Our Little Secret

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Sharing a room with your stepbrother can't be all bad can it.
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It had been exactly a month that you had been back in the house. To be honest at first I was not thrilled. When you moved away to college dad converted your bed room into his study and for about two years your bed stayed in a shed outside. When you asked to move back in after flunking out of school there were only so many places left to put you, one of those places was my room, which is where you ended up.

Tensions were high those first few weeks. Our parents had spent good money sending you off to art school and often I could hear the three of you arguing from what was now our room. We didn't talk much either during those times. If we happened to be in the room at the same time, you were quick to put on your headphones to lie down and pretend you were sleeping. Not that I had much to say to you. At the time I was pretty pissed off about your failure, after all you were encroaching upon my personal space.

At first I tried to ignore it. After all I knew what you were doing, I wasn't a little girl anymore and acknowledging it wasn't going to make the situation any better. It wasn't really bothering me either so why not allow you to have this time for yourself. You had been used to life in your dorm when you could have probably jacked off whenever you wanted, so I had sympathy for you since now you had to wait for me to go to bed. Of course curiosity ultimately got the best of me. It was easy that first time. I had already been facing your direction, your bed, placed directly across from mine was in plain view. The laptop that you had precariously balanced on your lap gave off just enough light for me to catch it all.

The old t-shirt t you slept in was pulled up resting across your chest, and your comforter was thrown to the side. At first all I could see was the thin sheet that covered you moved with your motions, but after a while I can only guess that was too much for you. There was no point in staying covered; after all you thought I had been asleep now for hours. You threw the sheet off and that was the first time I had ever seen yours. To be honest I was shocked. It wasn't that I spent a large amount of time wondering what my step brothers' cock looked like, but if I had ever put any thought into it what I had imagined and what you were stroking were two different things. I think that was one of the reasons I watched you that first night.

It had been weeks since that night and I purposefully stayed awake each night to watch you. I knew your habits like clockwork by then. First you would say your goodnights to me and crawl into bed, facing away from me. You'd lay there for an hour or so maybe even actually falling asleep, and then you would wake up, check the time on your cell phone and then pick up your laptop. You'd play around on Facebook for a while or some other social media site but you'd eventually get bored with that and go to more risqué sites. You'd watch and it wouldn't be long until that bratwurst in your pants would start to rise and push your laptop up. Finally you'd slide your computer down to just above your knees and pull it out. Even at half mass it was a sight to behold. It was thick with a distinct head. I wasn't a connoisseur of cocks but yours was rather beautiful. You'd start of slow, and quiet but eventually you would pick up the pace and that's when the sounds would start. I loved listening to you. Loved the stifled moans you tried in vain to choke down. Loved the way your back would arch or the way you'd move your legs .I loved the way you would eventually throw your head back, ignoring the images on the screen in front of you and I especially loved that final primal grunt as you spilled your seed all over your stomach.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a little excited down below watching you. Although we had grown up together, our parents marring when we were both relatively young, I had noticed how attractive you'd grown. You had beautiful glistening green eyes and a strong gnaw line that looked great with or without facial hair. Since you had been off at school you had allowed you hair to grow longer and now I could say without a doubt that you had the most luscious head of long brown waves I had ever seen. Your body was nice looking too, you had lost a lot of weight when you moved out and it was replaced with muscles. You didn't look like a body builder and with your clothes on no one would really notice but with your shirt off, watching your chest heave up and down as you stared at the ceiling; well...I could tell you had been working out.

I'd normally go to sleep after that, taking care of myself in the morning if I was still aroused by the thought, and often I was. And for a while things went on just like that.

That is until you looked back.

It was a night like any other, I'm sure you remember it. You were in bed. One leg bent at the knee while the other hung over the edge of your bed and you were going at it. Something must have gotten you worked up because you barely paid attention to the pornography you were watching. Your eyes were closed and your head was back and I was enjoying the show. That is until you turned your head and we locked eyes.

I didn't know what to do, which is why I didn't do anything. We gazed at each other from across the room and you never missed a beat. I silently hoped that perhaps it ws too dark for you to be able to tell that I was awake, but there was something about it that assured me that those hopes were all in vain. It seems like it went on forever like that, with us looking at each other but it couldn't possibly have been more than a minute or two before you came. You broke contact with me then, grabbing the towel you kept on your bed, cleaning yourself off and then just as normal you turned around and went to sleep.

It took me a while to go to sleep after that. Something about you seeing me, looking directly at me, shook me. Maybe it was because it made the fact that we were sharing this room very awkward. Or maybe it was because I thought you would have been bothered by it, seeing your step sister watch you jack off like that. I was sure you'd say something to me about it the next morning, that you'd chastise me or perhaps try to smooth the incident over.

But the next day went on like it didn't happen. By the time I woke up you were already down stairs. I avoided it as long as I could, talking to you that day but by the time dinner came around mom sent me to retrieve you from our room and it couldn't be avoided any longer.

"Trent?" I called nervously as I knocked on the bedroom door. I had never knocked before; after all it was my room. You were just a guess here until you got enough money to move out.

"Yeah?" you responded.

