Go commando

You walk back into your room. Eh, wasn’t the first time you’ve gone commando at school. You throw on a pair of joggers and a tee shirt, and then check yourself out in the mirror. You flex your biceps and then look down as you lift up your shirt to check out your abs. You look back in the mirror and smile. You drop your shirt and then fix your hair a tiny bit before you grab your bag and head down stairs.

Your mom is making you and your brothers pancakes. You sit down at the island. You are the only one there. Your younger brother comes in and takes a seat next to him. “Morning.” He say to you as he grabs a pancake and plops it down on a plate. Your mom turns her back to you and your brother. You quickly and visibly shove your hand down the front of your pants and wipe up. Then as you pull your hand out of your pants you wipe it on your brothers pancake. “Hey!” your brother screams at you. You mom turns around just as you run out of the room. “Stop picking on your brother!”

You open the front door and head out towards your car. Your older brother is standing there talking to a cute chic. “Babe, listen it’s not like that. I promise your the only one.”

You bud in, “He probably says that to all the girls. Hi, I’m Jake, the younger brother.”

“Back off, I’m not kidding.” Your brother warns you.

“You push your brother aside, “Trust me, your probably not missing out on anything.” You put your hand up to your face as if you’re telling a secret, “I’ve seen ‘it’ before, and it is not at all impressive.” The girls laughs at the comment. Your brother is not amused. He decides that he’s going to teach you a lesson. He grabs your pants and yanks them down to your ankles. You quickly cover up your crotch and reach for your pants...