Feeling it out

Swapping

We don't get back to the beach house until pretty late. After lunch, we walked around the boardwalk for a bit and got some drinks. Liam didn't want to drive back until he was sober, so we hung out on the beach. Harry has been all over me.

I'm obsessed with him and everything that's happened over the last 48 hours. Everything we've done. Everything we've told each other. There's a strong sexual tension in the air. Much of it is coming from him and I. I think some of it is coming off of Niall and Harry.

I think Liam is sensing it too. He has a little bit of anxiety in his eyes, but he mostly looks amused with how the two of them have been tip toeing around each other all day.

After Harry's little confession, and Niall explaining to me the extent of what the confession meant, my brain presented me with an image that I can't shake. I keep thinking about what exactly Harry saw of Niall and Liam. What was it that had him curious enough to touch himself, as freaked out as he was about the idea of being gay?

What did he see the two of them doing? What was Niall doing alone? Why can't I stop picturing Harry jerking off to Niall? Why are the two of them so skittish around each other? Is it just the implications of step siblings that is fueling the naughtiness factor? I decide that must probably be it.

Harry and I fall asleep on the twin bed in our room, snuggled up. He's like a huge teddy bear. He's so comfy to lay on I almost don't mind how small the bed is. I'm woken up by a light knock on the door. Harry grumbles a "come in" under me.

"Hey, bitches. If we're gonna rally, we need to do it soon. It's 1030. Zayn wants us to meet him and his girl at the pier. The bar at the far end is a gay club. How we feeling?" Niall asks. He looks a little shy, which is abnormal for him. I haven't seen him and Harry interact since he stopped being afraid of him. It almost seems like he still is right now, in all honesty.

"Sounds good. We're gonna rally, right?" Harry says, then nudges me, making sure I'm really down. I mumble a sleepy 'mhmm'. Niall smiles at me, then looks between Harry and I nervously. He tells us to get up and get dressed and meet them downstairs in 20.

"What's going on there?" I ask plainly, peeling my eyes open. He's caught off guard by the question, and he flushes. We both sit up and stretch while he thinks about how to respond.

"Dunno, really. He's acting...strange. Think it's probably...what it looks like..." he says hesitantly. At least it's an honest answer. My dick twitches thinking about Niall going down on him.

"Looks like you two wanna jump each other's bones" I say in a teasing, but playfully annoyed voice. It is a little annoying. I finally get a man and he's drooling all over my best friend, his step brother. I get an idea. "Tell me, Princess. How true is that? Is there anything daddy doesn't know?" I ask grabbing his throat and squeezing gently. He looks scared and turned on.

"Would be lying if I said there wasn't any truth to it, daddy. I don't want to lie to you..." he says in an intimidated, overly-innocent voice. "There may be one thing you don't know, daddy. If he didn't tell you, it was probably to protect me, like you did..." he adds. I give him a look that tells him not to make me ask. He fights a smirk.

I climb on top of him, now that we're sitting up. His hard dick presses into the back of my thigh. He looks worried but there's humor in his eyes.

"We may have...got off together...the night I used his computer. We just touched ourselves, not each other..." he tells me. He looks genuinely ashamed for a moment, then the mischievous grin he's been fighting pokes through. I tell him to continue with my eyes, keeping my expression firm, while I grind on him slowly and roughly. "I found what I found on his laptop. I rubbed one out to it. Then...I went to give it back. He was in his room, and he'd just got out of the shower. I didn't knock..." he continues. I pull his shirt off and start kissing his collar bones.