"Mom says dinner is ready!"

I waited but didn't hear anything.

"Trent?"

"Open the door I can't hear what you're saying."

I opened the door without another thought, after all what could you have possibly been doing this time of the day? I paused as soon as I stepped into the room. You were sitting on your bed with nothing but a pink towel folded loosely around your waist. There were droplets of water sparkling like glitter on your toned body. I know it must have been obvious that I was caught a little off because you chuckled.

"I hope you don't mind me using one of your towels, all of mine are in the wash."

"No, it's okay." I was having a hard time forming words. God you were really attractive.

"So what were you trying to yell through the door?"

"Mom says dinner is ready."

"Well it's about time." Without saying anything else, without asking me to leave or close my eyes, you stood up, the towel falling to the ground and walked over to the clothes basket you kept your clean clothes in. At first I was shocked, that's defiantly what kept me in the room. We had been raised rather conservatively; the decision to even now let you sleep in my room had caused an argument when it was first proposed. So needless to say I had never seen you completely naked. I watched you, mouth hanging slightly open as you pulled out a black band T and pulled it over your head. You then turned your attention back to me.

"What?" you asked rather playfully. "I know at your age you've seen a naked guy before."

"Well yeah." I paused for a moment as I reviewed your last statement. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, god, don't be so sensitive." You pulled out a pair of gray boxers and quickly pulled them up then returned to rummage through the basket again. "I had seen a naked girl by the time I was your age so I was just assuming."

You pulled out a pair of ripped skinny jeans and pulled them on with ease. As you walked towards me your bear feet still left wet prints on the wood floor.

"It's just the human body, nothing to get weird about."

With that you walked passed me and headed down stairs. I thought that was your way of telling me that it wasn't that big of a deal, you catching me watching you. But I had completely misread the message behind your words.

Dinner went well. Your father hounded you about getting a haircut and my mother got him off your back. She thought it was more important to ask you about when it was you were planning on getting a job. All and all it could have been any other night. Except for the way you kept looking up at me. I wasn't particularly active in the evenings chats, The one plus side of your return was that that it gave our parents something to talk about other than me, but even with my silence you kept glancing up at me. It wasn't anything threatening or uncomfortable in fact it was almost seductive. At first I tried to ignore it but after a while it became something like a staring contest. You'd look at me, always smiling, until one of us would look away.

I didn't think anything of this little game; I only thought that you needed something to do while being chewed out for all of your many flaws. The rest of that night was uneventful, that is until it was time for bed.

When I waked into the room you were already settled in wearing the same t-shirt you had been wearing to sleep in for the last week. Your navy blue comforter was thrown sloppily over your lap and your laptop was on but you weren't really using it. Instead you had your hair pushed behind your ears and your fingers were slowly running over your earlobe. I didn't pay much attention to you until I caught a little sparkle between your fingers.

"You got your ears pierced?"

You simply nodded your head.

"Do they know about this?"

"Of course not! Do you really think I would still have this in if they knew?" Your hands left your ear and went to straighten your hair, pulling it back up to cover your ear. "Are you going to snitch on me?"

"No."

"Good, because everyone needs a few secrets in their life." You leaned up, sitting your laptop on the table the rested between our beds. "So do you have any secrets?"

"Like what?"

"You know, just anything they don't know about."

I thought about it. The moment that you had went off to school our parents had turned their attention towards me. I was almost sure they knew every detail of my life at this point.

"Nope."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing than I can think of."

You shrugged your shoulders.

"Well you're doing a lot better than I was when I was your age."

"You say it like it was so long ago you're only like four years older than me." I paused, taking some time to arrange my pillows before lying down on top of my sheets. "And what were you doing back them, since you seem to be in a sharing mood."

You chuckled lightly to yourself.

"Obviously up to more than you are."

"Try me." I said feeling a bit competitive.

"Well for one there is no way I would have been home right now. Think I used to sneak out every Friday."

"I've snuck out before!" I replied proudly.

"Oh yeah?" you rolled over to your side. "To do what? Go to a midnight study session?"

"No, I went to a party."

"Wow one party."

"I've done it more than once for your information."

"I believe you." You said in a mocking tone. "So what kind of party was it? Did everyone sit around eating cookies and drinking soda?"

"No it was a real party."

"Do you remember it?"

"Yeah?"

"Then it wasn't a real party." You rolled back over onto your back. "I remember the first party I ever went to. Alex dragged me to it, wouldn't stop calling me until I told him I'd go. I ran into this girl from school, this red head with a huge rack... I don't remember her name but she was hot. I think I had math or history or some dumb class like that with her and man I wanted to get in that so bad. I don't remember the in-betweens but I woke up the next morning in her bed."

You seemed to regard this memory, or lack thereof fondly and as I listen to you talk about a girl whose name you couldn't even remember hot, I felt the weirdest twinge of jealousy. I was confused by my own emotions and did what I could to clear myself of them. You turned your head towards me, one eyebrow already raised in question.

"Have you done it?"

