Your Step-Brother

Damn-it.

You know it's your step brother when the voice whispers, "Hey Sonkey! Quit jerkin' yerself and open the door." Quickly you turn off the light and open the door. The moment it creaks open the older man of your step-brother carelessly pushes you aside, and in the dark starts pissing with you still in the bathroom.

Barrett, or Bar as he prefers, is Alice's son. She married your Father almost 8 years ago, and they've had a decent marriage since. They are doing fine together, but you and Bar have been competing. Bar's always had the advantage, being a few years older, but more than once you've outdone him and beaten him.

You gingerly walk into your room, careful about tripping over the loose clothes you leave on the floor. Picking through the room, you find a pair of underwear in the dresser and slip them on.

Bar is the tool of your ranch. If there is something that needs to be fixed, cleaned, or handled, its usually up to Bar to deal with it. Your Father is more of a business man, Alice is usually in the city to finish her degree as a Veterinarian, and you are at school most of the day.

"Clothes... Clothes..." You talk to yourself trying to find your tough work clothes. Shit where are they. You forage the clothes on the floor but can't find them. Frustrated you spend almost 10 minutes just looking, but when you can't find them a pair of loose jeans, and an old shirt will have to do.

With boots on your feet, you walk out the door.

Bar is already outside, repairing a hinge on the metal trailer you use to travel the cows with a few tools of the gound. "M'orning," He says without turning around. You walk past him saying the same thing. There isn't too much for you to do before school. It's just feeding the ageing horse, and inspecting the nearby fencing.

Bar is fixing the trailer next to the bar the horse is in. It takes less than a few minutes to open a bag of the expensive horse food, and dump it into the trough. You pet the horse lovingly and leave.

As you past Bar again he stops you, "Hey Sonkey, could you get me the tool box. Its in my car." He digs in his pocket for the key. For a second when he drops the key into your hand you meet his eyes, but he returns to his work.

His car is parked on the gravel side of the drive way. You open the trunk, and pick up the green toolbox inside. However something catches your eye. On open duffel bag with a bottle that promises to "Enhance" your manhood.