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“Steven’s come back to stay here,” Dad told me on the phone. “Broke up with Liz. You know, that girl he moved in with.”

Guilt flashes through me every time Dad’s mentions Steve and Liz. Just before he moved out with her, in my last months living at home, Steve was rather public about his regular romps. It must have been his age—at the time he had just turned eighteen. All those teenage hormones, it seemed he couldn’t bust a nut enough times. One day, I counted eight times they were at it, each time in a different room. Talk about a honeymoon phase. Could you blame me for spying on them more than once?

Maybe not. But you probably could blame me for what I soon started thinking. I was getting bored of my usual circuit, bookstore jerking, secret bus escapades, park walking paths. Here was something new, and a new rush went through me.

The first time, I hid behind a big lampshade. They were in the spare room. They came in, hand-in-hand, so horny. They could have seen me, if they looked my way; they could have seen me, but they didn’t.

Liz got in doggy position, and my brother positioned himself behind her. They didn’t even bother to put pants back on after their previous romp in the master bathroom. They probably couldn’t see anything except their own genitals, so horny and full of lust as they were. They definitely didn’t see the pervert brother, jerking off behind them.

I snuck up, all the way until I was standing behind Steve. Of the three boys, his butt is by far the hairiest, tough and muscular. Even at eighteen he already had a manly look to him. Liz, on the other hand, though they’re the same age, looks youthful.

There was a certain novelty to the image. Horned up, stalking in the shadows, jerking my cock as my brother humped his hairy ass up against this girl’s sopping pussy, I felt like I’d stumbled on a pervert older uncle and his niece, playing their dirty little game.

Imagining it like that turned me on in a new, exotic way. It was a different kind of fear of being caught, how violated they would feel, my own brother, ten years older, caught with his niece. I imagine that…my own brother catching me, but then would he really tell our dad, risk that then I’d give his secret away? The blackmail, the chains we held over each other, the power I’d have over him to tell them they had to fuck for me, fuck in dangerous ways where they might get caught—or else!—oh yeah, something about that fantasy made it all the hotter as I jerked myself behind him in secret.

I came before he did. I aimed my shots so they went just to the right of Steve’s ass, so close they could have hit him, if I got it wrong by a sliver…so close he could have caught me, if he felt my load splatter hot on that hairy butt. That load sprayed out and the whole time he kept pounding at his girlfriend’s pussy, moaning ostentatiously now to tell the world that he was about to have yet another of the best orgasms ever. As he moaned and slammed in, pumping out his cum, my cum dripped down the bedsheets, oozed down in a stream toward the spare room’s hardwood floor.

By the time his pumping ended, all his load out and his cock still buried in his girlfriend, I was off back to my room, realizing my addiction had just levelled up.

And that was just one time. How many times did I spy on them? How many other games, just like that, could I recall right now, where I was a split second from being caught, those final months before I just couldn’t take it anymore?

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On the night I came back, Dad even set up my old bedroom. It had become a spare room, adjoined to Ronald’s by a shared closet. Dad fished out all my old bedding, cleared the window-side desk so I’d have a nice place for my Zoom work meetings, and even made a plate of peanut butter cookies, my favorite.

With Christmas coming, that first night sleeping in the bed reminded me of how I’d only partly grown up, how the last year and a half with Liz had been months of my life in limbo. Really, I’d never left home, and with COVID-19 raging in the world, this was the right place to be trapped indefinitely.

That first night, I also could tell Ronald was growing up too. He still didn’t have a girlfriend, but he certainly started to jerk off a lot. I know that rhythmic breathing all too well. Quite a contrast to the quiet I was used to hearing through our shared closet door. Little Ron has become shameless, groaning a bit like a porn star.

I couldn’t help the erection that soon sprung up in my gitch. All that groaning from my little brother makes me think of how I’d groan, when Liz would plant her butt before me, on hands and knees, when I’d push my meat inside her butthole.

Dammit, Ron, I think as I slide my hand down to grip my meat. He’s even moaning a bit like Liz would, when I’d get my dick all the way deep inside her guts. Holy shit, I really do need to bust this nut. I’m not used to more than a day holding it in.

Keep moaning, you little slut, I think as I hear my brother’s quick breathing, his little girlie moans, imagining it’s Liz. I’ve got my cock wrapped in my full grip, pulling up and down the rock-hard meat. My length swells to its full eight inches, thrusting free of the underwear band. It won’t take long for me to spray my load. Thanks, little bro, I think, as Ron keeps making all the sounds I need, helps me clear these lusts out of my mind.

“Can we do it doggy now?” Ron asks.

My breath catches inside, halting my charge to orgasm.

There’s a deep voice, very quiet, but I can’t help hear it. The sound of movement. Am I imagining this?

I rise from the bed, cock still in hand. What is Ron up to? Is he watching porn?

Whatever my little brother is doing, I’m helplessly curious. I need to bust this nut.

I’m just being a proud older brother, I tell myself, as I creep toward the closet. I’m the one, after all, who taught Ron about jerking off. Is there anything wrong with wanting to see the results of my mentoring?

The closet door in my room is partway open. I don’t dare slide it the rest of the way, don’t dare let my brother know I’m perving on his pleasure. I squeeze through, shifting between hanging sweaters.

