Hand The Jockstrap Back

Even though your brother was being a prick to you just now, there was no reason to hide his jockstrap on him. Considering that the big game was in a few days and you were fond of your brother's ability on the team. You also didn't want to be the reason he had to miss the big game because there was nothing to keep his cup in.

You pull out the jockstrap and slip on your brother's sweats, before stepping forward to you him with underwear. The jockstrap was ripe with his odor and you wondered how long had it been since he had washed it.

"Don't be such a grouch Beta." You say sternly, holding the pair over your kneeling brother's head.

"What did you call me?" Your brother flinging his head up in your direction. His eyes narrowing and his fist forming balls. He starts to puff out his chest in defiance over the name calling. You hold your expression for a second before breaking into a grin. "I'm just teasing you, bro. Lighten up." You toss the pair of underwear at your brothe0r's face before crossing over to sit on your dad's workbench. You lean back with zero care in the world and state, "Also you might want to wash that, I think there might be mold growing on it."

"You brat!" Your brother sayings laughing, almost doubling over his gym bag. He grabs his water bottle and joins you on the workbench. The term beta was an insult that your brother's high school coach would tell the guys when they performed less than stellar in the games. And then the jocks started to use the phrase when they were hazing the sophmores. You were thankful that your brother spared you from the hazing rituals.

"So dude, was school cancelled?" Your brother asks he pops off the top of his water bottle. He takes the water bottle and pours the entire contents of the bottle over his hair and body, in hopes to wash off the post-workout sweat. Chad definitely perfected the model wet hair flip, as his actions rivaled those of the female models that were hocking overpriced bottles of water in Youtube ads. He ended up making a pool of water below himself on the concrete. Howver, within minutes the pool of water, separated an made smaller pools with the droplets evaporating.

"Ya something to do with the A/C. So I decided to come home and take a dip in the pool. I figured that since I was going be home alone, I would take advantage of the alone time." You state, while stretching, placing your hands behind your head. You took the moment to squint your eyes accusing at your brother, before playfully punching him in the shoulder.

"Alone time hey?" Your brother flashes his model smile while taking his elbow and playfully digging into your side. You burst out laughing, the sensation was a mixture of being ticklish and being poked hard.

"You know what I mean man!" You double over laughing, into his body.

"Mmhm sure" Your brother retorts, while leaning back onto the workbench, using his arms to brace himself. After a few minutes you pushes you off of his torso. He seemed to be in discomfort because he ends up sitting up straight and starts to massage his shoulder.

"Well off you go then, the parents won't be home for an awhile and I won't tell anyone." Your brother says shrugging.