Spencer Charnas One Shots

LXX. Cabin **

just some lime. enjoy!

I know having a brother in a metalcore band seems like it'd be horrible, but I actually got to travel everywhere with them. The drummer of Ice Nine Kills, Patrick, happens to be my brother. We've grown up attached to the hip, so of course when he joined the band he's currently in, he wanted me to come along.

The other boys don't mind. I've been around boys for most of my life. I never really fit in with the girls, only because of my looks and smarts. All the girls in my schools wore bright colors and skirts and had blonde hair, while I wore all black jeans and a hoodie 24/7 and always died my hair crazy colors. I even shaved it off once.

Sometimes I look back on it and laugh, knowing those girls probably didn't get anywhere in life. I mean, I can't say I'm any different, but at least my brother is famous. That gives me a tad bit of fame. Patrick likes to take videos of me playing a on-the-go drum pad while listening to music, and I guess people like it.

But that's besides the point. Right now, we all needed a break, so we came out to a camp and rented a cabin far into the woods. It had its own jacuzzi and everything. The leaves were falling off the trees which made it the perfect time to come out here and hang out. Of course I wasn't the only girl, as Dan's wife Sarah came along as well. We shared a room with a king bed. Sarah didn't want me sleeping alone, or with any of the boys.

"I'm gonna go get some more wine," I said while stepping out of the jacuzzi. The chatter continued as I wrapped a towel around myself and walked inside. I shivered as the cold air hit my body and I almost ran to the kitchen, trying not to slip.

I searched everywhere but couldn't find another bottle, so I decided I'd check the cellar. I was shivering walking through the hallway, but my ears caught a noise that I couldn't get out of my head. It was a moan.

The only person not outside with us was Spencer. He said he wanted to go to bed early, which was weird, because Spencer is a night owl. I backtracked to the slightly cracked door of the room he was in.

"Fuck.." I heard a small whisper. My ears barely caught the sound of his soft moans, but they turned me on quickly. I leaned against the wall and tried to get a peak inside the bedroom. My eyes caught a glance of him — Spencer's pants were pushed down around his ankles and his face was scrunched up in pleasure. He quickly moved his hand up and down, trying to get himself off.

I stayed in the position where I could see him and I dropped my towel. I threw one hand over my mouth and slowly slipped the other into my bikini bottoms. I had never seen Spencer this vulnerable before — I had never even seen him naked either. But he was big in size, probably over average.

I gently flicked my fingers against my clit and started to rub. I swore my legs were going to buckle under me. Why was I so turned on by this? I never thought I had a crush on him before, and I sure as hell never thought of him as anything but a brother. But here I was, masturbating to the sight and sweet sounds of Spencer doing the same. I would never spy like this.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop moans from rolling out. When he finally came, I felt myself reach a high too. I knew I was going to have to change bathing suits now. I could already feel the pool of my orgasm in my bottoms. I was about to turn away before I heard him say something,

"Fuck.. Get over yourself.. She's Pat's sister.. You could never do that to him.."

My eyes widened and I sprinted off towards the room Sarah and I shared. I tried to be quiet but my still-wet feet made too much noise against the floor. I heard the door of Spencer's room creak open and just then I had gotten into my room. I took myself to the bathroom and shut the door. "Hello?" I heard from my doorway. "Eh, oh well. Probably just imagining things."