryan is spiraling, "one second you're my normal bro, now you can't get off my dick,"

"I'm still your same bro, I'm just also letting you know that I'm here to support you in more ways now," you reply.

"Alright class that's all for today," Mr. Milken says and before you have time to react, Ryan had already gotten up and walked out the door.

"Well, fuck, he left me all high and dry," you mutter, stroking yourself through your pants. The girl sitting a few seats over glares at you, or rather Jason, as if she knew exactly what had happened. No matter to you, your work was done here. You get up and walk over to your body putting Jason's hand on its shoulder. You immediately bounce back into your old body.

You both leave the room.