Middle Brother

"Scotty! Did you forget something?"

The question was later followed by a loud giggle. You looked up to see that the voice came from your middle brother, Kyle. Along with him was his best friend Scotty. You instantly froze and started to stammer. They were the last people you wanted to see right now in your naked state. "Fuck Kyle, why is your brother walking around naked?" Scotty laughs, leaning into your brother's side, clutching his stomach.

"I have no idea," Kyle responds slapping his buddy on the back, giggling.

You instinctively grab the towel and wrapped it across around your waist. "What are you guys doing here?" You manage to get out.

Kyle smirks "Well Scotty and I were going to have a jam session, didn't know we were going to get a full show." He laughs while picking up the drumsticks he dropped when you walked in.

"Ya, our band doesn't need a flute, a skin flute." Scotty retorts chuckling, plucking his guitar strings.

Your brother Kyle , was definitely the middle child of the family. He was the loudest, most outgoing one. From an early age, he did activities that would gather him attention: hockey, class clown etc. In high school, his buddy Scotty, him and a few other guys started a band. They were actually pretty decent, getting gigs at local bars on a consistent basis. He also fits the stereotypical drummer as well. Longer hair that was usually pulled back in a ponytail or bun, slender build (thanks to years on the swim team) and sleeve tattoos. He usually sported sleeveless tanks, ripped jeans and combat boots.

His buddy Scotty was the main lead singer and guitar player. His killer looks and charm made the band popular among the senior high school girls and sophomore college chicks. He had a boyish charm to him, standing a little taller than 6". Dark brown hair, pushed forward, with the bangs sweeping across his light blue eyes, a killer smile and muscles that you could die for.

"Hey don't knock my flute skills, I'm pretty fucking good at it!" You say, shrugging your shoulders.

"Whatever man, you're still a dork," Scotty says, taking off his t-shirt. He picked up his guitar strap and swung it over his shoulder, placing the guitar in front of his torso. Your eyes gaze over his well-defined body, eyes trailing down his low-hanging pants that sat underneath his ass. He was sporting dark grey boxer briefs that cupped his round bubble butt. He had light trail hair, travelling up his naval and circling around his nipples.

"Dude, I am not a dork!" You chide back, with your arms on the towel on your waist.

"Whatever bro" Kyle states, while tapping the drum pedal. "We are about to jam, you're free to hang out if you want or go for that swim that you seemed to be ready for." He finishes saying while winking at your naked body under the towel.

"Though you might want to put something on your lower half, since we have company." Tilting his head over to Scotty who had taken up a guitar solo.

"Man, I'm practically family!" Scotty calls out over his melody.

"A brother from another father, dude!" Kyle responds, in his best surfer voice. "Duuuuude!" Scotty responds back.

"And they think I"m the dork." You think to yourself while shaking your head.

"So whatcha wanna do?" Kyle asks you.