“That’s my big brother!” Jordan said with alarm, “He can’t see me like this! Genie, I wish that I was wearing clean clothes.”
I changed the wish to say, “I wish I was wearing clean underwear but no clothes.”
Jordan was now squeaky clean and only clad in a crisp white jockstrap.
His brother walked in the door and said, “Hey Jord, who are you talking to?”
Jordan stammered but said nothing. I placed my finger over my lips in a gesture that said shush.
“Nnn nobody” Jordan said with a quick nod. His brother walked into the bedroom where Jordan stood next to his desk.
“Whatever, weirdo.”
Matt walked into the room and noticed Jordan standing there. “I thought you had to work.”
“Well, it was a slow day at the store so I got to clock out early.” Jordan replied.
“So, no work, no classes, are you just going to sit around in your underwear all day?” Matt said not even acknowledging my presence in the room.
“When you look this good, why cover it up?” Jordan said with a cocky grin.
“Whatever. You better start bringing some money home. Posing on Instagram doesn’t pay the bills. When I told mom and dad you could move in with me. I did it under the expectation that you’d pay some rent and do some of the cleaning. Look at this room. It’s a mess...”
Matt was getting red in his face and he seemed to be going into what was a typical string of complaints.
Before he could finish Jordan said, “Shut up. I’m sick of you always getting on my case,” Jordan shouted back.
“I wish you would grow up and act more responsible.” Matt said raising his voice again.
“Quit acting like you’re so much better than me.” Jordan said.
“I am better than you.” Matt said. Then, he turned and stomped toward the door as he was leaving he shouted, “Clean this room up.”
He slammed the door and walked into the living room.
“What a dick.” Jordan muttered.
“Wow Master. That was rough.” I said.
“Oh. Genie, I forgot you were standing there.” Jordan said.
“Do you and your brother always fight like that?” I asked.
“No. He used to be cool.” He graduated and got a job and now he’s an asshole. I wish he would quit being a jerk to me.”
I took this moment of weakness and changed the wish to “I wish he would quit being a prude and jerk off to me.”
In the living room Matt began to slowly stroke to the thought of his muscles brother in his tight jockstrap.