Date: Tue, 22 May 2012 20:22:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: brad drake <pask8r17@yahoo.com>
Subject: Watching My Girlfriend's Brother 1

	I couldn't believe how annoyingly cocky and bold this kid was.
Here I am, a 19yo college kid making his way through life and I'm getting
bossed around by this 12yo boy.  My name is Chris and I promised my
girlfriend of 6 months that I would watch her younger brother while she
went out with the girls.  Why, I hear you asking?  It's cause I'm pussy
whipped.  I've gone past the denial phase and just come to accept that what
she says goes.

	I'm no where near being a man's man either.  I'm about 5'7" and
just over a buck 150.  I've got a pretty lean body which I am proud of
considering 80% of the United States seems to be fat, but that's another
story.  In the downstairs department, just little under average as well you
could say.  Hard i'm little under 6 inches and not too thick, but it gets
the job down and I haven't had any complaints yet.  But lets get back to
the story at hand.

	When I pulled up the my girlfriend's place, she met me at the door
smiling and waving me in.  I quickly hurried in, feeling a little nervous
as this would be the first time I met her parents.  Luckily, they were out
of town for the weekend, so that's why she needed someone to watch her
younger brother.  She invited me into the living room and shouted for his
brother to come down and meet me.

	"JUSTIN!!!  Get your ass off that computer and get down here
now!!!"  She yelled.  She then turned to me and gave a little smile, as
almost looking embarrassed for yelling like that in front of me.  God, just
one of the many things I love about her.  She's so out going but still acts
like a girl sometimes.  It wasn't long until we hear footsteps clumping
down the stairs.

	Coming through the kitchen was a raggedy haired kid, just a couple
inches smaller than me.  But his build was much stockier.  He probably
weighed the same as me, if not more and was easily more muscularly
developed than I was.  His arms were cross and glared at me the whole way
until stopped in front of his sister.

	"Yeh?  What...?"  He grunted.

	"This is Chris.  He's gonna be here to watch over things while I'm
out tonight."  Julie said.

	"I don't need a babysitter.  I'm freakin' 12."  He whined and
scoffed.

	"No arguments, Mr!"  She scoled.  It was that same tone that always
got me in order as well.  Almost in reflex I straightened up.  Justin
noticed this and smirked but said nothing.  He just grumbled something
under his breath and turned to head back up to his room.  Julie turned to
me when he was gone and kissed me on the cheek.

	"He shouldn't be a bother.  He'll probably hide in his room all
night and play his video games or whatever."

	Just then a honk came from outside and her face lit up.  "Well!
That's my ride.  See ya in a little while babe.  Text me if you get bored."
She called over her shoulder and she scampered out the front door and it
shut behind.  I was left standing in a strange house, watching a kid I just
met, for god knows how long.  What fun....

	The first couple hours went by pretty quick.  I got into watching
Law and Order SVU when I heard Justin come down into the kitchen.  I looked
back over my shoulder just to see what was going on.  He had changed into
some gym shorts and taken his shirt off.  He was surely an athlete.  His
chest and arms were just starting to develop and his stomach was smooth
with just a hint of his abs.  This guy is going to be a lady killer when he
gets older, I thought.  He was digging in the frige when I spoke to him.

	"Hey Justin, everything alright?"  I said.

	"Dude...  Shut the fuck up and order me a pizza."  He said quite
matter of factly.  I couldn't believe what I just heard.  I blinked a
couple times and said,, "I'm sorry?"

	"You fucking heard me.  Get off your skinny ass and order me a
pizza punk."  He was walking into the living room now with a beer in his
hand.  He looked at me as he popped it open and took a couple swigs.  I
stood up, infuriated.

	"Excuse me young man, you are far to young to be drinking that and
what do you think gives you the right to order me around like that.  I have
a right mind to-"

	"To do what!?  Spank me, hit me, send me to my room."  He said with
a cocky smirk on his face.  "I am man.  I don't need a fucking babysitter.
Especially a scrawny, pussy whipped bitch like you.  Have you even banged
my sis yet or is she just leading you around by your nuts like she has with
all her boyfriends before she gets bored and leaves you hanging with blue
balls out the ass."

	I couldn't really believe that all this was coming out of a 12yo's
mouth.  It's like I'm talking to a college kid from one of my classes.  I
was really starting to get pissed but there was another thing that was
gnawing at the back of my mind that was really starting to trouble me.
...He was right!

	"Look...  You need to change that attitude Mr or I'm gonna call
your parents and you'll be in big trouble."

	He actually started to laugh at this which infuriate me even more.
"Dude...  My parents are in the mountains and have no cell phone reception
and as for my sister, she's not going to answer any of your phone calls
tonight.  At least not until she gets down banging a guy twice as much of a
man as you are."  He started to laugh again.

	"Shut up Justin!  Julie and I are dating.  I wouldn't cheat on her
and she wouldn't cheat on me.  Besides, I am a man and more of a man than
you are."  I spoke, my voice starting to shake with anger.  He just smiled
and raised an eyebrow.

	"Oh, I doubt that."  He said and walked around the couch, stopping
right in front of me.  I forced myself not to step back, to hold my ground
in front of this cocky impudent child.  "Well...  Lets see it then.  Lets
see who's the bigger man here in this room."

	My heart skipped a beat.  "W-What...?"  I stammered out.

	"Pull out your dick.  I'll pull out mine and we'll see who's the
bigger man."  He was staring at me now.  Staring me down, seeing if I would
call his bluff.

	"I'm not pulling my dick out in front of a minor, let alone another
guy.  That's some gay shit."

	"No, gay shit is probably what you do back in your college dorm.
We're just seeing who's the real man here."

	"Screw you dude...  I'm not doing it."  I started to turn away, not
liking where this was starting to go.  He put his strong hand on his my
shoulder and stopped me.

	"Listen....  If you win, I'll leave you alone and you wont hear
another peep from me ever."  He took another swig of the beer.  "But if you
loose, you have to do whatever I say.  Got it?"

	I gulped, taking in his wager and pretty much everything in my head
was screaming at me to stop, not to do it, but looking at this cocky face,
just gloating at me like that, I had to call his on it.

	"Alright king shit...  Lets do it!"

	I was first and was thankful that for some reason, maybe cause of
how much testosterone was getting thrown around the room, I had a semi.
Just a little edge on the competition, thought.  Quickly I fumbled with my
belt and pulled down my fly and with a quick flip, I pulled out my cock and
I was pretty confident that at just over 3 inches, I was going to win.  I
looked at his face, trying to judge his reaction.  He nodded and kind of
half smiled.

	"Not bad not bad...  But uh..."  He reached into his loose gym
shorts and pulled out his cock.  It flopped down in front of his and my
mouth dropped.  It looked like it was just over 5 inches long and thicker
than a roll of quarters.  His nuts were equally big with just a small patch
of pubes atop of his big schlong.  My mouth went dry and my heart sank.  "I
think you lost dude..."  He said, grinning at me.  I looked up at him then
down back at his cock.  Just before he reached down and quickly flung it
back in his shorts, I could of swore that it was starting to get bigger.

	"Now order me a fucking pizza!"  He commanded and turned to walk
back into the kitchen, drinking his beer.  I stood there, motionless,
speechless.  I couldn't believe what I just saw and what was more shocking,
I had smaller dick than a 12yo.  But, with a heavy hand, I reached for my
phone and ordered some pizza hut.


End of part 1.

More fun in part 2.

Writen by Jace Winzor

This is a story of pure fiction.  Any similarities to any real life events
is purely coincidental.

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