James had begun to get a little bored of the utopia that he had created. Even with a few brief scares involving run-ins with both the law and the lawless, James was lazily imagining some new ways to inject excitement into his life.
That afternoon, a knock was heard on the door. Nick, James' best friend and second-in-command at the house, found this odd, since they always left the door unlocked and they usually knew who was about to enter. When Nick went to the door, he was pretty shocked. For the first time in weeks, Nick was looking at James' little brother, Jake.
Jake was about 13 years old, three years younger than James, but in some ways, Jake was superior to the former James. Jake was naturally a skater, having gone so far as to compete locally. His wiry frame of 5'8", 80kg and growing, was just exceeding that of James, making him the "big little" brother. Jake's big dark eyes were shaded slightly by the bangs of his hair, which overall extended below his earlobes. A light sprinkle of freckles ran across his nose and cheeks, and his lips were slightly full and dark. He was wearing a camp t-shirt, cargo shorts, and a pair of brown Adio skate shoes without socks. On his back was a black gym bag with an Element logo on it.
Yes, Jake was a good bit more popular than the former James, and had a few girlfriends. Jake never really got much further than kissing with any of the girls, but he made up for that by letting some of his boy friends suck his cock. Jake's stories whetted James' interest and inspired his work with Maker.
When James had 'taken care' of his parents, Nick thought he had provided for Jake as well. But perhaps James forgot about his little bro. Or maybe he was bringing him into the mix for fun...
"'Sup Jake?" Nick held out his hand in greeting.
"Who the fuck are you?" Jake's hands remained inside his pockets.
"Man, it's been a crazy couple of weeks. C'mon in and see what we've done to the place."