Mitchell

"Yo, dude," your older brother, Mitchell, greeted as he waltzed into your room, "you up jerking it in here?"

"Is that why you so desperately barged in?" you retaliated.

Mitchell chuckled. You stared at him, mind still slightly wired. He was wearing a basketball singlet, gym shorts and had his sneakers on. You had a glimpse of hair between his armpits, as the sleeveless top revealed his muscles bicep. His hair bounced with each movement of his head. You imagined grabbing it and pulling him in for a kiss. His face had resting cocky smirk disorder, his lip forever twitched in a way that made women cream themselves. Well, not just women.

"Look, just coming in to ask if you wanted to join me on my run this morning?" he asked, resting on your doorframe, "I'll rephrase that, play catch up as I smoke your ass."

You remembered the paper, and pondered about toying with your brother to test its validity.