My phone buzzes with a text. Keeping my eyes on the scene below, I fish it out of my pocket.
Damiano sent me a text, with an image attached. The image is Madison’s selfie. Her shy smile is at odds with her bountiful tits and those proud, pointed nipples. Damiano’s message reads, Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
Does she know you’re sharing her nudes?
Of course. She consented. I’m not a monster.
Well, I didn’t fucking consent to receiving this image. But I don’t say so, because the truth is, I’m grateful. He could send me one of Madison’s nudes every minute, and it wouldn’t be enough.
When I don’t respond, he texts again. You’re watching, aren’t you? I told her you would be.
Fucking asshole. I type back, I’m watching.
Madison opens her eyes and reaches for her phone. She looks at the screen for a moment, then her gaze shoots straight to my window.
This time, I don’t back away.
Her lips purse in a pout, but she doesn’t try to hide herself from me. Damiano was right—she knew I would be here, watching.
She finally breaks eye contact and props her phone up against her clothes. I can’t see the screen, but I’m pretty sure she has Damiano on a video call. I crack open my bedroom window so I can hear what they’re saying.
“He’s watching you, isn’t he?” Damiano asks.
“Yes, Sir.” Madison sends another glance toward my window.
“Do you like an audience, my little exhibitionist?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I know it.” He chuckles. “How about you play with your breasts for us, bella? Show us what gives you the most pleasure.”
She hesitates for a moment, before seeming to decide that following his instructions is in her best interest. Then her hands come up to fondle her tits.
I can’t fucking breathe. My lungs don’t work because all my blood has gone straight to my cock.
Madison looks self-conscious at first, but Damiano murmurs something I can’t decipher and she closes her eyes. Pleasure overtakes her features as she circles and pinches her nipples. Her legs move subtly beneath the water, like she’s wishing for something to fill her.
I could fill her. I want nothing more than to go down there and give her what she desperately needs—a hard cock pumping in and out of that sweet cunt.
I press a hand against my dick, trying to relieve the ache. I should look away from her. She’s only temptation, no release.
“That’s it, bella,” Damiano says from her phone. “I see what you need. Fuck, I wish I was there with you. I bet you’d love my tongue in your pussy.”
“Yes, Sir, I would.” Madison sounds breathless. “So much.”
I can’t take it anymore. I shove down my sweatpants and take my cock in my hand. I curl my fingers around the base and squeeze. The thought of Madison’s cunt rippling around me makes my eyes close, but I snap them open immediately. I don’t want to miss a second of the scene below.
“Finger yourself, Miss M.” Damiano’s voice is raspy. He’s probably doing the same thing I’m doing right now.
She sends one hand beneath the water, between her legs. The moan she lets out goes straight to my balls. I wish I could see how she touches herself, the way she moves her fingers, and how fast. I got a good view at Low Vice on auction night, but I want more. Always more.
She’s turned me feral for her. Nothing will be enough.
I’m the worst brother, lusting after Kyle’s wife. But I can’t fucking stop.
Damiano speaks again. “I need to see better. Get out of the hot tub. Sit on the edge and spread your pussy lips. Show us both how you like to be touched.”
Madison opens her eyes and looks up at my window again. A flirty smile plays on that pouty mouth as she hoists herself out of the water and onto the edge of the tub.
