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If Jackyl didn’t put an end to this nightmare, I would.

Chapter 5

Vincent da Silva

A knot in my throat, my pulse was quickening as I gawked at the monitor. My palms starting to sweat, the cigarette was pinched between my fingers, heat rushing through my veins. My cock hardening, I was partially shocked, partially awestruck as Violetta slowly pumped a long, thick cucumber in and out of Tyler’s ass. My mouth slightly opened, I was panting, unable to even blink.

Unh, fuck yeah, baby, push it deeper.

She giggled and then obliged, creating a very sensual, elongated moan that tickled my ears. Mm, you are so sexy, baby, she whispered, firmly stroking his cock with her free hand.

He was on his back, knees bent, hips propped on the pillows. His face twisted, his teeth were gleaming, a palm slapping to the headboard. Oh, fuck, Letta. Unh. Oh, my fucking god, it feels so good.

She moaned, her head tipped to the side, her irises glazed. Every time she withdrew the vegetable, she’d twist it to the side as she pushed it back in. Though I couldn’t see his ass from this angle, I could only imagine how tight it was since he was brand new to penetration.

“Fuck,” I rasped, taking a long drag without breaking my focus.

Out of nowhere, a long forgotten memory surfaced of me and Billy Wagner back in high school. Curious and experimenting with our sexuality, we had no idea that interest would turn into a lifelong love. Just two young boys, with no experience or knowledge of intimacy or sex, and something was created that, over a decade later, was still strong, still unbreakable.

My heart sinking, I looked down at the cherry of the cigarette. Maybe not as unbreakable as I once thought. I had to make sure my common sense was stronger and louder than my heart because Billy was never going to acknowledge me in public and I couldn’t waste the rest of my life stashed away in his closet of skeletons.

Perhaps he didn’t love me as much as I thought he did. After all, if he was as devoted as I was, he never would have married Rebecca. I was willing to shout to the world we were in love and going to be together forever. He would never take that stand.

“Jesus,” Dash croaked, startling me.

My pulse skipping a beat, I coughed and abruptly sat up, fumbling to mute the camera.

“Wait…wait,” he said, holding his palm out while inching closer.

Tipping my head to peer up at him, I was panting, humiliated I’d been busted spying on my sister and her boyfriend. Christ, how could I have not heard him come in?

His eyes were wide, his Adam’s apple lurching, his chest heaving slightly. “Dude,” he muttered and then gulped. “I ain’t never seen a straight man like his ass played with so much.”

My brows lifting, I looked back at the screen. “What, you’ve seen them do it before?”

He nodded slightly, completely enthralled. “Yeah, they, uh… uh, f-found…they found my dad’s girlfriend’s stash and used a dildo yesterday. I mean, they did it when I was out and you was with the kids in the woods, so I saw them when I got home and rewound the tapes, but…” He licked his lips and gulped. “Dude.”

I looked back at them and my jaw fell. During my distraction, Violetta had lubed up the other end of the cucumber and put it inside her pussy. Her legs thrown over his, they were grinding together, fucking one another rather aggressively. Tyler’s head was pressing into the pillow, his neck curved, all the veins sticking out. His teeth gritted, he was growling deeply, viciously yanking his very impressive cock.

“Goddamn,” Dash croaked. “I know she’s your sister, man, but jesus fuck, that’s a beautiful cunt.”

Was it? I wouldn’t know. Besides, all I was seeing was a dick slightly above average in length that had a small curve just under the tip, its width absolutely perfect. A nice, golden tan, the veins were thick, the balls small with a thin layer of light blond hair. Tyler Warren had a gorgeous cock. I bet his ass hole was delicious. My sister was incredibly lucky.

Oh, shit, baby! he shouted, writhing about on the sheets. Harder, unh, fuck me harder.

Mm, oh, oh, oh!

Dash gulped loud enough for me to hear, drawing my attention. Completely entranced, he was paying me no attention, so I took advantage and slowly raked my focus along his frame. The same height I was at six foot two, his physique was similar, as well; fit but not bulky. Short but wavy, dark brown hair, his skin was naturally tanned, his eyes a light brown. He had a long, thin nose that was slightly flat and somewhat full lips with a prominent Adam’s apple on his wide neck. His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, thick thighs, firm, rounded ass…

Huh. So Dash was really fucking hot. How had I never noticed this before?

When he moved, I abruptly sat forward, tearing my focus from his ass before he noticed. In doing so, I glimpsed a nice, large bulge at the front of his sweatpants. My mind already detaching from Billy the last few days, I took a drag and leisurely roamed his figure, bringing my focus back to his profile while the memory of him masturbating circled my brain. For the first time since I was fifteen, I was finding another man attractive and, oddly enough, there wasn’t a single trace of guilt.

“Fuck,” he breathed, panting harder. “He, uh, ahem, really seems to uh, like that.”

Ah, I’m gonna cum, baby. Oh, shit, fuck that goddamn ass, make me cum. Oh, my god, oh my fucking god!

Curious, I took another drag and exhaled with a tentative question. “You ain’t never done that before?”