There was a challenge in my tone, daring Mitch to continue. But he’d worked for me long enough to know what that meant. Instead, he kept quiet and hopped on the other ATV, the pair of us riding out to begin morning feeding.
And that’s how the rest of the day went. The hands knew I was in a foul mood, so they steered clear. I only saw Jesse once as the delivery truck arrived and the beef was unloaded. After that, he disappeared into the barn to pack orders for the rest of the day. It was dark before I finished up my work and headed back to the house at last, my body exhausted from overworking all day in an attempt to forget about Jesse. It seemed I’d missed dinner since Evelyn’s truck was already gone. But she always left me something in the fridge.
I hung my hat by the front door as always, kicking my boots off on the mat. I was dead tired and ready for a hot shower. My feet carried me to the kitchen out of habit where I snagged a piece of sliced ham from the fridge, part of tonight’s dinner, and stuffed it in my mouth before heading upstairs. To my surprise, I saw neither hide nor hair of Jesse as I headed toward the bathroom.
The shower I took was long and decadent, the water so hot it was almost scalding. The warmth helped relax the ache away from a long day. I found myself thinking about Jesse again earlier that morning, but I was too tired to care very much. Instead, I just finished my shower, toweled off, and threw on a pair of pajama pants.
I was about to head to bed when I heard a noise from downstairs.
It was faint at first. There was a soft thump, followed by what sounded like a low groan. I paused at the top of the stairs, listening. Maybe Jesse had come back and dropped something. Or maybe I was hearing things, my mind playing tricks after a long day.
But then I heard it again. It was definitely a moan this time.
I should have gone straight to my room. Whatever Jesse was doing downstairs was none of my business. But curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself creeping down the stairs, careful to avoid the spots I knew would creak.
The living room was dark except for the faint blue glow of the TV, its volume turned so low it was barely audible. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I kept to the shadows, peering around the corner toward the couch.
What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.
Jesse was sprawled on the couch, completely naked, his legs spread wide. One hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily, while the other... Jesus Christ. His other hand was between his legs, two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside himself.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away.
His head was thrown back against the cushions, eyes closed, mouth slightly open as soft pants escaped his lips. The metal piercing through his cock caught the dim light as he stroked himself, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, his back arching as he pushed his fingers deeper.
I knew I should leave. This was private. I was intruding. But my feet refused to obey, and my cock was already hardening in my pajama pants, tenting the thin fabric obscenely.
Jesse’s pace quickened, his hand moving faster on his cock as his fingers worked inside himself. He was putting on a show, though he didn’t know he had an audience. Or did he? Had he heard me on the stairs? Was this another one of his games?
Either way, I was mesmerized. The way his muscles tensed, the soft sounds escaping his throat, the sheen of sweat on his skin… it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Without thinking, I slipped my hand into my pants, wrapping it around my aching cock. I bit my lip to stifle any sound as I began to stroke myself in rhythm with Jesse’s movements.
“Cole,” he moaned suddenly, and I froze.
He’d seen me. I was caught. But when I looked at his face, his eyes were still closed, lost in whatever fantasy was playing out in his head.
He was thinking of… ofme.
That realization hit me like a physical blow, sending a surge of heat through my body. My cock throbbed in my hand as I watched him fuck himself with his fingers, all while moaning my name.
“Yeah, just like that,” Jesse whispered, his voice thick with need. “Fuck me harder, Cole. Give me every inch of thatthickcock…”
My hand moved faster on my cock, matching Jesse’s rhythm. I leaned against the wall in the darkness, my eyes never leaving his writhing body. The way he arched his back as he pushed a third finger inside himself made my knees weak.
“Fuck, Cole,” he moaned louder, his head thrashing against the couch cushions. “I need you inside me.”
I should have been disgusted. I should have turned away. But I was transfixed, watching my stepbrother pleasure himself while fantasizing about me. His cock was flushed and leaking, the piercing glinting in the blue glow of the TV as he stroked himself faster.
My own breathing grew ragged as I worked my shaft, trying desperately to stay silent. One creak of the floorboard, one muffled groan, and he’d know I was here. But God help me, I couldn’t stop. The sight of him with his legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of his hole, his cock hard and weeping… I couldn’t look away.
“Been thinking about you all day,” Jesse whispered to his imaginary version of me. “The way you felt inside me during the blizzard. So fucking good.”
The memory of that night flooded back. I remembered his tight perfect ass around my cock, the sounds he made as I thrust into him. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, my hand moving faster, my orgasm building.
Jesse’s movements grew more frantic, his hips bucking up to meet his hand. “I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Make me cum, Cole.Please.”
