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JAY: Perverted Step Brother

step brother jay who is obsessed with porn and forced to sleep in the same hotel room as you during summer vacation.

for days you have to pretend you don't hear the porn blaring in his headphones in the wee hours of the morning. you have to pretend you can't hear the way his palm slides up and down his length, or the way he shakes and sighs through a silent orgasm.

for a few more of those days, you have to pretend that you don't get wet through it. you avoid that truth at all costs.

Jay doesn't though. Because let's be real. He's in a room with a girl. There are holes just a few feet away that he could and would fuck during his most desperate moments if you'd just.....lay down a hint.

but of course you wouldn't. that's your step brother. that's gross. that's weird. you hate the idea of it.

except you don't. in fact, you find yourself wondering when he's going to start, how long it'll take him to get off, and you even wonder how desperate he must be to have a pussy rubbing all up on him. :/

it's insane, really. the college hormones that can overtake a person. if he wasn't your step brother you probably would have jumped his bones ages ago. but instead you just have to lay there and pretend that you don't start touching yourself in time with him.

you have to pretend you're not moaning out little sighs of dirty talk for him to hear. because you definitely are, but you won't admit it yet.

you have to pretend you hate when he stops his own self-pleasure and rolls over on his bed, staring directly at you, watching his eyes fall to the movement under your blanket as you stare right back.

you have to pretend that you don't love it when he whispers a small "let me see."

you can't pretend you don't have one of the best orgasms of your life as you and jay shameless get off to the image of each other. night after night, at the exact same time, with the exact same muffled moans of wanting more.

neither of you are brave enough to take that next step though. That is, until Jay gets a little tipsy during dinner and when the two of you are back in your locked hotel room, he's immediately throwing himself on the bed, pulling it out, spreading his legs, and looking at you.

"Why shouldn't we?" He says with a drowsy shrug. "I've already gotten off to you like six times since we've been here."

And you'd roll your eyes, pretending that the invitation isn't enticing. It actually sucks, because it's so enticing.

You avoid the final leap by sinking into the bathroom, getting yourself off in the shower rather than in front of him.

He's smarter than that though, even with his light buzz. You left that door unlocked for a reason, and you don't even jump when he slides the shower curtain open and instantly leans in, getting his hair all wet and pretty.

"It's gonna happen one way or another." He says, hands sliding down your slippery body and straight between your legs. "Stop being shy, you're not shy."

He's right about that, because you know he can feel the thickness of your slick against the shower water that runs down into his palm alongside it.

All you can do is look at him before giving in, your knees bucking where he has no issue stepping in, his clothes becoming drenched as he frantically tries to get his pants off of him.

There's a short sigh from him when he's got you pressed up and against the cold shower wall, water pelting the side of your face and forcing your moans to feel wet and echoed.

"Finally." He whispers against your neck, water droplets being sucked into his mouth along with the skin of your neck. He slides in with ease.

so much ease that you wonder if you should be ashamed at all.