Chapter 16 #2
I should have gone straight to my room. Whatever Jesse was doing downstairs was none of my business. But curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself creeping down the stairs, careful to avoid the spots I knew would creak.
The living room was dark except for the faint blue glow of the TV, its volume turned so low it was barely audible. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I kept to the shadows, peering around the corner toward the couch.
What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.
Jesse was sprawled on the couch, completely naked, his legs spread wide. One hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily, while the other... Jesus Christ. His other hand was between his legs, two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside himself.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away.
His head was thrown back against the cushions, eyes closed, mouth slightly open as soft pants escaped his lips. The metal piercing through his cock caught the dim light as he stroked himself, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, his back arching as he pushed his fingers deeper.
I knew I should leave. This was private. I was intruding. But my feet refused to obey, and my cock was already hardening in my pajama pants, tenting the thin fabric obscenely.
Jesse’s pace quickened, his hand moving faster on his cock as his fingers worked inside himself. He was putting on a show, though he didn’t know he had an audience. Or did he? Had he heard me on the stairs? Was this another one of his games?
Either way, I was mesmerized. The way his muscles tensed, the soft sounds escaping his throat, the sheen of sweat on his skin… it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Without thinking, I slipped my hand into my pants, wrapping it around my aching cock. I bit my lip to stifle any sound as I began to stroke myself in rhythm with Jesse’s movements.
“Cole,” he moaned suddenly, and I froze.
He’d seen me. I was caught. But when I looked at his face, his eyes were still closed, lost in whatever fantasy was playing out in his head.
He was thinking of… of me.
That realization hit me like a physical blow, sending a surge of heat through my body. My cock throbbed in my hand as I watched him fuck himself with his fingers, all while moaning my name.
“Yeah, just like that,” Jesse whispered, his voice thick with need. “Fuck me harder, Cole. Give me every inch of that thick cock…”
My hand moved faster on my cock, matching Jesse’s rhythm. I leaned against the wall in the darkness, my eyes never leaving his writhing body. The way he arched his back as he pushed a third finger inside himself made my knees weak.
“Fuck, Cole,” he moaned louder, his head thrashing against the couch cushions. “I need you inside me.”
I should have been disgusted. I should have turned away. But I was transfixed, watching my stepbrother pleasure himself while fantasizing about me. His cock was flushed and leaking, the piercing glinting in the blue glow of the TV as he stroked himself faster.
My own breathing grew ragged as I worked my shaft, trying desperately to stay silent.
One creak of the floorboard, one muffled groan, and he’d know I was here.
But God help me, I couldn’t stop. The sight of him with his legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of his hole, his cock hard and weeping… I couldn’t look away.
“Been thinking about you all day,” Jesse whispered to his imaginary version of me. “The way you felt inside me during the blizzard. So fucking good.”
The memory of that night flooded back. I remembered his tight perfect ass around my cock, the sounds he made as I thrust into him. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, my hand moving faster, my orgasm building.
Jesse’s movements grew more frantic, his hips bucking up to meet his hand. “I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Make me cum, Cole. Please.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock throbbed in my hand as I came, hot spurts coating my fingers as I stroked myself through the most intense orgasm I’d had since that night in the tent. I had to clamp my other hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Jesse’s back arched off the couch, his body going rigid as he came across his stomach and chest, my name a broken plea on his lips.
As the aftershocks subsided, reality came crashing back. What the hell was I doing? Watching Jesse like some kind of pervert, jerking off in the shadows while he had no idea I was there. Shame washed over me, but it didn’t diminish the lingering pleasure still coursing through my veins.
I tucked myself back into my pajama pants, wiping my hand on the fabric. I needed to get out of here before he opened his eyes. But as I turned to creep back up the stairs, my foot hit that one creaky floorboard I’d been so careful to avoid.
The sound seemed deafening in the quiet room.
Jesse’s head snapped up, his eyes searching the darkness. “Hello?” he called out, not bothering to cover himself.
I froze, praying he didn’t investigate. After a moment I heard him sigh and flop back down on the couch.
“Old houses…” he muttered.
I started to sneak back up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky steps.
“And nosey stepbrothers…” he added.
My heart leaped in my chest, and I knew I’d been caught.
He must’ve seen me or guessed what was going on.
But I couldn’t bring myself to admit it.
Not to Jesse. Not to anyone. So, I continued to sneak until I was upstairs and in my room, the door closing soundlessly behind me.
Maybe Jesse would doubt what he’d seen or heard.
But as I looked down at the cum smeared across the pajama pants, I realized that I knew the truth. And that was all that mattered.