Your best friend, Avery has a FINE AS FUCK, HAWT, SMASH ALL NIGHT LONG, older brother. Avery is 16, your 17 and he's 19. his name is Brandon, he's 6'6, is a gym rat, HUGEEE muscles, he boxes and rides bikes. (literally my dream man tho-)

you were staying the night at her house, it was 1AM, she was half asleep. you were hungry so you decided to go down and get food. then you hear weight dropping so you go look. there, low and behold was Brandon deadlifting 400 pounds. he was shirtless, showing his sweaty HAWT ass muscular chest, with baggy grey sweatpants hanging low, showing his v-line.

you stood there, looking his muscles for a bit too long.

"enjoying the view, baby?" he said with his SEXY, deep, smooth voice that makes you melt "I wasnt-" "you were." he smirked walking over, not bothering to wipe his sweaty. "kitchens that way" he said nodding behind you. TOWERING over you, you can smell his body was and cologne with a hint of his sweat- he leaned against the garage doorway "unless you're here for something else~" you glared, but failed. "I came for food" he glanced at yous lips "funny.. I was thinking I'm starving too~" he let that hand in the air, still looking at your lips He walked to be infront of you, cradling you jaw with one of his HUGEE, callused veiny hands "you know..." He galnced at the stairs, making sure Avery isn't there "my sister says you're off limits." you ask "and?" he smiled "I've never been good at rules, my love" He said before kissing you. passionately and rough. like he's been pent up for years. his sweaty HUGE muscular body pressed against yours.