I knew it. I knew my stepbrother was stealing my clothes. He just waltzed into the living room, wearing my t-shirt and my shorts, and thought I wouldn't say anything. Well, I don't like sharing. If he's wearing my things, I get to take them off him whenever I want. When he had nothing on but boxers, I realized those were mine too! The same rule applied, even if I had to look at his big dick. The second I got him naked, I realized I was not as mad as I thought. Maybe it was a good thing he took my clothes. At least it would be if he let me get a taste of his cock. If I have to share my underwear with him, he can share his asshole with me. That's what stepbrothers are for, right?