Ray of Moonlight

Chapter Six - Ray

After I finished drinking a can of beer, I felt myself relaxed. So, I grabbed another one and drank it too, in just one go. I felt better. I looked out to the sea and immediately saw Leo and his girlfriend having fun. I tensed again.

My eyes followed their every move. They seem to be enjoying together. They're young and they're having fun. What's more perfect than that? I contained the stinging feeling in my chest as I went on watching them.

When I couldn't watch how sweet they are anymore, I walked up to my sister. Maybe, it's better to go home. "I'm not feeling really well. I'm just gonna go ahead." I informed her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, worry laced in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah." Somehow, I brushed it off. What could I say? I'm not okay because I can't keep watching my nephew and his girlfriend? That would make me sound really weird. Feeling weird is already too much.

"Text me when you get home then. Be safe." I picked up my shirt to where I left it before I went swimming and slid it into my body as I walked towards my car.

The drive back home was extremely silent though it's kind of soothing and easing me. Maybe I'm just confusing my familial love towards Leo into something else, something more than that. We've been close to each other since we were kids, being just 5 years apart, so maybe that's why.

I pulled up in front of my house, feeling a lot better. You might be wondering how come I have my own house since I'm still young. Simple. I've got a good pay. Graduating from an Ivy League school made sure of that plus the fact that I'm working at my sister Lucy's company is a bonus.

Actually, Lucy offered me to just stay at their house when I graduated but I respectfully declined it. Maybe she felt responsible for me after our parents died but I'm not going to leech her off her hard-earned wealth just because I'm her brother. At first, I rented an apartment but when I earned enough to buy me a house, I went for it. There's nothing better than living in your own house, except for the times that I get really bored being alone.

Lucy is still supporting me though, in some other ways. And I'm actually always welcome to crash at their place. In fact, their guest room is actually meant for me. Dominic said that, not me.

Entering my house, I walked straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I need to wash out the alcohol that I just had. Quickly, I typed in a text message to Lucy telling her that I reached home. After refreshing myself, I decided to take a shower to wash off the sticky feeling I got from the seawaters.

I walked upstairs to my room and once I'm in, I removed all of my clothes before entering the bathroom. I opened the shower and stood right under it, the water flowing down my body. I turned off the shower then poured a little liquid soap onto my palm. Rubbing the soap all over my body got me hard.

I started with me just sliding my fingers up and down my own length, then it turned into a full-on jerking. With the occasional grunts and moans, I reached my climax. The image of smiling Leo on his board shorts popped into my mind before I released. As the last of it got out, I released a deep breath. "And now I'm also fantasizing over my own nephew." I said out loud.

I reopened the shower to wash away the soap along with my own semen. How long has it been since I had my last sex? Oh, it was before my girlfriend flew over to the other side of the world which was a week ago. That explains the sudden urge to jack off.

After I'm done showering, I grabbed my towel and let myself dry before wrapping it around my waist. I grabbed the blower from the hanging cabinet inside the bathroom and blew dry my hair.

I stepped outside and walked straight to my dresser, quickly grabbing a boxer. I put it on then went back to the bathroom to hang the towel.

This is just another thing that's good out from leaving alone. I can just wear boxers at home and no one would be bothered by it. Not having anything important to do, I laid on my bed and grabbed my phone, opening my social media accounts. I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled until I felt my eyelids getting heavy. In between those scrolling, somehow, I ended up falling asleep.

'Ding! Dong!' I heard the doorbell ring. I instantly sat up and regretted right after when I felt my head aches. I groaned as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I looked at the clock on my bedside table and saw and it's 15 minutes before seven. "Wow." I breathed out as I realized that I slept for a good 4 hours.

I walked to my cabinet and grab the short that first came to my sight. Can't answer the door with just boxers on now, can we? At least wear a short.

"Coming." I shouted though the person outside won't probably be able to hear me. I skipped some of the steps of the stairs and successfully reached the floor without slipping. I walked to the door, unlocked it, then swung it open.

"Delivery." Leo said as he shoved a container onto my hands. It felt hot so I held it onto its handle. My ears starting to heat up once again, at the sight of Leo in front of me. He's still wearing the shorts that I bought for him earlier paired with a white shirt, a size larger than him.

I cleared my throat and tear my eyes away from him and to the container on my hand. "What's this?"

"Porridge?" His response came out more of a question than an answer. "Soup? I don't really know. What I know is it's something for someone who's sick."  It's a very Leo of him to not know what's inside of it. "So, are you not going to invite me in?" he asked, before inviting himself in, walking pass me, and into the chair by the dining table.

"Why bother ask when you can just let yourself in?" I chuckled as I followed him, after closing the door. "I'm not sick though." I clarified as I too, took a seat.

"You're not feeling well. They are practically the same."

I opened the container and was immediately met with the aroma. I licked my lips with my own tongue. "It's porridge."

I coughed awkwardly as he just watches me eat. "Do you want to take a shower while I eat, somehow? You're still on that short so I'm guessing you haven't showered."

"Sure." He got up from his seat and walked upstairs.

"Suit yourself. It looks like it's your house anyway." I sarcastically shouted as he reached the door to my room.

He turned back and smirked at me. "Bingo." He turned the knob and just let himself in.

I slowly ate the porridge while at the same time calming my racing heart. The sound of the shower upstairs isn't helping my case at all. My mind is imagining all sorts of things and I groaned.

When I finished eating, I washed the container then dried it. Just then, I heard Leo shouting from upstairs. "I need a towel."

I scratched my head. Who enters the bathroom without looking for a towel first? Clearly, Leo. I quickly run upstairs into my room and looked for a spare towel.

"Gotcha." I grabbed the towel and walked towards the bathroom. "Here." I said after knocking on the door.

He slightly opened the bathroom, only showing his wet head, before quickly taking away the towel from my hand. "I've seen everything, you know." I winked at him before he shut the door on my face.

Seconds passed before I hear him blow drying his hair. He walked out of the bathroom and I gulped at the sight that welcomed me. His hair is dried and in a completely messy state. Some of the water droplets are still cascading down his body, down to the towel that is wrapped around his waist. With just the thin fabric around him, I could clearly see the outline of his length. He cleared his throat to catch my attention and for sure, he noticed me literally gawking at him though he didn't show it. I felt my ears getting hot. 'Watch out Raymund! You are clearly walking into a dangerous place. Don't go any closer before it's too late to turn the other way around.' My instincts tell me so.

Thankfully, I am seated on my bed or else he would have also noticed the growing boner inside my shorts if I was standing. Oh Leo, for real, what are you doing to me?