There are slats on the doors. I press my face forward, against the slats that lead to Ron’s room. My hand’s still on my erection, massaging up and down.

Ron’s room is dark. The only light comes from the hall, through his door, which is only open a crack. I can see forms on the bed, defined mostly by shadows.

There’s a second person here. Ron isn’t just watching porn.

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It’s Tuesday now. Dad is finishing his workout in the basement. I can hear the weights dropping to the ground as he does his dead lifts. He always comes to his bedroom to shower and change out of his workout clothes, before he plays the piano. I’m waiting for him here.

I’m wearing Mom’s panties. Slipping them on for the first time, after all those times jerking off, thinking of it, my dick is instantly erect. They’re tight on me. Dad’s room has a long closet mirror, letting me see how fully my butt cheeks bulge out, the pink fabric triangle narrowing as it plunges into my butt crack, wedging in tight against my hole at the bottom.

I get up on the bed, examining my butt more in the mirror. I squat up with hands on knees, butt raised slightly, so that my cheeks spread wider, bulging rounder from each side of the panties. Up and down I rock my hips, seeing how the narrower band of fabric rides my crack, feeling how it pushes against my hole. I think of Dad’s large, hairy hand pulling that fabric down slowly, revealing my butt cheeks.

Seven loud bangs announce another set. Dad will be finished soon.

I slide forward, laying face down on the bed, but turn my head to face the mirror. I hump the bed a little, watching how my bubble butt flexes together each time I drive into the mattress. This is exactly how I want Dad to find me. I hump some more, enjoying the sensation in my erection, but it’s the sight of my squeezing buns that I focus on, the anticipation of what Dad will think when he sees it.

There are no more sounds from below. I wait, my heart racing. Any minute now, he will find me.

I see the door swing open in the mirror. Dad is standing there, his forehead beading sweat. He’s already taken his shirt off. His black, curly chest hair is also wet and glistening in the sunlit hall.

I watch his eyes, through the mirror, not moving at all. He’s staring toward me, staring in one place.

Tentatively, I hump the bed, squeezing my butt tight, never looking away from that intense gaze of his. His mouth opens slightly, a war on his face. His eyes widen a little, but they stare in the same place.

I hump again, squeeze long and hard, keeping my boy buns tight together so he can see the way the pink fabric fills my crack, the force of my muscles and just how tight they can squeeze his dick.

His mouth opens more. He’s making fists at his side. His eyes seem furious now, furious like that look he gets when he’s pounding piano chords.

Finally he comes forward. He closes the bedroom door. I follow his motion in the mirror. He stops, midway between door and bed. Slowly, he drops his shorts, but stays in his underwear. His hard-on is unmistakable, straining the gray material to its limit, pulling the underwear band away from his hips.

He comes the rest of the way, to the bed, rests his knees against the edge. His eyes, the whole time, stare at the same place. My butt.

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“Who says they’d find out? We’d keep this secret. I promise.”

Secret. Fuck, those filthy thoughts are stirring in my head, all the things I want to do with him once I get his clothes off…as I realize soon I’ll be naked with him. For once in my life, I don’t know what the right decision is.

“We should go to my bed then,” I tell him. “If we’re going to…bond in this special new way, it should be where our best bonding time has happened.”

“I always feel safe with you in that bed,” Ronald says. “Plus, it’s a king, so we can sprawl out more.” He has that devilish grin on his face, as he scoots to the edge of the bed and gets to his feet. “Should we strip here?”

“I suppose.”

He undoes another button on his white shirt, but stops there. He’s blushing. “This feels weird.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” I tell him. “I’m just following along to help you.”

“I don’t mean that. I mean…I’ve imagined this, sometimes. It feels weird that it’s actually happening.”

“That’s why you have to get experience, son,” I tell him. “You have to learn what sort of things stay in your mind, so you can jerk off to them, and what things are worth making real.” The image of his mouth, open around my cock, flashes into my mind, teasing me with what I know can’t be real, even if we both get our cocks out.

“I think I want this to be real.”

“Just take your pants off then, and it will be real. You have nothing to be afraid of with me. Let’s not make a big deal of this, and you’ll see this is just a father teaching his son in a very sensitive area, in a special way that works just for us.”

He shifts his weight to one heel, swaying his hips, undoing the final buttons of his shirt. Easing away the sleeves, he peels the shirt back, but keeps his horns on. The ceiling light shines on his smooth body, hairless but for a thin patch of fine black along his abs. It’s nothing new, what I’m seeing, as he undoes the button on his denim pants, unzips the fly and slips everything down, his dick as erect as mine, sticking out straight.

His pubes are curly bush, thin like the hair along his abs, but his thighs are as smooth as his arms. His balls are thick and globular. Once his pants and boxers are on the ground and he steps out of them, he takes those balls in one hand, and wraps his other around the base of his shaft.

“There, we’re doing it,” he says, tugging at his foreskin. The words are more for himself than for me.

“Not yet,” I say. I strip just as quickly, to keep up my end of the deal. I leave my black T-shirt on. Something about that helps me feel the restraint I know I need, reminds me not to cross the line from demonstration to self-pleasure.

My dick is still hard. It sticks up, rather than out like his. I’m immediately aware of how much bigger mine is than his, with them side by side and erect like this.

I wrap a hand around my dick, once I’ve stepped out of my jeans and boxers. “Now we’re doing it.”

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