You asked the question like it was nothing. By your tone you could have been asking me what the weather was like. I stared back at you at first not sure if I should answer you. Surely you couldn't have been really asking if I had had sex before, at least not like that. But the longer I dwelled on the question, watching your facial expression it became more than clear that's exactly what you meant.

"That's none of your business." I could feel my cheeks growing warm, threatening to turn red.

"I thought we were sharing secrets...oh wait you don't have any! Well that makes this conversation rather one sided."

"Oh just shut up!"

I quickly picked up one of my spare pillows and threw it at you. If anything it was your fault I was forced to be such a good kid. It's not like I didn't want to go out every night with my friends and have crazy stories to tell.

The pillow didn't make contact instead you caught it before it could hit your face and sent it flying back. I was not as skilled as you and it hit me on the side of my head.

"Wow throwing pillows, that's a great way to prove your point."

There was something about the tone of your voice, or maybe it was the fact that you were implying my life was boring, that irritated me. I grabbed the pillow and gave it another hurl. This time it hit you.

You looked down at it, seemingly shocked that it made contact then you turned you attention back to me.

"Whelp now you've done it."

You stood clenching the pillow in your hand and walked across the room. Before I knew it I was being bombarded with light hits. I quickly rolled over and reached for the pillow underneath my head. I retaliated but all you did smile. You quickly threw down your pillow and in one continuous motion knocked mine out of my hand. I went to recover it and to claims yours as well but you caught me by my wrist, pulling me towards you and away from the pillows.

"Alright fine you win," I said remembering how these things used to go.

You seemed rather pleased with yourself as you sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at me as you held my wrist near my head. I thought that you would let me go soon or say something snarky but you just gazed down at me, your expression much like it had been during dinner though it slowly changed to something else.

Your actions were not quick. I could have protested if I wanted too but this, like so many of your recent actions caught me off guard. I watched you as you leaned down, your face slowly coming closer to mine until our lips touched. Even then I could have said something but I just laid there as I tried to make sense of the situation. I could feel your lips move, pressing into mine. At first your movements were uncertain. I could tell you were waiting for me to say or do anything but after just a few short moments you became bolder. You used your lips to open mine and you quickly slipped your tongue inside. It was only natural that I act accordingly, turning my head to the side and returning your affections. The grip on my wrist loosened and your hands slid down until it rested in the middle of my forearm. Gradually I closed my eyes as I got more into our kiss. It wasn't my first kiss by any means, but it was the first kiss I had shared with someone I thought was completely out of my league. I had always thought of myself as rather plain looking, there was nothing exciting about my shoulder length black hair and I had the most common shade of brown skin. I was average sized, though I was closer to being heavier than skinny and I didn't think my breast were big enough to grab anyone's attention. I attracted rather plain guys. I had liked some of them, and a few of them I would have regarded as hot but you were anything but plain.

I could feel you moving, throwing your leg over mine straddling me. Now that you rested on top of me you pressed your whole body against me as our tongues continued to lustfully twirl around each other. I could hear your breathing increase and as your hands slid down yet again, one coming to rest on the side of my face and the other on my shoulder I could feel something hard, twitching against my stomach just below my belly button.

With a deep breath you pulled away from me, sitting back on your legs. It was easy to see it then, the raging hard on that hid poorly beneath the thin fabric of your boxer. I probably should have looked up at you, should have said something about the passionate kiss we had just shared but all I really wanted to do was to reach out and touch it.

"How often had you watched me?" You asked suddenly.

Earlier I had been dreading that you might eventually ask me this question. I thought that you would be disgusted with me or that that I was some kind of pervert but as you sat on top of me now you didn't look down at me with the judgmental glare I had imagined.

"A few times." I couldn't help but to shudder. Not only was I nervous, admitting such a thing to you but things were still rather confusing. You had never showed any interest in me before, at least not anything sexual. You had always played the part of the perfect older brother, scaring off any guys you didn't think were right for me or playing little pranks. You even insisted upon me never calling you my step brother although it was obvious we were not actually related.

"A few times?" you asked biting down on your bottom lip for just a second. "Did you like it?"

I knew my cheeks were burning as red as they possibly could and I hoped in out dimly lit room that you couldn't tell.

"Yeah I liked watching you."

You shook your head.

"That's not what I asked you." You said as you reached for my hand. You grabbed it and drew it forward resting it on your stomach. "I asked you." With each word it seemed you dropped my hand down farther "If you liked it." You put extra emphasis on that last part just as you allowed the palm of my hand to brush over your cock. It seemed to greet my hand with an excited throb.

"Yes."

You seemed more than satisfied with my answer, or maybe it was the way I was staring at the bulge my hand now rested against. I couldn't believe I was actually this close to it and for a moment I thought that I must be in some sort of dream.

You released my hand and I moved it away from you as I wondered what was going to happen next. I watched as you hooked your fingers underneath the waistband of your boxer and pulled them down. You worked slowly, teasing me, working them down allowing only a small bit of your cock to be exposed to me.

"If I gave it to you, would you know what to do with it or would have to teach you?"

I was too busy watching you as you gave your boxers another little tug. I could see half of it now and I wanted more. I looked up to you, no longer questioning your motives.

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